At the library now, procrastinating. I'm enjoying the heck out of Montana-mate Nils Michals' blog, particularly this entry on Los Angeles. I've never lived there, but I remember having a similarly dialectical reaction to the place—bright and sticky with shallowness by day, a numinous landscape by night, ideal for driving. Don't worry Nils, I found driving around San Francisco (and even up and down 280, "the most beautiful interstate in America") blasting Radiohead to be plenty satisfying.