Please don't ask me how long I spent on this and how it distracted me from the rest of my life. I'm still not satisfied with it, but there is one lesson from it that is more important than anything else...
Friday, June 19, 2026
Orchestra Fantasy League
Monday, June 8, 2026
The War of the Nine Kings: Beginning
It begins with the voice. Most of the time the voice communicates to him in a rumbling bass, as though the ground itself emits gales of sound through earthquake, but occasionally the voice is a child's, or an animal's, or a tree rustle or water babble if we're not in the Jordan Valley, occasionally it's not even a voice, just a feeling, an intuition, through which he knows the wind of Yahweh has passed through. Often it's accompanied by images. Sometimes the images are horrific and Abram begs for them to cease, but they continue until such time as our Lord and King bursts through the horror like a torn piece of giant paper and announces his will, at which point the spirit settles, Abram's nerves calm, and for a few hours he lays about in twilight consciousness.
Once he wakes up, the real work begins. What follows is a farce of obedience: no matter how difficult, no matter how absurd, we are all at Abram's mercy, and we will accomplish the impossible tasks he's set out for us. Are the projects truly Yahweh's will? I choose to believe they are, even if the rational voice in me tells me these are delusions of a mind intoxicated by the idea of chosenness, but had Abram not set out for these projects, would Canaan have ever been the same? We've built altars in every valley and wadi, we've gathered stones and cast stones away, we've built wooden shelters in terrain where there is no wood, we've set fire to cities only to build them again from the ground, we've declared war on our friends and made peace with our foes, it is all the voice, all which the voice dictates, and even my husband himself is powerless before it, and our ministrations only cease when the voice speaks again, for he speaks very often.
Abram bar-Terakh is my partner, my dodi, my husband joined in something we call holy matrimony, but it has very little matrimonious about it--this marriage was not my doing. People say we're half-siblings, but that's not quite true. I was the wife of Haran before he died, when Haran died, I became the daughter of Terakh--a sort of daughter-in-law-in-law, and he wasted no time giving me over to his weird son: the one with alternative beliefs, the drug pusher, the manic we charitably call 'ecstatic', the 'prophet'... whatever that is... so consumed by odd ideas that he couldn't even focus on a single task of running a store on which our livelihood depended on him. Working for him and minding the store during his hashish hours was Amraphel, the future Sumerian Emperor Hammurabi VI! The first elected emperor in Sumerian history, the general who defeated ten thousand Amorites and five thousand Hurrain at Kush; but by then Abram had long since ceased relations. The problem? Amraphel finally told Terakh that Abram was smoking hash in the office. Abram got so angry he broke half the statues in the store and still insisted Amraphel get fired. The one man who could have made Abram a success beyond all these blessings from Yahweh is apparently still Abram's lifelong enemy.
All the same, he's my husband, my Eesh, my Abe. We've shared beds and cold and hunger, we started homeless and now we're listed among the 20 richest millionaires in Canaan. We have thousands on our payroll and an entire tribe follows my husband like he's a cult leader. He's not the greatest lover (and I've had a few...), but he's given me adventures past all the women in Ur. He's risked our lives so many times, but only a man so full of life could be so cheap with it.
Do I love him? I guess, does anybody really love their husband? But we've had a life together, and in certain ways, it's been a fun life. My husband is this unique mixture of madman, priest, entrepreneur, general, professional grudge holder, and a man who feels joy and suffering like no one I've ever met. Not a single person's ever met him and come away not thinking 'There is only one Abram.'
War of the Nine Kings: Prelude - Beginning
Dossier from the Desk of Eliezer-ben-Eliezer
Eastern Powers
Deesh.
Shinarites: alias Sumerians.
King: Amraphel: alias Hammurabi VI
Capital: Ur. Our place of origin.
