I finally got a battery for the Polaroid Land 250 camera I purchased on eBay. I aimed it at a flowery vine creeping up a wooden fence in our backyard. The results were pretty good for a vintage camera.
He not only works in antiques but, by LA standards, lives in one: a “one-bedroom guest cottage behind a restored jigsaw gothic in Angelino Heights. The big house is as venerable as they come in southern California.” Kluge is a man out of time: he writes cheques and refuses to own a smartphone. When his house clearance partner asks him, “C’mon, you never heard of Bacon Ninja? It was like No 1 in the iTunes store for, like, six months,” Kluge replies: “Raul, I barely even know what that means.” He saves his biggest ire, however, for comic books – which he blames for ruining Hollywood.Continue reading...
I’m hanging out tonight in anticipation of Open House. Since I have a long commute, I stay on nights like these because I’d have to turn right around and come back to school were I to make the drive home. What’s obvious from these snapshots is that my whiteboards display more of my drawing than curricula.
At a red light last Friday the driver in front of me began to back up, coming very close to my car. I tapped my horn because I thought he was going to hit my front end. His reaction was to give me the middle finger. His anger escalated, the result of which was his pulling over and threatening me, then getting behind me and blasting the horn for several minutes. One way of coping with madness is through art. So I drew a quick ink sketch of this guy which depicts the moment he pulled over to get behind me.
This whole rap thing started last year as a joke. Some kids thought it would be funny if I were a rapper because I’m the least likely person to be one. After all, I’m a huge classical music fan and don’t know much about rap — period and full stop.
The Crucible audiobook has been moved to www.classicalguy.com/the-crucible-audiobook/.