Sex Organs - the flowers and the bees - Oh! My!

So we planted some Zucchini and I promised myself that I would never, ever let the zucchini get overly large and watery. Too small and they are bitter, too large and they are ridiculous.

But really look at this flower - don't you just want to crawl right down it and never come back up? Check out the bee in the photo as well. Wow - it's drunk on orange pollen. This is some orgy of a flower. It is as promiscuous as the fruit of the plant. It wakes up golden in the morning and says "Honey!!!!!! Let's Make LOVE! And bring your FRIENDS!"

Dear me, I was practically fainting every time I walked out. And if the Zucchini sex extravaganza out back wasn't enough look at what I have out front. Yes the fried egg plant. Who knew?

These Matijila poppies are a big bush of white flowers and orange organ centers - dripping pollen all over. It's amazing that people ever paved anything with all this riot of flowering sex all over. And yes, Georgia O'Keefe was painting flowers and sex. Notice it, you know?

Today I made Zucchini bread, because I let some get too large. Sometimes it is just too much to keep the flora in control.

We went to see the Kara Walker show, which was pretty incredible and filled with small children who didn't know what to do with the much more complex and sexual views of slavery that were on display. But my word what a great show.
I saw the Murakami show and that did nothing for me.
We went to the new Broad museum and the collection is wonderful, even if the building is not. The new BCAM building fits in with the other buildings a LACMA - boring limestone box (except the Japanese Pavillion which is round limestone) - it is a total disappointment. But inside there is quite a lot of great art. The show made me rethink Jeff Koons, who came across as a witty mastermind of pop art, and confirmed my opinion of Damien Hirsch as someone who picks the wings of butterflies. Yuck! Downstairs are some really great, massive sculptures by Richard Serra that are a gorgeous delirious experience.

Speaking of delirium, I made my first batch of cheese this weekend. You know, as a lark. Served it to guests just waiting to say Oh it's Fromage de Scott. But no one asked so I had to say "Hey I made the cheese!" And of course, everyone thought I was joking.

And at work of course, everyone thinks I am a joke - cheesehead!