Friday, May 26, 2017

Dietland Writers Room

Four months ago we assembled this gifted group of writers
to crack open season one of Dietland.
Their task began soon after the new President took office,
a confluence of events which wasn't lost on any of us.
May the powers that be green light us to the next stage
so we can bring Plum and the feminist uprising known as Jennifer to the small screen.

Sunday, May 21, 2017


Sunday mornings are for indulging a deep desire
to lounge, laze, and loosen my grip on anything that must get accomplished.
After an obscenely idle forenoon,
Scotch and I seized the beautiful spring day
and strolled along the banks of the LA River in Frogtown.
Officially known as Elysian Valley, this is another area on the brink of a seismic gentrification boom.
The sound of rushing water was incongruent with the urban landscape, but
it tricked us into feeling like we wandering in a magical wooden glen.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Being Goofy

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Artist Robin Bell

Monday, May 15, 2017

Go To The Theater

In the midst of the current investigation into Trump and pals, this story was told.
A distraught Trump walked up to the picture of George Washington and said,
"George, father of our country, I am in such turmoil what should I do?"
and the picture spoke to him and said, don't lie to the people.
He was very upset by this and got his entourage together and went to the Jefferson Memorial
and said to the statue of Jefferson, "Thomas, great patriot, and author of the
Declaration of Independence, please tell me what to do?"
And the statue spoke and said go to the people and tell the truth.
Finally, he went to the Lincoln Memorial and said,
"Honest Abe, the great emancipator, I am in such turmoil,
what should I do?"
And the statue of Lincoln looked down at him and said,
Go to the theater.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Another Year

Saturday night's Lord Jones and tequila indulgence didn't keep us off the trail this morning.
Celebrated 53 with Mad Whip and Mr. Mr. on a 7 mile trek.
Ojai, blooming with light purple thistle, was in all its glory.
As were we.

Saturday, May 13, 2017


One of the most poised and graceful women I know turns 30 this month.
In her honor, Mad Whip and Mr. Mr hosted an elegant dinner party.
Even before the Brazilian feast was served, we started shaking and our shimming our bodies
to the DJ's superb selections. 
After dinner, someone absent-mindedly made a wreath
 from the olive branches scattered on the table.
By evening's end all of our heads were crowned
 and I saw us for what we were: 
a gathering of goddesses, celebrating one we adore.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017


The mad frenzy to get as much done as possible before the potential strike,
was coupled with inertia, a paralysis induced with not being able to plan for the next few months.
May is a busy time at Tiny Pyro land, and the potential halt of the machinery, 
has thankfully been averted.

Sunday, April 30, 2017


Saturday, April 22, 2017

Kerry James Marshall

According to Kerry James Marshall, "the thing that has the
greatest transformative capacity in the art world today,
in terms of what people expect to see when they go to the art museum,
is a painting that has a black figure in it, because 95 percent
of all other paintings you see are going to have white figures in them.
The whole history of representation is built on the
representation of white folks.
Now, all of that stuff is good, so you have to figure out how to
get good like that,
and then get in there on the terms that are relevant for now."

Marshall's work has exceeded good.
His retrospective at MOCA introduced me to his body of work.
Layers and layers of symbolism
reference slavery, black history in America, master painters and inequality.
His palette is arresting, as is his message.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

The 14th Factory

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Carizzo Plain

The promise of unending fields of wildflowers
motivated us to set the alarm for 7am on a Saturday morning 
and embark on a 3 hour road trip to Carizzo Plain.
The hyped superbloom did not disappoint.
In fact, it surmounted expectations with patchwork hills in yellow and purple,
acres of swaying grasses, and glorious clouds casting shadows across the plains. 
After a late afternoon hike in the Tembler Range
we were ready for a picnic dinner at the only motel for miles.
Positive yelp reviews described the accommodations as charming and rustic.
At 6pm our room still wasn't cleaned which was shocking
because when we finally checking in after a picnic in the car,
the bathroom floor was littered with trash, the tub was etched with a grimy stain, and the 
threadbare sheets looked soiled.
I don't need fancy, but I do need clean and mattress with a set of springs.
A romantic evening in a quaint motel turned into a three hour drive back to Hollywood.
Glitches happen, a good test for how we deal with the unexpected.  
We both rolled with it, not willing to let the extraordinary day with Mother Nature
be dampened by a seedy motel and creepy concierge .