Saturday, November 9, 2013

Scorpi-Oh No!!! Birthday Buddies

I was born under a bad sign.

"SCORPIO - The Slanderer"
(Source)

I'll never forget being jealous of my grade-school friends who bragged about their shared birthdays with Elizabeth Taylor (Pisces), Paul McCartney (Gemini), and Lisa Bonet (okay, so she's also a Scorpio but has a completely different birthday).

I always wanted to share my birthday with awesome celebrities too; leave it to me to be born on the same day (albeit very different years) as Mackenzie Phillips and Sinbad.

I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'...

Don't get me wrong, I've been known to sit through reruns of "One Day at a Time" and I've seen more than my fair share of "A Different World;" incidentally, I would have settled for a co-birthday with Jasmine Guy's Whitley Gilbert (Pisces) or even Dwayne Wayne (Leo)...but Mackenzie and Sinbad?!?!  There are no bragging rights in those names.  Sure, I could have bandied about the fact that Claude Rains was also born on November 10.  Outside of classic-movie buffs and a few teachers, however, I don't think anyone would have given one flying leap about Mr. Skeffington, nee Captain Renault.

"Dr. Jaquith, I presume?"

I guess this just means it is entirely up to me to become world-famous and make the tenth of November something truly special.  I guess I'll have to be the one about whom schoolchildren brag to their chums.

It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make...
Until then, just wish me a "Happy Birthday!"

Okay, so I just did a Google search and, as it so happens, I do share a birthday with Lilly Pulitzer and Ennio Morricone.  I guess that relieves some of the pressure to become a household name (phew!); they are both pretty brag-worthy!

Lilly lounges at home in 1965.
(Source)

"For A Few Dollars More" by Ennio Morricone

Do you share your birthday with someone special?  What is your favorite way to celebrate your birthday?  More importantly, what is your favorite way to celebrate my birthday?


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Chow Time: OCM Sandwich Factory

There is, culinarily speaking, so much to love about Japan - in particular the tradition of placing menu offerings in restaurant windows.  For one thing, one need not be fluent in Japanese to determine if the restaurant is suited to one's taste.  For another, all of this food is fantastically fake!!!  Fashioned out of plastic, these displays are exact replicas of the genuine articles, right down to the tiny veins on the shrimp.  While the quality of craftsmanship varies, as a rule the artistry is incredible.  Where does one begin in the effort to duplicate the gelatinous properties of a poached egg?  I can only assume that it is some prestigious, private university dedicated exclusively to the fine-food arts.

This is but a small fraction of the faux food we saw in Tokyo alone.
I was wont to photograph every window we passed but it became clear, on several occasions, that
I was holding everyone up with my attempt to document this food phenomenon for the folks at home.
Mary, with what I deemed an inappropriate overuse of air quotes, kept reminding me that nothing makes
a travelogue more fascinating than a never-ending slideshow of plastic food.  Seriously though,
outside of Los Angeles' Little Tokyo and a smattering of Japanese-market food courts, this can be
filed under things you just don't see in Southern California.  It was an exciting moment of cultural awareness!

While this is definitely more a novelty than a food reproduction, 
it had me falling in love with Japanese noodle-ry.  What is not to 
love about this levitating pair of ramen-laden chopsticks?  I ask you!

Most of the food replicas look really real and really good enough to eat.  Frankly, because I am such a scaredy-cat when it comes to exotic food adventures, I think I would rather eat the wax/plastic/foam rubber offerings than their more intentionally-digestible counterparts.

Quiz Time: Which one of these is the real food?

Trick question!  They're both real, but would you
actually want to ingest the contents of either tray?
Count me out!

In the face of many insistent pronouncements that McDonald's in Japan outshines its international peers, as staunch abstainers, we saw absolutely no reason to patronize the establishment that we so ably avoid at home.  Luckily (or perhaps unluckily - I was hoping to return home a few pounds lighter than when I left as the result of a self-induced starvation diet), there is no dearth of variety and accessibility to tasty fare in Japan, making McDonald's no more than a moot point.  Bound and determined to master the use of chopsticks and eat where the locals ate, we ate our fair share of traditional Japanese cuisine but every once in awhile, we got a hankering for something with more familiarity and much less roe.

