Monthly Archive for August, 2005

Say It Ain’t So, Beck!

The guy makes the coolest, most unique music and writes the hippest, most hilarious lyrics, but I gotta say I was deeply disappointed to hear that Beck is a Scientology cultist. I try to separate the artist from his or her personal life, but it’s sometimes in the back of my mind, either taking away or adding to my admiration. For example, U2 and Bono are cool cats both on and off the stage, from all I can gather. I love the movies, but when some of the stars that push this cult nonsense like Tom Cruise and John Travolta are in a flick, it does cross my mind and takes a bit away from the movie for me. Add to them, loopy Juliette Lewis and Nancy Cartwright, the voice of Bart Simpson. If The Simpsons haven’t spoofed Scientology, that’s probably why. Maybe some of this whackiness adds to these peoples’ creative ability. I don’t know. This theory may especially hold for Beck and his crazy lyrics. I mean, read just a couple of these gems from the Scientology manual:

Xenu, the ruler of the Galactic Confederacy who brought billions of frozen people to Earth 75 million years ago, stacked them around volcanoes and blew them up with hydrogen bombs.

Alien invasions of Earth, such as that carried out around 6235 BC by the Fifth Invader Force, who were “very strange insect-like creature(s) with unthinkably horrible hands.”

Scientology compares Heaven to “Busch Gardens in Pasadena.

Now I’m not making this stuff up. It isn’t from a cheap, pulp science fiction novel, it’s their “religion”. There’s loads more of that rambling gibberish to read online, if you can follow it.

By the way, I saw Tom Cruise’s whacky attack on the validity of the “pseudo-science” of Psychology a few weeks back. I’m going to anger some by saying that I don’t totally disagree with some of the things he said, but the pompous way he said them and the way he spoke down to Matt Lauer really irked me. A real ass hole. Good to see Nicole Kidman didn’t give in to his brainwashing and left him, but disturbing to see that he’s hooked up with cute, young Katie Holmes. I’ll be surprised if that lasts a full year.

Cruise’s interview tirade proves that Scientology has a “very strong opposition against 20th century psychology and psychiatry, which is seen as a major source of evil.” But get this – his group has their own methods for fixing mental illness: “During Scientology auditing sessions, the Scientologist is “regressed” through a series of past lives and key incidents which they may have experienced.” So, which is crazier? Drug therapy and counselling with a trained Psychologist or the Shirley McLaine past lives regression therapy undoubtedly administered by some cult dude trained off of a manual a fat, geeky, reclusive science fiction writer with bad teeth wrote?

Happy Birthday to Me

DC I had a nice one, even thought the math still gets me down when I think too much about it. Not that gifts really matter so much, but I received a nice tie from my daughter, art from AussieGirl, and I bought myself a new cell phone (more on that later). We took a road trip up to DC, had a couple of nice dinners (Italian one night and Spanish tapas the next), and visited the National Gallery of Art. JP was cool enough to roll with us boring family-types and he gave me a hilarious set of Slang Flashcards, so I can “front a mad vocabulary” and “learn while cold chillin'”. I hope they come out with updates to this so I can stay a hip Dad as my baby girl gets older. Anyway, when we got home, I had a box of Mrs Fields goodies waiting for me at the door. From my awesome Mom and Dad. Most heartwarming was getting a phone call from my sister and her kids in St Louis while we were walking around DC, and a couple of home phone messages from Australia (Thanks Tony & Julie and Bob & Helen), and one from brother Pete. I think the best though was the phone message left and electronic birthday card sent by my Mom and Dad – she was right on when she said that this is the best birthday year ever for me because of the birth of Eleni. ET and Carolyn are the best things that ever happened to me.

Oh, and the cell phone story….I found a great rebate deal on the web and got the hot, new Motorola Razr phone (black, of course). Top of the line shiznit. So, I’m thinkin mighty highly of my bad self. Stylin with the latest gadgetry. Then I get a call from my 12 year old nephew and namesake, little-but-big Christos Stevens, who proceeds to tell me he got one for his birthday a few days earlier. Now, that’s wack! A freakin 12 year old! Those things cost some mad cheddar. And to think that I merely sent him a book: the new Harry Potter. Hope he stills appreciates the simple things. Got to bounce now, dawgs.

Peace.