Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Posts for the next few days might be spotty if any at all. Jonathan is dying. He's hardly breathing and his heart has stopped ten times in four hours. It's a very slow process. Pat says that they keep thinking it's over and then it continues.
This is a nightmare.
My family is preparing to go up there either tomorrow or Thursday through the weekend. I don't know what's going to happen in the next few days.
I wonder what Philip K Dick would think about all of this "Total Recall" talk. I think he'd either laugh or cry or vomit. Or maybe he forsaw. Read "Radio Free Albemuth."
I did it. I vote for Camejo and against the recall. I was still thinking about it on my walk to the polls. It finally hit me that I'm a storyteller. I've a new book of poetry just published. I'm also a minister. I graduated with a BFA in Theater. In other words, every time I've followed my head I've regretted it and every time I've followed my heart I've been blessed (or at least come out of it with interesting stories to tell.) So I voted my heart rather than my head.
For those of you out of state, the voting process itself was a cartoon version of what normally occurs. First of all, as mentioned before, I voted in a church which just felt weird. All that was separating church and state was a white, butt length, plastic curtain. The ballots were the size of a small poster, like the size of the posters they have in classrooms that educational equipment companies send out with pictures of Harry Potter imploring you to drink milk (watch for the Harry Potter ad at the top of this blog.) They had us fill in our vote with black ball point pens like days when you'd have a scan-tron test and forgot to bring a pencil. This was, one assumes, a last minute bone thrown to those who wanted to do away with the hanging chad machines. I always liked those machines. They gave a satisfying clackity-clackity-clack. Tactile voting.
The lady who took my ballot told me that there has been a huge number of people voting there today. I said, "Good" uncertain if it was, in fact, good or otherwise.

Monday, October 06, 2003

Today I bought and inputted more books than most people read in their whole lives. By Gad, it was a lot. A good deal of it was the former library of a Catholic priest and a good deal of that I was tempted to keep for myself. I may yet. Things like "What Ministers Can't Learn in Seminary" and the Catholic Book of Worship from 1966 which, if memory serves, is right after Vatican II. There was also a gorgeous old book on the responsibilities of altar boys and the meanings of their duties.

I still don't know who I'm going to vote for tomorrow. On one hand I think I have to vote Bustamante because if it's close to a tie between him and Arnold and Arnold wins I'm going to kick myself. Another part of me say, I vote no on the recall and that's enough for me to give the lousy Democrats. Most likely I'll vote Camejo again.
I suppose I can take comfort in the fact that I've heard the other side going through the same torment. There is the "real" Republican candidate McClintock versus the hypemobile. Phish said she thought that Arnold might have released the statements about the gropings and the Hitler thing himself as a publicity stunt. That sounds about as likely to me as any of this election sounds.
I think I might be one of the few ordained ministers who has considered voting for Mary Carey. Simply for the reason that I like the idea that somewhere out there would be videos of people doing to the governor what governors have been doing to the people for years.
But it's gone beyond funny. There are way too many people out there who like Arnold because "he's a winner" (or rather because the television told them to.)
I'm voting at a church, so maybe afterwards I can swing by the sanctuary ask for some kind of absolution for myself and my state.

Politics always make me ill and angry. I might do better to stick to storytelling.

Sunday, October 05, 2003

Everybody should go out and see "Bubba Hotep." In my opinion it's the best film of this Autumn. I say that without any fear of needing to go back on that claim later. Go quickly too because it'll most likely disappear within two weeks. Either that or it'll be everywhere in two weeks.
I get a lot of that in my life where I'm really excited about something and everyone thinks I'm a crank and then a while later they're all on the bandwagon without crediting me with being ahead of the curve. Five years ago I made a mix tape for my uber-Goth girlfriend of the time. She was one of those who if it wasn't goth, she didn't want it in the same zip code as her. And she was hot. Anyway, I made her a mix tape with lots of Johnny Cash and David Allan Coe on it. She broke up with me a little while later. Now everyone, especially the dark wave crowd, is into Cash.
That's why one of my few heros in life is Alexander Woollcott. He was a drama critic originally in the 1920's. That's where he became famous and he was like Ebert famous at what he did. Then he was barred from the Lowe theater circuit because he wrote a negative review for one of their shows. He turned it into a free speech issue, other critics boycotted Lowe's in support, and he became an international voice. He was put on the radio internationally and he was printed in all the major magazines that he wanted to be. So, for the second half of his life, he decided to use his influencial voice to tell people about things he was excited about. He told them about great plays, books, films, people, meals and so on. And that's what he did for a living. He made enough money at it to buy an island in Vermont and have people over like the Gershwins, the Marx Brothers, Dorothy Parker, Oscar Levant, and any other name you could drop from that period.
Woollcott ruled. Few remember him. He was a big, sappy, creampuff of a man like me. I think I may have the largest collection of his works on the west coast.

Sorry this message rambled so much. Sometimes I don't ever tie it all back together. Life is like that.