Every Thursday I eagerly anticipate The Guide, a calendar insert of the Los Angeles Times, to see the goings-on in the big bad city. I’m mostly interested in the art exhibits that concern graphic design, design in general, printing or photography. Oh it also helps if they’re free. LA is an expensive town so you gotta save some coin somewhere. There are two openings this weekend that are piquing my curiosity. One is free and the other is a mere five bucks.
Or in America you would say, "pretty, huh?" My friend took this photo from her home in St. Catharines, Ontario. It's in response to my post back in January about sunsets. I've started a flickr group if you're interested in posting a sunset or dramatic-sky photo.
“Now, who’s going to Bring me a BOURBON?” — Mag Wildwood
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Actually I can’t stand the stuff, but I always think it tastes pretty good in baked treats. The sweet loaf pictured above is called Hootenholler Whiskey Quick Bread and the recipe is from the I Hate to Cook Cookbook by Peg Bracken. Peg Bracken died last year, but she left a legacy of very funny housekeeping books that where published in the 1960’s and 70’s. I discovered her work, through a radio obituary I heard last year on NPR. Also the New York Time Magazine published her obit in their The Lives They Lived issue last December.
You can listen to an interview with Peg Bracken on NPR or you can read about her at nytimes.com.
I bought some of her books on ebay, but I’ll save that for another post.
Read Me! Text in Art 145 North Raymond Avenue, near Old Pasadena Gallery Hours: Tuesday through Sunday, noon- 5 p.m. Free admission. December 9 – February 24
Okay, only a short time to catch this one, but I’m heading that way today. This is where I take my letterpress classes too.
I don’t think this one starts until next week, but it looks really neat and it’s “freeeee”. I think Andrew would like to see this one since he’s a tea-dude and all.
Andrew wasn’t the only one to find something at the antique mall last weekend. I found this cute-little-mid-century-children’s book in almost perfect condition. Is that enough adjectives by the way? As you can see it’s printed in two color which I think always looks very smart.
I have three work-in-progress projects for letterpress. A two-color business card, a thank you note and a mini-movie poster. The poster project is quite involved and I expect it to take me until, give or take, the end of the year. I’m only there once a week for two and half hours so there isn’t much time to get a lot done. Letterpress is like that in general, you have to be patient because it’s a slow progress. It’s the antidote for our hasty society.
Reading Run by Ann Patchett. I didn’t pick this book it was picked for me. I belong to the KCRW book club, they send me five books a year, a premium for sponsoring the station. I’m not sure if it’s my kind of book.
Making
roast chicken
Eating
roast chicken
Watching
Mary Tyler Moore Season 1. Can’t get enough of that 70’s.
I picked up another vintage shaker when we went to the antique mall over the weekend. This one has pictures of Paris on it. There were quite a few shakers in the store, including one exactly like the one Debbie gave me for Christmas-no cap on it though.
After our museum visit on Saturday we headed over to the Sherman Oaks Antique Mall. We didn't buy too much, but it sure was entertaining looking at all that old stuff.
I found some neato grunge borders, from 640pixels.com, to jazz up today's photos.
Today we went to the Forest Lawn museum in Glendale to see an exhibit. Behind the museum is a nice patio, with a great view of downtown Glendale and the valley.
I don’t usually decorate for Valentine’s Day, but since we were hosting a gathering so close to the day I thought I should do something festive. For an inexpensive and recyclable heart garland I strung together some heart-shaped-paper doilies I picked up at Target. Which by the way had at least five rows of crap dedicated to Valentine’s Day. Scary.
Tonight Andrew and I had a gathering of people from The-Cocktail-Club-formally-known-as-the-Book-Club. Last year a friend and I started a monthly book club with a membership of nine ladies. It all started out enthusiastically enough but as the months progressed the ladies dropped out, each with some sort of lame excuse like having to spend more time with their children. After six short months our book club was a bust. So last September, over a Friday evening drink, my friend and I founded the Cocktail Club. The Cocktail Club works like this: once a month or so a pre-selected member hosts a gathering at their home. So far we have been treated to a wine-tasting night, a beer-tasting night, gin cocktails and tonight we served vodka cocktails. Next month we’re going to Palm Springs to try champagne. There are so many members in the club that we won’t have to host again until the year 2010.
Both Debbie and I have colds, which may be relapses of the flu we had a few weeks ago. When we're sick, we drink TheraFlu, WalFlu, Neo Citron...whatever they call the gross-tasting drinks that put you to sleep even when you're so stuffed up you can't breathe. Now I'm willing to drink something yucky if it means getting some sleep instead of sitting on the couch pondering what color of goo will come out of my nose next, but I drew the line at "TheraFlu for Flu and Chest Congestion". It tastes like a moldy old lemon smothered in Vegemite and dipped in sea water. I begged Debbie to pick up something different, and luckily the "TheraFlu for Severe Cold" is something I can at least get down without gagging. Nighty night!
Yesterday and today I was riding up in the hills around Malibu for work. And, as is usually the case after a big rain, the sky was almost perfectly clear. The picture is looking Southeast from Deer Creek Road in Ventura County, and the big hill you can see is Palos Verdes, about 35 miles away and the other side of Los Angeles. We could also see Catalina Island, another 20 miles further away. The hills are actually green now, even in some places where the fires hit last October. Just another day in paradise.
I found this handsomely packaged liquid-hand soap at Target yesterday. Not only do I like the label, but it smells really nice too. Apparently the company, J.R. Watkins Apothecary, has been around for ages quietly making fine products right under my nose.
I know it’s silly to get excited about liquid hand soap, but come on it’s anxiety free.
I spent the better part of this weekend at an Anatomy and the Joints workshop instructed by Paul Grilley, a well known anatomy expert in the yoga world. Although some people find this a dry subject I'm a bit of an anatomy nerd. Learning about bones and muscles was one of the things I looked forward to the most when I took my teacher training last year. This weekend the lecture explored the uniqueness of bone structure and how it effects an individual’s range of motion. It’s a mystery to a student of yoga (that would be me) as to why one posture is so easy and the next is torture. To put it in a nutshell your bones have the final say in how far you will go in a pose. Sometimes you just have to accept that Gumby beside you in yoga class is a freak and it’s time to get on with your own damn practice.