Spontaneous Tuesday: The Olive Garden!

Allow me to elaborate. On certain days during our routine and predictable lives, my friends (or bandidos, as I prefer) decide to indulge in anything our heart desires.

For example the last Spontaneous Tuesday was two years ago. One of us had one of those heart wrenching days. We all got together. Eventually after several undisclosed strange events, we conducted a science experiment: which is faster "shotgunning" or "chugging"? Needless to say, we all painfully woke up the next morning in a room scattered with many Giant Pocky wrappers. The collection of inside jokes was well worth it. Anyway, you get the gist that anything our minds conjure up may just happen.

Lorenzo's dinnertime cravings always seem like a chance for adventure. (For some reason, he hasn't turned on his gas in his apartment for a year now, thus crippling his stove and therefore, his frugal eating habits) Thanks to modern technology, we were able to mobilize our magnificent seven to the nearest ... Olive Garden. In Burbank. While some may consider all you can eat pasta death defying, it ranks fairly low on the richter scale of adrenaline and will probably never become topic of a reality show. Not to mention that Burbank is hardly the setting for something "extraordinary". We sit down at what looks like a dining room in a rustic cabin. Neverending pasta bowls take over our table. It's lovely how food brings people together. After our stomachs reached maximum capacity, on the way home, Mike notices a Krispy Kreme. Instantly, Nathan makes screeching tires turn into their drive-thru and orders "1 dozen assorted, please!"

Nights like these always remind me of what brings us together. Before it may have been our uncontrollable taste for alcohol and mayhem, now it is pure, assorted, butter-drenched, cheese sprinkled, never-ending gluttony with sausage on the side. All for the sake of having a reliable group of 7 to call whenever you really want or need something.


Photo from Lorenzo's Blog

Pollution Cloud

20 x 20, acrylic on canvas
From the private collection of Timothy Kendall

I might've painted this one while I was hungry. Several of the paintings I did around the same time share a theme of ingestion.

Ridge Residence, Brentwood, CA

Cool house near Mandeville Canyon featured on the LA Architecture Tour. Designed by Nicholas Budd Dutton

From Curbed LA

Larissa Bates' "Hustle and Muscle"

Got a taste for the boys in tight shorts? It really is like watching the debates, only fun! Enjoy! (it's a silent film)

The film is currently screening at the Monya Rowe Gallery in New York.

Stupid Non-Shoes

"Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months" -- Oscar Wilde

Thanks, Cher

City and Weather Patterns

Here are a few from my new series of paintings. They are inspired by my experiences in these cities. I don't really get to explain myself when they're on a wall, but I will here.


"I hate snow/Chicago, IL" 8 x 12, acrylic on canvas *SOLD

This piece is inspired by my last trip to Chicago. It was right after the worst winter storm the locals had seen in years. Being a city mouse and an Angeleno, snow was not my friend. It felt dirty and reminded me of frozen spit. I have yet to see powder like snow. Some of the icons are symbolic. The wedding cake is in memory of KariAnn and Brandon's wedding, the Bean is my favorite Chicago landmark, I'd seen manatees at the aquarium.


"Portland, OR" 8 x 12, acrylic on canvas

I had visited Portland, OR when I was trying to figure out what direction I wanted to go career wise. Beforehand, I believed my love for LA had expired. Oddly enough, there was a heatwave in the area. No clouds until the last day of my stay. The thunderbolts however represent not only the last and most characteristic day of my visit, but also of all the ideas that were inspired there. Some icons of note: exit sign because I considered Portland to be a "way out", ice cream since it was my staple food during my stay.


"Los Angeles, CA" 8 x 12, acrylic on canvas

Ah, Los Angeles. It's important for people to understand that there is a lot of great stuff beyond the brown smog and media garbage of LA. Once you get through, there's plenty to love.

Weather Report for 9/29

Outside it is cloudy with a chance for thunderstorms. I will still walk to the grocery store.


For lunch: the Food Network

XKCD and my love for science-coolness

The brainiacs at XKCD have a great talent for putting a smile on my face. Their webcomic fuses science and humor, a lethal combination in my book. They pride themselves in their ability to interweave romance, sarcasm, math and language. Fantastic!

