Chirpless....
Ever since i moved out to LA, there's one thing that's bothered me.
It's not the earthquakes, it's not the fact that there is no semblance to reality du to there not being distinct seasons, it's not even the ocean... of silicone...
So, what is it that bothers me to the point of creeping me out every night waking up in a cold sweat and wondering how much longer i will have to endure this torture? That's right, no crickets.
There's no chirping here... at all... Now, i'm from tennessee, the land of the nights that are louder than living in kirstie alley's stomach, with odd noises emanating from every possible dark corner, with strange rustlings and random legs rubbing together at night.
I mean, i guess it's possible that due to the approximately 24,283 cars that pass by my building, that the sound of the crickets is merely being drowned out, but i am under the belief that in this odd land of botox boutiques, acting academies and spanish speakers (alliteration right there fella), there are no such things as insects (except the west nile virus carrying mosquitoes, but who doesn't love them). I mean, there aren't sharks in the ocean, there aren't bears in the mountains, so is it too out of the ordinary to think that there are no chirping insects? That's right...
When i used to live in the south, you'd open the window at night, because the 200% humidity outside was nicer than the steam trunk that my room would be, i would hear so many different bugs doing their love chants that it made you realize that if you ever left the confines of your home, you would probably be eaten by bugs that were vindictive due to the whole indiana jones "fiasco."
Here, i open the window at night, and there's not much that can be heard over the sound of car engines, planes flying overhead, and sounds of my own stomach getting progressively agitated over my choice of dinner fare (what's wrong with eating 4 packs of uncooked top ramen?). The only sound of nature that you can hear here is the sound of natural selection. What does natural selection sound like you ask? Oddly, it sounds very similar to the sound of someone firing off a couple of rounds from an uzi. Aaaaaah, nature... i'm gonna go back out onto my patio and enjoy it some more.
It's not the earthquakes, it's not the fact that there is no semblance to reality du to there not being distinct seasons, it's not even the ocean... of silicone...
So, what is it that bothers me to the point of creeping me out every night waking up in a cold sweat and wondering how much longer i will have to endure this torture? That's right, no crickets.
There's no chirping here... at all... Now, i'm from tennessee, the land of the nights that are louder than living in kirstie alley's stomach, with odd noises emanating from every possible dark corner, with strange rustlings and random legs rubbing together at night.
I mean, i guess it's possible that due to the approximately 24,283 cars that pass by my building, that the sound of the crickets is merely being drowned out, but i am under the belief that in this odd land of botox boutiques, acting academies and spanish speakers (alliteration right there fella), there are no such things as insects (except the west nile virus carrying mosquitoes, but who doesn't love them). I mean, there aren't sharks in the ocean, there aren't bears in the mountains, so is it too out of the ordinary to think that there are no chirping insects? That's right...
When i used to live in the south, you'd open the window at night, because the 200% humidity outside was nicer than the steam trunk that my room would be, i would hear so many different bugs doing their love chants that it made you realize that if you ever left the confines of your home, you would probably be eaten by bugs that were vindictive due to the whole indiana jones "fiasco."
Here, i open the window at night, and there's not much that can be heard over the sound of car engines, planes flying overhead, and sounds of my own stomach getting progressively agitated over my choice of dinner fare (what's wrong with eating 4 packs of uncooked top ramen?). The only sound of nature that you can hear here is the sound of natural selection. What does natural selection sound like you ask? Oddly, it sounds very similar to the sound of someone firing off a couple of rounds from an uzi. Aaaaaah, nature... i'm gonna go back out onto my patio and enjoy it some more.
posted by jon at
Saturday, July 23, 2005
2 Comments:
The crickets here our awesomely terrible. It's a mixed joey bag o' donuts in my opinion.
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eric yang, at 7:12 AM
That and the cicadas. I actually can't sleep if it's silent outside now (which is rare, as I, unlike you, still live in the south).
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