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Seriously, Joe, you should be quite proud of your work. http://www.flickr.com/photos/sandiegojoe/27866791…— July 22, 2009 1:01 p.m.
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Holy cow, tiki, these are right up there with Perry's work! I love them, esp. the ocotillo! Keep on keepin' on with that camera! I also grew up camping in Anza Borrego--Hawk Canyon, with all the redtail nests--we always brought binocs and saw the new fledglings peeping out from the red cliffs... Yes, it was one of those nights and what a landscape... Dotted with scrub and tumbleweed, lit only by the stars, and dozens of tiny flashlight spots, we stumbled out across an expanse of wash toward a giant flickering screen, to find a bunch of hipsters around a trashcan filled with ice-cold beers. Wish I had photos of it for you! Got to speak there with artist Andrea Zittel about Smithson and one of her favorite artists, Donald Judd--look her work up on High Desert Test Sites--have you seen all the artists' work out there in JT? You'd love it, esp. hers--she has these strange otherworldly "life stations" that look like little silver alien pods. She's got some land out there to display them.— July 22, 2009 12:51 p.m.
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Yes, I recognized and like Perry's stuff, as well as the nostalgia for desert-y and deserted places. You might like (or even know) the artist Ed Ruscha's 26 Gasoline Stations? It was at the La Jolla Museum of Contemp. Art recently. My so-called doctoral dissertation is supposed to be on a guy who did big desert earth works in the 70s--Robert Smithson. Love anything desert, anything contemplative and evocative of desert stillness, in B & W, with those clean horizon lines. Out of the way funky cafes and stops...middle of nowhere random shots of little things people tend to miss. Went to see a film in the middle of Joshua Tree last summer. The filmmaker was there and they set up a huge screen in the desert; film was a loop of setting a desert house on fire. We all lay on the sand and sipped Tecate, watching it over and over. Fantastic!— July 22, 2009 12:06 p.m.
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Btw, just read a really cool Sedaris piece (one of his monologues) in a New Yorker--not sure which one, as we always have a bunch of back issues lying around in the bath and livingroom. So he's on a cross-country train, and parties with this older guy, one of these hopeless drunks hanging out in the bar car. The descriptions of the people in the bar car, and of sneaking into the ladies' 'lounge' car to smoke and drink are so real--evokes one's early twenties, and getting into a little mischief. The disconnect and yet some kind of emotional meeting between Sedaris and this macho but beaten down guy is worth picking up on.— July 22, 2009 12:01 p.m.
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That is a sweet scenario of visual and aural textures. For your nostalgia for a certain era, you may prefer the Beats' prose... I had to look up Neil Gaiman. He wrote the novella behind that animated film "Coraline," which I did have a curious urge to see. Any good?— July 22, 2009 11:15 a.m.
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Exactly. Hooliganism is a dangerous outlet for expression of social ills and attendant frustrations.— July 22, 2009 10:37 a.m.
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Well, it's really thanks to refried for reintroducing me to him. I 'get' his characters, and really like all kinds of literature, though it will take more convincing from refried to get me into the Beats--found them to have all the bravado and d**k waving, and none of the hard bitten undercurrents of feeling of Bukowski, or the clever wit of the French decadents. 'Course, many classmates were always mad for the Beats, though...— July 22, 2009 10:32 a.m.
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Great article, obrox! The author wrote: "One thing that surprised me was that none of the samples I tasted were excessively hot. All had a nice, pleasant “zing” to them. They ranged from mild to what I would call medium heat, but none sent me frantically grabbing for water." The reason they shy away from the heat in competition is because really spicy items never win. I found this out entering my made -with-chipotle in adobo sauce avocado enchiladas at the Fallbrook Avo Festival a couple of years back--I even knew a judge--and didn't place, though clearly, my dish was the best in taste and presentation.— July 22, 2009 10:25 a.m.
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I can seriously relate to your issue. How about just ONE bowl of chili from your favorite vendor? Max, two? If I lived in OB, I'd enter my vegetarian chili recipe. A whole bottle of spicy shiraz goes into this beauty--no one asks 'where's the beef'--ever. They are too busy burying their noses in their bowls.— July 22, 2009 10:15 a.m.
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Nicely written, shizzyfinn! Sorry we missed it--are there veg chilis to be had?— July 21, 2009 4:31 p.m.