L.A. Lately

A few facts about L.A.. It is surrounded by hills. Cheryl Crow is not hanging out on the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard smoking crack. Charles Sheen is not breaking bottles on Hollywood Boulevard.  And someone who might be Linsey Lohan dressed in black like a ninja. And the people of L.A. and their tourists are very socialized.  No this is a wrong first impression: Like being fooled by a film screen.
 
 But you know what, in hindsite, it’s like the bliss of a robot, with a chill I never noticed before. A socialization is there, but you know what? with the other tourists, and a few transplants. Course lots of transplants.
 
What else? It’s a little blissed out, life is a little worse than that. Again, cut, wrong first impression. It’s not blessed out, its robotic showbizness influence. Then I had the impression everyone was nicer looking and dressed, and remarked on how mild the L.A. scene seemed. And then after that, everyone looked scary, but not like funny scary, like tortured scary.  
 
And yet, some of the people I see around me, remind me of people I know well: to an almost ridiculous degree, as if my past social life left an imprint on me these newer people just fill. This by the way is a buddist understanding. Again though like other impressions afore mentioned this one soon faded too.
 
So let me focus on ascetic foundations.  W
 
So a small tiny part of the universe is listening; and it’s a part of something big; giving me the impression if I tell it something great it will tell and spread to the greater and farther universe. Of course, I have nothing to say at the moment and don’t want to bore it.
 
Spiff, it ocurrs to me I could teach it what spiff is. You know, toenails cut tight, shoelaces dangling right, super scrubbed face—but you know what, venus dominates this listening and doesn’t think spiff is funny. And that’s not true too, another false first impression, Holy Darcy, Venus would enjoy any subject improving her conditions.
 
Here’s something for you. L.A. is not proud of its media show and movies. I mean it is specifically designed to reenforce lies and actually distract rather than earnestly pursue the way things are. No really, show biz is morally ambiguous, and these people have lived it: Whereas in NYC the people are not even aware the news media enemating there with dark wave channells through the air I don’t see but know are there and seen; the people in nyc don’t get the news media is all lies, a story based on the kingdom of god not being recognized; bad negative lies and stories, at least hollywood distracts; the news is actually bad; and less apprehended by the psyche, for the shock that this is. And this is not true too, for the news media influence has a serious side that makes it more social than the fluffy distracting side of Hollywood.
 
Here’s another thing for you along that vein. Actors, and even though they lie low, there are a surprising amount of them, artists; they don’t like to talk about themselves, though compassionate and good, I think because they are trained to only speak in a scripted way; and that being themselves, that identity, detracts from potential roles and role development. See I could use actors, but it would be in like a performance art thing.
 
L.A. is truly relaxed and mellow, by a lack of free will, not as I remembered it 15 years ago; if prone to be blissed out. Fame is not worshiped, due to its morally ambiguous product. And there are people of all different shapes here. People are a little more conscious of what people look like; a definite cultural byproduct of the show biz industry.
 
L.A. is also a little like the rainbows. They have a more highly developed psychic side; probably because all these movie commands are in psychic. And I’ve heard at least two people refer to other people as robots, but not is hateful way, a factual way; which is a pretty conservative almost traditional belief. By this token they may recognize the farce of elections, and respect me for my usefulness. And I was reminded flying in over the suburbs, just how many people earth is meant for.

So the thing is is that we can’t do anything about all the lies and wrongs in society. It’s simply a very tight operation. So, like a buddist, I attempt change through learning metaphysics in meditation: towards which I impart these two pieces of knowledge. The souls of the Kingdom of Heaven, in that united form of the human race; are clear, very clear, at most silver, and yet different and discernable in their difference. Lest you wonder about what the afterlife is like, the souls are clear, maybe sparkling a little bit. And the other thing is that a basic component of life is electricity. I may have more than most, but all life has electricity. Electricity vital for the afterlife, and there are electrical fields in the universe, that seem plugged into me. There is this negative electricity in me commanding this echelon, the opposition is voiceless. And this is not true, because the silver clear parts of the mind have deep voices. It’s just to reach them you have to work through the sexual repression invoked on society.
 
I love L.A. because people are up early in the morning; whereas NYC has a wee tendency to stay up till dawn and rise in the afternoon. I went to two bars, meeting and having vivid discussion at each, one Danny’s on Venice beach, the other an expensive British bar in Santa Monica, which I walked to, on a bottle of Sangria, that I later shared with a crazy homeless person I was trying to convince to become a republican; so I only had two Newcastles at the British bar, and find L.A. very fun to talk to at a bar; as well as enabling sitting on a bench on the sidewalk and listening to Willie Nelson playing his guitar with a sound system in the street. Well, it probably wasn’t willie nelson, but it was darn tootin close. And I was the last person back in the hostel at night; and the hostel does not open for you from 4am to 8am–which you is prime time in some hostel countries. But despite its morning, LA is not coffee; I found that out drinking a cup with a shot of expresso with the morning sun glaring on; you can’t drink coffee in the sun; near glass windows. But this truth faded: the people to talk to were generally not locals, except around the basketball courts: And I would soon get up early and drink coffee round the clock at the Hollywood Hostel that facilitated such behavior. Likewise L.A. was getting more and more difficult, as locals struggle to control themselves in face of their betrayal of the earnest.
 
 A few more facts: The taxis at least around Venice beach are green. The medical marijuana dispensaries on the boardwalk, which prescribe it for insommnia, among other ailments, have diluted the form of marijuana from subversive and outlaw-like people by providing it more legally. Simply it has less of an effect; per my connoisseurship. And while there are hippies up and down the boardwalk and beach, I don’t notice any of the beer and wine, Central Park may organize about: probably because of the vulnerability to police. So I would rule to encourage drinking on the beach, and sick people getting marijuana from people getting it illegally. Marijuanna is a part of taking our country back the way our founders did. Marijuanna gets you high because you dealt with the law, and local officials abridge peaceful assembly, peaceful assembly understood of where local decisions are made. Marijuanna is about recognizing spiritual vitality; not hatred of the rich.
 
The most I can think about the hippie vendors is that they are like a farmers market. I have vended farmers markets, and never found them the social oasis as claimed, but at  most a place to sell product and hopefully meet people who would then volunteer at the farm, or buy direct. It was never more than that. I stopped doing farmers markets and switched to restaurant sales composing 95% of my sales, because farmers markets are not real enough for me. Not that all restaurants are real, but those striving for reality, do buy from me.
 

The dryness is having a reaction against my beach shirt, like a dry rainbow, and my game suffered on the courts; however by the time it game back the next evening….I mean getting the game uncorked, the complex society of the courts….then of course there’s segregation: when each color hangs out with its own. And this harmony extends into wonderful basketball games of many different colors. Yet coming from Newark, I don’t see where they get all this energy. In order to apply the generational war, one must talk to the older generation, to get answers on these tough questions, but more critically, compelling an obedience from the younger. But you know, my agriculture and prosecution makes me more mature. But for all the hippy street vendors along the boardwalk and good blacks at the basketball courts, that call to incite and create and heart song and sing, one gets at a rainbow regional, was not felt.

By Prosecution I mean this morning I sent a letter to Jon Corzine at Princeton University where he has a post saying his gaining the governorship as a senator then appointing a powerful but unpopular N.J. politician smacks of coercion, and tests the 17th amendment, as the psychology of the senator, in this maneuver can only be coerced. I have thought about it a lot. An elite, advantaged group fraternity as the senate? Could one of that hallowed and bandied order? Could they allow one to do that so as to expose a corrupt state that at the time of the 17th amendment was switching from local decisions being made in peaceful assembly, to a local system of elected officials and 3% kickbacks from all political employees to Frank Hague, 50 yr mayor of jersey city and co chairman of the democratic national committee in the 50’s.

The thing is the kingdom of god is used to provide a show in my eyes and through my mind maybe, which the dark matter of the universe enjoys. I can feel the dark ,matter all about, but the thing is, it seems to compel the city desk more, and a nightly secret slaughter, at least on paper, in cities around America; completely misrepresenting the kingdom of god as more sentient and able than it is. So the dark matter is pretty seeped in negative, maybe even attacked itself, and my life and times just the tip of the iceberg, a pleasant rarified strata of diversion and amusement and test to this dark matter I can feel pressing against me that feels what I am going through and the tests; that has explained what the situation, is understanding full well, the reality of the show and earth., earth.
 
The agriculture makes the people awkward, in ruing not having thought of it earlier. I was talking to three of my friends about this Corzine thing and how the thing to do was just ask him if it was true; as the federal prosecutors were no help, ultimately not serious because they do not deal in the reality of the kingdom of god, as minds do; being weighted against as power often is; Look at Christianity. But, I complained to my friends in Jersey, I can’t get his number, I can’t reach him.” “What are you going to do?” They said, “Pay my friend Frank to stake out his house then ask the question when he leaves the house in the morning to work” “No, just find his email address and email him.” Which I did, and I emailed him a third draft, neglecting only to say I am sure the higher echelons of the N.J. Ethics Commission is aware of is aware of this interest, yet beholden to it.
 
 
 
 
 
While I don’t anticipate a response, at least I played through, chasing fame, out of the shadows.
 
 
 
 
 
 
The basketball I have been playing in Newark, was frankly, all ages basketball, with nine year olds covering nine year olds, people in their fifties discovering basketball late in life, and the 15 yr olds and 17 yr olds taking sides and not liking each other, instead of getting along. Basketball is not the game itself on the courts, but ultimately the promotion of life in the park in general. Their were more important issues.
 
At the courts at Venice Beach, everyone has a left, even mine came to life and started throwing in shots, when I finally won a game against a real basketball player. Up to then, for the numerous games I played, I was always on the losing side, in that to me, who believe in the MFP award, most fun player to play with, I usually am known for being on the winning side, even if not known for the scoring and rebounding my teammates expect from me; there is always the opportunity for passing and defending in this game, and if you can do those two relatively simple things well, people that play basketball like you. Playing good defense is like mastering a difficult life. After the games of yesterday I shot over a hundred jumpers, so when I came back after a jog on the beach from Santa Monica to Venice Beach, my shots started falling in. However, if you want to play, you got to hang out there a while.  What they really need is a clipboard with paper you write your name on, so there is a constant growing list of people to replace the losing teams on the court. Blacks really can have a good if not proficient sense of basketball in that they run the court well, get along, and have some ideas; but it comes from their dominance of much televised basketball, not from a greater ability. Whites have to run with them and enjoy their kindness; whereas regarding all the news reports of tragedy in minority neighborhoods, whites must lead. As the sun was setting, me and an underemployed actor from N.J. finished a one on one and practiced alley oops, and had cogent discussion of life, spiritual understandings, what movies should really address, what the people really relate to and are going through. There is a slight acknowledgement of my authority across the board in L.A..
 
