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![]() May 24, 2004Sun, Sand, SkyYesterday afternoon I followed So.Le to a trance party on Seacrest Beach. We drove through the mountains north and west of Venice to a sliver of sand by the highway. A portable generator fueled 20,000 watts (that's just a random number) of sound, pumping bass out over the waves. The sand shuddered. We waded in the cool Pacific waters, careful to keep our distance from the blue jellyfish that washed up on the beach as the afternoon waned. They looked like discarded plastic wrappers. People danced on the sand: alone, with flags and hula hoops, with friends. We snacked on sesame crackers and spinach dip, and Middle Eastern bread and hummus from Trader Joe's. On the horizon we could see the hills of nearby islands.We stayed until the sun set behind some low hills attached to the continent; the beach faced south. By then the afternoon had turned cold. Returning to the car, we drove to Monterey Park for Taiwanese food. We ate at a restaurant that had started as a street stall in Taipei. So. told us that at first, it was just a noodle shop on the corner. Then they started refilling the stall from the trunk of a Mercedes. Most recently, they built a counter and put in a plasma t.v. There's still no place to sit at the stall in Taipei. People order their noodles and stand around slurping it from their bowls. It was delicious. Posted by eku at May 24, 2004 2:00 PM | ![]() |
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