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The Slow Mo Guys demo the incredible detail of the spin rig with a splashy paint cannon salute.
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Paint Blast Portrait in 4K

Gav and Dan, The Slow Mo Guys, collaborate on a majestic art piece – without a single paintbrush, captured in 4K footage, natch.

Day 5: Sunday, April 29, 2018

I slept in until 9:30 in the morning after being up so late the night before. I had a pint carton of Blue Bottle coffee from the fridge, and when Tim woke up we went to Gus’s. I got a fresh-squeezed orange juice, and it was like the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

Ahhh. Just what the doctor ordered.

BTW, Alex wasn’t able to join us for nearly anything because he was working every day from noon to 9:00 p.m. Missed you!

The plan was to go to a political fund-raiser with Tim, who hates to do these things alone, and it was good for his business to make an appearance. He assured me there’d be food and we wouldn’t have to stay long. It was for one of Tim’s clients, a candidate for Lieutenant Governor, Gayle McLaughlin, a former mayor and city council member of Richmond. There was food, but it was pretty lame. Chips and salsa, carrots and onion dip, some questionable-looking salmon, a pot of homemade chili. Potluck food. White wine on the patio outside, but only three bottles for a crowd of 30+odd people, and it was nearly gone. I was lucky to get a bit.

I just grazed the chips and carrots.

Before Gayle spoke, though, this lady got up and sang not just one, but two never-ending folk songs.

It was AWFUL. I mean, her voice was alright, and it must be so hard to stand up in front of a bunch of people and sing a capella, but STILL. I’ve gone to a LOT of political meetings, and there’s never been SINGING.

That’s right, singing. I couldn’t believe it. Tim coaxed me into the kitchen where he apologized profusely and I hissed at him under my breath, “Singing? Seriously? Singing?”

Gayle speaking. She did a great job. I really have nothing but admiration for people who run for office. It’s gotta be brutal.

Umm…. Hm.

Tim designed her campaign poster.

As soon as she was done and an endless question-and-answer period was over, we bailed. Here’s the amazing view from the host’s home:

If you craned your neck, you could just barely see the tops of the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.

Got some good coffee on our way to the train station. Next stop: downtown to see the Palace Hotel. There’s a painting by one of my favorite artists, Maxfield Parrish, in their Pied Piper Bar & Grill. It was commissioned by the hotel when it re-opened in 1909. Originally established in 1875, the Palace is also famous for inventing Green Goddess salad dressing in 1923 in honor of William Archer’s hit play. I’ve never seen a Maxfield Parrish painting in person, so this was a destination.

Outside Ghirardelli’s next door to the hotel, we spotted the reincarnation of Emperor Norton I in his ridiculous get-up. The original Emperor Norton was a local celebrity and madman adopted by the city in the 19th century – he was the first to propose the Bay Bridge decades before it was built. This current version of Emperor Norton was expounding on some topic before a small crowd of onlookers.

The inside of the Palace was breathtaking.

Uh oh, the riff-raff have arrived!

Unfortunately, the Pied Piper didn’t open until 4:00 p.m. What is the deal with 4:00 p.m. in this town anyway? I just assumed they’d be open for lunch. My bad. It was only 1:30 at that time, but a helpful staffer suggested that if we ask the concierge nicely, they might let us in to see the painting. And that’s exactly what happened.

For about 10 minutes, we got to have the place to ourselves.

The painting was bigger than I’d imagined. Maxfield Parrish himself served as the model for the Pied Piper, his wife was the model for the lady in the red tunic and white cap, and his son was the model for the urchin in green. Absolutely stunning. Worth the trip.

The concierge was nice enough to take a picture of us both.

It was hard to photograph because it’s so long. Here’s a better photo off the net:

I’d really wanted to sit at the bar and gaze at the painting for a couple of drinks, but oh well.

We wandered into the main lounge. This is luxury on a scale like no other.

Beautiful. Classy. Elegant. I couldn’t afford to stay here in a million years.

Relaxing tunes tinkling on the grand piano.

Unfortunately, we were too late for brunch, so we just sat and chilled for a few minutes.

Sitting in one of two golden thrones in the lobby:

Headed home and went to this great old bar right around the corner called Zam Zam. According to Zagat, “The martini is still king at this slightly spendy, cash-only Upper Haight institution where the elegant curved bar, vintage cash register, and gorgeous mural remind you of how a bar should be; though many miss Bruno, the long-deceased bartender who gave a lot of people the boot for obscure infractions, most agree it has an improved vibe under his successors, who shake a multitude of classic cocktails while the jukebox churns out old jazz standards.”

I got a Lemon Drop and Tim got another Sidecar. He’d just brushed his teeth, so the citrus in the cocktail tasted weird until it washed out. My Lemon Drop could have been sweeter. Second round, we both got Sidecars. They’re just SO good. Got into a conversation with two young women next to us about George Glass, Jan’s made-up boyfriend on The Brady Bunch. They were big fans.

