Rock Star/Rapper Extravagace Extravaganza

Funny article on the often ridiculous extravagances of rock stars and rappers.

David Lee Roth's purchase of paternity insurance 'cause of all his fooling around, however, was a wise choice. I'm surprised they insured him!

http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/getback/75945/to-be-young-a-rapper-a-rocker-and-rich/

Obama the Rock Star

Wow. I've never seen anything like it. T-shirts, commemerative printing plates, lotteries to win tickets to the event, buttons, posters, parties, parades, people inviting strangers into their houses (via Obama's web site) to celebrate the inauguration.

It is definitely THEE rock event of the season.

Idealism floats in the air despite the economic crisis, people gush about change and have faith that it will happen. It's pretty incredible.

So president Obama (let's face it, Bush is the lamest of lame ducks) you have got A LOT to live up to and the country is counting on you. Here's hoping true change comes in the stodgy and corrupt and self serving political halls of power. I am a doubter, but I want to believe...

2009 so far...

Has been super non-productive. Like I've been sick and spent black holes of time on the internet studying Chinese medicine and mung bean soup recipes. Our apartment is starting to smell like my childhood neighbor Mr. Linke's house - he drove a VW bug and believed in healthy food and supplements in the 70's. I'll always remember his glass eye and that funky nutrious yeasty smell when you walked in his house. Memories last, but memories with scents last even longer. Mr. Linke was definitely ahead of his time. But, alas, I digress...

Now I have PLENTY of stories I want to tell - of the holidays (especially AJ and Alison's teacher stories, but I could never tell them as well as they do, oh yeah, and my brother's Tivo list - let's just say it's "gynormous"), the crazy girl in all Bebe clothing from my real estate classes who wore a beaded harem sheer scarf over her face to take the state exam (she's Hispanic, not Indian) was a story I meant to tell months ago and I still have roommate stories to finish for a friend of mine, but alas, I am a complete slug.

However, I am not slower than the LA Metro subway building. I lobbied amongst friends to pass Measure R and they can't even get it two stops to La Cienega until 2019! And some work won't be done until 2032 - I'll be a certifiable senior citizen by then! Other cities do it in one decade, not three. Ridiculous!

So I hope my 2009 productivity is in like a sloth and out like a panther!

HAPPY NEW YEARS 2009!

Didn't make any resolutions this year, because I usually break them (especially the annual "eat a little less cheese" one). BUT maybe that means I'll actually accomplish a few. Like writing more religiously on my blog.

Got some pictures to share - (not babies or cheesy holiday couple shots, don't worry ;) those'll be up soon!

O.J. Karma - Paint with Hate

With the latest OJ verdict (there is karma - yes!) - I thought you might enjoy another PAINT WITH HATE masterpiece.

As always it is funny, obnoxious and raw - a mix of journalistic details and blood. Check it out!

The Last Legs of Sunset 5

It's always sad when one of your favorite movie theaters is going under, even if you haven't been there in years. You remember films you loved and hated there, the friends and old beaus you saw and argued about the films with, etc.

I had time to kill last week while my car was being repaired so I ventured over to Sunset 5. Hardly anything is left! Virgin Megastore is an empty shell, no more Buzz coffee, no more CPK - pretty much nothing but Sunset 5 and Crunch gym (where they first offered pole dancing classes).

Once Arclight and Landmark hit the scene they robbed from Sunset 5's indie fare, getting the most popular titles in that market. Leaving only the runts of the litter at Sunset 5. I had only heard of one title there and chose the French film - A CHRISTMAS TALE - because of Catherine Deneauve and I also hoped I'd be transported to beautiful Paris via an engaging tale that afternoon.

Not so much. Catherine played a distant mother and grandmother who smoked cigarettes and showed off her stunning legs whenever possible. Her despised (even by her since birth) son becomes the only one who can donate bone marrow to save her life and is invited to Christmas for the first time in years by his suicidal teen-age nephew.

Ominous music and titles introduce each day that week which consist of wife swapping, fist fights, booze and more cigarettes, crying jags mixed with intellectual ponderings, and talk of the new girlfriend having an ass like Angela Bassett. Unfortunately, none of this was ever engaging. I never cared.

It made me long for "Home for the Holidays" or even an afternoon escape with "Four Christmases".

Oh well, found a good mechanic and that was worth the price of admission!

"The Scream" Sunset

LA's sky looks like the background of Edvard Munch's master painting "The Scream" right now. Streaked lines of fuscia, purple, burnt orange, yellow and deep blue in random order.

Incredible!

I'm sure it's still residue from the fires. But from tragedy and ashes, beauty can arise.

Or maybe it's a brilliantly colorful chaotic bkgd to the current world events.

Whatever it is - if you are in LA - run outside NOW!