A new gallery opened up in downtown Los Angeles near my old stomping grounds where I used to sublet a small studio space. I decided to go down and check it out. The location of the gallery intrigued me. It is located adjacent to a couple of other downtown districts, the Fabric District and the Toy District but isn’t quite in either one of them. Prior to the opening of this large art space the area was mostly noticeable for roaming homeless people and men’s suit stores such as Suit Fellas and The Italian Corner. If the show stinks maybe I’ll just go over and get a dope new suit.
I’m currently working on a Kindergarden through 5th grade art curriculum inspired by the Los Angeles Water Shed. I know, right, who would thing there was an actual water shed among all this concrete and Botox? Anyway, one of the projects I thought would be great for the 2nd graders would be to name some animals that live in their neighborhood and presumably drink from some of the Los Angeles rivers, creeks, reservoirs and lakes. Then we take these animals and make drawings of them on folded paper and then color these drawings. The folded paper would then be cut so that fold of the paper is on one side of the animal and it can be opened after it is cut and stood up. I love how this project is a simple gateway for kids into the idea of working with three dimensions and sculpture. I never thought of doing this large scale and with industrial plastic, but I dig it.
Right up the hill from where I live there is a guy that operates an urban farm on a corner across from the Salvation Army housing. Usually dressed in dirty Fed Ex gear, this guy collects coffee grounds from the numerous coffee shops in the area and makes it into compost. As if vats of stinking compost aren’t enough, he also has a flock of ducks and chickens and usually one turkey that crap all over the compost vats and increase the potency of his compost even more. A lot of this compost goes to feeding a grove of intense turbo-citrus that grows on the property and in the parkway outside of it. This fruit will explode your face immediately upon eating it with flavor and juice. It is always fun to hike up the hill and go check on this crazy urban farm experiment, although it is a little sad after Thanksgiving when the turkey is gone.
The Simpsons Episode “Cape Feare”
It’s Sideshow Bob! – You wrote me those letters.
– You awful man! – Stay away from my son.
– Oh, I’ll stay away from your son, all right.
Stay away forever.
– Oh, no! – Wait a minute.
That’s no good.
[ Grumbles ] [ Footsteps Departing, Running Footsteps Approaching ] Wait.
I’ve got a good one now.
Marge, say ”Stay away from my son” again.
– No! – [ Grumbles ] [ Creaking ] [ Grunting ] – [ Singsongy ] And turn and flex.
– And shake and bounce and turn.
And flex and shake and bounce.
Now Sideshow Bob can’t get in without me knowing.
And once a man is in your home, anything you do to him – is nice and legal.
– Is that so? Oh, Flanders, won’t you join me in my kitchen? – [ Door Opens ] – [ Sinister Laugh ] – Uh, doesn’t work if you invite him.
– Hidilly-hey! Now don’t you fret.
When I’m through he won’t set foot in this town again.
– I can be very, very persuasive.
– [ Cocks Gun ] [ Siren Wailing In Distance ] – Come on! Leave town! – No.
– I’ll be your friend.
Oh, you’re mean.
The following neighborhood residents will not be killed by me: Ned Flanders – Maude Flanders.
– Oh, isn’t that nice? Homer Simpson, Marge Simpson Lisa Simpson, that little baby Simpson.
– That is all.
– Whoo-hoo! Did you hear, Bart? Eh– Oh.
[ Door Creaks ] Don’t worry, Mrs.
We’ve helped hundreds of people in danger.
We’ll give you a new name, a new job, new identities.
Whoo! I wanna be John Elway.
– [ Crowd Cheering ] – [ Indistinct Yelling ] [ Announcer ] Elway takes the snap and runs it in for a touchdown.
! Thanks to Elway’s patented last-second magic the fnal score of Super Bowl XXX– Denver, 7 San Francisco, 56.
– Whoo-hoo! – I don’t think this is such a good idea.
This isn’t just because of Sideshow Bob.
It’s a chance to turn around all our stinkin’ lives.
I’ll be Gus, the loveable chimney sweep.
Clean as a whistle.
Sharp as a thistle.
– Best in all Westminster.
Yeah! – Shut up, boy.
We have places your family can hide in peace and security.
Cape Fear, Terror Lake, New Horrorfield, Screamville.
– Ooh, Ice Creamville.
– No, Screamville.
– [ Screams ] – Tell you what, sir.
From now on, you’ll be, uh, Homer Thompson at Terror Lake.
Let’s just practice a bit, hmm? When I say, ”Hello, Mr.
Thompson,” you’ll say, ”Hi.
” – Check.
– Hello, Mr.
Remember now– your name is Homer Thompson.
– I gotcha.
– Hello, Mr.
[ Groans ] Now, when I say, ”Hello, Mr.
Thompson” and press down on your foot, you smile and nod.
– No problem.
– Hello, Mr.Thompson.
I think he’s talking to you.