The Occasional Blog of Jonah Weiland

So, my first Christmas Present for the ’06 Christmas Season is Strep Throat. Nothing like the feeling of razor blades at the back of your throat. Got myself some anti-biotics yesterday and am feeling better today.

But that got me to thinking – if you’re a bionic man or woman, can you take anti-biotics? Do anti-biotics attack bionic arms or hearing? What happens if Steve Rogers get’s a yeast infection?

Wait, or would that be anti-bionics that would affect bionic limbs and accesories?

This is something I’m going to have to spend some time thinking about.

It was two years ago that I posted my first embarassing admission, that time covering my unnatural love for “Neil Diamond’s The Jazz Singer.” I figured it was time to share another embarassing admission.

When it finally gets cold in Los Angeles, it somtimes takes me a month to remember to take a jacket with me when I leave my house. Let me explain.

See, here in sunny Southern California we experience approximately 265 days of excellent weather. I love when friends call me from back east from November through February, when they’re freezing their butts off and ask, “What’s the weather like out there?” I generally don’t even have to go outside to know it’s “Sunny and 75 degrees,” because it usually is. Those other 100 days are a mixture of pretty damned hot, (it can get up to 110 by my house) to pretty darned cold (it does get down to the 30s in Los Angeles during the Winter) with a handful of “Sunny and 75″ days thrown in just to remind us how amazing the weather is in SoCal.

Living in SoCal means you rarely need a jacket when going out. So, when the cold finally arrives, often unexpectedly, it takes a while for me to get in the habit of bringing a jacket with me when I go out. I’ll leave the house, get in my car, go to my destination, jump out of the car and realize, “Fuck! It’s ‘balls up-inside’ cold out here and I’ve got no jacket!” This goes on for another three to four weeks until I finally start remembering to bring a jacket with me.

Of course, once I remember to bring my jacket with me, I usually forget it once a year at some restaurant and have to go back the next day to pick it up. That’s already happened, a couple of weeks back.

Wow, that’s all kind of embarassing.

I’m really digging the soundtrack to “The Fountain.” The movie made me bawl like a baby. Loved it. It’s a very unusual film that actually requires audience members to think and be engaged while watching. Hugh Jackman gives a phenomenal perfomance. Aronofsky does a wonderful job as director. And the music brings it all together in the end.

The soundtrack struck me while watching the film — it’s a bit of a cliche to call a soundtrack haunting, but this one is. The music as composed by Clint Mansell (Pop Will Eat Itself) is unbelievably emotional. My two favorite tracks are “Death is the Road to Awe” and “Finish It,” although the entire soundtrack is very compelling.

It’s been a while since a soundtrack has interested me this much. Thus why I’m blabbing on about it here.

The Bazaar Bizarre returns to Los Angeles this Saturday, December 16th at the Shrine Auditorium near USC in Los Angeles. It’s located at 700 West 32nd Street, Los Angeles 90007 and is open from 11am-7pm. $2 at the door.

If you’re looking for some creative gifts for family and friends, I suggest you check this place out. No, this isn’t one of those craft fairs where you can buy some wood and someone will burn your name into it. No, the stuff at this bazaar is just as its name suggests — bizarre! Last year I bought a good handful of gifts — a unique t-shirt for my friend Charles, a shirt for my sister Sharon, some very nice soy candles for my Mom, a Christmas ornament for myself and I’m sure a number of other items I’m completely forgetting. If I hadn’t done a lot of shopping already prior to going to the show, I probably would have purchased even more gifts.

It’s a great way to find some really unique gifts and pay directly to the artist — cut that WalMart middle-man out completely!

On the way to the Port Reyes Lighthouse, near the Historic G Ranch in West Marin.