Other major cities: Uruk, Lagash, Nippur, Eridu
Gods: Chaotic Neutral
An empire spanning Southern Mesopotamia, once the glory of the world in literature, culture, technology, finance and jurisprudence, Abram-bar-Terakh proved astonishingly prescient in leaving at what now appears to be a golden age for Sumeria, perhaps a dreadfully final golden age. Our ancestral homeland currently lies in a state of terrible decline thought unthinkable a mere generation ago, riven by fiscal debt and hyperpartisanship: the rural working class clash with urban middle class and poor, made more partisan because of urban aristocracy siding with rural farmers and craftsmen, for whose labor they underpay. In addition to getting caught in global warfare (war for which their hubris may be the cause) Sumeria is in grave danger of collapse, civil war, and financial meltdown. The famed Sumerian work ethic has deserted them, and in its place arrives a civilization decadent and declined, rulers corrupt, government hyperpartisan, work ethic subsumed by radical ideology extoling the demerits of hard labor. While the Sumerian government used to respond to floods and droughts with astonishing speed and efficacy, the government today is ruled by an ideology of non-interference, against which there is much clamor for revolution.
King Hamurrabi VI, formerly Amraphel, was once a friend of Abram's who worked in Terakh's idol store and told Terakh of Abram's consorting with the Habirus. Abram bore Amraphel a terrible grudge, but the former Amraphel has paid Abram's Elamite tribute for eleven of these last twelve years. The nature of current relations between Abram and King Hammurabi is a secret known only to our master and the homeland's king. We prevail, yet again, upon our master to tell us the standing of things between Abram-bar-Terakh and the Sumerian Emperor.
Alliance Reliability: Extraordinarily, low.
Min.
Elamites:
King: Khederla'omer
Capital: Shushan
Religion: Hermetic
A rising empire east of Mesopotamia, in the southwest of a region now called Persia. They speak an Indo-European language not unlike both Sumerian and Habiru. Even Sumeria views them as ferociously intelligent. But whereas Sumeria and Ur is cultured, profligate and individuated to point of decadence, Elam is utterly thrifty, industrious, community focused, and future minded. The Sumerians have spent the last generation in a delicate dance of diplomacy with Elam involving multiple treaties and massive financial involvement. So much so that Elam makes an enormous amount of the raw material consumed by Sumer. Elam can be said to be dependent on Sumerian purchasing power for the increase in its standard of living. Sumer can be said to be dependent on Sumer for manufacturing products that are too expensive to make amid Sumerian inflation.
The great danger is that this rising empire and falling empire may fall into what's commonly called the Enkidian Trap, in which a rising power unintentionally destabilizes a falling power, which results in the widespread destruction of both. There are many empires which would benefit from such an occurrence, just as many who may also be destroyed in the coming melee, but ultimately the effects of such a conflict are so chaotically destructive as to be entirely unpredictable.
King Khederla'omer is clearly a strategist of a brilliance not seen since Hammurabi I. He has extracted (some would say extorted) payment from Canaanite kings for twelve years, and in return he provides security. Surprisingly, he has kept his promise, and there has been no civil conflict for the entirety of his rule-by-proxy. However, many Canaanite kings are consulting with the Sumerian ambassador in what they think is secret. They currently negotiate a strategy to rid themselves of their dues to Elam while paying a one-time tribute to Sumeria in raw material as payment for their assistance.
It is the opinion of this analyst that this collusion is doomed from its outset, and any king who crosses Khederla'omer will quickly be deposed.
Alliance Reliability: Surprisingly High
Esh.
Amorites:
Habitats: Nomad
Conquests: Prolific
Settlements: Prolific
Government: Confederate Republic
Gods: Chaotic Good
A stunningly adaptable people: capable of farming, shepherding, soldiering and financial trading. They have a deceptively sophisticated form of government. For centuries other empires habitually dismiss them as of lower intelligence and lower sophistication, they were thought a parasite nation who occupy the houses and technologies of the conquered, yet they continually win whatever wars they elect to fight.
Rumors abound that the Amorites began as a Habiru splinter group, but there is no proof as such. Yet as they traversed the Levant they have proven astoundingly adaptive with achievements that at times dwarf their neighbors.
