Yesterday we went to Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) to see the roving Tim Burton exhibit, which was pretty amazing. I enjoyed the diversity of mediums that were on display. As it turns out, LACMA (Spanish for “the CMA”, as Tyler pointed out) was right next to the Le Brea Tar Pits Page Museum (motto: “Gooey, sticky and in the heart of Los Angeles”), where we went the day before to see the dusty old fossils. We didn't realize the two attractions were right next to each other until the first day and I was asked “what is LACMA?” and Tyler replied “that is where we are going tomorrow”. We worked out that tar (as in tar pit) is an anagram for art (as in art museum), so now all they need is a rat museum to complete the collection.
On the first day the parking guy answered honestly to Tyler when asked “How's it going” by saying “Okay man, but my arms a little sore”. When we returned the next day Tyler asked how is arm was and he detailed a treatment plan involving some cream.
We ate really well on the trip, except for trip to Jack in the Box, which was a little terrible, but necessary in order to continue our experiments on the existence of the universe. I ordered one taco, and Tyler got one (2) tacos (though e ordered just one). The universe continued to exist.
In a few minutes we're going to LAX so that I can fly to San Jose for the company meeting. I am not looking forward to that, but at least that pain brought the opportunity to hang out with Tyler.