I’m packing up in the morning (translation: morning for me, mid-afternoon for the rest of you early risers) and coming back to Los Angeles.  Before I do, there are two three things I wish to bring to your attention:

1. I neglected to mention that, on the way out, it was definitely the Great Eastern Migration.  Even in the wee hours of the morning, I was still surrounded by cars—all of which had California license plates.  I didn’t see an Arizona license plate until I was well into Phoenix, about 150 miles after I crossed the state line.

2. On a side road here in Tucson, I saw some guy off to the side of the road selling—wait for it—high-speed Internet access out of the trunk of his car.  I mean, I can see selling fresh fruit or vegetables or maybe even the occasional tamale stand… but Internet access?  It’s not exactly something you can cart around in the trunk of your car, box it up and then sell it to people to take home and unpack in their kitchens. 

3. If you haven’t heard of a band called The Go! Team, go out and get their CD.  Get it now!  I’ve already listened to it three times in the past couple of days, since it’s so infectious.  The only way to really describe their music is to say it sounds like music from end credits of ‘70s films with vocals from cheerleading competitions or those rhyming chants kids say when they’re doing those fancy pattycake routines, all drenched in some swell beats.  Thunder, Lightning, Strike is quickly becoming one of my favorite albums of 2005.

NWA - “100 Miles and Runnin’”
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