Thanks, Newton

My New Pattern of Bohemia

Like many others, my career has been effected by the weakened economy. Weeks have passed without paychecks and I've been left to devise other ways to sponsor my Cap'n Crunch addiction. This entry contains no sadness because my needs and wants have evolved into a minimum.

One new venture is freelance writing. A certain publication, whose validity I still question, approached me and asked if I could write a 500 word article for the entertainment section. "Sure" I respond. My skepticism is muted as a direct result of my hunger. For a writing career or for food? At this stage in my development, the definitions have blurred. The deadline was met on account of having nothing to lose.

Another has been painting. Eva, one of my biggest art cheerleaders, told me about the Gallery at the End of the World. She had a flyer that encouraged emerging artists (that's me!) to display art and hang out with the local art hippies alike. The gallery was a garden space that was decorated with rusty knicknacks and a disco ball. Vines shaded the bar and stage for inspired performers. This is how my Sunday afternoon was spent: Hung up some art. Had drinks with my stylish friends (who looked like fishes out of water) with slimly populated Altadena as the backdrop. Guess what? I even sold some stuff!

Eva asked me, "Aren't you glad that you're not working?" My immediate answer was "no, I hate it." This is evident in the fact that I spend near eight hours a day choosing the sexiest Helvetica resume font and politely e-mailing studios without even a piano break. But at least after the last few weeks, I can define "work" not only by my production jobs, but also by the things I love to do.

Who is you? #7

I'm going to miss you.



You = Mike's Hollywood Hills treehouse, the DeKeyser house (architect: R.M. Schindler) Mike is moving to Venice Beach.

Tarfest: October 3-5, 2008

My dear friends at Ab5trax are curating the film portion of this year's Tarfest. It's an important event for Los Angeles because it not only encourages community in what could be such a daunting and large city, but because it's making art and culture more accessible. (With the exception of the music portion, all events are FREE)

The events begin with an art show on Friday night, which features about 45 local works. Saturday afternoon is the film fest which has a portion devoted to short narrative works and then another for music videos. And since I've known these guys for a long time, I trust that they have chosen some really great shorts. Later Saturday night, the El Rey theater opens its doors for the music portion featuring Castledoor, the Illuminoid and DJ Diabetic (Shepard Fairey--God, that guy is everywhere!). The most heartwarming event is the 1 mile run on Sunday morning. The community of all ages are welcome to "race" along the Miracle Mile to raise money for the local schools and art programs.

Angelenos have been really hungry for these events which is evident in the massive crowds that took over Santa Monica Pier at the GLOW festival and the hour long wait outside the Murakami exhibit. You owe it to yourself. Check out some great art homegrown in Los Angeles .

Tarfest 2008
October 3-5, 2008
Miracle Mile-- Korean Cultural Center and The El Rey Theater

People in Hollywood read?

They most certainly do! Here is my neighborhood Los Angeles Library branch (designed by Frank Gehry). Surely there are probably more homeless drug addicts outside this branch than say your neighborhood library, but at least they're reading books. Eva and I decided today was the day to take advantage of this great resource and get ourselves some library cards. Proudly I will walk to my modern library, greet my hobo friends, and check out books for absolutely no money at all.

Thank You, Alton Brown

For teaching me how to make a perfect omelette. I ate my end result, so I just got another picture of an omelette instead.

Here's the recipe- Alton Brown's Zen and the Art of Making Omelettes

Next Movie I'm Excited to See: Synecdoche, NY

I've been a Charlie Kaufman fan for a very long time and I can't wait to see his directorial debut in Synecdoche, NY (Cher, this is the kind of movie premiere that I'd wear a dress to) Kaufman takes the writing credit for this film which guarantees that the story will explore the human psyche in a very unique and refreshing way. The movie will be released in November 2008.

Thanks, GavCaz

Unemployed LA Architect? Try Dubai!

Hello modern architect! Things not doing so well during the US economic crisis? The United Arab Emirates are in need of your talents to design space-age structures like the Dubai skyscraper pictured above.

