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Field Research

One of the delightful things about L.A. is that there are so many places in it where the line between urban and non-urban is about a half an inch wide. Sometimes you live on the line itself. At our house, for example: I’ve spoken before about the street we live on — it cuts between two neighborhoods, so is extremely well-travelled, especially in the mornings and late afternoons. Many of the passing vehicles are blaring music — of any number of genres — at decibels you would hardly think tolerable to those inside. Motorcycles, unmuffled, scream by. Bicycles pant uphill. Leafblowers spread din and dust. People, alone or in pairs, search for cans in trash bins. Bang. Clatter. Roll. There is noise, there are fumes, there are humans of all stripes. Continue reading