Tim had asked me to sign his copy of my first book, and now I had my inspiration for something clever: “To George Glass, the nicest boy in school. Love, Jan.”

Because the bar is curved, it’s possible for everyone to converse with each other.

Cool place. It’s easy to miss from the street.

By then we were both starved, having not eaten much of the disappointing food at the fund-raiser. I kept offering to help, but Tim whipped up a Munchery meal of steak on a bed of greens with a garlic/ginger sauce. The steak was so tender it was like butter. We watched more episodes of Legion and American Gods before retiring. I packed and went to bed relatively early.

Flying home tomorrow!

**Last post: Day 6 – Cancelled flight, Mimosas & Fried Rice, Reunion with Cisco, Souvenirs

Day 3: Friday, April 27, 2018

Took the N train inbound toward downtown. The train was packed around 11:30 – this seems to be a normal occurrence, but I’m not sure why. I can understand morning rush hour, but lunchtime?

Met up with my old high school friend Erik for lunch at a soup and salad place. He works downtown. I got a smoked corn chowder that was quite good.

Erik

Afterwards, Erik showed me around a bit, walking us through Maiden Lane, a two-block-long pedestrian lane that was once a red-light district and now houses high couture shops like Chanel, Hermes, and Prada.

Also walked through Yerba Buena Gardens before parting in front of the Museum of Modern Art.

Boy, there’s nothing like seeing a bunch of vacation photos to realize how fat one’s gotten. I’ve started on the Keto Diet, BTW.

Catholic church across the street

MLK Memorial

Got to MOMA and began exploring all seven floors on offer. There were plenty of artists I recognized, like Warhol:

Self-portraits

Brando

Dolly

Elvis

There were several gigantic wall-sized Chuck Close pixelated portraits:

Photographer Diane Arbus:

Surrealist Salvador Dali:

Several Lichtensteins:

Not really my bag, but I kinda liked this one.

Frieda Kahlo:

And her husband Diego Rivera:

Several of Rineke Dijkstra’s beach portraits:

Georgia O’Keefe:

This ghastly thing:

Michael Jackson with Bubbles, life-size in gold and porcelain. Ugh.

Even a few by Henri Matisse!

“The Bathers.” My mom, when she was in art school, did a version of this. It still hangs in her home.

Several paintings that I saw I ended up getting the postcard versions in the Museum Store:

A few automated pieces like this butterfly machine:

Or these self-playing violins:

And interactive stuff, too, like this sleeping couple projected in real time onto a bed:

Or this printer spewing out news articles in real time. People are encouraged to pick up parts of the scroll and read what’s there, but to not tear the paper.

Or this pocketless billiards table:

Sculpture gardens:

A permanent snowman!

Such charming detail.

As I was exiting a gallery, I was taken by this huge double image on the wall. It didn’t have an identifying placard next to it, and it didn’t seem to be a part of the exhibit around the corner. I asked a guard, but she didn’t know anything. I think it looks like my favorite 30s film star, Carole Lombard. One of her favorite photographers, George Hurrell, used to employ multiple images like this. But the hive mind on all my CL fan sites says no, it’s not her.

I still think it’s her.

Update: I’m told that this is surrealist photographer Dora Maar.

Even the bathroom was amazing!

Lots more stuff that caught my eye. This is just a small sample of what’s there – I only took pics of stuff I liked or found intriguing.

 

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I really enjoyed the Louise Bourgeois “Spiders” exhibit, but was sorely disappointed they didn’t have any spider t-shirts in the museum store:

 

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**Next post: Day 3 (Part 2) – Twin Peaks Tavern, Super Duper Burgers

A painting of the Grand Canyon by artist Aaron Schuerr.

Among the pantheon of notable public television personalities, Bob Ross easily ranks alongside the likes of Mr. Rogers and Elmo as a star who is almost universally loved and respected by the public. Despite being famous the world over for his balmy, soothing demeanor, his show The Joy of Painting, and his amazing ‘fro, we know surprisingly little about arguably one of the best known artists in modern times.

An en plein aire painting by Judy Nakari from the Toscana Studio and Gallery.

Filmmaker Zach King of Final Cut King, who is widely known for his amazing optical illusions, has created the film short “I fell in love with a painting.” King portrays a man in a painting who comes alive and presents a vase of flowers to a very appreciative “Girl With a Pearl Earring” (played by Rachel King).

Paint Dipping

This mental palate cleanser – watching stuff get dipped in swirled paint – is extremely satisfying to watch.

Pic of the Day – 8/30/16

Synethesia paintings of music by artist Melissa McCracken: Radiohead’s “Karma Police.”

synethesia paintings of music-radiohead-karma police_Melissa McCracken

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