tomorrow, August 1st will be my fourth year mark living in LA, and boy I'll tell you it's been great. Well it's not exactly paradise or anything, but I sure love it. Well, then again, maybe I don't even necesarrily love it all the time, but it's home to me all right. I've never felt this at home in any other city in my whole life. It's an unusual place to live because this is how my theory goes: The United States pretty much forms the culture of the whoel entire world, right? I mean for the most part, everyone's copying gringos, and what formulates U.S. culture? The movies and films that get made in L.A. Anyway, I was going to make this much longer and thoughtful, but I sudenly feel very fatigued And there's another thing: I bet a million stand up comics have cracked jokes about this before, but what in the hell is casual sex? Who would want anything besides casual sex? Do you really want sex to be formal? man says in robot voice: "MY SWEETHEART, I THINK IT'S TIME FOR US TO NOW HAVE INTERCOURSE." woman responds in robot voice too: "YES DEAR, THE TIME IS DUE ALLOW ME TO DISROBE AND SPREAD MY LABIA FOR YOU." man continuing formal coitus advances: "AFTER COMPLETEING THE PROPER PAPERWORK OF COURSE, MY SWEET PETUNIA." Anyway, of course, I suppose it would be a turn-on having sex with a woman wearing a wedding gown, prom dress, or quincenyera dress, but besides that I don't think any of us want anything having to do with formalities involved in our lude sex acts. And also, some corrections to previous blog entries. The Mexican Revolution did accomplish a lot of great things, it just took the very long route to do it. And Zapata and Villa had very little to do with any of the end results, in fact they were both murdered by their previous allies. The only reason that we know about them was because they were both handsome, charming, charismatic men. They were easily Hollywoodified. Didn't Marlon Brando play Zapata in an old movie? And Pancho villa actually had a Hollywood crew follow him around in a couple of his battles. The Battle of Celaya, was it? The one where, Obregon got his hand shot off. Whatever, I don't expect anyone else to be Mexican history buffs like me. And further more, the whole deal with Israel and Lebanon. I now have confused feelings about it since supposedly it was Hezballah attacked first. Anyway, I'm too tired to type more, and I gotta call Mommy. I hope she never reads my blogs.