O’Reilly anyone?

January 27, 2004 at 10:12 pm in Uncategorized

I’m thinking of heading down to the O’Reilly Emerging Technology Conference in San Diego in early Feb. Now, I hadn’t been planning on this before so I didn’t do any pre-planning. I’m wondering if anyone else from LA is going down and wants to share a ride, share a room, share whatever. I’m no stranger to packing a sleeping bag and subleting some floorspace. I’ll probably just grab a basic floor pass, but let me know if you are planning to go.


January 27, 2004 at 12:53 am in Uncategorized

When you run out of clean underwear, it’s not a sign that you should do laundry. It simply means you need to go buy more. Being obsessed with unmentionables, the time has come for me to share all of my too-much-information information:

Frederick’s of Hollywood: used to be a favorite. USED to be. They used to make the best lace garter belts ever and were a great alternative to the reign of terror of Victoria’s Secret, but that era is over. Prices have risen, quality has not. I will say that their underwear is a lot more comfortable than VS. And, guys, they have maaaaaaaaan-thongs…. eh? Eh?

Trashy Lingerie: The saleswomen are out of control pushy. Having one of them constantly nipping at my heels, breathing down my neck is so creepy; I’d rather have an old man in a trench coat follow me around. However, the bargain section on their website is excellent for hosiery even if shipping prices are on the hefty side.

Victoria’s Secret: Going to the Semi-Annual Sale is like marinating yourself in smarmy beef and wine and then trying to battle alcoholic she-wolves for bits of ribbon. Nails and elbows must be used to maintain personal shopping space while digging for that elusive color or size before that other skank finds it and wears it with lowrise jeans. But the spoils, oh, the spoils, my friend. Everything you’ve wanted but thought was overpriced is now under $15. The sale is pretty much over now, but most locations still have a couple of clearance bins with additional 50% off.

Target: Doy! The classiest mart around has the best deals ever. 3 pairs of polka dot undies for $7.50, 2 pairs of Hello Kitty boy briefs for $8; what the hell, man, why aren’t you stocking up already? And while you’re there, pick up a few bags of Milano cookies ($2 a bag!!!). Those bastards, that’s why they put them by the register… That’s what’s great about Target, you can afford to buy more underwear once your ass expands from all the cookies.

Finally, did you know that the 99 cent Store sells g-strings? Burlington Coat Factory is more than just coats, it’s also $1.99 thongs. Go forth, children; for who says that what covers your ass can’t be as cheap as your ass?

For those of you who know me and would rather stab out your eyes and eat your own bile than hear about my intimate apparell, let me just take this opportunity to remind you that I also fart and poop. A lot.


January 26, 2004 at 9:25 pm in Uncategorized

I’m not terribly impressed with the quality of the valets at the W hotel in Westwood.

I had family in from Australia and due to all the travel over the years they had a free three room suite for the weekend, so despite the pain I’m in I decided to suck it up — what other choice did I have — and hung out over the weekend.

After wasting a half tank of gas looking for street parking (I saw 3 other people luck into that mythical free parking spot), I pulled up to the valet.

He left it running, closed the door and was lucky that it didn’t lock automatically as it usually does.

I walked up the watery glass stairs that always make me feel dizzy and drunk but then thought better of it. Had to make sure these guys could drive the go cart. Not to mention that it is air cooled and would overheat if they left it running in place for too long.

One valet got in, tried to put it in gear without engaging the clutch. Twice. The sound of my 19 year old gears grinding makes god and the angels cry.

I ran down the stairs and banged on the window….”don’t you know how to drive a standard??” I yelled.

He nodded and engaged the clutch this time but managed not to put it in first gear. He reved the engine a few times in neutral expecting to advance.

I ran over to the other valet and said, “I’m not letting this jackhole park my car. Tell me where to park it and I will. That guy has ground my clutch and tried to drive in neutral.”

He patted my shoulder thinking I was some sort of idiot and escorted some schmancy-fancy couple to their automatic Porsche. A travesty in and of itself.

The guy in my car finally figured out 1st gear but had neglected to release the hand brake. The sight of my car lurching almost gave me a panic attack.

I’m seconds away from having a stroke at that point, when some nice young man went over and pulled the incompetent valet out of my go cart by his collar.

The last remaining valet told me, “he knows how to drive an older standard transmission, don’t worry.” And he did.

Take home message? Don’t try to drive a 19 year old car if you can’t drive a standard Honda. For that matter, don’t work as a valet at all.

