Friday, August 26, 2011

The Theme Building @ the Los Angeles Airport

Here, as with other blogs, I will present a rough draft of observations and pictures, in this case regarding the Theme Building at LAX Airport, a one-time star of "Space Age Architecture" and its boldly optimistic feel.  A few years ago, in I believe 2007, I spent a semi-depressed night at LAX while waiting for a flight at the end of a few days in Los Angeles, partly right across the road from this landmark, but on a recent Southern CA. visit, my last day there gave me a leisurely eyeful of this airport centerpiece.

Here is the building from an approaching "flyaway" bus I took back to the airport from downtown LA:
and from a service road near the airport's Terminals 1 and 2:


In the view above, the Theme Building can be seen as graceful, while shortly thereafter, looking up from the roof, I thought the meeting point of what might be its two arched supports to be visually weak....
DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY!!!



DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY!!!


DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY!!!







DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY!!!


DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY!!!



DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY




DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY




DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY



DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY


DRAFT AT THIS POINT - JUST INCLUDING PHOTOS TO SHIFT SHORTLY

Monday, August 8, 2011

Passing Through LA and vicinity - August 2011

Perhaps this brief account can suggest a few ways to appreciate Los Angeles and its environs - a few needles in a vast haystack - for those of you who, like me just last week, do not have time to stop and savor the sites. [As elsewhere this account may be edited shortly.]  


I had the pleasure of seeing a little bit of urban and exurban LA last week, during a trip whose main focus - a 25th reunion for a 1986 peace walk - I briefly wrote about a few days ago.  While I have a love-hate relationship with LA, as it represents at times the 20th-century epitome of an auto-dominated blob, as well as being able to claim a large share of the superficiality of U.S. culture, I love parts of the same aspects including the architecture of the 20's and beyond as shaped largely by the auto, and being, like I would guess most people, a sucker for the glamour of Hollywood.


This account presents just one way, and a grab-bag to be sure, of what you might do in just passing through.  One piece of advice is to bear with my low-pixel views and to get a better camera, but they'll show some of what's up when you fly into LAX, take a "flyaway" bus from there to downtown LA and then a train from LA's Union Station out of town - to Ventura, maybe 60 miles northwest of downtown Los Angeles, in my case. Perhaps needless to say as well, there's at least one accident here in the minutiae of travel and my own idiosyncrasies.

[As elsewhere in this blog, clicking on the pictures themselves is likely to give you enlarged and clearer views, after which you can return to the text.]


I'll blend sites I saw on the trips from LAX to Ventura and back, on Monday, Aug. 1 and Sat., Aug. 6 respectively.


When I got in to LAX Mon., 8/1, it was a joyous homecoming of sorts; my travel of any sort has been limited for most of my adult life, due to brilliant time and money management (ahemmm...) but, for some strange reason, I now have at least passed through Los Angeles three times in the last seven years.  That strange reason is my seminal role in the renaming of LAX, which initiated a contentious and lengthy renaming contest in 1997; after ten years of no clear winner, I came in (just as I did recently with the debt crisis in DC), and broke the logjam with an interim solution - why not rename the facility ex-LAX?  While that is now in the courts, I was awarded two free trips to the airport formerly known as LAX in 2007.


No, in all seriousness....


Just below you'll see my picture of the somewhat emerald city skyline of LA on Aug. 1, not so emerald a few days later in the thick smog of Aug 6; this view (again, low pixel strength and all) is looking north from where the 105 eastbound goes into the 110 northbound (as on this map, where if interested, you will see the 105 and 110 meeting roughly a little bit to the right of the image's left center -- http://www.inetours.com/Los_Angeles/Pages/LA_freeways.html ); here and perhaps elsewhere, it appears that the transmission of the picture right here may cut off the right or left side, but a click on the picture will reveal the whole view (and enable you to enlarge and perhaps make it clearer) before you come back to the main body of the text:


One element you notice pretty easily covering part of the vast LA basin from LAX to downtown is, not surprisingly, palm trees, but I'd say, from my times in LA in recent years, that most of them are like very tall people with very small heads, not grand, thick-trunked specimens with great curving branches and leaves; on the way back to LAX on 8/6, the tops of trees, seen below to the west of the 110 north of Manchester Avenue, roughly near South-Central LA, were remindful to me of the Little Prince's planet (seen at: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/157993.The_Little_Prince); I include all three of these views to suggest a few points in the spectrum from barren to lush cityscape:







