August 1st, 2003

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Whorin'

Today's Ludic Log: DC Who's Who Volume XIV, in which pretty much everyone is named Luthor or Manhunter.

Someday I'm going to write a script for an episode of "Marvel Family Round Table", see if I don't.
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Teat beats

- Happy birthday to my pal Conklin. He doesn't have his own site, so there's no place I can refer you to which will confirm that he's one of the funniest guys I've ever met, and he doesn't read this journal, so he won't see this post, but happy birthday to him anyway. Hey, wait! On second thought, fuck him.

- I went to a benefit show last night at the Abbey Pub for the tremendously talented Alejandro Escovedo, who has hepatitis-C. It was a pretty decent show, with good performances by the Frisbies with Kelly Hogan, Danny Black's Healthy White Baby and friend-of-a-friend Jane Baxter Miller, who has a terrific voice and did a fine job despite being saddled with an incompetent soundman. If anyone is interested in helping out the Alejandro fund, go here.

Also, San Franciscans: there will be a benefit show for Alejandro Escovedo on Tuesday, Sept. 2 at Slim's, with Dave Alvin, Peter Case, Chris Smither, and Chuck Prophet confirmed so far as performers. Pay a visit, why not?

- I feel like I should go to a movie this weekend. It's really hot, and I have no particular plans other than writing, and it just seems like going to a movie is something I should do. Unfortunately, there is fuck-all playing that I want to see. Lousy Hollywood!
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Bush can suck it

We like to pretend that we live in a secular society -- one that is governed by more or less rational discourse, one that is governed as a rule on principle rather than dogma, and, of course, one that is not in the sway of religious thought.

Of course, this is nonsense; almost all of our laws, from criminal to civil, are based on the assumptions of some sort of religious dogma. If you want rational laws, look at traffic laws. Europe, who we like to mock and deride for their outmoded cultural traditions, is far more firmly rooted in secularism than is the United States. In fact, it's fair to say that we are the most religious nation in the First World, and indeed one of the most religious in the whole world; only in Islamic fundamentalists states do you hear so much vaporing about God from politicians. It's far easier to imagine America electing a President who is black, or female, or Jewish, or even homosexual, than it is to imagine us electing a President who doesn't believe in God, or at least who doesn't feel it neccesary to mouth pieties as if he did.

A perfect example of this is the President's recent position on gay marriage. Now, there's a reasonable expectation that the Pope will make public condemnations against homosexuality. Why? Because the pope is a crazy old man who believes that he is the hand-picked representative of a magical genie who lives in the sky and tells people how to behave or else he will set them on fire. But the President is, at least theoretically, the elected representative of a nation of 300 million people with an extremely diverse range of beliefs and ethics. We did not hire him to make fatuous pronouncements about sin.

In a rational, secular society, no one would give a shit about what the President thought of gay marriage; certainly, in a rational, secular society, the President would not dream of making his opinions on the subject public, because he would correctly assume that it was outside his purview. I am no more interested in the President's opinion of gay marriage than I am of his opinion of the Wu-Tang Clan. And yet, there he is, on my television set, urging a legal ban to gay marriage and talking about sin and forgiveness.

In truth, even from a strict Republican viewpoint, this whole issue is a bunch of nonsense. Conservatism was once meant to stand for keeping the government out of peoples lives; unfortunately, since the Reagan Revolution, this has been interpreted to mean keeping the government out of peoples' financial lives, while giving them free rein to run roughshod over their social lives. Furthermore, the existence of gay marriage would in fact strengthen a lot of Republican value-sets. Married couples, gay or straight, are more likely to buy property; they are more likely to have children; they are often more conservative; they add to the tax base, they pool their incomes (leading to more money to spend); and they tend to be more concerned with the G.O.P.'s bread-and-butter issues, like property taxes, freedom of movement of capital, and increased development. A gay married couple, no less than a straight one, cares about family, about property, about stability -- and that makes them more likely to listen to a Republican argument. A secure, stable gay couple with a child is a lot more likely to vote Red than is a childless man and a woman who aren't married.

The G.O.P., indeed, have always supported initiatives like this; they're all for expanding the franchise of marriage, for rewarding people for having children (up to a point, of course), and for supporting the codification of social norms -- because it is in their best interests to do so. Rationally, they have a lot to gain by encouraging gay marriage.

So what's the President doing on my TV? Simple: rational ain't got nothin' to do with it.
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Five Questions from LIZABELLE!

1. If you had to live somewhere other than your beloved Chicago, where would it be and why?

Hmmmm. Well, my first instinct is to say New York. My life so far has been a progression eastward to bigger and better cities, and New York has all the qualities I love about Chicago -- it's a big city, with a rich history, gorgeous architecture, a thriving arts community, lots to do, and tons of energy -- only bigger. However, never actually having been there, I can't be sure. My feeling is that, as much as I love Chicago, if I ever visited NYC I would want to say.

San Francisco is very, very nice; I like it better than any city I've been to other than Chicago. But, again, I've never been to New York.

