May 15, 2008
WIZARD OF US
Can anyone recommend what is the good thriftstore in the LA/Glendale/Pasadena area to get glass bakeware and such? If anyone knows a spot, do holler.
May 14, 2008
STEELBACKS
I made this banner over summer ('member) and shipped it off to LA and now I am sleeping in the room where it hung. It's now draped over a pile of modern art in a room of piles here in the treehouse, which is half empty since Cali moved on to his new spot with the high laquered floor and matching doggie paintings. The friendship banner is actually draped all over my whole little currently of Los Angeles life. Providing rides and blankets and temporary mailing addresses and encouraging text messages and places to crash and people who ask how I'm doing and don't flinch a bit when I tell them. I even got a private viewing of the Hamburger Eyeses show Cali's got up over at his gallery, and for a few minutes my thoughts were on art rather than mortality. Meanwhile, my friends in Chicago are not to be overlooked, as they've packed and fed exed me a suitcase full of my goods, renewed my tags and taken my car in for emissions, returned all 12 books I had out from the library and picked up a 25 lb bag of perscription catfood and doled it out 3x a day. I'm stunned by their generosity.
May 11, 2008
VEERED
Last night, I ran into seven people I knew from high school. Minneapolis relocated to LA and no one told me. Strangely, I have more friends in this city than anywhere, than home even. Luckily.
My dad is getting a little better everyday. Keep praying for him please.
May 09, 2008
MAJE GRATITUDE FOLLOWD BY NAPZ
He's getting a little bit better everyday. More prayers please.
And my friends are taking care of me and my mom. And my heart breaks open with love and gratitude from the kindness.
My mom's day outside of the hospital was eventful, she saw a three foot long squirrel and Devendra Banhart said hi to her at the coffee place Arlie described to us as "the center of the hipster douchebag universe". My mom repeated this phrase to me this morning, verbatim, since she doesn't know the coffee shop's name.
I forgot to bring sweaters or long sleeves, and all my friends here are dude-sized dudes, so I'm ushering in a new look, swimming in their borrowed clothes; kind of maternity cholita hipster.
May 07, 2008
SNAPSHOT
On a break from the hospital, we are hanging tough at DS's while he goes to Turkey. My mom is reading through the pile of transgressive culture magazines next to his bed. She is reading me the review of the Tapes N' Tapes album in a recent Vice, "This band's career is a figment of Pitchfork's imagination." I think she likes Tapes n' Tapes, but she finds this is very funny.
There is not much to say or write; if I think or talk much about whats going on I start to cry. Hospitals are a nether world. So is LA.
I will be here for a while.
FROM LA, A FAVOR
Prayer request: for my dad, in the hospital. If you don't do prayer, just vibes out to the universe real hard. Please and thank you.
May 04, 2008
IN N' OUT OF GRACE
Joan Hiller, pictured above pouring cream into her Celine Dion mug, will exhibit new work at the new artspace called Medicine Park. The exhibit opens May 16th. Here in Chicago.
May 02, 2008
CONTINENTAL DRIFT
For tomorrow, this looks like a good reason to be indoors--Jonathan Rosenbaum discusses modernist classic Last Year at Marienbad at 2 screenings at the Music Box.
May 01, 2008
HE HIT ME AND IT FELT LIKE A KISS
I didn't know, until this morning, that in the mid-eighties, while Lou Reed was regaining his cool cache by releasing Mistrial and New York, Moe Tucker was a single mother of five, working at a Wal-Mart in Georgia. Women in rock factoids are bleak, except when they aren't. It's always:She didn't hit number one until after she was dead and the singers were always married to a guy prone to pistol-whipping them and they never owned their publishing rights. Darlene Love wound up cleaning houses for a living and when her songs would come on the radio she'd break down and cry. Poly Styrene is a krishna and now believes that feminism is a patriarchal plot to get women to be easy. Fucking-A.
Secondly, does anyone have an MP3 handy of Rhoda Dakar's solo single "The Boiler"--1981, came out on 2-Tone, she sang in Bodysnatchers? Holler 'pon me if you do. I need it.
MISSED THAT ONE
Kitty Empire's Guardian post from last month; why aren't there female producers? she asks.
AIDE-DE-CAMP
The week is nearly through, but it is National Volunteer Week; if you are interested, the metro-Chicago DAV hospital, Jesse Brown, needs volunteers to visit with veterans between 8-4 weekdays, in case you have some free time and want to play cards or read to someone. The next volunteer orientation is the 15th. Call Marie at 312-569-6109 to hook it up.