Rotating Again

…After a week of meandering through the Midwest, I’m finally back on the west coast. In the midst of its cool and breezy daylight, with bacon grilling on the skillet and a plane engine whirring far out in the clear blue sky, the town has never felt so fresh; Chicago made for some awesome Times, but I love Los Angeles and wouldn’t trade it for any other city in the world.

Now it’s time to rebuild myself. As if with new eyes, or at least a renewed vision, I’m at a point at which I can look at things back home from the ground up again.

A new school-year has just begun, and with it, a world of transitions start anew again. In the same light, this August 19th JIMBO TIMES will enter into its third year of production…

And it suddenly dawns on me that in the blink of an eye I might never again see my city the way I get to now. The time is special: particular to sounds, sights, scents, and other essences all of their own; and like everything else, it’s only temporary. For an instance, I want to pause every bit of it to stand indefinitely in the moment. I realize that even if it’s not perfect, it’s more than plenty, and that even if it’s a struggle, it’s one I’m fiercely determined to go the distance with. After all, every last inch of L.A.’s concrete has strengthened my feet, every one of its lights has guided my journey, and each of the strangers I’ve encountered along the way have all accompanied me throughout its long road. Together, we are still here: still hungry, but also still humble; day in and night out, each with our own kind of love for this miracle and madness of a home. For me, sometimes it’s not much, but other times, it is everything. Tonight, it is everything.”

Today is my brother’s first day living in San Jose, California. He’s been back home in L.A. since finishing his first semester at Chico State, but now he’s in a transition again. School starts for him next week, but until then…it’s just him and the strange new city.

I remember picking him up from Chico like it was just the other day…

In reality it was just before the summer kicked off, some two months ago in the early days of June…what a time it’s been since. Looking back at our time at home in the middle of our twenties together, we’ll be able to say we managed to be bros about it for more than one occasion: hugging mom together, riding out to the park together, enjoying fish tacos and a beer or two together.

Tomorrow mom leaves for a week to Oaxaca to visit abuelita. I’m happy for the little lady, but also naturally a little worried. Flying is absolutely exhausting, and the little one will definitely need some rest. Still, I can trust she’ll be in good hands. In any case, she’s the heart of the lions, this one. Of course she’ll be just fine.

As for yours truly, there’s a world to foster. All the projects I’ve had the pleasure of citing throughout the pages as of late…and even more!

It goes on and on and on, and it will drain me, but I’m so grateful for each part of it! I can feel it all flowing right through like water and the wind on my skin. Los Angeles water and wind, that is, and it is tremendous in every sense of the word.

J.T.

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