February 24th
The repressed secretary has had a whirlwind of a week. Starting with last Thursday February 24th, I was invited by friend Clark Humphrey of www.miscmedia.com to a 60's cocktail culture party with a twist. All I knew ahead of time was to "Come dressed up." The shin-dig took place at "The Blue Flamingo, amateur bar and home of Russell Scheidelman, whom I later found out was ex-Combutible Edison and the creator of an amusing little magazine called Organs and Bongos, which he gave to me as a gift. The next morning, as I was trying to recover, I read the piece straight through, I loved the "fake ads" for products like the ads for various vinyl albums that presumably someone should make, but never has..Need examples. The party was staffed by a professional photographer named George Vernon, two cute DJ's who were sisters and a bartender, serving an incredible variety of drinks from behind a miniature bar. While there, I met Joseph the Irish carpenter, whose great one-liner in a soft brogue was "what's up with the 'luck of the Irish," when it's more like 'the bad luck of the Irish, eh?" There was also the assorted hip and beautiful.
On Friday February 25th I was invited to "The Animation Show 2005" presented by Mike Judge and Don Hertzfeldt, It was a privilege to see this show, played at the Varsity Theater on University Avenue since it only has a limited run at a select group of Theaters. See link for schedule. Although I am not affiliated with the production, I am placing this blurb: "If you are an animator and would like to be considered for next year's program, send a VHS or DVD copy to:"
11684 Ventura Blvd. #778
Studio City, CA 91604
or call: 818-623-0012,
fax: 818-623-0013.
(or) Sign up for the Animation Show Underground!
www.animationshow.com/underground.html
My only hope is that one single person reads this and is inspired to send in their entry. Good luck!
Later that same evening, my friends and I went to follow up and be old and discuss serious topics at "Earls on the Ave." Fun venue if you like divvy bars. Place seemed to cater to huge numbers of man/boys in baseball caps and their friends. Kids were getting so drunk around us, it's the kind of place you go to play a mean game of pool and don't mind if you get burnt with cigarettes handled carelessly by undergrad girls in ratty, exposed thongs and voluptuous belly-baby fat. The men I were with were the type that could just tune it all out and talk about integral calculus or ethics and continue to drink the small pitchers of decent Snow Plow Stout and smoke a million cigarettes. There was a cute dark-haired man in the kitchen who makes a mean chicken-wing and reminded me so much of one of my ex's (trucker's cap, stocky, hardy, good with his hands, you know who you are.) Place is probably nice and relaxing during the day when the college kids are supposed to be in class.
On Friday February 25th I was invited to "The Animation Show 2005" presented by Mike Judge and Don Hertzfeldt, It was a privilege to see this show, played at the Varsity Theater on University Avenue since it only has a limited run at a select group of Theaters. See link for schedule. Although I am not affiliated with the production, I am placing this blurb: "If you are an animator and would like to be considered for next year's program, send a VHS or DVD copy to:"
11684 Ventura Blvd. #778
Studio City, CA 91604
or call: 818-623-0012,
fax: 818-623-0013.
(or) Sign up for the Animation Show Underground!
www.animationshow.com/underground.html
My only hope is that one single person reads this and is inspired to send in their entry. Good luck!
Later that same evening, my friends and I went to follow up and be old and discuss serious topics at "Earls on the Ave." Fun venue if you like divvy bars. Place seemed to cater to huge numbers of man/boys in baseball caps and their friends. Kids were getting so drunk around us, it's the kind of place you go to play a mean game of pool and don't mind if you get burnt with cigarettes handled carelessly by undergrad girls in ratty, exposed thongs and voluptuous belly-baby fat. The men I were with were the type that could just tune it all out and talk about integral calculus or ethics and continue to drink the small pitchers of decent Snow Plow Stout and smoke a million cigarettes. There was a cute dark-haired man in the kitchen who makes a mean chicken-wing and reminded me so much of one of my ex's (trucker's cap, stocky, hardy, good with his hands, you know who you are.) Place is probably nice and relaxing during the day when the college kids are supposed to be in class.
