Showing posts with label Megan McMurtrey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Megan McMurtrey. Show all posts

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Keeping it Kosher

WHILE working on my final blog project for class, I took a trip down to the old Jewish district of L.A., a place where I visited a lot during my childhood. My orthodox Jewish grandmother, who moved to L.A. from Jerusalem after the death of my grandfather, rarely left the Jewish district, particularly the intersection of Pico and Robertson, so we were often forced to go to her. This gave me kind of a slightly skewed vision of L.A. and grew up thinking that all Angelenos wore black suits and floor length dresses and only ate at kosher delis.

Traveling back to this area for the first time since my childhood brought back a lot of good memories. I walked around the streets looking at all the small boutiques with their menorahs and Seder plates displayed in the window. Instead of the After-Easter Sales you see at so many other stores, storefronts displayed signs declaring “Passover Sales!” There were Jewish barbershops, a Jewish community center, a large temple, and numerous kosher delis.

But what I found the most interesting on the street, wasn’t all of the family owned businesses with their Hebrew signs, but the Subway Restaurant that sat in between them. Out of curiosity and hunger I went in and ordered a sandwich. Only when I went to ask for cheese on my turkey sandwich, they wouldn’t do it! It was a kosher Subway. I should have known. So I left with my cheese-less sandwich feeling slightly like a bad Jew.

But that’s the beauty of L.A., there’s a little bit of everything here. So for those Angelenos who prefer their meats and cheeses in the same meal, there are plenty of Subways ready to provide just that. But for people who prefer to keep it kosher, as Grandma Cohen would say, they can just head down to Pico.
-- Megan McMurtrey

(kosher symbols image via joyofkosher.com)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Arcadia/Utopia: The Final Meditations

crowd at the Olvera Street rotunda

Walking along the uneven cobblestone streets with a taco in hand, Angelenos visit this historic monument by the hundreds everyday. The street is lined with 27 historic buildings and the essence of Mexican culture -- mariachi beats linger on visitor's ears. Unlike the rest of Los Angeles's growing Downtown, this street market is the oldest part of the city where several vendors make it a point to not accept credit cards, as to keep withe the tradition of a personal touch . . . . Though a place of festivities, fiestas and restaurants now, there was a time when a serious restoration was in need, and that's where Harry Chandler came in . . . . Olvera Street is a place where the oldest of Los Angeles meets the newest of California tourism and Mexican pride . . . . "

Olvera Street -- Jessica Fernandez






bradbury building interior

"Even for Broadway, in the heart of Downtown L.A. where Spanish villas resided next to Victorian mansions, the Bradbury building stuck out as something different, something "other.' IN the early 1890s, mining millionaire, Lewis Bradbury commissioned architect George Wyman to design the monument, but Wyamn refused until he received a message from his dead brother telling him to take the project. Keeping with the Angeleno style of borrowing from many cultures, countries and styles, the Bradbury building draws inspiration and material from France, Belgium and Mexico. Wyman cited his inspiration for the architecture as life as he imagined it in the year 2000....I will explore the history behind the Bradbury Building, its use in modern cinema and detail how the building's old-fashioned style is exactly what has kept in in use for the last 120 years."

The Bradbury Building -- Andi Edgett









Even now, walking down Abbot Kinney Bouleveard, one gets a glimpse into the quirky, artsy past that has characterized the seaside town of Venice. Named after it's founder, Abbot Kinney was originally developed as an extension of the bohemian Venice Beach lifestyle. Once can get a sense of this free-spritied lifestyle walking down the street which is still dotted with numerous art galleries. There are still the family-owened businesses with water bowls sitting out front for customers to stop by with their pets, showing that Venice still remains a "dog town." However in the past few years, Venice has begun to shift toward a Beverly Hills-esque sophistication . . . . The collision of old and new is what make Abbot Kinney a perfect example of Arcadia and Utopia combined into one


Abbot Kinney -- Megan McMurtrey


Disneyland Entrance Sign

While Disneyland, in Anaheim, is not technically part of Los Angeles, the development of this theme park has had direct correlation to the city of Los Angeles during its entire existence. For instance, the Walt Disney Company originated in Los Angeles and still has its major offices in Burbank. But for this piece, I hope to explore how Disneyland and its neighboring park, Disney's California Adventure (DCA), have been places for tourists and natives to experience idealized aspects of the city in a controlled environment. In DCA, an entire "land" of the park is dedicated to Hollywood while many other areas pay homage to the entire city. . . It can be argued that the Arcadia here is the real elements of Los Angeles that are depicted while the Utopia is the hyper-reality that Disney has successfully created.. . . "

Disney's Los Angeles -- Reilly Wilson





Angel's Flight

" . . . Angels' Fligtht and the Grand Central market are still downtown making it a place where old/new and invented/naturally beautiful collide"

-- Angels' Flight -- Jackie DiBiase






(images: eric chan, jim winstead, mousetalgia, lifesuperchanger via flickr creative commons; abbot kinney, via caviarand cashmere.com)

Monday, April 18, 2011

Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim

GROWING up only ten minutes from Anaheim, I spent a lot of my childhood going to Angel’s games. Pulling up to the Big A before games in my red jersey and Rally Monkey, I would be so filled with pride for my Anaheim Angels. Then when the Angels won the World Series on home turf in 2002, the city exploded with halo spirit. People wore their championship t-shirts like a badge of honor, and Angel flags hung from the windows of every car in my city. Anaheim was no longer just the home to Disneyland, but the home of the Angels.