Alliance Reliability: Quixotic and Mercurial
Limmu.
Hurrians.
Habitats: Nomad
Linguistic Origin: Unknown
Ruling Class: Mitanni
Ruling Class Language: Indo-European
Primary Occupation: Warriors
Military Advantage: Horsing Skill
King: Ariokh
Gods: Lawful Neutral
A Turkic mercenary people said to inhabit a sometime empire in the corner border between Anatolia, Mesopotamia, Syria and Armenia. A race of cavalry soldiers, expert in riding, breeding, training and cavalry tactics. Occasionally seen in other parts as traders and guides, the Hurrain are said to hear of conflicts and immediately embark to participate. Upon arrival they immediately offer the losing side assistance for profit. If profit is not paid immediately, they offer assistance to the winning side.
Alliance Reliability: Medium Low
Western Powers
Ia.
Canaanite City States
Government: Confederation
Languages: Varied
Gods: Lawful Good
Kings: Bera and Bisha are the ones we negotiate with
Capital: Sodom
The independent city states of Canaan are in danger of falling into the Elamite empire. Contrary to Yahweh's divine information to Abram, the Canaanites are surprisingly wealthy, or at least they were until the Elamites extracted tribute. Yet they themselves can be said to extract tribute because all goods that move from continent to continent are taxed by moving through Canaanite land. Egypt must pay to do business in in Sumeria, Sumeria must pay to do business in Arabia, Arabia must pay to do business in Anatolia, all must pay merely to do business in Canaan, and the best ports are Canaanite so in order to move goods to Yevan and Italia, many choose to leave from Jaffa, Akko, Ashkelon and Gaza. Elsewhere Canaanites can inevitably be seen as merchants and traders, or driving caravans from empire to empire. Canaan has no wish to conquer, merely to extract tribute, and that is precisely the nature of their conflict with Elam. Elam wishes to be the sole beneficiary of Canaanite remuneration, and consequently the Canaanites have little money left to fund their own pursuits, which indulge in all the sophisticated pursuits of elsewhere, brought to Canaan and some would say refined (others would say vulgarized).
Ur may be the world's capital, boasting a culture all too worthy of a capital, but Sodom (and its suburb Gemorah) is the world's cultural capital, where passes through all things literate, artistic, musical and gastronomic (and erotic). It is a city of the ultimate liberality, where all lifestyles are welcome, all progress celebrated, and all sentiments of conservation and reaction unwelcomely viewed as backward. Yet it is so expensive that only the wealthy and upper middle class may dwell within it. It sits upon a quaternary fault near the Dead Sea that gives it an utterly unique topography and climate. Its appearance is astonishingly well maintained, seemingly every building painted a hundred colors, and while there is much talk of homeless within it, one could be forgiven for thinking it the wealthiest, most prosperous city in the world.
In the event of a military strike, Sodom will be the first site in Canaan to reap the whirlwind.
Alliance Reliability: Immaterial, we are bound together.
Ash.
Habirus: (alias: Apiru, Hyksos, Shepherd Kings)
Homeland: Stateless
Orientation: Bedouin
Religion: Borderline Monotheist
King: Abram?
God: Chaotic Evil
Referred to derogatorily as 'the shepherd kings' because they cross the world with nothing but their cattle, they are often thought the dregs of the earth: hated by every major civilization as mercenaries, thieves, peasants and rebels. Habirus seem to turn up in every state's record as fugitive convicts, army deserters, escaped slaves, political agitators, yet our master saw fit to consort with them, to break bread with them, to fornicate with them, to promote a few from slave to servant, to even adopt three Habirus into the household.
However unacceptable the rest of the household finds the generosity of his treatment, Abram has been rewarded by Habirus with unconditional loyalty. They have no god but Set, yet Abram seems to be worshipped by them as something akin to a god. In return for settlement upon Abram's land, they have bound all their possessions into Abram's keeping. This race of thieves has only committed only four recorded acts of theft upon anyone on our land. They have worked as shepherds, farmers, craftsmen and soldiers with the ultimate industry.
