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everything about her was smooth.

perfectly dressed. great sunglasses.

picked her up somewhere classy, dropped her off at a studio.

the whole time she was on the phone with this one and that one

and she was happy and smart and eloquent

and so insightful about this big director

and how to tell in an email if he had been drinking

because if he had you can disregard the tone.

she and i never talked but by piecing together the cast of characters

it was easy to find her imdb.

and when i got to where she had started in hollywood

i totally understood why she had such an even keeled disposition.

cuz that show was incredible.

even though i worked at e! and now where i do,

i have learned way more about hollywood from driving people in an out of century city

for uber

because these people are always on the phone

and this city is way smaller than it appears.

i just wish i knew who they were first because we would have better convos.

when politicians start using the bible to explain why they are doing sinful things, it’s time for everyone to start reading the Good Book so they can put these lying liars in their place.

yesterday the Atty General and then the Press Secretary attempted to use the Bible to explain why this administration is ripping babies from their mothers as they are seeking asylum in the so called Greatest Country in the World.

these self proclaimed Conservative Christians – a term that is contradictory in every imaginable sense – turn a blind eye to the origin story of Jesus, who as soon as he was born had to haul ass out of Israel and into Africa because the King wanted to kill him because he was a threat to his administration.

A days-old Jesus was seeking refuge. A stranger in a strange land. And that experience he used as an example in his teachings about other refugees. He even reminded the Jews that they were once immigrants in Egypt when there was a famine in Israel.

FUCKING BE COOL TO EACH OTHER is the overwhelming theme of Jesus’s teachings.

love your neighbor

love your enemy

love the poor just like you love yourself.

reading the bible without paying attention to Jesus’s life and teachings is like listening to Van Halen without paying attention to the guitar.

the guitar, sorry Michael Anthony, is what Van Halen is all about.

Jesus, the Prince of Peace, is what Christianity is all about.

He healed the sick, he didn’t lock em up.

He fed the hungry, he didn’t kick them back to King Herod to get killed.

He solved problems, he didn’t wipe his hands to them.

I know there’s worse evil in the world, but this DC, GOP evil is something i never expected in 2018.

and i get it, in theory, that in writing there is a particular tone that one could read into a blog post, an article, a report, ect

and that’s nice, but where i come in conflict with some

it is when i say it doesnt matter.

when i was at the Times, i tried to convince as many desks as i could that they should consider group blogs as opposed to individual ones.

i explained that tonypierce.com was pretty successful at a point, for a one man show, but i never really understood the power of a group blog until i was at LAist.

there you could get lots of different points of view and

OMG lots of different voices

and that diversity is what brought in a larger audience.

any time someone brought up a blog or a site that had a detectable voice, i brought up two that were rollicking group blogs with no unified voice.

it wasn’t until two of our group blogs, the local news LA Now, and the Fabulous Forum sports blog, broke out once they started writing a bunch of stories a day.

those successes allowed me to say with confidence that IF you believe in voice,

then you should also encourage a chorus, which, when it is in tune, can create a more powerful emotion.

but me – i don’t believe the audience is loyal. and i believe that they are clicking clicking clicking hundreds of times in between visits to your incredible web destination.

and during those clicks they are hearing one different voice after another – and they love it. how do i know? because they keep clicking.

what will keep them clicking within your web site / instagram feed / blog, isn’t a tone or a style similar to the one they just read

but kickass posts, one after another, with interesting information that they can’t get anywhere else,

with fascinating photos or graphics or charts.

internet users are bombarded with conflicting, contradicting, ugly beautiful images and messages. the fact that you have 9 pink pictures in a row with some lilting sentences

is not why someone will return.

you impressing their friends will.

and what impresses their friends is learning something shareable before you do.

he’s talking about taking a train into LA’s union station

and how when he does he always goes to this newsstand and asks for a new yorker.

but one day the lady at the newsstand really rubs him the wrong way when she tells him she’s all out of new yorkers.

after that he vows to go to “an inferior newsstand” to avoid dealing with her ever again.

because he was a concert pianist, the new yorker would review his concerts and sometimes give him bad reviews.

it got me thinking how hard it is to write a good bad music review. you dont want to utterly destroy the performer, but you want to be colorful and entertaining. but ultimately you are judging the most subjective thing there is: art.

when i was at the record store in the mid 80s there were two bands that were bubbling under. fishbone and the red hot chili peppers.

both were good and funky and creative and fun and funny and all the things youd want if you were 18 like i was.

and if you had asked me: one of these bands is going to get huge and be a world wide sensation through the year 2018, which one would it be?

i would have said Fishbone, no question. Because as good as the Chili Peppers is, 18 year old me woulda said, ultimately they are derivative of PFunk mixed with a little more rock, but still white dudes doing fast funk.

and i would have been wrong. and their biggest tune, “under the bridge”, would have proven me a fool because it isnt funk and it isnt fast.

which is why i would add, it’s tough to make a good bad music review… that stands up to the test of time.