After the enjoyment of seeing an older LA in the last 3-4 miles to downtown (no pictures here, but I'm referring to a landscape including bungalows from maybe 1910 and up, 3-4 story brick apt. buildings, etc), the flyaway bus stopped at Union Station, a classic (1939?) structure seen here in what is noted as a "vintage postcard":

While waiting there before catching an Amtrak train to Ventura, I enjoyed a patio north of its main hall which I had known about from a 2007 visit, and while it is likely part of that space has been privatized to accomodate outdoor dining for a fashionable restaurant since my last stop there and my patio bench seemed to be close to a subtle smell of urine, the spot was otherwise wonderful for relaxation, being very quiet, perhaps because I was there in-between rush hours:


I also sat in the main hall with its worn but plush seats (originals from the 30's?):

Five days later, in leaving California, I did not luxuriate in the Station, pretty much going right from the train to the flyaway bus, but, while stopping in a bathroom there, found what I had been searching for my entire life - the Robert Mueller memorial toilet, seen here in distinctive detail and in full Spanish scrawlanguage close-up with the words "Robet [? (sic?)] Mular [? (sic?)] Director del FBI es Puto Guey":




Evidently, the (graffitist?) here thought enough of Mueller to call him a "puto" - a male prostitute, or homosexual (in the homophobic sense), or "coward" etc. in a Mexican context [with thanks to http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=puto].


The last word above is at least likely to be "guey" and crediting the "urbandictionary" again [at http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=guey] it is said to mean "[d]ude in Spanish", with its "literally meaning 'ox', and either being a negative term like 'fool' or 'ni**a' but also "[being] used as a term of endearment more like 'dude'".


It appeared that the inscription could not kiss my a-- but perhaps my thigh, and while I am no big fan of the FBI, I left the stall relieved and with no personal animus against the FBI director.


{In all seriousness, I wonder how much time the words took to carve, and tonight (Aug. 11) they also led me to google “robert mueller – toilet”, where, coincidentally, I found a reference to an article [from the 70’s probably] titled “Getting Rid of Sewage – Isn’t There [illegible] Better Way” by someone named Robert Mueller and a diatribe headedWHEN SOMALI TOILETS ATTACK!!!” which says in part: June 18, 2011 at 5:52 AM -- Anyone who still believes in this ‘When TOILETS attack’ shit is mentally ill.… Maybe we can get Jack Nicholson to play in the sequel of “When MARS INVADES” but we’ll just rename it to “WHEN SOMALI TOILETS ATTACK”, starring J. Edgar Homo and his dog, Robert S. Mueller…”]


Moving on, though, perhaps to where my restroom products moved....


The ride out of Union Station starts partly with the industrial and often semi-dry Los Angeles River (seen here near a "San Fernando Winery" just a little north of downtown):




gives vistas of hilly neighborhoods (in what often seems to be an overpoweringly flat city) such as Mt. Washington and Highland Park, with this view - neighborhood unknown but just a little to the (northeast, I think) of San Fernando Blvd (in its 700-900 blocks) as a rough stand-in:




and shortly thereafter goes through the edge of Glendale, a suburb of LA but a sizeable city in its own right, with a beautiful station (possibly in the "Churrigueresque" style? - but Spanish-inspired) from 1929:





Somewhat beyond Glendale, you begin a diagonal slice to the northwest through the San Fernando Valley - which may unfairly be characterized as all-bland and all-suburban in character, and is famous in parts for being within the L.A. city limits but not "of" the city (trying to secede from it as recently as 1999 or so, etc.); what little I have learned of the "Valley" is that it IS largely ticky-tack housing, big box stores, etc., but goes beyond that in diversity of people if not as much in cityscape, so my sense is that it is like Queens in New York or the "Greater Northeast" here in Philly - including the historically newest sections of its city and also attracting a variety of immigrant groups over time.  No pictures here, but I'm assuming you could find loads of them in terms of ethnic restaurants, etc., and far fewer - but at least a precious few - in terms of built heritage of mementoes thereof.

