» » The best party I ever went to was up in Los Angeles .. at the home of a professor at USC's School of Cinema. It was billed as a » Valentine's Day Lonely Hearts Party (or something like that). So I admit that my expectations were not very high.
Creativity & Problem-Solving
I had never heard of such a thing and found the concept more than curious.
.. opened her home to her students who might not have anyone special to spend the holiday with.
It became a popular thing. Other professors showed up, too. Yes, you could bring a date .. but you didnt have to. (That was the whole point. And most didnt.)
Lots of trees back there .. and undulating hills. Lovely neighborhood. (I did not know that LA had neighborhoods like that.)
The most striking aspect of this particular home .. was how dramatically the front hid what was out back.
I mean, you felt like you had entered another world soon as you came thru the front door .. but especially as you stepped outside out back.
"That's a good trick," I thought. Almost like an optical illusion. Front » plain, sparse. Back » lush, tropical. Like you were living on a hillside that sloped away from you.
So, right from the git-go I was intrigued. "I may not be totally sure what it is, but I definitely like this place."
Just a nice place to hang out, even without all the cool people. Very inviting. Like the kind of place » you dont want to leave.
And I myself have a very different background .. from all these creative-types. So they seemed to find me different, and maybe even interesting.
I am a one-on-one type of guy. In group settings, I tend to let others talk while I just listen. But one-on-one situations let you steer the conversation into more arcane directions .. where you can » drill down .. into some very interesting topics and subjects. (Which is where I like to go.)
So I was making the rounds, and everybody there looked like they were interesting to talk to .. but I found myself in the kitchen ..
.. talking to this girl seated at the table there. Turns out she herself was another professor at USC .. who taught art. Sculpture.
"Oh, do you use clay?" I asked.
"Sometimes," she said, "but clay is expensive, so we use other stuff." She used a more precise term here, which I cannot recall .. but basically it means » a variety of less-expensive materials, such as and including plaster of paris.
Long story short » she was absolutely convinced that creativity in art is a teachable thing. Yes, she ceded to the genius at the high end of the scale, which, in her view means nothing to 99.9% of people.
I mean, I found myself searching for one small chink in her position .. from multiple angles, and even put to her in cleverly rephrased aspects. Probing here, challenging there .. but she would not budge.
I mean, she would know, right? And I knew that she was comfortable in her position because she did not get offended by my more prying questions.
I have this thing that seems to sniff out bullshit .. on its own. "Do these two positions," I might ask, for example, "not seem inconsistent to you?"
If the person whom you are asking has not confronted themselves with the same conundrum .. they might be embarrassed .. and therefore offended .. and therefore upset.
So you have to proceed down these avenues with tact and sensitivity .. especially at a party where you are talking to someone you never met before.
Anyway, her position was basically » "I can teach you to draw. I can teach you to paint. I can teach you to do sculpture. I can teach anybody how to do these things .. to a high degree of proficiency."
Again, I was looking for any chink in her position .. and she would yield none. Nada.
Perhaps I should note that .. regarding the Cinema professor .. opening up her home to students who might not want to be alone for Valentine's day .. that was very cool. You could tell that she cared for her students. (And in that way .. she reminded me of Warren & Eva, which is a big compliment.)
I did not get a chance to talk to him. He always had a crowd around him. I see him on TV every now-n-then, discussing this or that.
Yes, I have been to many excellent parties. Speaking of which .. the Oscars are coming up in a few weeks (March 2) and Film school students have the best Oscar parties. You should hear some of their conversations.
[ Remind me to tell you the story about the house-warming party I threw at my condo in Pennsylvania .. where people were coming up to me six months later, saying things like, "That was the best party I've ever been to."
My buddy there had a business where he frequented all the aerobics studios in 3 or 4 surrounding states .. so we had at that party » half (crazy) migrant nuclear guys and » half hard-body aerobics instructors .. from several different states. (Yes, it was wild. But fun. Lots of fun. Lots of dancing.)
I got a whole pig and threw it on a spit. The next morning, nothing but bones remained. And a few ribs seemed missing to me. ]
Oh, we interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast .. to bring you this special bulletin (February 15, 2014) .. from Laura Poitras and James Risen » Spying by NSA Ally Entangled U.S. Law Firm.
Laura is the lady who, along with Glen Greenwald, broke the Snowden story. They did such a remarkable job. What a smooth operation. Under less-than-optimal conditions. Hisk risk.
I would not rule out the words » changed the world. Or changed the course of history. (Regarding Big Brother, and it's prophetic implications.) Would you?
So anything Laura does goes to the head of my line. Automatically. I have respect for that woman. Somebody buy that woman a shot of finely-aged anejo tequila for me.
Anything that comes out with the name Poitras on it feels weighty. Can you feel it?
That puts you in an elite group, the nomination. It would be cool if you and Laura and Glenn all shared in the prize. Cuz the way you guys worked together was truly impressive.
Oh, here is the entire list. I didnt mean to leave out anybody. I had never heard of George Polk, but I like him already.
Maybe they'll get Obama to attend the awards ceremony.
» Art as Therapy
My mom had a set of oil paints .. that I never once saw her use. Ever. "When I had you and your brother, it took a lot out of me. I used to have a lot of energy."
My earliest recollections of 'art' .. came from when I drawing on a sketch pad at my grandparents house after church one Sunday afternoon.
I was just drawing subconsciously. You know, like when you are doing something mindless, but really thinking about something else.
Today's entry remains a work-in-progress.