Then in 2005, much to my confusion, the Anaheim Angels became the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. “But, we’re not in L.A.?” I asked my parents. Oh, it’s just a marketing strategy, my mom assured me. I didn’t understand it at the time. Angel Stadium wasn’t in the city of Los Angeles—it wasn’t even in Los Angeles County. So how can adding the name of a different city bring in more fans?

Now, as the baseball season starts up again, I found myself wondering again, why the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim? So I did a little research on the subject.

The Angels were first formed in 1961 as the Los Angeles Angels and played their home games at the newly built Dodger Stadium, which was then referred to as Chavez Ravine Stadium. Then, in 1965 the Angels were bought by the Walt Disney Company and were moved to Anaheim, California, the home of Disney. The team was then renamed as the Anaheim Angels. However, in 2005, new owner Arte Moreno wanted to change the name to the Los Angeles Angels as a way to tap into the L.A. media market. However, in compliance with terms of the lease, Moreno was forced to add “Anaheim” to the team name. Which finally brings us to the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, or as many frustrated fans have begun to refer to them as, the “Halos.”

I guess what this title change has taught me is that Los Angeles isn’t just a city, or a destination—it’s a marketing tool. L.A. has one of the largest media markets in the entire country. So in adding “Los Angeles” to the Angel’s title, the owner wasn’t attempting to describe the team’s location, but he was branding the team. So now as confused ballpark goers struggle with the fact that Angel Stadium isn’t actually in Los Angeles, it proves that Moreno’s plan actually worked.

-- Megan McMurtrey

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Crash: Fact or Fiction?

LAST week after our discussion in class I decided to rewatch the movie “Crash,” and what I found about that movie is that no matter how many times I watch it, it will never cease to make me cry. After watching how the people in the movie treat each other, how they spurt out racial slurs, how they stereotype one another, and how they each hold so much hatred toward their fellow Angelenos, it made me wonder… is Los Angeles really like this?

Watching the movie, I sat with my hand over my mouth in shock, disturbed by how people treat their fellow human beings. But the worst part about watching the movie, is that it’s not entirely fiction—some version of these stories can be seen all throughout the city. The movie can at times feel overwhelming or exaggerated because all of the stories are compiled into one… but that’s just Hollywood’s interpretation.
But despite this, a lot of the scenes in the movie ring true. From where I grew up in Orange County I saw plenty of racism. In Orange County, the white Protestant is king and all of the other ethnicities are clumped together in a blur of “us vs. them” mentality. However, in L.A. there is a different type of racism. It’s not just us vs. them, but it is everyone vs. each other.

I noticed when watching “Crash” that it wasn’t just Sandra Bullock’s character who was racist towards her Hispanic maid, or Matt Dillon’s character to the black woman he pulls over. But throughout the movie, there are all different forms of racism. Different ethnicities are racist towards each other, and some are even racist towards people of their same race.

Normally when watching this movie, I get caught up in the emotional scene where the Persian storeowner almost shoots the young girl, or the scene where Matt Dillon saves the life of the same woman he assaulted. However, this time I began to look more closely at the relationships between the characters and how close they come to other situations I have been witness to in the city. In particular, I noticed the relationship between Terrence Howard’s character, Cameron and Ludacris’ character, Anthony. Though they are both black men, they are pitted against one another because of their socioeconomic standings, and in an emotional culmination of events, Cameron tells Anthony that he is an embarrassment, not only to him but to himself.

While you might not see blank bullets being fired at children, or women being saved from burning cars every day in Los Angeles, I think occurrences like the exchange between Cameron and Anthony is a common one in this city. Though we like to think of ourselves as accepting and tolerant in our little collegiate bubble, the streets of L.A. are filled with hatred and prejudice, maybe not to the level that “Crash” would lead us to believe, but more than we would like to admit.

-- Megan McMurtrey

(photo via http://www.iwatchstuff.com/mt/mt-search.cgi?tag=dvd&blog_id=1)

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

People of Urth

Urth Cafe - Beverly Drive

WITH its delicious (albeit overpriced) food, trendy coffee drinks, and prime, curbside location in Beverly Hills, one of my favorite places to people-watch in the city is Urth Café. A friend of mine and I traveled down to Melrose last week for some lunch and some window-shopping, and as always at Urth, we got more than an eyeful.