Following in the tiny footsteps of our fearless tour guide and Japanese sister, we found our way to the first "American" (a term I place quite advisedly between quotation marks) food outlet of our trip.

OCM Sandwich Factory - Kokura, Japan

As it turns out, American sandwich bread is not a staple of the Japanese diet; the result is a disheartening absence of sandwiches.  Sure, there are a couple of Subway sandwich franchises in the airport terminals but you could spend a good deal of time convincing yourself that your growling stomach was actually saying the words "I hate you! Why are you doing this to me," before finding a proper sandwich after you've gone through Customs.

It is especially sad for me because I have had a lifelong love affair with sandwiches!  Honestly, with enough mayonnaise, you could pretty much put anything between two slices of bread and I am liable to make like Shaggy and Scooby and eat the whole thing in one bite.  Whenever we play the "If you could only have one food for the rest of your life" game I always choose sandwiches because it is broad enough category to incorporate a bevy of options.  At OCM Sandwich Factory, options are not a problem.

I think the staff of OCM was a little intimidated to see a couple of giant Americans
test the validity of their American-style sandwich claims.  I'm not complaining
but I did wonder when the last time the proprietors enjoyed an American sandwich;
some of the options were delicious but unusual - squash relish???

Instead of mayonnaise, OCM spreads on the Americana very thickly with vintage food tins, toys, and collectibles.

At any moment during our meal, I felt like I could make a local call home.

As much as we appreciated the attention to decor detail, we wanted a sammich!

Nami and Mary both got grilled chicken and, by the look of things, they were pretty excited.
We were all excited by the bill; sandwiches were only a few dollars apiece!

I ordered egg salad and hashbrowns!

Almost positive that Nami doesn't read this blog, I can finally let the cat out of the bag.
Knowing that I would be presented with all kinds of food that I wouldn't eat even
under extreme duress, and not wanting to be rude by turning my nose up at local
delicacies, I explained before my arrival that I had converted to strict vegetarianism
(eggs being an exception).  I even learned to say "Watashi-wa bejitarian dess (I am
a vegetarian)."  I missed out on a few carnivorous opportunities but actually
ended up loving my egg salad and hashbrown sandwich.

I know a few people who add fries to their burgers.  Clever.  Cliff Huxtable always snuck a few potato chips onto his hoagies.  Good thinking.  While putting a slab of crispy hashbrowns on a sandwich might not be American, it is pure genius! 

There may be an absence of fake food in their window, but OCM Sandwich Factory is a feather in the culinary cap of Japan.  If we ever make it back to those golden shores, OCM will be a definite item on our itinerary!  What do you like on your sandwich?  Do you have a sandwich shop near you that is the very best (let me know, I will travel pretty far for a good sandwich)?


OCM Sandwich Factory
2F Kondo Building #3-6
Senbamachi, Kokurakita-ku
093-522-5973


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Sew What?! Barkcloth Betty


Even though it looks nothing like the iconic, blue halter dress that she wore every single day of her entire adult life, I was inspired by the essence of Betty Rubble when I found two-and-a-half yards of vintage, So-Fro Originals barkcloth at the thrift store.  So-Fro Originals was a mid-century fabric manufacturer that often employed well-known designers/artists, including Peter Max, to create over-the-top prints. 

My fabric featured a chocolate-brown field with
myriad geometric shapes in brilliant neon colors.

This primitive, So-Fro print had me envisioning something that Betty would have packed when she and Wilma finally ditched the boys for a well-deserved, girls-only, seaside vacation.

(Source)

With Betty in mind, I created a gathered tube top with detached puff sleeves and a matching skirt.  Because yardage was in short supply, I ditched the idea of intricate patterns and made everything out of a series of rectangles - easy!  Mary decided to pack the ensemble for our trip to Japan and busted it out for our exploration of Yoyogi Park and the Harajuku district of Tokyo.

