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Thursday, December 31, 2015

DECEMBER 31, 2015 NEW YEAR'S EVE

New Year's Eve 2015
When holidays come in the middle of the week, I get a little discombobulated.  My schedule has seldom been a regular one and most days the view from the porch is pretty much the same.  I got a note today from my dearest friend who has been in the new year for hours!  That she reads these ramblings is such an honor.  

I wonder about others who write.  I've mentioned the new John Irving book and try to imagine how anyone can plot the kind of stuff he writes.  I can tell you all about a play I've seen in five hundred words in one sitting.  Imagining sitting down to a keyboard day after day with this whole long and involved story to tell is daunting.  Well, that and cleaning the house.  Both daunting.

Last night was a bit of a disappointment.  Lost $800! well.. the lottery scratcher I got for a buck didn't pay off..  but.. still.  : o )

P.S.  Just found the CapriTaurus website and this photo from about 1974.  Find me and win a free round trip to the kitchen!  




Happy New Year.
michaelsheehan
nye 2015

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

DECEMBER 30, 2015

wednesday!
The differences in these daily photos is pretty subtle.  My original idea was to try to take one a day at a specific time.  The AM is when these past images were made, but I may try other times of the day to show the dramatic changes that the day brings. 
4PM  December 30, 2015

That gets me a bit philosophical.  The old adage that 'life is tough and then you die' comes to mind. Reading John Irving, you know that some of the characters whom you come to care about are going to 'get it!'  In his Avenue of Miracles, he sets us up with multiple story lines and whacks the characters in different ways.  He was once kind enough to write to me when I wrote to him about an earlier novel that I'd love to see turned into a film.  I had a casting suggestion for the lead character.  Of course, forgetting that it takes many years for a movie project to become a reality, the actor I'd suggested for this particular part is now way past the age where casting him would be remotely possible.  The actor is a relative of a friend.  I met him when he was about fifteen and just beginning his career.  I almost used the term 'inevitable' when referring to what's happened to the kid since.  Rehab.  His puppy quality has long since gone away.  

If a film is ever developed for Avenue of Miracles, it'll be a casting challenge, for sure.  Irving has an Oscar for his adaptation of his own story, The Cider House Rules.  The beauty of his writing, to me, is that the characters he creates and their troubles are seldom simple.  Last I heard, he was working on adapting A Son of the Circus to the big screen.  That'll  be a real casting challenge...  if it ever gets made.  

michaelsheehan
December 30... still 2015

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

DECEMBER 29, 2015

TUESDAY..  Tuesday..  Tuesday.. 
 There used to be a lone palm tree on the horizon / crest of the hill across the way. Maybe it's just to the left where Marie Bagg's big old pine tree now encroaches.  Marie was the 'Mayor' of Cambridge Drive and walked with her doggie, Lucky, up hill and down dale almost every day. She picked weeds in her yard by bending in half and never bending her knees.   The big old pine tree was planted by her niece, Nadine, who grew up with Marie and her WWII husband, Bob.  

When Bob passed away, well into his eighties, Marie and Lucky struggled along until, the story goes, one day an intruder came to Marie's door and kicked the dog and ransacked the place.  Nadine came almost immediately and swept Marie away.  Neighbors didn't even have time to say goodbye.  Gravity and time are relentless.  

I called Marie on the phone when I learned that she had been placed in 'the home.'  She did not remember Cambridge Drive nor the forty  years that she and Bob had lived here.  She was a war bride from Belgium and her French accent was so very charming.  

One day, a lady friend of hers visiting from Belgium excitedly came to get me.  She spoke only French, but it was clear that Marie was in trouble.  We went into the house.. Marie was sitting in Bob's chair.   She looked dazed.  She spoke to me in French and to her friend in English.  My French from college was really marginal, but we worked out that Marie had had a small episode, but seemed to be recovering.  We worked out the language thing and all was well for a while.   Funny how the sunshine on a big old pine tree brings back memories. 

December 29, 2015
michaelsheehan

Monday, December 28, 2015

DECEMBER 28, 2015





December 28, 2015

Adams Hill is crispy this morning.  I still have not dealt with all of the more than fifty palm fronds that the wind delivered.
The days lengthen, but the cold persists.   

The new year looms.  I got a beautiful new kite for Christmas and went to the Rose Bowl to try it out.  A huge gathering of kids and parents and groups flooded the lawn where my kites and I like to fly.  But! I found an old parking lot where the breeze was meager, but the new Dragonfly made it up.. very briefly. 

 
 Michael Sheehan
december 28, 2015
 

Sunday, December 27, 2015

December 27, 2015


It's a chilly Sunday Morning in Glendale.  Christmas fades in the rear view mirror. 

