don't speak

i've been sick since wednesday night and i can't stand it. i've missed two half-days of work and i'm working on my first full work day at home. thank goodness for laptops. my doctor somehow managed to prescribe something that doesn't exist anymore and he seems to be ignoring my pharmacy's faxes pleading to approve something else, so - if anyone knows a great general physician in los angeles, would you let me know? i'd be grumbling if i could talk right now.

i did manage to sneak out of the house when i heard the festival of chariots parading across the street on sunday, though.





three beautiful floats, lovely mantra chanting, and vegetarian treats - this city gets better and better! except for this part -



see those signs? now, i don't mean to offend anyone here, but... these guys were following the parade. there was even a guy with a megaphone and a sandwich board around his neck screaming about how the hare krishna monks were going to hell and we were all going with them. i was kind of blown away that people could be so verbally violent against some of the most peaceful people in the world. to each his own but - please, to each his own.

and that's all i'll say about that.