The blaring sun.
The lack of decent clouds.
The SUN SUN SUN SUN SUN symbols on t.v. weather reports.
The dusty mountains. I want them to be green.
The smog that often obscures those dusty mountains.
Helicopters. The sound, plus the wondering, Why are helicopters circling my neighborhood? With a spotlight? That can't be good.
The traffic. And the daily mini-heart attacks I have while driving in it.
The cost of living here. Gas, food, housing, utilities, taxes.
Not being able to speak Spanish (fluently) or Armenian (at all) , and therefore not being able to communicate with the parents at my kids' schools, or my neighbors, or the people that I meet when I'm walking down the street (the people that I meet each day).
The lack of sidewalks in our neighborhood.
Taggers and crappy graffiti, or worse - taggers who tag on murals and good graffiti.
Our money pit "rambler" and its maze-like layout.
One story houses.
The perky busted, botoxed, lipoed look of certain ladies carrying large coffees and wearing oversized sunglasses and tiny yoga pants.
Obnoxious *bling* - swarovski crystals and expensive labels, tinted windowed Hummers and Land Rovers and their sparkly hubcaps - they don't impress me much.
The juxtaposition of *bling* against poverty.
Sherman Way, and its miles of endless smog shops, discount furniture stores, marijuana dispensaries, water stores
(huh?), strip clubs, and adult book stores. I'm not against these places per se, but when these signs are all my kids see on their way to school, it's just sad.
The major studio executives and management that pad their salaries by eliminating artist and writer jobs, just to outsource them overseas for inferior quality. The fact that many of these artists and writers are our friends. (Read Erik's take here.)
Jay Leno. I'm with Coco.
Cutbacks, layoffs, double-digit unemployment. I suppose this is true of a lot of places right now, but seems acutely evident here when coupled with the cost of living.
Broken dreams in general. Projects abandoned before they could flourish. The fact that these are dime a dozen. The resignation that comes over time. Damn, I'm getting depressed now. I'll stop. Tomorrow I'll talk about all the things I'll miss. The upside to the blaring SUN SUN SUN SUN is that the outlook always seems bright despite the circumstances.