My LA rider (directed at @LindseyMysse)
Like the Platonic ideal of a New York Times 36-hour vacationer, I will be spending the weekend in Los Angeles. Herein find my travel rider, LA rev v.2.9.4 Existential night terrors: they're going to happen and happen frequently. While physically restraining me, I'll need you to recite the Tibetan Book of the Dead until I acknowledge the inherently illusory nature of empirical reality. I expect a new, spontaneous ekphrasis on the 110/105 Interchange each day, each applying a different school of art criticism. Pools are part of the landscape, not to be touched. Beaches “ “. I’m not coming to pitch, but if we come up with a great idea for an anthologized YouTube Red series about the dream/erotic life of Twitter bots, I'm in. Butter coffee is not a thing. I'm all about dystopia tourism provided there's coffee and maybe a nosh in close proximity. See note above re butter coffee . Fatherhood has annihilated my tolerance for alcohol, so kindly marshall eve