Leaving L.A. all of a sudden

We decided to leave a day early-- so long till August 5. I may be able to post but it's strictly dial-up, so don't count on it. We're taking the I-15 to I-70, which is right by the Milford Flats fire in Utah. This picture is from the same area burning on our trip two years ago.

We're going to Southwest Colorado, near Placerville, 9,000 feet up.

Looking for old stomping grounds

Click to play!
Linda Davick created these lovely characters: Whinsey and me, and I popped them into my google search of Snazelle Films. I like this improvised Flash way of blogging, though it's not as quick and easy as typing, trust me!

1998 Promo still on line- yikes

After discovering the street views google maps now offer, I took a stroll down memory lane to 155 Fell St., where Snazelle Films used to be. It looked so different that I did a search on google images for an image of the place. I couldn't find one, but along the way I discovered that awn still has a ten year old set of gifs I did to promote the vhs cassettes I was selling through them and my early Charbucks story, all told as gifs.

Anyway, I pulled the images into Flash and more or less rebuilt it because it's too hot to do anything outside. Click on the image to see it-- there's a delayed music track too.

Linda D made this for me!

Click on the sky to see! (Relates to my saucer document below) What a wondrous thing! Thanks, Linda!

fun on mars

I just put fun on mars up on youtube. It's not that it was such a signifigant film, but when I first started using the internet I chose it as my email address, then my whole site name. At one time I bought "makemepsychic.com" as a saved internet address thinking it was sheer brilliance and downright psychic of me. It's available again...

I took three courses at the San Francisco Art Institute in 1971. I had graduated from Smith early. One course was taught by Larry Jordan, who made lovely fantasy animation from old cut-outs, and he was a very fine teacher. In lithography the teacher was Victor Moscoso, and he was very involved with his own Zap comix celebrity and possibly a drug of choice. A poor teacher. Also took a class with Lenny Lipton, who actually wrote "Puff the Magic Dragon" and let students smoke dope in class. (I didn't-- I was appalled-- near innocent) A far far distance from Smith College in Northampton.

Saucer sighting day I was born! And only a hundred miles or so away!

Info from this great site: www.footnote.com --mind boggling for anyone interested in U.S. history. You can access documents from the 17th century.

made me laugh

Nice to be home again... can't seem to post titles in the blog tonight... who cares... heard so many details of other peoples' lives at the airport... like: "are the POlice still there?" "yer sure?", "that was the right thing to say, thas good." "and they're not coming back?" "I love ya baby." (paraphrased alas)

I had a nice visit with my mother. We laughed a lot, and I helped her get her banking set up within her main building. The gorgeous old bank where she used to take her deposits closed unexpectedly. It had marble floors and columns, and classic teller cages. The signs on the door that said closed looked like they were written by someone in junior high. I felt as if I'd stepped into the Depression for a beat and a half.

On the 4th of July we drove up to the hometown of Chatham. We were trying to get to the next town in Madison, to visit my nephew John, whom we love very much. He's married with a baby, and suffering the strains of a massive remodel to the house he grew up in. My sister died in 1992.

When we got off the highway at the Chatham exit, there was a police car blocking the entrance to Chatham. With my mother in the car, I really felt as if I was in a dream. Chatham still goes ape for the 4th, which is why he was blocking the bridge, and I managed to get quite lost in the detour, which I don't like at all. I love maps, and have a decent sense of direction, so the google/mapquest recipe style of navigation makes me unhappy. If anything blocks your way, you're toast.

But not to blather on. (yeah, right.) The Philadelphia airport is a cruel place.

• I stand in a very long line (20+ minutes) for the identity/off with your shoes supervision. A young woman looks at my ticket and my driver's license. "Who's Sarah?" "That's me- Sally is the nickname for Sarah. It's like James and Jim. I can show you on my credit card." "Credit cards mean nothing to me." I say, "It's in the dictionary--" OOH BAD THING TO SAY, she gives me a snakey look and says, "Careful, it's been a long day. I'm sending you downstairs." "yes, mam, thank you," says me the lowly worm.

Down escalator not working so I heave down the stairs with my luggage, eventually get the boarding pass. On Southwest. I'm now in group C.

• Now I'm ready to take my shoes off. I wear no metal at all so usually cruise through this part. But the Matron of the Machine stops the belt and looks closely at the screen. Nobody's moving. Then she lets my suitcase chug out and starts unzipping. She practically does an "AH HAH" when she uncovers the tiny tube of toothpaste and small bottle of makeup which Dinah gave me. She tells me I can keep them if I go back and buy a plastic bag, otherwise, that's it. I surrender my dangerous goods, and am not feeling happy. (The whole scary toothpaste business is based on such shoddy intelligence-- the British folks who first freaked everyone out were kids who didn't even have passports.)
  

