Monet paints the Houses of Parliament, London
in the fog, 1904. [Musee d'Orsay, Paris].
Los Angeles, looking north to Fifth Street. We've had a lot of morning fog lately.
Last night, while the big Impressionist and Modern Painting Sales were taking place at the auction houses in New York, Eduardo and I attended the Promising Writers Series at Different Light Bookstore hosted by Noel Alumit in West Hollywood. Always a treat to get out and mingle with other writers including at least one WGA member, which reminded us all (if anyone needed reminding) of the Writer's Strike, about which many of you have inquired. Certainly it is on many people's minds and in their blogs [see recent Defamer coverage, among others] and impinges on all our lives, some sooner than later. Have not had to cross any picket lines, but the gym was considerably busier yesterday, and we tried to decide if the extra crowd was made up of writers or perhaps below-the-line crew of shows now shut down. There were a few individuals wandering about blinking and acting faintly annoyed and disoriented, but in truth they were mostly the regulars, and everybody else pretty much looked like they could be gainfully employed in any number of fields and professions, in front of the camera if not behind it.
Meanwhile, I note with great relief and pleasure that R.H. of World Class Stupid is back from The Land of the Rising Sun and we can look forward to many entertaining tales of his adventures.
Also, the idefatigable A.C. of LA Brain Terrain has found a new blog Self Divider which I encourage you to visit, and likewise The Nonist has been recommended by M.W. of Rabbit Meets Hat.
And sadly, I note along with J.C. the passing of writer and translator Paul Roche, who had a long-term relationship with the Bloomsbury painter Duncan Grant.
Today seems to be all about links [and I forget sometimes to embed them so they open in new windows, so be careful]. It could be the Strike or the fog or the sales results or something else.
But sometimes it's hard to pull it all together.
Last night, while the big Impressionist and Modern Painting Sales were taking place at the auction houses in New York, Eduardo and I attended the Promising Writers Series at Different Light Bookstore hosted by Noel Alumit in West Hollywood. Always a treat to get out and mingle with other writers including at least one WGA member, which reminded us all (if anyone needed reminding) of the Writer's Strike, about which many of you have inquired. Certainly it is on many people's minds and in their blogs [see recent Defamer coverage, among others] and impinges on all our lives, some sooner than later. Have not had to cross any picket lines, but the gym was considerably busier yesterday, and we tried to decide if the extra crowd was made up of writers or perhaps below-the-line crew of shows now shut down. There were a few individuals wandering about blinking and acting faintly annoyed and disoriented, but in truth they were mostly the regulars, and everybody else pretty much looked like they could be gainfully employed in any number of fields and professions, in front of the camera if not behind it.
Meanwhile, I note with great relief and pleasure that R.H. of World Class Stupid is back from The Land of the Rising Sun and we can look forward to many entertaining tales of his adventures.
Also, the idefatigable A.C. of LA Brain Terrain has found a new blog Self Divider which I encourage you to visit, and likewise The Nonist has been recommended by M.W. of Rabbit Meets Hat.
And sadly, I note along with J.C. the passing of writer and translator Paul Roche, who had a long-term relationship with the Bloomsbury painter Duncan Grant.
Today seems to be all about links [and I forget sometimes to embed them so they open in new windows, so be careful]. It could be the Strike or the fog or the sales results or something else.
But sometimes it's hard to pull it all together.
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