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Where I Go: Transiting Los Angeles

We've Learned to See Our City Anew—One Route at a Time

by Janeth Estevez and John Perry

Long before we started a travel blog, transit was what brought us together. We met as coworkers at an art museum in Los Angeles, and after work we’d take the same train back to Union Station, where we’d part ways and head in opposite directions. Our brief, shared section of our commute home was how our relationship started, joking about the absurdities of the job and sharing our interests. Pretty soon, we were waiting for each other after work to share as many moments on the train as possible. A couple months later, we were officially dating.
  We spent a lot of time learning about each other’s favorite places around Los Angeles. Our conversations motivated us to actually investigate the places …


Look Away

On Nazis, Not-Sees, and Singing 'Dixie' in My Middle School Chorus

by Adam Smyer

Obviously, revisionism is a problem. In America, there are real children in real schools reading textbooks that say that black people thought slavery was awesome. But at least revisionism requires some time to go by. Revisionism concedes that reality cannot be altered, and so it exploits the fact that memories fade. There is another phenomenon that makes no such concession. It is not a revision of what one saw in the past; it is a real-time filter that alters what one is seeing before the rest of the brain can even process it.
  Circa 1978. It was just another rehearsal at our junior high school chorus until Mr. Faber* passed out the sheet music for the new song.
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton ...


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Connecting California Joe Mathews

In the Green Room


  • Fires

    For Willa

    by Angela Qian

    My mother calls about a new house ...