Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Museum of Ice Cream

 
 Welcome to the Museum of Ice Cream

The pop-up Museum of Ice Cream has come to Los Angeles! Reportedly sold-out when it was in NYC, the "museum" is actually a large art installation spread throughout several rooms of an old one-story building on the far east (i.e., industrial) side of downtown L.A. You know you've arrived when you suddenly see an otherwise nondescript facility that's painted bright strawberry-ice-cream pink.

Not knowing exactly how long it would take us to get there, we left way early this morning and arrived a half-hour before our ticket time. (You have to buy tickets in advance.) So we were invited to play in an adjacent open space setup with hula-hoops and other outdoor games for kids. The rest of our group was mostly young couples and moms with small children.

Waiting to go in: wall painted in milk bottles

 
 Ice cream cones on the sidewalk

We were invited inside at 11AM. The lobby, painted pink, was decorated in all sorts of candies and desserts. There, we were told the museum rules—we could stay as long as we wanted in each room, but could not go back to previous rooms. We were then set loose to enter a mysterious—yes, pink!—door. (The rest is something of a spoiler, so don't continue if you want to be surprised when you visit.)

 
Lobby decorations: how many sweets can you find and name?

On the other side of the door was another pink room lined with pink telephones. Following directions, we each picked-up a receiver and listened to a famous actor (my lips are sealed) describe what we were about to experience. He told us to jump for joy, if we were excited, and then asked us to yell out our favorite ice cream flavor.

 
 Pink telephones!

Awaiting instructions
 
We then went through a door to another room, where we got to sample our first scoop of ice cream: banana and caramel. Not my thing, but Tim (obviously) loved it (below).

Happy boy!

 
Pretending to love banana ice cream

 
I did love the ice cream cone sculpture, though, and
pink-and-yellow tropical wallpaper!

 
 Funny, ice-cream-related "walk of fame" stars on the floor:
Dwayne "the Rocky Road" Johnson

From there, we turned a corner to find a room—my favorite!—filled with plastic bananas hanging from the rafters. Very clever and so unexpected—I couldn't stop laughing.

 
Hmmm . . . Not sure what's going on here . . .

 
But did love the hundreds of fake yellow . . .  

 
and, of course, pink bananas! 

We then followed a (simulated) waffle cone wall around to a mint room, where we had our second ice cream sample: Japanese mint chocolate chip ice cream, called mochi, covered in ground sticky rice. Tasty but odd.

Fake waffle cone wall

 
Melting popiscles

 
Fun!
 
Next up: a room filled with (fake) melting popsicles, followed by a room featuring giant plastic gummy bears. A museum employee doled out real gummy bear samples, explaining that only in the U.S. do green gummies taste like strawberry. Red gummies, on the other hand, are raspberry. Who knew?

 
Tim waiting to go into the next room

The final art installation included pointy cones filled with black  ice cream stuck onto two walls as well as into the eye of Michelangelo's David. The ice cream sample wasn't ice cream, at all, but black raw cookie dough stuffed into a small cone. Yikes! Tim had one, but I passed.

 
Poor David!

We skipped the pool filled with candy sprinkles—apparently a highlight of the visit, but not very appetizing to us—and instead went straight to the gift shop and our final sample: french toast ice cream sandwiches! Chewy but good.

The entire visit took about 30 minutes. The verdict: kitschy but fun! If you don't live in the L.A. area, I highly recommend combining your museum visit with other downtown sights, because you'll probably end-up standing on line outside the museum longer than you'll be inside. Also, this is a pop-up, so get your tickets fast. The museum will soon be gone.

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Carlsbad Flower Fields

 
Ranunculus everywhere!
 
When Tim and I lived in San Diego, we would marvel every springtime when the ranunculus bloomed at Carlsbad Ranch along the I-5. In those days, the only thing separating the fields from the freeway was the Pea Soup Andersen windmill. I swear I don't know how there wasn't a traffic jam every day from people just stopping to gawk at the flowers' beauty.

An outlet mall and car dealership now block the view. But if you look quickly, you can still catch a glimpse of the flowers as you zip north through Carlsbad. The owners sold half the land to developers after we left San Diego. However, the city has apparently promised to retain the remaining flower fields, which are open to the public from March 1 until early May every spring.

En route back home from San Diego, last week, I decided to stop and take photos of the ranunculus. Luckily I arrived at 9:30AM, because an hour later the parking lot was full of drivers trolling for a spot. There was a short ticket line when I got there: adults $14, seniors $13 and kids $7. For an extra $3 I could have ridden on an old tractor that takes passengers around the perimeter of the fields and drops them at the top. I opted to walk on my own.

The fields were nothing short of spectacular. Variegated flowers are planted at the foot of the hill, followed by wide swaths of single color-plants: yellow, white, pink, red, and orange. The effect is breath-taking. Selfie sticks were in abundance as people couldn't get enough of taking pictures of themselves in front of the fields.

