My latest favorite Tarantino-esque deconstruction is Takashi Miike’s Sukiyaki Western Django. This picture from our second day in Joshua Tree looks like one of the stylized sets from the film. Now if I could just get my paws on those western whorehouse/manga costumes…
The air has been heavy with the echo of the fires and the cars in our driveway were covered with ash, so we packed up the dogs and headed for Rimrock Ranch in the high desert north of Poineertown. We got a late start and wound up driving down dead end dirt roads in the dark, praying our truck wouldn’t sink into the sand. We finally found the place and it’s a charming compound with a few cabins and vintage Airstreams scattered around. The owner is a guy named Jim who lives in a groovy modern house on the property and plays a mean upright bass.
In the morning had coffee at the Water Canyon coffee house in Yucca Valley. Then we hit the swapmeet, where it’s hard to tell what is for sale and what’s an art installation. The picture above is Bob, the seventy-three-year-old owner of the place, who makes giant spider webs inhabited by carved wooden spiders. In the middle of the webs were the biggest purple and pink cut crystals I’ve ever seen. They looked like they belonged on the burlesque costume of the fifty-foot woman.
In the afternoon we went to Joshua Tree National Park. I’ve heard that every Joshua Tree has a soul. And every rock in that place has a story to tell.
I read at the In the Flesh reading series, with Antonia Crane, Tina Dupuy, Michael Lyn and Devan Sagliani. The event, featuring “provocative” material, is hosted monthly by Stan Kent at the Hustler Hollywood store. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I think the environment made for a fun vibe. It’s hard to be to self-serious when you’re reading next to sequined Hustler baseball caps and books like Sex for Dummies. The cafe was cute and the crowd was rowdy and I think Scott snuck away and bought a book of some kind, but I can’t be sure. Another benefit of the Hustler store- you can take shopping breaks.
I had such a good time that I went absolutely crazy and dragged the lovely and talented Michele Matheson to Allison Burns’ birthday party at Bardot. Such nice lighting fixtures in that joint. Does it mean my clubbing days are over when I’m looking at the lighting fixtures on the wall rather than the models draped over the furniture?
My talented photographer husband took this while I was getting ready for the WATCH OUT premiere at El Cid last night. There were other good pictures, too, but when I looked at them all I could see were the crooked hand towels. The night was fun and many peeps showed. It’s always an effective ice breaker when new friends see a close-up of your boobs magnified fifty times on a big screen.
I feel so very LA when I say I went to a movie premiere.
Calvin was feeling the effects of the financial crisis. Do you think I’ll get a whole new readership with entries about dog porn and the Suicide Girls?
Here is a picture of me with the Suicide Girls Radio gals at Indie 103.1. I did an interview with them Sunday night promoting my new movie WATCH OUT, directed by Steve Balderson. The most exciting things about the evening were: being in a radio station at midnight, meeting a Bigfoot hunter and wearing the headphones. I just love any opportunity to wear headphones.
Sea changes. I?ve always liked the phrase and I hear it all over the place now. On election night, we ate dry turkey and sugar snap peas while parked in front of the television with Suzanne and her three-year-old son Charlie. Charlie was tired- he sat on top of the coffee table and crawled behind the couch and refused to eat his peas. We watched as the states outlined on the map flipped from white to blue or red. It was like watching Wheel of Fortune when the winning phrase emerges from the board with sudden clarity. Our guests had just left when they announced Obama the 44th president-elect of the United States.
How can I say where my heart sat? I was a bit feverish, a bit fluish that night and I got the wicked chills, felt a surge of emotion pressing against my throat. On the screen we witnessed an outpouring of joy and hope, crowds of people hugging and waving flags and weeping. Scott and I cried and held each other on the couch and felt proud to be a part of this moment, a part of that crowd if only by proxy.
Sea changes. In a couple of months Scott and I will bring our son Tariku home from Africa and he will be able to see faces the same color as his in the White House. When he?s old enough, I will tell him about November 4, 2008. I hope by that time, we will be able to look back and see that this moment was a harbinger of true and lasting change. I hope that by the time my son is old enough to understand the significance of Obama?s election, civil rights will have been granted to every citizen of this country equally and finally.
Read ?In Our Lifetime,? a great article by Henry Louis Gates Jr.
Halloween in our neighborhood is a cross between a Tim Burton tribute party and a Disney princess death match. Most of the residents of Mount Royal get in the spooky spirit, decorating their yards and dressing up and trying to one-up each other with who has the best candy. Suzanne always wins on the candy, but we are absolutely the only house with a live Theremin on the porch, courtesy of our friend Steve-the-real-rocket-scientist. This year we had over seven hundred kids come to the house. Only two of them left crying.
Our party had a Dia Des Los Muertos theme. See our altar for our favorite dead relatives above, as well as a picture of me with the divine Venus DeMille. I went psycho-skeleton Martha Stewart this year and stayed up until the wee hours baking cookies.