Monday, March 31, 2014

Opening Day

Take Me Out to the Ball Game from '98 if my memory holds true.


Sunday, March 30, 2014

Martini Time

Morning hike Paseo Miramar. Queen's breakfast at Ye Olde King's Head. Kentucky pulls out victory versus Michigan in elite 8. Cooked spring sunday dinner surf & turf.  Dark chocolate, strawberries, and almonds for dessert.

Keep the gin martini's rolling. A few olives. Two martini strong.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Lin's

Hot & Sour soup. And a fortune...

":) You love life very much. :)"

Friday, March 28, 2014

To Duncan

I searched this long to find you, and I'm not gonna let go now.


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Taking a late-night walk I woke up from a half-sleep dream crosseyed. frantic. i couldn't correct it.

You Stand By Me

When I'm in trouble, you stand by me
When I see double, you stand by me
You take my side, against those who lied
You take my side, gimme back my pride

When I been losing, you stand by me
When I been boozin', you stand by me
You take my side, against those who lied
You take my side, gimme back my pride

I suppose I could make it all my own
I know I'd arrive all skin and all bone
You carried me, carried me, carried me
You carried me home

When I'm crying
You stand by me
When I am dying
You stand by me.


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Monday, March 24, 2014

True Detective (Finale)

Finished it late night. Overall, it is good television. Eight hours of story telling.  Flaws, oh yes. But also grandness (though ambitions fall short) and haunting, lasting images.

These guys from The Atlantic wrap it all up -- the good and the bad.

True Detective: 2666 is up next.

Farewell Transmission

The whole place is dark
Every light on this side of the town
Suddenly it all went down
Now we'll all be brothers of...
The fossil fire of the sun
Now we will all be sisters of...
The fossil blood of the moon

Someone must have set 'em up
Now they'll be working in the cold, grey rock
Now they'll be working in the hot mill steam
Now they'll be working in the concrete.
In the sirens and the silences now
All the great, set-up hearts
All at once, start to beat.

After tonight, if you don't want this to be
A secret out of the past
I will resurrect it
I'll have a good go at it
I'll streak his blood across my beak
Dust my feathers with his ash
Feel his ghost breathing down my back

I will try
And know whatever I try
I will be gone, but not forever

I will try
And know whatever I try
I will be gone, but not forever
 
The real truth about it is
No one gets it right
The real truth about it is
We're all supposed to try

There ain't no end to the sands I been trying to cross
The real truth about it is
My kind of life's no better off
If it's got the map, or if it's lost

We will try
And know whatever we try
We will be gone, but not forever
Come on, let's try
And know whatever we try
We will be gone, but not forever

The real truth about it is
There ain't no end to the desert I'll cross
I've really known it all along
Mama, here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws
Must be the big star about to fall

Long, dark blues
The will-o'-the-wisp
 
Long, dark blues
The big star is falling
 
Long, dark blues
Through the static and distance
 
Long, dark blues
A farewell transmission
 
Long, dark blues
Listen...
 
Jason Molina died on March 16, 2013, in Indianapolis as a result of alcohol abuse-related organ failure. He was 39 
 
Henry Owings, a friend of the musician, published an article on his online music magazine Chunklet  that said Molina had struggled with alcoholism for most of the decade leading up to his death. Owings also wrote that Molina had "cashed out on Saturday night in Indianapolis with nothing but a cell phone in his pocket with only his grandmother’s number on it."
 
Molina was married to Darcie Schoenman Molina. They were estranged at the time of his death, and the couple had no children.

 

E. Hemingway

Hemingway was raised in Oak Park, Illinois. After high school he reported for a few months for The Kansas City Star, before leaving for the Italian front  to enlist with the World War I ambulance drivers. In 1918, he was seriously wounded and returned home. His wartime experiences formed the basis for his novel A Farewell to Arms.

In 1921, he married Hadley Richardson, the first of his four wives. The couple moved to Paris, where he worked as a foreign correspondent and fell under the influence of the modernist writers and artists of the 1920s "Lost Generation" expatriate community. The Sun Also Rises was published in 1926.

After his 1927 divorce from Hadley Richardson, Hemingway married Pauline Pfeiffer; they divorced after he returned from the Spanish Civil War where he had been a journalist, and after which he wrote For Whom the Bell Tolls.

Martha Gellhorn became his third wife in 1940; they separated when he met Mary Welsh in London during World War II. He was present at the Normandy Landings and the liberation of Paris.

Shortly after the publication of The Old Man and the Sea in 1952, Hemingway went on safari to Africa, where he was almost killed in two successive plane crashes that left him in pain or ill health for much of the rest of his life.

Hemingway had permanent residences in Key West, Florida (1930s) and Cuba (1940s and 1950s), and in 1959, he bought a house in Ketchum, Idaho, where he committed suicide in the summer of 1961.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Hoosiers

It's March. Back in Indiana the film is a seasonal rite. Tonight it was clear that the film is all about second chances. Characters all having another chance to make right.

Then Goodfellas was playing on IFC. First time in a long while. Still know it by heart. But on this viewing my eyes saw anew that Henry & Karen have the only lasting, unconditional relationship in the film. Money, greed, paranoia,  tears apart every friendship offered. Betrayal and violence. There's no trust. No safety. Except for Henry & Karen who remain in good times and bad.

Swingers was a brief nightcap. I didn't fall in love with the film until living in Los Angeles.

All Tarantino does is rip off Scorsese.

NCAA Day 3 (Saturday)

One of the most profitable days I've had betting on the tournament ever. 

Yet I feel like I lost.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Now Playing at the Nuart

Now Playing at the Nuart Nuart Note: Nymphomaniac  contains graphic depictions of sexuality to a degree unprecedented in a mainstream featured film. NO ONE UNDER 18 WILL BE ADMITTED.

Saturday Morning


NCAA Day 2 (Friday)

A long day. Duke loses early to Mercer. Oklahoma State loses to Gonzaga. UCLA beats Tulsa in the late game. When all is said and done -- not quite break even.

Friday Night

As I go to bed, I can't keep from shivering.


Wednesday, March 12, 2014


Sawtelle

My favorite lunch in Los Angeles.

Tsujita. A bowl of ramen in which you dip the cold noodles into the hearty broth. hard boiled egg. pork.
I venture to try other ramen places, but once I'm done I just think -- I should've stuck with Tsujita. A few dollars pricey but worth it. They know it.

Then top it off with a cream-filled pastry from Beard Papa. It's crack.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Sunshine

Back in Santa Monica. Beautiful morning. Go run ("bathtub gin").
Power breakfast chicken breast/egg whites. pharmacy. shell station. car wash.