Saturday Morning On Melrose Hill

I felt I needed a quick post here to push the Costanza pictures down a little. So here I am. On a Saturday morning, sitting on my porch, looking at the hills and ignoring the advances of the neighborhood homeless cat, Skinny.

I have an important appointment at 8:00AM which, in fact, is right now. But I'll stop here to say that in the last 11 hours, I have been impressed with the quality and amount of people being happy in the greater Hollywood area. This includes the gentle souls at the gym last night and the early risers at the bagel place this morning.

Summer of George, Part 2

I feel I need to repeat this. This is who I saw:

Summer of George

As I mentioned before, I live in a place where running into a celebrity isn't all that unusual. So it takes a major presence to shake me, to awe me, to accept the greatness that gets its coffee at the same place I do.

In other words.... yesterday, I saw this man:

Live-Blogging the NBA Draft

At roughly 5:27 Pacific time tomorrow (Thursday), I will be live-blogging ESPN's coverage of the NBA Draft. The draft will be roughly 87 minutes old by then but I plan on treating it like a live event through the miracle of the DVR. My job and the L.A. traffic will keep me from starting sooner.

I've never live-blogged before. I don't even know if the hyphen is necessary. But I promise...it will be fun.

UPDATE: I have other things to do. I will not be blogging the draft. Sorry. But the Wolves got Corey Brewer! Cool.

I Have Questions

Why hasn't the song Lido Shuffle by Boz Scaggs received more attention, historically?

When did all the morning rush hour traffic abandon southbound Western Avenue, from Hollywood to the 10? My commute is so smooth these days. (The afternoon still sucks.)

How happy am I that the Timberwolves didn't pull off one of those rumored Kevin Garnett trades?

How scared am I that it still might happen?

Have you heard LIDL REBL yet? I like it. Sort of sounds like Stump (of "How much is the fish? Does the fish have chips? fame).

Did you know that I want an iPhone for my birthday (coming up in 76 days)?

How happy am I that, yesterday, I broke my record time for completing the Monsters and Critics online crossword puzzle? I demolished the record. It was 4:28. Completed yesterday's in 3:39.

Were you aware that only selected Kinko's locations have videoconferencing capabilities?

The Counter

So I installed a counter on my blog. I was curious as to how many people visit here each day. Then, I realized that the counter software included some other interesting features, such as tracking each visitor's ISP and server location. (Keep in mind that the server location does not necessarily indicate actual physical location. For example, I don't live in Virginia. But often the ISP description gives more detail.) So I know the likely region and, if they reach my page through a search, I know the search terms.

I promise to use this "knowledge" ethically and honorably. Having said that, I've discovered a few interesting things:

A lot of people reach my page accidentally, often with searches involving the word "blueprint."

Some people visit my blog every day and multiple times each day. I don't know who these people are. They seem to be located in the non-coastal areas of Southern California. And Texas. And Europe. Berkeley. Chicago. San Diego. Whoever you all are, thanks for coming.

More people visit here than I thought (154 in 11 days).

Too many of you are using Internet Explorer. Firefox!

In other words, I don't know much.

Things I've Learned This Week

The drive from USC to Santa Monica is worse at 11:00AM than it is at 5:00PM.

XTC were punk.

Knowledge isn't necessarily power.

Steve Carell's performance in the "Branch Closing" episode of The Office is Emmy-worthy. Almost makes up for Bruce Almighty. (Hey world: You know that thing with the ark? Fiction.)

In summer, red vines > chocolate.

Otherwise, chocolate > red vines.

My new bag is cool.

Saxophones were used more often in the 1980s.

Mark Eitzel and/or American Music Club need to do a proper version of Hippy Boots.

Some girls are mysterious.

My world is bursting sappy music

I was feverishly working out at the Arclight 24 Hour Fitness last night. While waiting for my preferred machine - that cool new treadmill/elliptical combo, with the separate tracks, one for each foot - I worked out on one of the regular elliptical machines. I had a great view out of one of the big windows at the 4th floor gym. I marveled at the Hollywood-ness of it all - the bulbous Cinedome, the not-so-distant hills, the various big buildings representing the not-so-old-school/not-so-new-school portion of the American entertainment complex, etc. For a moment there, I felt I was living in the center of it all. Then, I forgot about that and concentrated on the great song - Madeline and Nine by Mike Doughty - playing randomly on my iPod. Then my iPod battery ran out and I was saddened. Then, I realized I didn't need the music. Sometimes I need the music. Not last night.

