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Cruise to Mexico: Part 6

Posted by Job O Brother, November 28, 2010 05:20pm | Post a Comment

A monument to early transportation in Puerto Vallarta


Day 5 (Part 1)

Thursday. September 16, 2010

PUERTO VALLARTA


I was awake early and enjoyed my morning coffee looking out over Puerto Vallarta, which was far more clean and money than our previous ports. It kind of looked like San Diego, but with less boring people.* There was even a Costco, which, in the context of the local language, I realized was male.

By this time I was having some World Wide Web withdrawals, and the only thing that kept me from utilizing the Internet lounge was the fee of $826,044 per millisecond they were charging. I realized how addicted I’ve become to researching any little thought that came into my head. Questions such as:

“What’s in gooseberry pie, anyway?” (Hint: not geese.)

“Exactly how many bands has Stephin Merritt been in?” (roughly 826,044)







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Today's holidays

Posted by Eric Brightwell, September 9, 2008 09:00am | Post a Comment


St. Ciarán of Clonmacnoise Day - Catholicism



Kiku no Sekku (Chrysanthemum Day) - Japan 

  
Republic Day - North Korea



Independence Day - Tajikistan



Admission Day - California



Synaxis of the Theopatores Joachim and Anna - Orthodox Christianity



Father Laval Day - Mauritius

son of hysteron proteron: part one

Posted by Whitmore, December 7, 2007 04:17pm | Post a Comment

hysteron proteron - n. inversion of natural order or sense, especially of words; fallacy of proving or explaining a proposition with one presupposing or dependent on it.

It’s been a couple of months since I photographed any of our arty 7 inch boxes, so here are some more examples of post outsider art-damaged modern adverts faux iconography from Amoeba Hollywood 45 Room brain trust.

Hysteron Proteron literally means “the latter before”, and the purpose is to call attention to the more important idea by placing it first. You might say it’s the rhetorical equivalent to "the last shall be first and the first, last". (Sort of reminds me of my old Catholic School Catechism lessons, which no matter how hard I try to obliterate, remains intact in my skull, an example once again of the inverse natural order of things. But the rewards last a lifetime … I mean eternal! The vague and twisted challenges of a post Irish Catholic childhood are the dented theological reflections or simple colorful profanities, available at a drop of a hat … and are never more than just a couple of pints away.) 

California Fool's Gold -- Exploring Montebello

Posted by Eric Brightwell, November 3, 2007 11:10am | Post a Comment

Pendersleigh & Sons' Official Map of Montebello

I went to a baptism the other day for one Mateo Gareza in the city of Montebello, the subject of this neighborhood blog. To vote for another Los Angeles neighborhood, vote here. To vote for a Los Angeles County Community, vote here. To vote for Orange County neighborhoods, vote here.

 
Pendersleigh & Sons' Official Maps of Southeast Los Angeles County

For the occasion I was oaccompanied by none other than Miss San Gabriel Valley 05, 06 and '07, Ngoc Nguyen. Montebello, for those not in the know, is situated between the more interesting East Los Angeles, Monterey Park and Rosemead. It straddles the San Gabriel Valley and SELACO. They used to have a Puerto Rican parade, the only one west of Chicago, but it was deemed too much fun and moved to the Pomona Fairgrounds. It still has a lot of Mexican restaurants, chain stores and bakeries.


Mateo wore a white Ralph Lauren with popped collar and white trousers. Several other boys wore similar outfits, although some sported white dress shirts and vests and the girls all dressed like child brides.
 

  
                       Young Master Gareza                                    Glamorous Montebello Town Center Mall


THE BAPTISM

If you've never been to a Catholic ceremony, you probably wrongly assume (as I used to), that there's scary hushed chanting in Latin, ominous hooded figures, incense and peppermints and statues of Jesus crying real blood.

But sadly, no. There's merely unenthusiastic and unintelligible mumbling, scary sweater-clad figures, acoustic guitars and churchgoers crying real tears of boredom. Catholicism is now like an exaggerated stereotype of the blandest version of Protestantism.

