Vibrability

A part of my last few trips to LA had been visiting Scott, one of Glass's homeboys and a screenwriter and former studio exec. Scott has Lou Gehrig's disease and is confined to motorized wheelchair. In his current stage he needs a tube to help him breathe. This, however, doesn't stop him from exploring as much of the world as he can in both time and space, and within his mind's eye. He's been to more countries than he could name in a list, written scripts in a number of genres and as I learned yesterday also writes poetry and is working on a book. He is the very portrait of Carpe Diem and always an inspiration for me.

As both Scott and Glass are Jewish and I practice Ifa, any religious discussion we have is kind of free form. So as we sat on his deck, a few feet from the covered and fenced-off pool with Macallan 18 in collectible glasses that each had a different famed rabbi on them, we talked about the Bible as a book. The one thing that we agreed on was that if the world were to know that God's prophets and children were walking the Earth now, that they'd most certainly be killed, imprisoned or locked up in government facilities in hopes that the miracles they performed could be somehow be utilized for selfish ends. People are more afraid of the truth now than they were then.

For the X-files crowd out there, I highly suggest that you check out Fringe tonight on Fox. As I watched the pilot a few days ago, I was pretty impressed with the setup for the show. Created by JJ Abrams and Alex Kurtzman and Roberto Orci (who wrote the Transformers movies) the show take elements from a number of successful series to create something an animal that could be pretty enjoyable. I'm especially geeked to see Lance Reddick (Daniels from the Wire) getting a shot on prime time network TV.

Sitting there with Scott I thought so much about yesterday's post, about the frustration that bubbles to the surface whenever I think too long on where I've been and what I've endured. I let certain things haunt me that are now so long gone that I can't even see them anymore, things I was smart enough to cut loose when their time came, but that I still manage to hang over my own head when I'm afraid of the unknown. I'm getting better at pulling myself through such stretches more quickly. I'm getting better at putting out fires before they start. I have help now that I didn't have then. Three days left here and so much to do. God willing, I 'll get it all done. Out.