curi·ous {Old French curios} Drawn to investigate, prick up the ears, ponder for the sake of pondering. Enticed by mysteriously labeled bottles.
vo·luptu·ary {Late Latin volupturius} A lass devoted to the pursuit of pleasure. An unabashed epicurean, hedonist, libertine, sensualist, lotus-eater.
Above, the mighty Wurlitzer, which made me misty when it rose from the depths of the stage. Below, the mightier Jane Russell, who made the whole theater howl during this incredible man-fondling number: “Doubles, anyone?” “Court’s open!” “Two out of three?” Lay me, you pansies!
New apartment: check! Alfonso job: check! Kim job: coming…not too shabby for two weeks in town.
So it was time to give the man a mini-vacation and introduction to his new coastline. We drove to Marin along HWY 1 through Point Reyes, stopping at Muir and Stinson beaches, and finishing the day at Nick’s Cove, a [...]
A midnight swim in the Olympic-sized, Mission Revival (1913) mineral pool (with eerie view of steaming geyser that feeds it), under the meteor-filled August sky is an experience that will stay with me a long while. Mom made a wish on a Perseid casualty. Heaven.
Cheesecake for the patient:
Is there a Hollywood? Exene and John Doe, the Ma and Pa of my hometown (in my era anyway, and Lux and Ivy not withstanding), philosophically debated Hollywood’s relative beingness at the Autry Museum in Griffith Park Friday night.
Hghlights included: See How We Are, Because I Do, and I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts, which has since [...]
The mariachi were so good a woman at the table next to us got up and danced. Below is rush hour, Laguna style.
The view from my mom’s living room, ocean at horizon. Looks far, but its about three blocks–a certain heaven.
Below is the kitchen window.
Flora and freakies in Mom’s garden.