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Perhaps you have noticed that I have been less than religious about updating this blog. Or maybe I have been religious, but it’s a particular James Joyce, post-Portrait of the Artist, lapsed Catholic guilt brand of religion I seem to have been practicing.
Well I’ve returned to the fold. Which is to say, to the Valley.
I spent the past year in San Diego, finishing my last year of college, and it was remarkable how, even at such a minimal distance, the Valley receded into the vague cloud of the Platonic “Los Angeles” that I thought of when I thought of home. I found it difficult to write with any specificity on the Valley alone; my reach always seemed to extend over the hill. Having returned, however, the distinctions are once again becoming abundantly clear.
So the project begins anew because for the first time, despite all the lip service I’ve been paying it for months, I actually feel that I am compelled to continue. That this ugly, unwashed underdog of a place needs defending. And that I’m the person to do it.