 

i dont go to a lot of conferences.

its like church, though, i might avoid it, but im always glad once im there.

the problem is when the successful people talk either they dont know how they got successful

or no way in hell are they gonna tell you the secret

for free

right there in front of everyone else.

i like to go for the snacks.

this year the clear winner is this blueberry fig bar.

imagine a Fig Newton but made of healthy ingrediants

and the size of a small wallet.

sat outside for lunch yesterday, took off my cubs hat and 20 minutes later i got a pretty good tan/burn. shoulda used sunscreen.

back in the day i spoke at a conference or two. i won an award at a conference. probably got the job to work at LAist because of a conference.

but the thing about social media is there are no secrets there.

if you go for it, you will reap rewards because most of the scene is half-assing it.

same way most of the blogosphere half assed it. which is why they stopped blogging.

those that go all out in social win, not because of algorithms or posting at a particular time of day

but because they are fully committed and will try anything

including some of the dumbest things ever, i cant believe youd brag about it at a conference.

the weirdest thing is the traffic. it took nearly an hour and a half to get from santa monica to east hollywood at around 6.

i say if you wanna cheat at Mario Bros, then thats you

i say if you wanna drive like an asshole, do it

i mean it’s tougher to be nice to people and polite and let people get in front of you on a crowded LA street during rush hour

trying to get from west LA under the 405 to the east side

and a real superhero would be able to do it with good tunes bumpin

hand holdin

speaker phoning

but others wanna honk and flash and throw up the middle fingers.

what can i do.

this guy wasnt paying attention and  tried to make it through the intersection over by the VA

but nope, nothing was moving so he ended up blocking traffic.

this other guy couldnt get around him so he started honking.

first guy goes, what am i supposed to do?

honker yells dont be a moron next time.

which doesn’t really make sense because…

and i had the sun roof open and now i see a little color on my bald head which is funny.

and almost exactly what summer is supposed to be.

careful readers may have noticed that i hadnt updated in almost a full week.

not sure that has ever been done in the history of this blog, but as soul asylum said about records

they were made to be broken.

when bad things happen we get to take a good hard look at what things matter.

we get to rewind the tape and see if we we missed any signs.

did Fred not wanna go see Solo with me because he was depressed or because Star Wars films are becoming less special?

playing detective with our memories is an interesting game for a little while but only if it changes our behaviors going forward. how can we become better friends, boyfriends, employees, neighbors, strangers?

it’s weeks like these that make me wonder about little moments that make my day: when people are nice in traffic, when an old man shakes his head at a bad parker, when a homeless man tells me a funny and unexpected joke, when i read a funny comment on reddit, when an old song from the past gets reunited with my insatiable ears, when i feel at home out in the streets.

how can we be in the world so that we put a smile on other people’s faces as we continue slouching towards bethlehem?

theres very little in this world that i have truly wanted that i have not received. and i am so grateful to that.

right now my phone is streaming a recording of Czech pianist leading a Mozart concerto. the music is being sent through the air to a Marshall speaker that looks like one of their famous guitar amps. my cat is purring at my lap and soon i will be reading the Bible from an iPad.

we are living in some of the weirdest and yet magical periods of time.

i am so grateful.

and i am committed to being a good spirit in this dance.

i know i write a lot about the Bible.

i do it because i am surrounded by the most interesting, most well-read and brilliant minds, but they refuse to read the most misunderstood tome ever.

sometimes the devil wins.

i do it because i am the least interesting, least well-read, confused mind, and i am fascinated by it.

for a so-called book of propaganda, page after page reflects a basic human condition: rebellion.

either corrupt leaders are rebelling against What Is Obviously Right, men are cheating on their wives, the powerful are enslaving the poor, or the privileged are refuting what they have experienced in favor of what is poisonous for them.

ignorance, fear, foolishness… whatever their motivating roots,  in the Bible, just like in life, people themselves are often their worst enemies.

and the devil wins.

some propaganda when chapter after chapter tribes and cultures would rather make wooden idols and pray to them instead of following the God who oversees miracle after miracle.

some propaganda when the Son of God appears and is ridiculed and mocked and shunned by even those who see him work his magic up close.

