Post Notes

In the last week or so I have had the urge to write, but not necessarily the time or brain-space to do so. Excuses, but here are my notes:

Tar Pits/Koons:

I had the afternoon to myself and needed to get out of the house and into the sunshine so I drove down to Miracle Mile on Wilshire and the La Brea tar pits. I found: that the Mother mammoth stuck in the tar is actually on pulley system, moving just a foot or two--maybe to keep from getting stuck?; that the lake has inches, maybe feet, of water on top of the tar but the oil swirls aren't as pretty as ones you find in the parking lot after it rains; classes of school children out on field trip giving the older guitar/banjo/mandolin busker their field-trip-change and dancing steps to the Appalachian music; a little boy with curly black hair "rolling" down the museum's hill of grass next to me, propelling himself over and this way and around in whatever form came natural to him, no matter how contorted he kept on going.

I was wandering, not lost but without purpose, and found myself next store at the outdoor installations at the LACMA and face-to-face with another work of Jeff Koons, Tulips. I chatted briefly with a woman from out-of-town about the ability to make metal looks like balloons, and laughed to myself that this was the 3rd time I'd seen Koons' massive sculptures: once in Berlin (Balloon Flower), multiple pieces in Venice (including a balloon dog and a hanging heart) and now here in LA. I walked around it, then went home.

Dust Settling:

Aside from Grace sustaining her injury to her right rear bumper, she was filthy to boot. In the back parking lot of our Mariposa apartment building, Julia and I washed our cars—using wastebaskets filled with our kitchen water, old t-shirts and soap. The next day I went to my car to drive to work and there was a think layer of dust covering Grace. I wanted to take it as a sign that the dust of everything was settling, calming down, but really it just makes me worry about what is in my lungs. And getting to work was all I really need to worry about.

Photographs Don’t Lie:

Again right before work, I took a few photographs of myself, all dolled up and looking fabulous—the hostess with the “mostess”. I was smiling, but the instant gratification wasn’t so gratifying—you can’t fool a camera; it’s all in the eyes.

I’ve lost track of what this blog is about.