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Where The Hell Have I Been? Recovering.

Monday, March 12th, 2012

It’s not like me to go more than a couple days between posting anything, and my excuse is that it pretty much took me the weekend to recuperate from the all-nighter I pulled Friday shadowing the 340-ton rock between South Los Angeles and its destination at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art on the final night of the journey that began in Riverside County about a week and a half ago.

I left the house at 8:45 p.m. to bike downtown and meet up with my friend Joni, wherein we pedaled down to Figueroa Street south of Gage in time for the rock’s 10 p.m. departure aboard its elaborate 200-foot long, three-traffic-lane-wide transporter.

Here’s a clip of the monster vehicle juuuuuuust barely clearing a speed limit sign at the bend in Figueroa Street just south of Exposition Boulevard:

That above location will now forever hold a frustrating place in my head as it was where I suffered one of the most dumbfounding brainfarts of my life. In addition to the camera I used for the realtime footage, I was also timelapsing each pass-by with my GoPro cam on a small tripod. After the truck had passed, I packed up what I thought was both cameras into my pack and Joni and I headed up through the USC campus to get ahead of it to await its first left turn at Figueroa and Adams. Upon arrival I went to unpack the GoPro and it wasn’t there — meaning I’d somehow managed to leave it behind. I made the obligatory return to the scene of my idiocy but I knew the whole way back that the odds of the device sitting there untouched amidst all the foot traffic were slim, and sure enough when I arrived it was gone. Sigh. All I could do was hope whoever found it needed it more than I did and would take better care of it than I had, and I returned crestfallen to Fig and Adams where I spent pretty much the rest of the night (and weekend) flip-flopping between letting it go and kicking myself for committing such an incredible and inexplicable fail.

The good news is that the rock was making great time. We met up with my friend Elson at Adams and Normandie and after that the crew flawlessly executed the rig’s toughest turn of the night, a right onto Western from Adams. Not much later the rig completed the left from Western onto Wilshire at 1:30 a.m., and things suddenly looked like they might wrap up way ahead of schedule. But thanks to illegally parked cars along that homestretch as well as a traffic signal that needed to be moved out of the rock’s way (see photo below), it then took three hours to get from there to the front of LACMA, pulling to a stop at 4:30 a.m. for an extended stop/photo opp before a large crowd who cheered its arrival. Continuing west it made a right from Wilshire Boulevard onto Fairfax and then a right halfway up the block onto the museum’s grounds where it will be installed in the Levitated Mass exhibit slated to open in about six weeks. I said goodbye to Joni via text as she was somewhere else near a plug recharging her phone, and Elson and I headed back east through the quiet streets by the dawn’s early light.

Here’s a clip of the vehicle passing in front of the United Methodist Church on Wilshire Boulevard between Highland and La Brea:

About a block and a half after the church, an LADOT service crew jumped into action to elevate the traffic signal at Fremont Place so the rock could continue rolling:

Not taking anything away from the largest rock to be transported since ancient times, but honestly, the vehicle was more impressive than its precious cargo. And not taking away from the enjoyment of being witness to the final leg of its journey across town, but by the time I got home at about 7 a.m. all the coffee in the can wouldn’t have kept me awake, and I crashed until 11 a.m. and then again from 1 to about 4 p.m. on the backyard hammock. Sunday, I did manage to do some leaf sweeping in the front of the house and go get Susan and me some lunch, but that was about it for productivity.

Still, if I had the chance to do it all again, I wouldn’t hesitate. And I wouldn’t lose any of my equipment.

A Bit O’ History: General George S. Patton’s Dad Was The Original Owner Of Our Silver Lake Land

Sunday, January 29th, 2012

After my trip Thursday to the Metro Courthouse to see about the status of the ticket I got on my bike in December turned out to be a wasted one, I pedaled up to the Central Library to redeem the day by checking out an exhibit of historical Los Angeles maps that are being displayed in the branch’s first floor galleries (If you’re interested, I wrote at about why it’s something worth checking out).

Of the excellent selection of cartography arrayed, one that I found very intriguing was the first true plat map made in 1884 showing ownership of various parcels of land throughout the city’s original core boundaries. And after marveling both at the creek that used to run down what’s now Silver Lake Boulevard as well as at what had been the unknown original reservoir location to the south of what’s now the Silver Lake Reservoir (basically submerging Silver Lake Boulevard between Sunset Boulevard and Effie Street), I snapped the following picture of the northwest corner of it for further review to determine which not-yet-subdivided parcel contained our future lot (click it for the bigger picture):

So today I opened it up, and from the bottom third of the above pic was able to translate the near nonexistent street grid of the city 128 years or so into the future and find the intersection of Canal and Temple streets then are today’s Bellevue Avenue and London Street, from which our street extends northward over parcels that were first owned by a GH Smith & GS Patton.

With a last name of Patton I wondered if that wouldn’t be the coolest thing if that person might not be a relation of none other than famed World War II General.

