SERIOUS GRAVITY (A SANITY PRIMER)

Not so typically - but sometimes - if you luck out - you find yourself entering into that deep deep conversation with someone - a vendor, neighbor, complete stranger - maybe your second cousin even - concerning God, eternity, the habits of angels - or some other such spiritual matter - which is refreshing on some level just to find such an interlocutor but also unusual and potentially disorienting - depending on the level of wisdom (or eccentricity) that the other person is able to dispense (not to mention the random people who inject themselves into the theological current) - ... Soon after my re-location to the golden state - I found myself talking to Rick (a mystical ex-surfer with a pastoral calling you might say) and we found ourselves - stumbling upon some of those old issues ...  starting with God of course and the attributes of God (perfect,  unchanging, omniscient, omnipresent, hidden, etc.) God's expectations for humanity, the need for God, but what kind of God - an ...

North County - breakfast time - near about after sunrise,  7:00 a.m. thereabouts and the line of souls already gathering near the food truck along the coast highway, North County - a compact apparatus seemingly affixed to the hillside, yet always ready to deliver ample quantities of carbs and protein. I come here to watch this spontaneous communal gathering made up of affable, unpretentious residents - so similar in their minimalist, nondescript beach attire - some eternally at ease for being able to afford these surroundings  and others hanging on by just a thread unbeknownst to themselves... many older folk are here, near or past retirement age, gray-haired ones like myself, hobbled and hungry, and a good number of young locals to keep things balanced, surfers, bikers, working drones, milling-about types ...  Eduardo Chang, a foodie-influencer w/ a soft spot for noodles and Mexican cuisin , Frank the Freak, misunderstood historical researcher and part-time conspira...

1961   - Bell Air Fires (Los Angeles)  1962   - Dodger Stadium opens  - Pat Brown defeats Nixon in governor's race   - Construction of the I-405 freeway  1963   - "Onion Field" Kidnappings & Killings (Hollywood - Bakersfield) -  1964    - Free Speech movement @ UC Berkeley  1965   - Watts Riots (Los Angeles  1966    - Sunset Strip Curfew riots  1967 - Monterey Pop Festival (Monterey)  - Summer of Love (San Francisco)  1968 - Black Panther Party Founded (Oakland)  - Robert F. Kennedy shot @ the Ambassador Hotel (Los Angeles  1969 - Tate-Labianca Murders -  Altamont - 1970   - Clampitt and Laguna wildfires  - Manson Trial begins  1970-71   - Zodiac Killer messages San Francisco Chronicle  - Worst 2-year drought in California history  1971    - San Fernando earthquake  1974    - Patty Hearst kidnapped  1975   -...

Conspiracy (definition) = a secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful. .. Imagine being born in October of 1962 - when the world almost blew up... You would not understand in real time what was happening, how the world was on edge because of some "cold" (?) war that was going on or the prior Bay of Pigs invasion or all the CIA "intrigue" tied up with that... At such a young age you'd be happily oblivious to the quiet commotions of the postcolonial chessboard - yet that was the marker for your entry into the America of the 1960s. It sounds crazy to say now - but everything actually DID feel very normal back then - at least from your suburban coordinates.  An overdetermined universe as some would have it? The culmination of a bunch of wheels set in motion during the 1950s - a decade that had an important hold over so many, including your parents and older siblings - a time-frame that has forever eluded your grasp except in the form of old photog...

  It was several decades ago now that the rumors were swirling about a possible ghost @ Moonlight Beach. There was a definite "buzz" among the Coast Highway vendors and their customers - enough to keep the conversation rolling...  Ronnie, for example, the short-order cook at the 1-11 Diner used to compare notes with Sue-Ellen - owner of the guitar shop about the latest "sighting" while Eduardo who owned the Taco Shack near the corner of D Street asked Mel who ran the old movie theater across the street if the real headquarters for the poltergeist might be in one of the older buildings - maybe an attic space. Maybe it's a ghost that goes on field-trips now and then - agreed Manny Uwanco - proprietor of the used book store and cousin to George Uwanco - the owner of George's diner.  Everyone tried to convince Lou - of Lou's Records that this thing was real - but he proved to be the skeptic of all skeptics.  Truth be told - it was hard to imagine a less hau...

 A relentlessly political mind should encounter at least one instance in Life that leaves it confused and sputtering...

  Over in that parallel universe next door where plastic bags have disappeared and there is no road rage....Cats can be trained and wars end in a tie....the sunlight is not melting Greenland - or at least Miami is in no danger of sinking irretrievably like some forlorn Venice of the eastern Atlantic... People are moving in droves to the Dakotas - and short-wave radios are more popular than cell phones...Taxi drivers prefer classical music to anything written after 1953...Gambling still occurs but on camping trips - not in large casinos....Ice cream is still popular....Jeans are in fashion... And democracy or something like it exists - but without all the fanfare and media coverage...not as much hand-wringing and worries about impending malaise...I envision something in many respects similar to what we find here with some necessary adjustments - a still-functioning power grid, mom-and-pop convenience stores, verdant farm land, forests and reservoirs not-so-starved of water...But mor...

