That music was totally un-idiomatic and arbitrary. It’s like the trend to smear Cirque du Solei Enya crap all over everything to make it seem hip.

(P.S. YAY Deerhoof!)

I could not recall seeing one single minority in the whole two days that I spent there.

It was probably my third visit, when I saw some Japanese people.

The fifth or the sixth time, I was approaching large families and offering my driver’s license and passport if I could borrow two or three kids and meet up with them at a restaurant on Main Street. When you are burned out going by yourself and you get handed a screaming two year old and have a 13 or 14 year old who is determined to be bored, it is a kick in the ass to find out what they want to do and do it. If I never see those damn spinning teacups again or that damned tropical bird house, I’ll be happy.

My last visit, a woman was chatting with the person at the ticket gate and after I had had two or three families run off from me like I was a monster, she asked what I was doing, I told her, she said that sounds like fun, now I will show you Disneyland.

She had worked there in high school and college and knew everyone. She showed me how they remove the dead people without other tourists knowing. How the garbage disappears, how the stores and restaurants are restocked constantly. The part that shook me was when she took me to central control where they had every square millimeter of Disneyland on live video. I thought of every time I had fired up and all on candid camera. Never went back.