Two small observations while walking on Hollywood Boulevard recently. You might remember that a couple of posts back I was bemoaning the fate of the Blu Monkey Lounge (above). It had lost its intense blueness, and the word “monkey” had disappeared from its neon sign. Well the monkey is back!!
Evidently the Blu Monkey management had taken down a part of the old sign prior to replacing it with a new one. Why do I find this so encouraging? It makes me want to cheer.
Across the street, not very far from the Blu Monkey, there was this sign that I hadn’t noticed before though it might have been there for a while. It belongs to something called future memories, a gallery or art space, I think.
The sign doesn’t lie of course, not in the literal sense anyway. There are various ways of defining what a desert is, mostly based on rainfall, temperature, and evaporation rates, and Los Angeles doesn’t meet any of the criteria. I would be perfectly happy to live in the desert, but the fact is we Angelenos don’t.
Whether it’s a metaphysical desert, nah that’s a tired old cliché and it doesn’t really work. You might as well say it’s a jungle: at least that might be a place to find monkeys.