You can click here for the celebratory weekend in honor of Les and Viva! Las Vegas!!
The wisteria started right on time, Viva Las Vegas with Les, and a good answer to the question ‘what do you do all day?’.
Windy signed up for a month of all-you-can-do exercise at Pure Barre on Wilshire near Barrington. I tried it for two minutes but it was S!O! L!!OUD!!! in there (oh the boom boom), wow, it was not for me.
But notice the foot massage place next door. Now that IS for me!
We had planned to walk at the Pepperdine track with Sharon this afternoon but we got rained out. Oh well.
I’ve had tickets with Nancy for weeks to see Van Dyke Parks and a couple of young people he has taken a fancy to: Inara George and Tom McDermott.
The show was at McCabe’s, which we love for its intimacy and wide selection of artists.
It was a great night not excepting the entire jumbo bag of Trader Joe’s Kettle Korn that I ate with great relish and zeal while we were waiting in line for about an hour.
Her greatest and happiest adventure was climbing up and down and up and down and again and again and again on this pile of rocks.
First let me say this pile is securely attached and meant for climbing…but still…she’s three… After a few times she called out ‘Look Granny I can hop!’ which of course I immediately inserted on the ‘oh let’s not do that’ list. Then she got faster and faster going up and down and then she wanted to jump off higher and higher rocks at which point I called it ‘one last time’.
On the way to pick up Kaitlin we learned that a friend at Kaitlin’s school was in the hospital with a potential concussion having tripped playing a game of tag. Once again I was overcome with relief that no calamity had befallen us today.
At 11am this morning in the two blocks of Westwood Blvd. in front of the Paris Bakery, where the Proust readers gather, we were greeted by preparations for the Iranian Happy New Year Extravaganza.
Most of the area for booths was still empty but YIKES the Iranian dance music was so Full Blast we couldn’t hear ourselves let alone one another, so we had to pass on our discussion of Reading Proust in Tehran.
A most handsome and fragrant decoration.
“Originally being a Zoroastrian festival, and the holiest of them all, Nowruz is believed to have been invented by Zoroaster himself, although there is no clear date of origin.”
“Since the Achaemenid era the official year has begun with the New Day when the Sun leaves the zodiac of Pisces and enters the zodiacal sign of Aries, signifying the Spring Equinox. Nowruz is also a holy day for Sufis, Bektashis, Ismailis, Alawites, Alevis, Babis and adherents of the Bahá’í Faith.”
…murals covering all the outside walls of the restaurant.
The following text I totally copied in its entirety from Los Angeles Magazine dated 3/14/13:
“Bricia Lopez and her family (owners of Guelaguetza) have already perfected the arts of simmering creamy moles and hand-brewing smoky mezcal.
“Their Koreatown restaurant, Guelaguetza, is a Los Angeles institution, appealing to locals with their vibrant Oaxacan cuisine. But the Lopez family has always believed that their mission runs a little deeper than just pleasing the palate.”
“They’ve taken their cultural evangelism to the next level and delved into the art world by commissioning a mural at their Olympic Boulevard location.
“Street artists Rosario Martinez and Roberto Vega of the Mexican art group Colectivo LaPiztola (a combination of “lapiz,” or pencil, and “piztola,” pistol—a succinct commentary on their take-no-prisoners approach) made their L.A. debut yesterday…”
Cynthia, Kieran, and Mike looking over Diamond Head and the beautiful blue Pacific. They had a great time in Hawaii and pictures to prove it.
Here’s what I wrote to Cynthia: “Will you send me your favorite of the three of you together? You know I’m going to use it for my ‘historical record’. Every time I say that, ‘historical record’ I think of Galaxy Quest and say to myself ‘oh, I could watch it again!’. You know that movie .. and if by chance not it is such a winner. Sometimes I say ‘permanent record’ and think of Jr High but that’s something different altogether…”
cb (probably Caleb or Charis?).
We finished up the March Madness Mailing for L&H and then I came home to Not eat. It’s very time consuming, not eating.
So I decided to amuse myself with old episodes of Star Trek on netflix streaming video. Which I must have thought of because Hulu is offering them all for free for a while but with commercials, so netflix it is.
