c) love them in the first place
c) love them in the first place
lucky for him he isnt the only one.
i got some kitty litter the other day and a box to put it in
but he likes it outside.
he comes in every now and then walks around, takes a nap on a chair.
then lays by either the front or back door which is the signal for
he drinks a lot of water.
i got him an animal bowl because hes an animal.
we honored many including maria shriver, former mayor bloomberg, and ann curry (pictured)
they all gave such positive and inspirational speeches without being cheesy.
awards were given out and kcrw and the la weekly seemed to have won the most.
stephanie o’neill of kpcc won 4 awards, more than anyone else.
your boy welch and several of his reason peeps won awards
welch’s was on something about jackie robinson which now ive gotta read.
when bob scheer won for best website (truthdig) i told him that i went to school with his son chris
he said, were you on the daily nexus?
which surprised me that he could recall our school paper that quickly
i said, hell yeah. he said, so with matt welch?
so famous, that welch.
only through many hours of doing research about the academy do i now know that this room
the crystal ballroom
is where the very first academy awards were held.
it covered two years because it was so new.
when i told that to former LA mayor richard riordan
he said, why dont you ever put that sort of useful information in the busblog
you always write such worthless garbage.
i said, shhhhhh its all just xbi code.
and at this moment when the picture is being snapped hes saying Balderdash
food was good, duh
the LA press club is secretly run by the west coast swedish mafia who for some reason love great journalism.
on the left is rebecka, on the right is diana. diana is the most delightful whirlwind and secret weapon of the club.
she makes great things happen. and they always end up beautiful.
we are very very lucky to have diana involved in the club.
i got to see old kpcc friends, old LA Times friends, and some Nexus and digital LA peeps
maria shriver probably had the best story, for me at least.
she said when she was a girl flying in the plane as her dad was running for vice president,
she noticed that all of the people in the front of the plane, like her, the politicians
were sad and nervous and quiet and anxious.
and the people in the back of the plane, the journalists, were happy and partying
and pretty much running the whole operation.
she said thats when she decided she wanted to be in the back of the plane
with the people who could actually effect change on the planet.
amen to that.
just as vibrant, just as shocking, even funnier, and if anything: more def defying.
spike not only wrote a great story, but somehow the barbs and disses just
slide out of the actors mouths
the audience, a tenth of which admitted they had never seen the film before, howled during the comedy and applauded throughout the special screening.
when i was young this movie meant everything. back then in the back page of Jet they would show all the names of all the people who were on tv or in the movies that week. it was a small magazine and that page rarely filled up.
and here was spike with a major movie? about race? dropping the same summer day as Batman with Jack Nicholson?
today i learned spike has public enemy’s “fight the power” in the film eight times. who does that?
it was filmed on one city block in bed-stuy on a $6.5 million budget.
tonight we screened it at LACMA and i stood in the back of the red carpet reception was and Spike walked in and just stared at me as i got closer.
photogs snapped away and he just stood there and stared. finally he says The Cubs? Oh Man. Da Cubs?
i shrugged and smiled.
one reason i wore the cap was because he always represents his teams no matter how old he gets, so i should too.
then he smiled and said Nine Teen Oh EIGHT!
click click click
amazed, i retreated back to the back of the room. i was there to take a few pics and tweet a few times.
so there i was in the back, chatting with the social media woman from LACMA when i see Chuck D walk into the room. he talked with a few people and then turns around and i say, hi Chuck. and instead of just waving and cruising over to the red carpet, he comes over shakes my hand and starts talking with me.
i say hey im here with the academy, can i take a picture of you for our instagram?
and he says only if it’s us together.
elvis was a hero to most, but they never met chuck d.
everyone adjourns to the packed Bing Theater and jon singleton (boyz in the hood, poetic justic, 2 fast 2 furious) moderates the panel of the casting director, the studio head, spike, roger guenveur smith (smiley), the younger brother at the pizza shop, and chuck. its only supposed to go a half hour, it nearly goes an hour.
its insightful, fascinating, funny, and real. the crowd is laughing, everything was perfect.
