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.)
Lately, the most exciting development in my ambition to learn stuff just for the sake of learning stuff has been my brushing up on the art of driving. It’s not a wonder that I’ve decided to commit to viewing the entire original series of Star Trek. Suddenly operating a motor vehicle again makes me feel warp-capable, as it were.
I’m stumbling my way to a sense of skill in time management. “Management” feels like a misleading term for exactly what I’m learning. I’m learning the pleasure of self-confidence from keeping myself and my environment beautiful with good habits like shaving my face and making my bed every morning. Although this represents a change in my relationship to time and how I act in it, this hardly feels like “management.” It feels almost the opposite: like being seduced by what appropriately timed behavior can do for me, a relinquishment of will instead of an effort of will. If not for the intense distraction and discouragement of America’s un-American public schools, I believe I would have discovered this years earlier. In our hearts, we all know that school sucks!