See the job listings here: Archinect

R. Mutt & Urinals: Tributes to Marcel Duchamp

The people from Thwart Design are challenging you to answer the question "what is art?" Give them your address and you too will receive your very own vinyl "R. Mutt" sticker that you can place on a urinal or something of your choice. They only ask that you record the event with your digi camera and send them the photo. If you're unable to answer "what is art?" after your sticky experiment, perhaps you've at least crossed off that "vandalize a urinal" from your bucket list.

Get your sticker here: R. Mutt Sticker

Beck, Spoon and MGMT @ Hollywood Bowl

I'm fully aware how redundant my posts about the Hollywood Bowl are becoming, but this will conclude the 2008 Bowl season. At least it was a fantastic way to end the summer.

We all gathered at Mike's house. Smells of beer, caramelized onions, and carne asada were drifting around as maybe 30 people mingled with excitement for the show later.

When crowds of v-necks, skinny pants, and Toms shoes began to crawl up Highland, we gathered our things (mostly sweaters and beer) and began our trek. Eva, Tim, Mike and I sat in seats that seemed normal until we realized we had a perfect view of the Hollywood sign right above the stage. We got there and enjoyed MGMT first. We couldn't resist their dance songs. I was slightly more enthusiastic about their music than they were. It might've been the Tecate, but they weren't really in the best time slot. And too bad they didn't look like the tribes people in their videos.

The sun finally went down, and Spoon came on stage. They played the songs just as we liked and remembered them. Their horn section was particularly enjoyable. This was the time to break open our snacks and remind eachother how much we loved each song. Sappy a little. Wine helped. By this time we've noticed that Bute hasn't sat down yet and remains punching the air with both fists in the middle of the aisle, disobeying the fire code entirely.

After a brief intermission, Beck opened...with LOSER. The audience was in disbelief and it was a perfectly cool beginning for him as he played song after enjoyable song. I have to confess that I am not the biggest Beck fan, but his set was really enjoyable. His decade of his catchy hit songs kept us dancing all the way through. A pleasant surprise was the accompaniment of the LA Philharmonic string section conducted by none other than his father, David Campbell. As the encore began, Bute finally sat down with us complaining that the security wasn't letting him dance. At the conclusion of the show, most people funnel out like cattle: slow and brainless. Thanks to their quick wit, Eva and Bute expedited our departure by screaming they had diarrhea. The crowds parted willingly.

We all walked back happily. Since we'd missed the Al Green show that went on at the same time, Eva and I danced to his album in the living room.

Who is You? #6

You made my day.

You= Bear sitting at a picnic table (from Moose Droppings )

Who is You? #5

You are my favorite of all time and I'll never be willing to share. There's just no one like you in LA.


You = Milk tea with tapioca from J&S Coffee and Tea House in Richmond, CA

Hollywood Weirdness: Mysterious Building Art

This camera viewframe has been placed on several buildings in Hollywood. I get the idea. Hollywood's constantly in front of a camera, but really these look like targets for large weapons. It's disturbing. As Nathan would critique, "FAIL!"

Hollywood Wilderness: Runyan Canyon

Mike was surprised that I wasn't leaving my apartment until the sun went down. My "art/write" hat just doesn't really tell me to go outside. Feeling slightly offended, I decided to prove him wrong and take advantage of Los Angeles' most valuable asset: sunshine.

I forced myself to get up earlier than my biological clock enjoys, nearly making me a stunt writer. I took a small walk/hike to Runyan Canyon. It is about half a mile from my apartment and there were plenty of beautiful locals with white headphones walking along with me.

Once you enter the gates, you've stepped outside of Hollywood and into a national park. The silence and shade bring a little serenity into my traffic stricken tourist trap neighborhood. There's a grassy knoll where some people meditate, plenty of happy dogs, and miles of trail to take on. In just 30 minutes, I'd reached one of the peaks. (where the picture above was taken)There I sat and admired the smoggy view. Reminded me why all the movie stars and affluent Angelenos tuck away into the Hollywood Hills: they're wonderful!