Alliance Reliability: Stunningly, Absolute.
Umun.
Philistines: (alias: 'The Sea Peoples')
Cities: Ashdod, Ekron, Gat, Ashkelon and Gaza are mixed Philistine and Canaanite
King: Tidal
The Philistines are European outliers, some would say 'occupiers' of this Canaanite land. They claim they are originally from Canaan, but they carry with them the art, architecture, complexion and linguistic structure of Europe. They are a mix of Greek, Turkic, Anatolian, and no doubt there is some Canaanite in there too somewhere. They are called people of the sea because they arrived from the sea, but it is to the sea they must be tossed back. They arrived just one century ago as refugees from the Trojan War. They may well be the descendants of the remaining Trojans, though they could just as easily be Mycenean. Who knows with those people? All we know is that they must be eliminated. Their numbers grow and grow, and they are an ongoing threat we must deal unless we want our land to be permanently occupied by the West.
Usu.
Egypt:
No descriptor needed.
Illimu.
Desert Tribal Alliance:
Orientation: Bedouin
Ethnicities: Midianite, Edomite, Moabite, Ammonite, other tribes unknown as they are Arabian
Religion: Monotheist
God: Lawful Good
King: Zo'ar
For the moment, a closed society. The Midianites, Edomites, Moabites and Ammonites have continued presence in Canaan, but many of them simply wander the Arabian desert, setting up camp in indeterminate locations. Nobody knows anything of their whereabouts until they appear in the Negev en masse like a mass vacation during which they trade and party, perhaps reuniting with relatives, perhaps worshipping a god that only can be properly worshipped here, and then they go home and we don't hear from them for another seven or ten years. There are many records of these tribes committing acts of thievery and raids, yet in times of drought they have always been extremely forthcoming and generous with other tribes.
Alliance Reliability: Utterly Unknown
Conflict: The Canaanite tribes wish to extract themselves from payment.
Tales of Disturbed Creation: War of the Nine Kings - Prelude - Beginning
Dossier from the Desk of Eliezer-ben-Eliezer
Side 1. Eastern Powers
Deesh.
Shinarites: alias Sumerians.
King: Amraphel: alias Hammurabi VI
Capital: Ur. Our place of origin.
Other major cities: Uruk, Lagash, Nippur, Eridu
Gods: Chaotic Neutral
An empire spanning Southern Mesopotamia, once the glory of the world in literature, culture, technology, finance and jurisprudence, Abram-bar-Terakh proved astonishingly prescient in leaving at what now appears to be a golden age for Sumeria, perhaps a dreadfully final golden age. Our ancestral homeland currently lies in a state of terrible decline thought unthinkable a mere generation ago, riven by fiscal debt and hyperpartisanship: the rural working class clash with urban middle class and poor, made more partisan because of urban aristocracy siding with rural farmers and craftsmen, for whose labor they underpay. In addition to getting caught in global warfare (war for which their hubris may be the cause) Sumeria is in grave danger of collapse, civil war, and financial meltdown. The famed Sumerian work ethic has deserted them, and in its place arrives a civilization decadent and declined, rulers corrupt, government hyperpartisan, work ethic subsumed by radical ideology extoling the demerits of hard labor. While the Sumerian government used to respond to floods and droughts with astonishing speed and efficacy, the government today is ruled by an ideology of non-interference, against which there is much clamor for revolution.
King Hamurrabi VI, formerly Amraphel, was once a friend of Abram's who worked in Terakh's idol store and told Terakh of Abram's consorting with the Habirus. Abram bore Amraphel a terrible grudge, but the former Amraphel has paid Abram's Elamite tribute for eleven of these last twelve years. The nature of current relations between Abram and King Hammurabi is a secret known only to our master and the homeland's king. We prevail, yet again, upon our master to tell us the standing of things between Abram-bar-Terakh and the Sumerian Emperor.
