This is the city…

longbeach200302inIt’s raining steadily in Los Angeles. We celebrate the coming of rain here by driving extra-dangerously while racing home to see how fast the local television news update their “Stormwatch!” graphics.

Last weekend was pretty nice. I took some photos out the window then but only just now found the PCMCIA adapter for the Cammedia card. So, while it doesn’t quite look like this right this minute, this is how it’s supposed to look.

A picture of my desk:

And looking out the window. Santa Catalina Island in the background.

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Nixon press secretary Ron Ziegler dies

The San Diego Union Tribune has the full obituary. No real reason here to blog it, except that Nicholas Corwin and I have traditionally noted the passing of each Watergate figure. I suppose it’s our generation’s version of the JFK assassination or something.

Fun trivia fact: In addition to being part of the infamous USC mafia, Ziegler was also a tour guide on the Jungle Cruise at Disneyland.

Thomas Kinkade – Painter Of Bankruptcy

Fresh from his attempts at building Stepford Villages, cult/shlock artist Thomas Kinkade (the “Painter of Light”(tm)) is working of that other Great American Pastime: fraud. The LA Times reports. (reg. required, use laexaminer/laexaminer).

DiGiovanni is the owner of a string of Kinkade galleries in the Minneapolis area that are in Chapter 11 bankruptcy proceedings. The former defense company executive, who says he was led to believe he could match his $225,000 salary by becoming a Kinkade dealer, is facing the loss of his life savings.

The story he tells of his venture with the Painter of Light is mirrored by legal complaints coming in from many other corners of the nation that Kinkade and Media Arts have systematically defrauded their dealers, sucked them financially dry and reduced many to ruin.

My gut reaction is to call for a full-on Nelson-sized “HA HA!” here, but perhaps not if folks are losing their money. Nah… “HA HA!”

[via Scrubbles]

Why did the prog rock chicken cross the road?

As applied to different prog rock bands

Some choice selections…

Heldon chicken – started crossing the road in an electrifyingly anarchistic manner then exploded in a fireball half-way across.

Genesis chicken (with Peter) – danced across, then spread its wings and ascended slowly into the sky. Then the sun came out and all the peoples of the world rejoiced. The new Jerusalem was at hand. Utopia found.

Genesis chicken (after Peter) – kept promising it would cross tonight, tonight, tonight… but it never did. And will it ever? Inquiring minds want to know.

Hawkwind chicken – Made it almost all the way across when it was abducted by evil sadistic cryogenically recycled alien acolates from Zorkon Beta 5QX7 who were collecting Earth specimens for interplanetary scientific research.

Soft Machine chicken – This totally hip chicken was wearing totally rad rectangular spectacles that were so dark and cool looking, it couldn’t see where it was going. It managed to eventually improvise its way across the road.

Legendary Pink Dots chicken – not knowing what a road was, this chicken crossed a gulfstream instead. Remember, relativity over objectivity equals art.

Van Der Graaf Generator chicken – flapped haphazardly into the middle of the road, then rolled onto its back, kicking its legs in the air clucking incessantly.

Peter Hammill chicken – Did the same as the Van Der Graaf chicken, but it also pecked at the pavement violently until its beak was chipped and bloody, then stared painfully into the sun yelling verses from The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.

Yes chicken – Steadfastedly refused to cross the road. Period.

Rick Wakeman chicken – Thumbed its beak at the Yes chicken and waltzed across the road while eating some KFC and chain smoking unfilter Camels.

Patrick Moraz chicken – tripped and fell down half-way across because some idiot left a half-eaten bucket of KFC lying in the middle of the road.

ELP chicken – shot like a cannon across the road, accompanied by swirling fog, atmospheric explosions and fireworks. Tickets to see this highly hyped event were $34.95 and/or £53.

King Crimson chicken – Started to cross the road, but when it got to the center decided that the whole idea of chickens crossing roads was stupidly conceited and overdone. But after sitting on the shoulder watching all the other chickens crossing merrily, it decided it really did want to cross after all.

Pink Floyd chicken – This half-machine, half-animal chicken,instead of crossing the road, would flag down cars and peck the drivers to death.

Amon Duul chicken – Crossed the road by running through a drainage culvert, marveling at the way its movements echoed through the galvanized steel. Went into the Black Forest to experience nature on LSD.

Amon Duul II chicken – Crossed the road like the Amon Duul chicken, but it was suffering from delusions of grandeur, thinking it was a secret agent on a mission to find out where in the world Carmen Sandiego is.

Mike Oldfield chicken – shyly crossed the road when it was sure no one was looking. Incidently, it made the road it crossed. Also, it manufactured the asphalt used to make the road, as well as chip the rock used in the production of the asphalt, as well as invent the use of pavement for roadways to begin with.

Can chicken – BECAUSE IT CAN! End of story.

Goth psy-op campaign backfires

The Daily Record reports

ART gallery bosses tried to scare off gangs of Goths with classical music.

But it backfired on them as the youngsters – fans of shock-rockers such as Marilyn Manson and Slipknot – discovered an unexpected taste for Vivaldi.

Even more of them turned up at their meeting place outside Glasgow’s Gallery of Modern Art as the classical tunes blasted from its windows.

Didn’t they realize that Bach is goth requisite #2 after a Sisters Of Mercy record?

Orange County, China

File this in the “just when you think things couldn’t get more surreal” folder.

ORANGE COUNTY, China — An hour’s drive north of Beijing, on an icy country road lined by fields and populated by trucks and sheep, the landscape is a far cry from palm-ringed golf courses and “Surfin’ USA.”

But wait. There is Sun City, a half-built gated community with echoes of the desert. Then the tidy homes of Orange County come into view. Finally, you drive through a stone portal, past advertisements showing men fly-fishing in cowboy hats, pulling up before the impressive mansions of Watermark-Longbeach, the epicenter of faux L.A. in China.

“I liked it immediately – it is just like a house in California,” exulted Nasha Wei, a former army doctor turned businesswoman, sitting on a white suede banquette in the four-bedroom home in Orange County (China) she moved into this year.

Bits of American geography are popping up all over Beijing, the latest fashion in real estate marketing and sales. Soho, Central Park, Palm Springs and Manhattan Gardens are among recent developments.

In many instances, the name is just an American location tacked on to typical upmarket Chinese apartments. But at Orange County and Longbeach, developers have promised clients the real deal – so long as they can afford the minimum half million-dollar price tag.

Houses are replicas of Southern California homes, designed by Southern California architects, with model homes decorated by Los Angeles interior designers. The basement pool tables are American. The appliances are imported. The tiles, wood siding and wall sconces are from the United States, too.