I walked home happily and somewhat victorious.

Seen at Selma Ave and Vine St.

Don't know what it's there for, but I really enjoyed walking by it.

Corporate sub-culture

Sometimes I wish my name was a verb.

"I might Kanye your iPhone if you don't stop singing your Gregorian chants about Conan O'Brien!"

I would love my name to be something nice like reading to the elderly, or when someone rescues a kitten. I'd have to be careful not to become like that guy Munson from Kingpin.

The Fratellis with Airborne Toxic Event

Mike once again scored a deal on tickets. So we hopped on the Metro to the Wiltern to see some familiar faces. It was fun! Good show! High five, fellas!

Weather Report for Today, 9/17/08

Very sunny and warm.


For lunch: grilled cheese and apple sandwich with hummus

Movie Review: Burn After Reading

Burn After Reading
dir. Ethan and Joel Coen
comedy, 96 mins

The Coen brothers have proven to us, once again, that they're more than capable to wow audiences. It almost seems too easy for them. With their Academy Award wins just beginning to fade into memory, they return into the current with Burn After Reading, a crime comedy, that blends their comedic timing with their talent for action directing. Coupled with a brilliant ensemble cast including George Clooney, Frances McDormand, John Malkovich and Brad Pitt, the Coens have cemented their knack for dark comedy.

I'm reluctant to spoil the movie for those who haven't seen it. The strengths lie in the way the story presents information and the use of the information. This is the reason why I love the Coen vehicle: their ability to surprise when they need you to be surprised, not to mention allowing you to laugh. They know that filmmaking isn't about making spectacles, but rather about communicating stories. This story was fresh and new, but with classic Coen wit.

In writing this, it's very difficult to not use the word "another." Another great movie. Another great script. Another witty comedy. In terms of Coen Bros films, it was just another movie. Big Lebowski meets Fargo. It must be nice for the Coens to have great filmmaking as their redundancy. To the Coens, I say, please keep making movies.

Weather Report for Today, 9/15/08

It's cool enough to fool myself into wearing a sweater out, but not warm enough to wear shorts.


For lunch: pasta and Capn Crunch

Poor Examples of Humanity: Choque Cultural Gallery in Sao Paulo, Brazil

It saddened me to find out that the Choque Cultural Gallery in Sao Paulo had been vandalized in political protest last week. 30 spraycan wielding Pixadores stormed through the gallery in defiance of "marketing, institutionalization, and domestication of Street Art." They ruined and damaged the artwork by several artists.

Despite how passionate as these 30 Pixadores were in conserving the sanctity of Street Art, it's utterly heartbreaking that these "artists" were destroying art for the sake of art. There are more creative and stronger ways of communicating this concern. This act of vandalism was a tragic step backwards for street art and deserves no pride.

From The Wooster Collective

Far Out: Brian Wilson @ the Hollywood Bowl

Upon our return to MIke's house, we were greeted by his smiley neighbor and fellow cyclist, Ian, who lives rent-free as the caretaker of Frank Lloyd Wright's Freeman House. He had a spare ticket to the Brian Wilson show later that evening. We were in!

Along with Ian and friends, Mike packed a bottle of wine and sandwiches and off to the Bowl, once again. We had amazingly great views from a central and high point in the amphitheater. The night began with the LA Philharmonic playing Gershwin, Brian Wilson's favorite American composer according to the conductor. But shortly after, Brian Wilson and his band begin playing Beach Boy with the LA Phil including "God Only Knows" dedicated to the those whose lives were lost in the recent Chatsworth Train Crash. He was entirely lovable and entertaining shouting out "Rock and Roll!" to even "Brian Wilson!" after a song. Three songs in, however, we were given an intermission. Mysterious.

When he returned for good, he played plenty of psychedelic arrangements of classic Beach Boys, a couple Chuck Berry covers (incl. Johnny B Goode) along with newer work from his solo albums. I sat dancing in my seat until I just couldn't hold it back anymore. (Especially when he played Do You Wanna Dance?) His band was huge but each member was consistently beyond enthusiastic for each and every song. One of the drummers eventually became shirtless hitting symbols with two tambourines. The fireworks finale was quite exciting with the band playing Surfin USA to accompany. They had a pyro- tiny surfwagon with a surfboard on top to go with the beachy theme. This concert was the perfect way to celebrate the end of summer, even if it never ends in Southern California.

