Monday, April 24, 2006

Are YOU ready for the Big One?

Sharon Bernstein had an real eye opener of a story in Friday's LA Times. Nobody in California has been expecting FEMA to come when the next big quake hits (and it will hit), but we've always thought local government officials were prepared. After all, they live here too. As one of my fellow jurors said to me confidently a few weeks ago, "the government wouldn't let people build there if it wasn't safe, right?"

Ask the folks in South Miami-Dade who were there when Andrew hit.

Two-thirds of San Francisco Bay have been filled in over the past 150 years. Liquefaction of the soil will be a prime cause of serious problems--and few parts of the state do not have construction on some sort of fill, from UCLA to much of San Francisco, and our three largest airports in the state.

Preparedness by local officials varies widely from community to community. Dad gave each of us a Red Cross emergency kit at Christmas --I encourage you to give one to everybody you care about. I suspect when it happens, I'll be across town from home; it's not crazy to have a spare emergency kit in your trunk.

So much news from one little weekend...

First off, something light by Jake Novak from the Jewish Journal of Greater Los Angeles:

Top Ten Judas Gospel Shockers

The text of the apocryphal Gospel of Judas entered the public sphere this month after surviving suppression by the early Christian church, centuries in the desert, the greed of looters and purgatory in a bank vault. And while National Geographic and the New York Times offered the "official" translation, our own Coptic scholars are nearly certain they've unearthed 10 startling revelations.

10. Judas says he had nothing to do with Jesus' death --but he did devote his life to trying to find the "real killers."

9. John the Baptist was not a licensed lifeguard.

8. Judas admits leaking Jesus' identity to the Romans, but only after he got clearance from Dick Cheney's great-grandfather.

7. Mel Gibson got it wrong: The real bad guys were the Presbyterians.

6. Scorsese had it wrong, too. The real, last temptation of Christ was mocha rum crunch gelato.

5. Jesus would have approved of gay marriage--if Matthew and Mark weren't always fighting and getting into snits.

4. All the food at the last supper was low-carb.

3. Mary wouldn't have remained a virgin if Joseph could have gotten some Viagra in 40 B.C.E.

2. As he was dying on the cross, Jesus had a painful vision foretelling that, someday, Target stores wouldn't use the word "Christmas" during the holiday season.

1. After all that, Pontius Pilate's check bounced.


Saturday, April 22, 2006

The plot thickens...

Well, according to a news story in Friday's Miami Herald, three Cuban-Americans involved in militant exile groups all claim to have never heard of illegal weapons dealer Robert Ferro. There's every possibility that Ferro was not, as he claimed, a member of Alpha 66 (not that any of us will ever know for certain), but for none of the three men interviewed to claim to have never heard of him? That stretches the limit of credibility just a bit. The real gall of it is that Ferro could presume that he could fall back on the excuse that the weapons were for the liberation of Cuba, as if that excuses everything. That's right up there with the "homosexual panic" defense that murderers use when they get caught using their victim's car and credit cards, more often than not on a two or three state spree --and yet attorneys keep trying to make the homosexual panic excuse plausible, year in and year out. Ferro's excuse doesn't explain, of course, why he was selling weapons to people out of his antique shop. The Cuban liberation defense is small potatoes to some of the outrageous things that have occurred in Miami court rooms... and it wouldn't hold up to the light in probably 49 out of 50 states (and possibly in Florida north of Flagler County).

For the Ernesto Diaz, the Alpha 66 spokesperson quoted in the story to posit that Cuba would hatch such an elaborate plot to discredit Alpha 66 is an insult to the intelligence of Americans (especially ADAs). I'm sure it has been repeated 'round the streets and over the airwaves of Miami-Dade county enough for some gullible people in the community to consider it plausible.

"At these moments, Alpha is being respectful of U.S. laws, and our training camps are within the guidelines of U.S. laws," Diaz is quoted in the story. So, then, is that an admission that Alpha 66 is not --other than at these moments-- respectful of and within the guidelines of U.S. law?

