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Draplin Design Co., North America
May 28, 2003
Posted at 08:57 PM


Heading down to LA this weekend. Goo and I push off from Portland on Friday night. Our plane lands around 10pm. “Bring your party hats.” is what Dinenna had to say. I’m gonna get tanked and have a good laugh.

We’re taking up residence in the Mondrian hotel. What a dump! Just kidding. By the looks of their website, the joint is high class. We’re gonna be down there for five nights. That’s a healthy stay, wherever the hell one might go. Los Angeles, well, for this fucker, is like doing “double time.” The place wears me out.

The traffic, the fast pace, the endless stream of ads, cars and beautiful people…whoa.

We’re going down in the name of “inspiration.” I’m gonna tell you this much: My DigiElph S400 is gonna get a good workout. I’m gonna lug the 14 incher Powerbook down too, so this way I can download the day’s digital treasures each night. We’re gonna hit all the hip stores and glitzy establishments, all in the name of getting inspired. Many folks will be in attendance from the Nixon camp. Goo and I will be representin’ CINCO, as well as the greater Northwest states, backed up by CINCO Kirk a couple days later. Should be good.

LA is full of so fuckin’ many things to see, do, feel, smell, gawk at, shake yer head at…

I’m staying positive, readying myself for the adventure. I’m gonna get off that jet plane, gonna take in a big breath of that exhilarating LA air, and then I’m gonna kick that town’s ass.

There Are 6 Comments

L.A. Shmellay.

I’ve got a pack of friends there, and I hope they all get the fuck out before that nest of shit is engulfed by the Angry Pacific.

Here in lovely Minneapolis, the land of Wonder, life is good. I see foxes darting into the treeline when I drive on the River Road late at night. The air doesn’t taste like diesel exhaust, and you can see stars at night.

The ghost of Paul Bunyan smiles over us and gives us dreams of rivers flowing high with Grain Belt beer and massive hills of saurkraut.

I’m glad you’re out of there, Drap. Return only in short bursts. Pack yr gear for camping on Superior and Moose wrestling. Drink Buhl water. Win Twins.

Posted by: Ryno on 05/30/03 at 12:28 AM

You peoples are weak! I make a bold, assertive comment, and get no crossfire? Is no one checking in this week?

I want some combat here, dammit!

Posted by: Fightin' Ryno on 06/03/03 at 6:40 PM

Ryno, how do you feel about Northern California?

Oh yeah, I’m all over Paul Bunyan. I grew up on the Iron Range (good ole Northern Minnesota) where men were men, children still played outside in -30c, and a giant klutz with a crazy blue OX made swiss cheese of the rather (topographically) challenged landscape.

Go Minnesota Northstars!


Posted by: Andrew R. Jenkins on 06/03/03 at 10:08 PM

I was waiting for Cooley to check back in…

Posted by: Kurt Halsey on 06/04/03 at 8:19 AM

San Fran is okay.
I’m down with the Redwoods. Paul Bunyan crashed there, too.
I like Sea Lions and Orcas.

N. Cal is on the level. I will not have it destroyed when I become emperor.

Posted by: King Ryno on 06/04/03 at 8:45 AM

Redwoods rule. But, actually, the BEACH rules!

“I think you’d dig provo. I think you could do very well there” - mormon boy to sal OCEANS ELEVEN


ps. Never go to Utah.

Posted by: Andrew R. Jenkins on 06/04/03 at 3:15 PM