• Time to buy the lunch for the plane. Ooh, this plastic plate with salami and french bread and lettuce looks good. Haven't had salami in about seventeen years. The French bread was baked about seventeen years ago too. And a Perrier, to be pure and bright, and French! Yes! Ooh and one of those black and white cookies that other people think are so tasty and always disappoint. Now to find my flight.... I can't believe it I'm in the wrong corridor, and this friggin airport makes you go through the whole shoes off shoes on thing again. And I have to guzzle the Perrier.

The flight was okay, just massive turbulence over Arizona, though I confess I was alarmed when a man sat next to me wearing a white Gandhi wrap. It appeared he was wearing just the white gauze and sandals. "I hope he doesn't cross his legs and come unwrapped", I thought. But a language problem with the flight attendant made him move somewhere down the aisle.

Flying is not fun I know it's obvious but it's true for me. Jon picked up a ventilation bug while visiting his father in Florida, and it seems to be just what I got when I went with him to Florida two months ago.

off to New Jersey at 3:30 am

digging around for a small notebook, I found this picture of Froggy riding a horse.
Happy 4th all.

I'll be back Friday, no laptop, not posting till then.

Molly learns to herd

and now on iphone...

Thanks to Sally Govan and Pat.

The technical aspect of this is complicated. As I understand it now, via Pat and Sally and a link to appleinfo, youtube is in the process of converting all its videos to another format.

That's a signifigant blow to Adobe's Flash, I'd think, because up till now, all youtube videos are actually Flash videos, or flvs. You could save any of them to your hard drive by searching them out in your temp files and renaming the extensions .flv. (Applies to PCs of course.) But this was a workaround-- you were supposed to just be viewing them streaming, and streaming sort of implied the video never existed on your hard drive.

Brightcove, which I use for personal videos, is still definitely using flvs. In fact you can do the conversion of your video yourself, in Flash, or upload a video in another format and they convert it to Flash video format.

I'm surprised youtube would make such a big change. I'm guessing the new format is for podcasts, but that also changes things. Before this, you could put your videos on youtube and assume no one could actually save them, just view them. If they are switching to the podcast format, then essentially they are giving them away, which makes me resent youtube, and I imagine others may feel the same way.

I need to follow this closely.

why I love Flash

I started thinking about this flash piece early this morning when I was walking Molly around Lake Balboa. I played with it a bit all morning because I was so annoyed about other things concerning web design. Midday Dinah and I Drove to Hollywood Park, (Inglewood, near LAX), to see some races, which were outstanding. Lava Man won the Gold Cup today, making it three years in a row, making history. We sat in the stands and appreciated the desperation all around, including ours as we kept losing, until the end, when we bet nicely.

I came home and got back into this piece. By that time it was after six, and I should have just relaxed and eaten dinner. It's just after nine now. The piece is 30 seconds plus. Okay, not as polished as I might like, but geez, polished enough to tell its Northridge tale.

Inconceivable in the old days of animation.

Travelin' Family

My brother called yesterday. He'd just returned from a kayaking trip in Croatia. Before that he was sailing in the Virgin Islands, and in South Carolina, and in Brazil, trying to revive the relationship with his wonderful former fiance-- a relationship savaged by his grown children at Christmas last year.

He said one of his daughters was off to Mozambique for two years-- eek, had to google the country, sounded pretty scary, with advice like, "The Cuamba to Nampula train is rife with pickpockets. It is especially risky when all the passengers are disembarking. " or "Beware of the police. They are definitely your worst enemy! " His daughter is a beautiful strawberry blonde Brown Univ. graduate.

His other daughter is in Rome arranging Valentino's five million dollar birthday party. She's a remarried WTC widow, who's been working with Valentino for quite a few years. Can you imagine the potential bitchiness of this event? All those women of Richistan, kiss kiss... checking each other out.

Me, I'm off to New Jersey on Tuesday to see my mother.

How cute is this!

Molly as a puppy in Telluride, 2 1/2 years ago...
(had to post something so I wouldn't see the ugly mug below.

About blogger video, you have to be in blogger in draft, for the video function to work. And it seems you also have to be editing a post. Also typing the title requires first choosing an existing title, then typing over that. At least that's what I've experienced.

How ugly is that?

even uglier in black and white. He killed his correction officer in Utah while on his way from jail to a medical appointment. He was caught at a fast food restaurant in Utah.

Dinah's new phone has an auto charger that took out her PT Cruiser's electrical system. It's become more expensive than an iphone with a service agreement. I loaned her my dog car, the Honda Element, and I've got this PT Cruiser convertible dealer free rental with a sworn statement that I won't let a pet in the car, or it will cost me $150.

didn't see any coyotes today. I'd say this picture is even worse to look at than the spittle bugs. So why did I post it? Just the kind of day I had. Tomorrow should be much better.

