Sealion II

There are some places where being a blogger isn't all fun and games. Thankfully, San Francisco isn't one of them.

For all America's many faults, well, let's just say I'd rather live here than somewhere else.

Because, really, why not?

It was raining today, but it wasn't winter rain anymore. It smelled different.

I suppose Spring has Sprung; although here in San Francisco it feels like the seasonal variation is limited to "early spring/late spring", so it's not as impressive as it was in Utah.

"I came here with a backpack with four T-shirts in it and fifty dollars, and now I have an apartment full of crap."

I have resolved to write today. Therefore I give you:

A Personal Favorite.

If you haven't read the "Blogging the Bible" thing on Slate (do I have to get the URL?...all right), you (the presumptive reader) might like it. It's really interesting to see what Mr. Plotz makes of it all; of course, as a Mormon I find his Reform Jewish (or is it Conservative?) viewpoint highly wrong-headed routinely, but that's really the point, isn't it? What do modern people make of the Bible, anyway? (For purposes of this discussion, as in so many other things, I can't really consider myself modern.) His take on Genesis was particularly interesting, but that's probably because Genesis offers the best material; story-wise it's probably the strongest book of the Bible.

The Police are NOT coming to California on their Reunion Tour.

I am gobsmacked, astonied, alarmed, chagrined, and confounded.

On the other hand, it makes the decision not to shell out the money to go see them much easier. And it's all about the easy decisions.

Shockingly, I have had requests. (The requests were not shocking, except that they were made.)

One was for "anything". Here is something. That was easy.

The other was for my thoughts on the Police reuniting. This is more difficult, because I haven't thought much about it, except to say, "Wow. I would go to that concert, but I'll bet it will be a lot of money."

It's really kinda surprising that it took them this long, considering the financial incentives. But I think bands are kinda like fairy-dysfunctional families in a lot of ways; after a while everyone is sick of each other and they'd just as soon not see each other for, well, a few decades. Just to let the radioactivity decay a bit after the thermonuclear war that ended it all.

Nuclear power--for both good and ill.

With which dubious metaphor, I give the Police a cautious thumbs-up, because, really, why not?

And if I actually think of anything worth saying on the subject, this space will be the first to show it.

Soon I will have to pay more money to my corporate masters (servants?), the Powerblogs, to maintain this tiny window into my world.

I wonder if I should retreat, and resume elsewhere, for free.

Maybe.