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Club 33

I got into Club 33.

Club 33 is a private club located in the heart of the New Orleans Square section ofDisneyland. Officially maintained as a secret feature of the theme park, the entrance of the club is located next to the Blue Bayou Restaurant at “33 Royal Street” with the entrance recognizable by an ornate address plate with the number 33 engraved on it.[1]

Club 33 members and their guests have exclusive access to the club’s restaurant, and the premises are not open to the public at large. It is the only location within Disneyland to offer alcoholic beverages, though Disneyland has a park-wide liquor license and has set up bars throughout the park for private events. Club 33’s wine list includes vintages priced at $1000. In addition to beer and wine, Club 33 has a full bar, though patrons may not order directly from the bar and must place orders through their server.

More pictures from my trip at Flickr.


One year

Pom Puppies from Robert Vogel on Vimeo.

It was one year ago yesterday, February 12, that we brought home our Pomeranian puppies, Yoshi and Harley. At first I was terrified of the responsibility and expense of having new born puppies with our schedules and finances, but now I can't imagine living without them. 

The truth is, we weren't certain we'd be getting a dog, much less two. But Stepho had been desperate for a puppy for quite a while and persuaded me to go with her to just "take a look" at a couple of dogs she'd found on the Internet. As you can see from the video, which was shot by Rob Vogel the night we brought them home, there was no chance we were leaving without one. Stepho bonded immediately with the little boy. She took him out of the small box and transported to some kind of cuteness heaven. I was watching them before I felt little paws on my arm. When I looked down I saw the girl puppy up on her hind legs, leaning on me and begging to be held. I would be lying if I said I didn't fall in love with that puppy. After I picked her up, Steph brought the boy near and they immediately began to play with each other while still in our arms. We put them back in the box and looked at how close they were. I've been a dog lover my whole life but I'd never seen littermates as connected as these two. Knowing there was a third pup from the litter who'd already found a home but was all alone, we knew there was no way we could separate this brother and sister pair. We brought them home that afternoon.

The proud parents

Sometimes I really miss the days when it was just me, Stepho and my 13-year-old cat Io (eye-oh, like the moon), but those feelings disappear pretty much immediately after either of them does more or less anything. And while we love both dogs and they love both of us, the bonds Steph and I formed with Yoshi and Harley, respectively, have maintained over the last year. In fact, I've never had a dog at any point in my life who was as devoted to me as Harley. She always wants to be in my lap or sleeping on my head at night; she always tries to protect me from Yoshi when he wants to crawl over my face on the couch; and she waits for me by the bedroom door while I turn out all the lights and lock the doors before bed. 

Like I said, at this point I can't even imagine life without them.

The slideshow below is in chronological order, so you can watch the puppies transform from little furballs with eyes into proper little dogs.


Sound + Vision 2

Sound + Vision combines two of my favorite things: sharing music and taking photos. Included with each photo is a streaming song that I thought worked well with the image. If you enjoy that track, I hope you'll purchase it cheaply with the helpful Amazon link.

♫ Waves, Waves, Waves

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Sound + Vision 1

While I've never thought of myself as a real photographer, I've always taken loads of pictures.  I remember spending a summer at the Jersey Shore when I was 16 or 17 and buying a roll of black-and-white film and taking pictures of the Boardwalk in the rain (I was in art school at the time and it seemed like a really profound thing to do -- I was wearing a black-and-white flannel shirt if that paints a better picture for you). Later, I bought one of the early digital cameras and drove around the country with it. Then I discovered the mobile phone cameras, and things got messy. 

I spent most of the last decade photographing virtually everything with variously malfunctioning cameraphones. I think I've taken some reasonably cool pictures with phones, but I've always justified the practice by thinking of it in a kind of bastardized context of David Carson's (Nine Inch Nails' The Fragile) concept of fotografiks, a kind of photography/graphic design approach that you can invoke to excuse dubious photography as graphic design elements. Or something. It's a bit much for a hobbyist, really. Anyway, I'm pleased that at least among my friends and a bunch of strangers on the Internet, I've managed to develop a photography style of my own. However, it's been pointed out to me by more than one person that I've taken this filthy phonecam aesthetic as far as I can.

Here are some examples, and you can see loads more here if you like this sort of thing:





















In advance of buying a decent hobbyist camera, I've been spotlighting on Tumblr what I think are some good shots from my archives, including some cameraphone stuff I think has some aesthetic value beyond the idiosyncrasies of that format. Because I got such a great response to my This Used To Be The Future... series, included with each photo is a streaming song. It's an idea I stole from the very brilliant and very naked self-portrait photographer Sabrina Dacos (NSFW).

What I think I'll call Sound + Vision combines two of my favorite things, sharing music and taking photos. I'll continue to roll one out every day or so on Tumblr, but I'm experimenting with collecting those photos and songs here every few weeks, both for myself and for anybody who's kind enough to keep up with me but doesn't have a Tumblr (you should get one, it's fun).

♫ Emotion 98.6

♫ Big black cloud, little white lie
This one's on me (right-click or CTRL-click to download)

♫ Old World Underground, where are you now?

♫ She takes it all the wrong way

♫ Wish I could fly like Superman

♫ Shoot speed/kill light

♫ Heads will roll

♫ Something in the air

♫ All these things...

♫ They put you down, they say I'm wrong
This one's on me (right-click or CTRL-click to download)

That's it for this edition of Sound + Vision. If you're a photographer or a designer or just an appreciator of those things, I'd love to hear your remarks, feedback, criticisms, etc. 


Hyphocity, Fall 2009

The hyphocity photo sets document my miscellaneous existence.

Things quite understandably slowed down after summer's end, but I still managed to keep busy. Fall 2009 saw me attend, witness or otherwise take part in: 

  • Leaving my longtime gig at CBR
  • The wedding of my friend Jeremy Love to his beautiful bride Shaunda
  • One of my favorite bands, Pet Shop Boys, performing a genuinely innovative show at the Greek Theatre in Los Feliz
  • Dinner and a burlesque/acrobatics show at the amazing Edison club in Downtown L.A.
  • My friend Carré Calloway (A.K.A. Queen Kwong) playing an ear-shattering set at Spaceland in Silver Lake
  • Packing up my grandmother's belongings and moving her from the rest home to the nursing home
  • Growing and then abandoning a full beard
  • An astonishingly good pop spectacle in the form of Kylie Minogue at the Hollywood Bowl, as part of her first and likely only U.S. tour
  • Meeting more new and cool people at the latest of Lou O'Bedlam's traditional birthday barbecues in Pan Pacific Park
  • Surviving a depraved, booze-fueled night on the town with my old friend from Boston, Ryan Walsh (of Hallelujah the Hills fame), including stops at the loathsome Saddle Ranch and the infamous Jumbo's Clown Room
  • The brilliant Hello Kitty Bats & Cats Masquerade at the Royal/T gallery and café in Culver City
  • My friend Jermaine Turner's birthday at Birds in Hollywood, where he and his mother danced together on a bartop to the music of Michael Jackson
  • Reuniting with Becca Tirré, formerly of Underage Squad (long story)
  • Co-host with Stepho our first Thanksgiving dinner in my apartment, which I've lived in since 2003

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