Q: How is the Reverend Barry Taylor just like Jonah’s shady bush outside of Ninevah? (Jonah is one of the most embarrassing books in the Bible, from the standpoint of those, like me, who “want to believe”. The Book of Jonah’s four short chapters are filled with oversized man-housing whales which act like jails and tree-eating worms who do Gods bidding and expressions that God cares for wicked Ninevites and their animals…and whose sole moral point is that we must accept the will and acts of God, no matter how arbitrary and capricious, inequitable, and unfair they may seem….)
A: Apparently because God gave his teaching to us for our temporary comfort only, and what God gives easily, God can take away with equal ease. We did not create Barry Taylor, so we cannot complain that he is now gone.
Comment: but I have drunk from many wells I did not dig, have been warmed by fires I did not build, and drunk wine from grapes I neither picked nor crushed….and yet I was right to do so, was I not?
“Final Fridays and First Fridays” remind me of the wonderful parties that the late Molly Ivins used to put on in Austin, Texas….at which I was privileged to attend regularly, a long, long time ago, in a gallaxy far away, when Texas was a land of free speech, liberty, and ruled by the WD 40 crowd (“White Democrats over Forty”). That really WAS a long time ago, wasn’t it? Molly, born in beautiful Monterrey, in 1944 while some of my cousins were stationed in the Navy there, was a native Californian who tragically died of Cancer at the age of 63 on January 31, 2007—she had so much more to say and write about her adopted state. Molly’s death, and the loss of her community, was definitely one of the major (contributing) factors prompting me to give up and leave my native state. And now I’m in California half the time and Louisiana half the time. I cannot tell in which state I enjoy living more: the food and girls are way better in New Orleans, the shopping and museums are better in Los Angeles…. New Orleans has lots of history and beauty. Los Angeles has lots of money and power. I feel at peace in New Orleans. I feel I am a piece of Los Angeles.
On this Final Friday of September, First Friday of Fall, I think it is time to go back to New Orleans. The Reverend Barry Taylor is gone from Los Angeles—it’s now cool enough in New Orleans to enjoy the food and chase the girls… Summer is HELL in New Orleans…. No time of year is really hellish in Los Angeles. There was a time (around 1992-1994) when they described the four seasons of Los Angeles as “Earthquakes, Brushfires, Riots, and Floods”—rather like the Four Creations of the Maya Popol Vuh or the Five Creations of the Aztec Calendar Stone….Pierre du Soleil ou Calendrier Azteque.
Well, for me at least it was a very intense summer. Fall will be quieter, I think, wherever I am. Summer was so intense I cannot quite remember where my summer began. For me summer began either in New Jersey or Florida, but without studying my travel records or receipts carefully, I’m pretty sure I greeted the Summer Solstice 93 days ago in either Ocala or Orlando, Florida. I discovered a really good German restaurant in Orlando (the Bauern-Stube, http://www.bauern-stube.com/).
That schnitzel & dumpling place was the only good thing I really can say about my excursion to Florida, except that I wrote and prepared a really good appellate brief for a really unworthy client (WTO 12 June EMERGENCY MOTION FOR ORDER TO SHOW CAUSE IN THE FIFTH DISTRICT COURT OF APPEAL; 2014 6 12 final Appendix to emergency motion) who ultimately (well, actually, almost immediately) stabbed me in the back… and so I left Florida.
I ended the summer and began the Fall in Beverly Hills, California, in the midst of great turmoil. On the one hand, I am tortured by the departure of the Reverend Barry Taylor from All Saints in Beverly Hills, especially on such complete absence of notice or warning, amid such dark but unspecified charges “not that anyone plans on pressing charges…” On the other hand, I brought Croatian ex-Diplomat and New Right Political Philosopher to the Beverly Hills JEM Center where he preached New Right Philosophy to Beverly Hills’ Jewish Community…. I expected some negative reaction here, but instead the negative reaction was all from my fellow conservatives who felt I had done something desperately wrong…. and some even shunned Dr. Sunic as a consequence. We shall see how all that plays out….