who ess ze c.v.?
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.
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Posts Tagged ‘los angeles’
~summer afternoon~
Wednesday, July 28th, 2010~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 has since [...]
~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 saw the Floral [...]
~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, 2010click 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, of [...]
~los angeles~
Sunday, November 8th, 2009We celebrated my Grandpa Boone’s 85th birthday, this was what brought us to the states in the first place, a big ol’ shindig with all the family there. I made a book for him, of his life and memories of all the guests.
We drove my mom’s new convertible hardtop around the old freeways and [...]
~ tschüss! ~
Wednesday, August 5th, 2009It was pitch-perfect, and though it was offhand, it was mean. Or maybe especially because it was offhand. My mom, Karen, and I were going through box one of fifteen that we had wrangled from her daunting storage space, boxes full of photographs, some of which (okay, 750) would be scanned and edited into an [...]
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