I found a maze covered in sweetpea vines, away from the rest of the fields. I entered and soon got stuck. Yikes! Thank goodness two youngsters were running through, so I followed them out. I then made my way up the hill, so I could see the fields and ocean beyond. Again, the view was just glorious.

Unfortunately, everyone has to pass through an area filled with booths festooned in handmade geegaws, t-shirts, and jewelry before entering the fields. Plus everybody is forced to exit through an Armstrong garden supply store. Far too commercial and touristy.

Still, I was completely in heaven as I wandered on my own for an hour

If you love flowers, gardening, and/or color, you must take a trip to see the ranunculus of Carlsbad, if not this year then certainly next. . .

Looking up from the foot of the fields

 
Approaching the top

 
Pink ranunculus

 
Endless flowers

 
View from the top of the fields—Pea Soup Andersen
windmill in the distance and the ocean beyond

 
Orange ranunculus

 

 

Red ranunculus

 


Yellow ranunculus

Sunday, March 05, 2017

So Long, KABC/KLOS Radio Studios


 

In the summer of 1951, my grandparents sent my mom to Los Angeles to visit her sister, who had recently moved from NYC. They said the trip was her gift for graduating high school, but Mom knew they were really getting her away from her much-too-serious boyfriend. The plan worked, but backfired. Though she did forget the boyfriend, she quickly found a new love—the state of California!—and so wrote to her parents that if they ever wanted to see her again, they would have to move to L.A. Within weeks, they sold their apartment in NYC, flew to California and bought a house on Genesee Avenue, a block east of La Cienega Blvd. in Los Angeles. Nana and Abuelo lived there until they died in the 1970s.

I have fond memories of my grandparents’ home, which we visited at least once a month when I was a kid. The neighborhood was far more racially diverse than my hometown, Burbank. Even more fascinating, however, was the radio station, located just a block away on La Cienega. I no longer remember the actual station facility, but I do have vivid memories of its two towers that stood tall day and night, rain or shine. Little did I know that my future husband would eventually work there.

Tim became a radio engineer at KABC/KLOS in 1996, during the heyday of “AM talk radio” and FM’s Mark & Brian morning show. He loved every minute of his job until, 11 years later, parent company Disney sold the station to another media conglomerate. Tim then moved on to KSPN. Still, we were both devastated, last year, when we heard the studios and towers were sold and would be demolished to make way for a huge condo complex. 

The towers, which were erected in the late 1930s, came down last week. The building, as you can see below, has been gutted and will soon be razed. A sad ending to an important era and, I fear, perhaps a sign of more change ahead as radio is slowly replaced by other far trendier media.

 
Gutting the station facility

 
Empty terminal room

 
Wires and other detritus

 
Dark hallways

 
Empty room that once held countless cubicles

 
Solitary studio sign

Outside: Peter Frampton's concrete hand and feet prints

William Shatner, as well—but too heavy to bring home (sob . . .)

The towers, two weeks before demolition

Working on Tower 1

Tim's video of Tower 1 coming down

Next morning: Tower 1 down

Tower 2, still standing proud

Tim's video of Tower 2 coming down

My video of Tower 2—exhilarating to watch, but very, very sad

Fallen Tower 2

Both towers now down

Parking lot monument: 
KLOS-KABC
Old Building 
(i.e., original studios)
1937-1993

Friday, March 03, 2017

Passport to . . . HELL!


 
Tim and wrong birth certificates 
 
Guest blogger Tim shares a cautionary tale about renewing his passport . . . 
 
I realized in mid-December that my passport had expired in March 2016. Time to renew! 

Going online I accessed all the PDF forms, filled them out and had a couple of pictures taken at the FedEx store. I wanted to get it as soon as possible, so I decided to mail all the pages to the “expedite” address. I re-checked all the forms to insure my info was correct, stuffed them in an envelope along with my expired passport and went off to the post office. Only after I had returned home did I realize that I had not enclosed the check for the various fees involved. Is this the kind of crap I’m going to go through as I age, forgetting the easy stuff?

I called the State Dept. in a panic. The clerk said, “Don’t worry about it. When they see there’s no check, they’ll send the whole package back to you. Give it a couple of weeks.” That was on December 27.

Nothing by January 23, so I called them back. The clerk looked through their database; no record of my stuff. “Consider it lost” was the casual reply. “You’ll need to fill out a form DS-64 for a lost passport along with all the other forms you filled out.” 

Luckily, I had saved the completed forms on my desktop; no big deal. She also informed me that since I was now applying for a lost passport I needed to go in person to complete the process. Looking on-line, I saw that Culver City had an office at City Hall that did the processing. Email for an appointment. I did and got a date in early April. No way! What if I got the urge to jet off to Paris? I’d have to wait until April (cue the Count Basie version of “April in Paris”). The only other local place was Santa Monica with a date of March 16. I made the appointment with an eye toward looking for an earlier date elsewhere.

This is when I learned about the post office on Airport Blvd near LAX. No appointment needed! Come on down! They do all the processing on a first-come-first-served basis—open 9AM to 4PM. I gathered all my paperwork, birth certificate, photo and drivers license, and headed down around 9:30 the next morning. 

