My 500th post...

No pressure, I've just been avoiding the blogosphere for a while now... I decided to re-up. I've been out of work for a bit and anytime I'm between shows I tend to avoid the world a tad. I have discovered in this absence that I: A. Needed a break B. Can actually accomplish things on my life list while out of work rather than hiding and skulking and C. I kinda miss lil ole blog.

A lot and not much has been going on in my absence. I know I had talked about my uncle visiting at one point and here are some pics of his trip over this way to see his "childless" niece and nephew. Seems our family only comes to visit if ya pop one out so it really meant alot to see him.

My Uncle Ken, Me and my sister Jen at The Getty


We went to the Jazz Bakery and saw the amazing Dr. Lonnie Smith and friends...what a show!


Me and Ken at the beach..


A picture of me I actually kinda dig my sister took..


I have begun to plan my next big trip to Burning Man. I know what you all are thinking, oh great more bullshit we will hear endlessly about in regards to people on stilts, fire dancers, art pieces covered in dust and you know what.... you're right. I can't lie, there will be more of that. Oh the fun to look forward to. I'll try to contain myself. hehehe

I have a new job starting soon, and its a really neat show for me to get on. I'm very excited and as always can't talk specifics, but i'm sure, to allow me to bitch about work, I'll come up with another fake name for it to clue you all in. We'll just say it rhymes with Callous Fin Underhand.

I wish for my 500th post that I had some big exploration of a part of my psyche, or some great revelation and that frankly has been holding me back from posting... Let's consider this my breaking the seal, and trudging forward. There's always going to more funny videos for me to share, wierd pictures to post, and odd topics for me to discuss so let's begin. =)

Da Getty

It was a pretty good weekend for me this week. On Friday I had a little run-in with the law on my way up Vermont Ave. I had been pulled to a stop behind another guzzler of an SUV and decided to pick up a piece of paper on the seat beside me and glance it over. With my window down and grooving (aka singing along) to Erykah Badu, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a cop car pull up beside me. He leaned out his window and informed to stop reading and drive if I didn't want a ticket. The two pimply teenagers in cuffs in the back seat snickered as I said "No problemo." That wasn't the best start to my Friday evening, but it was easy to shake off... Later that night I got to see my good friend Minnesota David for the first time in about a year and a half. We hit the usual spots. He go to see how Jumbo's Clone Room (MJ's) has changed since we used to hang there together. Admittedly I think he dug it more this way with its twinky stripper aesthetic being all the rage. We then headed over to the Regal Beagle, where I ran across Liquid-wayno, it was nice to finally meet him in person.

Saturday was all about hanging with my sister and Uncle Ken who's visiting from back East. We hit Amoeba, Carnie's, and then drove up the coast. Later that night it was time for a wonderful dinner at Ford's Filling Station in Culver City. This restaurant is owned by Harrison Ford's son and boasts a great selection of cured meats, cheeses, wines, great entrees, and one really adorable waiter... hehehe After stuffing ourselves in the swanky digs of Ford's we headed over to the Jazz Bakery to see a performance of Dr.Lonnie Smith and his trio called the Crescent Boogaloo. He is also known as the "Turbanator" sporting his funky muslim garb, beard, and a turban while playing some of the best damn jazz organ you'll ever hear. It had been such a long time since I had been to see some live jazz, and I'm glad this was the show I chipped my teeth on. These performers were incredible at their improvisation and tight knit groove. Everything played was improvised on the spot and played with complete passion. I had forgotten how great jazz is like amazing foreplay... hits you in all the right spots, surprises you at odd moments, and when it really hits the spot, you find yourself vocalizing "Yeah!" "Woo" and of course applause is called for after a good session. hehehehe

Sunday was the perfect day for us to head over to the Getty. The sun was out, the breeze was blowing, it was perfect. Right now their exhibit of California Video/film artists is really intriguing. You have to chack out the footage of the Cramps playing at a sanitarium in the late 70's... what a show that must have been live! The exhibit of photography by Gabriela Iturbide is pretty stunning, with some amazing photos of Gangs in East LA from the mid 80's that show compassion and a huge amount of trust on their part towards her. These are very beautiful personal works that show the true soul of her subjects. I think I could have done without the "Sacrafice" portion of her work that shows a large scale goat killing in Mexico, but it was still some amazing photography. The problem with that place lies in how prickin' huge it is. I need to go back soon to catch the other two exhibits I wanted to check out.

Last night after a long two days of jetting around, it was time to veg and hit the hay early... now I could really use a weekend to just relax.