Titus and the Coyotes

This is a video of a great blue heron doing a mating dance at Lake Balboa. This is not what I saw today but I took this about a month ago.. just at the spot where I was today... (note this is google video-- let's see how it looks)



I got to Lake Balboa early-- really early-- and the gate was closed so I parked outside and walked in. Molly was with me. We walk for an hour and play "chuckit"-- with a purple tennis ball launcher.

A killdeer ran in front of me making great noises-- a neat bird I haven't seen in years. Then Molly stood very still and I looked up. I spotted a large animal standing a short distance off, also still. Right by the pine tree in the video. Is that a deer I thought?

It was a coyote nearly as big as Molly, and she's a big German Shepherd. It started stalking towards us, which is so unexpected, because usually coyotes run off. I stuck my arms out and made weird noises. It stopped for a moment, then kept coming towards us. It was about fifty feet away.

I threw my tennis ball at him. He stopped, and looked at it and at me. Molly was thrashing on her leash but not barking. I turned to walk away as a test, and he was still coming on.

Just then the gate must have opened and a big black SUV came down the road. The coyote ran in front of the car, past us. The car stopped. I looked across the road and saw several coyotes over there. It was thrilling to see but scary. We headed quickly into the park, to walk the lake.

Near the end of the walk, I chose to take the path that goes over a hill and near a lot of brush. Usually I see hawks there, and I figured I'd had my excitement for the day. Suddenly I heard a dog barking uproar in the bushes and a man screaming, "NO TITUS! NO!"

That did it. I turned around and ran all the way out of the park, or at least to the concrete sidewalk!

a counting piece I did for Sesame Street

Aside from awesomely talented and mysterious Linda Davick, my biggest fans are the Sesame Street twenty somethings, who asked me if I'd done this piece.

You can't imagine how devoted to Sesame Street they are. There are forums where they talk about it. (think about it...)

I liked the design at the time, but not the music and voiceovers, so I never saved a copy. When I saw this youtube piece I was amazed by how bad the reproduction looks, and how image quality doesn't seem to matter to the youtube crowd, who are amazed that I am one of them... Dinah never was-- she never liked to watch tv when she was little.

I animated this as Color-Ade cutouts. Color-Ade was the coolest paper, silkscreened with an intensity of color that made it a sensual treat to work with. I looked in the closet for the storyboard today, but I'd tossed it. It would have been fun to contrast the intense colors of the design with the post laundry look of the youtube.

Anxious Sunday

Linda Davick asked me about what I was doing in Chattanooga Tennessee in 1967. I was at the Cotton Ball, of course, with these good old boys from Lookout Mountain. Must say the guy two in from left looks like the man of the moment, (not to be confused with the old man of the mountains). The man in the middle was Toto. I don't remember the other names anymore. There was one guy named Noodlebooger who was one of the boys. He had something wrong with him.

Thorpe MacKenzie, a romantic figure in the crowd, (not pictured), went on to become a super rich investor. I saw a picture of him with his wife and family all lined up/ propped up in front of a fancy fireplace, on the internet. He played the banjo when I knew him, and according to the internet he still does... and fishes in Scotland.

But that's not what made me anxious. Dinah and her boyfriend vanished on their camping trip, from the quick phone call Friday afternoon, outside Fresno, till a late phone call last night, as they left "the park". They didn't get home until 3:30 am. They saw three bears. I was Goldilocks, no- I was a wreck, worrying, which I don't usually do.

I sit on sunglasses

so I thought this Annie Hall style pair would suit me well. Cost $30 including shipping. My current pair need paper clips to stay together. The old ones are nice Alain Miklis that I got from a reliable internet dealer who has since stopped selling them.

I need the Annie Hall style, maybe my ears are at different _y posits on my head--and it's hard to find these days. (my head, the style, or my _y posit?)

So I ordered the pair above, and was so pleased and excited. But when I opened the box these ultra high stylers were in there instead:




They're actually strangely flattering. And the functional design is MOMA. Foldout strange and lovely. Like an Eames chair or something. But the logo says "Porsche". ew, tacky. the attached price tag is $125. Guess I'll keep and wear them, enjoy the strange bug alien look instead of dorky 70s Annie Hall, which is more how I look. Jon looked worried when he saw me wearing them, but knowing my propensity for sitting on them, said I should keep them.

this must be fillmore

Goofy hot Saturday. Molly and I went out to sheepherding at 7:15. Molly got to run in the big ring with a ton of sheep. I'm going to edit the videos this weekend. She had the time of her life.

Coming back we entered a time warp and followed this car. Taken right after we'd crossed the narrow gauge train tracks. Jon was off to Florida to see his father, Dinah and Cameron headed out in my car to hike/camp in Yosemite. Molly and I were on the open road.