The winds have brought down over forty fronds from the palms there to the left and the tree to the right is heavy with the fronds I am currently unable to reach.  It was a big surprise on Christmas night to have to renew my broken field running (well, high stepping) skills to navigate the driveway Christmas Night. 

The Holiday Blues abate. The remainder of  Marie Callendar's pumpkin pie calls to me, along with the Honeybaked that will be great for breakfast.

michaelsheehan
December 27, 2015

 

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Day Five


Of course,  the time of day  these images get made will not always be the same.  Ideally, it will be about Ten AM.  Hopefully, it's the subtle changes that each day brings that will become evident as the project goes on. The 'time keeper' will be the palm trees on the left, as well as the sunshine on the houses across the valley.  That's the slightly more affluent northerly side of Adams Hill. This side is somewhat more eclectic and artsy. The beauty of our neighborhood is the real  diversity here.  My quiet neighbors one street up above Columbia Drive are really wonderful.  They are in Forest Lawn.

Michael Sheehan 
December 26, 2015

Friday, December 25, 2015

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2015




Merry Christmas Day.  
Bill ERWIN plays a raucus Santa on Highway to Heaven (With Love, The Claus) this morning.  He moves a lot like my dear friend, Ken Rugg.  Bill is not to be confused with Bill Irwin, creative genius (MacArthur Award Fellow), actor/mime.   I mistakenly called him "Bill Hunt" initially, but am now fixing this mistake! 

The hill across Adams is filled with Christmas sunshine and winter chill is fading. 

Deciding how to use this collection of photos and doing my best to step back from Face Book is a challenge.  Of course, it's the challenges that we face up to that are the best way to move forward.   I wonder if I'll actually do a year's worth of images from my porch.  The Porch Project!  

Michael Sheehan
December 15, 2015



Thursday, December 24, 2015

CHRISTMAS EVE DAY

I may have this down now.  This site has been wonky, but usually that is the old Garbage in / Garbage out deal. My fault. 

I had a plan to do a photo a day from my porch here in Glendale at the same time.. noon.. each day for the next year.  The days grow longer and the shadows and the sky will change from moment to moment and I hope that just a daily photo will satisfy whatever this project is becoming.  Sticking the project into this format (One Hundred Days) is just convenient.  Ultimately, I hope to print all 365 photos and mount them chronologically somewhere.  It's all evolving. 

Seeing many Christmas wishes on Facebook is nice.  We send animated cards and emails to folks, the old Christmas Card routine fades. I was never much into that anyway.  Memories of Christmases past come up.  I wrote a letter to Santa when I was about nine.. probably still going along with the whole Santa down the chimney routine, thanking him for past gifts when I lived in Greeley

Introspection and gratitude always align .. for me.. with Christmas.  I'll send a note to the Morden sisters, Joyce and Gail, in a few minutes.  Their families shared so many Christmases with me, they felt like my own family.  Things change. Life goes on. 

Merry Christmas.
Michael Sheehan
12/24/2015

 

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

DAY TWO

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

What a difference a day makes!  


Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Winter Solstice 12.22.15

Today marks the beginning of winter: The return of light to the world.  Christians decided that Jesus was a Capricorn and here we are.  Happy Solstice. 


December 22, 2015


If I can keep up, starting today, I'll do a year long study of the view from my front porch.  They will be in chronological order which may be interesting in an installation.  
Solstice: December 22, 2015
Michael Sheehan

Sunday, December 20, 2015

TOM AND EDDIE AND THE SCENTS

OH BOY..  This blog is wonky. My theatre reviews are easier to maintain.  I don't why.  
So..  I'm composing on line, which may be problematic.. or not..  
The Linwood Dunn Theater at the Mary Pickford Center on Vine in Hollywood is a nice little room with about 286 seats. State of the art projection.  The security is a little overboard, but when paranoia and fear strike, we accommodate them as best we can.  

The Danish Girl will more than likely be up for Best Picture for the Oscars this year, with Tom Hooper and Eddie Redmayne on board to at least have nods as well.  The Q and A with Eddie and Tom was delightful.  The interviewer must have introduced himself, but I did not take note. He was the very model of what a good interviewer must be.  Knowledgeable but not smarmy.  He was informed, but allowed the guests to talk about the film, which is the best way to allow an interview to go. Surprisingly, the questions from the audience were smart and not self serving as they often are when actors stand to tout themselves and sometimes don't get to an actual question.

What impressed me most was that the film, based on real life characters, Einer and Gerda Wegener (Redmayne and Alicia Vikander), was really beautiful.  Einer was a Danish landscape painter and Gerda painted figures.  She came to prominence after painting her husband as he transitioned to become "Lily Elbe."  

