I am sick, but I don't think it's because of last weekend, when Mark and I went up to LA to visit with Joseph and Rita, see a lot of art, hear a lot of poetry, and eat a lot of good food.
What we saw:
- The Museum of Jurassic Technology
- The Franz West, Art of Two Germanys/Cold War Cultures , and the Broad Contemporary Art Museum--all at LACMA.
- The Dan Graham retrospective at MOCA.
- Purple pickled eggs, chili, potato salad, pickles, and sandwiches at Philippe's. Mark had a classic beef dip with swiss cheese, and Joseph and I had lamb dips with blue cheese. We went at the height of the lunch rush; but we persevered, and the meal carried us all the way to dinner.
- Burgers and onion rings at Umami Burger. Both were amazing, but the waiters were grumpy and inefficient. I'd go back for lunch in a heartbeat, though.
- Brunch at Larkin's: I had "Maggie's Mess": Potatoes, scrambled eggs, onions,peppers, bacon hot links & chicken--pieces of fried chicken--with a bit of gravy and a biscuit.
- Sausages and beer at Wurstküche.
- Will Alexander
- Guy Bennett
- Paul Vangelisti
- Diane Ward
- Ben Ehrenreich
- Ara Shirinyan
- Andrew Maxwell
- Sesshu Foster
- Douglas Kearny
- Roberto Leni
- David Lloyd
- Estrella del Valle
- Seth Michelson
- Dennis Philips
- Saba Razvi
- Martha Ronk
- Matthew Shenoda
- Daniel Tiffany
- Molly Bendall
4 comments:
I told y'all not to eat the purple pickled eggs. Sure are good though.
I myself didn't eat any of them, based on Stan's warning. And now I'm the only one of us who hasn't become a deadly man-eating plant. Thanks, Stan--your advice means that I'm food while the others are sharing a new, leafy paradise.
i love pickled eggs in beet juice. they sell them all over pittsburgh, well in the bars. they are easy to make.
I want to know what you thought of the Museum of Jurassic Technology. The director came and spoke and showed photos of very tiny things to an auditorium full of Brown and RISD kids last year and it was like, so amazing I thought I'd never be able to close my mouth again. My advisor was sitting beside me the whole time chuckling and shaking his head and whispering, "It's not real!"
I don't know what's real anymore, is what I'm trying to say.
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