Got home and a message from Jon said he'd quit his flight because they'd been trying to fix the plane for three hours-- electrical trouble... okay so much for my plans of eating unhealthy foods I love like sour cream shortribs and cake. I was glad he was coming back as it looked like a lonely weekend... but bye bye bad food delights. amazing I'm not a fatty.

Dinah has been petsitting someone's rabbits against our wishes. She paid me to take over the gig. I growled, I agreed. I got there and couldn't open the door. I swore. I got in the side door feeling like a criminal, punched the code, found the whole scene kind of weird, and couldn't find any of the rabbit supplies. The rabbits live in a step over fenced area in the living room, on wall to wall carpet... The rabbits have a two story dwelling. The house is at least four floors. The smell made me think of detective novels. It was in a fancy part of the Valley. The rabbits were fat.

Came back to a major load of code changes on the searchers 2 site. Got the google adwords in place. (A great feature, the text box sponsored ad that appears on the right when you do a search.)

Got a phone call from Whit Smith saying he'd call me today with all his stringdevils bookings. great. He was calling from an airport too.

Pizzasaurus at the door. bye all.

the email bud

Another flash chesnut from last century. Let's see if it plays. I imagined interactive animation was the coming thing. still waiting. click around in this piece.

it doesn't scale down so well, but maybe you'll get a laugh. The email was real...titled "not good."

I get a kick out of this one. Tomorrow I'll see if I can scale the text so you can read it okay. Tonight I have agility with Molly, and sheep herding in the morning.

after agility... pumped up from running the course with a most excellent German Shepherd. Found a bitmap of the original email, gotta show you:

CNET not always to be trusted

I signed up for a weekly email from cnet thinking it would help my general computer skills, since I always need help and usually have to follow such a breadcrumb trail to figure things out. So I get this bright yellow perky message each week featuring a guy who looks like a chipmunk and talks about his kids too much. (Have I mentioned that aI have a low tolerance for anyone who says: "I feel blessed?") ) :: (

Last week Mr. Perky asked if my computer was loading too slowly, and offered some quick tips on using msconfig. "Good Idea" I think, and pop on over to msconfig and uncheck various items that seem irrelevant to my system.

My computer's been a wreck ever since. I've gone to system restore, where it restores to an earlier time-- hmm, I could take 1926.. but I took about two weeks ago. Tried that, it was a bear. Told it to go back farther in time, that was worse. Told it to unistall the restores. Now the basic programs I use, like Flash and Word, need reinstall/repairs. Some of those programs have nasty activations required.

Thanks Chipmunk. Next email you send I'm unsubscribing. (I've also bought products on their advice that I haven't been so keen on upon receipt.)

a link to Dinah's new phone.

More Dangerous Than Dynamite

think about it!

Searchers 2.0 website (beta)

I've been code consumed the last couple of days trying to pull together this site for Alex Cox's movie, Searchers 2.0, which Jon produced. I would like to get the video on a streaming server, but it seems to be too pricey, so I'm using a progressive download. Let me know if it chokes up when you look at it. Alex is on a dial up connection, so he's probably still waiting for the loading screen to finish up!

If you click on the video, the guy in the backseat, Ed Pansullo, reminds me of Quasi. This site is fancier than what I usually do, whew.

Pie du Jour

Note my expanded French vocab. We saw "La Vie en Rose" today. The acting and production design were exquisite. I usually get nasty critical when I see contemporary films doing period, because they're so over glossed and under researched, but this one was stunning, visually, and wonderful faces and acting. I actually cried for half a beat in one scene, something I haven't done since I was a teenager. The editing is way too experimental for an American audience, and movie over-long, but lots about it to recommend.

Came home and baked this pie, which has raspberries, blackberries, strawberries, cherries, plums and doughnut peaches all under one crust. Limited time offer.

Entymological Moi

WARNING INSECT PICTURE FOLLOWS!



So I'm sitting at my computer this morning, as usual, writing code for the searchers 2.0 website, when Jon comes in and says, "Do you want to see something weird?" I said, "Is it disturbing?" He said, "It might be."

dread...

I follow him out back. He points at the big, woody rosemary bush in our brick planter. It's covered with white fluff. I look closely. It's foamy fluff.

We don't know what the heck it can be, but it doesn't look good. We've had a problem with black widows in that area in the past, but this year, perhaps because it's been so dry, we haven't seen any. It reminds us of what the pond looks like when fish spawn- you get the idea? I thought if all these foamy sacs hatch we're going to be in a plague of bugs. I used to have insect fear. I've gotten over it, mostly...

Jon left me in charge of solving this . He was suddenly quite busy. Where to start? I opened a guide book I bought long ago, "Insects of the Los Angeles Basin." (I was really into nature guides for awhile!) Somehow I found what they were: Spittle Bugs!!



