I just saw "No Country for Old Men." Great movie, one of my favorites from the Coen brothers. As I walked out, I found myself walking tall and fluidly, turning my head slowly side to side, like the men in the film. My friend and I were walking down the Santa Monica Promenade and my friend pointed to a Sephora and said "That's a new store, isn't it?" And I thought, "Maybe." And we passed a toy store and my friend said "That's definitely new." And I thought "Yeah, I've never seen it before." And we walked in and my friend asked the clerk how long the store had been there, and she replied, "Several years." Then, while walking on Colorado Ave, we were fascinated by the nonsense word written on the back of all the temporary road block signs. I think it was something like "Babalu." And I wondered, what's going on here? I realized that after watching a movie in which each shot seems to mean so much, in which the characters and the shots focus so closely on small objects such as the gold latch that opens a window, we walked out and were suddenly hyper-aware of everything. It was like when you get high and you think that in the period of time that you're high, the world is weirder than it usually is, but it's really that you're hyper-aware of the weirdnesses that always exist. Here, in the same way, we thought the toy store and random nonsense words were strange, but we were actually just hyper-aware of the small things we never noticed before.