ART IN MY MIND

My dream last night involved rearranging art that was in my mind. No, not art I was thinking about, but actually art that belonged in my head. The works were mainly black with a few streaks of strategically placed colors like red or blue. I was moving them around and waiting for them to download into their new positions. As if I were a computer, working hard, I felt exhausted during this time and remember waking up half way to note this fact. I love how dreams feel so real that they don't seem strange at the time.

Then, I dreamt about having an interview where I was (still) so tired that I tried so hard to keep my eyes open while the interview was talking, but it just didn't work. As I was leaving (needless to say it didn't go well) I realized I left my purse. It was a dark color and the office areas were full of really dark shadows so I couldn't find it anywhere. I was looking forever. There was a time when I would dream that I was the one showing people where their stuff was. They couldn't see what was in front of them. Hmm...

Today at work, I found a Polaroid camera and wondered how long it was sitting there and if there was film left in it. There was one picture left, and here's my self portrait.

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It's movie week. 

Tuesday: Iron Man at the Highland Park 3 theater with the neighbors. Three dollars for bad sound, stinky air and a rowdy crowd (it's improved over the years). I wouldn't have paid any more for that movie. Downey was good and that's all I can say.

Wednesday: Midnight at Weimer's house. We've been having movie night at my landlord's house. I have the same description for the place as the Highland 3 (it's gotten worse over the years). I wouldn't change it for the world. He knew most of Midnight's cast and he acquired the iron gate on Ave 46 from writer Charles Brackett's house after he passed away.

Thursday: A free screening of Manifesto at AUTOMAT (vending machine store next door based -loosely- on the NY version). Dina and I ate spelt/apple snacks while drinking Tecate and watching this artsy film about the Unabomber. Ted Kaczynski's brother was played by one of the artists we've represented at the gallery. 

SUNDAY'S FLOATING CHURCH

With nine feet of water under me, I swam through a religious experience. The sky blue; the air breezy; the water cool; the mood peaceful; the body (fairly) strong; the mind clear. I could hardly believe the perfection. At one point there was only one other person in the pool with me and she was doing some rather interesting exercises. It was so quiet and the stresses of life lifted for that 40 minutes. Hallelujah, right?

I'm starting my mother's version of the grape fast today. Have I ever fasted?! I think I'm going to need a little luck.

PS - I am slacking on the celebrity postings, but I saw Jack Black, Zachary Quinto and some others in the last 24 hours.

THE POOL THAT RULES

This city keeps revealing hidden treasures, even after seven years of being here. And, so many within a few miles of our house. Just within the last few months I've hit the jackpot on several occasions. While looking for a bright-colored dress for my sister-in-laws Cape Cod wedding, I found Shareen Vintage where I bought a lovely silk green dress that is rockin'. Then, when I was dog sitting for my sister, I actually walked through LA Historic State Park (which was formerly used for the cornfield project) and it was such a great experience. I've driven by this park almost everyday since I moved here and have seen it go through all it's transformations. Glad that pup made the introduction. Then, I happened across Elysian Park's trails, which were so satifying. I think the kicker, though, has been finding Glassell Park Pool. It's open year-round and free with a library card. Does that rock or what?

TIME'S A TICKIN'