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.)
I hoped that my commitments to my study projects would bring a sense of adventure, and I haven’t been disappointed. On Saturday, I was almost suicidal with despair over my seeming inability to step up to the challenge. But yesterday, I found the courage to open up my day planner and browse it leisurely. The experience was just what I needed. By necessity, a person of my pleasure-seeking disposition relies on appetite as his moral compass. When I rediscovered the desire to play with my nerd toys, I felt almost reborn. Hallelujah!
Speaking of hallelujah, I didn’t mention A Course in Miracles a week ago. At Lesson 125 today, I’ve finished a third of the year-long Workbook. When I’m having a hard day, the Jesus of the Course can sound annoyingly chipper about the blissful reunion with God in my future. But I stick with Him, because He has a way of making a lot of sense after all. Hallelujah!