Was haben wir gelernt?

I really like Culver City. I had occasion to get all up close and personal with it this morning while I was getting my 5th and 6th tire repair of the last 12 month period (only slightly bitter and angry). It reminds me of my hometown, as it existed when I lived there. Very 50s/60s atomic longstanding traditional. If I ever had to move further south, I'd look there and bypass the dregs of Mar Vista entirely. Not that I'm moving, it was traumatic enough moving south of Santa Monica Boulevard --- ugh, I'm still not over it. I like my toys with Culver City's architecture. This is my second attempt.



Calming, calming. If nothing else, I learned last week exactly where I stand which is squarely at the back of the room with the fat kids and that one kid with the weird smell whose lunch is always something like beets and a Kit Kat bar. Actually, I'm standing behind them.

Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich starker ... und nach wie vor ich bin stand.

Also, I go a little crazy with the commas.