Waking Up in LA

After a few days on the ground in LA, fighting jetlag and sudden pangs for sleep, I remain in culture shock at the rudeness of people here.

Tonight during Karen Finley's provoking performance "Wake Up" at the Kim Light Gallery, the selfishness on display by local scenesters continued unabated - the smoking, talking on cell phones, getting up in the middle of the audience to get more wine from inside the gallery, and taking pictures after she stopped during the show to ask people not to. (btw, mine is from before the show began) It seemed like they were cultural tourists; safely snug in some idea that the show did not pertain to them, or anxiously wondering when was she going to cover herself in honey? Or maybe they were unable to maintain focus as the performance played on outside between the busy La Cienega Blvd. and the dark alley behind? Noneless, the ideas that flowed from the stage continue to linger in my head as I continue my adjustment to life back in LA.

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