There is a two-step process at the post office. First you stand on line to show your paperwork to a postal worker, who makes sure you have all the forms filled out correctly (black ink only) and have your IDs and birth certificates all in order. Then he sends you to a room where you are actually interviewed and the paperwork is processed and paid for. It is a slow-motion process, just like the DMV. It also seemed that 50% of the people had something wrong with their paperwork and were sent off to correct it, this after spending 45 minutes in line. I thought “Man, am I glad I’ve got MY shit together!” 

My turn arrived at the window and the clerk looked at my pile of papers and asked, “What’s this?” pointing to my birth certificate. I explained the obvious. “We do not take hospital birth certificates,” he explained. “It must be the one issued by the county.” I pictured Seinfeld’s Soup Nazi yelling at me, “No passport for you!” while pointing to the door. I know I didn’t have a county issued birth certificate, but I did recall having a “Certified Abstract of Birth” issued by L.A. County somewhere at home. I believe I used it when I got my original passport back in 1989.

Went home, found it and made plans to go back the next day. Went through the line again, this time in only 35 minutes. This time he said, “We don’t take abstracts anymore. It must be an actual copy of the certificate issued by the county. You can go to the courthouse just off I-105 and Sepulveda and order it from there” He pointed out the small print on the form, where it says this, as his arm once again gestured toward the exit. 

My head was starting to hurt as I drove down to the courthouse. I filled out the form on the computer in the lobby and went to the window. $28 later I was told that it should arrive within 20 days. I asked the clerk about the abstract not being good anymore. “Ever since 9/11, they quit taking those,” was the response. The terrorists, I concluded, have indeed won.

I received my copy in the mail in under 20 days. Went early today to beat the line. Got there at 8:20AM and there were about 25 people already in line. To pass the time I timed the interval between jets screaming directly overhead us as they landed on the north runway at LAX—every 2.5 minutes on average. Door opened at 9AM. Several people turned away again at the first checkpoint. Finally got to the window around 10:15AM. I was good. He said my first lesson in this should be “don’t lose your passport.” I wanted to tell him I wasn’t the one who lost it, but just smiled instead and said “yup.” Onto the next room.

My number was called after 15 minutes. I told the clerk that I wanted to expedite. She said I had to be going somewhere within 2 months to purchase that option. At that point, I wanted out, so I just said, “OK, I’ll take standard.” 

In 6 weeks or so I should be able to go to Paris if I want to. I also cancelled the Santa Monica appointment.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Modernism Week, 2017

 
 Event banner

Tim and I returned home today from Palm Springs, where we spent three solid days enjoying Modernism Week, the wonderful annual celebration of all things "mid-century." We toured desert homes built in the 1950s/early 1960s, danced to a rockabilly band at a poolside Tiki-a-Go-Go party, attended presentations about vintage cars, Los Angeles neon, and mid-century design's influence on Walt Disney, and ate at our favorite Palm Springs restaurants. Here are just a few of fabulous things we did and saw:

Our fave "histo-tainer," Charles Phoenix, showed slides of
and gushed over something we all love: 1950s cars!  

 
 All dressed-up in our finest tiki to
tour homes at the Royal Hawaiian
Estates and dance the night away

We also toured the Green Fairway Estates, Twin Palms, and the Ocotillo Lodge. Lots of color—predominantly turquoise, orange and yellow—and fabulous vintage furniture and art. Ah, to be rich enough to afford a second home in Palm Springs . . .

 
Turquoise-colored Twin Palms home (loved it!)

 
Vintage car outside a fabulous vintage home in Twin Palms

 
I'm ready to move in!

 
 Amazing stone walls everywhere!


 Yellow living room in Green Fairway Estates


 Orange living room in Green Fairway Estates


 A little more sedate, but note the orange door in back


 Blue and brown in Twin Palms


More orange at Royal Hawaiian

Amazing fireplaces, kitchens and bathrooms . . .

 
Orange fireplace at Green Fairway Estates

  
Same fireplace, different house

Festive kitchen

Remodeled kitchen back to its original turquoise color (yay!) at
former hotel, and now condos, Ocotillo Lodge

Love this dining room at Royal Hawaiian

 
Orange and turquoise bathroom at Royal Hawaiian

We also went to a designer showcase house, which was way over the top,
but did enjoy this bathroom: the ever-stylish Audrey Hepburn,
flowers, cupcakes, and champagne on ice in the bathtub!

Tiki wallpaper in a Royal Hawaiian bathroom
(of course)

Attention to detail is soooo important in a mid-century home . . .

 
Fashion ads as art

Go-going dancers (must find me one!)

And I thought we were the only ones to decorate our home
in album covers

What I like to call a "suite" of decorative items

Dishware as art

And, of course, beautiful Franciscan Starburst pieces

And speaking of starbursts, check out this light fixture!

More traditional lamp

Groovy!

Simple yet beautiful bathroom lamp

 
Even the doorknobs are spectacular

 
And this one, too

Lots of old TVs (and Eames chairs, too!)

Tim swooning over this TV