I don't like flying in airplanes anymore because I've never relied on them for keeping in touch with family, or keeping a job. I know many people in the country are transplants living apart from their family and where they grew up because of their job. There's probably a lot of people who freelance across the country too, relying on aerial transportation to job hop from one assignment to another; but since that horrific twin towers attack that seems to have been the precursor for a war that many American's are against, I think flying is overrated. I'll probably never get to see Spain or Italy. I'll probably never visit Rio de Janairo or Chile, and there's very little stuff to do during vacations I take from work here in Los Angeles. I would rather ride to Vegas on a motorcycle and spend only a few days there than to fly and spend a couple weeks there.
A book review in the LA Weekly this week shows a picture of a guy that looks either like Christopher Walken disguised as Johnny Depp, and another portrait photo of Sister Julia, a follower of what appears to be the Process Church. The book looks interesting. It's called Love sex fear death: the inside story of the process church of the final judgment, but I really only read the article because the picture of Sister Julia was puzzling me.
I know I had seen her face somewhere but I couldn't place it. Finally, it dawns on me, I don't know how, that the teen vampire from the HBO series True Blood is whom I am thinking of, and I sigh of relief is exhaled as I eliminate the possibility that she was in a dream, or I've unwittingly gotten myself involved into some satanic cult. I read the article again.
The most intriguing passage in this book review follows.
De Grimston was forced out by Mary Ann in 1974, and after unsuccessfully trying to start a Process revival, gave up and got a real job. Mary Ann kept revising and renaming the group, gradually removing all references to Satan and Lucifer before realizing that it was easier to persuade the rubes to part with their hard-earned jack for the protection of poor little defenseless animals than to facilitate the immanentization of the eschaton. Ultra-ironically, Wyllie recounts a rumor that her death in 2005 was the result of an attack by feral dogs that had broken out of their "sanctuary." Who says Jehovah doesn't have a sense of humor?( Collapse )