Rocky

I have yet to write about my visit to Kansas City last weekend because I am still trying to collect myself from the overwhelming cuteness I witnessed. I mean this in the least condescending way, but my family is adorable. From the obvious like my newborn niece, Remy or my Gpa who I found sitting in the other room giggling to himself to the less obvious like my dad who offered to go to Forever 21 with my sister and I (but only lasted 5 minutes before he bailed and went to Sports Nuts) or my mom who was ecstatic about introducing me to a new Sheridan's flavor. That is just the tip of the iceberg! I could easily carry on for a great deal of time covering instances of cuteness. Though I will spare you of such stories because I fear you won't be as "tickled" (for lack of a better word) than I was. Though here are some visual aides to the adorableness in case you don't believe me. Exhibit A: Remy smiling in her sleep. Exhibit B: Dimples. Exhibit C: Gpa talking with a fr...

Since I have moved to LA I haven't really delved into the art scene just yet. I feel like I need an in somehow, someone to show me the ropes. Someone like my high school photography teacher, Jones, who knew all the ins and outs of all the galleries, museums and exhibitions. During the first quarter here I was introduced to the LACMA and the Getty Villa by a friend but he has since moved to Italy and is learning about the masters of art in Roma (very jealous). Needless to say I am jonesing for First Fridays, galleries and the like. I'm not just craving the visual arts but arts in general. This was my train of thought to curb some of my art hunger pangs: I should have a house show! > Wait, I don't know any local musicians. > My half pint home can only hold a handful of people. > Poop. > Need a smaller group of people. > I should have a night of spoken word. > That would cut down the crowd considerably. > I could make snacks and appetizers! > We could ...