some propaganda when there is rarely an ah-ha moment by any of the main characters in the New Testament, and those who were faithful are portrayed as insane, criminal, and whores.

i believe the Bible because it keeps it so real that even the impossible to believe parts don’t seem so wild because what is more confounding than to constantly listen to the devil in your head instead of the angel in front of you

ride or die.

critics say God shows very little love for his people in the bible: he floods them, shuns them from the Garden, plays deadly games with them, asks them to Believe with zero proof

and i agree there are very few scenes where Jesus or Moses or David takes a child or a hater or anyone on his lap and strokes their hair and says, “I love you so much, I wish I could connect with you, I wish you could see what I see when I see you.”

but the Bible isn’t a cheesy movie. it isn’t Hollywood. it isn’t all the phony baloney melodrama we’ve grown accustomed to. it is a reflection of real life, real relationships, and real struggles and rarely do those include some poetic soliloquy

and ironically there are very few come to Jesus moments.

what there is is a general theme of patience.

God is frustrated by his creations from the first couple and then again by their kid who kills their other kid. and on and on and on.

At first He’s like fuuuuuuuck these people and wipes them almost all out, but realizes that isn’t gonna solve anything. and the rest of the book is about God trying his best not to slaughter every last asswipe himself.

but damn if the devil doesn’t win page after page after page.

without even trying.

just by being there.

just by being Bad.

humans are so attracted to Bad and Fear and Sadness and Misery in the good book – and in life – that they feel more comfort and safety in it than with Love or Peace or Unity or even being a good neighbor.

every ugly violent act is portrayed in the bible – while beauty is rare.

but when it does happen it startles even Jesus.

one of my favorite stories, which seems ridiculous out of context, but when framed by all the suspicion and confusion of the Gospels is when a woman makes her way though the throngs to get near Jesus.

for 12 years she was, basically, a hemophiliac – she couldn’t stop bleeding.

she thinks to herself, “if I can just touch him, I will be healed.” so when she finally gets close enough, she touches the hem of his clothes and she is instantly healed. he can feel it all through her body.

Jesus felt the power leave him too and turns around and says to the crowd, “who touched me?”

some wise guy said – and im paraphrasing, “bro look around at this giant crowd, everyone is touching you.”

but the woman, knowingly, but afraid, gets on her knees crying, admitting it was her.

and Jesus, in one of the most loving moments he will have, says,

“because of your Faith you are healed. go in peace.”

the devil doesn’t always have to win.

he wins a LOT but not always and sometimes it’s the smallest things that we are all capable of

that can bring healing to our lives.

but what the story of the bleeding woman teaches me is

sometimes you just have to walk,

for once,

towards Good.

do you just scroll and wait and cry and die inside

i yell.

yelling though has never seemed to work for me.

but it comes out like puke that wont wait for you to get to where you need to go.

it blurts then unfurls all over.

creativity like you’ve never heard.

my voice makes sounds that i dont even recognize.

i dont feel better afterwards

and i rarely get what i want because of it.

no one avoids marching down that path again because somehow the erruption is only

merely annoying

instead of omg wtf Noooooooo

my problem is being cool doesn’t work for me either.

and then people think they can just come right up to me and diss me.

but you know, the cubs won the world series.

so fuck em all.

who cares any more?

the trouble started with the caring.

people dont want your help

people dont want you to lead by example

people dont care what youve done in your past thats good

people only care about the demons in their own head

how can they appease them

people bow to those demons instead of to hope, to love, to possibilities

theyre gonna vote republican

theyre gonna lie about stuff to your face

theyre gonna sell you out.

when i think of leading by example i think of Pete Rose

but people dont wanna think about Pete Rose

they just wanna say he was a dumb redneck hillbilly who was a gambling addict

they just wanna say how was he leading by example

and i say i mean in baseball, the only reason you know him, the only thing he could do great

can we focus on the thing he did great?

the people dont wanna listen.

you cannot help the people.

Jesus came down here, walked around, debated the people

but the people didnt wanna listen.

he answered all the questions from his disciples.

he walked on water on a wild day with the wind whipping around and the white caps and the spray

he fed the hungry, healed the sick, all right in front of his disciples

the people who were supposed to love him the most

his squad.

and the day before he was ready to die they said, ok cool but now can you show us God?

he said but

he said but why do you think i was able to do those things

why do you think theyre about to kill me

why do you think imma let em “kill” me

and they said yeah yeah but come on youre great, but youre not God

and then we shoulda known that you cant do anything for people

maybe your mom will appreciate it.

but thats probably it.

your mom.

and thats it.