Back to the Mike Doughty song, or more specifically, back to the underrated album it comes from - Haughty Melodic. In another song, Unsingable Name, he sings of wanting something unknown, indefinable. This pretty much sums up human desire:

Beware the thrum of hearts in your presence and
Watch the breeze that snaps at you now
All the dogs that bark from the fences and
Everything is wanting for you
Smirk on the face and fists in the clenches and
Make the radiator blow now
Crack the planks and shatter the lenses and
Mix the salt, the sugar and flour

I don't know how it sums up desire but it does. I know this because of what he sings later in the song:

I want to see the mountains in silhouette
Want to split for Singapore now

I should be explaining myself better today. I'll just say that I don't quite understand why the word "now" in the preceding quote is showing up as misspelled in my blogger program.

I could tie it all together and say that I did indeed see "mountains in silhouette" when I was looking out that big window at the gym. But that sounds cheesy. In fact, the whole silhouette/Singapore couplet sounds so much better in song than it does on a blog. Just go here and hope he puts the song up some time. In the meantime, listen to Tremendous Brunettes.

Anybody have good book recommendations for me? I like big 900+ page novels set in my lifetime. Or in England.

Just realized that two of the guys from Semisonic played with Doughty on that album. Small world. Makes sense, considering that his former band - Soul Coughing - were big in Minneapolis, hometown of Semisonic.

I could get more trivial than that. I could discuss my reasons for wanting the Timberwolves to pick Corey Brewer instead of Spencer Hawes in next week's NBA draft and why they shouldn't trade KG. Or I could talk about the amazing breakfast enchiladas at Fred 62.

Yes, I have a lot on my mind.

I Am The Exterminator

This is the time of year I miss Minneapolis. It's like a resort town this time of year - people shuffling off from city to lake, from coffee to bike path... the humidity not as bad as other places, the weekly thunderstorms breaking up the monotony.

This is the time of year I least like Los Angeles. But it's a temporary dislike. Living more than a few miles inland means dirty air and stuffier interiors. In October, I like this place. In January, I love it. In March, I like it again.

Once, when I was 19, I fell asleep while driving. It was only for a moment. But, to this day, I credit this man for saving me from a bad traffic accident in the hilly New Jersey coast. I could explain it to you but wouldn't you rather rely on your imagination?

Hey Alex - have a great class tonight.

Don't let this happen (basketball link).

It's been about a year since I was "Customer of the Week" at my local coffee place. You'd think my life would have changed for the better as a result. I can't say it did much for me. They still know my name there but I have to say - the glory and the honor was fleeting.

Lemon

Just to remind everyone, comments are indeed allowed on this blog. Yes, admiring silence from a distance is acceptable. But comments are encouraged. Shy? Tell me how you feel in an email.

(and no - that preceding paragraph wasn't directed at you. We talk a lot, I know. That was directed at the rest of you . They know who they are - all those parents of newborns and players of guitars and curators and writers and reality show personnel, all of you.)

I'm usually not a negative person when it comes to the NBA. I'll defend it (and basketball in general) to anyone who challenges me. I scoff at those who think football has the most excitement or baseball has the most history. You want history? Go back to the 1982 NBA playoffs. They tell you everything you need to know about America, joy, and pain (not to mention sunshine and rain). You want excitement? Take a now-forgotten playoff series in 2004 for example - the Minnesota Timberwolves and Sacramento Kings played seven thrilling mostly close and always competitive games in their western conference semifinal series. These games are mostly forgotten by people outside of Minneapolis and Sacramento (yes - even St. Paul has forgotten.) But I remember it all. I remember where I was when it started (in a living room in Santa Monica) and where it ended (in a casino in Las Vegas standing 20 feet away from Vince Vaughn.)

But this past season was a disappointment. My favorite teams (or at least the ones I get a little obsessed with) - the Timberwolves and Lakers - had dull disappointing seasons. The playoffs, except for Game 5 of the Detroit-Cleveland series and a few stray first round moments, were generally boring. We're going to pretend it never happened. The real season starts on June 27 when the NBA Draft is held and the future is planned. The real real season then begins for real in the fall. 2006-2007 never happened. 2007-2008 will happen. I promise. It can't get worse.

My favorite U2 album is still Zooropa.