Alliance Reliability: Extraordinarily, low.
Min.
Elamites:
King: Khederla'omer
Capital: Shushan
Religion: Hermetic
A rising empire east of Mesopotamia, in the southwest of a region now called Persia. They speak an Indo-European language not unlike both Sumerian and Habiru. Even Sumeria views them as ferociously intelligent. But whereas Sumeria and Ur is cultured, profligate and individuated to point of decadence, Elam is utterly thrifty, industrious, community focused, and future minded. The Sumerians have spent the last generation in a delicate dance of diplomacy with Elam involving multiple treaties and massive financial involvement. So much so that Elam makes an enormous amount of the raw material consumed by Sumer. Elam can be said to be dependent on Sumerian purchasing power for the increase in its standard of living. Sumer can be said to be dependent on Sumer for manufacturing products that are too expensive to make amid Sumerian inflation.
The great danger is that this rising empire and falling empire may fall into what's commonly called the Enkidian Trap, in which a rising power unintentionally destabilizes a falling power, which results in the widespread destruction of both. There are many empires which would benefit from such an occurrence, just as many who may also be destroyed in the coming melee, but ultimately the effects of such a conflict are so chaotically destructive as to be entirely unpredictable.
King Khederla'omer is clearly a strategist of a brilliance not seen since Hammurabi I. He has extracted (some would say extorted) payment from Canaanite kings for twelve years, and in return he provides security. Surprisingly, he has kept his promise, and there has been no civil conflict for the entirety of his rule-by-proxy. However, many Canaanite kings are consulting with the Sumerian ambassador in what they think is secret. They currently negotiate a strategy to rid themselves of their dues to Elam while paying a one-time tribute to Sumeria in raw material as payment for their assistance.
It is the opinion of this analyst that this collusion is doomed from its outset, and any king who crosses Khederla'omer will quickly be deposed.
Alliance Reliability: Surprisingly High
Esh.
Amorites:
Habitats: Nomad
Conquests: Prolific
Settlements: Prolific
Government: Constitutional Monarchy
Gods: Chaotic Good
A stunningly adaptable people: capable of farming, shepherding, soldiering and financial trading. They have a deceptively sophisticated form of government. For centuries other empires habitually dismiss them as of lower intelligence and lower sophistication, they were thought a parasite nation who occupy the houses and technologies of the conquered, yet they continually win whatever wars they elect to fight.
Rumors abound that the Amorites began as a Habiru splinter group, but there is no proof as such. Yet as they traversed the Levant they have proven astoundingly adaptive with achievements that at times dwarf their neighbors.
Alliance Reliability: Quixotic and Mercurial
Limmu.
Hurrians.
Habitats: Nomad
Linguistic Origin: Unknown
Ruling Class: Mitanni
Ruling Class Language: Indo-European
Primary Occupation: Warriors
Military Advantage: Horsing Skill
Gods: Lawful Neutral
A Turkic mercenary people said to inhabit a sometime empire in the corner border between Anatolia, Mesopotamia, Syria and Armenia. A race of cavalry soldiers, expert in riding, breeding, training and cavalry tactics. Occasionally seen in other parts as traders and guides, the Hurrain are said to hear of conflicts and immediately embark to participate. Upon arrival they immediately offer the losing side assistance for profit. If profit is not paid immediately, they offer assistance to the winning side.
Alliance Reliability: Medium Low
Ia.
Canaanite City States
Government: Confederation
Languages: Varied
Gods: Lawful Good
Capital: Sodom
The independent city states of Canaan are in danger of falling into the Elamite empire. Contrary to Yahweh's divine information to Abram, the Canaanites are surprisingly wealthy, or at least they were until the Elamites extracted tribute. Yet they themselves can be said to extract tribute because all goods that move from continent to continent are taxed by moving through Canaanite land. Egypt must pay to do business in in Sumeria, Sumeria must pay to do business in Arabia, Arabia must pay to do business in Anatolia, all must pay merely to do business in Canaan, and the best ports are Canaanite so in order to move goods to Yevan and Italia, many choose to leave from Jaffa, Akko, Ashkelon and Gaza. Elsewhere Canaanites can inevitably be seen as merchants and traders, or driving caravans from empire to empire. Canaan has no wish to conquer, merely to extract tribute, and that is precisely the nature of their conflict with Elam. Elam wishes to be the sole beneficiary of Canaanite remuneration, and consequently the Canaanites have little money left to fund their own pursuits, which indulge in all the sophisticated pursuits of elsewhere, brought to Canaan and some would say refined (others would say vulgarized).