Because these areas of Tokyo are well-known for the extreme fashions displayed by participants in Tokyo's many subcultures, Mary elected to turn things up a notch when styling the outfit.  She teased her hair within an inch of its life, adding an aqua scarf and two armfuls of colorful bangles; more than Betty Rubble, I think she was channeling Jill Scott from The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency (definitely recommended if you've never seen it).

Our friend, Kazumi, helped us check off a major item
on our Harajuku to-do list - "Purikura" or Print Club!

Print Club takes old-timey photo booths to a "whole 'nother level!"
A series of digital photos are taken, giving the subjects the
appearance of a flawless complexion and giant, anime eyes.
I'm pretty positive it shaves a couple pounds/kilos off too. 

We were so taken by the fun of Purikura that we went back the next day to take even more photos.  The fun doesn't end with a vaseline lens, magic-mirror airbrushing, and bugged-out eyes; users are offered a stylus and screen to add captions, stamps, make-up/eyelashes, frames, backgrounds, hats, glasses, and any number of things to distract from the hateful realities of one's actual appearance.

I call this one "Angry Angel Babies."

And this one, "Only Mother Could Be Loving" - translated directly from Japanese.

Sadly, neither of our trips to Harajuku resulted in hoards of fabulously-dressed, Japanese-wannabe-Gwen-Stefani-wannabes.  Believe it or not, we were the most oddly-dressed folks swimming decidedly against the current in a sea of modestly-dressed tourists looking for photo-ops of Harajuku Girls, Lolitas, and members of the Japanese Rockabilly Club.  I think all of the cool kids realized what a tourist trap this area was becoming and moved on to pastures greener.  Left stranded wearing neon barkcloth, teased hair, and hand-painted monster sweatshirts, we coined a new term for our wacky tacky Japanese looks - "Hara-cuckoo!!!"


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Monday, November 4, 2013

Mom's In Love With A Sexy-genarian

My mom married my dad long before she knew of Tom Selleck but I think it is more than fair to attribute the longevity of their union to facial hair, corduroy shorts, and the Detroit Tigers.  Ever since I've known her, my mom has had what ultimately amounts to a fervent, yet extremely-chaste, crush on Thomas Magnum.

Who's my real father???

Doppelganger-status might be debatable but remove your glasses and
stand back from the computer screen - the tousled locks, crinkly-twinkly
eyes, and push-broom mustache and maybe, just maybe...

It's all in the eye of the beholder, I guess!
Anyhow, can you say that your parents are Tom Selleck and Tammy Wynette?
I didn't think so.

This past Saturday marked the 60th birthday of my dear, old dad.  People kept referring to him as a "sexagenarian" - only giving credence to my long held suspicion that we might have some Armenian heritage...

Based on the husky-framed fellow in the middle, is there any
question as to where I get my solid stature and sense of style?

Sixty is a milestone birthday for anyone; for reasons I've discussed before, it was a huge marker for my dad because honestly, he gave us plenty of opportunities to wonder if he'd make it this far.  To honor the occasion, we thought way outside the box and had a birthday party in his honor.

A tradition of "tablescapes" was established long ago in our house.
Becoming infamous for my impossible, impractical place settings,
I went with a scheme of silver, gold, white and tonal turquoise.

I love using coordinating candy; this hardcore, dollar-
store shopper found the perfect tins at the 99 Cents Store!
A gold-framed portrait of my pop was set at every place.

In fact, pictures of my dad abounded on every available surface!



To team with the theme, I made a subtly-ombre (give me a break, dividing batter
into even thirds and trying to deepen the color with each step is tricky) cake using
the family recipe for triple-decker coconut cake.

As with all of my bright ideas in baking, it tasted much better than it looked!

Learning a lesson from last year, I placed long-lasting taper candles in the cake;
it takes us a long time to get through our birthday anthems and blow out the candles!

I think we caught him mid-huff...

