July 13: Yoga with Sally Kirkland

July 13, 2006
7:30 PM- 9:00 PM
at the Peace Awareness Labyrinth and Gardens.

Yoga meets John-Roger meets Anna!

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Photo: diamondmountain

Sun. 4/23: The Rael Thing

Who: Rael himself
What: Grand Opening of the Los Angeles Raelian Center
Where: Herbiance, 1012 S. Robertson Blvd. (South of Olympic), (310) 854-0526
When: Sunday 4/23/06, 1:00 p.m.
Why: Give the man a B.H. adjacent-style welcome!

Michael Bay:Meatloaf::Nigel Dick:Celine Dion

Fri. 2/24 & Sat. 2/25: "Ghost City" Event

The Velaslavasay Panorama is in the mysterious-ness/relic-digging business, and is at it again this weekend. The Panorama presents "Report From The Ghost City," The Disembodied Theater Corporation's "evening of dispatches, news, songs, and fragments from the Ghost City: the skeletal remains of abandoned towns, railways, and graveyards that stand as remnants of a lost society" . . . and more. Friday Feb. 24th & Saturday Feb. 25 8:30 p.m.

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"Shitty" movie marketing begets "shitty movie" marketing

Eagle-eyed Angelenos who were assaulted by the marketing campaign for Underworld: Evolution last month likely noticed the eerie resemblance between the Underworld one-sheets and the billboard for Tommy Wiseau's craptacular cult film The Room, which has graced La Brea Avenue for at least two years. The Room, which has been a regular presence at the Laemmle Sunset 5 midnight movie series, defies description...and convention...and simple logic. It must be seen to be believed.

I'm almost impressed that Screen Gems marketing (unintentonally?) gave a shout out to a film that, according to that avatar of pop culture Joel Stein, the New York Film Academy instructs its students to see--as an example of how not to make a movie.

Hack movie marketers: ironically delicious.

An early Valentine

A big sloppy kiss for those of you who enjoy homebrew videos that namedrop Walter Benjamin and Balki Bartokomous: a forlorn cat puts its plea for love on the Internet.



(via Screenhead)

More guitars!

I've been meaning to post about this, but Broken Social Scene on Conan O'Brien last week was one of the greatest television music performances I've ever seen. Do yourself a favor and click the play button below.



I haven't seen such anarchic joy since these kids danced and shimmied their way into the hearts of America:

Whither "lesbian sushi"?

Driving home along Santa Monica Boulevard last night, I noticed that the neon green sign for Murakami, the famed sushi bar known around these parts as "lesbian sushi" for the loyalty of its Sapphic clientele, had a new name and a new white neon sign. In an intensive investigation (I looked up Murakami's Citysearch profile), I found this melancholy review:

As of late November, 2005, Murakami has been sold to a new chef/owner. A recent visit demonstrated that all is not well at our favorite Japanese sushi shop. The old Murakami ambience is completely gone. The entire wait staff is new, and very shaky. The service has now slowed down by a factor of two. It may be my imagination, but the fish itself--possibly the single aspect the chef/owner is most responsible for, on his daily buying trips--is of lower quality. The lovely flower arrangements the previous owner's wife did are gone--replaced by a cold, barren wall.

At a minimum, I would wait until things settle down before trying Murakami again, but I also think there's a reasonable chance that it will turn into just another random sushi place, hardly worth the trip.

Overall user rating: Below Average

It's a shame that "lesbian sushi" had to go out like that, but even more of a shame that I won't be able to say that I'm going to "lesbian sushi" anymore. Best of luck to the previous owner, and may "lesbian sushi" rise again.