And don’t underestimate the ease of a car that a small blonde woman drives. She’s probably more capable than you.

little secret in hollywood

January 26, 2004 at 1:07 pm in Uncategorized

The bookstore at Arclight Cinemas on Sunset and Vine is freaking amazing. First of all, most theaters don’t have book stores built in, and if they do, it’s probably to hype some garbage some losers just put out with the name of some current movie plastered all over it. Well, as we’ve mentioned here before, Arclight is no normal theater. The book store, while just taking up a small corner of the lobby, is packed with amazing finds. New releases by Taschen, Phaidon and others who make visually stunning books you just want to open. While they have the obligitory “movie related” books, they also have books with amazing imagery from advertising, art, design, architechture, and more. Currently they have section focusing on Frank Gehry, but seem to swich that out once a month or so.

Sure there’s better book stores in LA, but none that you can browse while waiting for your friends to show up for a flick at one of the best theaters in the country.

Opening night fun

January 26, 2004 at 12:49 pm in Uncategorized


One of the things you pretty much have to do as an art gallery is throw an opening reception for your latest show. It’s always something that I’ve both loved and hated. For one, I love to show off the new work that’s in the gallery and that usually involves a new artist that I’m excited for people to discover. On the other hand, it has a party-vibe and even though we don’t serve the hooch, it can be a little exhausting. Sometimes, openings are more fun that others. This can be from a variety of factors…the public’s enthusiasm, artists show up on time, sales, etc. All that said, the opening we had last Saturday for newcomers Martin Ontiveros and Donovan Crosby was so fantastic! Great people came out to see the show, conversations we overheard regarding the work was positive, artists were amazing, and sales were solid. I hope that this is a taste of what 2004 has to offer because it sure was fun and, sometimes, that can be rare.

Rice ‘N Smooth

January 25, 2004 at 10:32 pm in Uncategorized

Mikawaya in Little Tokyo specializes in wagashi, which basically translates into japanese confectionary/sweets, but should really translate into “holy fuck cakes, this taste great!”. Most everyone in Los Angeles nowadays knows about the dessert treat mochi ice cream, glutinous rice paste shaped into balls filled with ice cream flava flavs like green tea, mango, and red bean (azuki), now served at most any japanese restaurant. It was at Mikawaya in 1993, a business that’s been in operation since 1910 (starting at 365 East First St, but now at multiple locations throughout LA), where mochi ice cream was created. But as much as I do like the east-meets-west combination of sticky rice and creamed ice, its really the traditional sweets that offer gastronomic satisfaction. There are two different categories of wagashi, nama-gashi and higashi. Its the delicate nama-gashi made of dusted sticky rice dough, with a shelf life of only a day or two, that is the ultimate japanese treat. These are chewy treats in a beautiful range of colours and shapes. Some are filled with red beans, lima beans, mung beans, or vegetable gelatin, while others are flavoured with citrus, shaped into little bird forms, stamped with kanji, or wrapped in shiso leaves (a wonderful play between sweet and salty, a treat for those who like tastes with a bit of depth and complexity). And the best part according to the pastry shop is: “…that the caloric value of wagashi is generally about one-third that of Western style sweets.” Making Sara Lee their bitch with each tasty bite, Mikawaya (118 Japanese Village Plaza, 90012).

Got Blog? Take 2.

January 25, 2004 at 9:23 pm in Uncategorized

Brian Flemming/LA.com asked:

Are we

a) Free to link to blogging.la? If so, we will continue to link to entries at blogging.la that we feel will interest our readers.

b) Not free to link to blogging.la? If you prefer, we will no longer link to blogging.la.

After reading all the comments on the LAblogs thread, talking to all the blogging.la authors, and reviewing the Creative Commons license we publish everything under at blogging.la the official answer is C) All of the Above.

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Little known treasure

January 25, 2004 at 8:55 pm in Uncategorized


Today I went whale watching out in the Pacific with a few friends out of Long Beach Harbor. Ticket price was a whopping $20 and worth 5 times that. 2 and a half hours out into the ocean to search for migrating whales. It was quite possibly the most calm I’ve had in months. I recommend everyone in LA go do it. The whales are migrating between now and March but February is the best time to do it. We went out on a regular ship today but next time we’re going out on the American Pride which is a 3 masted sailing ship that was out of commission for a bit. Anyway go do it! It’s amazing and so calming it’s better than 10 trips to the therapist. The picture above is real. They fly in formation looking for food from the tourists. I’ll post my gallery URL in a day or so. I shot 450 pictures today on this little adventure. I even got a whale tail! But I was too excited to get a really great one.



January 25, 2004 at 6:33 pm in Uncategorized

I have been meaning to check out the San Francisco Art International Art Exposition ever since I moved to Los Angeles but, for some reason or another, I never quite made it. However, this year I was bound and determined. Having waited until the last minute I decided the most economical way to get up there was to drive. So I rented myself a little car and drove the six hours, mapped it out so no bridges would be crossed (deathly fear, don’t ask) and had a fabulous time listening to my mix cds I made at 2am the night before.

