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.
This was great!
Wow! Where do I go to sign up? Or, should I just sit in one place until they find me?
Doug - interesting background. I begin to understand some. That’s scary. D :}
Wow, Doug made reference to both Tom Cruise and little Suri. Now I’ve seen it all.
Pia you’re like the Barbara Walters of blog hosting. You somehow manage to get your readers and guests to go where no one, including them, ever thought they would. Bravo to you!
Thank you, Mongakim. Nice to meet you.
A, if you live within 5 miles of Franklin and Vine in Los Angeles just put up a sign in your window saying “Deprogrammers not welcome” and they’ll find you. Otherwise, you might want to google “Dianetical house wives”
Resistance is futile, Diane.
Sar, I’m playing to the base.
Thank you, Mongakim. Nice to meet you.
A, if you live within 5 miles of Franklin and Vine in Los Angeles just put up a sign in your window saying “Deprogrammers not welcome” and they’ll find you. Otherwise, you might want to google “Dianetical house wives”
Resistance is futile, Diane.
Sar, I’m playing to the base.
If my “needle floating” refers to LP’s then yes it did indeed mean something to me at one time.
Should I be afraid to visit your site, is it just a ruse?
I took your advice and Googled “Dianetical house wives”
Their response: Did you mean: “diabetic housewives?”
So, hmmm, contrary to popular opinion, Scientologist recruiters are proving to be surprisingly hard to find.
Apparently Geoffrey Lewis was only in the first “Every Which Way But Loose”. Maybe he decided that the ape was having a bad influence on his daughter.
Scientology has got to be the scariest thing to happen to the religious sphere in America since golden plates and an angel named Moroni. Really. Someday people are going to look at that name with a punster’s eye. And that will turn Salt Lake City into a ghost town.
G, it’s a term for a successful reading on a scientology instrument called an e-meter. Two tin cans connected to an ammeter or something.
Gosh, A, I’m surprised. Maybe try “Sober Hollywood.”
O Ceallaigh, Moroni is an unfortunate pun in English but I’m sure in the native language of the caucasian pre-colombian meso-americans it means “wisdom” or something.
OK, now which of you smartasses gave my email to the scientologists? Whoever it is, I bow and offer a cyber-embrace appropriate to your gender and marital status.
A scientology school in east LA. Doug, you’re an archive of interesting experiences! Good post.
You’re right, Doug, enough smart-assery.
Well, almost: Scientology is a Religion like Bugs Bunny is a rabbit (or an actor — and, at that, maybe the only sober one in Hollywood).
A couple years ago I had a friend of a friend who moved here from Santa Fe and was staying with me until she found a place (of course it only took her, like eight months, but whatever), she came home one day and was really excited to tell me about these people she met in Old Town Pasadena and this stree test they gave her and this wonderful book she purchased written by some guy named L. Ron Hubbard> I kept asking, well “haven’t you heard anything about scientology” and she hadn’t…living in So. Cal my whole life, I just assumed there were scientologists on every block in the country I suppose.
Thanks, Actonbell. I’m an archive of cheeseburgers but they’ve been through a lot.
A, if this is the first time we’ve met, I wasn’t complaining about smart-assery. The others know that. In the universe you describe is tofu a meat?
Squaregirl, you should have left well enough alone. Your friend may have self-actualized.
I know so little about scientology. I wonder if I can find an Icelander that adhers to this ´religion´.
But if you have done it I am afraid you are going to set a new trend!
I always wanted to see Doug unleashed.
Thanks so much.
Monika, I haven’t, but it would be interesting to know if any Icelanders have. Look for someone who treats you like an idiot because you don’t even know what planet your spirit was born on.
Alice, you should see me leashed.
I think it is cool that Tara has her blog mentioned in the NY Times.
Oy! Doug, you are full of surprises