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Two days pre- New Years Eve, I arrived to take on the streets of LA with Lucas. The holiday season meant that traffic must have been slightly lighter.

I arrived in sunny LA on the 30th. I woke up at 5 am in the morning and flew across the country next to a PHD student studying parkour on the West Bank. So cool. It's not often that you get young good company. I feel sort of bad for them because I know that I passed out and probably snored like a snuffleupagus. Eeps. I got off the plane and in true LAX style, they re-routed our gate so that I came out on Terminal 6, not Terminal 5 where all Delta flights usually come out. Poor Lucas waited for me outside Terminal 5 and I was super lost and frustrated! This face was waiting for me in LA. Ladies, LA Lucas wears man cardigans and they are a hit. The sunglasses are mine. That expression... 100% priceless. Please excuse my puffy face in all of the following photos.

Highlights of our first trip. Lu and I went straight from LAX to LACMA.

mouth full!

While we were sitting at drinks/lunch, we saw Mark Valley. He was the original love interest for Anna Torv on Fringe. He also had a show on Fox a view years ago called Human Target. I enjoyed showing Human Target to my 7th graders. Forty minutes and full of action? Who could ask for more?

from imdb. 

LACMA - the Los Angeles County Museum of Art has a beautiful combination of modern, classical and a lot of large structural pieces that invite human interactions. Inside, we played a bunch of games that I enjoy at museums including, title this piece, caption this piece, could my hand fit into this?, etc. Instead of analyzing Caravaggio's use of chiaroscuro, we looked pieces of Mondrian and Duchamp and retitled them ourselves. Get real. People who take themselves too seriously at museums amuse me. Lucas and I obsessed over a piece of alphabet art, where the tiny sign said, Please do not touch. I immediately wanted to poke and touch. We stared at it so hard, musing on the feel of the pile of letters that the guard came over and spoke with us in detail about the habits of adults who touch the letters in spite of the sign. I'm glad we're not the only ones, but the piece itself is made entirely for temptation. It's touch-level, not eye-level. There's just a tiny obnoxious sign that incites the feeling of wanting to bury your face into a pile of letters. UGH. Things that like that drive me wild - THEN, the guard, that sneaky wonderful man, grabbed a letter and handed the baby e to Lucas and then to me. The smooth surface was pleasing and a lot lighter than I anticipated.

After running around for hours, Lucas and I took all the requisite photos that people take at LACMA.

the light posts and our, smiling but freezing face. 

contemplative

kids love this. there's a finger in there and that's just how i likes it.