You may be from L.A. if...

Taken from the FaceBook Group, You may be from L.A. if...

You know what Il Tremizino is.

You know at least 4 kids that drive nicer cars than the majority of the world.

You're known instantly from your rep.

You get very insulted when some one says that they too are from L.A., but then you find out they're from Downy or some butt fuck place like that.

You've been to Downy and hated it.

Santee Alley means something to you.

You know what chrome hearts is and if and when you wear/see it, you feel a sense of pride knowing that it reps where you're from.

You like The Game. Just because.

The beach is very close, but you don't end up there that much.

Most of the girls you know go to tanning salons, even though the beach is 5 miles away.

When it rains, you get extremely confused.

You try to avoid the 405 at all costs between 4 pm to 7 pm. Some times 7:30 pm, just to be safe.

You know some one, who knows some one, who knows some one, who knows some one that can get you into a club.

You know some one who can legitimately get you in to a club.

You know that that some one will probably never get you into a club because they'll forget about you, but you still kick it with them any way.

You know what Ramma Gennies is.

You DO NOT like the Valley and try AT ALL COSTS to stay south of the where the 405 North breaks off into the 101- north because that means that you've gone to far.

You know what a real Mexican gangster looks like.

You know guys that take better care of them selves than girls. And it's socially acceptable.

You keep it real 24/7.

When you go out of town, people instantly know that you are from L.A. because of the way you dress.

You know Masa is and quite frankly, not that good. It's just open and very close to Sunset so its a convenience and of course they've got Left Coast brew on tap.

You love Melrose. And Melrose means something to you.

You've seen celebrities walking around and you don't get that excited - you live in L.A. Big whoop.

Although, when you did see your favorite celebrity, you nearly shit a brick and called every one on your phone.

You keep people in your phone that you know you will never call, but they remain in your phone book just incase...

You know that Hammi is ghetto, Samo is like Hammi, Culver is not that gangsta, and Beverly is really rich.

You know tons of kids that go to private schools.

You know/knew (in high school) that AAAAAAAAAAAALLL of the fine girls came form Lycee France.

You know/knew that AAAAAALL the really easy girls came from Marlborough or Marymount.

You know/knew/were some one who hooked up with one of the girls from the above schools.

You DO NOT LIKE NOR CAL for any truly legitimate reason. You just REALLY REALLY do not like Nor Cal.

You like San Diego, but its not L.A.

You know kids from Orange County and you know that they are really weird.

You keep it real 24/7 cuz you're from L.A.


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Woody Allen

"Modern moral thought begins and ends (at least in terms of its treatment in American films) with Woody Allen's Manhattan. His writing isn't just persuasive; it cuts like a laser through the gorgeous black-and-white valentine he constructs to the city. His one-take scenes and ingenious tracking shots etch an indelible portrait of a community in slow decay and are no less breathtaking than Renoir's Rules of the Game.

"The final close-up of the man/child Allen, as he hears the sobering news that 'You have to have a little faith in people' from his 17-year-old girlfriend, ranks with the most iconic and heartbreaking endings in cinema history--second only to perhaps that last shot of Chaplin in City Lights. This is not just a movie for New Yorkers or posers or film critics-- it is both a time capsule and an instruction manual for modern man. (Women are free to thumb through it as well, but they always want to tear out the pictures!)

"Manhattan isn't just great, it's the kind of movie that makes you wish you'd made it. No, I'll go further still: Manhattan makes you wish you were a better person."

-- Neil LaBute, filmmaker (In the Company of Men, The Wicker Man)

"Quotes"

As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree' -- probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.

Eighty percent of success is showing up.

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy.

How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?

How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?

I am at two with nature.

I can't listen to that much Wagner. I start getting the urge to conquer Poland.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.

I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.

I took a speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It involves Russia.

I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.

I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown.

If it turns out that there is a God, I don't think that he's evil. But the worst that you can say about him is that basically he's an underachiever.

If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank.

Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.

It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.

It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off.

It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better... while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.

Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons.

Most of the time I don't have much fun. The rest of the time I don't have any fun at all.

My education was dismal. I went to a series of schools for mentally disturbed teachers.

My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.

Not only is there no God, but try getting a plumber on weekends.

On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.

Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year and spends very little on office supplies.

Students achieving Oneness will move on to Twoness.

The government is unresponsive to the needs of the little man. Under 5'7", it is impossible to get your congressman on the phone.

Mixtape/LA 1986 (Compton)

Mixtape/LA 1986 Compton (it was a good time)


I knew this kid from Brooklyn. He said my favorite rapper was garbage. Yes, garbage. I guess he - being from Brooklyn had some sort of advantage in rapper ratings or something - they did invent the shit. I took the comment in stride instead of going cold Brooklyn in that ass via Los Angeles. We were at work - so, not even if I could. But I never forgave that comment, until today of course.

I ran across this mix recorded of then, DJ Dr. Dre (pre-NWA) mixing dozens of records on a typical Saturday at the Rodium swap meet in Compton. I got my first Transformer at that swap meet and my mom always got her blenders there. It's masterfully crafted and blends everything from classic hip-hop to classic rock.

What I dig most is how good Dr. Dre is as a DJ and how my so called "garbage" rapper comes shining through (4:30) rapping purely beyond his years with a bold, new style that is to come and become copied by so many rappers to follow. This is a classic - mixed during a time when hip hop was merely sixteen. These rap songs from 1986 tell you hip hop is more than ready to drive, it's ready to fuck.

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Killing The Blues

Killing The Blues by Alison Krauss & Robert Plant


Leaves were falling, just like embers,
In colors red and gold, they set us on fire
Burning just like moonbeams in our eyes.

Chorus...

Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail
Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues.

Now I'm guilty of something...
I hope you never do
Because there is nothing
Any sadder than losing yourself in love.

Chorus...

And then you've ask me... just to leave you
To set out on my own
And get what I needed.

You want me to find what I've already had.