Archives: 2011 August

Archive for August, 2011

The Art Of Making Things Up

Did you know that actors don’t make up the dialogue they say in movies? That every single word they say is quite literally scripted, as a matter of fact? I know, I was shocked too. The thing is, sometimes — just sometimes — something wholly improvised sneaks its way in. Let’s take a peek.

A serious note: if Harrison Ford contributed nothing else to the world, he would still be brilliant for creating that one truly epic moment. Write that down, Lucas.*

*The Goodosphere apologizes for the previous nerd rant.

Support For NPR Comes From Henry !@#$%&*^ Rollins

Henry Rollins has an exceptional show on Los Angeles’ KCRW. When the station goes to pledge drive-mode, Henry stays in Henry mode. What does that mean for his pledge drive broadcast? It means this:

A KCRW Pledge Drive ditty – by Henry Rollins by KCRW

And, just for kicks, a promo for Bentley’s other show:

Welcome to Hell – by Henry Rollins for KCRW by KCRW

I Am The Eggman, etc.

The greatest photo of ALL TIME?

Thanks, Mwende!

You Can Check Out Anytime You Want, But…

Los Angeles.

Over ten years ago, I was told by my family that we were moving to LA. I wasn’t very happy about this. Aside from not wanting to leave my home, to leave it for Los Angeles? I’m not even sure what preconceptions I had about the city, I just knew I definitely did not want to live there.

Once I arrived, all I thought about was leaving. Aside from just missing my home (and native) land, every other city I visited seemed cooler. Seattle, Chicago, Vancouver… they all have so much character. And not just character, but pride! Every resident of those cities radiates such love for their home. The same can be said for Boston, San Francisco, New Orleans, and just try to shut a New Yorker up about how incredible the Five Boroughs are.

The question is, who feels proud to live in LA? Who defends it? Southern California has an abundance of beautiful locations, but not many of them fall in Los Angeles County. We’ve got unbreathable air, a sun-blindedly bland sky, a sprawling cityscape, and quite possibly the most clinical downtown skyline imaginable. Insult LA all you want and you won’t find much of a fight. Fake? We agree. Corporate? We agree. Artless? We agree.

So why is it that I never want to leave?

The more time you spend in LA, what you begin to realize is that you aren’t the only one that doesn’t belong here. No one belongs here. That’s what we all have in common. New Yahkers can brag about their city all they want, but you know what? It’s easy to feel at home in New York. Feeling at home in LA is a challenge. You have to work to find your place here. You have to struggle through the depression of our unchanging seasons and achingly monotonous architecture. And that bonds all of us far more than living in an obviously “cool” city could.

I love Los Angeles. It’s gorgeous. It’s atmospheric. It’s one of the most truly and originally American places you’ll ever find. You won’t gasp how beautiful it is while your plane is touching down like you might in a typical tourist trap city. No, with LA, you have to get to know it.

Once you do, you can never leave.

All I Want Is You2

A blind fan at a U2 concert holds up a sign requesting a chance to play a song for his wife. Some roadie hero sees it. An unspecified amount of time later, we get this…

Good Quotations: Roller Coaster Of Love

There’s been a lot of talk about the stock market being like a roller coaster ride the past couple of days. We’re weak when it comes to market analysis, but can offer this parallel simile that may be of more use:

“The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down, around and round. It has thrills, chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question: ‘Is this real or is this just a ride?’ And other people have remembered. And they come back and they say, ‘Hey! Don’t worry. Don’t be afraid, ever. Because this is just a ride!’

And we kill those people.

‘Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry! Look at my big bank account! And my family! This has to be real.’

It’s just a ride.

But we always kill those good guys that try to tell us that. You ever notice that? And let the demons run amok…

…But it doesn’t matter because it’s just a ride and we can change it at anytime we want. It’s only a choice: No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love.

The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourselves off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.

Here’s what you can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride: Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defense each year, and instead spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”

– Existentialist Bill Hicks

Baby Monkey (Baby Monkey)

Babies are cute, but — in this case — probably not as cute as a baby monkey (riding on a pig).

Graci, Nico!

California, California, Here We Come (Back?)

It’s been a rough couple of years in California. But as photographer-couple Ryan and Sheri Killackey found, the Golden State still looks pretty Good.

A Day in California from Ryan Killackey on Vimeo.

Good-O-Photo: The Good Gotham Deserves.

It’s Friday, and 50 Fridays from now…

Picture by: Jason Winslow / Splash News

BAM! POW! THE DARK KNIGHT RISES!

One Man’s Trash Is Another’s Front Yard Art Exhibit

Mark Oliver lives in the East Bay. Every morning he takes his dog for a walk on the beach and picks up trash that he later turns into art. And yes, by art I mean a 5-foot-high neon blue poodle made from crabbing rope. Did you ever know that you’re my hero?

Photos courtesy of Michael Macor. Thanks, Chron.