Why?

Around a month ago, I led a fairly-stable suburban life in the rural abode-meets-Walmart America town of Oxnard, California, amid fading beach houses of past generations of the Hollywood elite(gathered notably in neat little rows around the aptly-named Hollywood Beach). However, coupled life in suburbia turned out to be, well, coupled life in suburbia, and, eager for change, my restless wings(and a UHAUL truck devoid of headlights) landed me and my trusty chihuahua, Pancho, in the urban enclave known as Los Angeles Koreatown, the hanguk center of the United States and the headquarters of Radio Korea, but, as we shall see, this florid land of boba hipsterdom, karoake palaces, and impossible parking is, indeed, the ideal place for this post-college, pre-whatever twentysomething to create an urban nest. Yes, that's right, Los Angeles Koreatown, sandwiched between the Byzantine-Latino Quarter(try making sense of it without smiling-pretty tough), MacArthur Park, and a bunch of other neighborhoods meaningless to those outside our great urban sprawling city, and, quite frankly, to many of those without our great metropolis.

A blog carried the air of inevitablity about it. Where else is this aspiring "man-about-town" going to find release for his creative impulses? An underground 'zine? It's been done. LA Weekly? Maybe someday. LA Times? Perhaps when I can fill the parking space vacated yesterday by Andres Martinez. Le Monde? Come on...I may be an aspiring urban sophisticate, but I'm not quite French yet. NY Times? Although the parameters of urban living have been more or less set in this country by Manhattan and Brooklyn, I want this to be a creation of the West. No more going to New York City to write about California...