One of my favorite things to do whenever I eat there is just to sit and watch the eclectic crowd that is always bound to be dining on the small, iron patio furniture and listen in on their conversations. There is always a woman with a miniature French bulldog feeding it scraps of her $30 lunch under the table. There are always the movie industry people with their brief cases tucked under the table and ignoring the person across from them for whatever is so enthralling on their Blackberry or iPhone. And there are always the Beverly Hills housewives who require two tables, one for their lunch and one for the pile of shopping bags filled with designer items that they purchased before working up an appetite.

This time there were two 6-foot tall, wafer-thin models, who pushed their untouched mixed green salads around on their plates while discussing an upcoming photo shoot. There were two men on a blind date next to us, awkwardly trying to make conversation by comparing diet strategies. There was also an extremely tall, longhaired man in knee-high studded combat boots and a large top hat who appeared to be doing a Slash impersonation.

However, there were no celebrity spottings, as there so often are at Urth. That is, until about halfway through our lunch when both of us looked up from our Boba teas to see Jesus walking down the sidewalk. Yes, that’s right… Jesus. He had long brown hair and a full beard and wore the traditional Jesus-like white robe with sandals. He was even carrying the Bible in one arm and blessing all of the customers eating their lunch on the sidewalk. I guess it just goes to show that in this eclectic city, not even the trendiest café is off limits to anyone. Not even the son of God himself.

-- Megan McMurtrey

(photo, urth cafe, tiarescott via flickr creative commons)

Monday, March 28, 2011

Voice -- The Four-Level



FOUR LEVELS INTO MY HEART


The four level interchange immediately annoys me.

It irritates me that I have to look at it via aerial view, because I’ve sat in it first handedly. My grandma and her friends refer to it as the “four letter” interchange, but this is what Los Angeles traffic does to some people. It drives elderly women to use four letter words to describe their roadways. When I think about what I’ve learned so far in this course, about how freeways created pockets of living spaces and how they allowed us to only come into contact with those we wanted, I begin to see that the 101 and 110 coming to a head showcases this beautifully. This is a beauty that can only be described with concrete and polluted inhalation. Literally people coming from all directions, north, south, east, and west, are forces to sit in traffic next to one another and absorb each other’s company, even if it is from the comfort of your own Jetta. And what happens when we allow these people to “mingle” on the grid-locked freeways? They brandish weapons over lane-changes and scream inexcusable phrases that force the blood in their carotid arteries to nearly burst. We must really love our neighbors.

It is so easy for me to quickly be harsh on my fellow Angelenos. I describe them as brutish savages that are willing to fight for a stop in the carpool lane. But I must acknowledge that I am not above them. Allow us to remember my initial reaction to the picture: annoyance and irritation. Maybe I should work on my own anger issues, but until then I will continue to put on my blinker a mile and a half before I actually need to get over in order to ensure I make my exit. Hand gestures and honked horns aside, the sweeping lanes of infrastructure could be incredibly calming to the right person. I guess I’m just not that right person today

-- Hailey Hannan

FOUR-LEVEL INTERCHANGE

In the center of the urban jungle that is downtown LA, the 101 and the 110 freeways flow into each other like colliding concrete rivers. Horns and sirens make up the music of the four-level interchange as millions of commuters chug their way through the clutter of the crowded lanes. BMWs and Mercedes mix with old VW buses and big rigs, showing the true diversity of the city. In a city that is so spread out, this is the one place all Angelenos are forced to come together. Though everyone is heading off to their own corner of the city, for these few hours in the morning and afternoon, everyone from all walks of life gathers on these cement pathways.


For some, the highways provide escape—a passageway to another alcove of this amazingly diverse city. Hop on the 110 to travel downtown to the ultra-urban LA Live center. Take the Marina freeway down into Santa Monica or Venice and stroll along the boardwalk. Cruise down the 101 to take a tour of the film studios in Hollywood. No matter where you are in the city, entertainment is just a car ride away.


For most however, the highway system is a nuisance—an eternal headache in an otherwise ideal metropolis. Hours upon hours are spent with a foot on the break, banging on the steering wheel, fuming in an unmovable pod of frustration. Because of the densely packed roadways, appointments are missed, plans are canceled, and people are left waiting. “Traffic” is not an inconvenience, but rather a fact of like in LA.

-- Megan McMurtrey


PICTURE

Every level represents different ideas, mentalities, life styles and values. A four-level freeway doesn’t need an explanation because it speaks so loudly on it’s own. Yet once zoomed in, all those cars on the freeway represent different people who are after different things. Driving east a mother going to work, driving west a student rushing to get to class on time, driving north an explorer wondering where the freeway leads, driving south a human being living life. What’s interesting is not the difference in their agenda, but how they all use the same freeway to take them where they want to go. They are all different people but have found a way to “share” the freeway, share LA.