But as you can see they don't actually spit, um, no... Anyway, I chopped the rosemary bush way way back and put all the stems in the green can, with a heavy lid on top. Just hope no one opens that can before trash day and lets loose the plague of spittles.

It made for a less than lovely Saturday.

Graduation Night

Dinah's graduation was held at the Alex Theatre, a beautiful small Art Deco movie theatre in Glendale. It was air conditioned. The event was very non-traditional, with students wearing just about whatever they pleased. Actually many girls wore the same ugly style baby doll dress, a bad fashion idea that seems to have come back.

All the awards are given out before the graduation day, so that parents don't feel the pressure. Parents at this school are super aggressive. I never made a friend there in eight years, but that's my problem!

Whoever wants to sing, or dance, or tell jokes, can, within reason, do just that at the ceremony. Since it's an artistic school, (sort of), and many parents are involved with movies, the level of talent was decent and performances surprising. Dinah did her weird "Caribbean Amphibian" song a capello, dancing with Uncle Frog while wearing her riding helmet and her sexy chevron dress.



She said she liked this dress I bought on ebay. I thought my arms looked too big till I saw the general size of 18 year old arms these days. Notice how I artfully cropped mine. Thanks, Photoshop.


She is quite the babe.

I'd made reservations at an Italian restaurant up the street, for dinner after the ceremony. Linda Pearl and her daughter Olivia came, and so did Dinah's boyfriend Cameron and Rubi and Rosita. Rubi was Dinah's babysitter in the early days, and a wonderful person. Rosita is another fine Guatemalan lady who used to work across the street. She was near tears a few times. She saw Dinah a lot long ago, but not at all in recent years. Uncle Frog was there too. Rosita pointed out that it maybe wasn't an Italian restaurant, since there were so many swords on the walls. HAH! It was Lebanese, to my surprise. The food was good, and we had a jolly time.



Afterwards Dinah and Cameron went to the class party, an all night affair in South Pasadena. Can you imagine being the parents who agreed to let 150 kids come to their house and spend the night? Dinah said they had a big back yard, with a pig, and that both parents are psychiatrists. I said maybe they never got over "Charlotte's Web." This morning Dinah had to go to work early, but all the kids' car keys had been hidden, and she had to wake the parents up at 6:30 am to get her keys back. Maybe she should have told them she had a bad dream. (maybe that's why I never made friends at Oakwood.)

The Impossible Dream

A possum cake... found at same site as the graduation cake below, which also is known as a Linda Davick special, though the cakemaker, cakesbydarcy, is in Georgia. Since this cake was listed in the groom cake section, maybe it has dirty symbolism, but I don't know what it would be. (Your fiance looks like a possum?)

A couple of years ago I found a realistic opossum dog toy and put it in a serving dish with a lid, for Thanksgiving. I walked around the table with it, and asked a guest who didn't know me well if he'd like to try an old Southern favorite. Haha funny when I lifted the lid.

Graduation Day

We're off to the Alex Theatre in Glendale, for Dinah's graduation from Oakwood.

got Blackberry?

another ugly picture!
My birthday present, perhaps. Do you have one? Do you like it? We're going to be travelling more next year, and Jon thinks we need one of these. I get minus zero phone calls most days, but I am an internet fiend. I've never had a cel phone. I don't even have a laptop.

What I really want is a phone like Linda D. designed...

Clicking on the above link will make your day/week I guarantee. Brilliant and Hysterical! Ultra ultra desirable and peculiar and perfectly designed... as usual... not sure if it's approp to post an image in my blog from this futuristic emotional phone so I'll keep the ugly dotty image I've got.

Once I saw a cel phone that actually heated up in relationship to the caller... for under 30s only. You assigned temperature to people in your phone book.

I'm a phone phobic. If any of you have berry experience, give me some advice, please. Otherwise I'm dependent on cnet, and they are usually cruising a year behind, as I've observed.

igoogle

I'm ever so fond of google for all kinds of things, including this nice little topper, called TeaHouse, which changes a little during the day, though it would be nice if it changed more. igoogle is my home page.

I tried the theme called "Seasonal Scape" but liked it less. What I notice in both of them is the artist observes small, dear details and that seems to really click. The tiny shoes, and in Seasonal Scape the tiny cardboard drink warmers. I guess this was done in Illustrator. Linda?

Google images can keep me clicking along endlessly, and google earth is also an amazing tempting tool. I also use google analytics, google maps, everything but g-mail.

What are your favorite google features?

decor slut

see if this works!

actual url is here.

ebay card I didn't win

It's the message that makes it such a great card.