 
But what was disconcerting and depressing, was that I could not find a dive bar, a low priced place, or any place, to meet the people and come down from my hike: And from the hills to west Hollywood looked from the hills much closer than it was. I thought I would enjoy just walking around L.A. more; but I’d also forgotten my sweater; but most so disconcerting was the lack of emphasis on production and trade that make low priced bars convivial. At least the news media in nyc seems to have some emphasis on production, though that be pasted as a point of society; and the sustainability that may be generated by discussing the economy in peaceful assembly forgotten; theirs is a nod to the lower class in NYC though it can be terribly expensive, there is a recognition of the vitality of producing and doing what is essential and actual; This all seems lost here in L.A..
 
My apprehensions of L.A. as a place of health, production of show biz and its social correlaries and residues, is slipping because show biz, which looks worse and worse in L.A., the product, so out of touch with the times, so not grim, or relating to the three dimensional person; I look at TV or movie ads and they just seem like fluff aimed in general direction. I had finer feelings at numerous east coast states like Maine and Virginia and New York, but there I was in the country working organic agriculture; or in Newark, aiding in the nursing of my poor mother.
 
But a few more facts about L.A.: For instance, the cabs are green, white, differently colored according to their company. The people do not cross the street by and large unless the walk sign is on. The cars though will and do try to make the yellow lights. The Venice beach area is the best. Lindsey Lohan lives right up the street. So that says something.
 
The women of L.A. though, though attractive, are really a bit the kind that has had relationships, not friendships, frankly, physically mature, but psychologically oppressed and less experienced, because relationships, can keep you from experiencing life, so powerful the bond of a relationship to turn on you and keep you from that experience, suspiciously. So these beautiful women are around, but they don’t incite, they are not as fun as the milieu I’ve found carved; they are pretty objectified and seem destined to be picked up, yet again, and it’s not doing much for them, as far as I can see. But it’s hard to be a women in this modern called world.
 
My dreams of being a star with fancy footwork hiking from the hills through the valley in the direction of Hollywood like bing Crosby and fred Astaire, were dashed by the long lines in front of night clubs, and upscale places everywhere:
 
There are two islands you can see to the southwest of L.A. if the smog unimpairs you. From the hills of Topanga State Forest, the smog settling over LA turned purple in the late afternoon.
 
There is also a black chopper or two often flying overhead. It flew over me a few times running on the beach, and from inspiration point beyond Will Rogers State Park, I could see it flitting over L.A. so much faster than ground travel.
 
This hostel, and the mountains, are the funnest place in L.A. I have been to, and the beach scene has potential. I am moving to a Hollywood Hostel tonight, but am seeing the fallen dreams with golden tears mocked by the inky black over the pacific, and not the footworking star freedom I seek.
 
 
 L.A. is not a mecca, if I am using the term meaning a place where divinity origins, in that it produces a morally ambiguous product that has no street cred, little respect from religious service and most glaringly has little relevance to the people on the street: it is not known as a worthy product. Only in Hollywood’s own mind is a mecca: otherwise the people here are claimed by the dark side, and it is no mecca to worship art: for art is a dark secret back here.
 
Never the less, Hope springs Eternal, I am earth no less, and earth is still here with this morning sun, so why the gloom of yesterdays tears and sweat, when so easily washed off with a warm shower? It’s not my fault no one notices my genius and the apparatus is used for truth. The airwaves and what is attached to me, zoom all over earth anyway.
 
L.A.’s cruel night: That’s not a problem. The road to success is paved with cruel nights. By the second night of cruelty, the seasoned veteran is so used to it; that it only looks cruel, and seems to be cruel to the viewer; but in reality it’s just an act. I want the cruel night at this point; I seek to cheer it up, psyche it out, and desire its alleged cruelty. What would success in show biz be otherwise? Of course this might be why I’ve spent at least two of my five nights sleeping in.
 
But I mean, actors play tough guys on TV. What does that say about where the profession resides? It’s like a cardboard feel, a two dimension-creating effect: with every guy acting tough in a movie ad. (Athletes excepted). And what about all the people not in the nobility of showbiz? What about them? I am forever haunted by their faces on the city buses. Eyes, almost like manhattanites on subways, averted, with dark furrows of glare or strident worry, courage in the face of gloom they keep hidden, not wanting to burden the pantheon of NYC or L.A., even unaware the pantheon of media doesn’t take the subway or bus; as if the fact that psychically, these evil and foolish nobles look over the bus.
 
These are the intimidated people born here, perhaps doomed to the service industry, that struggle to provide local character, when the glamour of movies add up all about.  Or, they are used for game shows. These are the people whose hands aren’t big enough to get a grip on all the phoniness enemating; that worry and wonder why it doesn’t subside, how can it all exist? And while I may explain it is for the universe, the universe may like our movies, it’s a price we pay; I am just a drop in the bucket of Hollywood.
 
Until by successfully showing the Kingdom of God, everyone plays a zombie, and my Zombie Army takes over: That actually has been the plan for several days: Ever since I conceived it on the backbone path behind Will Rogers State Park. Everyone loves to play a zombie. It would be like thriller, or a good zombie movie, well, it would be better than a movie.
 
Hope springs eternal, when I feel needed. By which I mean I say to myself, my god, these movies are horrible, they need me. But do they? And how much of me?
 
Let’s take the basketball courts for instance. Where I have taken basketball of late as a chance to either befriend or teach; the courts of venice beach have the most incredible array of white basketball players I’ve ever seen assembled; Like Xerxes army, a division of it; looming over the agean, creating their own weather. For instance, the hippy basketball player, the one player with long hair, really was the best player: even though his man didn’t play defense on him. I should have stepped up and actually did draw two charging fouls on him by positioning my shoulder and head to his knee, but they are not used to charging fouls and felt awkward to call.
 
But all of them were eternal timeless types of basketball players. And there was one corner of the 8 rims dominated by the blacks from Compton up the street, and they evoked a police department.
 
And yet there was a problem. See, my late claim to basketball fame is that I run with the blacks at the Y, though I have not done this in years, it has left an indelible imprint about the proforma of the game. That it is played by gentlemen and it is supposed to be five on five full court, it’s called “running the court”. And you sit with guys on the side and play the winning team and it is all organized fairly. They may be snobs, but they have their honor. It even goes further than this, the credo I discovered: Games are supposed to be close, ideally shifting back and forth, and the better team is to win: and “better team” is defined the team where the teammates get along better and know each other. Defense is the equivalent of a hard life. Everyone sort of works on the same thing. There is no need to call fouls because men don’t foul and it is difficult to tell who the ball touched last before it went out of bounds.
 
People don’t own the ball, but temporarily have it in their possession, and sometimes bring it close enough to you that you may touch it. There are never fights or arguments except about who touched the ball last. People have different shapes and sizes. It’s really simple, you establish a full court game or two, and just keep rotating new teams in to play the winner of the past game.
 
Now, do they need me to do that? No. And why isn’t this established by now? I’ll tell you why there is a silly problem with the white-controlled game. Because there are fights in hockey. You see, there should be no fights in hockey, and yet there are. Until we can make an entire NHL season go without fights, their violence is going to ripple into basketball, insofar as we are responsible observers and athletes in our own right.
 
This means the same effort that goes into CODE PINK, and authentic anti-war movements needs to focus on the hockey season and each game to ensure there are no fights. Pressure needs to be put on the commissioner to charge fighters with assault and be put in jail for two nights; that’ll make them think about what they’ve done.
 
OK, so why does Hockey need basketball or an anti-war movement to end its problem of fighting? Because there are claims of violence reported in our papers in cities and states across America. And if everyone is the kingdom of god, no one has the volition or ability to be violent, and thus these events are claimed, and slander upon the human race as the kingdom of god. In other words the same vigilance I demand upon the hockey professors, has to and must be applied to a care about our particular minority neighborhoods, where the false claim makes its most mark. We need to establish the kingdom of god, as an applicable truth, that is at odds with the depiction through the papers, and vigilantly assert to the city desk, and vigilantly maintain neighborhoods to an aware degree of the people as to the truth and try to go a season without one murder, be it in L.A. or Newark. If we all got about focusing on that; we wouldn’t have this lack of ease in white basketball. You can’t play basketball without thinking of those fights in Hockey and what they symbolize.

Likewise the police policed Venice beach in not a good way. I don’t want to get into it; but their prescence was oppressive as opposed to reassuring and being apart of the community. Instead of showing a awareness to the diverse and nefarious elements and chemistry to society; they chalked it all up as one venice beach and didn’t care. From now on, if I see one and can get close, I am going to ask it a question; for which I will have a carefully phrased subtle and professional question for them which I will read like a script.
 
Well I am now going to get on the touchy subject of the L.A. women. What does Jim mean with the phrase, “L.A. women gonna have to do.” ?
 
The girls here are not as good. They all looked so caught by so many relationships and one night stands, that they are tight as all hell; and often in places they are not socially good enough to be. It’s that simple. Oh, it’s beguiling because they are all beautiful and look good; but as you tear off that veil, it becomes apparent: L.A. will never be good while the girls are in this condition.
 
And the guys are in this half state: you can’t tell if they are married or single: I mean like they look married, but act single: as if when asked they’d respond, “I might be, “ or, “I could be”. And the girls too, they walk alone down the street, and unlike girls in any part of the country, they make me ask myself, “Is that girl single?” Because it is so perplexing and tantalizing in that you can’t tell that on someone just by looking, right?
 
