{"id":16,"date":"1996-11-30T22:25:42","date_gmt":"1996-11-30T22:25:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/1996\/11\/30\/spurning_los_an\/"},"modified":"2024-11-27T15:36:32","modified_gmt":"2024-11-27T20:36:32","slug":"spurning_los_an","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/1996\/11\/30\/spurning_los_an\/","title":{"rendered":"Spurning Los Angeles"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written by Mark Scarola<\/strong><\/p>\n

For some, culture shock can be an ugly and brutal reality<\/h3>\n

\"MarkMark Scarola has suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. He fled Los Angeles shortly before I arrived there. This is his story.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat folly,\u201d archaeologists muse<\/strong> as they survey the ruins of ancient Pompeii, \u201cto have built a city along the side of a highly active volcano!\u201d Tracing the edges of urns and caskets with their fingers, they note that the citizenry of Pompeii were highly skilled craftsmen, but lacked any semblance of common sense. I wonder what archaeologists will say, centuries from now, when they inspect the ruins of Pompeii\u2019s spoiled little brother, Los Angeles. Will they sort through piles of stucco and asphalt and cry, \u201cThese are the remaining fragments of an over-burdened metropolis?\u201d Or will they simply acknowledge that twentieth-century man had such little sense for an animal with such a voluminous brain.<\/p>\n

Los Angeles is, much like Pompeii was, a city that simply should never have existed. It is as if Angelenos are fighting a war against good judgement. Death knocks on their door biannually in the form of mudslides and brushfires, yet instead of abandoning death’s favorite vacation hideaway, they try to ignore his golden tan. \u201cIt would be so . . . East Coast,\u201d they
say, \u201cto be worried and tense about something over which we have no control.\u201d This remark is often made from a cellular phone in the midst of heavy traffic. Their attitude is often described as \u201claid back,\u201d but it does not take much of a psychologist to see this as a form of self-defense using state-of-the-art passive-aggressive techniques. \u201cRun for your
lives!\u201d we scream at them, hoping that self-preservation will take hold and they will scramble for safer ground. But they refuse to budge: they struggle to appear not to be struggling \u2014 to show us how a stress-free life is led. They are more concerned with earning a merit badge for \u201cMost Masturbatory Form of Disinterest\u201d than they are with simply surviving. They pooh-pooh the notion that they are only an earthquake away from being permanently laid-back, noting coolly that it’s supposed to be 85 degrees down in San Diego on Tuesday, with four-foot waves.<\/p>\n

I must admit, being a New Yorker, that I do sometimes feel that I\u2019m a bit too judgmental, and perhaps I exaggerate when discussing the City of Angels, but I feel I have a right to. I lived in Los Angeles for a six-month period ending just before the Northridge Earthquake. In a town where one industry monopolizes the money and the attention, I was an outsider. Interesting social conversations (those that did not involve Hollywood film) were rare, as I had no desire to discuss the film industry. I soon grew tired of listening to stories about people I didn\u2019t know and things I\u2019d never see (much less care about). And, as you might already have guessed, everyone was too busy relaxing to have taken notice of my perpetual boredom.<\/p>\n

The \u201claid-back\u201d nature of Angelenos leaves them, as we have witnessed in recent years, in a state of chaos when havoc strikes. The hands-off approach to improving race relations resulted in the 1992 riots, and the relaxed police department exacerbated the already disastrous situation. It still amazes me that there are people sleeping outdoors after this year\u2019s earthquake. \u201cHmmm,\u201d says Mayor Riordan, \u201cperhaps we ought to build a few shelters, seeing as we live in such an earthquake-prone region of the United States.\u201d \u201cYour honor,\u201d replies one of his many aides, \u201cthen we might seem concerned about our own welfare.\u201d \u201cGood point,\u201d says the big white guy, \u201cforget I ever mentioned it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I left Los Angeles knowing that I was heading back to New York, the drug-infested, foul-smelling, crime-ridden center of my universe. I know that I\u2019m placing my life on the line every time I take a stroll after midnight. At least I can take a stroll after midnight.<\/p>\n

Angelenos, by the way, take to walking like cats to the backstroke. Angelenos have never heard of public transportation, either. (Note to Angelenos \u2014 \u201cpublic transportation\u201d is when the government supplies you with an inexpensive and moderately efficient means of moving around urban and suburban areas. I don\u2019t expect you to know this now, but you may be tested on it later.) When my car decided it needed a few days in the shop after the cross-country trek to L.A., I was rendered absolutely immobile. As my car racked up additional wear and tear, I found that if I stayed in L.A., and my car passed into the next world, I\u2019d have no need to work, for I wouldn\u2019t be able to get there anyway. Besides, I\u2019d certainly be helping to decrease the density of the smog, even if I had to starve to do it.<\/p>\n

It seemed to me that the only days I enjoyed being outdoors in L.A. were the days after it had rained. The air seemed somewhat cleaner, and certainly less arid. Of course, it only rained twice while I was in L.A. (one of those days was the day I left), so perhaps my opinion isn’t truly an informed one. I like having precipitation, and there are only two kinds in L.A.: 1) rain and 2) brushfire residue. My experience allows me to tell you that ashes and soot fall more commonly than rain, so if you are asthmatic, consider yourself warned. Before I finish with my tirade against dry, sunny, 75-degree weather, I\u2019d like to let you know that as I write this, I\u2019m suffering from the flu brought on by the 24 inches of snow N.Y.C. has received during the past week. I\u2019d still rather be here than in Los Angeles.<\/p>\n

Almost as annoying as the climate of L.A. was the environment. Mainly, I would like to address the fact that L.A. has approximately twelve palm trees per square foot. This would not be notable except for the fact that palm trees aren’t even indigenous to California, and quite simply, they\u2019re ugly. In essence, the city is overcrowded with imported, ugly trees. They line the streets, the hillsides, the patios, the beaches, and the indoor malls. They\u2019re all over the place, and they\u2019re hideously unattractive. (Have I mentioned how ugly they are?)<\/p>\n

Above all, L.A. lacks any sense of history. Being so concerned with setting trends, it has forgotten its own past accomplishments. I remember the day I stepped out of the Subaru dealership where my car was being operated on. At my feet was a plaque that read, \u201cThis site was once the home of Hal Roach Studios.\u201d I\u2019m willing to bet they don’t even remember who Hal Roach was.<\/p>\n

I think I ought to now spend a few seconds extolling the one virtue of L.A. Just outside of La Brea on Fairfax is L.A.\u2019s one beacon of hope \u2014 The Silent Movie Theatre. The only silent movie theatre still in existence, it contains all of the magic that L.A. has squandered. A live organist improvises to the films of Harold Lloyd, Buster Keaton, et al., while the rest of L.A. goes to pot.<\/p>\n\n\n

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