I keep thinking of all those innocent people in Upland sleeping next to a virtual weapons depot, and the police officer and innocent woman shot by Ferro's guns (and who knows how many other crimes?); and Ferro's wife claiming on camera that she had no idea what her husband was up to. That takes a lot more denial than Jack Twist and Ennis del Mar's wives had in Brokeback Mountain, doesn't it? Not that I would expect her to admit she knew, participated in, or even suspected that something was going on. And what could she have done, had she an inkling of what her husband was up to? But
remarkably they're both back home, living under the same roof. I can't begin to imagine the reception they'll be getting from the neighborhood.

Are there Cuban spies in Miami? Well, duh... I've lost track of how many real spies have been tounded up in recent years. Are there plots and counterplots constantly being hatched (even if rarely carried out)... Has there been discussion about the damage that this does to the reputation of reputable Cuban-American businessmen and the Cuban exile community as a whole? There are millions of honest, hardworking people who get suspicious looks from their co-workers and neighbors when something like this erupts. And of all the exile communities in the United States for years it's been the Cuban-Americans who get this rep. The airwaves of Spanish talk radio in Miami must be crackling with buzz over this --and one can only imagine the hushed conversations taking place offline! When legitimate Cuban-American gentleman do business, it's one of the few places in America where a simple handshake is worth more than a ton of legal contracts. Or is that all a thing of the past? If Ferro is just a crook, can we let him be just a crook, or must the media portray him as a Cuban-American crook?

lt's a lot more colorful than debating why gasoline is pushing past $4 a gallon. And it does take our attention, briefly, off of what's going on in Washington.

Friday, April 21, 2006

If you aren't angry, then you're not paying attention

Can you believe that they released that character to go back home once they took away his guns and ammo?
If the ATF had discovered that an African-American had an arsenal in his home, his bullet-ridden corpse would be full of holes from Federal agents, even if he claimed he was going to send the weapons to Darfur to defend the people that the American government has been reticent to protect.

Had it been a Vietnamese exile belonging to one of the paramilitary groups working to liberate their homeland, he'd at least be cooling his heels at the Terminal Island prison or the Downtown Detention Facility.

And don't get me started on the (as yet still peaceful) organizations advocating that the U.S. acknowledge and apologize that they overthrew the sovereign government of Hawai'i, then restore their independence.

We're in a city filled with exiles from political strife from all over the world. LA has the largest population of some 30 different nationalities outside of their homeland. When it warrants 30 seconds on the nightly news, it's guaranteed that the elite have already smuggled their assets into American banks. You should have seen Chinatown the 48 hours after the British Foreign Office announced they were going to proceed with the handover of Hong Kong to China (not that there hadn't already been a very visible transfer of assets and population to LA by then).

But Alpha 66 is selling guns and munitions to criminals. Alpha 66 is responsible for a police officer and an innocent woman being shot. When Cubans were killing other Cubans in Miami for daring to exercise their right of free speech, the hardliner exilios had to shoot down an airliner filled with innocent people in order to get prosecuted. Until then, they'd largely left non-Cubans alone.

Even if this guy wasn't acting on behalf of Alpha 66, the claim that he was stockpiling weapons for an assault on his homeland from the otherside of the continent has been given equal time by the local media. Of course, the media in LA is less familiar with the day-to-day insanity of Miami of the 70s and 80s. The only political assasination LA has had in the last twenty years or so was when Armenian radicals murdered a Turkish diplomat.

Is Alpha 66 conducting a secret war against the United States? Or has the monitoring-from-a-discreet-distance policy of the Feds backfired? Did they need a suitable number of civilian casualties to mount before they could do anything? If this guy is using his tenuous connection with Alpha 66 as a paper-thin defense for his actions, why is he sitting back at home after they took away his arsenal? This guy had enough weaponry to arm a Hell of a lot of criminals on the street! He had machine guns, for crying out loud! How many Hell's Angels and gang bangers made trips to his antique shop to purchase guns?