The four-level freeway in Downtown Los Angeles represents how residents of LA are able to work together, yet be after completely different things. The freeway is a visual of how LA is separated, as each level represents a different way, different lifestyle, but they are all LA residents. They all live in LA and although most may complain about the traffic going on, they don’t leave LA. The freeway represents the chaotic elements of the city, since there are four levels of freeways. Four. That symbolizes how different LA really is; no one part is similar to the other as none of the four levels go the same direction.

-- Talin Manooki



THE "FOUR LEVEL" -- DOWNTOWN

Don’t be fooled by the first look of this grey maze of freeways. It is not just another lifeless picture of boring infrastructure, but an intricate design or maze, if you will, for not only cars but people to get to where they want. A place where desires and needs are put in one direction, but can take many twists and turns. It comes in the form of low bridges, high ramps, and different sized underpasses, and stands as really the most picturesque of all the freeways of California. Of course the Pacific Coast Highway has the ocean view and beach breeze, but it is no comparison for the “four level”, which is full of magnificent columns that could hold up the world if it had to.

The maze that is this freeway, could almost act as a metaphor for life. One where there are many opportunities and directions. Most likely, like the cluster of traffic also creates, takes a long time to finally arrive at that original goal. But it is attainable, and not only attainable but one can view so much more while on the road to that goal. They can see other traditions, sample other culture’s foods, ask for directions from a native, or simply get lost and possibly go a route you never knew existed.

The piles of cement take on a 3-D look that pops off the page, inviting anyone to take on the adventure and join the hundreds of other people that are probably on one of the freeways at this very moment. There are plenty of buildings to pop into and people who are waiting to tell their story and possibly help in achieving yours. Are you coming?

-- Jessica Fernandez

(photo via wikipedia commons)

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Outsider

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LOS ANGELES was boosted into existence by a mixture of several things. Los Angeles initially emerged as a result of the land boom that was made possible by the rail lines leading into Southern California. It grew over the next several decades as a white Protestant community paving over the Mexican Catholic heritage that came before it. As a network of highways and roads were built and the separate neighborhoods became connected by the automobile, the city began to grow into what we know today as Los Angeles.

After reading about the history about Los Angeles, it seems to me that most of perceptions and writings about LA sprung out of the physical geography of the land. As a diverse, widely spread out city, many people became frustrated with how to describe or summarize such an assorted group of neighborhoods. With the beach, mountains, and desert all rolled into one it was difficult to characterize the city as a whole.

Another characteristic of LA that seemed to both bother and puzzle people was the lack of a single type of architecture. With the influence of Hollywood, much of the architecture seemed to be model a movie set. Rather than having a uniform style of architecture like New York or San Francisco, the landscape for Los Angeles was built more on a “propensity for fantasy creation,” as David Fine puts it in his book Imagining Los Angeles. Even today, one of the most iconic places in LA is Randy’s Donuts, where a giant 23-foot doughnut sits atop a tiny drive-in. This is the architecture of Los Angeles.

What I found personally illuminating about Fine’s piece was when he was discussing the reason for why LA literature was virtually nonexistent until around the 1920s. It wasn’t because there was nothing to say about the city or there were no gifted writers, it was simply because virtually everyone was new to Los Angeles. The writers in LA were themselves outsiders, newcomers to the land, and therefore unconnected to the city. Fine uses the great example of Mark Twain. Though Twain began his career in San Francisco, all of his writing were reflective of his home back in the Midwest. Fine describes the literature of the city perfectly stating, “The distanced perspective of the outsider, marked by a sense of dislocation and estrangement, is the central and essential feature of the fiction of Los Angeles.”

You can still see that evidence of the outsider everywhere around LA. Being on a campus where almost half the students come from out of state you can see how most of LA’s population consists of people caught between, “a Southern California present and a past carried from some other place.” Because L.A. lacks a sense of uniformity or its own sense of style, it becomes a struggle to grasp the concept of city or describe it in a single way, which is why so many people are frustrated with Los Angles.

However, I believe that this absence of style is in itself, the “LA style.” As Fine, so perfectly describes it, “In the absence of a dominant style, every style and manner [has] found a place.” LA is indeed a place where anything goes; where nobody fits in but everybody fits in. LA is the outsider portrayed in so many of the movies produced on its land. It’s the newcomer, the underdog. And although it’s had its fair share of struggle, LA has become the hero for so many other outsiders looking for a place to belong.

-- Megan McMurtrey

caption: "griffith" (the old zoo at griffith park)

credit: OmarOmar, flickr creative commons