Sleepy Blair’s been holding down the fort admirably while we all get right with the world. I am at a conference in LA feeling totally out of myself and weirded out by this city that’s a cross between Albuquerque and Chicago and Nathaniel Hawthorne and the movie “Falling Down”. I listened to a bunch of new dance songs on the way here, ate one third of a cheezborger on the plane that looked like it would feel more at home in an Atari game than in my stomach, ingested some smuggled Jameson, watched 3/4 of a weird Dutch overdub version of “Vanishing Point”, and now I’m here on the 26th floor of a gutted out building where a scene from “True Lies” was apparently filmed. Isn’t this the kind of stuff you want from your field correspondent?

Whenever I watch the end of the football sporting event, I get a kind of sadness when they say “…and up next is ‘Sixty Minutes’ except for those of you on the West coast.” I always wonder, as the sun fades and I wonder for myself, what’s next for those people? I feel even worse for the elderly, who rely on Morley Schaffer et. al., because darkness creeps in on them with much more exacting certainty. They must worry about their elderly brethren on the West coast. What are they watching?

Apparently “King of the Hill” and “TMZ”. I don’t feel so scared anymore. I can erase the weird sea-dragon on my 14th Century seafarer’s map of the unknown area to the west.

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