Let me see if I can find one of the museum of transportation and heritage in Chatsworth, a section  at the far west central point in the valley, which I noticed from my Amtrak window along with a sign that that area was founded in 1888.....

This website looks pretty cool partly in that it has a picture of a surviving structure which stored dynamite to blast tunnels (used for today's Amtrak line out of LA) through mountains which I believe roughly separate the Valley from the beginning of Ventura County to the west:

No pic of the museum, but here is a quick sense if desired of the Chatsworth train station:

Just beyond Chatsworth and close to the tunnels is a very desert-like landscape made up partly of big rocks and yellow earth:



I had been told that Ventura County had many farms, and the small part I saw along the Amtrak line had many, while interspersed with large-scale suburban developments.  Long rows of dirt and plantings which looked somewhat like Kit-Kat bars as here near Camarillo

would sometimes be covered with plastic which shimmered in the sun, as below just west of Camarillo 
and when I saw either the field above or one nearby on Aug. 1, I wondered what its workers were doing in the "water" as the plastic fooled me into thinking.

From LA to the Ventura "station" a short one-track stretch where I got off of the train:

the Amtrak line does not exactly touch the beach, but I noticed (by sight and sound) that maybe a mile beyond the station, it is virtually on the beach, as seen here with a train between my reunion's camp at the "Emma Wood" state park and the oceanfront sands:
Either satisfied or time-management-challenged, I never saw more than slivers of the ocean during the day, except from airplanes in and out of LAX and from my hotel room balcony on Sat., Aug. 6, so all hail the Peaceful ocean (and the Ventura pier) courtesy of a peace march reunion....

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

a visit to Ventura, CA.

Just a very brief note from Ventura, CA [edited after its initial posting] - at the main branch of the Ventura County Library, where a part of me longs for more easily taking pictures and plugging them in, but just a short word-picture for now....

As far as cityscapes, I had told a Philadelphia friend by phone that the main street here is largely like a commercial stretch in a "Main Line" town center like Ardmore's (referrring to Phila's western suburbs), plus adding a Spanish mission from [1782], but you'd have to also add attractive hillside vistas close to Main Street to the north, seen here in a view from a 6th-floor hotel room where I stayed for one night just before leaving town  :( on Sat. am, 8/6:
and seeing slivers of the Pacific Ocean a few blocks to the south, seen here west of Ventura's center:

AND some palm trees, other semi-arid fauna and probably a good deal of homeless people, but intermixed as the "Main Line" reference may imply with upper-middle-class shops, restaurants, etc.

The natural surroundings are a TINY bit different from the deciduous and the hilly/rolling or flat Northeast as well, as in this view to the north from a bridge which goes from downtown Ventura to the "Emma Wood State Park", where I spent a large part of my time while in the immediate area:

In regards to the main purpose of my being here, that may be more challenging to offer articulate comments on, but it is for the 25th reunion of what has likely been the greatest event in my life to date, a 1986 peace walk across the United States known as the "Great Peace March (GPM)".  At least 100 "Peace Marchers" from that golden time in our lives are meeting at the state park which I noted just outside of the heart of Ventura.

Sometimes I wonder if I could better spend time in achieving dreams on which I "bloviate", then - speaking "devil's advocate" here perhaps - to live in the past of such events, but this also arguably rises way above a "such events" dustbin, as it was inherently an adventure to walk on a large part of over a 3235-mile route, and marchers just naturally bonded with each other in this adventure (now being celebrated in a city whose full name might mean "Saint Good Venture" - and I am not saying we were saints :)....]

It seems definite at least that there has been a great deal of warm friendliness from marchers, which is likely to produce the same self-affirming sense that I found from the 20th "GPM" reunion, and that there have been some great stories, so perhaps I will give a sense of those life accounts in the next few days....  

Monday, June 20, 2011

Central City, Georgetown and a few other Rocky Mountain sites on an easy drive from Denver

June 20, 2011 - As I "mock up" this entry, I am comfortable it will not be a "muck up" but not quite so fresh as if I had written it just after a ride into a few Rocky Mtn sites close to Denver, on Weds., May 25. Just to be sure, this is a WORK in progress (!!) - no pictures, no finality yet, but with it being more important for me to almost literally get points on the board....
 
