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Westwood Ugly

Maybe it's because of those images of a newly sprouted neighborhood from the 1920's, I always think of Westwood Village as somewhat charming or refined. But in reality it is a rather ugly collection of overpriced crap, extortion deli's, and - wether it be a bank or a cafe - typically bad service. Westwood Village is caught in a downward spiral of lousy property maintenance and ill-conceived development. So I am starting a new photo album of all the ugly crap I see everyday in Westwood. So now you can laugh and cry along with me.

Maureen Dowd, Just Go, Go, Go!

Maureen Dowd continued her screeching, downward spiral into total crap writing today with her Wilting Over Waffles column in the New York Times. Would somebody please give this woman a long holiday? Maybe then she could write something interesting and less shrill.

“The time has come. The time has come. The time is now. Just go. ... I don’t care how. You can go by foot. You can go by cow. Maureen Dowd, will you please go now! You can go on skates. You can go on skis. ... You can go in an old blue shoe.

Just go, go, GO!”

Yes, Peter Is Good For You

and Yes, Peter has officially graduated from Art Center! I worked my way through gallery shows Friday night, and made it to Pasadena just-in-time to see Peter's grad show. Afterwards, we celebrated until the bar shut down- extremely early, btw. Just like Peter, his show was all lean muscle with a healthy dose of humor.

Four Letter Word

I hit the opening weekend of Four Letter Word and chatted with director Casper Andreas. When we first met in Park City back in January I was struck by his clear understanding of what it is he is doing. I remain impressed that he has made two very low budget features that have made it into theaters and into pop gay consciousness with seeming ease. His new film got a warm response by the audience, and I found myself mostly agreeing with the New York Times review. Sadly, I missed the after party at Here.

Long Arm of the Claw

Japan has been heavy on my mind and thoughts of booking my return sent me surfing pix of past trips. Beware the grabbing hands of sweet memories.

Which Way (from) LA?

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Sparkle, Body, Sparkle!

Discovered during one of those late night walks, when Crano drug me into a 7/11 on Westwood Blvd. The Vanilla Sparkle Body Spray seems poised to start some serious trouble. Sparkle, Body, Sparkle!

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Delux Tux Park

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(you can be) free in your room

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Does Not Listen

Or maybe he couldn't read the sign? Even with those fine Fiction frames? Brian & I performed community service on last Friday - first we returned the gear from his shoot to Indie Rentals where I salivated from a polite distance over the many Red cameras on sticks. After a starch-pack lunch at Doughboys down the street (can anyone say double mileage points?) we went all the way to UCI to pack up & pick up a chroma screen and swap it with the vendor in Burbank. Which meant we were stuck in Burbank on Friday night at peak traffic. So, yes we killed time at the Empire Center Target, misc food courts crap, and then eventually Brian's nose led us on to the Krispy Kreme. Despite the sign by the driveway, we entered and eventually regretted it.