 One story that director Hooper shared was of really wanting the actual paintings that Gerda made of Lily.. and herself... for the film.  He was determined until it was pointed out that Gerda's Lily was not Eddie Redmayne!  They settled for copies in the style of Gerda.  

The sincerity and authenticity of the actor and the director made the Q and A come to life. Over twelve years in the making, Hooper working on it for seven, the film coincides with the recent popular attention to Caitlyn Jenner and the growing interest in transsexual/transgender people who have been in the shadows for a long time.  In particular, Redmayne's discussion of his studying for his role and the arc of how she emerged after years of feeling confused is enlightening.  

Asked for personal anecdotes about the making of the film, Hooper told of seeing the first rushes with his editor, Melanie Oliver, who has worked with him from his beginnings as a director.  There is a Jack Russell Terrier in the film who clatters all over the place and in at least one scene steals the show.  Hooper asked Ms Oliver what she thought of the first day's work.  She paused and said, "the dog was terrific!"  

I had a problem with being taken out of the story a little with Ms Vikander's wigs.  I forgave the hair on "Lily" because we watch the couple choose her hair, a short auburn bob.  However, with Alicia's close ups, the wig she wore was very obvious. Redmayne as Einer may have had some hair help, too, but it was either his own or an excellent piece. 

Comparing the films that will doubtless be up for awards this year will be like the old apples and oranges routine. Ditto with performances.  Leonardo DiCaprio's turn in The Revenant is brutal physically and the story is a rough one.  Redmayne as Lily has a totally different struggle in the 1920's Europe with gorgeous scenery in Denmark, Paris and Germany.  The cinematography category will be a battle!  

Finally, the scents that permeated the Linwood Dunn were pretty distracting.. again.. and all I can offer is for those who are felled by body enhancements might consider a pomander or just a gasmask. I used my scarf to filter out the older women in front of me, the swarthy guy across the aisle and the cute Asian women next to me.  I don't get ill like some folks do, but it's really distracting to have one's senses so invaded. .
Take a bath, people!  Douse yourself later... after the screening! Okay?  

Happy Solstice!  I start a new art project on Tuesday!  
Michael Sheehan
12/20/15 

FROG TOWN / WAX PAPER!

I always thought that Atwater and Frogtown were the same designation.  I learned today that the folks in Frogtown pretty much call it that. The problem is that this brand new sandwich place is so hidden away, you must take up a quest to get there.  Wax Paper is run by a very nice woman, Lauren.. and I guy.. I suppose they are a couple.  She is loquacious and friendly fun.  They've spent six months turning what is sort of like half a shipping container into their tiny little cafe.  The counter on the inside seats three small people.    A few outside tables make up the major dining area.  

As local friends know, our friend, Steve Julian, KPCC's morning man and also a playwright, is in some turmoil.  His adoring wife, Felicia is by his side back and forth to UCLA and into home with issues that have to do with his cognition and movement.  

The kids at Wax Paper are fans of KPCC and National Public Radio, which we listen to at 89.3 FM.  Out of the goodness of their hearts, they are donating half of the proceeds from every sale of their new Steve Julian sandwich (others named are Larry Mantle, Lakshmi Singh and other NPR notables) to Steve and Felicia to help with their expenses.  
An interesting side bar to my finding my way.. with difficulty.. to Wax Paper today to indulge in a big Steve Julian (pork loin and other yummy stuff that is on the Wax Paper website.. ) the KPCC program was talking about Joseph Campbell and the basic Hero's Journey that is the foundation of almost every myth in every culture in the world.  haha.. I was a Hero in search of a Hero Sandwich. 

Luckily, I found my way to Wax Paper (after calling Lauren for help!) and was charmed by the space.  A simple quest and a very good sandwich.  These are pretty much designer sands that are slightly expensive, but the experience was worth the drive to Frogtown and to meet Lauren to be photographed with my "Steve Julian." 

This tiny joint is off of Riverside, off of Newell, onto Knox to Blake.  Yeh.. good luck with that!  
2902 Knox Avenue at Knox and Blake in LA.   

On another note.. after seeing 45 Days recently, with Charlotte Rampling, I rented The Night Porter with Rampling and Dirk Bogard.  A very strange story featuring Charolotte at the age of 28, gorgeous and fully engaged in the strange tale of Nazis.  At the age of 69 in 45 Days, she is still a beauty and her focus as an actor is undeterred by time.  I was not all that thrilled with the slow pace and odd circumstances of 45 Days, but seeing her in this 1974 film right after seeing her forty years later was really interesting.