Fat Out: 2008 Taste of Santa Monica

Yesterday, chefs from 40 local eateries gathered at the Santa Monica Pier to sample their best dishes to curious foodies at the 2008 Taste of Santa Monica. It's not as gigantic as its sister event in Chicago or New York, but earns Santa Monica itself a "cute" description as the locals lined up, paid $45, pushed and shoved, to gather teaspoons full of culture.

Mike and I decided to go. (Grace couldn't fight the urge to eat lunch. She apologized.) It was a good opportunity to check out local eateries. While some of the city's most beloved restaurants were not involved (Ivy on the Shore), it was an eclectic mix that ranged from hotel restaurants like Whilst @ The Viceroy to chains like Il Fornaio and Hooters.

My favorites included the samples from seared albacore from Ma'Kai (asian fusion), gelato from Angelato Cafe, iced pear green tea from Evergreen Tea House. Interesting tastes included mascarpone "dry" ice cream from the featured molecular ice cream lab, the shishito peppers from Tengu and the spicy tuna-avocado- Dorito concoction from Wokano. Our strategy was to try to eat as much as possible in hopes of getting our money's worth, which I paid for dearly as I rolled out of the taste feeling more like Humpty Dumpty.

You can see the official website here: 2008 Taste of Santa Monica

Style on Style: Eva

She's my BFF with a fashion taste for the anti-vanilla. Eva has combined her Bohemian eye for layers along with her amazing skills as a seamstress to create an artsy utilitarian girl-next-door style all her own. From the tiniest skirts with high leather boots to plunging thermal necklines and Chucks, her style is both practical and risque like her gemini self. Eva's love and appreciation for organic living and wellness (she's brewing her own Kombucha!) also lend to a comfortable choice in her everyday clothing: high socks, jersey tunics, soft leathers, not to mention gauged bone earrings and perfectly disheveled hair. What makes Eva's look so striking is that she rips and mangles pieces to make them her more her style. (One of my favorite Eva pieces is a torn off hood from a sweatshirt that she wears by itself.) Eva is indeed, the coziest and coolest Boho trendsetter on the block!

From Eva:

My style in 3 words: Fun, girly, utiilitarian

Favorite things to wear: tall boots, short skirts, old jackets, scarves, legwarmers

Style influences: post-apocalyptic costume, dance costumes, Victorian era

Newsflash: LA is unfriendly and terrible

So my fellow Angelenos, we've done it this time. Thanks to all of our taunting of less fashionable tourists, over the top cellphone use, and Botox'd expressionless faces, America has rated us as the nation's least friendly, worst traffic, least intelligent city in Travel + Leisure's America's Favorite Cities survey.

Over 600,000 tourists surveyed various cities in the US to rank which cities they loved and which they hated in different categories: culture, people, quality of lifestyle, etc. And we just really left a terrible impression on those tourists. This is funny to me, and I'm not trying to be a defensive Angeleno, because tourists LOVE the ILLUSION we make out here. They are attracted to the rockstars and the skinny rich girls and the hot cars and palm trees they see on TV, but not the actual city? The harsh reality that our city is indeed a dirty lifesized movie set has sunk in.

One true thing is that Los Angeles is a HUGE multi-faceted city with PLENTY of dynamic people. There are pockets of us who embrace art and actually read books and newspapers along with those who don't. Believe it or not, but most of us are from friendlier cities and will probably give you directions if you're lost. We have certain advantages like our resources and overall hopefulness (remember, "city of dreams" cliché?), but our biggest strength is that we're definitely not boring (that's why you have Entourage and the Hills on Tivo). Sure there's plenty of traffic and big city trash that makes us grumpy, but nobody's perfect. We'll see you all later when you want to become a pop icon!

