Little Windows

My poison.

A local church.

A Tableau of some of my Great-Aunt's lovely belongings.

A portion of my Great-Aunt's gorgeous book collection.

Fern Dell trail, Griffith Park.

Natural History Museum, Los Angeles. "First Fridays"

Summer is here, it's true. Memorial Day weekend is about to make it official-- strange to me, as I think this is the first time I have not started my summer in June. So early! We'll make up for it come August.

I have lots of adventures planned, most of them tantalizingly open-ended at the moment. I have an internship I am very excited about working on exciting and stimulating political issues, including campaign finance and reform. Plus, I am still working on learning the damn guitar. I'll get you one of these days...

Have some exciting stories I might share soon. One from today: turns out I was on TV last week. In Canada. My first appearance on morning television. The last film I was in, Joshua Tree 1951: A Portrait of James Dean, was discussed on a morning variety program in Toronto. The star and one of the producers were there. And in the clip they showed? I appeared. The film is having its world premiere this week (tomorrow in fact!) at the Seattle International Film Festival. After that, it's off to be screened around the world, quite literally. I am so excited for everyone that made it-- and I cannot wait to see what the world thinks of such a lovely piece of cinema.

Anyway, above are some pictures I have taken over the past few weeks. As I shall be galavanting around the state as per the usual soon, I will have more pictures in the near future. Assuming I do not forget my camera or lose its charger, also, unfortunately, per the usual.

A Bientot.

Well, There's This

These are pictures a friend took recently that make me laugh. There are ones I like better with other people, but I don't like to implicate accomplices. Self-indulgent, maybe. Self-entertaining, well, apparently.

My favorite part is that when I received these, I was sitting exactly the same way in a law school library (sans water gun). We learn something about ourselves everyday.

It was night, yes, but also bright, so shush.

If that face is not glamorous enough, consider that here I am less than a block from both the Magic Castle and the Kodak Theatre (or whatever it's called now).

summe(r)eading

Summer is just around the corner. Technically, for me, that season of adventure, mystery, and short shorts begins at the end of this week. I cannot wait-- the past few summers have seen me caravan across states, camp by sea and river, bask in sunlit meadows and foggy seaside villages. Last summer, amongst other adventures, I traipsed around the Southwest, buying handmade jewelry in Taos pueblo, watching lightning flash over the red formations in Sedona, and drinking prickly pear margaritas in the tower of the oldest hotel in Santa Fe. I also spent two weeks traveling California, laying out on beaches that can only be reached by fording a river, from which not a single human structure could be seen. There is a little century-old bungalow in Palo Alto were I holed up for good movies, great food, and even better company. I spent a day laying in the shadows of the Coastal Redwoods and bathing in the Eel River, a perfect span of hours I followed up with a shared bottle of Chianti in the starlight. 

Summer is the time of year I give my always present wanderlust a freer rein, a loose hand to see what can be see and do as much as possible. This summer I am not yet certain what waits behind the curtains, but I am working on some very exciting possibilities. Whatever travels and activities I fall into, I definitely have a substantial reading list compiled and waiting. Below are a selection of pieces I am particularly excited about that I hope to tackle before autumn's crisp chill descends again.

I am embarrassed I have not read this yet, so that needs to happen.

A fairly recent discovery, Mr. Jeffers wrote of the Central Coast, exposing as much love for its majesty and mystery as I feel. Beautiful words, too.

This, also, just feels necessary.

I have had this on my shelf for years, a purchase from some secondhand store pile, but given my burgeoning obsession with Californiana, I think it is time.

Last summer I read Keith Richard's "Life," so I feel it only fair to give my second-favorite Stone a chance.