Letters to...?

April 3, 2008

I thought of you today.
There was a thunderstorm last night, sounding off like a herald the coming of spring. Today, there were green sprouts pushing their heads out from in between the corpses of yesteryear's grass.
And then, I remembered: there's a place where the grass dies out of negligence, never out of nature.
Where you are.

April 12 2008

We're on the road for an away game today.
Driving along hte flooded banks of the Connecticut River, I have finally deduced why snowflakes and autumn leaves left me starry-eyed and amazed this year:
There's something beautifully power about the seasons: their inevitability, unconquerable. No matter who you are, how much money you have, you too must bend to their will and accept the passing of time, the new life and death of things.
It's so unlike home, where every inch of "civilization" seems to be an obstinate refusal to accept the nature of things.

April 13, 2008

So I've been thinking, maybe that's the problem with L.A., or at least that plastic culture, that obscenity that we broadcast over the media.
On another day, I shall write and remember midnight dim sum at Chinatown, eating alongside Olvera street mariachi, and the many steaming plates of basmati rice and koobideh you and I have shared.
Anyways, back to that atrocious plastic culture...
we grasp for our immortality like rabid dogs. There are plastic surgeons in my PennySaver Ad, and fitness clubs and spas scatter and sprout like wild mustard. People stretch their skin this way and that way, dancing under the light of lasers and tanning beds, desperate for even a taste of nectar and ambrosia.
By somehow staying forever young, ignoring the hour glass of time, we can alos turn our back on the rest of the world, and what' important. We can persuade ourselves ot push global warming down on the agenda, despite the fact that my memoirs will surely be titled, "How Smoggy Was My Valley?"
Why, our top industry, Hollywood, shells out delusion like a pimp.
Movies, moments of activity posing for "life" only perpetuate the lies. they lure the masses into dark rooms to be entertained by "life" instead of going out and living their own lives. So-called "reality" TV-shows now let us do it from the comfort of our own sofas.

As if that weren't enough.

Take the lush gree nlawns and backyards, thriving in the desert, fed by the dying trickle we call the Colorado River. Even the wildfires that we foolishly combat year after year: the natural destroyers and life bringers that are necessary to our ecosystem. They too, are brought under the whip.
Yes, we the insistent, god-grasping, proud, we tear up the hills of brush, in this land of chaparral and sky we lay the concrete for our own Tower of Babel.

But...don't they know? Don't they realize?
God can see us all too clearly through that magnificent hole in the O-zone.