Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Matchy Matchy

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My relatives are meeting up this week for a gigantic family reunion.  I received an email from my Aunt Gayle that said the following:

Hello! Just a reminder that Friday we are taking a big photo of the family.  Everyone is to wear a white shirt and blue jeans.  No exceptions.  See you soon!

Guess who WILL NOT be wearing a white shirt and blue jeans!  WTH!  Everyone in the same outfit?!?!?!??!  HELLO CULT MEMBERS!!!!!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Shut up and read


as seen here

Are you a fan of Rollins? I have always found him interesting (his music -- eeeee, not so much). He is opinionated. Angry. Involved. Aware. Connected. Thoughtful. Thought-provoking.  Passionate.  Informed.  Obsessed.  Entertaining.  Humble.  Hilarious.  Etcetera!  And, truth be told/not that it matters, his looks don't hurt!  He writes a column for the LA Weekly that I always enjoy reading.  This is something that he wrote recently:

The opportunity to write for the L.A. Weekly has been one of the better breaks that has come my way in a long time.

This job, cool as it is, comes with challenges. I am loath to disappoint and do not want to deliver work that is below par or past deadline. It is that latter detail that keeps things brisk. I am often on the road, on location or in some other low-on-sleep/high-on-obligation environment. From backstage areas, various modes of transport and hotel rooms, I do my best to hand in my humble contribution not only on time but, whenever possible, early. Putting the punk in punctual, if you will.

Like anyone else, some days, I just don't have it. I have burned more hours than I would like to admit in slow agony, ransacking my brain for an idea to write about as the deadline, the Damoclean sword over my head, increasingly tests the strength of the single horsehair that suspends it. Once the idea miraculously arrives, the words come pretty quickly. The first draft is handwritten and then, often moments later, is rewritten into a computer for the second draft and worked on from there. When I am off the road, this is often my big Friday night out.

But what I most wished to talk about here is you.

The reason for putting myself through this weekly wringer is knowing that you might pick up a copy of LA Weekly and read this small contribution. More than that, I hope that you might even like it. I am not one of those "I don't care what you think about what I do" types. I would much rather you like what I do than not like it or not care. "I am desperate for your attention and approval!" is what I have been saying to audiences all over the world from the stage for many years. They laugh, but I am not joking.

I try to write this weekly piece as an ongoing conversation. Any editor worth his weight in salt might call this rambling! However, my attempt is to make a genuine connection with you and Los Angeles. This is why, whenever possible, I try to reference L.A. localities, venues, intersections, etc. As much of a stucco-coated sprawl as L.A. is, I am trying to pull it all in a little closer somehow. That which separates us is, for the most part, a scam. Isolation is not necessarily safety, and stagnation definitely isn't stability.

When I go to shows or to the grocery store, etc., and meet cool people I share this city with, I know that it is this interaction, this breakdown of barriers, that is precisely the ass-kicking that fear so sorely requires. When someone tells me they dug the thing I wrote, I absolutely beam. That I did something that you liked is so cool. This is the main motivation for the 1,000-word-a-week jam session I send in to the editor.

I have been living in Los Angeles for more than 30 years. I never really felt it was a place to call home, just a place to work, leave and return to without any emotional tie. I chalked that up to the place being an artificially hydrated, baked patch of earth, full of fly-by-nighters. But I realized I was one of the aforementioned, and the only way to improve my evaluation of the place was to contribute.

Writing for the LA Weekly has furthered that effort. I have the publication and you to thank for that.

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Friday, June 21, 2013

Think, Talk, Question

This made me laugh.  The LA Times Think Talk Question box couldn't have been placed at a more appropriate location!

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Thursday, June 20, 2013

The Bling Sofa

Hey! For only $4,950 you can purchase this extremely uncomfortable looking hand-forged bronze BLING sofa! YAY!  I wonder if it comes with cast iron pillows?

Bling Sofa

available here

- as seen in Modern Magazine -

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Fettuccine with Pistachio-Mint Pesto and Tomatoes

pic found here

YUM!!! I made this on Sunday and LOVED IT!

Fettuccine with Pistachio-Mint Pesto and Tomatoes


1/2 cup fresh mint leaves
1/2 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley leaves
1/4 cup plus 4 teaspoons unsalted, shelled dry-roasted pistachios, divided
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
5/8 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 large garlic clove
1 (9-ounce) package refrigerated fettuccine
12 cherry tomatoes, halved
1 ounce fresh pecorino Romano cheese, shaved (about 1/4 cup)


1. Combine mint leaves, parsley leaves, 1/4 cup pistachios, olive oil, kosher salt, ground black pepper, and garlic in a mini food processor; pulse mixture until coarsely chopped.
2. Cook fettuccine according to the package directions, omitting salt and fat. Drain fettuccine over a bowl, reserving 1/4 cup of the cooking liquid. Combine pesto mixture and reserved cooking liquid in a large bowl, stirring with a whisk. Add pasta to bowl; toss well to coat. Gently fold in cherry tomatoes. Coarsely chop remaining 4 teaspoons pistachios. Top pasta evenly with pecorino Romano cheese and chopped pistachios.

TIPS: Buy pre-shelled pistachios if possible -- Trader Joe's carries them. Prone to EXCESS, I used more tomatoes (and I used organic baby heirloom tomatoes), more garlic, and more pistachios than the recipe called for. I also used more of the "cooking liquid" than the recipe called for -- just so the pesto would be thinner and more evenly distributed over the pasta.