Backing off from adding info on Facebook is really pretty nice.  I erase fully ninety percent of the remarks that I almost make on FB and it's a relief to just scan and bail.  

Onward to Solstice and  Christmas and the new year.  Peace. 

Michael Sheehan December 19, 2015


Saturday, December 19, 2015

FB WITHDRAWL PAGE TWO

December 19, 2015

Withdrawal from FB is a challenge.  To rely on this wonky resource for information and fun is truly addictive.  The wide range of ‘friends’ we collect is fascinating.  Some few family members, one of whom is, evidently, heavily into beyond the right wing pale in politics and religion. Another is a wonderful woman whom I have known since she was ten who now administers a good friend’s life. She has become uncommunicative because of personal stuff, all of which I am not privy to.  The vast network of actors: famous and not so famous is uplifting.  Ditto for the art world that I skirt the perimeter of.  Some are so self promotional that it’s a bit embarrassing, but social media is a sort of rumor mill and if you tout yourself enough, your reputation may bloom and blossom. 

Today, I paged down the FB page taking out references to people and other stuff that I just do not want to filter into my home.  I am superstitious to the point that just the image of a detestable person on this little screen makes me feel like I’m being invaded.   A teacher a long time ago made me aware of what television actually does. It introduces whatever is on the screen directly into the home of the viewer.  Smart producers of any media: commercials, news, theatricals : comedy or drama.. reality shows..  they know that the audience wants to see product that they like to see.  Witness shows like Maury Povich and Jerry Springer’s angry shouting stuff.  Their audience is at home slouched on the couch in the middle of the day.  Soap Operas pander to the mostly women who live vicariously through the trials and tribulations of beautiful actors and actresses whose acting skills are marginal and their problems never cease. 

Finally, and what drove me to this entry today.. again.. all is vanity..   When someone on FB announces anything, like poor Jan Munroe and his current plumbing issue..  Immediately, at least one person will recount the issue that THEY had and what THEY experienced.  It is in us.  We all draw attention back to ourselves!  Why I myself..  uh oh.. never mind.

Christmas approaches. The Winter Solstice .. formerly a very favorite event.. is nigh.  The days will grow longer again.. thank goodness… the spring is on its way.. 

My need to get SAG work is an issue, but having been ‘out’ for so long, unless a Christmas miracle pops up, financial stuff will take a hit and life will go on.  Hopefully..  healthily.

Here’s to the Holidays.  Have some fun!
Michael Sheehan

Friday, December 18, 2015

ALMOST CHRISTMAS

Apropos nada.. and maybe some stuff.

Having a terrible time getting Blogger to publish this the way I like. Fingers crossed. 

I'm frustrated with spending a great deal of time going through my Facebook page and seeing all the political crap that permeates our current consciousness.  I take time to delete photos of a certain unpopular (to me) candidate for President, it seeps into my home and ... frankly.. to coin a term.. it's icky.  I used to tease a very conservative pal, Tom Hayden (in Colorado, not the California guy),  that Donald Duck could be the President and all would remain pretty much on course. When GWB stole the election and ruined our country, I had to apologize.  The Duck would have done a better job.  

All this is to say that I'm going to try to stop snarking or praising on Facebook and allow myself the comfort of just keeping my thoughts pretty much to myself and by expressing them here, may or may not get comments.  I really don't care. It's a vanity trip.

The ideas will be random and mostly inconsequential.   

I dialed around the TV dial just now to see a very young (22) Leonardo DiCaprio as Diane Keaton's son in Marvin's Room.  This after recently attending a screening of The Revenant which stars Leo (now 41) as a tracker / guide for fur trappers in the frozen north.  A grizzled Leo shows that a kid with talent can move through a career proving himself every step of the way.  The score of Leo's new movie is magnificent.. over powering in places. The cinematography is amazing.   Bloody and cold.  Emphasis on the bloody.. and the cold.   In recent movies, the director has chosen to mat in 'warm breath' coming from the actors' mouths.  It always takes me out of the story.  In The Revenant, sometimes it's cold enough to see the characters' breathing.. sometimes not.  It's much more real and authentic.  

This recalls The Notebook, a film that a good friend was in charge of at New Line.  The scene with two young kids in the middle of a street was supposed to be working in the summer time.  Because of scheduling problems it was the middle of winter when this "warm summer" scene was shot.  There are the kids in summer attire extolling their love... with their clouds of breath issuing forth.  That's real, too, but I felt sorry for the actors freezing their tails off in the dead of winter while playing a warm summer night. 

As I said.. random and apropos nada..  Stay warm. 

Odd and disparate thoughts.michaelsheehan