Remembering John Lennon

Today is the 29th anniversary of John Lennon's murder outside his Dakota appartment in New York City.

I remember the day it happened. I was in high school and I heard the news from my English teacher. Instead of teaching us that day, she played his songs and cried. All the students looked at each other, feeling awkward. We were a little too young to understand what all the fuss was about.

Years later, I travelled to Strawberry Fields in Manhattan and saw the memorial. His message of peace and love still holds strong.

Perhaps more now than ever.

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Street Art

Taking pictures is one of my favorite things to do. I think it drives my friends a little batty when I always want to stop and snap a photo but they should realize how blessed they are to be in the presence of such a creative mind.

Anyhoo ...

I realized that I've got a couple of interesting street art photos taken during my travels.

And guess what? I've decided to share them with you. Now you are blessed too.

This one is all the way from Austin, Texas. I sense a Cash/M.A.S.H theme.

And these angry squiggle faces are from Amsterdam.

And with all the pot smoking going on there, you would think it would all be happy graffiti. Au contraire, mon frere.

This one I snapped just recently. I have no idea what the artist is trying to say but it is interesting. This mural is from the Los Feliz neighborhood of Los Angeles.

I'm guessing this one was done by a Russian. Or maybe not. It is located in Key West and people just make up shit down there.

Intentional spelling mistake? Once again, in Key West, people make up their own rules.

Nothing says happiness like a big blue eye crying tears.

You can see this big bad baby in the Venice neighborhood of Los Angeles. In Venice, people look homeless but apparently they have enough money for paint (and pot).

At least they know how to prioritize.

And this one is also in Venice. That's me in the lower left hand corner. Even though I sat there for several minutes, no one gave me work or food. Damn this economy!

And right beside Venice is the more uppity Santa Monica neighborhood where this classy piece of artwork is located.

I've never seen Patrick wear sunglasses before. Why does he need them? He lives under the sea for godsakes.

Of course, he also wears pants which are likewise unnecessary.

And surprise, surprise, there are some creative types in Hollywood who like to paint on walls. I'm guessing this mural was not based on an actual photo but I could be wrong.

Funniest thing I've seen today

The Laptop Steering Wheel Desk is the hit of the season. Read the reviews and found out what a great gift this invention is.

I'm going to buy at least 3.

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Breakfast at The Alcove

This morning I decided to have breakfast at The Alcove which is an awesome little restaurant in Los Feliz.

Although I am enjoying my Salmon platter immensely, I am secretly hoping to be discovered here by a casting agent.

A few people have looked at me but I think it was because I was staring at them first.

I must try to look more alluring.

I wonder how long I can sit here and drink coffee ...





-- Posted from my iPhone

Snuggly Dusty

Just thought I would post a Dusty pic.

Life can be pretty good no matter how old you are.



-- Posted from my iPhone

Why I hate Artie Lange

I suppose I got what I deserved.

Last week, I ran into a bookstore hoping to pick up an easy read. Something funny. Preferably autobiographical. A best seller would do. My eyes landed on Artie Lange's (relatively) new book, Too Fat to Fish and after flipping through a couple of pages, I knew it was what I wanted. I grabbed the paperback edition and headed for the counter.

Artie Lange is best known for his appearances on Howard Stern. He has made a few movies but as I soon found out, his personality is much better suited to live radio than it is to working long hours on a film set. He is definitely a "shock jock"; he isn't afraid to say what is on his mind and his mind is a rotting cesspool of shit and vomit which you might expect from a regular on the Stern show.

The book starts out in a nostalgic way. He talks about his bizarre meeting as a baby with Frankie Valli, his love of baseball and his happy upbringing. The tone of the book gets obviously darker when he writes about the accident which left his father a quadriplegic and his family's subsequent struggle for survival. He made his way to New York and after three and half years of trying to break into the biz, he landed a sweet role on the new show MADtv. This seemed to be when the real insanity started and he indulged in a lot of booze, coke, heroin, pills ... oh who the hell cares?

The guy is just another dumb asshole.

He was given opportunities in life that thousands of people would kill for and he self destructs. Despite his grand fuckups, people in the entertainment industry looked the other way. Even though he promised Bob Saget and Norm McDonald that he was clean so that he could be in their stupid movie Dirty Work, he tried to score drugs right in front of them even before he had got the coveted part. He still managed to get cast in a starring role despite the fact that he was a loser and a liar. Yep, Hollywood is the only town where you can fail upwards.

This guy has obviously burned a lot of bridges in his career and in some ways he seemed apologetic. He thanked several people (even a coke whore) for saving his life even though he has no value for life. He described in detail his one attempt at suicide and it truly is amazing that he was found before he completed the plan. You would think that Artie would be a lot nicer to people in general after all the help he has received but NOPE, he is 100% certified grade A fuckwad who will be that way till the day he dies.

I think I would hate him more if he were good looking with a smokin' hot wife. Thankfully, God has been merciless in giving him the body of a whale and the face of coked out pedophile. He looks like he stinks and any whore who is willing to sleep with him truly deserves what she gets. Fortunately for him, the Stern show specializes in these type of dumb broads and the smell of celebrity makes them forget about fat, sweat and stupid jokes.

On the back of the book, the cover reads "We don't want to make you feel bad or anything but the author of this book may be dead soon."

We can only hope.

Bag gives birth to kitten!!

Incredible but true!

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