Monday, April 28, 2008

Procrastination and Back-Posting


With the past two weeks' worth of pictures and stories to put up here, I find myself entirely distracted by old photos that I never got around to posting earlier in the year. I'm not even very fond of these images (the light was very strange that day, and every surface was oddly reflective in a sickly sort of way), which is why I suppose I never put them up before. But it was a lovely day out, with rain-swept sidewalks and Nutella-filled treats, and unexpected facepainting by actual makeup artists at the beauty supply store.

And so -- looking out at 90 degrees of heat beating down on the April roses that I'm supposed to be pruning -- I have back-posted to a rainy day in February...


Friday, April 25, 2008

Zaza's Spring Break: Baking a Cake






Today she wanted to bake a cake, and as she is on vacation and I am her cruise director, and as there is something so storybook-illustrated-by-Jessie-Wilcox-Smith-y about baking with a little girl person wearing an apron and standing on a stepstool, we did just that.

It had to be a two-layer vanilla cake with vanilla icing and yellow flowers.

We also spread a bit of raspberry jam between the layers.

By 4:30pm -- with Ander's enthusiastic help -- half of it had been eaten up (though Zaza actually reduced her slices to a rubble of crumbs, and then gobbled up the fondant flowers...).

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Zaza's Spring Break: BCAM Be Mean









  • NO PAUSING ON THE OUTDOOR STAIRCASE LEADING UP TO THE ENTRANCE OF LACMA -- IF YOUR HANDS ARE HOLDING THE BRASS RAILING IN ANY WAY THAT RESEMBLES HANGING, YOU WILL BE CHASTISED.


  • NO LEANING AGAINST THE ENORMOUS STONE PILLARS IN THE 'L.A. TIMES CENTRAL COURT' NEAR THE LACMA TICKET BOOTH.


  • NO ASCENDING OR DESCENDING STAIRS WITH ANYTHING RESEMBLING SPEED -- ABSOLUTELY NO TAKING TWO STAIRS AT A TIME, EVEN IF DOING SO TO KEEP UP WITH GROWN-UPS.


  • NO RUNNING OUTSIDE BCAM (NEITHER IN THE 'GRAND ENTRANCE' AREA NOR IN THE 'SOUTH PIAZZA').


  • NO RUNNING OR SKIPPING OR HIDING IN THE FOREST OF RECYCLED STREETLAMPS INSTALLED IN THE BCAM 'SOUTH PIAZZA'.


  • DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GETTING NEAR THE LIFE-SIZE ARTIFICIAL FIRETRUCK IN THE ENTRANCE PLAZA.


  • NO WALKING BRISKLY INSIDE THE MUSEUM, EVEN IF YOUR SHORTER, 4-7 YEAR-OLD LEGS NEED TO TAKE TWO OR THREE FASTER STEPS JUST TO KEEP UP WITH GROWNUPS.


  • NO LAUGHING (IT MIGHT HURT THE ART).


  • NO GETTING CLOSE TO THE ART.


  • NO TOUCHING THE GIANT LUCITE BOX CONTAINING A DEAD SHEEP (and I quote: "If you touch it, I will have to clear the whole building -- everyone will have to leave because of you, little girl.")


  • NO BRUSHING AGAINST THE WALK-THRU INSTALLATION COMPRISED OF A 2-STORY TALL 2-FOOT THICK WALL OF RUSTED STEEL WHICH BENDS AND CURLS LIKE A GIANT RIBBON CANDY ON THE GROUND FLOOR.


  • NO PHOTOGRAPHY, EVEN WITHOUT A FLASH.

To ensure the above:


  • YOU WILL BE FOLLOWED


  • MORE PRECISELY, YOU WILL BE SHADOWED


  • BY AT LEAST 2 GUARDS


  • EVERYWHERE YOU GO


  • YOU WILL MOST CERTAINLY BE HUSHED AND SCOLDED


  • REPEATEDLY

SMILING, COMMUNING WITH THE ART, GETTING CLOSE ENOUGH TO SEE WHAT THE ARTIST WAS USING/DOING ARE ALL STRONGLY DISCOURAGED

ENJOY YOUR VISIT

(I thought it was just me being paranoid, but the New York Relatives had precisely the same experience the next day.)

(They laughed it off better than I did.)

Okay, alright, I'm breathing properly now. Really, I am. (But all of that just made me want to whip out a Sharpie and scrawl all over the walls!!!!)

Despite all of the above, the kids loved all that over-sized well-lit largely-3-dimensional art. They especially loved the glass-walled room containing an animatronic lab technician and real, live butterflies. And I so wish I could have photographed Zaza meditating in a perfect little lotus position under the "Smoke" sculpture in the sub-floor of the Ahmanson Building.

Zaza's Spring Break: With Ander at LACMA





On our way to meeting Mister A, and Mr J, and their Red-Hot-Librarian Mama at the new Broad Contemporary for an artsy-smartsy afterschool playdate...

Zaza's Spring Break: Every Chair at the Mall





A hot day. She decided she wanted to go see the puppies and the rabbits at the mall pet store, and to have a little lunch out, and to buy a new headband.

Ditching School for the Red Carpet: A Day at ZaMeAndad's Work



Ander has really been looking forward to Take Your Child to Work Day, but he left the house this morning looking a bit anxious.

I think he thought he was going to spend the day at his dad's elbow, perhaps playing with ZaMeAndad's vast collection of Silly Putty, and drawing monsters all over the floor-to-ceiling dry-erase boards.

Instead, as ZaMeAndad had told him last night, the kids were going to be divided into groups and given behind-the-scenes tours and demonstrations in each department.

Thus, Ander was miked and interviewed on-camera by ZaMeAndad (above), saw how interviews are edited in the computer, got to be part of a fashion show, played video games, walked a red carpet in front of photographers, and had his voice recorded in the radio studio.

Ander's summary: "AWESOME!!!"
While a cable network isn't exactly the Himalayas or the Grand Canyon (the examples I toss out there whenever the boyo uses his new favorite adjective), I think he truly felt awesome spending a day in his dad's mysterious away-from-home world.

Plus, I'm fairly certain that he now has a better understanding than I do of what it is that ZaMeAndad does all day.