Do You Know the Way to Santa Fe, Springs?

I took a captivating 50 mile detour away from work via Santa Fe Springs this morning to pick up some materials we need for a job we're doing. Sound snazzy? It's not. It's a cluster fuck of industrial buildings housing industries that specialize in ball bearings, sexual harassment, dirty bathrooms, wood paneled offices, race discrimination, underpayment of employees and all out suckitude. Not much different from the rest of this country, just has a lovely name.

Here are some photos of my morning excursion.

Hair and clear rubber gloves. Rubber gloves not pictured. This is in the alley adjacent to our building. Don't know the source or the story of how it arrived to this alley.


New Pepsi Obama Logo on this building, taken at sunrise. Pepsi, if we were democrats, we'd be as big as this building.


LACMA West née May Company building. Formerly a mid level department store, now a warehouse for LA County's own third rate museum and staff.


My favorite (and Ben's) recession relief headquarters.


Samy's Camera – home of the last great fuck tards.


Santa Fe Springs California posing as Baja California.


Santa Fe Springs. A West Covina New Year's Eve I should have known about.


Santa Fe Springs. The only auto center where I will be buying my leather chaps and reamer.


Pit Stop 1


Pit Stop 2


Contrary to my own rigid beliefs on the matter, there IS actually something free in this world. I was wrong.


Buena Park. The Citadel – where ancient Assyrians shop for designer seconds. Photo taken while whizzing by on the I-5, Golden State Freeway. This photo represents only one small section of the Megaplex built by this ancient bargain hunting and gathering people, long before horses and small pox arrived to this continent.


I had some time, I took a drive thru Portland.

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For your listening pleasure, Michelle Shocked.