Mad Whip and Joons

Had a perfect weekend visit from Madwhip and Joons.

An overnight was not enough time to accomplish all there is to do on a sunny weekend in LA,

but we did our best to satiate our adventurous appetite.

We cruised around Echo Park Lake in a pedal boat.

Ate a scrumptious lunch at Sqril.

Wandered The Arts District where we had a synchronistic encounter with muralist Kim West.

And took a moonlit walk to dinner at The Beachwood Cafe.

Joons was so exhausted she feel asleep while eating her cheeseburger and fries.

Girls

What Belongs To You

Garth Greenwell's first novel, What Belongs to You,

induced another lively book club discussion.

The short novel about an American poet teaching English in Bulgaria

who falls for a hustler he meets in a public restroom

was unanimously enjoyed.

Valentine's Day Sunset Hike

Nuetra

I'm slightly obsessed with the dilapidated Neutra across the street from me.

It was built in 1933 for Ernest and Bertha Mosk,

a young, non-affluent couple with sophisticated taste and an eye for modernism.

For Neutra the work was a replicable prototype for steep hillside development.

A few months after moving in, Bertha wrote the architect to express their

"feeling that now we have the freedom to breathe and grow.

The house is alive and so we too feel vital."

I know the power of the light in this canyon,

and can only imagine how Neutra maximized the southern exposure and hillside views.

Ironically, in its current state, the house is an eyesore.

My obsessive thoughts are about restoring this architectural gem to it's original splendor.

"Above and below the rows of steel casements running continuously around the bedroom wing,

were wooden and stucco bands, painted to heighten the building's "machine identity" 

in various hues of silver-grey aluminum." 

Never say never.

The People Vs OJ Simpson

After viewing just one episode of The People VS OJ Simpson, I'm hooked.

On a personal note, it's odd, in the way that getting older continues to confound me,

to watch an historical event that I lived through as an adult.

The murders and subsequent trial were the backdrop of my first years in LA.  

Of course, this was National, front page news, but it was also local, and somehow personal.

The infamous car chase on June 17, 1994 had caused heavier than usual Friday night traffic.

I recall leaving my office at Universal that night, concerned I'd be late for dinner.

Over the following year and a half, meetings with writers often started with reactions to the incredulous occurrences in the court room.

Kato Kaelin was like a sitcom character who wandered into a crime show.

Later, he'd break the forth wall, showing up at industry parties as a C-list celebrity.

I was working with one writer who was addicted

to watching round-the-clock courtroom coverage.

I had to constantly remind her of our deadlines, and to turn off the TV.
On a different project, the writer named the local hang out
Judge Ito's Side Bar & Grill.

Early on a cool Monday morning, notepads left in the conference room, 

we gathered in my boss' office to hear the verdict.

Palpable anxiety in a still room. 

The Rodney King riots lingered in the city's psyche.

Would people take to the streets if they didn't like the outcome?

The foreman stumbled over OJ's name.

Not guilty.

Not guilty?

I felt disheartened, shocked.

I had just watched someone get away with murder.

The case underscored something I was witnessing in Hollywood:

celebrity was the ultimate commodity.

It was a harsh awakening.

Time Marches On