If this is the best that our government can do to keep a lid on the carnage on our streets, what the Hell do we expect them to find all those missing weapons from the former Soviet arsenal?

As the saying goes, You aren't paranoid if they're really out to get you.




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I need to think of something mindless and silly to keep from being pissed, because experience has shown me that it is not in my best interest to walk around looking angry. So, as they would say on Monty Python, "And now for something completely different."

Those recent Volkswagen commercials have had me rather jittery, no matter how many times I've seen them --and I always buckle up. On the flip side, the commercial for the Dodge Calibre where a fairy turns a dumb clod into a drag queen has me cracking up every time I see it. The vintage couture adds a nice campy touch. I wonder what the Velvet mafia in GLAAD think about it.

This weekend, we're heading over to the Brewery for the biannual Artwalk --there's a link to their website on the header at top.

I have mixed emotions about learning about the loss of two more gay publications, the San Diego Update and South Florida's The Weekly News. While San Diego California's second largest city) continues to be served by a variety of GLBT publications, most notably the Gay and Lesbian Times, South Florida's gay community cannot afford to lose a single source of news and information, even in this electronic age. The loss of any gay business anywhere in the country doesn't help our community.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Uh oh...

So this guy has over a thousand weapons in his nice, upscale suburban home, including machine guns and explosives. There was enough stuff to overthrow a couple of small countries there. And no matter what his supposed patriotic aims were to help liberate his homeland, a police officer and the ex-wife of a man who was stalking her were the first (known) victims of his cache.

And of course, it's just a coincidence that that area he lived in has long been known as a stronghold in California for White supremacist groups.

This is why I don't waste my time with horror movies... reality is way scarier.

Time was, judges in Florida would export convicted prostitutes to California; now it's Cuban para-military nutcases. The real estate in the Keys where they used to train I guess is just too pricey for them to use anymore. Now we know why Miami is getting so calm these days...


Wednesday, April 19, 2006

The day after...

In reading about various accounts of the anniversary of the 1906 Earthquake and Fire, I came across an attribution of the poem I posted yesterday to Larry Williams. Given that most people in the City think it was written by some "anonymous" person, I'll take it for what it's worth.

One thing I'm sure of is that my neighbors will be happy to never again hear Jeannette MacDonald (or Judy Garland) singing "San Francisco."

Click on the header above to a link from today's SF Chronicle, about preventing the "Ugly American" syndrome. PS-- the same concept applies for Americans traveling in America, too.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

April 18, 1906, 5:12 a.m.



From the ferries to Van Ness
You're a God-forsaken mess,
But the damndest finest ruins--
Nothin' more or nothin' less.

Larry Harris, 1906

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Happy Passover/Easter

photo from 'Doc. Thorhauer'


Happy Passover and Easter ... how'd ya like to find eggs hidden up there? I linked the header with City Hikes, who have a number of trails around The City, some of which even lifetimetime natives have never seen. The sunrise from Twin Peaks is... well, words don't do it justice, so you'll just have to imagine...

Thursday, April 13, 2006

"My Lucky Star" by Joe Keenan

I just finished Joe Keenan's newest novel, My Lucky Star. Like his first two novels, My Blue Heaven and Putting on the Ritz, it was a rollicking, funny ride from beginning to end. Perhaps it was even more enjoyable because he so delightfully skewered the motion picture industry as only an insider could.

The rains that we've been waiting for all week are still pummeling Northern California, but today is Chamber of Commerce picture postcard perfect. The news said it might hit the 80s, but they didn't say that was going to be before breakfast.
I'm supposed to be introspective and pensive during my birthday week, but I'm reminded by the world around me that after 25 years of sobriety you get 25 years and a day. No balloon drop; no one hands you the keys to a convertible. Life goes on, just as it did yesterday, and the day before that. Yet, it is a time to reflect, and remember, that but for the grace of God, I wouldn't even be here to enjoy it or be bored by it.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Anniversary Prayer

Dear God, I had another anniversary today, one more year in recovery. It has been difficult at times, but it has allowed many blessings. I am a human being again. I feel new strength in my body, spirit and mind. The world has never looked so good. I have my friends' and family's respect. I am productive in my work. I do not miss the slippery people and places. When I have been tempted, You, my Higher Power, have sustained me. I have found a home in the Fellowship and friends support me. Stay close by me, God. I thank you. This is the life I love.