On two separate occasions I went into some weird zone where I could count every speck of dust illuminated by colorful shafts of light passing through stain glass windows and then everyone would stand up (except for the guy that fell asleep) at the prescribed time and I'd come back to the "real" world. You're told to stand. You only stand when you're told to. The spirit will not move you to say "Amen;" rather, the priest will make a gesture. This is the organization that burned people at the stake just for kicks so I did what was expected and tried not to doze off.

As with every Catholic service I've attended, at the final "Amen" there is a spirited dash for the parking lot that rivals the final bell ringing in public school. No donuts and chit chat for this set. It's off to grill outs or bars -- both safely removed from the stifle of the Church.

MONTEBELLO DEMOGRAPHICS & CHARACTER

Today Montebello is roughly 75% Latino (mostly Mexican and Salvadoran), 11% Asian (mostly Japanese) and 11% White (mostly Armenian).  Montebello is home to the oldest Armenian community in Los Angeles County and home to the only Armenian Cathedral in California, Holy Cross Armenian Apostolic CathedralThe Armenian Martyrs Monument at Bicknell Park commemorating the victims of the Armenian Genocide by the Ottoman Turks is the largest monument found on public property in the World. In the early 20th century, Japanese Montebellans ran  four nurseries in town, but were sent to concentration camps during WW II. Japanese-Peruvian and Japanese-Hawaiian communities settled in Montebello after the Japanese interment ended.


MONTEBELLO HISTORY

As with most of the area, the region now part of Montebello was for thousands of years Tongva land. After the Spaniards arrived, most of the Tongva died out with almost none left by 1870. During Spanish and subsequently Mexican rule, most of the lands which now compose the city of were parts of Rancho San Antonio, Rancho La Merced and Rancho Paso de Bartolo
The Juan Matias Sanchez Adobe, built in 1844, remains standing at the center of old Rancho La Merced in eastern Montebello and is the city's oldest structure. The Battle of Rio San Gabriel took place in Montebello on January 8, 1847. After several decades as part of Mexico it became part of the US.

In the 1860s, some 5,000 acres  of the East Los Angeles region was owned by an Italian settler from Genoa, Alessandro Repetto. After his death in 1885, his brother sold his rancho to a consortium of five Los Angeles businessmen. It was out of the Harris Newmark and Kaspare Cohn share that Montebello was established in 1899. After consulting William Mulholland, it was incorporated as the Montebello Land and Water Company in 1900.
 
An area of 200 acres adjacent to the tracks of the San Pedro, Los Angeles & Salt Lake Railroad  were developed into a townsite called Newmark, and the remainder of the land was subdivided into small lots. Newmark became Montebello. Montebello was originally an agricultural community. From its beginnings through the 1920s, the area was famed for its production of flowers, vegetables, berries, and fruits. On October 19th, 1920, the city's name was officially changed to Montebello and it was incorporated.
The discovery of oil by Standard Oil Company on the Anita Baldwin and Walter P. Temple properties in the Montebello hills, in 1917, resulted in a switch from agriculture to oil production. 

MONTEBELLO EATS

The annual Armenian Food Fair is hosted in May every year at Holy Cross Cathedral. As far as restaurants, there's Alberto's Mexican FoodAlexandras, Aloha Hawaiian BBQAlondra Hot WingsAmy's Pastry, Ani's ChickenArry's Super Burger, Astro Burgers, El Atacor No 7, Bakers Square Restaurant & PiesBamboo ExpressBeverly Pizza & Subs, Big SubmarineBJ's Suds & Grubs PizzeriaBrioche PastriesBroaster Kitchen, Bryan's Super Burgers, El BukanasCalifornia Chicken RoasterCalifornia Steak & Fries, Canton City Restaurant, Chela's Tacos, Chicken NowChinese Food ExpressChinese Garden, Crabby's Seafood and MoreThe Daily Brew Coffee House, Doublz, Fiesta MexicanaFruit RevolutionGardunosGina's Pizzeria, Golden Skewer, Golden Ox BurgersGolden Wok, Great WrapsHappy Family Restaurant, Happy Teriyaki Bowl, House of KabobHye BakeryJ&S, JP's Pizzeria, Jimmie's Family RestaurantJin Ja TeriyakiJuan Great FiestaKrazy KabobsKuan's Chinese, LebizuMaki Yaki, Massis KabobMediterranean Express GrillMiki Chan's Okazu Ya, Modern Thai, NeveraNick Paradise CafeOrdonez Mexican Restuarant, Panderia y PastaleriaEl PatioPiccolo MondoLa Pinata Tortilleria, Los PinosPlaya Baja Mexican SeafoodPlaya Baja No 2, Playa Express, Polly's Pies, Rafael's Mexican RestaurantRio's Pizza, Salvatore Italian Restaurant & PizzaSergio's Tacos, La SirenitaSubmarina, Sushi Bar Cafe Hiraki, Sweet O DonutsTaco VillageTacos Don Chente, Tam's BurgersTapia Mexican Food, Tokyo GrillTom's Burgers,Tony's Italian Delicatessen, Tutti Frutti Frozen YogurtTwo Sal's Pizza, Venecia Bakery, Waba GrillWhittier Peruvian Restaurant, Wild Coyote Steakhouse, Zankou Chicken and El Zipote Pupuseria.

