Such a tragedy. And it happens way too often: the 1978 fires earned a few pages in the 1979Santa Monica High School yearbook. I watched the '93 blazes from my next-door neighbor's house back in West Los Angeles: a part of the Malibu Mafia from our Samohi days, he was able to tell me how close the fire had come to the homes of those we knew.

Does anyone know how Sandra Tsing Loh's father is? I don't think he was right on the beach. But I don't know the area well enough to be sure, and I no longer have her e-mail address. Someone get back to me on that.

I should have thought of this; it was so warm today, we had the windows open again. It seemed nice at the time. Fuck.

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