April 12, 1981- April 12, 2006. This is where my journey began, at the Friendship Bell in San Pedro. On a clear day, you can see from Mt. Baldy to Catalina Island.

photo: elefuntboy











Tuesday, April 11, 2006

All Americans are immigrants

As I left the courthouse yesterday, I found myself amidst traffic gridlock due to an enormous demonstration against immigration legislation pending in Congress.

Most people upon meeting me assume erroneously that I was born in the United States. I have no discernible accent. I have even taken it on the chin many a time by those who think I am trying to act WASP. I have been ostracized and attacked by people who think I'm trying to be something I'm not or I shouldn't be what I am. I make no apologies for my heritage or my diction. I speak the English my parents taught me (both my parents were bilingual: English/French and English/Spanish). My heritage puts me more in line with the "American Salad Bowl" of ethnicities than most people I meet.

Today is one of those days when I feel out of sorts. I'm feeling out of sorts in the gay ghetto, and as most of my generation are prematurely dead, I've not many peers to relate to, or who could relate to me.

The 25th anniversary of my sobriety is tomorrow, and I know this is part of why I am out of sorts. Even in some of the meetings, I feel more the outsider than I belong. I never did Crystal Meth, the drug du jour in recovery circles. Fortunately, we have over three thousand meetings here in LA. I have a place. I do belong.

ever have one of those days?

Sorry for that dead link to Towleroad in my last post. Blogspot for some reason won't let me in to see what needs to be corrected.

Jury service is over for (at least) the next twelve months, not that I have any problem with doing my civic duty. There is some joy in being part of the process, contingent, alas, on what I deem to be a truly fair and equitable outcome in the proceedings, which in this case did not happen. An expert on spousal abuse testified, yet the other jurors seemed not to hear what he was saying. And everyone appeared to have forgotten that the defendant was DRUNK. If history tells us anything, this will be only one in a string of skirmishes with the law, and the next time, perhaps, he'll get the appropriate verdict.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

...and a boo and hiss to Beny Alagem

Alagem, who purchased the Beverly Hilton Hotel, wants to tear down the iconic Trader Vic's, which has stood for years at the intersection of Wilshire and Santa Monica Boulevards. While the hotel was so-so in it's architectural style (some preservationists will likely bristle at that), Trader Vic's has been a landmark for Angelenos, and a symbol of Mid-Century modernism --even for those who had little or no interest in historic preservation or architecture. Fortunately, the developers, stunned at the degree of community outrage, have reportedly been in some sort of negotiation to save the Trader Vic's. So soon after losing the Cocoanut Grove Nightclub at the Ambassador Hotel, it demonstrates how tenuous our connections with our history are.

Someone has reportedly made a "Greetings from Brokeback Mountain" postcard (I want one! Hint! Hint!).

Jury Duty, Room 253, 1:35 p.m. Theatre of the Absurd:

A television in the jury pool room is blaring "The People's Court" to entertain the folks waiting to be assigned to a trial. No one else seems to find this odd.

About those Gnostics; if the recently discovered Gospel of Judas is the text which proves he was no traitor, thus putting into focus the origins of anti-Semitism by St. Augustine and others in an orchestrated campaign to vilify Jews ...what will have to happen in order to force a re-evaluation of the vilification of gays? I expect the usual scholars are probably already working on it.

Wednesday night's Lost did not disappoint. Twists and turns and yet new revealations; and knowing that any cast member could get killed off at any moment only made it more edge-of-your-seat television. I should say that Matthew Fox doesn't really have to take off his shirt--the torn-off sleeve showing his biceps and the perennial beard stubble seem to work just fine. Not that I'd have a problem, natch, if he were to wear a little less clothing now and then.

