Saturday we went to a crapload of openings in Chinatown. It poured rain.
Sunday we uh, well, actually, we didn’t do shit. Okay, I didn’t do shit.
My girlfriend put up THIS ARTWORK for auction.
Then we watched Amores Perros, maybe a bit too powerful and intense of a movie.
It is getting cold, so tonight we begin sleeping in my artist loft, as her artist loft is too cold.

Went to family Thanksgiving sorta mandatory gatherings out of town.

Am back now. My father tried to give me business advice (how to run a magazine) and it really angered me, so I started giving him advice (how to run a factory) about running the business he owns and he didn’t like it either. We split while it was still bickering, before it evolved into anything else. Suffice to say, no, I don’t think that manufacturing a line of Coagula artists’ paints is going to rocket me onto the Fortune 500.

Every family get-together features a game of trivia between two teams. It used to be trivial pursuit, now it is some edition of the Jeopardy! game. The two team are the same every year: Team #1 is Me. Team #2 is everyone else. And each time over the past 19 years, be it Thanksgiving or Christmas, I win. Handily.

But this year one of my nephews brought his steady girlfriend and she has her shit togehter, not one of the distracted hyper that make up the Irish gene pool I’m swimming in. Because of her (and minimal contributions of seven other fmaily memebrs) I lost by 8 frickin points. So one of the other nephews gets out his Boom Box and cues We Are The Champions and eight fucking people are all laughing and cheering at my expense.

I stayed up all night replaying the frickin trivia game like it really mattered. They were all still talking about it at breakfast. Fortunately for my girlfriend, she played Alex Trebek and has no link to my defeat. But even my own mother piped in with an answer about needlepoint or some shit that they would never have gotten.

Fuck, come to think of it, I am miserable…

We watched Mayor of the Sunset Strip tonight. It was a very sad portrayal of the life of Rodney Bingenheimer.

I have met Rodney a number of times over the years, but one time stands out. A few years ago, I was on a date to a movie premiere. There is a theater in Santa Monica that does a lot of these Independent Film premieres. So if you were not in the cast you had to wait in a B-list line. We got there way early and were first in the line.

Rodney waltzed up to the door with a date and was turned away. By this time, our B-list line had grown quite long. He turned to where security pointed him - our line - and walked towards it. As he realized how long the line was, he slowed to an almost paralyzed crawl. He was mortified at the prospect of being at the back of the line. I seized the chance to chat him up by hollering to him and his date, Rodney, we saved your place in line, where ya been?!?!!, to which he responded by coming right over and saying Hi, howya been. He looked so grateful. His date - a hottie on the downslope at 24, tops - was pretty arrogant. When the line started moving, she turned to me and said, quite viciously, you aren’t with us, don’t follow us, get your own seats.

In the theater Rodney scoured the crowd for whatever celebrities from the small film he could find and sat with them.

I got family crap to do for the Holidays. We are splitting Wednesday morning and coming back Saturday night (hopefully). No internet or nothing for the whole 72 hours. My mom called today to say that she got snowed in at her place in Wrightwood, so it is like, uhh, will it be melted? and the forecast says YEAH but ya never know.

What to do? Well, you could go shopping on my Coagula eBay Store! Of course, this is a long-term project and plenty more will be added on there as the weeks go by.

Well, the nerdiest thing I have done all year occured Saturday. My girlfriend and I attended eBay University together. It was at the Anaheim Convention Center. I gotta be honest here without sounding elitist: It was friggin’ squaresville and a half. I was primarily interested in seeing if an eBay Store was the best way to sell Coagula merchandise (back issues, et cetera). It seems to be. My GF is a professional eBayer and she pretty much had her methods and ideas confirmed. But we waded through quite a wide swath of Generica. When you are the hippest person in the room, guess what, it is time to leave.

Saturday night there were two great exhibits here at the Brewery. The Robert Peluce retrospective (at the i-5 Gallery) and a group show called Miniature Worlds at the Brewery Project gallery. Both of these shows are up until mid-December - the galleries are open Fri/Sat/Sun from 12 - 5 p.m., so check it out.

In the past week we watched the first two Godfather films and Big Lebowski. Gotta love that Netflix.

A friend who teaches at USC asked if a student could interview me about magazine production, I said sure. So then I talked this poor student’s ear off. EEEEEE-yikes! I am turning into my father…

Is everyone at Art Center this big of a poseur? READ THIS.

Went to David Stone’s Year in L.A. and saw his take on the late, overrated Felix Gonzalestorress. I like David Stone better than FGT.

There is a Robert Peluce retrospective opening at the i-5 Gallery at the Brewery Art Colony Saturday night. I’d say it will really get going around, oh, 9 p.m.

My girlfriend, Queen of Netflix, got Godfather 1 & 2, and we watched them back to back over the prevous few days.

The frickin’ art world needs a Godfather. I went to galleries in Chinatown today and people need to be slapped around.

Went to the James Turrell show at Griffin Contemporary that I had to write a preview about. My girlfriend called Turrell one of the greatest artists ever. I liked the show, but not that much.

Hit Bergamot - the Ruscha show at Ikon was better than the one now at MOCA. The show of art by Marcel Dzama’s extended family was hilariously awesome (it is at Richard Heller’s). Kim Light has taken over the Patricia Faure Gallery, so of course, lightweight art by Rachel Lachowicz and Angel Chen were mingling among heavyweight name artists like the petite Amy Adler and the chunky Rev. Ethan Acres.

Went by Angles and saw the new Kevin Appel show. He has dumped notions of taped off beauty for a bolder leap off the conceptual-technique-combine cliff. The guy can lay down tape better than anyone, but… but… well, see for yourself, these paintings are downright weird - perhaps a bit ahead of their time (I use this phrase very rarely), so they might be a peek at what the future of painting holds. Oh shit, is that ever a can of worms to open.

Then we bumped into artist David Hinnebusch who you should immediately google and get to know, as he is one of those rare magic mad genius types who takes you along for the ride without ever threatening your safety or insulting your sanity.

It was weird, we had driven by a restaurant on Pico and I asked my girlfriend if she remembered this guy from school, they had been in the same class, and I had eaten at that restaurant with him, and she finally said his name and I was like YEP and we discussed him for a while, and then an hour later we are walking and this girl hands us a postcard and says The guy back there says he knows you and it is an art card for David, so we go back and talk and it is like a Kerouac sighting.

In fact, when i got home, a book of Jack Kerouac painitngs was in my mailbox. Who the F*&kk knew.

So there.

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