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.)
This post is the awkward sequel to “In Humboldt County, I’ll spread lies about my past; on the Internet, I’ll tell the truth.” Although I’ve sired many bad ideas in my time, I can honestly report that lying about my past in order to find a new place to live was Mom’s idea. My first prospective landlord caught us in the lie. My credit report happened to have my Sacramento address in it. After the embarrassment and discouragement of that experience, I knew I lacked the energy to lie effectively. Sheer laziness has made me an honest man.
Can the city of Arcata learn to love me as much as I love it? Despite my past, I pray that it can as I feel the cool moisture in the air, sample the local restaurants, hike in Redwood Park, drag myself kicking and screaming through my book learnin’, enjoy the relatively cheap high-grade cannabis, and discreetly admire the Humboldt Honeys.