M.C. Escher Vegetable

Last year this amazing cauliflower-like vegetable was for sale for a month at the Encino Farmer's Market. I bought it each Sunday and marvelled at it. The picture is inadequate. Its head was comprised of flowerets, and each one was a spiral, going to a point like a conch shell, and each floweret's spiral was also a spiral! The flowerets were also arranged/grew in a spiral form. It was chartreuse color. The flavor was bland. No one had a name for it. Wondrous vegetable.

Vintage Clothing

I moved to Los Angeles around 1980. My job at Snazelle had ended, and I was directing the animation for Joe Dante's Twilight Zone episode. The production house was in North Hollywood, which was then a sad, deserted commercial area. At lunch I wandered into a shoe store where they still had shoes from decades before. Of course I was the only customer. The predatory elderly shoe salesman seized the opportunity.

He squeezed my big feet into shoes that were way too small and convinced me they fit, that they just needed breaking in. It was absurd. I bought about five pair which I carried back in a big stack. Jon was appalled when I told him about it.

I think I saw it as a window into the past, that somehow, wearing them, I could cross over. nuts!

Lovely vegetables

Encino Farmer's Market.

Obsolete Formats

Don't click there because nothing will happen...

Thanks for the nice comments on Sado Air. When I read the requests for further chapters, I got sort of sad. (Sad, not sado!)

I started the long Charbucks saga somewhere around 1998, or maybe earlier. It was when Starbucks were just starting to appear everywhere. It was just gifs, one episode at a time, with the characters repeating their lines over and over, until you clicked the next button.

I started looking for ways to make it livelier, found some script that allowed the girls to say things randomly, which seemed wildly wonderful.

Then a mysterious fellow in the Netherlands contacted me to beta test a web program he'd created himself, which simplified using JavaScript to create web animation and break out of the gif format. I should have been looking to Flash...

I built a long story about Whinsey and Anita travelling on the Titanic Two, after their plane crashed in Mesquite, Nevada. (And the plane crash too was in an obsolete form of code.) A very cool composer, Peter Drescher, provided music for me in the Beatnik format. Beatnik had some amazing code which made midi files sound like real music. This was before there were alternatives like mp3!

Beatnik is now obsolete, and the files don't play. The Titanic Two files also no longer play, because of changes to web browsers. I suppose I could recreate them, but not easily, as there were just masses and masses of code and engines in this program of Sada's. (That was his name.) He's completely vanished from the internet world as well.

Recently the New Yorker profiled Gordon Bell,
who's basically scanning/digitizing his entire life. But he says it's all dependent on the jpeg and word docs still surviving as valid formats. Don't count on it, bud!

yet more

click on the picture and see the face we see at home. click again and see who won "Athlete of the Year" and seven trophies.

This is maybe awful but funny. As she was accepting her big award, she said "Cheesits make you run fast." (She's a junk food vegetarian.) But most of the students at her school are Jewish, and Jon thought she said, "Jesus makes you run fast."

She's totally areligious, but the whole thing cracked us up.

Sado Air

Here's a new bit of animation I put together, based on the old gif story I told episode by episode back in the 90s on my web site. You have to be a fast reader.

I heard on the radio that a British film director, Michael Figgis (name?) arrived at LAX last week. As he passed through customs, they asked his purpose in visiting. He said, "I'm here to shoot a pilot." He got hauled off by TSA! True story!

Dinah Wins Again

The headmaster at Dinah's school emailed us Saturday that Dinah was going to receive the headmaster's award at the ceremony Monday morning. This honors the most outstanding student, though the criteria are not just academic. It's quite an honor.

We received elaborate secret instructions on where to meet, because the parents are included but the honor is a surprise, and no one is supposed to see you until the name is announced. Jon couldn't go because he'd booked an editing session, but I headed down there today at the appropriate time. A boy and girl each receive the honor. I was escorted backstage and stood in this dark closet-like hallway for the WHOLE ceremony, until her name was announced, then I walked out, got a hug, and was motioned aside so official pictures could be taken. Couldn't even peek out under a curtain.

We were thrilled she won it though.

My Favorite Candy

Thank goodness these are hard to find, because I can inhale these British candies. They have a gritty sugar coating and intense, not really like fruit, flavors. I used to also really like the American candies Jujyfruits and Dots, but they've changed the recipes and have a really weird spikey industrial aftertaste now. Red Vines taste better than Dots these days. Almost makes me want to do a search for vintage Dots. And how about Bonamo's Turkish Taffy? I once read Joe Bonamo's autobiography. (Bonomo?)

Years ago a British friend came to visit and I asked him to bring me some rolls of these Rowntree treats. I think he thought they were going to last half a century, but they were gone in two days.