His dolphin-shorts days are long behind him.  He may not go to Rick's.  He may not have any cool, helicopter-piloting friends named T.C.  He may not be on the payroll of Robin Masters, or drive a Ferrari, or live in Hawaii, or capture the bad guy, or...  Alright, alright, he's no Magnum P.I.  He's better!!! 

Happy Birthday Pop!  Here's hoping we can torment you for another sixty years!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Post-Mortem Family Photos

I feel so lucky that my parent's home has sort of become the informal repository for a large measure of the family history archives.  Paging through innumerable albums and digging through boxes of letters, greeting cards, documents, and assorted ephemera provides me with an endless amount of well-intentioned time wasting.  It never fails that I brave their garage in order to find some useful tool and instead end up waist-deep in a genealogical avalanche of my own making - ours is less a family tree and more a family quicksand pit.

I find it all fascinating but take particular interest in the photos.  It is wonderful to see pictures of one's grandparents as school children.  It is hilarious to see one's parents as awkward teenagers.  It is in equal measure interesting and unsettling to stumble across a picture of an unknown and distant relative only to realize that he is the genetic explanation for one's crooked teeth and nose.  It is even more disturbing to discover a picture of one's great-great grandfather as he lie peacefully in his coffin with a spray of calla lilies trembling on the verge of their own demise.

Hiya, Gramps!  Not feeling too well, huh?

Even better than the photograph, is the fact that it was turned into a postcard - ostensibly
as a souvenir for the mourning friends and family who were unable to attend the funeral.

Is it better or worse do you think, the obviousness of his condition in this photograph rather than the slightly earlier photos of the Victorian-era bodies lovingly propped up into startlingly-lifelike positions and situations?  "Be damned cholera, this husband and wife loved to recite the works of Shakespeare by lamplight," they seem to say from beyond the grave.  It is all so delightfully ghastly.

I never considered my family particularly macabre but we grew up with several reminders of death around the house, including this little gem.

"At Rest"
This Victorian coffin plaque/casket plate continues to hang on the bath...er, restroom door.
I definitely come by my appreciation for the absurd honestly.

Do you have any family photos of this nature?  Do they spook you or intrigue you?  However you feel about post-mortem photos, we hope that you have a picture-perfect Halloween!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Million Monster March: The Anaheim Halloween Parade

Although it hasn't yet been made official, I'm pretty sure that we are honorary citizens of Anaheim, CA.  We are probably over thinking it, but out of sheer good taste and unqualified breeding, we're just waiting for the mayor's announcement that both a street and a day will be dedicated to Tiny & Mary before we send out the invitations to the ribbon cutting ceremony.

"Where's our key to the city, huh?!"

This could take a while...
(photo courtesy of Star Class Media)

We spend so much time with our Anaheim-resident friends that sometimes it feels like we live there - especially when it comes to Anaheim's big day to shine - The Anaheim Halloween Parade! 

Andy Anaheim, a character created nearly 60 years ago by
Disney artists, stepped off the parade with his rotating head,
functioning arms, and booming bass drum.

For months and months, our pals over at the Anaheim Historical Society have been planning, designing, and preparing for this year's parade.  While the parade has always been a rallying opportunity for the community and a real source of hometown charm, the recent past has seen the it dwindle into a cavalcade of local politicians and obscure beauty queens.  Great - and very successful - pains were taken this year to restore some of the thematic elements that make it the Anaheim Halloween Parade.

Just a sampling of the projects as they progressed
at the official parade headquarters.

If nothing else, I have a modicum of rhythm.  Obviously, marching in a parade would come so very much like a second nature to someone so rhythmically-blessed as myself, that I could easily miss the parade meetings and just jump right in at the last minute, right?  Right?!?!

It begins at sundown.

I quickly learned that marching in a parade is more than soliciting high-fives from the crowd; it is an art form!
There's definitely a trick to walking, waving, and wearing a mask (sans glasses) all at the same time!
(photo courtesy of Star Class Media)

We were in the old-timey section of the parade.
The positioning worked out perfectly as we were able to recycle last year's
costumes (after returning from Japan, time, energy, and funds were low).

