Presidio Sentinel San Diego
October 2014
By Laura Walcher
Maybe, we wish, we hope, by the time you read this, we’re
‘way cool. Y’know, limber,
in-the-know, into every band promoted by CityBeat, seeking adventurous dining
in the new restaurants that keep popping up; we’re creative,
edgy, wearing highly hip duds,
with holes in the knees of our jeans and
short black high=heel boots with …um, everything.
OR, we’re not so cool. We’ might
still be roasting.
We’re holed up indoors, testing every window through which a
breeze can possibly
Flow. We’re distraught because that breeze is about l00
degrees; we pray that the air
conditioner, which we forgot to have serviced, still works.
We’ve read nearly everything in our stacks … even the
trillion - word cover story in New York Magazine, which features Martine
Rothblatt, who used to be Martin Rothblatt - “ .. a white, Jewish lawyer and now a transgendered woman
… a ‘father’ of four married to an
African-American woman and therefore also, sort of, a lesbian …..” Besides being the hugely successful
founder of United Therapeutics, a pharmaceutical company, she involves herself
in digital immorality, eternal life research, another project she calls “trans-religion,”
and herself, a “trans-humanist.’
Struggling with that story was maybe better than struggling
under the sun - the downside being
the realization of how ordinary,
conventional I am.
Indoor time did help me review the Sunday so-called comics
yet again - - and re-conclude that the only one that holds up with any “humor” is
Dan Piraro’s
“Bizarro. “
I’m getting highly suspect of those (no names) who giggle at
“Mother Goose & Grimm,” Wiley’s “Non Sequitur,” Lalo Alcaraz’ “La
Cucaracha,” oh, c’mon. Never mind
John Allen’s” Nest Head,” and Kevin Fagan’s” Drabble.” Yawn.
the Scotland/England independence vote, the NFL abuse
scandal (and the need for Mr. Goodell to invest in crises communications), the
ebullient –possibly to be admired -
Jack Ma of Alibaba, and trying to figure out exactly how he’s made his
fortune, ISIS, Syria, Ukraine, we’ll tolerate the so-called “funnies.”
Good that it was hot, providing time needed to find early photos of Mark DeBoskey, now retiring
from Jazz88.3 fm . How else do you
honor a cool radio career but with his impressive history? I managed to recover a 1984 photo … whew! There we were, lookin’ plenty hot (whoops!).
Played old cd’s, tossed out duplicate photos, sighed but
tossed, too, the ones in which I didn’t recognize anyone (ouch!). Virtuous.
And, despite having given up ‘ZITS’” the minute the kid
reached his teens, and
writers Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman lost their sense of
humor,
I, instead of simmering in the heat, tried again for a
laugh, but no dice.
Someone oughta give me a comic-book
strip; I may be ordinary and
conventional, but at least I’m finally cool. ###