Once on an airplane I sat next to a woman who offered me some of her Jujyfruits, and we got to talking about candy and discovered we had the exact same obsessive love of certain gummy candies-- but hated gummy bears. You know, candy fetish talk. And we continued to talk, which I never do on airplanes. Gradually I realized a common interest in candy doesn't equate to a common interest in life's bigger pictures.

ps my Father in law prefers See's Candy (of course) but also likes peanut brittle, generic.

frog fun for the feeble (or not)

Paprika opening credits

This opening sequence was exquisite, and the movie was astounding. It is a very trippy story about dream manipulation, and I've got to read more about how it was done.

Paprika

Going to see this movie today. I haven't been in a theatre in about a year.

Floating Sculpture

I studied sculpture in college, and made painted reliefs mostly, although my plaster of paris electric lamb with blue light bulb eyes was memorable. In the 80's I thought I had to personally help the trash stream with all the giant pieces of styrofoam packing material that were un-recyclable. I made numberous painted sculptures, using the bigger size styrofoam and cel vinyl paint. They looked quite nice floating in the pool. This one had a hook nose but you can't tell from the picture. I had a very cool electric wire styrofoam cutting device but it gave off a hideous odor and after awhile I felt the two were cancelling out-- the awful odor versus the styrofoam in trash cans. Besides, where do you store all this junk after awhile...

Bad Day on Google for me

I can't believe I spent almost the whole day online, trying to find the right drivers for Dinah's old cel phone, so she could save all the pictures she took, onto her pc, now that she has a new phone. I don't even have a cel phone, so that sets me back a bit.

There were hundreds of posts by frustrated phone owners who'd bought the cable, as I did two years ago, so they could download their camera phone pictures. But the drivers are elusive, and of course you're always walking into a mine field when you're looking for free drivers to download. And all the cell phone forums (and there are many!) I passed through today... with the same topic chewed on in different ways, and no sure solution... For many of them you have to join just to do a search, and joining is a three or four step journey.

By the end of the day we tried propping the cel phone on the step and taking a picture of its image with the digital camera. aah. Seen here is dear old Luna from her last summer.

And I did get my baklava!

Already eaten three, trying to achieve the whale look on the tray in one day.

Persepolis is now an animated feature

Jon pointed out a review of Persepolis from Cannes Film Festival, in Variety today, written and directed by Marjane Satrapi, based on her fine graphic novel of same title. It was produced in France, and looks as if it retains the interesting graphic style of the novel. No immediate release date announced.

The Beat Hotel

Since I was stuck in the lawn chair or bed all weekend, I mostly finished this book on Beatniks in Paris in the late fifties, early sixties. It was fairly interesting and remarkable in how different the attitude towards poetry is today, fifty years later. These poets really felt they were important-- and in their way, in history, they were. The book is all about the inhabitants of this one nasty hotel in Paris where Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, William Burroughs and others came and went and wrote lots of poems.

Allen Ginsberg seems like he was a decent guy. He loved looking at old buildings-- I liked that, and there's a wonderful short anecdote about him discovering a chateau within the city that seemed as if it had fallen out of time. It was occupied by the Russian Royal Ballet. He seems like he had a big heart, and when he leaves the book, 2/3 through, to go back to the states, the book drags.

The book has no index, which is annoying, because many odd unheard of books are mentioned, which I thought I'd look into later. I was surprised how much heroin Ginsberg and everyone else mentioned in the book was freely consuming in Paris. William Burroughs seemed like an evil snaky presence, but then I never read NAKED LUNCH. There was no crossover of cultures, with the Beats and the intellectuals of Paris at the time, even though the Existentialists were right there in the same city, and they all seemed fond of being seen and published. A number of the minor poets earned checks writing dirty novels for Olympia Press.

I saw Allen Ginsberg once, and I think it must have been at Smith. He was fat, his hair was long and wild and he seemed so launched into his point of view regarding politics, drugs, Jack Kerouac, (who might have just died then) that it was hard to get much sense of him. It was a time when people's politics could make them seem so one dimensional, especially if they were also stoned.

They brought a number of unusual writers and artists to Smith, including Tom Wolfe, Anais Nin, Anne Sexton, filmmaker Stan VanderBeeck, W.H. Auden. I distinctly remember each of these-- I'm sure there were lots more.

The image isn't an advertising link, ie I don't get 5 cents back, but you might be able to go straight to a look inside the book from it, I'm just not sure if that's how it works. I use the look inside feature at Amazon a lot, since I'm such a fussy reader. Sometimes you have to sign in before you get your free look.

Prom Night 2007

Dinah last night, on the way to the prom. She picked up her date, Cameron, in Santa Monica. (where he LIVES!-- I don't mean she PICKED him UP!) We had her car detailed before hand, and it also looked beautiful.

Too bad I didn't get her room detailed too:

Prom Night 1967

As Dinah was getting ready for Prom last night, I showed her a picture of me at prom my senior year at St. Mary's in Raleigh. It was called Freshman Sophomore dance, because the school was two years of high school and two years of college. My father's side of the family has long ties to this old school, which started in 1842, before the Civil War.

