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Local Weather

Here, friend Jamesa very nicely documents the weather we have been experiencing. From about a week ago.

rDay Six-Hundred-Sixty-One: Smoke In The Air

The Pumpkin and Los Angeles Smog, Forty-Eight Years Ago

When my friend Kevin, an avid Porsche enthusiast and European car collector, saw a recently-rediscovered but previously-rejected Kodachrome slide from 1969 of my 1966 Porsche 911, he offered his Photoshop services (he’s a filmmaker and media arts professor at the local university) in an attempt to rescue the image from its grossly faded and discolored and seemingly irredeemable condition. So here is one work-in-progress version of the thing, showing the car (aka “The Pumpkin”) atop Mt. Washington, east of downtown Los Angeles, with the overview of the city and basin below obscured by the dense smog. Probably shot with either my 1960s Nikon F or an old Minolta.

And here’s a crossreference to an aside …

A Series of Unfortunate Events, P.S.

In a followup to yesterday’s post on this subject, I need to report on my first viewing of the actual production: a bit disappointing, finding that I laughed much more frequently during the Daniel Handler Fresh Air interview than the first episode itself. We shall see.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The books were favorites of the kids, when they were kids, and their parents as well. Now we learn that Lemony Snicket’s (aka Daniel Handler), “A Series of Unfortunate Events” begins as a Netflix series — TODAY!

We start with reviews and interviews we heard this noon on NPR’s Fresh Air:

And here is the trailer:

And even more details here.

rDay Six-Hundred-Sixty: There’s More

A new window, middle, passenger side. And some shooting from inside the vehicle, through slightly tinted glass, avoiding the bitter cold.

rDay Six-Hundred-Sixty

This morning I deliver the mini-van to Eric’s for glass replacement and encounter our eggman (The Eggman, one of Charlie’s favorites — he leaves Charlie a sausage or jerky treat every time he drops off our egg order). Then I walk home in lightly falling snow, sharp cold, but no wind for a change.