Hollywood, California, is my spiritual hometown. I actually grew up in three other communities in California, but it hardly seems to matter which three. How could my heart take root anywhere under the tyranny of American public schooling?
I don’t have to work for a living. After my father died in December 1997, my family and I won a legal settlement.
The Blog About
Nothing: Sudheer of Hyderabad, India, is a big fan of Playboy and an
even bigger fan of Seinfeld. In this blog, he composes humorous
dialogues for the show’s characters.
Hit & Run: the official
blog of my other favorite magazine, Reason: Free Minds and Free
Markets; winner
of the 2005 Weblog Award for Best Group Blog; “the best
libertarian blog” according to the October 2005 issue of
Playboy.
Scoobie Davis Online: a self-described “filmmaker, surfer, and party crasher” in southern California. He’s also a Playboy fan, a left-leaning political gadfly, and a connoisseur of Jack T. Chick religious tracts.
The Search for
Health in Decadence: poetry and philosophical writings of Will, who has
engaged me in lengthy, good-natured debate through comments on my
blog.
The Blank Slate: The Modern Denial of Human Nature by Steven
Pinker. With stylistic flair, a Harvard cognitive scientist
refutes myths about human nature underlying a multitude of political
beliefs—including many of those that would either favor or
oppose the sexual revolution.
God in Popular Culture by Andrew M. Greeley. A liberal Catholic
priest sees quasi-Christian messages of grace abounding in the
allegedly soulless realm of commercial pop culture. For all I know,
Greeley is not necessarily a Playboy fan. But his
interpretation of Madonna’s song “Like a Virgin” has
influenced my impression of Playboy. (In case anyone wonders, my religious heritage is Lutheran on my father’s side and secularist on my mother’s.)
When you summoned me to jury duty recently, I told you by mail that I use marijuana every day for psychiatric reasons—which I have every right to do according to section 11362.5 of the California Health and Safety Code. Since I haven’t received any further communication from you despite having been scheduled to appear the day before yesterday, I thankfully assume that you see the obvious dilemma between state and federal law if I showed up for jury duty with a dropper bottle of olive oil laced with cannabis.
Hypothetically, if my medical documentation had been misplaced or disregarded, my associates in the cannabis community and I would have been superstitious in the Corleone sense. (We’d act within the law, of course, but with that attitude.) Ed Rosenthal has shown how much an intelligent, well-connected stoner can embarrass public officials.
Some might say that Rosenthal proves we need more jurors who think like me. I’m flattered, but I’m either too smart or too dumb to be selected for any jury where I would likely make a difference. Impatient with an experience so reminiscent of a government-run school, I would soon confess my belief in using jury nullification to make victimless crimes unpunishable and excessive civil judgments unwinnable. You don’t want guys like me there. I figure I’m eliminating the middleman.