This is weird: Jada Pinkett's Smith's nu-metal band, Wicked Wisdom

Another side of Jada Pinkett Smith that I never knew. Good for her. She's so tough!

Dreamy House in Iporanga, Brazil

Architect: Arthur Casas
Location: Iporanga, Brazil

For more photos: Arthur Casas

From Kanye West's Universe City

Wanted: Arch Rival

Photo of ice rivals, Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan

Imagine putting so much of yourself into something: your life's work. You struggle in the shadows for most of your career, but in an instant, your work suddenly becomes public. It may seem that the attention and acclaim was all the reward you needed. How do you know you've reached the top? A respectable rival. That's when you know you have something worth fighting for. After all, nothing says "I love you" more than "I hate you."

A rival is a great milestone. Consider the lives you affect on your path to greatness. Thanks to you, many lives were touched and hopefully improved, but your rival's life was affected more than anyone else's. Your work is now fueling their work and theirs with yours. Much of their inspiration now stems from your demise, and your hatred for them only drives your creativity to higher limits. Hatred? I call it flattery. Think about all that time and energy taken to sabotage your potential prize winning peanut-butter fudge bars of heaven at the Pillsbury Bakeoff. Or when they sleep overnight beneath your unguarded science fair project to nudge things out of place before the science fair? To finally have that person in your life is achieving an ultimate level of productivity, unless they've already broken your knee.

Jonesy's Jukebox

Most Angelenos are fortunate enough to have The Sex Pistols' Steve Jones grace the airwaves every weekday at 12 bells. (In Jonesy speak, that means noon). Indie 103 broadcasts his radio show, Jonesy's Jukebox, and pretty much gives him free reign on what he says and what music to play. His monotone British accent could probably lull someone to sleep, but he says such funny things! During his 2 hour time slot, he plays tunes, interviews the who's who of Hollywood, and even has moments to sing and play the guitar. (You'd be impressed at how many songs he can play)

Something that is very refreshing from the typical Indie 103 (still a clear channel station) indie rock lineup, is that Jonesy plays a huge range of great music from Nina Simone to John Legend to Teenage Fanclub. He's got the taste that your favorite person should have. On Fridays, he hosts Jonesy's Jukebox jury where he and a group of guests listen to new music that's coming out and rate them as "mustard" (good) or pants "bad".

Enjoy Jonesy. You can find his PodCast or hear him every weekday at noon on Indie 103.1.

Creepy Contact Lenses

Yes, there are Swarovski crystals embedded in the lenses so that your eyes "sparkle". Here's an idea to keep those eyes sparkling: stop drinking alcohol! This is just ridiculous.

Style on Style: Cher

Inspired by those who strut along the streets of Los Angeles, I wanted to write a little bit about fashion. At first I thought of writing about Marc Jacobs or Alexander McQueen, but I felt that's been done. I'm beginning a series of style profiles on the fashionistas closest to my heart: my friends. It's fortunate for me to have friends who have so much integrity when it comes to choosing the clothes they put on in the morning.


Cher and I have been friends for a few years now and she's never not looked like a superstar.  This graphic designer/fetish model is the epitome of tough girl glam. While Cher is most often in heels, lip gloss and big sunglasses, she always smells like mens deodorant (I believe Old Spice is her stick of choice) and has a mouth just as tough as a man's man's. Balance and humor are Cher's strengths so they come out in her clothing. Her tribal earrings, tattoos, and dyed hair give some edge to her designer/expensive/Neiman's tendencies. But we're friends because she'd wear a fake mustache with a pencil skirt any night of the week.

From Cher:

My style in 3 words: Sexy, rockstar, chic

Favorite things to wear:  my headbands, Balenciaga handbags, my "Mary-Kate" boots, wife beaters and skinny jeans

Style influences: Mary-Kate Olsen, Nicole Richie, Victoria Beckham, Alexander McQueen, Vena Cava, Balenciaga, YSL, and Rag and Bone

Note: Cher has her palm up because that means "SUPER" peace.

Who is You? #4

You are overrated and I can't stand what you do to my head. Besides, when we're together, people look at me too much.