So I took a shot in the dark and googled “GS Patton land owner Los Angeles” and I wouldn’t you know there stood a good chance that it was Patton’s dad. Via a link to the book “Los Angeles from the Mountains to the Sea, Vol.2” by John Steven McGroarty, a passage in it showed me that GS Patton was General Patton’s father, who it turns out owned a lot of real estate after coming to Los Angeles in 1878 (see the bolded text near the end of the passage below):

Since there’s some vagueness as to whether that bolded sentence referred to Patton or Benjamin D. Wilson, the influential father of the woman he married, I went searching from more proof. So I next googled “GH Smith.” The first hit took me to a book titled “Out West, Vol. 25” by Charles Lummis that identified a “Col. G.H. Smith” as being one of the founders of the Los Angeles Public Library. Then another reference identified him as “Geo. H. Smith,” and finally I got to the George Hugh Smith Wikipedia page, and found what I was looking for (text emphasized below):

George Hugh Smith was born in Philadelphia, the son of George Archibald Smith and Ophelia Ann Williams. His family moved back to Virginia when he was a child. Smith attended Virginia Military Institute (VMI) in Lexington, Virginia with his cousin George Smith Patton, and graduated in 1853. Smith was admitted to the bar in 1855, and he practiced law until the out break of the Civil War.

Smith and Patton… cousins!? Dang.  Further on down Smith’s Wiki page it says he came to Los Angeles in 1869 and got into the legal side of the real estate game:

In 1870 Smith joined the law partnership of Alfred Chapman and Andrew Glassell, the firm becoming known as Glassell, Chapman & Smith. Their law practice was confined chiefly to real estate transactions and they made their fortunes in the large partition suits.

In fact, if you look on the map two parcels south of the Canal and Temple streets intersection you’ll see one owned by an A. Glassell — no doubt Smith’s partner, Andrew.

So there you have it, folks. In the grand scheme of things this might not be much more to most than an asterisk in the annals of Los Angeles’ first land boom, but to a history geek like me, it’s just diggity dang cool knowing that in 1884 the father (and cousin) of the legendary World War II general — and two notable gentlemen in their own right — were the first owners of the standard plot of land upon which our little house was build 22 years later in 1906.

UPDATE (02.25): I learned through this nifty little documentary vid linked from this post at the Eastsider LA Blog regarding the history of The Cut that was first a railway and then Sunset Boulevard, that a geneological clarification is in order. While GH Smith was in fact the cousin of GS Patton II as well as of Patton II’s son, the famed World War II general, Smith was also and more importantly Patton II’s and the general’s step-father and step-grandfather, respectively. The general’s paternal grandfather, GS Patton I, was killed in a Civil War battle, leaving Susan Thornton Glassell a widow, who Smith subsequently married in 1870. So in addition to being a bloodline cousin to Gen. Patton, Smith was his step-grandfather by marriage and, in fact, the only grandfather he ever knew.


Watts Happening Ride 2012: The Spokecard Art Is Here

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

I haven’t done much here in way of tooting/touting my upcoming bigger-and-better-than-last-time’s Watts Happening Ride next month, but I figured since I slapped together the spokecard art yesterday, why not start the tooting/touting now:

Basic details — When: February 18 at 9 a.m. Start/Finish: Happy Foot/Sad Foot sign at the northwest corner of Sunset Boulevard & Benton Way in Silver Lake. Approximate time to elapse: 5-6 hours. Total distance: 32.95 miles.

Optional partial ride: If doing the full ride isn’t feasible, consider joining the ride at approximately 9:30 a.m. downtown on Spring Street (anywhere between 2nd & 9th streets) for the roughly 9-mile segment to the Watts Towers. The 103rd Street Blue Line station is near to the towers and can be an alternative to get you back into downtown.

The Facebook event page is here. The complete route map is here.

It Is Easier To Destroy Bridges Than To Build Them

Monday, November 21st, 2011

A Thursday Los Angeles Times article on the then-pending City Council vote to demolish the historic 6th Street Bridge over the Los Angeles River in favor of a replacement of more modern design, illicited a strong enough reaction to what seemed the councilmembers’ foregone conclusion that I wrote the Times a letter that morning.

My issue is not with the bridge’s required destruction — that’s long been mandated by its increasing instability due to a chemical reaction that’s slowly decomposing its concrete. My issue is with those factions who are demanding that no aspect of the 79-year-old icon be incorporated into the new bridge, which renderings depict as having little more character than a Golden State Freeway overpass in Burbank.

On Friday, the council — with the surprising notable exception of Tom LaBonge — did as despicably expected and decided not to remember history, but to forget about  it.