Ur may be the world's capital, boasting a culture all too worthy of a capital, but Sodom (and its suburb Gemorah) is the world's cultural capital, where passes through all things literate, artistic, musical and gastronomic (and erotic). It is a city of the ultimate liberality, where all lifestyles are welcome, all progress celebrated, and all sentiments of conservation and reaction unwelcomely viewed as backward. Yet it is so expensive that only the wealthy and upper middle class may dwell within it. It sits upon a quaternary fault near the Dead Sea that gives it an utterly unique topography and climate. Its appearance is astonishingly well maintained, seemingly every building painted a hundred colors, and while there is much talk of homeless within it, one could be forgiven for thinking it the wealthiest, most prosperous city in the world.
In the event of a military strike, Sodom will be the first site in Canaan to reap the whirlwind.
Alliance Reliability: Immaterial, we are bound together.
Ash.
Habirus: (alias: Apiru, Hyksos, Shepherd Kings)
Homeland: Stateless
Orientation: Bedouin
Religion: Borderline Monotheist
God: Chaotic Evil
Referred to derogatorily as 'the shepherd kings' because they cross the world with nothing but their cattle, they are often thought the dregs of the earth: hated by every major civilization as mercenaries, thieves, peasants and rebels. Habirus seem to turn up in every state's record as fugitive convicts, army deserters, escaped slaves, political agitators, yet our master saw fit to consort with them, to break bread with them, to fornicate with them, to promote a few from slave to servant, to even adopt three Habirus into the household.
However unacceptable the rest of the household finds the generosity of his treatment, Abram has been rewarded by Habirus with unconditional loyalty. They have no god but Set, yet Abram seems to be worshipped by them as something akin to a god. In return for settlement upon Abram's land, they have bound all their possessions into Abram's keeping. This race of thieves has only committed only four recorded acts of theft upon anyone on our land. They have worked as shepherds, farmers, craftsmen and soldiers with the ultimate industry.
Alliance Reliability: Stunningly, Absolute.
Umun.
Philistines: (alias: 'The Sea Peoples')
Cities: Ashdod, Ekron, Gat, Ashkelon and Gaza are mixed Philistine and Canaanite
The Philistines are European outliers, some would say 'occupiers' of this Canaanite land. They claim they are originally from Canaan, but they carry with them the art, architecture and linguistic structure of Europe. They are a mix of Greek, Turkic, Anatolian, and no doubt there is some Canaanite in there too somewhere. They are called people of the sea because they arrived from the sea, but it is to the sea they must be tossed back. They arrived just one century ago as refugees from the Trojan War. They may well be the descendants of the remaining Trojans, though they could just as easily be Mycenean. Who knows with those people? All we know is that they must be eliminated. Their numbers grow and grow, and they are an ongoing threat we must deal unless we want our land to be permanently occupied by the West.
Sunday, June 7, 2026
Dear Dad #9
You would kill me for this trip. I mean, you would absolutely lay into me for a thousand reasons. Not because of my profligacy, though you'd find an unbelievable amount to criticize there, but my idiocy, my incompetence, my laziness: Missing flights and full price for the new one, going to the ER at the first sign of a little trouble, skipping the concert I organized the whole trip for, being around so many friends who've gone back to chain smoking cigarettes, going back to drinking wine when it's so detrimental to my health (and not just a little, one night was a bottle worth, another day was half a large bottle of prosecco). I resisted the cigarettes completely, but the simple act of being around them pushed my voice down an octave. You might be a little more understanding about leaving my glasses in a lyft, that one I'm down on myself enough for, but you'd definitely be down on me for purchasing a bunch of pairs of reading glasses that aren't perfect when each pair is thirty bucks.