And frankly, the high couple ratio, whereas, for instance, the couples I chance upon in Asheville N.C. they all look like they’ve been coupled a while. The couples in L.A. look like they just met last night. All of them. I’m like whoa, what they heck is going on. And L.A. is very good at this. While their sociality is a residual effect of show biz: these girls seem the product of a club scene: which I hear, is designed for that sort of thing. And hence this is what you get.
 
But let me tell you, four nights, in a different place, just to see society, is a vacation. But I moved to Hollywood, and am glad I did. Closer to the big dark secret of art. Closer to what people are not going through. And it bespeaks the question: Is it possible to extort the famous through the manipulation of them to lie to thousands of people. Is it a liable profession? Do I have a right as a citizen of this country, to be free from the lies about the kingdom of god in the news media: and the irrelevant waste of energy Hollywood puts out? Do we have a right? And the answer is yes, honey, there are rights, we just have to do what it takes to retain them. And the answer is we have a right to a free press. A press that lies, especially so much, is not a free press. Thus a basic law is violated. Don’t not believe in the Constitution, not believe in the people. I mean we are better than the people in power. The people in power are weighted down and controlled more than us. So we have to rise up and take responsibility for our society, and locally discuss our issues in peaceful assemblies.
 
Then of course, there is this superhero going around with a “be” on his shirt, trying to create a zombie army to march on and take over L.A..
 
Taking the bus and getting around is not as difficult as the background extras make it out to be. I am ready to hire an actor for ten dollars an hr for two hours. The first rehearsing the part of my sidekick “stop”, and the second demonstrating and delivering the socio-political performace art and action only well paid and well staged actors can provide to a political and spiritual movement. In short, if I had enough actors, if every underemployed actor reached out to me, and I borrowed enough money, I bet I could do it. And while people may get paid for this sort of advice, TV art needs to be more regional. There is no need for people from georgia to be watching the same shows Tuesday night as the people from sacramento. That’s just ridiculous, and there are too many unemployed actors.
I rented a bike and biked around Venice and that was great, truly wonderful, as was the hike the day before.

I’m the sort of person who believes if you America to come out into the streets like Egypt you got to put a keg on each block. Or one town has to invite over another town and have food and drinks on its porches. That’s the kind of stuff power organizes.

I believe there are two sides, the black side and the hispannic side, and both sides care deeply about what goes through the city desk:

The smog is caused by the reliance on cars in a valley surrounded by an ocean and mountains. Hollywood is more refined and upperclass than Venice beach; the girls are a few increments better as well. In a way though, while when I travel, there seems to be hiking and walking and parks and cathedrals and drinking with the locals; L.A. has a legitamate studious edge that makes quiet nights and reading and writing, working on art, appropiate. The good intelligent conversation is starkly contrasted against the club pick up background.

Instead of being in a hostel near the beach and hippies with a second fl patio everyone of all ages smoked on, and a common room and kitchen available except from 4am to 8am; we are in two rooms and a bath room suites of 4 not 8 bunk beds, and their own kitchen with a tv, and two or three common areas, neither of which are completely enclosed, with palm trees about, and greater activities such as barbeques and free cheap beer, and a do and recommended activities and tours and cheaper with a more realistic staff.
 
 You see there is a unity of the human race, and that has to involve me, and you, especially as there is such a show of civilization, and it seems around me, and through you, and therefore occupies so much energy and act that it may be logical for the human race to be centered about the viewer; much the way the human race must be united by earth itself. And sometimes when I think, and the gears and mechanisms of my mind move and shift as my blood willed by thought pushes into the obstacles of ignorance, God, I imagine a mind filling up the space and sky and these minute muscles of the mind actually blown up a thousand times and somewhere actually far away.Then of course, there is no absence really, I mean there is an abscnce of my perception, that space my thought fulls, while not ideal, is something I try to focus on, but the absence of help, does not really exist; For there is what is all around and that what is is there and has grown into the whole system of earth and mind in dark matter. And this is not absence but prescence because preseence is all there is, absence can not communicate.

But regarding the production of Hollywood and the stagnation of diffusion of show biz throughout the country; obviously I am trying to send the message: Make it better Hollywood, raise the game a bit. And because there really seems one general current to Hollywood and really not the many producers we’d seen, my plea might be considered, even more so as I contemplate that one current: for once one realizes there are alterations to the natural mind in sync with an older mind, and minds that predate humans, one realizes the metaphysical media to arts and entertainment.

Because many several years ago I had black friends in show biz, and participated in the making of Basquiet, I feel an alliance with classy minorities in show biz; oddly reminiscent of ancient history books citing alliances between north Africans and Romans, or Carthaginians and Gauls. I hope the next time I go to L.A. I am working on better art with smart people.

                    THE END

PS, Left for Phoenix after 4 nights in venice beach hostel than two nights at a higher class and cheaper place in Hollywood itself. Then a night on a greyhound bus to Phoenix. That area is great people, genuinely happy women, polite men, a little southern nuttiness. And I got to see Sedona where I wish to retune to and spend 3 days hiking.

I love L.A. because people are up early in the morning; whereas NYC has a wee tendency to stay up till dawn and rise in the afternoon. I went to two bars, meeting and having vivid discussion at each, one Danny’s on venice beach, the other an expensive british bar in Santa Monica, which I walked to, on a bottle of Sangria, that I later shared with a crazy homeless person I was trying to convince to become a republican; so I only had two newcastles at the british bar, and find L.A. very fun to talk to at a bar; as well as enabling sitting on a bench on the sidewalk and listening to Willie Nelson playing his guitar with a sound system in the street. Well, it probably wasn’t willie nelson, but it was darn tootin close. And I was the last person back in the hostel at night; and the hostel does not open for you from 4am to 8am–which you is prime time in some hostel countries. But despite its morning, LA is not coffee; I found that out drinking a cup with a shot of expresso with the morning sun glaring on; you can’t drink coffee in the sun; near glass windows.

 

 
 
 
The dryness is having a reaction against my beach shirt, like a dry rainbow, and my game suffered on the courts; however by the time it came back the next evening….I mean getting the game uncorked, the complex society of the courts….then of course there’s segregation: when each color hangs out with its own. And this harmony extends into wonderful basketball games of many different colors. Yet coming from Newark, I don’t see where they get all this energy. In order to apply the generational war, one must talk to the older generation, to get answers on these tough questions, but more critically, compelling an obedience from the younger. But you know, my agriculture and prosecution makes me more mature.
By Prosecution I mean this morning I sent a letter to Jon Corzine at Princeton University where he has a post saying his gaining the governorship as a senator then appointing a powerful but unpopular N.J. politician smacks of coercion, and tests the 17th amendment, as the psychology of the senator, in this maneuver can only be coerced. I have thought about it a lot. An elite, vantaged group fraternity as the senate? Could one of that hallowed and bandied order? Could they allow one to do that so as to expose a corrupt state that at the time of the 17th amendment was switching from local decisions being made in peaceful assembly, to a local system of elected officials and 3% kickbacks from all political employees to Frank Hague, 50 yr mayor of jersey city and co chairman of the demo  
 
 

The basketball I have been playing in Newark, was frankly, all ages basketball, with nine year olds covering nine year olds, people in their fifties discovering basketball late in life, and the 15 yr olds and 17 yr olds taking sides and not liking each other, instead of getting along. Basketball is not the game itself on the courts, but ultimately the promotion of life in the park in general. Their were more important issues.
 
At the courts at Venice Beach, everyone has a left, even mine came to life and started throwing in shots, when I finally won a game against a real basketball player. Up to then, for the numerous games I played, I was always on the losing side, in that to me, who believe in the MFP award, most fun player to play with, I usually am known for being on the winning side, even if not known for the scoring and rebounding my teammates expect from me; there is always the opportunity for passing and defending in this game, and if you can do those two relatively simple things well, people that play basketball like you. Playing good defense is like mastering a difficult life. After the games of yesterday I shot over a hundred jumpers, so when I came back after a jog on the beach from Santa Monica to Venice Beach, my shots started falling in. However, if you want to play, you got to hang out there a while.  What they really need is a clipboard with paper you write your name on, so there is a constant growing list of people to replace the losing teams on the court. Blacks really can have a good if not proficient sense of basketball in that they run the court well, get along, and have some ideas; but it comes from their dominance of much televised basketball, not from a greater ability. Whites have to run with them and enjoy their kindness; whereas regarding all the news reports of tragedy in minority neighborhoods, whites must lead. As the sun was setting, me and an underemployed actor from N.J. finished a one on one and practiced alley oops, and had cogent discussion of life, spiritual understandings, what movies should really address, what the people really relate to and are going through. There is a slight acknowledgement of my authority across the board in L.A..
 
 
But what was disconcerting and depressing, was that I could not find a dive bar, a low priced place, or any place, to meet the people and come down from my hike: And from the hills to west Hollywood looked from the hills much closer than it was. I thought I would enjoy just walking around L.A. more; but I’d also forgotten my sweater; but most so disconcerting was the lack of emphasis on production and trade that make low priced bars convivial. At least the news media in nyc seems to have some emphasis on production, though that be pasted as a point of society; and the sustainability that may be generated by discussing the economy in peaceful assembly forgotten; theirs is a nod to the lower class in NYC though it can be terribly expensive, there is a recognition of the vitality of producing and doing what is essential and actual; This all seems lost here in L.A..
 
My apprehensions of L.A. as a place of health, production of show biz and its social correlaries and residues, is slipping because show biz, which looks worse and worse in L.A., the product, so out of touch with the times, so not grim, or relating to the three dimensional person; I look at TV or movie ads and they just seem like fluff aimed in general direction. I had finer feelings at numerous east coast states like Maine and Virginia and New York, but there I was in the country working organic agriculture; or in Newark, aiding in the nursing of my poor mother.
 
But a few more facts about L.A.: For instance, the cabs are green, white, differently colored according to their company. The people do not cross the street by and large unless the walk sign is on. The cars though will and do try to make the yellow lights. The Venice beach area is the best. Lindsey Lohan lives right up the street. So that says something.
 
The women of L.A. though, though attractive, are really a bit the kind that has had relationships, not friendships, frankly, physically mature, but psychologically oppressed and less experienced, because relationships, can keep you from experiencing life, so powerful the bond of a relationship to turn on you and keep you from that experience, suspiciously. So these beautiful women are around, but they don’t incite, they are not as fun as the milieu I’ve found carved; they are pretty objectified and seem destined to be picked up, yet again, and it’s not doing much for them, as far as I can see. But it’s hard to be a women in this modern called world.
 
