Here’s Doug, unleashed. This explains a lot about the dawg Also provides a counterpoint to my Jewish theme, and I’m interested in all of Doug’s schooling, for reasons I will explain another time
I’m really in Montauk. Just stopped at an Internet cafe of sorts. Tara, of When Tara Meets Blog, who was probably the first blogger I met, is in today’s New York Times. She even gets to blog on her employer’s time. And a new blog is begun every second according to this article.
When my family first moved to California, we lived in east Los Angeles, down the hill from a school run in semi-secret for the benefit of the Church of Scientology. Apple School was the primary academic center for Dianetical thought, research and scholarship and I am a proud product of it’s sixth-grade program where I took my only IQ test.
Already popular among Hollywood celebrities, the Church then claimed such luminaries as John Boy from The Waltons and Clint Eastwood’s best friend from the “Every Which Way but Loose” movies. Not Clyde, the other one. In point of fact, my first celebrity encounter was with his daughter, Juliette Lewis in soiled diapers after her older brother had led her to run away from home and they landed on our lawn. She seemed sweet but signed no autographs that night.
This was the golden age of Scientology, as seen by this outsider, before the pharmaceutical industry began it’s campaign to poison the eternal thetans implanted so many years ago by aliens in our proto-human bodies. Before Tom Cruise went clear. Before John Travolta made “Battleship Earth” from the inspiration of Scientology’s founder. It was a time of humble reverence when the Priests could spend their time focused on contemplation of our interstellar forebears and redecorated the Hollywood Manor. When chef was just a chef. It was a time when “your needle is floating” meant something.
So much has happened since then and I fear the church may have lost its way. Tax liens and kidnappings. The rise of South Park, the fall of Esperanto and the disappearance of Birkenstock sandals. But I, as a believer in the resurrection, look forward to the day the fixed stare of little Suri will bring to Earth a new Heaven and a new Hollywood.