My letter ran at the top of today’s opinion section. Here’s a snap of the print version (click it for the bigger picture):

Touring My Town

Wednesday, July 13th, 2011

On the occasion of my cousin Margaret’s last day in Los Angeles before flying home to Nashville, I picked her up from my mom’s to show her some sites, and we ended up doing more than I expected:

Watts Towers
Central Avenue Jazz District
Central Library
Disney Concert Hall
Angels Flight
Grand Central Market
Million Dollar Pharmacy
Million Dollar Theater
Bradbury Building
Pershing Square
Biltmore Hotel
Olvera Street
Union Station

We really lucked out in that Disney Hall was offering access to its auditorium since the philharmonic was practicing at the Hollywood Bowl:

We headed south on Grand and caught the Angels Flight back down to Hill Street where we strolled through Grand Central Market to Broadway. After a visit to the awesome botanica-ness of the Million Dollar Pharmacy, we found the gate to the Million Dollar Theater half-up and though I was hesitant to try the lobby doors, Margaret had no reservations and found them unlocked. With the permission of a gentleman stationed near the concession stand we were able to admire the auditorium’s unique circular design.

After that we wandered back to the library via Pershing Square and the Biltmore and made our way to Olvera Street for lunch followed by a walk through of Union Station before getting her back to my mom’s. Awesome!

The East Bank

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

For whatever reason, I was having more trouble processing my fatherlessness than I’ve ever had in pretty much all my 46 previous Father’s Days, brought to you by the deadbeat coward sonofabitch I’ve never met named William Lloyd Campbell who’d be 84 this year if he is still among the living. All I know of him is at the time I came into this world he was 37, born in Canada, and worked as a writer/director at J. Walter Thompson, a company which apparently compensated its employees so poorly that he couldn’t afford to pay the $75 a month court-ordered child support. Asshole.

Yeah, I have issues. But I haven’t been this frustrated about it and him this much since I was a teenager and I entertained “A Boy Named Sue” fantasies of hunting him down and cutting off a piece of his ear.

Anyway, as the day progressed and I got increasingly bunched up emotionally, as usual the cure for what ailed me was a bike ride and this afternoon as the lingering June gloom started to finally break up, I biked myslef down to the East Bank of the Los Angeles River where for the first time today I ventured upon it south of Fletcher Avenue — a far more rugged and less developed (or utilized) side of the waterway. Having the three-mile length of it to myself and feeling very Lewis & Clarksian, I discovered much there to further increase my love for our misbegotten river — including an absolutely wonderful section of rushing whitewater that was just entirely enchanting, and exactly what I needed to shake off the negativity.

Yeah, that’s me on the bank below soaking up the sun in fully pronated decompression mode, a still taken from the inevitable (and soon to come) timelapse video made of the trek (click it for the bigger picture).

If you’ve been on this side of the river, I’ll bet you know this spot’s location. But if not and you’re extra nice to me maybe one day I’ll muster my dormant group ride organizational skills and show it to you.

Sooooo Ready

Saturday, April 9th, 2011

Juuuuuuuuuust as I was beginning to wonder where my official CicLAvia 2011 Supporter spokecard was at, it showed up in the mail a couple days ago and made real all the latent anticipation I have for the second 7.5-mile long street party taking place tomorrow morning.

I warranted being sent one of those as a reward not for my cheerleading of the first event or for my deathlessly overexposed  — if well-received — timelapse video from the inaugural ride (though both were immensely appreciated by the CicLAvirati). Instead it was because I’m a cheap bastard and kicked in only $20 during fundraising efforts.

But back on that tiresome topic of timelapses, I was debating what to do camera-wise with tomorrow’s ride. I thought about not doing anything at all, but that wouldn’t do. I timelapse practically every journey on my bike, but the last thing I wanted was a repeat of the handlebar-mounted POV as I did the first time.

In addition, my camera situation had decidedly improved with the acquisition of a GoPro Hero cam that’s actually designed for motion and action, unlike my beloved Canon that valiantly goes where no point ‘n shooter is meant to suffer such long-distance shakes, rattles and rolls.

So. I decided to mount the Hero from the seat tube (as such, at left; pay no attention to that optically illusioned extreme seat angle) so as to offer a rear-facing perspective — symbolic if you will in that I was “looking forward” to CicLAvia I and will be “looking back “over the second. I’m hopeful that angle will allow the camera to catch more faces, offering more of a “who” of the ride than only the “what” that comes from people’s backs.

I’m also aiming to travel slower. My first timelapse made it seem as if I was racing through and past my fellow CicLAvians. I wasn’t, actually, just going at my own regular pace. I’m no speedster, just a big-legged singlespeed cranker who’s gotta consciously throttle back.

In addition, I’m hoping to stop at points along the way so as to be able to incorporate footage captured from some static shots of the passings-by and goings-on. To that end, I also finally mounted a kickstand (last seen as original equipment on discarded mid-’70s bike I rebuilt into The Phoenix) to 8Ball, so I can station the bike without need of a rail or pole to keep her upright.

Last but not least I expect that I’ll still bolt my good ol’ Canon to the front of the bike, perhaps to include any interesting forward-facing snippets (or maybe if I get fancy: split screens of both front and rear happenings).

Excessive? Well, at least I’m not bolting sideways-facing cams on and trying to get full-circle coverage… hmmmmmm.

Maybe for CicLAvia III.