panorama party

Attended the lighting of the restored neon sign at the Union Theatre, home of Sara Velas’, Panorama. Highlights included a lecture by Nathan Marsak on L.A. Neon, and a rare public glimpse of Marsak and Co-Conspirator, Kim Cooper, no doubt to compare notes on the lastest blogging software for their 1947project. Source: 2or3feedburner

A Neighborhood in Los Angeles

There was an entire block in the northeast corner of Los Angeles which lied. They awoke, and all day they lied.  They went to the corner Starbucks for their morning espresso, and over cigarettes they sat and lied.  Over the course of their days they would come and go from the Starbucks, feigning vast schemes… Continue reading A Neighborhood in Los Angeles

The Locusts Have No King

While recovering from the flu, I have continued to read Cosma’s Notebooks— yet another entry on the subject of selforganization with a note to follow up on the entry,  Is the Primordial Soup Done Yet?. The subject at hand deserves a nod to the notion of self-organizing criticality,  which points back to the title of… Continue reading The Locusts Have No King

Turtles, Termites and Traffic Jams

just read a review of turtles termites and traffic jams of mitchell resnick’s classic, Turtles, Termites and Traffic Jams, by a interesting gentleman, Cosma Rohilla Shalizi. "Instead of plane geometry he [Resnick] wants to teach parallel processing and self-organization (how do termites build their nests? how do slime-molds aggregate? how does traffic jam?); instead of… Continue reading Turtles, Termites and Traffic Jams

raftsman’s razor

went to a screening of kim’s friend, keith bearden’s film, raftsman’s razor, at the los angeles film festival. an interesting film about interpretation and audience. followed up by a trip to the Tula Tea Room. Source: 2or3feedburner

i spit on your grave

went to a reading at vroman’s books this evening for tamtam press‘ lastest release, Autumn in Peking by Boris Vian (1920-1959). French novelist and playwright, a jazz connoisseur and critic, Dixieland trumpeters, and author of more than 400 songs. “What informs Vian’s book, however, is not sexual fantasy, but rage and pain: that rage and… Continue reading i spit on your grave