weird world

we spent the evening with the work of some our favorite artists: our beloved ed ruscha and anselm kiefer and gerhard richter and barbara kruger and louise bourgeois. we stayed at the museum until closing, bought postcards, and i whispered to my friend "see. i, too, have a church." and she emphatically agreed. and we left as opposite selves, totally cleansed of the stress we had carried in with us. we left calm and light.

museum trips are amazing things.

and on the freeway heading home around 2am, 3 car-loads of cops pulled a man over right in front of me. pulled him over in such a way that they blocked the freeway so i had to stop too. and before i knew what was going on, all the cops were out of their cars, using the car doors as shields, weapons drawn, all of them screaming. and i was right there. right behind them. right in the spot where a stray bullet would go. so i hunched over sideways and peeked up just a little. this went on for 10 minutes or so. more and more cops showed up. once they got the man out of the car and in cuffs, they waved us through. and at the next 5 exits, i noticed there was a squad car at each and every one. i have no clue who that man was but he obviously commands a lot of attention. it was all strange and sad and a bit scary. i've never seen that many cops yelling all at once before. and i've definitely never been in a situation where a cop had to get a rifle out.

that was the wee hours of friday morning.

freakish.

a very odd pairing of events inside the same day.