You = Convertibles

Dear Apple,

I'm over the IPod. I already own an Ipod and a Phone-Pod. Could you please start talking about computers again? I really need a new laptop and the macbook air doesn't count!

Which group gets attacked by the media the most?

You can guess. Hint: It has nothing to do with this group's income, ethinicity or gender.

The answer: scientists.

Scientists get it real bad from the media. They are held responsible for many of Earth's tragedies: a-bombs, pollution, cancer. In particular, we point fingers when human life just wishes their brilliance could've prevented a decline in resources or more certainly, death. Curiosity can be a curse, but also a blessing.

Recently it has been announced that 14 kilometers beneath Geneva, there is a lab where an impressive experiment is going to take place. The Large Hedron Collider (LHC for short) is a particle accelerator that is aimed at the smallest particles we know. This $4 billion dollar experiment is going to try to recreate the Big Bang; fusion power. These scientists want to know how we came to be from the very start of the universe.

Why is this important to know? This may just give us the missing link in particle theory, the source of life as we know. Not to mention, an incredible power source. But this is worrisome to skeptics. Many fiction stories have been inspired such as powerful neutrino rays, the creation of dark matter, a black hole, or possibly the end of the world. I remain more hopeful than the sci-fi skeptics.

I'm excited to see what happens next.

Burn After Reading ... This Friday

From the Coen brothers. They're way too cool it's frightening.

Weather Report for Today, 9/8/08

It's warm outside; sunny. Like always.

For breakfast: coffee with nectarine. need to go to grocery store.

My real estate love: The Kaufmann House

Photo from Dwell Magazine

Ladies and gentlemen, here is the house I love: the Kaufmann House by Richard Neutra. (my favorite architect!) I enjoy the fact the floor to ceiling windows blur the divide between inside and out. The sharply clean edges lend to a deliberate design that reflects thoughtful planning and intelligent building. It's timeless. It's so easy to imagine living this house. Grand piano in one of the corner windows. Mini cooper in the driveway. Pet tortoise and angora bunny in the lawn. Even though the Kaufmann house was put on auction this year and purchased for $15 mil, the buyer fell out of the deal. It's still available through a private seller. They should just let me live there already!

Here is the inspirational photograph on my refrigerator:



"Poolside Gossip" by Slim Aarons
Photo from Artnet.com

Spore: The game that lets you play God

I've noticed the pattern of movies being influenced by music videos and now video games. It's nice that video games, have in exchange, become more cinematic. A growing fascination with video games is in the making! (Though I'm terrible at them..."There are TOO MANY BUTTONS!!")

Eric had introduced me to this game, Spore. It allows you to control evolution and ultimately have a chance to play God. There is a creature creator program that is quite fun. (Upon its public release, many were most inspired to make what? Penis monsters. Thousands and thousands of penis monsters!) Enjoy!



Thanks, Eric K. (Tokyo)

Movie Review: Hamlet 2

Hamlet 2
dir. Andrew Fleming
comedy, 92 mins.

So when posed with the question: Which is better: a burrito, a date with a lame guy, or watch Hamlet 2? Your choice should be Hamlet 2. Eva and I were planning our Friday night. For most girls our age, Friday night plans involve some adult beverages and high heels, but not for me and Eva. Not tonight. We were going to see Sexy Jesus at the ArcLight.

Caramel popcorn in hand, we watched and immediately befriended Steve Coogan as a passionate, yet struggling, actor in Tucson, Arizona. He is given a position at the local high school teaching drama to a seemingly distracted and delinquent bunch. Sound familiar? Yes. The difference is that this movie is not about how he reaches the kids, but how he's completely faithful in his zero-talent and his honestly strange reasoning. Through parts of the story, it felt like the writers were going for the easyshot slapstick humor (like when the same girl keeps getting hit in the head), but you forgive them later during the stronger ounces of humor within Dana's dialogue and the play itself. Set to a pop-music filled soundtrack, Eva and I were all laughs. Brought to us by the tasteful people at Focus Features, they manage to squeeze this Sundance heartfilled success into the artist is all of us.

See the trailer here: Hamlet 2