What's weird about that prom, aside from my sour expression, (the one on the left), is they let me do the decorations and I painted grotesque giant sized American tourists on banner paper that covered the walls! (Like the tourists in my film four years later, "fun on mars." ) Talk about romantic decor. Where are my crepe paper roses, lady? My date's name was Bob Kluttz. He was a great guy. The girl on the right is Jane Snyder.

I want my Baklava

Every year the Valley Greek Festival is held right around the corner. Greek music, Greek food, and Greeks! The menu never changes, and I start salivating just thinking about the feta cheese and sausage plate, and the fried calamari, and best of all the Greek pastries which the ladies of the church spend the year preparing, and freezing, and finally baking for this event. Sometimes I take home eight of them and eat them all myself. I especially like the novelty ones, one of which is made with cornmeal. The rest of the year I have no interest in baklava, but I'm a major pig come Memorial Day.

But.. but.. I got a stupid cold and just don't know if I'll even make it over there. I'm wondering if I caught it at the all "girls" party I went to last weekend, where you were supposed to bring clothes you don't wear anymore and take home whatever you want. Jon and Dinah were appalled by my choices. There was a girl at the party who said, "My mama used to call me Peaches, but now she calls me Ho-Rina." Nice name you got there, Horina. Hope you didn't give me this cold, though.

Another silly bit of code

from about five years ago...flash 5 code... click the yellow button with indecipherable writing. It's all done with numbers in arrays. funky old code.

what's on your Tennesseeasel?

Tennessee Sally
wants to see the same easel redecorated. If you draw on this one and press go, you should see some action.

Face Like A Frog Artwork

An online art gallery selling my art

After about a week of intensive code work with Flash's new language, ActionScript 3, I managed to build this html page, with video of my film Face Like a Frog, and means to go to the approx. place in the video where the background was used. This new code language is extremely different from the old days of on(press), so I was amazed that I could get it together.

my old flame

tried to post this last night without success. mae west was the anita inspiration.

LAMBCHOPS

This Vitaphone short is utterly charming. Gracie Allen was brilliant! Love everything about it!

I've always loved horses

Linda asked who liked horses first, Dinah or Sally? I've always loved horses, started riding when I was seven, and used to walk out the door and become a horse when I was a child. I rode in high school, in college, then couldn't ride when I lived in San Francisco and didn't have a car to get to a stable. When Jon and I met we went on wonderful rides on the beach, and then in England, and even once in Scotland.

My dear friend Kerry Mellin used to live in Sylmar on a chicken ranch that had belonged to Marlene Dietrich! Kerry and I would go for weekly rides galloping in the hills above Sylmar, the best riding times I ever had. She found Luna for me, the first horse I owned, a truly great horse. She was half Throughbred and half Appaloosa, brave and kind. When I got into show jumping, I bought Pepper, and Luna eventually became Dinah's horse. Luna died a few years ago at age 25 or so. We still miss her.

This is a picture of Dinah and me on Southern Comfort, one of Kerry's old horses. Dinah's not even a year old here. I think this was the first time she was on a horse.

The Banquet at Sportsmens' Lodge

Last night was the Interscholastic Equestrian League banquet at the Sportsmens' Lodge in Studio City. We'd received a call checking whether Dinah was coming or not, which implied she might be winning an award. That's Dinah on the left, with Randy Cano , (I designed his site here) and Ben Banuelos, her riding trainers since she was five years old. We love them! She's eighteen now!

The senior awards came at the end of the evening. The winners were still a secret. The speaker described a wonderful girl who'd spent countless hours working with handicapped children at Strides, and was so kind, devoted to helping others, etc. etc. I nudged the nice trainer next to me, whom I hadn't met before, and said, "they're talking about Dinah."

Haha, foolish me.

As Dinah is about to put her napkin on the chair and stand up, they read off another name. woah.

But, but, the next senior award recipient is described as funny, eccentric, original, determined to change the world, one of a kind, eccentric (again) and yes it was Dinah and look, she won a $2000. check! Thanks, IEL!

A Racetrack Contest

Here's a cool contest that starts Sunday- it's free, and you'll waste lots of time trying to win-- at least I know I will. Each day you pick one horse in one race that you think will win, place, or show. If you're right, you proceed. If not, it's over. It goes on for about a month, with ultimate prize of $5000. Make Me Psychic, again!

Laurel And Hardy 'The Trail Of The Lonesome Pine' 1937

I love this and have looked for it for a long time.

are you my?

Out at the stable, Dinah and I were crabbing about this and that. She's 18 and I'm not. I looked over at this scene and saw the cat walking away. I grabbed that cat and placed it back and took the snap. Sort of resembled our relationship or maybe not...