RETURN OF THE MUMMY: REVENGE OF OSCAR

RETURN OF THE MUMMY: REVENGE OF OSCAR

On a recent outing to the movies, roving photographer, Jon Smilowitz, caught these shots with his cellphone cam.

The recent rain must have given the set designers a panic. To cope, the golden statues were mummified in Saran Wrap. I do hope they don't walk off tonight in search of refuge in some plastic cocooned Egyptian coffin. Perhaps they will make their way to the nearby Egyptian Theater.

The ghostly statues attire is reminiscent of the pop fashion clear plastic dresses of the '70's. I think LA should leave them this way and make a real fashion statement.

All this leaves the Oz blogger wondering: Does "Hip" really contradict a sense of humor?

I feel such camp movie potential here. Maybe a "Rocky Horror Picture Show" meets "Return of the Mummy"? Dead actress start popping up asphyxiated with plastic wrap over their contorted mouths. Enter Philip Marlow (or Abott & Costello?) to chase down the golden ghouls.

TANGENT: Check out "The Clickable Mummy" for fun with preservation!

Technorati Tags: Academy Awards, Hollywood, Mummy, Oscar, Statue

SEASONAL OUTLOOK ON LA: REALITY-BASED WEATHER

Seasonal Outlook on LA: Reality-Based Weather

winter, spring, summer and f-all
all you need to do is c-all
James Taylor, You Got a Friend

The sky in LA was the color of the reflection of water. It was a drive with the top down day. It was a "welcome home from D.C. " day. The birds actually chirped (really!).

My father commented that I had "fought D.C. every step of the way, always converting the time to LA time" in general not accepting where I was. Clearly I had a bad case of weather denial.

Speaking of denial. Those of us who migrated from the East cling to the seasons of our prior home insisting on the structure of our former geography. For example, "wow, it's really hot for January", or "why hasn't summer started? it's already July" or "how weird to be wearing shorts when putting up the Christmas tree".

So here's my proposal: Let's accept reality and change our nomenclature to "reality-based" seasons. I suggest the following:

Spring: October-January
Summer: February-April
June Gloom: May-July
Simmer: August-September

The wikipedia community explains it all clearly, as follows:

In temperate and polar regions generally four seasons are recognized: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. In some tropical and subtropical regions it is more common to speak of the rainy season versus the dry season, as the amount of precipitation may vary more dramatically than the average temperature. In other tropical areas a three-way division into hot, rainy and cool season is used. In some parts of the world, special "seasons" are loosely defined based upon important events such as a hurricane season, tornado season, wildfire season or a sport season.

Have a better idea? Send in your reality-based weather suggestions!


TANGENT: Two funny movies that use the same LA-weatherman joke (wow, it's 73 degrees again folks!): Steven Martin in "LA Story" and Bill Murray in "Groundhog Day"


Technorati Tags: LA, Los Angeles, Seasons, Weather

EMERALD LANDING PAD

Aren't there enough blogs on LA already? Oh hell, there's got to be room for just one more! LA's Emerald City blog began as a spinoff of Lofty Thoughts (Loft Living in NorthEast LA); a place with room for observations on the city as a whole.

This blog is inspired by my love affair with the city (across the spectrum of glowing honeymoon period to mature relationship).

To catch up, check these posts on the never-ending-story:

• My Emerald City - Corn or Poppies?
• Why Would Anybody Want to Leave LA?
  

WHY WOULD ANYBODY WANT TO LEAVE LA?

You have to wonder about a city that inspires so many songs about getting the hell out...Song writers from Burt Bacharach to Irving Berlin are very clear on their sentiments of our town:

Do you know the way to San Jose?
I'm going back to find some piece of mind San Jose
L. A. is a great big freeway
Put a hundred down and buy a car
In a week - maybe two - they'll make you a star
Weeks turn into years and quickly pass
And all the stars that never were
are parkin' cars and pumpin' gas
I've got lots of friends in San Jose
Can't wait to get back to San Jose --Burt Bacharach

Sometimes a writer tries to pen a tune about his longing to get out of town, but finds the whole first verse has been censored!

The sun is shining/the grass is green/orange palm trees sway/there never been such a day in beverly hills/but it's December the twenty-fourth/ and I'm longing to be up north" -- Irving Berlin from the "Lost" first verse of "White Christmas"

Learn more about the original satirical first verse at "I'm Dreaming of a Jewish Christmas"

Beth Hart left no room for editing when she belted out:

Man I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town and out of L.A.
-- Beth Hart, "LA Song"

I'll sign out with a rejoinder from the late 2Pac:

"To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see."

Peace Out


Technorati Tags: LA, Los Angeles, Burt Bacharach, Irving Berlin, White Christmas, Beth Hart