Happy birthday to Vox (2), TypePad (5) and Movable Type (7). Here are a few pics from tonight's gig...
Last year we were lucky enough to visit an art ranch. This year, an art cave.
Last weekend I took a trip with a group from the Berkeley Art Museum to visit "Stonescape," which is the Napa farm of Norman and Norah Stone, who have a completely off the hook contemporary art collection. (A few years ago we got to tour their house, and their entire fourth floor is full of Matthew Barney stuff.)
The place in Napa features an "Art Cave" that they bored into the side of the hill on their property. It has 26 foot ceilings. The cave. And this great Cady Noland piece outside the cave. Here are some pics.
That multi-paneled Baldessari is a Big Deal, it's one of the ones from the first series that he started after he destroyed all the work he had created up to that point. Oh, and they have this James Turrell sky piece that is part of their pool that we weren't allowed to take pictures of because Turrell had it in his contract that only his photographers could take pictures.
The whole thing was profiled in the Sunday Times magazine a while back; their photos are much better than mine. But I love this one of Norman Stone (who leads all the tours of the place and talks at length about the art, and how they bought it, etc., he's a great story teller) holding court in front of the group.
He's holding his dog in his arms, because he's worried that if he let the dog loose in the cave it'd potentially knock over the 3000 lb free-standing Richard Serra sculpture and kill someone.
Went to see the Maya Lin show at the DeYoung Friday night. It's definitely worth the trip, especially if you're into maps. There are three major pieces in the show - one of which is the maquette and documentary photos of the making of her big piece across the street at the Academy of Sciences. There's also a really great series of carved atlases, but I didn't get any photos of those. The big obvious thing photo'd below is made of 2x4s; I think it works really well with the massive Gerhard Richter...
Have you ever broken a bone? If so, how?
Would you ever consider having your life taped for a reality show?
...but no.
So the writers of Lost are basically working through all the "W" words when it comes to the island.
- Season one: what is this place?
- Season two: why is this place?
- Season three: when is this place?
- Season four: where is this place?
Killing time before going to Caroline's school for reading time. Wanted to pick up some vino for foobar and the weekend but Vintage Berkeley isn't open yet.
I really love your lunches, and your cheese plate, and your bar menu, and your wine list and your delicious vodka tonics. (Especially those vodka tonics.) And when Jennifer pokes her head out of the kitchen it's like a mini celebrity sighting! ("OMG, she's on teevee!")
But the new waiter? The guy with The Hair? Not so much. He literally came by right after DJ and I had the cheese plate delivered to our bar table and "so, do you think you'll be ordering any more food tonight?" I mean, I get that you're compensated on tips, but please, don't make me feel like I'm on some kind of scripted upsell plan. ("Yes, and I'll supersize it.")
But seriously, I hate to even complain even in the slightest. Because other than the guy with the hair? You really are perfect.
