Company paid for it so I took the opportunity to come down to LA and get some continuing education credits at the AIA (read "geek") convention.
SENSORY OVERLOAD..not the convention but LA, rather. The convention is at the Convention Center downtown. All of the hotel prices were high in the immediate area, so I stayed in El Segundo (by LAX) where you can take 2 subway/light rail cars (Green Line to Blue Line) and get to downtown for a pittance. This is the first time I have ever been in South Central! An eye opening experience. All the houses have bars on windows. Also, this historically African American area is almost fully Hispanic at this point judging from the store signs I was reading. Also, Hipanics tend to surround their houses with wrought iron fencing that has an arch-top pattern. So then, where did all the black people go? Doesn't matter, but I was wondering.
Downtown is NOT very nice. They're getting on the loft - condo bandwagon and they are NOT cheap. Move a couple blocks in the wrong direction and it's not very nice. So, they want a million bucks or so for these? Get real.
This morning, I drove my rental (Impala 3.5 VVT) to the Universal Studios station so I would feel safer leaving it there with crap in the trunk. I rode the Red Line...this is a real world class subway that doesn't run on the surface streets. It kicks ass. It is sickening that LA inagurated this in 1995 while BART kicked off in 1972. There should be at least 4 other subway lines given that the city alone has 4 million people, not counting the "undocumented." There are so many people not doing well here that the subway is the best way to make sure they don't operate a motor vehicle they can't maintain or insure.
On the way back, I was a real ass hole. I get on the train outside the convention center. This architect dude (60ish, smug looking) has his badge on. It boasts the name of one of the name partners of Atlanta's biggest architectural firms. He sees me looking at it so he takes it off as if he is annoyed. At this point, I though "f*** you" since I was surrounded by smug and pissy architects for 2 entire days. So I look at him and say "So, buddy, slummin' it and riding the rails, huh?" He mutters something under his breath that I couldn't quite make out. As I left the train car to catch the Red Line connection back to the Valley, I gave him a good back slap to say "good-bye" or "you're a piece of $h! who thinks he's too good."
As far as I can see, if you omit O.C., you almost have to live on the West Side, the South Bay or the West Valley. The rest of LA is pretty gross and depressing.
This is not the "I love LA" that Randy Newman sang about. Innocence lost, for sure.