It feels different this time, the memories more distant yet more real at the same time. I’ve visited my hometown of Los Angeles before, when I lived in Boston, and again in Tokyo. True, the most recent trip was a while ago: two and a half years to be precise, a long weekend for a […]Read More This Was My Life
I love Los Angeles. I love it because it’s home, naturally. I remember sitting around once with a couple of friends in graduate school, and we talked about the kind of place we envisioned ourselves settling down in when we got older. Without fail, all of us circled the towns and cities where we grew […]Read More I Love L.A.
A couple of weeks ago, I went and saw the latest installment of The Fast and the Furious. It was a memorable trip, even overlooking the movie itself. See, for the first time, I opted for the D-BOX experience: motorized seats that vibrate and move in correspondence to onscreen action. Fast 8 turned out to […]Read More Cinematic Paradise
The context I was all of eight years old when my cousin, quite irresponsibly, took me to see Terminator 2: Judgment Day. It was one of the first theatrical experiences I can recall, and still one of the most indelible. The movie remains my favorite of all time. The action is breathtaking, the effects spellbinding. […]Read More My Schwarzenegger Saga
It is home, but not anymore – not really. I’m an intruder, an interrupter. One friend flies down from San Francisco to see me for the weekend. Another sneaks in a dinner and chat at the beginning of her workweek. I take up a former professor’s lunch hour. And my mom – well, she asks […]Read More Home and Away
I was 12 years old when Los Angeles lost both of its professional football teams. In the same 1995 off-season, the Rams moved to St. Louis, while the Raiders returned to Oakland. Neither had been particularly successful for a fair amount of time. The Rams, playing in the dump that was the pre-renovated Anaheim Stadium, […]Read More A Fan Without a Team