My dreams of being a star with fancy footwork hiking from the hills through the valley in the direction of Hollywood like bing Crosby and fred Astaire, were dashed by the long lines in front of night clubs, and upscale places everywhere:
 
There are two islands you can see to the southwest of L.A. if the smog unimpairs you. From the hills of Topanga State Forest, the smog settling over LA turned purple in the late afternoon.
 
There is also a black chopper or two often flying overhead. It flew over me a few times running on the beach, and from inspiration point beyond Will Rogers State Park, I could see it flitting over L.A. so much faster than ground travel.
 
This hostel, and the mountains, are the funnest place in L.A. I have been to, and the beach scene has potential. I am moving to a Hollywood Hostel tonight, but am seeing the fallen dreams with golden tears mocked by the inky black over the pacific, and not the footworking star freedom I seek.
 
 
 L.A. is not a mecca, if I am using the term meaning a place where divinity origins, in that it produces a morally ambiguous product that has no street cred, little respect from religious service and most glaringly has little relevance to the people on the street: it is not known as a worthy product. Only in Hollywood’s own mind is a mecca: otherwise the people here are claimed by the dark side, and it is no mecca to worship art: for art is a dark secret back here.
 
Never the less, Hope springs Eternal, I am earth no less, and earth is still here with this morning sun, so why the gloom of yesterdays tears and sweat, when so easily washed off with a warm shower? It’s not my fault no one notices my genius and the apparatus is used for truth. The airwaves and what is attached to me, zoom all over earth anyway.
 
L.A.’s cruel night: That’s not a problem. The road to success is paved with cruel nights. By the second night of cruelty, the seasoned veteran is so used to it; that it only looks cruel, and seems to be cruel to the viewer; but in reality it’s just an act. I want the cruel night at this point; I seek to cheer it up, psyche it out, and desire its alleged cruelty. What would success in show biz be otherwise? Of course this might be why I’ve spent at least two of my five nights sleeping in.
 
But I mean, actors play tough guys on TV. What does that say about where the profession resides? It’s like a cardboard feel, a two dimension-creating effect: with every guy acting tough in a movie ad. (Athletes excepted). And what about all the people not in the nobility of showbiz? What about them? I am forever haunted by their faces on the city buses. Eyes, almost like manhattanites on subways, averted, with dark furrows of glare or strident worry, courage in the face of gloom they keep hidden, not wanting to burden the pantheon of NYC or L.A., even unaware the pantheon of media doesn’t take the subway or bus; as if the fact that psychically, these evil and foolish nobles look over the bus.
 
These are the intimidated people born here, perhaps doomed to the service industry, that struggle to provide local character, when the glamour of movies add up all about.  Or, they are used for game shows. These are the people whose hands aren’t big enough to get a grip on all the phoniness enemating; that worry and wonder why it doesn’t subside, how can it all exist? And while I may explain it is for the universe, the universe may like our movies, it’s a price we pay; I am just a drop in the bucket of Hollywood.
 
Until by successfully showing the Kingdom of God, everyone plays a zombie, and my Zombie Army takes over: That actually has been the plan for several days: Ever since I conceived it on the backbone path behind Will Rogers State Park. Everyone loves to play a zombie. It would be like thriller, or a good zombie movie, well, it would be better than a movie.
 
Hope springs eternal, when I feel needed. By which I mean I say to myself, my god, these movies are horrible, they need me. But do they? And how much of me?
 
Let’s take the basketball courts for instance. Where I have taken basketball of late as a chance to either befriend or teach; the courts of venice beach have the most incredible array of white basketball players I’ve ever seen assembled; Like Xerxes army, a division of it; looming over the agean, creating their own weather. For instance, the hippy basketball player, the one player with long hair, really was the best player: even though his man didn’t play defense on him. I should have stepped up and actually did draw two charging fouls on him by positioning my shoulder and head to his knee, but they are not used to charging fouls and felt awkward to call.
 
But all of them were eternal timeless types of basketball players. And there was one corner of the 8 rims dominated by the blacks from Compton up the street, and they evoked a police department.
 
And yet there was a problem. See, my late claim to basketball fame is that I run with the blacks at the Y, though I have not done this in years, it has left an indelible imprint about the proforma of the game. That it is played by gentlemen and it is supposed to be five on five full court, it’s called “running the court”. And you sit with guys on the side and play the winning team and it is all organized fairly. They may be snobs, but they have their honor. It even goes further than this, the credo I discovered: Games are supposed to be close, ideally shifting back and forth, and the better team is to win: and “better team” is defined the team where the teammates get along better and know each other. Defense is the equivalent of a hard life. Everyone sort of works on the same thing. There is no need to call fouls because men don’t foul and it is difficult to tell who the ball touched last before it went out of bounds.
 
People don’t own the ball, but temporarily have it in their possession, and sometimes bring it close enough to you that you may touch it. There are never fights or arguments except about who touched the ball last. People have different shapes and sizes. It’s really simple, you establish a full court game or two, and just keep rotating new teams in to play the winner of the past game.
 
Now, do they need me to do that? No. And why isn’t this established by now? I’ll tell you why there is a silly problem with the white-controlled game. Because there are fights in hockey. You see, there should be no fights in hockey, and yet there are. Until we can make an entire NHL season go without fights, their violence is going to ripple into basketball, insofar as we are responsible observers and athletes in our own right.
 
This means the same effort that goes into CODE PINK, and authentic anti-war movements needs to focus on the hockey season and each game to ensure there are no fights. Pressure needs to be put on the commissioner to charge fighters with assault and be put in jail for two nights; that’ll make them think about what they’ve done.
 
OK, so why does Hockey need basketball or an anti-war movement to end its problem of fighting? Because there are claims of violence reported in our papers in cities and states across America. And if everyone is the kingdom of god, no one has the volition or ability to be violent, and thus these events are claimed, and slander upon the human race as the kingdom of god. In other words the same vigilance I demand upon the hockey professors, has to and must be applied to a care about our particular minority neighborhoods, where the false claim makes its most mark. We need to establish the kingdom of god, as an applicable truth, that is at odds with the depiction through the papers, and vigilantly assert to the city desk, and vigilantly maintain neighborhoods to an aware degree of the people as to the truth and try to go a season without one murder, be it in L.A. or Newark. If we all got about focusing on that; we wouldn’t have this lack of ease in white basketball. You can’t play basketball without thinking of those fights in Hockey and what they symbolize.

Likewise the police policed Venice beach in not a good way. I don’t want to get into it; but their prescence was oppressive as opposed to reassuring and being apart of the community. Instead of showing a awareness to the diverse and nefarious elements and chemistry to society; they chalked it all up as one venice beach and didn’t care. From now on, if I see one and can get close, I am going to ask it a question; for which I will have a carefully phrased subtle and professional question for them which I will read like a script.
 
Well I am now going to get on the touchy subject of the L.A. women. What does Jim mean with the phrase, “L.A. women gonna have to do.” ?
 
The girls here are not as good. They all looked so caught by so many relationships and one night stands, that they are tight as all hell; and often in places they are not socially good enough to be. It’s that simple. Oh, it’s beguiling because they are all beautiful and look good; but as you tear off that veil, it becomes apparent: L.A. will never be good while the girls are in this condition.
And the guys are in this half state: you can’t tell if they are married or single: I mean like they look married, but act single: as if when asked they’d respond, “I might be, “ or, “I could be”. And the girls too, they walk alone down the street, and unlike girls in any part of the country, they make me ask myself, “Is that girl single?” Because it is so perplexing and tantalizing in that you can’t tell that on someone just by looking, right?
And frankly, the high couple ratio, whereas, for instance, the couples I chance upon in Asheville N.C. they all look like they’ve been coupled a while. The couples in L.A. look like they just met last night. All of them. I’m like whoa, what they heck is going on. And L.A. is very good at this. While their sociality is a residual effect of show biz: these girls seem the product of a club scene: which I hear, is designed for that sort of thing. And hence this is what you get.
But let me tell you, four nights, in a different place, just to see society, is a vacation. But I moved to Hollywood, and am glad I did. Closer to the big dark secret of art. Closer to what people are not going through. And it bespeaks the question: Is it possible to extort the famous through the manipulation of them to lie to thousands of people. Is it a liable profession? Do I have a right as a citizen of this country, to be free from the lies about the kingdom of god in the news media: and the irrelevant waste of energy Hollywood puts out? Do we have a right? And the answer is yes, honey, there are rights, we just have to do what it takes to retain them. And the answer is we have a right to a free press. A press that lies, especially so much, is not a free press. Thus a basic law is violated. Don’t not believe in the Constitution, not believe in the people. I mean we are better than the people in power. The people in power are weighted down and controlled more than us. So we have to rise up and take responsibility for our society, and locally discuss our issues in peaceful assemblies.
Then of course, there is this superhero going around with a “be” on his shirt, trying to create a zombie army to march on and take over L.A..
Taking the bus and getting around is not as difficult as the background extras make it out to be. I am ready to hire an actor for ten dollars an hr for two hours. The first rehearsing the part of my sidekick “stop”, and the second demonstrating and delivering the socio-political performace art and action only well paid and well staged actors can provide to a political and spiritual movement. In short, if I had enough actors, if every underemployed actor reached out to me, and I borrowed enough money, I bet I could do it. And while people may get paid for this sort of advice, TV art needs to be more regional. There is no need for people from georgia to be watching the same shows Tuesday night as the people from sacramento. That’s just ridiculous, and there are too many unemployed actors.
I rented a bike and biked around Venice and that was great, truly wonderful, as was the hike the day before.

I’m the sort of person who believes if you America to come out into the streets like Egypt you got to put a keg on each block. Or one town has to invite over another town and have food and drinks on its porches. That’s the kind of stuff power organizes.

I believe there are two sides, the black side and the hispannic side, and both sides care deeply about what goes through the city desk:

The smog is caused by the reliance on cars in a valley surrounded by an ocean and mountains. Hollywood is more refined and upperclass than Venice beach; the girls are a few increments better as well. In a way though, while when I travel, there seems to be hiking and walking and parks and cathedrals and drinking with the locals; L.A. has a legitamate studious edge that makes quiet nights and reading and writing, working on art, appropiate. The good intelligent conversation is starkly contrasted against the club pick up background.