But this is the sort of trip you'd love: the events, the people watching, the history, the views. It's everything you could want. I'm sorry you were careful with your life. Care to what end? You were the type that would get more out of vacations and tourism than anyone: most people have no idea of the history they tour. They ooh and ah by the gravesides of writers and statesmen they'd never heard of; but by the time you realized what you'd missed, your health slowed down. No one is sorrier than me that you didn't take more vacations but... well... you were cheap. I'm not. You were all too responsible, I'm not. My father is dead and your death taught me that life is all too short. Maybe I'm having my mid-life crisis, but I'm going to have all the adventures you refused yourself.
I'm heading home right now on a train from New York and it's been twenty days. Twenty days! The longest I've been away from home in four years by a factor of well over two weeks! My own health took a turn for the much worse in your final years, and a few months after your passing I finally found a drug that keeps it mostly OK. I feel like life is just starting over now, and I'll have to be careful to not have a second half that will be as reckless and profligate as the first half was careful, lest the second half turn into a fourth quarter.
Oh my god: San Francisco. You took J and I to San Francisco in 2009: it was wonderful. Whatever skirmishes we might have had on the trip (I can't remember), you took us to show us what stuff may be lying out there. Maybe it was really for you, maybe you wanted to share memories with your children, but maybe it was to show J all the possibilities that lie out there post-college, and maybe it was to show me that there was as much beauty and glory in the history of America as there is in the Europe I longed to go to for more than three weeks every ten years, but it was a great trip. We saw a David Mamet play, we ate some of America's best (mildly priced) food, and we got thrown out of the Robert Mondavi winery. The scenery everywhere took your breath away be it the windy hills of the city or the glowing sunlight of Napa. A homeless man sang to me a serenade in the street and another one asked J to critique the quality of his mugshot. The moment I was to go into the City Lights Bookstore: spiritual home to Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Gregory Korso, and at that moment out stepped David Gergen: press secretary to both Clinton and Reagan. It was as though DC invaded San Fran and I was an unwitting accomplice.
This time was shorter than the last two: just three days in American paradise. Even the sun in California is different: at all times you can literally see the sunlight. It doesn't just glow, it shines, not in the heavens above, but on the earth right next to you. The only other place I've seen anything like that is Italy. Even at sixty-five degrees Fahrenheit it's strong enough to bore red marks into your exposed skin, yet somehow if you don't have a jacket you freeze to death even on a summer night. Every moment in that city seems like an outdoor party. I was there for the 'Breakers Festival', a costume festival not unlike Mardi Gras, only with more nudity. I probably saw about fifty dongs that Sunday morning, most of them old gays, probably Boomers, trying to recapture their glory days. San Francisco, like everywhere, has gotten a little more puritan, and I doubt there were more than two or three nudists there under fifty. So much has the spirit of San Francisco changed that I even saw a straight couple make out in the Castro!
Even if San Francisco has changed, I don't understand how a place like that can exist. I've still never seen New Orleans or Charleston, but I have never seen a city in America that beautiful: maybe by a country mile. Even if the homeless are defecating right outside, even if a quart of milk costs a million dollars, every property is so well maintained, every townhouse seems painted a hundred colors, every restaurant has outdoor seating, every park seems to have a perfectly half and half mixture of pine trees and palm trees. It is that precise place in America where temperate meets tropics, and the climate creates a perfect city of a type that may not be seen anywhere else on earth.
