A movie I like very much is I 💙 Huckabees, and there was a line from a poem composed by Jason Schwartzman's character, about nature conservancy, that goes: "Nobody sits like this rock sits."
I used it as the title for a post about a huge rock being toured---very slowly---around the LA area. I came out to take a picture of it. Judging by the pictures on the linked post, I can say I took a few pictures, and none of them really showed wha it looked like.
But I felt like I had the image in my memory banks. It made the rounds down our Atlantic Ave at, like, 2 am, but I went out and down the street to check it out.
But, I think I saw it again, a baker's-dozen years later:
On the grounds of the LACMA, in the Miracle Mile zone near Wilshire and La Brea, on the way back to the Tar Pits with our lunch, we walked. The area is covered by a fine white gravel, but there exists a sloping paved path. It slopes down and passes under an enormous rock---the same rock from my memories, the one trucked around LA all those years ago on its way to its final resting place.
Which...may be on the back side of the LACMA?
It was so big...your nerves start buzzing as you get underneath it...your inner Wiley E. Coyote coming out...
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