STUFF TO DO

A common criticism of Montebello is that there's not much to do. Not exactly au contraire, but what about Beverly Bowl? Club Chico? Little Red Rooster?, The Paloma Room? Quiet Cannon?

MONTEBELLO IN MUSIC



Not a lot of big musicians from Montebello. Jack Russell, lead singer from Great White, is from there. Then there's a rapper who goes by Nosaj Thing. Pioneering Chicano band The Blendells were also from Montebello. It also produced the punk band, Anti-SocialMontebello was mentioned in Little Village's song "The Action."
MONTEBELLO IN FILM

Several actors from Montebello have gone onto receive a degree of recognition. Montebello-born and not-even-remotely-Kazakh-looking actor Jay Hernandez appeared in the Kazakh film Nomad.


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Anna King

Posted by Whitmore, August 18, 2007 11:29pm | Post a Comment

My son just named his new guinea pig “Sally,” and though I’m not a fan of rodent type critters, I think Sally is pretty cool. Also, guinea pigs make this really odd electronic kind of sound when their excited.

Some time ago I wrote about a Jean Dushon single on Atco Records “I’m Tired,” produced by Phil Specter. And with absolute over the top aplomb I ranted, raved and foamed like peroxide on a road rash about that track. “How,” I thought  “can it get any better than this?”  A discovery like this, out of the blue, only happens once in a lifetime to a lowly record store employee.

I went so far as to write that my aching back was miraculously healed by the Bo Diddlyesque drumbeat; it had to be the vibrations!

Well … I may have been wrong; I know this revelation may surprise you. I’m generally not one to exaggerate. Really. Anyway, my backache returned and eventually worsened, but did I lose hope? Almost … but no! I felt that somewhere down the line something greater, something deeper was going to breathe life back into me, an empty shell of a man. Carpe Diem! Corpus, Mens, Spiritus! E pluribus unum! Eureka! Ars longa vita brevis!

A few months back I discovered a 7 inch record from a somewhat obscure singer, Anna King … and this time I think I actually had a religious experience. My back wasn’t healed, but I swear to god I didn’t have an asthma attack for weeks. It’s as if my ears and lungs and bronchial tubes were touched by healing hands.

“Was that you Katherine Kuhlman?”

Long ago I discovered that the flip side is often the hot side, and "Sally" is the B-side to "Mama’s Got a Bag of Her Own", a kind of a dig at Anna King’s old boss. "Sally" is an impossibly soulful, medium tempo ballad with just a hint of a musical arrangement. To start with, there’s a little piano, a touch of a bass line, a kick drum and all the room in the world for the vocals. King first starts off a little breathy, a little hesitant, telling her dear friend Sally about her no good boyfriend.  But by the end the full band kicks in and the vocals just lay it on the line: Sally should just forget about that son of a bitch, because as Anna King plainly states, “I’m gonna steal him from you.”  And I thought they were pals! I just don’t have the words to explain the greatness of this cut. Find it, if it takes you a decade, it would still be worth your time. Think of it as a religious pilgrimage. I’m serious!

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