Instead of being in a hostel near the beach and hippies with a second fl patio everyone of all ages smoked on, and a common room and kitchen available except from 4am to 8am; we are in two rooms and a bath room suites of 4 not 8 bunk beds, and their own kitchen with a tv, and two or three common areas, neither of which are completely enclosed, with palm trees about, and greater activities such as barbeques and free cheap beer, and a do and recommended activities and tours and cheaper with a more realistic staff.
 
 You see there is a unity of the human race, and that has to involve me, and you, especially as there is such a show of civilization, and it seems around me, and through you, and therefore occupies so much energy and act that it may be logical for the human race to be centered about the viewer; much the way the human race must be united by earth itself. And sometimes when I think, and the gears and mechanisms of my mind move and shift as my blood willed by thought pushes into the obstacles of ignorance, God, I imagine a mind filling up the space and sky and these minute muscles of the mind actually blown up a thousand times and somewhere actually far away.Then of course, there is no absence really, I mean there is an abscnce of my perception, that space my thought fulls, while not ideal, is something I try to focus on, but the absence of help, does not really exist; For there is what is all around and that what is is there and has grown into the whole system of earth and mind in dark matter. And this is not absence but prescence because preseence is all there is, absence can not communicate.

But regarding the production of Hollywood and the stagnation of diffusion of show biz throughout the country; obviously I am trying to send the message: Make it better Hollywood, raise the game a bit. And because there really seems one general current to Hollywood and really not the many producers we’d seen, my plea might be considered, even more so as I contemplate that one current: for once one realizes there are alterations to the natural mind in sync with an older mind, and minds that predate humans, one realizes the metaphysical media to arts and entertainment.

Because many several years ago I had black friends in show biz, and participated in the making of Basquiet, I feel an alliance with classy minorities in show biz; oddly reminiscent of ancient history books citing alliances between north Africans and Romans, or Carthaginians and Gauls. I hope the next time I go to L.A. I am working on better art with smart people.

                    THE END

PS, Left for Phoenix after 4 nights in venice beach hostel than two nights at a higher class and cheaper place in Hollywood itself. Then a night on a greyhound bus to Phoenix. That area is great people, genuinely happy women, polite men, a little southern nuttiness. And I got to see Sedona where I wish to retune to and spend 3 days hiking.

I love L.A. because people are up early in the morning; whereas NYC has a wee tendency to stay up till dawn and rise in the afternoon. I went to two bars, meeting and having vivid discussion at each, one Danny’s on venice beach, the other an expensive british bar in Santa Monica, which I walked to, on a bottle of Sangria, that I later shared with a crazy homeless person I was trying to convince to become a republican; so I only had two newcastles at the british bar, and find L.A. very fun to talk to at a bar; as well as enabling sitting on a bench on the sidewalk and listening to Willie Nelson playing his guitar with a sound system in the street. Well, it probably wasn’t willie nelson, but it was darn tootin close. And I was the last person back in the hostel at night; and the hostel does not open for you from 4am to 8am–which you is prime time in some hostel countries. But despite its morning, LA is not coffee; I found that out drinking a cup with a shot of expresso with the morning sun glaring on; you can’t drink coffee in the sun; near glass windows.

 

 
 
 
The dryness is having a reaction against my beach shirt, like a dry rainbow, and my game suffered on the courts; however by the time it came back the next evening….I mean getting the game uncorked, the complex society of the courts….then of course there’s segregation: when each color hangs out with its own. And this harmony extends into wonderful basketball games of many different colors. Yet coming from Newark, I don’t see where they get all this energy. In order to apply the generational war, one must talk to the older generation, to get answers on these tough questions, but more critically, compelling an obedience from the younger. But you know, my agriculture and prosecution makes me more mature.
By Prosecution I mean this morning I sent a letter to Jon Corzine at Princeton University where he has a post saying his gaining the governorship as a senator then appointing a powerful but unpopular N.J. politician smacks of coercion, and tests the 17th amendment, as the psychology of the senator, in this maneuver can only be coerced. I have thought about it a lot. An elite, vantaged group fraternity as the senate? Could one of that hallowed and bandied order? Could they allow one to do that so as to expose a corrupt state that at the time of the 17th amendment was switching from local decisions being made in peaceful assembly, to a local system of elected officials and 3% kickbacks from all political employees to Frank Hague, 50 yr mayor of jersey city and co chairman of the demo  

 

 
 

While I don’t anticipate a response, at least I played through, chasing fame, out of the shadows.
 
 
 
 
 
 
The basketball I have been playing in Newark, was frankly, all ages basketball, with nine year olds covering nine year olds, people in their fifties discovering basketball late in life, and the 15 yr olds and 17 yr olds taking sides and not liking each other, instead of getting along. Basketball is not the game itself on the courts, but ultimately the promotion of life in the park in general. Their were more important issues.
 
At the courts at Venice Beach, everyone has a left, even mine came to life and started throwing in shots, when I finally won a game against a real basketball player. Up to then, for the numerous games I played, I was always on the losing side, in that to me, who believe in the MFP award, most fun player to play with, I usually am known for being on the winning side, even if not known for the scoring and rebounding my teammates expect from me; there is always the opportunity for passing and defending in this game, and if you can do those two relatively simple things well, people that play basketball like you. Playing good defense is like mastering a difficult life. After the games of yesterday I shot over a hundred jumpers, so when I came back after a jog on the beach from Santa Monica to Venice Beach, my shots started falling in. However, if you want to play, you got to hang out there a while.  What they really need is a clipboard with paper you write your name on, so there is a constant growing list of people to replace the losing teams on the court. Blacks really can have a good if not proficient sense of basketball in that they run the court well, get along, and have some ideas; but it comes from their dominance of much televised basketball, not from a greater ability. Whites have to run with them and enjoy their kindness; whereas regarding all the news reports of tragedy in minority neighborhoods, whites must lead. As the sun was setting, me and an underemployed actor from N.J. finished a one on one and practiced alley oops, and had cogent discussion of life, spiritual understandings, what movies should really address, what the people really relate to and are going through. There is a slight acknowledgement of my authority across the board in L.A..
 
 
But what was disconcerting and depressing, was that I could not find a dive bar, a low priced place, or any place, to meet the people and come down from my hike: And from the hills to west Hollywood looked from the hills much closer than it was. I thought I would enjoy just walking around L.A. more; but I’d also forgotten my sweater; but most so disconcerting was the lack of emphasis on production and trade that make low priced bars convivial. At least the news media in nyc seems to have some emphasis on production, though that be pasted as a point of society; and the sustainability that may be generated by discussing the economy in peaceful assembly forgotten; theirs is a nod to the lower class in NYC though it can be terribly expensive, there is a recognition of the vitality of producing and doing what is essential and actual; This all seems lost here in L.A..
 
My apprehensions of L.A. as a place of health, production of show biz and its social correlaries and residues, is slipping because show biz, which looks worse and worse in L.A., the product, so out of touch with the times, so not grim, or relating to the three dimensional person; I look at TV or movie ads and they just seem like fluff aimed in general direction. I had finer feelings at numerous east coast states like Maine and Virginia and New York, but there I was in the country working organic agriculture; or in Newark, aiding in the nursing of my poor mother.
 
But a few more facts about L.A.: For instance, the cabs are green, white, differently colored according to their company. The people do not cross the street by and large unless the walk sign is on. The cars though will and do try to make the yellow lights. The Venice beach area is the best. Lindsey Lohan lives right up the street. So that says something.
 
The women of L.A. though, though attractive, are really a bit the kind that has had relationships, not friendships, frankly, physically mature, but psychologically oppressed and less experienced, because relationships, can keep you from experiencing life, so powerful the bond of a relationship to turn on you and keep you from that experience, suspiciously. So these beautiful women are around, but they don’t incite, they are not as fun as the milieu I’ve found carved; they are pretty objectified and seem destined to be picked up, yet again, and it’s not doing much for them, as far as I can see. But it’s hard to be a women in this modern called world.
 
My dreams of being a star with fancy footwork hiking from the hills through the valley in the direction of Hollywood like bing Crosby and fred Astaire, were dashed by the long lines in front of night clubs, and upscale places everywhere:
 
There are two islands you can see to the southwest of L.A. if the smog unimpairs you. From the hills of Topanga State Forest, the smog settling over LA turned purple in the late afternoon.
 
There is also a black chopper or two often flying overhead. It flew over me a few times running on the beach, and from inspiration point beyond Will Rogers State Park, I could see it flitting over L.A. so much faster than ground travel.
 
This hostel, and the mountains, are the funnest place in L.A. I have been to, and the beach scene has potential. I am moving to a Hollywood Hostel tonight, but am seeing the fallen dreams with golden tears mocked by the inky black over the pacific, and not the footworking star freedom I seek.
 
 
 L.A. is not a mecca, if I am using the term meaning a place where divinity origins, in that it produces a morally ambiguous product that has no street cred, little respect from religious service and most glaringly has little relevance to the people on the street: it is not known as a worthy product. Only in Hollywood’s own mind is a mecca: otherwise the people here are claimed by the dark side, and it is no mecca to worship art: for art is a dark secret back here.
 
Never the less, Hope springs Eternal, I am earth no less, and earth is still here with this morning sun, so why the gloom of yesterdays tears and sweat, when so easily washed off with a warm shower? It’s not my fault no one notices my genius and the apparatus is used for truth. The airwaves and what is attached to me, zoom all over earth anyway.
 
L.A.’s cruel night: That’s not a problem. The road to success is paved with cruel nights. By the second night of cruelty, the seasoned veteran is so used to it; that it only looks cruel, and seems to be cruel to the viewer; but in reality it’s just an act. I want the cruel night at this point; I seek to cheer it up, psyche it out, and desire its alleged cruelty. What would success in show biz be otherwise? Of course this might be why I’ve spent at least two of my five nights sleeping in.
 
