New Venice hipster resto du jour, Gjelina on Abbot Kinney is aesthetically pleasing. The small-portioned platters are pretty tasty, however the atmosphere and service needs a little work. I'm hoping the problems can be blamed on their only having recently opened. But the hood rats tell me they've all had similar if not worse experiences. I'm not totally giving up yet on one of the nicest places on the block. Will report back again later.
Surrounded by young Hollywood, I watched the greatest band alive, Radiohead, deliver an electrifying concert to an overly enthusiastic crowd of thousands. The outdoor coliseum, tasty ear candy and stunning John Maeda'esque visuals perfectly set the tone of the show. No review will ever describe a live Radiohead performance properly, so count yourself one of the lucky ones if you catch the band in real life.
Because Michelle and I will compete in the most random things, at anytime, we decided to bust out Asian Squat Contest. She told me Souther is the reigning champion clocking in at one hour+. That's incredible. I was feeling the burn after six minutes! Which was about the time that Ori gave up. I didn't last much longer. Michelle totally took home gold on this one.
I've been working on an Olympics of sorts with games like this. Please let me know if you have a good contest to share. We've already got "Standing on One Leg Longest", "Asian Squat Sumo Wrestling", "No Hands Eating Contest" and there is an unnamed secret tie-breaker game, only for when it's necessary. If you're interested in sponsoring this Olympics, let me know (we've got a few sets to build and a few trophies to buy), thanks!
Me jumping on the far left with my siblings and classmates at a Science Fair.
I recently got into an argument with a friend-of-a-friend a couple of weeks ago because she announced to our barbecue group that she was going to leash her child when her infant daughter was old enough to walk. The mom had received a baby backpack as a gift from very adoring and paranoid family. You know, the backpack leash? Yeah... that. Anyway, this new mother was adamant that it was a good idea, especially in "today's world". After a civil but heated short discussion, I felt without having my own child to use as an example, there was no use arguing with a woman who lives with that kind of fear. I was angry inside. But I let it go. Or at least I tried. But then I realized, I couldn't.
I'm all about kids running around, experimenting, and getting hurt and learning from it. Maybe, a reality check or a small dose of survival of the fittest? Enough coddling. Enough of this arrested development, already. We all need a little trauma to help us grow as people! Since my debate with the leash-advocate, I've asked nearly all my friends with spawn if they let their kids play outside, alone or with friends in a yard or on the streets. All of my peers said, yes. Which admittedly, made me feel better.
I grew up in Arlington, Virginia with a forest as my back yard. I spent a lot of time with my neighbors and siblings running through the woods and digging waterfalls on the hills. We endlessly explored the creek that ran behind our yard and rode our bikes around town like the posse in E.T. We learned to play outdoors and got into some good clean fun/trouble. Along with the one hour of Physical Education and one hour of recess I received at school, my parents expected us kids to go outside and play from the minute we arrived home, up until dinner time. That's about six hours of physical exercise daily before we sat down to eat (you can now stop wondering why kids today are overweight/obese). And we did all this exploring and dreaming before we even started our homework.
Have you ever purged your deepest (and darkest) secrets into a diary? Where are those books now? Locked up or burnt, I hope. Should you ever wanted to recap your overly dramatic youth, no need to dig for your diaries if Mortified is performing in a city near you. Selected storytellers read their most intimate and equally hilarious passages. They spill the beans on life as a young adult sharing with us, what we already know. The result is total mortification by the content and utter embarrassment for the "performer". It's laugh-aloud funny and brilliant! And you thought you were strange.
Opening Reception Saturday, August 23, 2008 from 7 to 10pm
On View August 23 until September 2, 2008
Corey Helford Gallery is proud to present “The Sweetest Thing”, a solo exhibition of new works by Los Angeles street artist Buff Monster. Returning to the Gallery for his second solo show, Buff Monster’s “Pepto-pink” palette bursts into action with a kaleidoscope of geometric patterns, kaiju-inspired characters, and kanji translations of Buff Monsterism’s such as Lick It Up and Extra Creamy. Inspired by Japanese fine art, pop culture, and anime, Buff Monster paints his trademark imagery in Superflat style, blending pink, black, and metallic silver shapes into an array of squirting scenes. Moving in a more technical direction, the series of paintings will be executed on custom birch panels in an assortment of sizes. A new limited-edition signed and numbered serigraph will be released on opening night. Open to the public, the reception for “The Sweetest Thing” will take place on Saturday, August 23 from 7 to 10pm and will be on view until September 2, 2008.