This cat costume, worn by our pal, Norma,
was a hit with us and with the crowd!

The two-part, man-powered Haunted House had a wooden frame but the
rest of the structure was  - believe it or not - cardboard!
The artists behind these pieces are incredible.

Speaking of cardboard, this is another cardboard sculpture.
Reminiscent of the trees from The Forest of No Return in Babes in Toyland,
the amount of depth and texture achieved in this piece is mind blowing!
Once all of the lantern foliage was lit, it was spectacular!

Shriners rule the world!
The minicars and calliope/organ wagon are always a highlight!
I had a very, very small hand in bringing the
"Heebie Jeebie" to life, so small in fact, that
I shouldn't even mention it.  But I am nothing
if not one to take credit where credit isn't due!

The Jungle Cruise/Tiki contingent of the parade was
 among my favorite entries!  Dig that crazy mask!

There was so much more to the parade, but because I skipped, tripped, waddled marched this year, I depended on the kindness of friends for many of these photos.  If you are anywhere in the area, you are more than welcome to contribute and participate in next year's Anaheim Halloween Parade.  

Join the fun!!!
(photo courtesy of Star Class Media)

2014 will mark the parade's 90th year and it is sure to be a spectacle of unprecedented proportions; contact the Anaheim Halloween Parade website for more information.  For additional information on the history and redevelopment of Anaheim please visit the Anaheim Historical Society.  Preparations for next year's parade begin in January 2014.  Happy Halloween!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Witch's House

I live very close to a neighborhood that was built by a contractor of singular vision.  High-pitched rooflines, lava rock, decorative block, thatched roofs, bamboo thickets - this is a mid-60's explosion of tiki architecture.  Oddly enough, instead of vowel-filled Polynesian names, the streets of this wicky-wacky, tiki-tacky enclave have names with a distinctly brogue-ish lilt to them - Killybrooke, Killarney, Limerick, et al.  Odder still, is the fact that many of the residents, armed only with leaded-glass front doors, contemporary paver walkways, and Cape Cod color schemes, fight a losing battle against the existing architecture; it creates such a dissonance that it almost circles back around into wacky tacky territory...but not quite.

There is nothing I love more than when people truly embrace the beauty of their given architecture, especially when the architectural style is inherently wacky tacky.  There is no better example than the Witch's House in Beverly Hills, CA.

Spooky in the dappled afternoon sunlight, even if my name was
Hansel or Gretel, I don't think I'd be able to resist the charms of this house!

Built in 1921, in the early days of the Storybook craze, the Witch's House was transplanted to its current location in the mid-1930's.  Famously featured in the movie Clueless, the details of the home cut a distinctively-wacky tacky figure among the manicured lawns of lowland Beverly Hills.  Fortunately, the homeowners of this house have embraced the history of the structure.  Lovingly restoring its many brilliant details, they have maintained a true landmark in a city filled with more caricature than earnest historical character.

The ramshackle shingles and shutters, the paint,
and the cartoony, copper, chimney pots give every
indication that there is an actual witch on the premises.

"No Trespassing, Keep Out"
The signs are so charming that they're difficult to obey.

A mini moat, a foot bridge, and an overgrown cottage garden add so much depth and texture.
You see that tree?  Who says we don't have autumn in Southern California?!!?!

The stone walls/pillars are topped with pumpkins of equal character.

At the Witch's House, it is a Happy Halloween every day of the year!

History is a challenging word to apply to a part of the world that is so relatively young; for California, however, the Witch's House is a big part of our history in terms of industry, architecture, and culture.  Boo-ravo to the witch for keeping it so spooky!

"Trick or Treat" (1952)

Do you have any spooky houses in your neighborhood?  Is your house witchy or maybe even haunted?   Does it come alive during the Halloween season?  Here's hoping you have a Happy Halloween!

The Witch's House
516 Walden Dr
Beverly Hills, CA


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny