been out of the house since 8 a.m. two surf sessions in malibu, babysitting a 2 yr. old on the beach, fish taco lunch. just returned.
a double sonic boom is heard over malibu. we learn from friends that it was also heard in highland park. what caused it?
just catching up on sonic boom updates. thank you all for responding. amazing shuttle endeavor. feel very privileged to have witnessed it.
awakened. preparing to car to head north. surf racks mounted. boards lined up.
lazy californians, your five and dimes and newsstands don’t open before 8 a.m. on a sunday morning? want my sunday new york times!
some are disqualified from karaoke events, others put on probation. due to narcolepsy, we withdrew from tonight’s karaoke fest.
the dane, jörn utzon, died today. farvel, gammel ven. he had a good run. thanks for the amazing gifts.
i’ve found a sunny spot with a cool afternoon breeze, where upon i can indulge in an afternoon nap.
with a pocketful of pistachioes, we make our way along the back-alleyesque valencia court, on our way to burrito rendez-vous .
oh the cameo appearances extend into the early morning hours. it was fun, it was. homewards the retreat is hastily cut. good night.
off to the birthday celebration at the viceroy we go, for a quick and leisurely cameo appearance by the poolside cabana.
the sounds of circling police helicopters over venice makes my blood boil. my least favourite aspect of life in l.a. wish it were different.
southeast of downtown los angeles, in the hidden valleys of wrought iron gated suburbia, christmas tree lights go up like clockwork.
we slept in sir laurence olivier’s bed (it’s true) and now we awake by the ocean. such a sight, such majesty from these heights.
seated by an outdoor fireplace. sound of waves landing on the beach below, reflections of planets & stars on the surface of the sea.
slowly migrating north on the PCH, making our to the oceanside dining festivities in malibu.
sauteeing shallots, white onions & apples. joy!
return home after a warm and relaxing dinner with friends on main street, venice. the news in mumbai is quite astonishing and sad.
the news coming out of mumbai right now is fucking insane. what a world we live in. “live not in fear of death. live in gratitude.”
the estrada is back in venice. peace of mind is restored. and then we bumped into @objetsmart. all is well.
i hate hate HATE driving in LA. awful traffic en route to LAX to pick up adriana.
…which means that after losing iceland in 1944, we danes must now face the inevitable loss of greenland. 400 yr. losing streak continues.
well, guess @björk is happy, since she’s been hollering about greenland vs. denmark for so long. damn innuits! ; ) http://tinyurl.com/6nkpwh
during a dramatic morning reshuffling of the cabinet, i’ve had to relegate a shirt into the “clothes for when i’m thinner” section.
the warm rain at night is truly lovely.
finally an opportunity to use my umbrella in los angeles!
just made my first purchase at 20x200. yay!
if you don’t speak german, then this is very funny: http://tinyurl.com/5ec6kz if you do speak german, well, turn off volume while watching.
the sky begins to bruise, the winds gather strength. the storm approaches and we must soon take shelter or be forced to camp!
thank you, friends, for the very good advice that you have shared with me over the last 18 hours. grateful, i am, to benefit from this.
in today’s press conference, obama quips “that’s what i’m talking about!” sounding just like stoner ron slater from dazed & confused.
many of my friends in northern europe report waking up to a fresh layer of snow…. how nice. still happy to be in southern california, tho.
it’s officially monday morning. i’ve already broken the french coffee press & stumbled to a near death defying fall over the doorstep.
shared a very gratifying, exceptionally well-prepared meal on the east side at canele in atwater village. oh i enjoyed it so.
amazing mountain bike ride, through sullivan canyon and mandeville canyon. legs burning. feels good.
oh death, where is thy sting? headache? i has it.
strenuous mountain bike ride cures all hang-overs.
we danced tonight, celebrating 2 birthdays, an engagement and a luscious lasagna. thank you, los angeles. it begins to feel like home.
i miss the snow.
i’ve awakened in a sea of indecision. where’s my boat? no boat. where’s my lifevest? what, no lifevest? ah shit, i have to swim.
poetry is no place for a heart that’s a whore
not his greatest work… but it will do.
i think this puts me in the lower east village, winter mornings, sometime around 1992. terrible to go back that far.
friday begot saturday