But I did manage to snap off a few random shots.
Here's Flynn's Arcade in downtown Culver City, or at least the building used for the exterior shots in Tron. Actually, it's a restaurant. It's been a string of restaurants for a long time, and before that it was a bank. For most of the time I lived in Culver City, downtown was kind of sad and seedy, with a couple of rundown theaters, some bars, some nasty hotels, a liquor store, that kind of thing. Now it's bustling and trendy and I don't even mind all the hipsters so much.
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Helm's Bakery, now home to cutting-edge furniture and interior design shops and a few good casual restaurants. There also used to be a fencing school there. Before that, of course, it was a bakery.
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UCLA's Royce Hall. I took my first Shakespeare class in there, and also saw Ian McKellen perform in Richard III. Notice the asymmetry of the tower windows. That's because only God is perfect. Sir Ian's performance, however, was perfect. My Shakespeare prof was pretty good too.
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Also at UCLA, Kerckhoff Coffee House. This is where I cultivated my addiction to caffeine.
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And back to Culver City, this was taken a couple of blocks from my parents' house on the street where my aunt and uncle used to live. This crazy house used to be a wall, I think, where I sometimes bounced a tennis ball. I don't think the house is quite nailing the effect it's going for, but I can't blame a person for aspiring to whimsy.
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Comments
Were the warehouses down the street from your parents actually used as such during your tenure? I dunno if you wandered that way, but it's all high-end creative suites these days.
The porn sets?
My UCLA alumni mug has a tiny third window drawn in the east tower; someone saw the image and thought "OMG! There's not enough windows!" and proceeded to "fix" it.
Nice pics, they look eerily familiar.
(Also around that time I saw Patrick Stewart read A Christmas Carol, but he was already Picard by then so I knew it was a privilege.)