My mantra used to be... Pour the glass half empty... Hide under a rock... Curl up in a ball, counting backwards from 100... Let your limbs go slack... Sleep in until dusk... Walk toward the donut shop - never arriving... Stop at green lights... Pull over then and tell the officer a story... Failing to make eye contact... Stay in your room at night reading old Life magazines... Play solo tetherball to lose... Avoid avoid avoid the mindless crowds.... Go days without smiling - make your face like stone... Let each golden opportunity go by untouched... Let someone else steal the spotlight - this one is not for you... Hold at arms length the material snares... Avoid alcohol, tobacco, LSD, heroin, sedatives, amphetamines, aspirin, cold remedies, cough syrup... Shun the most basic of human encounters,  handshakes, hugs, cuddles, hand-holds, trysts,  flings, affairs, peccadilloes, relationships in general... Concoct a drug of your own making in the brain - this in itself will strap y...

We don't choose the age we live in...rather, the age chooses us...enveloping, dominating, shaping our destinies - the sheer immensity of it all, the overwhelming scope, the global reach, the unavoidable impact - like the air we breathe - like a horrifying weather event - no choice for most but to endure these "storms" of history - living through wars, pandemics, upheavals, famines, revolutions, economic downturns, malaise,  lost decades, years of austerity, autocracies, dictatorships, purges, reprisals,  repression,  pogroms, displacements, mass migrations, expulsions, coups, abdications, guerrilla wars, killings, genocides - these "dark clouds" that take up so much of history for so many...(think: Czarism, Bolshevism, Great War,  Fascism, Great Depression, Franco-ism,  Stalinism, Hitlerism, World War, Cold War, Peronism, Maoism....) and oppressive, unwanted, annoying tyrants, autocrats, generalissimos, monarchs, premiers, prime ministers, presidents, people...

Words will carry us somehow toward the clear, cold, pure, untouched spring.... out of thick foliage stumbling...  arms thrashing, cursing, confused... panting for air... a conversation of sorts a kind of speech that follows upon chaos scratches, cuts and the ripping of socks... a confused running, a sprint... down the uninvited path each a dead end with paradise in view brown barks, Nature's fence... sharp and prickly, walls of green the creepers rising up at us,  harsh branches... savage vines to trip upon... a blazing sun, the mind-fogging heat... I want to say that words can save us... heralding togetherness and a plan of sorts... Diving in water,  exuberant,  the goal of hydration, rest, some much-needed healing relaxation... the time redeemed... Yet something else then and there at the moment of crisis.. yanks the mind into gear a gravity of necessity.... just some garble of unremembered toil...

 . .. thinking about the " collage effect " of media, the bombardment of images and their "immersive" quality, putting us into the crucible of the moment,  grabbing us with the choicest morsels - those stories that blot out or at least overshadow those other minor goings-on of the day,  kidnapping our attention with an urgent, burning, breathless,  aesthetic of now... Look at the headlines...a massive mushroom-cloud-like explosion in Beirut, Lebanon - followed by protests and rioting, most of the city in ruins, the entire government resigning...a fraudulent stolen election in Belarus , another corrupt autocrat still in power....more protests by night...a clamp-down in Hong Kong , an "Apple daily newspaper owner" arrested and later released on bail... another police shooting in the States... stores in Chicago  looted overnight.... Portland demonstrations...clashes with police...slap-dash executive orders, a relief bill still on hold....school re-openings go...

The uprising begins and the revolutionaries seize power...Their first step is to disband the existing police force,  dismantle the military apparatus, overthrow the suffocating media web of existing propaganda, commence a new network of social communications, declare the previous governmental structure as defunct, welcome the people at large to the new conditions of radical anarchistic post-statehood, sponsor rallies in the public square, encourage dancing, singing and loud clapping, outlaw large corporations, monopolies, conglomerates, tech giants, Amazon, Google,  Apple, etc., redistribute existing accumulations of wealth among the millions of essential workers, reconstitute the existing means of production spontaneous and perhaps haphazardly under a separate set of umbrella categories (to be owned by everyone, to be administered by everyone, on a system of rotation, each according to their needs), declare all essential industries open to all, first come, first serve, demoli...

It is an activity that demands speed, timing, quickness, strength, agility...one that requires running at top speed, jumping, gliding, pivoting, stopping on a dime, moving sideways and backwards, using hands, feet, legs, shoulders, core muscles, abdomen and back - allowing one to feel obscure tendons and joints - one that creates an ebb and flow of motion, generating a time-bending montage of sweat, soreness and fatigue happily obscured and subordinated to the greater task of mental focus and concentration...it is an activity that sends teams back and forth along a hardwood floor,  ninety feet at a time, shifting haphazardly between defense and offense, necessitating make-shift, ad-hoc, spur-of-the-moment, decision-making and instantaneous moves in ever-changing configurations arising out of nowhere and dissolving into other combinations of players....it is a game of rudiments and fundamentals - building-blocks and skill-sets, including but not limited to: dribbling, passing, shoot...