Recipe found here

Monday, June 17, 2013

Connect the Dots


Late last week the boyfriend went to the emergency room with worrisome pains.  After running tests they discovered that he had a massive kidney stone.  The ER he was at transported him by ambulance to another hospital -- a hospital in East LA that accepted his insurance and was willing/able to perform the procedure he needed.

I am not sure about you, but my mind is always making associations.  My experience with emergency rooms has never been pleasant (lol -- who has a pleasant ER experience?!).  Similarly, my experience with hospitals has mostly been unpleasant and involuntarily triggers unhappy memories of seeing loved ones -- both those that made it and those that didn't -- when they were at their worst.  To make matters even more worrisome, the words "EAST LA" are NEVER not typically associated with the highest quality of ANYTHING, except maybe Mexican food medical care.  Needless to say, all of these past associations combined with my overall worrywart disposition filled me with d-r-e-a-d.  But I kept these thoughts to myself.  

The boyfriend described the procedure (UGH -- I'll spare you that description!!!!) he was going to have, and assured me that it wasn't considered surgery.  That provided some relief to me, but he mentioned that he would have to be put under anesthesia for this particular procedure.  That triggered a horrible memory from the past -- someone I knew went in for knee surgery, and he died on the operating table.  Turns out this man had an enlarged heart that nobody knew about, and it complicated his surgery, resulting in his death.  Needless to say, the thought of any kind of surgery (or "procedure" that requires anesthesia) pretty much freaks me out.  That probably sounds irrational, but I (we?) tend to make associations with our personal experiences in life, whether they are rational/likely to happen or not. 

So...anyway...all sorts of anxieties were coursing through my brain waiting for this stupid procedure to happen. But these are things I kept to myself, because AFTER ALL, the patient is the one that is really experiencing the worst of it, and they don't need to spend their time reassuring everyone and their grandma that things will be fine!!!!!!  The procedure was supposed to take place Friday morning, it was then rescheduled for Friday afternoon, and then they had to postpone the procedure until Saturday morning.  UGH!!!!!  All of that waiting!  NO FUN!!!!!

The boyfriend asked me to be at the hospital on Saturday at 2pm, thinking he would most likely be ready for visitors by then.  So I drove out to East LA early Saturday afternoon, and found the hospital, and nervously made my way inside.  The receptionist told me where to go and I made my way to his room, room 310.  I went in the room and nobody was there.  The bed was made.  It was empty.  Silent.  N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Zip. Zero. No belongings.  No nothing.  NOTHING.  PANIC -- you know that feeling where you can't breathe and you feel like you are drowning, crumbling, imploding, exploding, dying -- FLOODED INTO ME.  I tried to calm down and found a nurse and asked her to re-check which room he was in.  310 was the right room.  So I went back to room 310 and just sat there wondering when someone would confirm the worst. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. About 10 minutes later the boyfriend's mom arrived and assured me the procedure went well, and that he was fine and would be moved back to his room shortly.  OMFG.  Blargh!!!!!  Chalk this up to another stupid and horrifying experience at a hospital (apparently I am MADE for these kinds of things!).  

Bottom line, he was released from the hospital yesterday, and I think he is going to be ok.  All in all a very, very unpleasant experience, but it appears the patient will live.  :]

Side note: Sorry that I prejudged you, East Los Angeles Doctors Hospital. Your hospital was IMMACULATE and well-staffed. Kudos on a job well done. :]

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Adonna Khare

Adonna Khare brings a charming and magical animal kingdom to life through her incredibly detailed drawings.

Adonna Khare, B-Large-Lion1

Adonna Khare, Ram_Khare

Adonna Khare, alligator

Adonna Khare, Two Mallards, 2011

Adonna Khare, The Screaming Bear, 2013

Adonna Khare, Tarantula, 2011

Adonna Khare, Alpaca_Khare

Adonna Khare, The Chimp and the Whirlpool, 2013

Adonna Khare, Swan, 2011

Adonna Khare, Polar Bears, 2013

Adonna Khare, Rhino with Fork, 2013

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Adonna Khare, Polar Bear with Butterflies, 2013

Adonna Khare, liontiger

Adonna Khare, Play with Scissors, 2013

Adonna Khare, Parrot and Sailboat, 2013

Adonna Khare, Pear Snails, 2013

Adonna Khare, liontreehouse_sm

Adonna Khare, Goldfish and Balloons, 2013

Adonna Khare, Kudu and Two Chimps, 2013

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Adonna Khare, In the Clouds

Adonna Khare, grasshopper_sm

Adonna Khare, Hyena, 2011

Adonna Khare, Hummingbird Windmill, 2011

Adonna Khare, frogchimp_sm

Adonna Khare, Flamingo with Legs, 2013

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Adonna Khare, dogtower_sm

Adonna Khare, Bunny with Bees, 2013

Adonna Khare, Crying Warthog, 2011

Adonna Khare, Bunny with Tornadoes, 2013

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Adonna Khare_greatauk_light_sm

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From the artist:

Raised in a small town in Iowa, I've been drawing my family and animals since I was three. I create using the pencil, the eraser and a sock as my tools. The drawings are not pre-planned rather they evolve through my experiences with people and the absurdities of life. The result is a group of drawings where the animals coexist in a world beyond ours, and are inexplicably tied together, often not by choice. Through the work I hope to inspire adults and children to allow their imaginations to envelop them into a world other than their own. Within the work are hundreds of vignette’s, featuring creatures juxtaposed with ordinary events. Viewers are encouraged to spend time discovering the work as it unfolds foot by foot story by story.

If you are in the Los Angeles area and would like to see Adonna Khare's drawings in person, many can be seen at the Lora Schlesinger Gallery at Bergamot Station, Santa Monica, CA

text above found here; images found here and here