I am he as you are he

My journey started off unexpectedly with a large protest in the bits of UCLA I had to walk through. Being a curious person, I posed as a journalist and spent quite a while photographing and talking to the green shirted crowd.

as you are me

They apparently were service workers from all aspects of UC service protesting absurdly low wages and nonexistent benefits.

and we are all together.

I was happy to join in for a while, then continued walking down to Westwood for my task.

See how

This is where I started my task in earnest (having reached an area with great deal of street signals) and where I started to realize something very peculiar about Westwood.

they run

My first instruction was to cross Westwood Blvd and head westwards.

like pigs from a gun

Here I passed the UCLA sign.

I'm cryin'.

Worrying armored car. I wonder why? Here I had to go past Broxton. I was hoping I'd turn on Broxton so as to get into the more exciting and people-filled areas, but in retrospect, it turned out well.

Sitting on a cornflake

This street name made me rather happy. "Gayley." Could it be an adjective? To do something in a gay manner? In that case does it refer to 'blithely' or 'homosexually'? I suppose that IS the only way you can sit on a cornflake...

waiting

I had to cross the street here.

for the van to come

This was a shady, quite deserted sidewalk, which was odd, because the place across the street was thronged.

Corporation t-shirt

This woman was bending down, attending to something to do with her fluffy dog or her eco-friendly bag. Also her dress was colorful enough to attract my camera lens.

stupid bloody

This sign was frighteningly deterministic! And also impossible to obey. Note that the bike is facing the opposite direction from the arrow. If I had been on a bike, I don't know how I would've gotten past this point.

Tuesday

Here I had to turn onto Weyburn and head back to Gayley.

Man

Many twists and turns resulted. I began to realize this could go on for a while.

you been a naughty boy

This sign was unusual. "My stuff got ripped off?" WHich stuff? Why was it ripped off? I wanted to ask, but did not.

you let your face grow long

Here is the guy with the sign.

Yellow matter custard

Here is the second public parking sign I saw that pointed in BOTH directions. What was VERY puzzling is that during this entire walk I did not see a single parking structure.

dripping from

Course reader materiai? Are you kidding me?

a dead dog's eye

This is a remarkably unimaginatively named building.

crabalocker fishwife

Going down Westwood, I was delighted to reach Westwood's Village Square, but depressed by the fact that it seems to have fallen on hard times. This was the only sign.

pornographic priestess

This sign enchanted me because it was not only impossible to follow (note the arrow pointing at the sky) but also because it was so very emphatic. I had to wonder what was so special about a garage.

Boy, you been a naughty girl

Someone gave Batman a sticker codpiece. I snapped a picture as I headed ever closer to the roar of Wilshire.

and you let your knickers down

I wasn't too happy about being forced onto Wilshire, which is less interesting, but this sign was well worth it. It is the Armand Hammer (ridiculous name already) Museum. This is a parking sign pointing directly INTO the museum. I was grateful I was not doing this in a car.

Semolina Pilchard

One Day as a Lion? What?

climbing up the Eiffel Tower

A light led me off Wilshire and back into Westwood, where I immediately came into a construction district.

Elementary penguin

I thought I was going to have to stop, but this sign reassured me.

singing Hare Krishna

Here the trucks and cranes were actually getting very close to the pavement. This guy told me to turn around, and I bent the rules. I considered him a "sign" since as he was an employee of the city, LA was by proxy directing me. So I reversed direction.

man, you should have seen them

This fellow alerted me to the fact that I had been on this corner before. I remembered because he had handed me a flyer as I had passed through earlier. He did not give me another one.

kicking Edgar Allen Poe

The place I was now going to have to end my journey was outside a Starbucks. I felt a bit disappointed it was not a more auspicious location. However, LA had led me to this Starbucks for a reason, so I went inside. Also I was thirsty.

I am the Egg Man

Here I ordered a drink and got chatting with the very friendly cashier. Suddenly I realized who she was and why I had been led there. I got her to attest to this, after first explaining that I was the Walrus.

Coo coo kachoo?