For me as a city-lover, the highlight of an easy day trip, courtesy of my Colorado brother, was seeing what were in a sense two very urban places in their heyday - the old mining boomtowns of Central City and Georgetown.
 
What struck me the most on a comparative basis was a kind of topographical inversion between them.  Central City, which my Denver-area brother and I saw first, had an engaging and somewhat hilly landscape/streetscape in its  center after which the flatness of central Georgetown seemed unexciting, but the mountains around Central City were not as high or snowy as those around Georgetown, so a case of hilly and lower and flat and higher, so to speak.
 
Being a lover of "hilltowns" like Pittsburgh, I have a fonder month-old memory of Central City, but both towns are absolutely worth visiting! [And only last night, a Denver friend told me about Leadville - noting it is largely ungentrified, about 2 thousand feet higher than Central City, etc.!]
 
It was fun to ascend the main street of Central City, and after we parked in a lot used partly by the Opera Company - a legacy of incredible mining wealth housed in the 18(78?) Opera House, my brother and I enjoyed a few minutes of listening in on a male chorus for "Carmen"..... [to be continued and modified....] 

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Scratching the Surface in Downtown Denver - May 2011

Welcome back to all the millions of brain cells (primarily my own, I'm pretty sure) which have seen this blog since my first post in February.

Over the next day or two, I hope to offer a few impressions of downtown Denver, at least from a quick and enjoyable time there on Monday, May 23.  Unless noted, my exploration, around 15th, 16th, Stout, Champa, etc., was in a very limited area of perhaps ten square blocks on roughly the west side of the downtown.  I'm fortunate to be in the Denver area to see one of my brothers and his family, and appreciate their help with this blog!

Thanks to their being here, there's a lot of the center of Denver that I've seen over recent years (alongside a lot I have not begun to discover), and a few blocks seen on 5/23, starting in a sense, with the elegant Equitable Building of 1892, located on the east side of Stout just north of 16th St and designed by one of the big national firms of the day - Andrews, Jacques and Rantoul, based in Boston and Chicago; I cannot think offhand of any buildings I have seen of theirs, but was interested to learn, as part of a well-done lobby display at the building, that they based its design partly on the world-reknowned and sadly departed Marshall Field Wholesale Warehouse, which H.H. Richardson designed and which stood until 1930 in (or very near?) Chicago's Loop.




By no means does the Equitable Building have the revolutionary feel of the Marshall Field Warehouse, but you can see how its first levels were inspired by that Richardson masterpiece, and above its Romanesque base, it is a very stately structure.  Just above, you should be able to see two exterior views of it, but for now I would just note that it contains a beautiful lobby, where, returning to the display I've noted, you also learn that the designers advertised the "E" of the corporate tenant in several ways, partly in the floorplan of the "Equitable" as I hope to show in a posting over the next few days.
Architecturally, the Equitable Bldg. was my major point on the Monday utilized here (!), while culinarily and in a more human sense, I was blessed to discover Los Cabos II at 1525 Champa, honestly attracted to it by its sign for an all-you-can eat buffet, but then, in the next hour or so, very grateful to the waiter-on-duty - Esteban Romero, who introduced me to a tiny bit of its Peruvian heritage and food.  Esteban, who's 23, is himself very much a Denverite (having been born and raised in the area), attends Johnson & Wales University on the east side of the city where he studies criminal justice, and happens to have a Columbian South American background, but works at "LC2" (my abbreviation) for his aunt and uncle, who are from Peru; his uncle, Hernan Ruiz, started the first Los Cabos Restaurant in 1987, and LC2 has been at this location for about ten years, as noted by Mr. Ruiz, who told me  that the first LC was sold at some point, and this is the sole one that remains.  LC is visible at the south end of what looks like a great 1885-1915 or so cluster that Jane Jacobs (maybe the greatest "urbanist" of the 20th century) would have liked, with a little variety of restaurants, including a sandwich place (the Cheba Hut - can't get that horizontal accent line over the e!), Indian and Mexican restaurants....




and the Bovine Metropolis Theater [a reference to Denver being once viewed as a cowtown, or just to the herds that formerly came into town for ranching shows (through I think the 40's)?]....