But there's no such thing as 'real perfection', and such perfection can breed a kind of unreality. The spirit of San Francisco may have changed, but it is just as vivid today as in the sixties, and perhaps quite a bit more influential. The world can seem all too explicable when living in circumstances so ideal. On the one hand you have the tech sector, which seems to have crossed overnight from libertarian into authoritarian (as I'm pretty sure I predicted to you), on the other you have the very famous San Franciscan brand of leftist. There's a whole new generation of them now: simultaneously more puritan and decadent than ever: tattoos on three sleeves yet so scared of saying something inappropriate that their very smiles seem to indicate a kind of desperation; more self-righteous than ever, yet simultaneously more terrified. You'd bristle with contempt for all sides: their utopian beliefs, their line item ideologies, the very lack of concern for money which lets them stay in America's most expensive city. There was never a less Californian person than you. The only people in San Francisco you'd have sympathy for are the Asians: who still dress as though America is in the 1950s, the young among whom carry themselves with that very middle class confidence which tells the world that they are the ones who truly run it. White people in San Francisco all have weird ass hair and bad tattoos, and at times they all look a little insecure. The Asians right next to them look happy as clams: hanging out with each other in a country that even in its depleted state is at least more distant from the threat of the Chinese government.
I certainly had moments of impatience I did my best to hide from San Francisco and all its mental baggage: be it a friend gone right-wing, one I'd rarely ever seen get heated in twenty five years, who heatedly asserted to me that liberals have controlled the Supreme Court for sixty years (why not seventy=five years then?), or his left friend who asserted to me that Israel is an ethnonationalist state in its very creation and only seemed to get madder with every calm contradiction I tried to make to points even he acknowledged were not particularly informed. Alcohol doesn't help in those situations, but one has the sense that whatever circles one moves in, the Bay Area is so ideologically lock stepped that they forget what it's like to talk with those who disagree with them. Those of us who live among disagreement every day and conscious of our surroundings realize that you have to approach political discourse as though you're walking through a landmine territory, where any footstep can cause a destructive explosion. But in such idyllic surroundings, it's very easy to think you don't have to be careful.
But I have a certain sympathy with all of them. You try being from my generation and see how you'd take to it. I have the same deep terror of Silicon Valley we all do, but at least they're trying to solve problems, even if it's increasingly the problems they create, in a country where we've given up on solving problems almost entirely. As for the leftists, well, there is something about the intractability of modern America that pushes everybody to extremes: left and right. They think the country lied to them, and they're right. My generation was told there would be jobs, there would be prosperity, that our educations were worth something, that all those years spent prepping for college with extra-curriculars and volunteer work would pay off: then we took out massive student loans we couldn't pay because we all thought we were going to get high paying jobs. Where is all that money? It's all concentrated in 930 billionaires. Anybody who blames millennials for turning left without looking into themselves is doomed to worsen the problem.
Boomer center-liberals like you chose your prosperity over making society work, so when pragmatists who know how to fix things choose their prosperity over solving society's problems, people inevitably flock to radical solutions. This is the world we now live in. It's sad to see hubristic friends who should know better be so heedless of history, but what can we do? The J Tuckers of the world told us to work hard, because hard work was what worked for you. We're not lazy, we just know that hard work won't be rewarded anymore.
Nothing is more fragile than beauty, and there is something truly fragile about San Francisco. The very glory of it feels like it's running on borrowed time. Just like how cities as beautiful as old Dresden, old Warsaw, old Tokyo and Rotterdam were bombed to ember (Paris and Prague almost were too), the most beautiful cities in America seem the most threatened: either from war with China like San Francisco and Portland, or from civil conflict like Austin and Nashville, or even rural California. These are places much more dangerous than they look. Not yet, but if life gets still more unstable than it currently seems, it won't be places like Baltimore or Detroit which opponents will look to destroy. Why bomb something that already looks bombed out?
Perhaps Denver tomorrow...
Saturday, June 6, 2026
Celibidache Rant
If not following the score is an excuse for laziness, obviously it's unacceptable. But if it's a way of creating a different sort of performance, that is how music LIVES. That is how music EVOLVES. The musical scenes and genres that realize this are the healthy ones, the others are diseases that can only live by killiing healthy bodies.