Eventually, I'd like to do what Robert Crumb did: sell a box of sketches (or writing, in my case) in exchange for a nice house in the south of France somewhere. Rural life in a beautiful country where I can make things my own and have to deal with assholes as little as possible is a really appealing idea to me -- just not yet.

2. If you could be the pampered paramour of any famous, dead author, who would it be and why?

Virginia Woolf (or Little Ginny Stephen, as I like to call her) is probably a bit too crazy even for my tastes, and Hannah Arendt would probably think I was a moron. So I think I'll have to go for Dorothy Parker. She was witty, smart, funny, bright, and really hot; she was just crazy enough; she liked to have a good time; and she had a lot of cool friends. Plus, she would make all my friends jealous.

3. You wake up tomorrow morning and, due to Red Kryptonite or something, you have switched bodies with George W. Bush. I mean you're in his body and you wake up wherever he is, in the White House or passed out in the Rose Garden or whatever. How will you spend your day?

It depends. Is it, like Red K, a temporary effect that will wear off in 24 hours? If so, I would just run around doing all kinds of crazy shit. I'd order my troops to shoot babies, I'd call Colin Powell a nigger, I'd make a bunch of insane racist statements, I'd call a press conference and call for homos to be put into death camps, I'd punch Sen. Byrd in the eye. Anything to insure that by the time Bush got his body back, he'd be so widely reviled that he couldn't get elected shit-sweeper.

If it was permanent, I guess I would just do some shit that was just bad enough to not get re-elected, but not so bad that I'd go to jail. Then, once I was defeated, I'd have a "change of heart" and start spouting my own (Leonard's) political beliefs, knowing that people would have to listen, me being an ex-president and all. Right before I left office I'd make all kinds of insane executive orders.

4. What are the names and histories of all the pets you have owned?

I assume you mean all the ones in my life, not just ones I have owned as an adult. Okay:

1. Tiger & Dee Dee, my parents' pet Pekingese when I was born. Dee Dee was foul-tempered enough, but Tiger was an absolute monster. If I got withing 10 feet of him when he was eating, he'd try and rip my hand off, and when I'd be home alone on my parents' bed watching TV (I was a latchkey kid), he'd hide underneath the bed, and when I would get up to go to the bathroom, he would bite my feet.

2. Rosie, our Rhodesian Ridgeback/German Shepherd mix. She was my favorite dog ever, a huge, friendly protective girl who doted on me. She lived a very long time -- almost 20 years -- and it really choked me up when I found out she died. Despite her gigantic size, she was terrified of Dee Dee, who was about the size of my fist. Rosie used to accidentally cause me terrible injuries: once she buried a knife in the back yard, and I tripped over it and cut open my foot, and another time she ran to me when I came home and, in her excitement, knocked me down flat. I cracked a bit of my spine. Despite this, she was the best of all dogs.

3. J.R., our toy poodle. He was a pretty good dog -- friendly and excitable -- but I never really took to him the way I did Rosey. Still, he was lots of fun to play with, because he had tons of energy. He ended up either running away or being stolen, depending on whether you believe my dad or my mom.

4. Freddie, J.R.'s replacement. Another toy poodle, this one smaller and black. Freddie was not friendly or playful, and in addition, he barked non-stop, pissed everywhere and tore the whole house to smithereens. He seemed to be totally untrainable, and we ended up giving him to people who could take better care of him.

5. Annie, my dad's dog. Annie is still around, though she's pretty old by this point. She's a great dog, super-affectionate and friendly almost the way Rosie was. She's a huge, beautiful cocker spaniel with very expressive eyes.

6. Whisper, our cat. When I lived with my mom after the divorce, we had a pretty small apartment, so we didn't really want to have a dog. We ended up adopting a mutt cat from the local shelter and naming him Whisper, although it turned out that he was extremely loud. Whisper was a pretty good cat, but he was an outdoor cat and got in lots of fights with strays and other cats in the neighboorhood. He was extremely bad-tempered with other cats, though he was really good around people. Once, he got into a wicked fight with a stray, and I had to break them up by turning the hose on them. When I went to pick him up, he was so keyed up and agitated that he jumped onto the top of my head and sunk his claws deeply into my skin. To avoid death from massive blood loss, I had to walk around wearing him like a hat until he calmed down enough to let go, which ended up being, like, two hours.

7. Gus & Maybelle, the cats I have now, and whom you already know about. BEST CATS EVER!

5. What's the best thing you cook? Please include a recipe with your answer.

Wow, that's tough. I have a couple of really good recipes I fall back on when I really want to impress guests, and it's hard to decide which is the best one. I have a cream-mashed potato cassoulet Dijon that's really good, and a really good sausage ragout that I'm making this weekend. I've recently been making a scallop bisque that I think is fantastic. However, I think overall -- taste, presentation, everything -- the best thing I've made is Vegetables Farci. I think I may have sent you the recipe for this once; if not, I'll post it when I get home.

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