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Skylight Books & TV's Jack Bauer

Hey Soul Mates,
I've just come in from the rain. It's been muggy and humid all day and finally, the rain has arrived. Hopefully not too much, because a bunch of us are going over to the Huntington this evening for their final Summer 'do.

I spent the afternoon browsing the shops along Vermont in Los Feliz. It's a pretty cool neighborhood. It's the home to my favorite Indian restaurant, Electric Lotus. I've done the Dresden, with it's 50's kitsch and nightly entertainment from Marty and Elayne. Haven't really walked around the area in the day time before. Mainly, I was there to visit the
Skylight bookstore. It's a funky independent shop. Lots of off-kilter greeting cards (Sept. birthdays watch out). And a cool selection of books. I bought a handful of titles that I'm going to start reading the second I'm done typing.

There is a series of paperbacks called 33 1/3 that place famous or notorious albums in their historical, cultural and artistic context. The two I got are devoted to Prince's Sign "O" The Times and James Brown's Live At The Apollo. These are long-players that I frequently tune into on the iPod. In my mind they are in the top 20 records of all time. I also picked a small book on Archaeology from an Oxford U. series called Very Short Introductions To... I think I'll start a collection of these. Lots of interesting subjects from politics, art, philosophy, religion, science. Fairly current, too. Lots to learn.

Finally, as we were walking out of the bookstore back to the car we passed an outdoor cafe. And sitting there, facing the street was 24's
Kiefer Sutherland (aka Jack Bauer). Patty said, "He was looking at you." I get that a lot. Ha ha. I immediately called the biggest 24 fan I know, my brother and told him. Los Angeles, what am I gonna do? I still love seeing the stars out in broad daylight. I've actually never watched 24, but I've seen The Lost Boys and Stand By Me a dozen times!

Time to hit the books!
Love, Power, Peace

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