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.
Up the Tao Staircase: self-deprecating wit and wisdom from a Taoist perspective.
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”—more plausible than the interpretation in Reservoir Dogs—has
influenced my impression of Playboy. (In case anyone wonders, my religious heritage is German-Hungarian Lutheran on my father’s side and Anglo-Scots-Irish secularist on my mother’s.)
According to the letter I received from the jury commissioner’s office of Humboldt County, California, I am to report for civic duty on the morning of June 3. Fuck that shit. I’ll be driving my rented car to Los Angeles for the annual benefit party for the Marijuana Policy Project at the Playboy Mansion. I successfully blew off jury duty in Sacramento County; using somewhat different tactics, I’ll do the same on the redwood coast.
As far as any government official is concerned, I never saw that jury summons. It must have gotten lost on the way to my mailbox. Anyone who saw me tear it up and put it in a wastebasket at the Borders bookstore in Eureka was hallucinating. It never happened.
Please understand that I’m not as irresponsible as I might seem at first in shirking jury duty. My support for jury nullification, by which jurors have the prerogative of judging not only courtroom testimony but also the law itself, would make me useless in the eyes of prosecutors and judges. For instance, my political convictions would force me to vote “not guilty” for drug dealers and prostitutes (where only consenting adults are involved). I’ll never be allowed to sit on a jury where I can make a difference. If I pretend I never saw the summons, and Humboldt County pretends it never sent it, time and money will be saved.