But I mean, actors play tough guys on TV. What does that say about where the profession resides? It’s like a cardboard feel, a two dimension-creating effect: with every guy acting tough in a movie ad. (Athletes excepted). And what about all the people not in the nobility of showbiz? What about them? I am forever haunted by their faces on the city buses. Eyes, almost like manhattanites on subways, averted, with dark furrows of glare or strident worry, courage in the face of gloom they keep hidden, not wanting to burden the pantheon of NYC or L.A., even unaware the pantheon of media doesn’t take the subway or bus; as if the fact that psychically, these evil and foolish nobles look over the bus.
 
These are the intimidated people born here, perhaps doomed to the service industry, that struggle to provide local character, when the glamour of movies add up all about.  Or, they are used for game shows. These are the people whose hands aren’t big enough to get a grip on all the phoniness enemating; that worry and wonder why it doesn’t subside, how can it all exist? And while I may explain it is for the universe, the universe may like our movies, it’s a price we pay; I am just a drop in the bucket of Hollywood.
 
Until by successfully showing the Kingdom of God, everyone plays a zombie, and my Zombie Army takes over: That actually has been the plan for several days: Ever since I conceived it on the backbone path behind Will Rogers State Park. Everyone loves to play a zombie. It would be like thriller, or a good zombie movie, well, it would be better than a movie.
 
Hope springs eternal, when I feel needed. By which I mean I say to myself, my god, these movies are horrible, they need me. But do they? And how much of me?
 
Let’s take the basketball courts for instance. Where I have taken basketball of late as a chance to either befriend or teach; the courts of venice beach have the most incredible array of white basketball players I’ve ever seen assembled; Like Xerxes army, a division of it; looming over the agean, creating their own weather. For instance, the hippy basketball player, the one player with long hair, really was the best player: even though his man didn’t play defense on him. I should have stepped up and actually did draw two charging fouls on him by positioning my shoulder and head to his knee, but they are not used to charging fouls and felt awkward to call.
 
But all of them were eternal timeless types of basketball players. And there was one corner of the 8 rims dominated by the blacks from Compton up the street, and they evoked a police department.
 
And yet there was a problem. See, my late claim to basketball fame is that I run with the blacks at the Y, though I have not done this in years, it has left an indelible imprint about the proforma of the game. That it is played by gentlemen and it is supposed to be five on five full court, it’s called “running the court”. And you sit with guys on the side and play the winning team and it is all organized fairly. They may be snobs, but they have their honor. It even goes further than this, the credo I discovered: Games are supposed to be close, ideally shifting back and forth, and the better team is to win: and “better team” is defined the team where the teammates get along better and know each other. Defense is the equivalent of a hard life. Everyone sort of works on the same thing. There is no need to call fouls because men don’t foul and it is difficult to tell who the ball touched last before it went out of bounds.
 
People don’t own the ball, but temporarily have it in their possession, and sometimes bring it close enough to you that you may touch it. There are never fights or arguments except about who touched the ball last. People have different shapes and sizes. It’s really simple, you establish a full court game or two, and just keep rotating new teams in to play the winner of the past game.
 
Now, do they need me to do that? No. And why isn’t this established by now? I’ll tell you why there is a silly problem with the white-controlled game. Because there are fights in hockey. You see, there should be no fights in hockey, and yet there are. Until we can make an entire NHL season go without fights, their violence is going to ripple into basketball, insofar as we are responsible observers and athletes in our own right.
 
This means the same effort that goes into CODE PINK, and authentic anti-war movements needs to focus on the hockey season and each game to ensure there are no fights. Pressure needs to be put on the commissioner to charge fighters with assault and be put in jail for two nights; that’ll make them think about what they’ve done.
 
OK, so why does Hockey need basketball or an anti-war movement to end its problem of fighting? Because there are claims of violence reported in our papers in cities and states across America. And if everyone is the kingdom of god, no one has the volition or ability to be violent, and thus these events are claimed, and slander upon the human race as the kingdom of god. In other words the same vigilance I demand upon the hockey professors, has to and must be applied to a care about our particular minority neighborhoods, where the false claim makes its most mark. We need to establish the kingdom of god, as an applicable truth, that is at odds with the depiction through the papers, and vigilantly assert to the city desk, and vigilantly maintain neighborhoods to an aware degree of the people as to the truth and try to go a season without one murder, be it in L.A. or Newark. If we all got about focusing on that; we wouldn’t have this lack of ease in white basketball. You can’t play basketball without thinking of those fights in Hockey and what they symbolize.

Likewise the police policed Venice beach in not a good way. I don’t want to get into it; but their prescence was oppressive as opposed to reassuring and being apart of the community. Instead of showing a awareness to the diverse and nefarious elements and chemistry to society; they chalked it all up as one venice beach and didn’t care. From now on, if I see one and can get close, I am going to ask it a question; for which I will have a carefully phrased subtle and professional question for them which I will read like a script.
 
Well I am now going to get on the touchy subject of the L.A. women. What does Jim mean with the phrase, “L.A. women gonna have to do.” ?
 
The girls here are not as good. They all looked so caught by so many relationships and one night stands, that they are tight as all hell; and often in places they are not socially good enough to be. It’s that simple. Oh, it’s beguiling because they are all beautiful and look good; but as you tear off that veil, it becomes apparent: L.A. will never be good while the girls are in this condition.
And the guys are in this half state: you can’t tell if they are married or single: I mean like they look married, but act single: as if when asked they’d respond, “I might be, “ or, “I could be”. And the girls too, they walk alone down the street, and unlike girls in any part of the country, they make me ask myself, “Is that girl single?” Because it is so perplexing and tantalizing in that you can’t tell that on someone just by looking, right?
And frankly, the high couple ratio, whereas, for instance, the couples I chance upon in Asheville N.C. they all look like they’ve been coupled a while. The couples in L.A. look like they just met last night. All of them. I’m like whoa, what they heck is going on. And L.A. is very good at this. While their sociality is a residual effect of show biz: these girls seem the product of a club scene: which I hear, is designed for that sort of thing. And hence this is what you get.
But let me tell you, four nights, in a different place, just to see society, is a vacation. But I moved to Hollywood, and am glad I did. Closer to the big dark secret of art. Closer to what people are not going through. And it bespeaks the question: Is it possible to extort the famous through the manipulation of them to lie to thousands of people. Is it a liable profession? Do I have a right as a citizen of this country, to be free from the lies about the kingdom of god in the news media: and the irrelevant waste of energy Hollywood puts out? Do we have a right? And the answer is yes, honey, there are rights, we just have to do what it takes to retain them. And the answer is we have a right to a free press. A press that lies, especially so much, is not a free press. Thus a basic law is violated. Don’t not believe in the Constitution, not believe in the people. I mean we are better than the people in power. The people in power are weighted down and controlled more than us. So we have to rise up and take responsibility for our society, and locally discuss our issues in peaceful assemblies.
Then of course, there is this superhero going around with a “be” on his shirt, trying to create a zombie army to march on and take over L.A..
Taking the bus and getting around is not as difficult as the background extras make it out to be. I am ready to hire an actor for ten dollars an hr for two hours. The first rehearsing the part of my sidekick “stop”, and the second demonstrating and delivering the socio-political performace art and action only well paid and well staged actors can provide to a political and spiritual movement. In short, if I had enough actors, if every underemployed actor reached out to me, and I borrowed enough money, I bet I could do it. And while people may get paid for this sort of advice, TV art needs to be more regional. There is no need for people from georgia to be watching the same shows Tuesday night as the people from sacramento. That’s just ridiculous, and there are too many unemployed actors.
I rented a bike and biked around Venice and that was great, truly wonderful, as was the hike the day before.

I’m the sort of person who believes if you America to come out into the streets like Egypt you got to put a keg on each block. Or one town has to invite over another town and have food and drinks on its porches. That’s the kind of stuff power organizes.

I believe there are two sides, the black side and the hispannic side, and both sides care deeply about what goes through the city desk:

The smog is caused by the reliance on cars in a valley surrounded by an ocean and mountains. Hollywood is more refined and upperclass than Venice beach; the girls are a few increments better as well. In a way though, while when I travel, there seems to be hiking and walking and parks and cathedrals and drinking with the locals; L.A. has a legitamate studious edge that makes quiet nights and reading and writing, working on art, appropiate. The good intelligent conversation is starkly contrasted against the club pick up background.

Instead of being in a hostel near the beach and hippies with a second fl patio everyone of all ages smoked on, and a common room and kitchen available except from 4am to 8am; we are in two rooms and a bath room suites of 4 not 8 bunk beds, and their own kitchen with a tv, and two or three common areas, neither of which are completely enclosed, with palm trees about, and greater activities such as barbeques and free cheap beer, and a do and recommended activities and tours and cheaper with a more realistic staff.
 
 You see there is a unity of the human race, and that has to involve me, and you, especially as there is such a show of civilization, and it seems around me, and through you, and therefore occupies so much energy and act that it may be logical for the human race to be centered about the viewer; much the way the human race must be united by earth itself. And sometimes when I think, and the gears and mechanisms of my mind move and shift as my blood willed by thought pushes into the obstacles of ignorance, God, I imagine a mind filling up the space and sky and these minute muscles of the mind actually blown up a thousand times and somewhere actually far away.Then of course, there is no absence really, I mean there is an abscnce of my perception, that space my thought fulls, while not ideal, is something I try to focus on, but the absence of help, does not really exist; For there is what is all around and that what is is there and has grown into the whole system of earth and mind in dark matter. And this is not absence but prescence because preseence is all there is, absence can not communicate.

But regarding the production of Hollywood and the stagnation of diffusion of show biz throughout the country; obviously I am trying to send the message: Make it better Hollywood, raise the game a bit. And because there really seems one general current to Hollywood and really not the many producers we’d seen, my plea might be considered, even more so as I contemplate that one current: for once one realizes there are alterations to the natural mind in sync with an older mind, and minds that predate humans, one realizes the metaphysical media to arts and entertainment.

Because many several years ago I had black friends in show biz, and participated in the making of Basquiet, I feel an alliance with classy minorities in show biz; oddly reminiscent of ancient history books citing alliances between north Africans and Romans, or Carthaginians and Gauls. I hope the next time I go to L.A. I am working on better art with smart people.

