I just returned from moving stuff to our house in LA, in preparation for the big move back there. Turns out that Tuesday was Dirk's birthday, and the last day before Michelle flies off to Crete, so we decided to make a night out of it in Hollywood. The BET Awards were going on at a theatre around the corner, which made a Tuesday night in Hollywood unusually busy.
Michelle and I met up with Pat, Dirk, and Dirk's friend Alex at Star Shoes, a club/bar converted from an old shoe store. The last time I was there, Wouter and 3 of his Dutch friends were in town, and Pat, Dirk and I were desperately looking for a happening spot on a Tuesday night between Christmas and New Year's Day. To make a long story short, not only did we find the only hip-hop party in Hollywood that night, but Coolio was there. No such luck this time. Instead, there was a small crowd, and experimentally eclectic music. When we got there, a DJ was spinning drum-n-bass, but apparently a harpist was on stage right before him.
In the corner of the bar was an interesting art project. A perm chair was hooked up to a video projector, video monitor, and speaker system. Here, Dirk is seeing images projected into the helmet by the beamer to the left, and listening to music provided by the speakers on the helmet. At the same time, his face is being filmed and displayed on the monitor just visible behind him. I think people were on board with trying it out right up until they found out that they were being filmed. It must feel uncomfortable to know that everyone except you is seeing you enjoying the art show inside the helmet.
After some aimless wandering on Hollywood Blvd, which tends to happen, we ended up at Daddy's Lounge, which was surprisingly quiet enough for normal conversation.
Dining: Apricot Tree, I-5 somewhere in Fresno Country
It had always stood out because of its unusual pyramidal roof, and I had been determined to check it out one day. Apricot Tree was a typical roadside diner, with the exception of Thermos lunchboxes mounted on the rafters and the corresponding Thermos bottles framed in the booth partitions. Collectors' pieces, according to my waiter. It added a bit of character, but not very much. The portions were small, the food was unremarkable, and the apricots a bit sour and not sweet enough. C+
Michelle and I met up with Pat, Dirk, and Dirk's friend Alex at Star Shoes, a club/bar converted from an old shoe store. The last time I was there, Wouter and 3 of his Dutch friends were in town, and Pat, Dirk and I were desperately looking for a happening spot on a Tuesday night between Christmas and New Year's Day. To make a long story short, not only did we find the only hip-hop party in Hollywood that night, but Coolio was there. No such luck this time. Instead, there was a small crowd, and experimentally eclectic music. When we got there, a DJ was spinning drum-n-bass, but apparently a harpist was on stage right before him.
In the corner of the bar was an interesting art project. A perm chair was hooked up to a video projector, video monitor, and speaker system. Here, Dirk is seeing images projected into the helmet by the beamer to the left, and listening to music provided by the speakers on the helmet. At the same time, his face is being filmed and displayed on the monitor just visible behind him. I think people were on board with trying it out right up until they found out that they were being filmed. It must feel uncomfortable to know that everyone except you is seeing you enjoying the art show inside the helmet.After some aimless wandering on Hollywood Blvd, which tends to happen, we ended up at Daddy's Lounge, which was surprisingly quiet enough for normal conversation.
Dining: Apricot Tree, I-5 somewhere in Fresno Country
It had always stood out because of its unusual pyramidal roof, and I had been determined to check it out one day. Apricot Tree was a typical roadside diner, with the exception of Thermos lunchboxes mounted on the rafters and the corresponding Thermos bottles framed in the booth partitions. Collectors' pieces, according to my waiter. It added a bit of character, but not very much. The portions were small, the food was unremarkable, and the apricots a bit sour and not sweet enough. C+
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