Here I am with Ken and Susie at the Catalina Jazz Club (Bar and Grill) at Sunset and Highland. I’d never been here before! Wow, a Jazz Club, just like in the movies.
We saw Oz Noy with these guys, the drummer Dave Weckl with his 40k$ kit and his mad skills. Yikes. And the six string bassman Anthony Jackson who was aaa-MAYzing…
…and Oz Noy himself and his foot pedals rivaling those of a cathedral organ.
From his bio: ““It’s Jazz. It just doesn’t sound like it.” This is how virtuoso guitarist Oz Noy describes his intoxicating blend of jazz, funk, rock, blues, and r&b.” Virtuoso and intoxicating is right.
Would I play his music in my little house? Probably not. Would I go to another show? In a heartbeat!
Last week was my last week giving Kaitlin a bath! She decided around Friday that she wanted to give herself a big-girl shower now.
So it was just Lilly tonight and we practiced leg parts – thigh, calf, shin. She’s already good on the joints – knee, elbow, wrist, ankle, and for a long time now has been on to my bath time favorite Arm Pits. And in a few short years .. it’ll be big-girl shower for Lilly too, and Kaitlin will be older yet, and the fun just goes ON.
It’s our matriarch’s birthday, Happy Birthday Lona! We, Windy and I, have been taking her to the Korean Scrub and Spa for her birthday and we all are SO happy. Then we had a really tasty late lunch at Mitsuwa where Lona and Windy had never been. It’s good on your birthday to do at least one thing you’ve never done before.
Look how cute we are all matchy-matchy in purple, like we called each other .. but we didn’t!
Monday night at Marija’s was lovely as ever. Usually the hostess makes dessert but since Marija has given up sweets for Lent Becky made the brownie cake with peanut butter frosting dessert that is the crack cocaine of desserts. Resistance is futile.
…and in this one. The guitar player, the flutist, and the two incredible dancers. It was quite fantastic and we’d both happily go again.
You can see the one hour show for $15 with no minimum required. They make their money on the pretty good tapas and good enough beverages available all day and into the night.
Nancy and I enjoyed the beautiful day and saw the hot-ticket traveling Vermeer. Back in 2009 we drove out to the Norton-Simon to see a Vermeer, the ‘A Lady Writing’. This one is called ‘Woman in Blue Reading a Letter’. Nice symmetry I think.
I just read that there are only 35-36 Vermeer paintings left in the world. There’s an excellent website essentialvermeer.com that tells about them (click on the image and then click around in it) and where they are.
Elaina came by this morning and we were testing my ‘tips’ on her real-life situation of wanting to plan a trip to France for herself and her mom.
It was great – I could see so many areas that could use a lot of attention, and I’ll be getting to that very soon, right after I finish my Proust assignment for Sunday. But mostly I need to fix the way that banner works. Baaad.
Nancy’s down from Santa Barbara touching base with her doctor, her accountant, her attorney .. and some friends, yay! although these pop-into-LA visits are too short to catch up with everyone .. so many friends, so little time.
David and Joann hosted a delightful and delicious soirée including Nancy, Muriel, and me. Missing from Nancy’s photos is the calamari salad, the lasagna, and the designer wine. Those pictures on the table are David’s drawings laid out as gifts for the guests. What a good time we had!
Have I been eating too much YUM these days? Oh my goodness yes.
They were putting on a one day only piece of performance art called Laughing Hole here’s what it says in the write-up:
Spanish artist and choreographer La Ribot has gathered elements from dance, avant-garde theater and performance art to create a controlled situation where language and expression are dislodged…
…In Laughing Hole, a large number of cardboard signs carpet the floor of the gallery where three women amble in continuous laughter using the signs to interact with the audience. As the performance unfolds, the laughter turns into an ambiguous sound indistinguishable from weeping, and the walls of the gallery space are covered with language, enveloping audience and performers alike.
In this six hour performance, the audience is invited to drop in at any point and remain in the gallery space for as long as they wish.
I wrote my name and a happy face on this one and then put it back face down on the floor. It’s performance art after all.