                    THE END

PS, Left for Phoenix after 4 nights in venice beach hostel than two nights at a higher class and cheaper place in Hollywood itself. Then a night on a greyhound bus to Phoenix. That area is great people, genuinely happy women, polite men, a little southern nuttiness. And I got to see Sedona where I wish to retune to and spend 3 days hiking.

I love L.A. because people are up early in the morning; whereas NYC has a wee tendency to stay up till dawn and rise in the afternoon. I went to two bars, meeting and having vivid discussion at each, one Danny’s on venice beach, the other an expensive british bar in Santa Monica, which I walked to, on a bottle of Sangria, that I later shared with a crazy homeless person I was trying to convince to become a republican; so I only had two newcastles at the british bar, and find L.A. very fun to talk to at a bar; as well as enabling sitting on a bench on the sidewalk and listening to Willie Nelson playing his guitar with a sound system in the street. Well, it probably wasn’t willie nelson, but it was darn tootin close. And I was the last person back in the hostel at night; and the hostel does not open for you from 4am to 8am–which you is prime time in some hostel countries. But despite its morning, LA is not coffee; I found that out drinking a cup with a shot of expresso with the morning sun glaring on; you can’t drink coffee in the sun; near glass windows.

 

 
 
 
The dryness is having a reaction against my beach shirt, like a dry rainbow, and my game suffered on the courts; however by the time it came back the next evening….I mean getting the game uncorked, the complex society of the courts….then of course there’s segregation: when each color hangs out with its own. And this harmony extends into wonderful basketball games of many different colors. Yet coming from Newark, I don’t see where they get all this energy. In order to apply the generational war, one must talk to the older generation, to get answers on these tough questions, but more critically, compelling an obedience from the younger. But you know, my agriculture and prosecution makes me more mature.
By Prosecution I mean this morning I sent a letter to Jon Corzine at Princeton University where he has a post saying his gaining the governorship as a senator then appointing a powerful but unpopular N.J. politician smacks of coercion, and tests the 17th amendment, as the psychology of the senator, in this maneuver can only be coerced. I have thought about it a lot. An elite, vantaged group fraternity as the senate? Could one of that hallowed and bandied order? Could they allow one to do that so as to expose a corrupt state that at the time of the 17th amendment was switching from local decisions being made in peaceful assembly, to a local system of elected officials and 3% kickbacks from all political employees to Frank Hague, 50 yr mayor of jersey city and co chairman of the demo  
 
 

The basketball I have been playing in Newark, was frankly, all ages basketball, with nine year olds covering nine year olds, people in their fifties discovering basketball late in life, and the 15 yr olds and 17 yr olds taking sides and not liking each other, instead of getting along. Basketball is not the game itself on the courts, but ultimately the promotion of life in the park in general. Their were more important issues.
 
At the courts at Venice Beach, everyone has a left, even mine came to life and started throwing in shots, when I finally won a game against a real basketball player. Up to then, for the numerous games I played, I was always on the losing side, in that to me, who believe in the MFP award, most fun player to play with, I usually am known for being on the winning side, even if not known for the scoring and rebounding my teammates expect from me; there is always the opportunity for passing and defending in this game, and if you can do those two relatively simple things well, people that play basketball like you. Playing good defense is like mastering a difficult life. After the games of yesterday I shot over a hundred jumpers, so when I came back after a jog on the beach from Santa Monica to Venice Beach, my shots started falling in. However, if you want to play, you got to hang out there a while.  What they really need is a clipboard with paper you write your name on, so there is a constant growing list of people to replace the losing teams on the court. Blacks really can have a good if not proficient sense of basketball in that they run the court well, get along, and have some ideas; but it comes from their dominance of much televised basketball, not from a greater ability. Whites have to run with them and enjoy their kindness; whereas regarding all the news reports of tragedy in minority neighborhoods, whites must lead. As the sun was setting, me and an underemployed actor from N.J. finished a one on one and practiced alley oops, and had cogent discussion of life, spiritual understandings, what movies should really address, what the people really relate to and are going through. There is a slight acknowledgement of my authority across the board in L.A..
 
 
But what was disconcerting and depressing, was that I could not find a dive bar, a low priced place, or any place, to meet the people and come down from my hike: And from the hills to west Hollywood looked from the hills much closer than it was. I thought I would enjoy just walking around L.A. more; but I’d also forgotten my sweater; but most so disconcerting was the lack of emphasis on production and trade that make low priced bars convivial. At least the news media in nyc seems to have some emphasis on production, though that be pasted as a point of society; and the sustainability that may be generated by discussing the economy in peaceful assembly forgotten; theirs is a nod to the lower class in NYC though it can be terribly expensive, there is a recognition of the vitality of producing and doing what is essential and actual; This all seems lost here in L.A..
 
My apprehensions of L.A. as a place of health, production of show biz and its social correlaries and residues, is slipping because show biz, which looks worse and worse in L.A., the product, so out of touch with the times, so not grim, or relating to the three dimensional person; I look at TV or movie ads and they just seem like fluff aimed in general direction. I had finer feelings at numerous east coast states like Maine and Virginia and New York, but there I was in the country working organic agriculture; or in Newark, aiding in the nursing of my poor mother.
 
But a few more facts about L.A.: For instance, the cabs are green, white, differently colored according to their company. The people do not cross the street by and large unless the walk sign is on. The cars though will and do try to make the yellow lights. The Venice beach area is the best. Lindsey Lohan lives right up the street. So that says something.
 
The women of L.A. though, though attractive, are really a bit the kind that has had relationships, not friendships, frankly, physically mature, but psychologically oppressed and less experienced, because relationships, can keep you from experiencing life, so powerful the bond of a relationship to turn on you and keep you from that experience, suspiciously. So these beautiful women are around, but they don’t incite, they are not as fun as the milieu I’ve found carved; they are pretty objectified and seem destined to be picked up, yet again, and it’s not doing much for them, as far as I can see. But it’s hard to be a women in this modern called world.
 
My dreams of being a star with fancy footwork hiking from the hills through the valley in the direction of Hollywood like bing Crosby and fred Astaire, were dashed by the long lines in front of night clubs, and upscale places everywhere:
 
There are two islands you can see to the southwest of L.A. if the smog unimpairs you. From the hills of Topanga State Forest, the smog settling over LA turned purple in the late afternoon.
 
There is also a black chopper or two often flying overhead. It flew over me a few times running on the beach, and from inspiration point beyond Will Rogers State Park, I could see it flitting over L.A. so much faster than ground travel.
 
This hostel, and the mountains, are the funnest place in L.A. I have been to, and the beach scene has potential. I am moving to a Hollywood Hostel tonight, but am seeing the fallen dreams with golden tears mocked by the inky black over the pacific, and not the footworking star freedom I seek.
 
 
 L.A. is not a mecca, if I am using the term meaning a place where divinity origins, in that it produces a morally ambiguous product that has no street cred, little respect from religious service and most glaringly has little relevance to the people on the street: it is not known as a worthy product. Only in Hollywood’s own mind is a mecca: otherwise the people here are claimed by the dark side, and it is no mecca to worship art: for art is a dark secret back here.
 
Never the less, Hope springs Eternal, I am earth no less, and earth is still here with this morning sun, so why the gloom of yesterdays tears and sweat, when so easily washed off with a warm shower? It’s not my fault no one notices my genius and the apparatus is used for truth. The airwaves and what is attached to me, zoom all over earth anyway.
 
L.A.’s cruel night: That’s not a problem. The road to success is paved with cruel nights. By the second night of cruelty, the seasoned veteran is so used to it; that it only looks cruel, and seems to be cruel to the viewer; but in reality it’s just an act. I want the cruel night at this point; I seek to cheer it up, psyche it out, and desire its alleged cruelty. What would success in show biz be otherwise? Of course this might be why I’ve spent at least two of my five nights sleeping in.
 
But I mean, actors play tough guys on TV. What does that say about where the profession resides? It’s like a cardboard feel, a two dimension-creating effect: with every guy acting tough in a movie ad. (Athletes excepted). And what about all the people not in the nobility of showbiz? What about them? I am forever haunted by their faces on the city buses. Eyes, almost like manhattanites on subways, averted, with dark furrows of glare or strident worry, courage in the face of gloom they keep hidden, not wanting to burden the pantheon of NYC or L.A., even unaware the pantheon of media doesn’t take the subway or bus; as if the fact that psychically, these evil and foolish nobles look over the bus.
 
These are the intimidated people born here, perhaps doomed to the service industry, that struggle to provide local character, when the glamour of movies add up all about.  Or, they are used for game shows. These are the people whose hands aren’t big enough to get a grip on all the phoniness enemating; that worry and wonder why it doesn’t subside, how can it all exist? And while I may explain it is for the universe, the universe may like our movies, it’s a price we pay; I am just a drop in the bucket of Hollywood.
 
Until by successfully showing the Kingdom of God, everyone plays a zombie, and my Zombie Army takes over: That actually has been the plan for several days: Ever since I conceived it on the backbone path behind Will Rogers State Park. Everyone loves to play a zombie. It would be like thriller, or a good zombie movie, well, it would be better than a movie.
 
Hope springs eternal, when I feel needed. By which I mean I say to myself, my god, these movies are horrible, they need me. But do they? And how much of me?
 
Let’s take the basketball courts for instance. Where I have taken basketball of late as a chance to either befriend or teach; the courts of venice beach have the most incredible array of white basketball players I’ve ever seen assembled; Like Xerxes army, a division of it; looming over the agean, creating their own weather. For instance, the hippy basketball player, the one player with long hair, really was the best player: even though his man didn’t play defense on him. I should have stepped up and actually did draw two charging fouls on him by positioning my shoulder and head to his knee, but they are not used to charging fouls and felt awkward to call.
 
But all of them were eternal timeless types of basketball players. And there was one corner of the 8 rims dominated by the blacks from Compton up the street, and they evoked a police department.
 
And yet there was a problem. See, my late claim to basketball fame is that I run with the blacks at the Y, though I have not done this in years, it has left an indelible imprint about the proforma of the game. That it is played by gentlemen and it is supposed to be five on five full court, it’s called “running the court”. And you sit with guys on the side and play the winning team and it is all organized fairly. They may be snobs, but they have their honor. It even goes further than this, the credo I discovered: Games are supposed to be close, ideally shifting back and forth, and the better team is to win: and “better team” is defined the team where the teammates get along better and know each other. Defense is the equivalent of a hard life. Everyone sort of works on the same thing. There is no need to call fouls because men don’t foul and it is difficult to tell who the ball touched last before it went out of bounds.
 
