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I've lost my identity . . .

Monday Nov 8, 2004

I update and no one even reads the damn thing… And all amidst an identity crisis. Yes an identity crisis. I’ve lost my identity and according to my cynical fortune cookie I’ve also lost my sound judgment. How did I lose my identity? I think I left it on the counter at Ralph’s but I never will really know. Yes, just yesterday, in my overworked semi-daze I managed to misplace my License, Credit Card, Debit Card, and most importantly my AAA card. That’s three A’s, not TWO!

Turns out my judgment may be lackluster but my financial institutions are not! I have new cards already in the mail after two very short phone calls. Not bad!!! I do have a week without cash ahead of me though. Thank goodness for my Disney piggybank (oh and my backup credit cards).

Speaking of identity – the state I most identify with, Illinois, seems to be roaming large in Los Angeles. As you may or may not know, I spend a damn load of time on the road everyday in this fair and traffic-ridden metropolis. In my time at the wheel I have perfected many things including: driving with every free limb, flirting using windshield wipers, radio surfing like a God, and playing detective about my fellow drivers. I love reading bumper stickers, license plate holders, and other clues that implicate the inner life of the driver. In my sleuth work I have noticed that the second most common origin of cars in LA is my home state dogg, Illinois. Why is it that so many people are here from the Land of Lincoln? Or is it that us flatlanders are just a lot less willing to transfer our plates to the correct and legal California marking? These questions will remain unanswered for the time being but I would like to speculate that perhaps the abundance of my Midwest brethren is due to Phil Jackson. See when I visited LA back in 1996 I didn’t see any plates from IL, but now they are everywhere. It is clear that Bulls fans followed him wishing to perfect his teachings and the triangle offense. But Jackson disciples where will you go now that your leader has called it a day? Only time will tell.

May I reclaim my identity as my ancestors disperse in search of their respective peace gardens.