Archive for July, 2010

~twilight walk~

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

~summer afternoon~

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

~mi madre~

Sunday, July 25th, 2010

Kimmi in the very same hat, summer of 1976, Utah…

~crab calloway~

Friday, July 23rd, 2010

~good fortune~

Saturday, July 17th, 2010

~daughter of the west~

Friday, July 16th, 2010

  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 […]

~jurrasic adventure~

Thursday, July 15th, 2010

  My day began in the company of three kids, two grown-ups, a dog, and a curious kitty who would have been quite interested in a certain exhibit at the Museum of Jurrasic Technology… Also on display were the Micromosaics of Henry Dalton. This image is through a microscope, and made of bits of butterfly wings. We also […]

~not in kansas anymore~

Monday, July 12th, 2010

  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.

~hooray for hollywood~

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

click to expand. My great grandfather managed a handful of hotels in the Hollywood/Downtown area 1930s-60s. My Dad and I took a tour of a few, following the trail of balsawood airplanes he and his brothers sailed from the rootops. Above is a view from the fire escape of The Gaylord, 13th Floor (called 14th, […]

~goodbye to all that~

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

Last night in New York as a resident. Friends braved the 102 heat and introduced me to El Quijote, an old-school Spanish place tucked under the Chelsea Hotel thats been serving fresh seafood, tall cocktails, and superb flan since the 1930s. Tim, Katherine, Harry Smith, William S. Burroughs and Andy Warhol at the Quijote. Goodbye to all that!

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