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My sister is visiting from Nor Cal and has the following observation to contribute:

It’s the group of teenage boys stopping traffic in the middle of La Cienega Blvd. during rush hour to shoot a YouTube video.

It’s the toll road workers wearing Hawaiian print shirts as uniforms.

It’s when it takes three months to set up a date to hang out with friends whose company you truly enjoy and who only live 2 miles away.

It’s hungry-looking hipsters getting sunburns at the beach.

It’s two-bedroom homes in the shadow of twenty-story office buildings.

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It’s the guy selling homemade tamales door-to-door.

It’s lapdogs in movie theatres.

It’s the car horns tooting the Macarena.

It’s the baby boomers getting blotto in Paso Robles.

It’s board shorts as everyday wear.

It's this photo, taken in Bishop, California – 268 miles north of Los Angeles:

It’s the armed servicemen whooping it up in San Diego: the New Orleans of California.

It’s a desert pretending to be an oasis full of nobodies pretending to be somebodies.

It’s where the sun is that really persistent, eager, happy-go-lucky friend who always wants to hang out with you… like… every day.

It’s the white noise created by your nearest freeway.

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It’s the Kabbalah Koalas vs. the Scientology Sirens: a roller derby match-up where Madonna goes head-to-head with Kirstie Alley.

It’s where rain is a stranger.

It’s a low fat, high fiber, low-cal, high protein, low cholesterol, anti-oxidant, free-range, organic, omega fatty acid, acai berry, UV protective, pro-union, anti-sweatshop, free trade, pro-choice, handmade, recycled and recyclable smoothie that costs $16.99, is blended via solar power, served in a burlap cup, and leaves a grainy film on the roof of your mouth – but no carbon footprint.

It's Sasha Vujacic's Twitter Page.

It’s a guy with a Buddha shirt, a Star of David necklace, and a pentagram tattoo.

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It’s the re-colonization of Santa Monica by the British.

It’s a dog park a block from the ocean.