Thomas Blackman Associates produces this fair, in additional to Art Chicago and The Stray Show which are way better, and some good friends of mine work for TBA …the perfect excuse to go. Free passes, Chicago-style drinking, and good company was the way to properly experience this granny art fair at Fort Mason. Here’s a little art hodge-podge about the fair…
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January 25, 2004 at 11:32 am in Uncategorized

About an hour ago, I called 911 for the first time since I’ve lived in LA. I was very impressed with the service. They picked up after about a half ring, and asked about my emergency and I said “Someone is trapped in the elevator,” and they knew exactly who to transfer me to. One second later I got the fire department rescue operator who asked about the problem, got my address, and sent help. They got here about five minutes later and they actually thought that wasn’t very fast. I wish Sprint would take a cue from them so I don’t have to threaten to quit every time I get a bill.

Villa Piacere

January 25, 2004 at 9:07 am in Uncategorized

After having met an up-and-coming actor (named Ransford, who will soon be starring in ‘Hostage’ with Bruce Willis), we hit another Veronica-recommended restaurant. I hadn’t eaten steak in a while, so I decided to go for the filet mignon. The seared tuna would have been a better choice – being quite a delicious dish. Expensive meal, but worth repeating.

I’m Popular

January 25, 2004 at 8:48 am in Uncategorized

So, I just joined Orkut the other day – from an invitation. It’s kinda neat, and since it’s being done “in affiliation with Google,” I believe it’s going to be around for a while. At this point, I’ve discovered that I have at least 102 friends. It’s neat when you get added by people you respect from afar. Yeah, I’m on Ryze and Linkedin, but I think Orkut’s at the top of my list. I’ve found other Blogging.la’ers over there, too – but I just don’t know all of you yet. I suppose if you leave a comment on this blog, you’d be considered a friend. Unless you’re not. In which case, I have every right to kick you in the kneecap.

New York Scoop

January 25, 2004 at 8:39 am in Uncategorized

You gotta respect an ice cream shop with this painted on the window. They offer a couple of Carbolite flavors, but there’s no Wow Cow to be found. Still, I was thrilled to see a mini-market in the back completely filled with low-carb yum-yums! It’s at 20040 (1/2) Ventura if you care to venture out.

Cuban Food

January 25, 2004 at 8:24 am in Uncategorized

Someone had a hankering for Cuban, so we bopped over to Versailles on Ventura. Not bad, but not great. The menu was quite extensive, but the taste was quite middle-of-the-road. Atmosphere was a cross between the typical greasy-spoon and Denny’s. Only carbivores need apply.

own it. feel it

January 25, 2004 at 5:57 am in Uncategorized

Mavis and I wandered around The Grove and ended up inside Barnes and Noble for hours the other day. Time flies in a bookstore and apparently, I was MIA for a half hour. Came across that old little gem, The Hipster Handbook. When Mavis finally located me transfixed and laughing out loud, we spent another 15 minutes trying to decide if we didn’t hate all the hipster wanna-bes, which hipster weíd be.

ìI wanna be the UTF,î I said. Unemployed trust fund hipster, for all of you not cool enough to know the lingo. Angst ridden, rich and tragically hip.

Mavis was all about being a ìlaptopper.î Sounds kinky I know, but shut it you pervs. Itís just a Beatlesís-haircut-wearing-coffee-house-dwelling-type who has a flashy laptop in tow. An iBook, of course.

On our way out of The Grove I bought a cheap pair of hipsteresque sunglasses with pocket change. The woman at the kiosk wasn’t happy to count the coins but I figured she’d appreciate having the change later. I vowed not to take the new sunglasses off when we eventually went indoors, no matter how blind I became.

Later at my local Central Perk, I sat down with the latest Vanity Fair while Mavis pulled from her computer bag a spiral notebook and some stapled stacks of paper. She grimaced as she dropped them on the table, still wet with some other slobís coffee rings.

ìYouíre a papertopperî

ìNo, no ñ itís my laptop. Itís just incredibly light. Here feel itÖî

ìOh, be careful, I donít want to break your papertopî

ìNo worries. Itís deck. I got the lifetime guaranteeî

ìSeriously ñ this must have put you back a pretty pennyî

ìYeah, but itís state of the art. I can even write on itî

ìHowís the battery life on that?î


ìAmazing. Is that the latest color in papertops — luminescent white? I heard itís impossible to find.î

ìYou betî

ìK, it was hard for me to tell if it was white. I am still wearing my sunglasses, after allî

ìHowís that going?î

ìNot so good. Iím not feeling itî

ìYou gotta own it, girlî

ìMaybe I should try to be one of those angry art hipsters, insteadî

ìSo then youíd have to carry around a sketchbook instead of your laptop.î

ìBut I can’t draw very well and Iím not that angryî

ìYou will be when I become a foster parent for your laptop and you have no visitation rightsî

But sheís correct. You canít be a UTF without a trust fund, nor can an angry art girl carry a laptop instead of a huge canvas. And a laptopper must have an actual laptop computer. A papertop just won’t suffice.