While I am no restaurant critic, I thought that what I sampled - "Aguadito de Pollo" (chicken soup, but with a plentiful size including two pieces of chicken which I devoured after finishing a muddy, spicey green liquid, rice, etc; $9.50 for all of that) and "chicha", which Esteban is seen (!) pouring below (for $2.75!) - were very good.



The name of this purple-corn based drink (witness also the mock piece of purple corn courtesy of Esteban...


reminded me of "Chifa", a restaurant in Center City Philadelphia which I believe has the same South American-Chinese fusion, at least in general, which LC2 promotes at the beginning of its menu.  That reminded me of the aspect of "Asia (and Asians) in South America", which I would say many news observers have heard about over the years largely as manifested in the one-time Peruvian premier - Alberto Fujimori, whose daughter brought the family name back to national politics when she ran earlier this year (unsuccessfully I believe) to run Peru herself. Esteban says that his uncle has a partly Chinese background (along with the "Ruiz" surname) and that his aunt, who I did not meet, has some Japanese background.

My review of LC2 is certainly reinforced by its posted citations over recent years from readers of Denver's "Westword" alt newsweekly, and other recognitions, and from a thumbs-up for a soup known as "Criolla" by another tourist to Denver who was there when I dropped in - Jim Malone, of Jamestown, Tennessee, who was in town to see friends and a U2 concert, as he took a break from getting a Ph.D in communications at the University of Tennessee. [Apologies for knowing more about Jim than his soup, but it was similar in price and generous size to my "Aguadito".)

Here is LC2's interior.....



the miniature "llama" at the right side just above (but with real and wonderfully soft llama's hair):


and one of a number of artworks which Esteban proudly noted as Peruvian:


Los Cabos is, in a larger sense, an interface to something that is an obvious bain for city-lovers like me, as it is next to one of many parking lots on this side of town, which "we" might love to hate, but which also get suburbanites to eclectic blocks like the "1500" stretch of Champa, and the liveliness of parts of the adjacent 16th St. Mall, and, in the case of LC's surface "neighbor", Esteban told me that his uncle (and aunt?) own it, and sure enough, one can see a "Ruiz Parking" sign there as in perhaps the second photo below (if enlarged),  meant to show, just to the right of the center, the beautiful, St.Mark's/Venice-inspired Daniels and Fisher Tower.... 



I would not be surprised if the profits from this lot have helped the Ruizs through less financial success at times (just guessing here) with "LC".

All this is no defense of parking lots, but just a basic reminder of symbiotic relationships, missing at the D & F Tower in that its once-conected department store was torn down (though I forget when) in connection with the loss of that nostalgic Denver institution in 1992. The tower, at least,  stands in glorious isolation, as in this picture taken from 15th west of Arapahoe looking north...


 and what looks like good shape, and on this visit, having seen it over the years but never having walked inside, I had the pleasure of reading the display in the tower's elevator lobby, including a history of the D & F company whose store was once known as the "Marshall Field of the West" and whose tower, which was, upon its 1910, 330-foot debut (372 including its flagpole) - at least according to the lobby write-up - the tallest structure west of New York.  Appropriately, then, the most fun fact of the D and F information I saw in the lobby was in regards to a human landmark - Carl Sandell - for whom I just have a word picture, but he was seven feet tall, and if I remember correctly, was a security guard at the opening of the 1911 D & F store, worked as a doorman there until 1961 and died as a fondly remembered "gentle giant" in 1965.

The Rocky Mountains which are often paired with the Denver skyline enliven a number of westward and southward downtown views, as in this one looking south on Lawrence from 15th Street, where, as in many city centers, I might not need to add that the built environment can be pretty deadly, with apologies to the attractive, ca. 1900 office block just barely visible to the left:


One of my favorite vistas, from a limited look on this trip, but thinking that will remain the case, is a westward one on 15th from Champa, where, minus what would be a much more effective illustration with a zoom lense (not the simple digital camera to be cited for non-bravery here :)], you should still get the three layers of the immediate street view, the Romanesque church on the hill a (mile or so?) west of downtown, and mountains, both snow-capped and brown.....