The Evidence, immediately following, featured just the kind of on-location shots I was hoping for (did you see the Sutro Tower in the background?) The backstories of the characters are clearly more interesting than the hook that is supposed to set this cop show apart from all the others. Only, I can't get why a M.E. the age of Martin Landau would still be working for the City/County. Would Civil Service allow someone of his age to work, I wondered, even if it was to take advantage of some irreplaceable expertise his character had? It's not easy bringing up the Holocaust, and I wouldn't have been surprised if one of the writers had been sitting on that story line for ages trying to work it in a show.

Last night's Numb3rs, one the other hand left me pretty disturbed. I left the room without even turning off the set. That was just a little too graphic and violent for my taste. No, it was a lot too graphic. I keep waiting for that show to improve a notch or two, but they seem to think it's doing just fine. While I'm not a body fascist, David Krumholz might wanna realize he can't get by on that doe-eyed baby face forever, and get a trainer. He's gotta be the only actor his age in Hollywood on a hit show who could stand to (how should I put this delicately?) lose a few pounds. Geeks can be hunks, too. His agent would appreciate it; sooner or later, after all, he's gonna have to audition for another show, and the competition is fierce in this town, where pretty faces are a dime a dozen. Silly thing to pick on --he is a fine actor, but I just don't want to think about last night's storyline if I can help it.

Let's hear it for those Gnostics

By now, everyone probably knows that Los Angeles philanthropist and gay activist Tom Gregory has purchased the postcards from Brokeback Mountain to go along with his purchase of the shirt (someone else got Jack Twist's pickup truck). He has said that he's creating a special frame for the artifacts to re-create the closet that held the shrine created by character Ennis del Mar to Jack Twist.

They'll be exhibited a couple of times in LA and San Francisco; then, to see them you'll probably have to be a member of the Velvet Mafia to get an invite to the Bohnert/Gregory home, which happens to be Gary Cooper's onetime home.

William Shatner has donated $25,000 to Habitat for Humanity, and Liz Taylor gave the NO/AIDS Task Force the gift of a fully outfitted mobile medical RV for her 74th birthday. Neither were looking for publicity when they made the gifts. See? We do have people in Hollywood who do nice things. Really nice things.


Tuesday, April 04, 2006

If April showers bring May flowers, we're gonna get hay fever

On my way to the Gay & Lesbian World Travel Expo in WeHo... I stopped to post on the way. It is wet out there. Not much by SF or Seattle standards, but enough to make a 17 minute trip take over an hour.

As I was leaving the house, Larry Mantle was hosting an interesting segment on the schism between African Americans and Latinos on KPCC's Airtalk (there's a link on the left) that I wish I could have listened to. I'll check out the site later for the transcripts. Seems like belatedly (but better than never) the issue is being talked about by people who have an earnest desire to do something about it. The erosion of political activity among people of color in LA the last few years has been appalling. Seeing Mayor Villaraigosa
Sunday at the Thai New Year's celebration a few blocks from where I live, and him mentioning that Los Angeles has the largest population of some 30 ethnic groups and nationalities out of their home countries is cause for more hope.

I found the site for Queer Writers (http://www.queerwriters.com) while I was surfing. Seemed like a good link to include, although I haven't yet had the chance to read it in depth.

The Queer Media Conference is coming up in New York, but since I'm stuck on the West Coast, I'll have to hope they post some of the proceedings online. I'll add a link to the left. Getting time to organize those things; but there's never enough time to do everything on my agenda. Where on earth do those guys ever have the time to surf for porn? There's so much other stuff to do, and never the time to do it.


Monday, April 03, 2006

Jury Duty

But what was up with Desperate Housewives last Sunday? Now they've insulted virtually everyone in a twelve step program in America, and I'm still not exactly feeling the love for the story arc of Bree's gay son Andrew van de Kamp. What adds to the oddness of his character is that Marc Cherry has said in interviews that the Van de Kamps are based on his own family... so is he pulling his own covers? Is Andrew going to grow up to be an evil Hollywood producer? High camp is one thing, but this show is wobbling.

