My friend Scott Johnston looked out the window of his home in Los Feliz yesterday afternoon and was transfixed by the brilliant (double) rainbow that captivated much of Los Angeles. “It was the brightest rainbow I've seen,” he wrote.
Being short of cash (because of the recession), I immediately drove to Glendale to find the end of the rainbow, and snapped my own photo of what I found there:
I will, however, be donating 10% of the net profit -- after state bullion taxes and the cost of a corned beef sandwich (for the leprechaun) at Billy’s deli -- to KPCC to support the upcoming membership drive.
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I got an e-mail from my friend Michael Sigman, the former LA Weekly Publisher, announcing he’s starting a series blogs on a "Creating Community In Los Angeles" project he’s working on in conjunction with HuffPost.
“Alienation and rootlessness are so deeply ingrained in Angelenos' psyches -- partly because so many of us are transplants -- as to be almost a badge of honor. … But there's nothing cool about the isolating ripple effects of massive unemployment and the shuttering of hundreds of community-oriented government programs and non-profits. … Throw in long-term trends -- like ever-increasing traffic congestion; technologies like Facebook, Twitter and texting that discourage actual human contact and allow people to work at home; and the conversion of locally-owned shops to one-size-fits-all chain franchises -- and you've got a city where finding community is tougher than ever.”
We’re moving to a new building, so I’m cleaning out my office at KPCC’s downtown Los Angeles bureau.
Besides shoveling a year’s worth of paper off the desktop, I threw out six or seven trees worth of paper files – including the one I made for my 2001 interview with John Adams, the minimalist composer with the close relationship with the LA Philharmonic, who is also the world’s most-performed living composer.
Back then, he was in town to conduct “Nixon in China” and a new composition, the piano concerto “Century Rolls.” I had utterly forgotten that he voiced a promo for us for broadcast, but I’d also forgotten that he wrote the promo in his own hand! (I must have dictated it to him; I recognize my spare style.)
It says, in case you don’t read Composer:
“Hi, I’m J A. On the next All Things Considered on KPCC I’ll be talking about Los Angeles Phil featuring Nixon in China and my new piano concerto, “Century Rolls.”
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This week’s New York Times Sunday Magazine led to another in my long series of letters to the editor that will never be published … in the New York Times.
A bunch of people wrote in to the paper to respond to James Patterson Inc., an article about James Patterson, whose publisher has permanently assigned him an entire staff because he cranks out a lot of books that make a lot of money.
Some excerpts from the reaction:
-- Is this “literature”? No. (Joan Larsen, Park Forest, Ill.)
-- James Patterson may be many things … but he is not a writer. (Wheeler Winston Dixon, Film Studies Professor, University of Nebraska)
-- Calling James Patterson an author is like calling Fox News news. Technically true, but certainly disingenuous. (Scott Schilling, Fairfield, Conn.)
I still don’t know what to make of the junked tv’s. (See previous blog entry.)
In my neighborhood, if something still works, people leave it gently by the curb, which discounts the theory that people are replacing their old tube tv’s with LCD or plasma models and tossing the old ones. The question remains: why so many broken tv’s?
This one (below) graces an already problem area - the old Cypress Park library, which has been boarded up for about ten years now:
This one is on the way to the Bilingual Center for the Arts on Avenue 19:
And my neighbor Oscar is pretty pissed about this one, on the verge fronting the lot he uses for a garden. This is just the latest junk others have dumped here:
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