then the movie is about to start and spike says first he wants to show us something special, and its a video from the white house from the president and the first lady congratulating spike on the anniversary of the film. and they say their first date involved seeing the film. and then the president thanks him for being part of what helped him woo michelle.
the film was non stop great lines, foreshadowing, and build up.
but the whole time i was nervous that the last tweet i had out there might have had a typo or something. i was paranoid. but i was right in the middle of row in the middle of the house, of all people I cant be diddling around on my phone.
so i said a little prayer like yo can you guys please make sure that tweet was ok, my hands are tied right now.
and i tried to enjoy the movie and not worry, and i pretty much succeeded.
i watched to see if you could tell it was all filmed in one block but ernest dickerson is a genius too. damn.
on the way home bought a jack in the box munchie meal: breaded chicken nuggets with melted cheese drizzled over them, curly and regular fries, two tacos and a coke for $6.
and couldnt believe chuck d (who was wearing an all black detriot cap) was so nice to me
fear of failure or success?
fear of commitment or love?
fear of being out of control or in it?
fear if being super poor or super rich?
I find that I’m often in rebellion to whatever is in front of me
While yearning for what’s behind me.
no one knew why. probably the weather. probably the parking. probably the airport.
sure there were some smart kids there but werent there smart kids everywhere?
the difference was we were down for whatever. at all times.
except early in the morning.
we would drink anything. smoke anything. eat anything. and because of that everyone kissed us.
one night all the pretty girls in town rounded up all of the junior xbi trainees
and under the light show of stars, as the waves hit the beach
they tried to steal all of our secrets by kissing them out of us.
the technique worked most of the time but that night was different.
that night was magic.
and many many more nights after that.
a few mornings were magic but only accidentally.
one morning a helicopter landed at the lagoon. we were asleep. but we woke up fast
with all the sand blowing around us and the noise and all.
i stood up and before i knew it i was in it. and flying it.
this is chopper one, the pilot said. and then he jumped out.
and that, saints, was my first day in the xbi.
and how i learned to fly.
totally cruised in tonight and walked around then made himself comfortable on the guest chair
wasnt completely satisfied with the kibble i got him and demanded grilled cheese pronto.
earlier in the night amber joined me at doomies where we split this giant vegan big mac and fries
i shouldnta been hungry because my work threw a super nice bbq picnic for us at lunch time
it included all these great selections of pop which they then scooped ice cream into, because Floats!
this was my plate. theres a turkey burger in there somewhere. and sausage. and bacon. and brie.
after eating we took pictures that turned into instant flip books
sadly my agent wont let me make books that she doesnt get 15% off. so i had to sit it out.
totally joined a clique on the way back to the office. #nbd
i was in the newsroom of the LA Times
for a moment the buzz on twitter was do not click on any link about Michael Jackson because its a virus.
people were saying that because everyones websites were going down
because the buzz everywhere was that he was dead.
even our website went down for a painfully long 53 seconds or so.
when we looked up on the tv we saw that CNN had a scroll that said unconfirmed reports were that Jackson had died at UCLA hospital but the LA Times had yet to confirm.
at the time CNN was owned by the same company that owned TMZ and TMZ decided to go out on a limb and say without any evidence or names on the record that he was dead.
so instead of CNN saying TMZ had confirmed, they did the right thing and said we Hadnt confirmed.
thus everyone went to our site and kept hitting refresh.
no one wanted him to be dead.
some of our reporters had recently been to his rehearsals or talked to people about his upcoming tour.
no one wanted him to be dead.
then of course the reporter at the hospital called into the metro desk.
and all of this, by the way was a huge buzz and then very quiet.
not quiet because we were all sad but quiet because thats how the paper was when it was running on all cylinders: it was smooth and professional and in overdrive.
and geoff boucher wrote a fantastic obit in a very short period of time with the help of elaine woo.
and harriet ryan and andrew blankstein and richard winton wrote their stories.
and chris lee.
and it was a very numbing afternoon into night.
and then over.
jk of course shes amazing. and in the latest PBS web vid she is even moreso