The storylines introduced in Grey's Anatomy immediately after, by comparison, were a hoot. And this week's Lost still has me scratching my head, which is a good thing where that show is concerned. Just when you think you know which way it'll go-- it says gotcha! and veers off in another direction entirely. Just so long as I get my quota of Matthew Fox shirtless scenes, I don't much mind how confused it makes me. Frankly, J.J. Abrams ought to be the toast of the town for coming up with this whole concept. ABC better realize when they've got a good thing.

I'll be at the computer very irregularly this week as I'll once again be fulfilling my obligations as a citizen. Unfortunately, they wouldn't let me volunteer for Dubya's war crimes trial...

Friday, March 31, 2006

April Fool's Day in West Hollywood; What a Redundancy

All is quiet the day before April Fools... almost too quiet! I found this amusing photo on Stephen Pendred's blog (click on the header above for a link to his site).

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Sunny day... sweeping the clouds away...

A thousand things to do with the time to do only 999... so it's time to stop and enjoy the view and let the natural order of things fall into place...

In this picture is my brother's house at the top of San Francisco. While you can't hike up the hill to the tower, there is a trail, visible to those who know it, on the right side of the photo in the center that leads to Twin Peaks. The wind from atop the peaks feels like it could pick you up and toss you clear into the ocean somedays. I haven't seen it since the rains, but I'll bet the hillside is covered in wildflowers now.

It's quite a hike from the Castro up a series of streets and stairs and hillside trails to get to Twin Peaks, but it is always worth it. Once, I drove directly to the lookout spot at the peaks upon arrival in San Francisco early one morning while the City was socked in fog so you could barely see the hands in front of your face. While I was standing there, the sun parted the clouds, and I suddenly found myself gazing down at the City awash in morning sunshine. It was one of those moments you can't plan; it just happens, and if you're lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time...

Of course, residents of the City know there are no shortage of places that hit you in the gut (in a good way --like a Ghirardelli Chocolate square) ...some are more fiercely guarded by the locals than others. It never ceases to amaze me how tourists who are just apeshit over being in San Francisco rarely get to see some of the most beautiful and unique sites in the City.

On last night's The Evidence, they appear to have already run out of stock aerial footage of San Francisco (or they're conserving what they have judiciously). They used several shots repeatedly (like I could ever get tired of seeing an overhead view of Columbus Avenue right up to the Transamerica Pyramid). My big laugh occurred at the end of the hour when some guy hit on Rob Estes in a gay bar. Are they trying to make sure he has a gay following, or what? It was a sort of wink-wink-nudge-nudge that let you know they'd done some homework on what makes San Francisco such a one-of-a-kind-place. And I'm sure some gay boys are going to get all giddy over Estes, enough to keep their ratings up.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Don't do as we teach, do as we say...

A P Photo / Washington Post

The Mayor's office and the LAUSD have warned protesting students to return to class or there will be consequences.

So never mind what they've taught you in civics class and American history. Ignore the writings of Thomas Paine, Henry David Thoreau* and Benjamin Franklin. Forget about the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights.

And don't remember Ruben Salazar and the Chicano Moratorium and the forced repatriation of more than a quarter million Mexicans. Or Los Ninos Heroes, or the occupation of Aztlan and Cuba and Puerto Rico; the abduction and enslavement of millions of men, women and children; the Trail of Tears; the overthrow of the sovereign kingdom of Hawai'i. The bombing of Vieques, the Zoot Suit Riots, Sleepy Lagoon...

Oh, wait-- they haven't even begun to teach you about most of that yet, have they? I guess you'll have to keep protesting a little longer --and tell the school board you're damn right there will be consequences.

When it comes to denying citizenship to the children born in the U.S. of undocumented aliens, can we make that retroactive to the Mayflower? For those with a 'get tough' approach to illegal immigration, I would remind them that in Roanoke, North Carolina, the original penalty for the first illegal immigrants was capitol punishment.


Click on the header above for a link to Thoreau's "Civil Disobedience."