People don’t own the ball, but temporarily have it in their possession, and sometimes bring it close enough to you that you may touch it. There are never fights or arguments except about who touched the ball last. People have different shapes and sizes. It’s really simple, you establish a full court game or two, and just keep rotating new teams in to play the winner of the past game.
 
Now, do they need me to do that? No. And why isn’t this established by now? I’ll tell you why there is a silly problem with the white-controlled game. Because there are fights in hockey. You see, there should be no fights in hockey, and yet there are. Until we can make an entire NHL season go without fights, their violence is going to ripple into basketball, insofar as we are responsible observers and athletes in our own right.
 
This means the same effort that goes into CODE PINK, and authentic anti-war movements needs to focus on the hockey season and each game to ensure there are no fights. Pressure needs to be put on the commissioner to charge fighters with assault and be put in jail for two nights; that’ll make them think about what they’ve done.
 
OK, so why does Hockey need basketball or an anti-war movement to end its problem of fighting? Because there are claims of violence reported in our papers in cities and states across America. And if everyone is the kingdom of god, no one has the volition or ability to be violent, and thus these events are claimed, and slander upon the human race as the kingdom of god. In other words the same vigilance I demand upon the hockey professors, has to and must be applied to a care about our particular minority neighborhoods, where the false claim makes its most mark. We need to establish the kingdom of god, as an applicable truth, that is at odds with the depiction through the papers, and vigilantly assert to the city desk, and vigilantly maintain neighborhoods to an aware degree of the people as to the truth and try to go a season without one murder, be it in L.A. or Newark. If we all got about focusing on that; we wouldn’t have this lack of ease in white basketball. You can’t play basketball without thinking of those fights in Hockey and what they symbolize.

Likewise the police policed Venice beach in not a good way. I don’t want to get into it; but their prescence was oppressive as opposed to reassuring and being apart of the community. Instead of showing a awareness to the diverse and nefarious elements and chemistry to society; they chalked it all up as one venice beach and didn’t care. From now on, if I see one and can get close, I am going to ask it a question; for which I will have a carefully phrased subtle and professional question for them which I will read like a script.
 
Well I am now going to get on the touchy subject of the L.A. women. What does Jim mean with the phrase, “L.A. women gonna have to do.” ?
 
The girls here are not as good. They all looked so caught by so many relationships and one night stands, that they are tight as all hell; and often in places they are not socially good enough to be. It’s that simple. Oh, it’s beguiling because they are all beautiful and look good; but as you tear off that veil, it becomes apparent: L.A. will never be good while the girls are in this condition.
 
And the guys are in this half state: you can’t tell if they are married or single: I mean like they look married, but act single: as if when asked they’d respond, “I might be, “ or, “I could be”. And the girls too, they walk alone down the street, and unlike girls in any part of the country, they make me ask myself, “Is that girl single?” Because it is so perplexing and tantalizing in that you can’t tell that on someone just by looking, right?
 
And frankly, the high couple ratio, whereas, for instance, the couples I chance upon in Asheville N.C. they all look like they’ve been coupled a while. The couples in L.A. look like they just met last night. All of them. I’m like whoa, what they heck is going on. And L.A. is very good at this. While their sociality is a residual effect of show biz: these girls seem the product of a club scene: which I hear, is designed for that sort of thing. And hence this is what you get.
 
But let me tell you, four nights, in a different place, just to see society, is a vacation. But I moved to Hollywood, and am glad I did. Closer to the big dark secret of art. Closer to what people are not going through. And it bespeaks the question: Is it possible to extort the famous through the manipulation of them to lie to thousands of people. Is it a liable profession? Do I have a right as a citizen of this country, to be free from the lies about the kingdom of god in the news media: and the irrelevant waste of energy Hollywood puts out? Do we have a right? And the answer is yes, honey, there are rights, we just have to do what it takes to retain them. And the answer is we have a right to a free press. A press that lies, especially so much, is not a free press. Thus a basic law is violated. Don’t not believe in the Constitution, not believe in the people. I mean we are better than the people in power. The people in power are weighted down and controlled more than us. So we have to rise up and take responsibility for our society, and locally discuss our issues in peaceful assemblies.
Then of course, there is this superhero going around with a “be” on his shirt, trying to create a zombie army to march on and take over L.A..
Taking the bus and getting around is not as difficult as the background extras make it out to be. I am ready to hire an actor for ten dollars an hr for two hours. The first rehearsing the part of my sidekick “stop”, and the second demonstrating and delivering the socio-political performace art and action only well paid and well staged actors can provide to a political and spiritual movement. In short, if I had enough actors, if every underemployed actor reached out to me, and I borrowed enough money, I bet I could do it. And while people may get paid for this sort of advice, TV art needs to be more regional. There is no need for people from georgia to be watching the same shows Tuesday night as the people from sacramento. That’s just ridiculous, and there are too many unemployed actors.
I rented a bike and biked around Venice and that was great, truly wonderful, as was the hike the day before.

I’m the sort of person who believes if you want America to come out into the streets like Egypt you got to put a keg on each block. Or one town has to invite over another town and have food and drinks on its porches. That’s the kind of stuff power organizes.

I believe there are two sides, the black side and the hispannic side, and both sides care deeply about what goes through the city desk:

The smog is caused by the reliance on cars in a valley surrounded by an ocean and mountains. Hollywood is more refined and upperclass than Venice beach; the girls are a few increments better as well. In a way though, while when I travel, there seems to be hiking and walking and parks and cathedrals and drinking with the locals; L.A. has a legitamate studious edge that makes quiet nights and reading and writing, working on art, appropiate. The good intelligent conversation is starkly contrasted against the club pick up background.

Instead of being in a hostel near the beach and hippies with a second fl patio everyone of all ages smoked on, and a common room and kitchen available except from 4am to 8am; we are in two rooms and a bath room suites of 4 not 8 bunk beds, and their own kitchen with a tv, and two or three common areas, neither of which are completely enclosed, with palm trees about, and greater activities such as barbeques and free cheap beer, and a do and recommended activities and tours and cheaper with a more realistic staff.
 
 You see there is a unity of the human race, and that has to involve me, and you, especially as there is such a show of civilization, and it seems around me, and through you, and therefore occupies so much energy and act that it may be logical for the human race to be centered about the viewer; much the way the human race must be united by earth itself. And sometimes when I think, and the gears and mechanisms of my mind move and shift as my blood willed by thought pushes into the obstacles of ignorance, God, I imagine a mind filling up the space and sky and these minute muscles of the mind actually blown up a thousand times and somewhere actually far away.Then of course, there is no absence really, I mean there is an abscnce of my perception, that space my thought fulls, while not ideal, is something I try to focus on, but the absence of help, does not really exist; For there is what is all around and that what is is there and has grown into the whole system of earth and mind in dark matter. And this is not absence but prescence because preseence is all there is, absence can not communicate.

But regarding the production of Hollywood and the stagnation of diffusion of show biz throughout the country; obviously I am trying to send the message: Make it better Hollywood, raise the game a bit. And because there really seems one general current to Hollywood and really not the many producers we’d seen, my plea might be considered, even more so as I contemplate that one current: for once one realizes there are alterations to the natural mind in sync with an older mind, and minds that predate humans, one realizes the metaphysical media to arts and entertainment.

Because many several years ago I had black friends in show biz, and participated in the making of Basquiet, I feel an alliance with classy minorities in show biz; oddly reminiscent of ancient history books citing alliances between north Africans and Romans, or Carthaginians and Gauls. I hope the next time I go to L.A. I am working on better art with smart people.

                    THE END

PS, Left for Phoenix after 4 nights in venice beach hostel than two nights at a higher class and cheaper place in Hollywood itself. Then a night on a greyhound bus to Phoenix. That area is great people, genuinely happy women, polite men, a little southern nuttiness. And I got to see Sedona where I wish to retune to and spend 3 days hiking.

I love L.A. because people are up early in the morning; whereas NYC has a wee tendency to stay up till dawn and rise in the afternoon. I went to two bars, meeting and having vivid discussion at each, one Danny’s on venice beach, the other an expensive british bar in Santa Monica, which I walked to, on a bottle of Sangria, that I later shared with a crazy homeless person I was trying to convince to become a republican; so I only had two newcastles at the british bar, and find L.A. very fun to talk to at a bar; as well as enabling sitting on a bench on the sidewalk and listening to Willie Nelson playing his guitar with a sound system in the street. Well, it probably wasn’t willie nelson, but it was darn tootin close. And I was the last person back in the hostel at night; and the hostel does not open for you from 4am to 8am–which you is prime time in some hostel countries. But despite its morning, LA is not coffee; I found that out drinking a cup with a shot of expresso with the morning sun glaring on; you can’t drink coffee in the sun; near glass windows.

 

 
 
 
The dryness is having a reaction against my beach shirt, like a dry rainbow, and my game suffered on the courts; however by the time it came back the next evening….I mean getting the game uncorked, the complex society of the courts….then of course there’s segregation: when each color hangs out with its own. And this harmony extends into wonderful basketball games of many different colors. Yet coming from Newark, I don’t see where they get all this energy. In order to apply the generational war, one must talk to the older generation, to get answers on these tough questions, but more critically, compelling an obedience from the younger. But you know, my agriculture and prosecution makes me more mature.
By Prosecution I mean this morning I sent a letter to Jon Corzine at Princeton University where he has a post saying his gaining the governorship as a senator then appointing a powerful but unpopular N.J. politician smacks of coercion, and tests the 17th amendment, as the psychology of the senator, in this maneuver can only be coerced. I have thought about it a lot. An elite, vantaged group fraternity as the senate? Could one of that hallowed and bandied order? Could they allow one to do that so as to expose a corrupt state that at the time of the 17th amendment was switching from local decisions being made in peaceful assembly, to a local system of elected officials and 3% kickbacks from all political employees to Frank Hague, 50 yr mayor of jersey city and co chairman of the demo  

 

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