Adventures in the World of Mobile Knowledge Workers

Sabor y Cultura

It's on the eastern outskirts of Hollywood. The place has a Latin American feel -- one wall is eggplant purple, one umber, one burnt orange, and yet another is a deep mustard yellow. The art on the walls is good -- interesting, not fake-me-out-let's-put-some-crap-up. It has a point of view and makes me think of the Aztecs.

The chairs don't match, which I like. There's a feeling of order and cleanliness, which I love. I think it's harder to work when the environment is in a disarray. 

I Dip My Toes into Politics at the Local Level: A General Municipal Election

Voting day in West Hollywood feels like a throwback to a "Leave it to Beaver" time, which I kind of like, maybe because I never experienced the reality of that period. Today is a General Municipal Election, and I go to my polling place to vote for city council and trustee positions. 

I vote this time at the local elementary school, a few blocks away from the Sunset Strip. I walk past the kid-sized seats in the auditorium, to the long tables manned by poll workers. I give my name and am directed to another lady, who gives me a ballot. She cautions that I should  be sure to vote on both sides. "Oh, you mean I have to take it out and put it into the machine again?" "No we don't have machines this time. Just turn it over." I notice a white-haired lady, sitting quietly to one side. I wonder what she's doing there.