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This beautiful description brings to mind Timothy Leary, “Turn on, tune in, drop out!” He encouraged us to experiment with Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and see what Kohl is seeing now. How wonderful that only a puff or two of weed sufficed. A poet’s view probably helps. I might be lolling and looking, saying to myself, “Well, that seam is a mess.”

Speaking only for myself, there is definitely a connection, but I see evidence that Kohl doesn’t yet understand Gordon. Or that understanding has formed deep inside but hasn’t yet surfaced. And Kohl’s under more than usual stress. So I read his characterization of his need with a bit of suspicion. Need more! When (if) they rejoin, we’ll see what’s what. EDIT: Or maybe this understanding is welling up just now! We don’t know yet. Kohl is both a person and a frame for satire, and many a hasty conclusion has bit the dust already.

Agreed. He seems to pine for a closeness that they might have had. If they get back together, we’ll have to see how this plays out, but at least there’s hope that he’s not, as Parker fears, simply growing accustomed to his condition.

Great verbs! A herioc quest for an erection! Move over, Homer!

And Gordon has annoyed a third, with his banana peels, nail clippings, and egg shells at sea. I wonder if Kohl is saddled with this as well.

I mean GGtG and the Abraca crowd. Yes, very stylish at the end.

I giggle at this vision, and especially how it contrasts with the elegant puppet in the Happening.

No, no, no! Let me fix that for you: “Misguided faith got you into this mess. Let this coming night be a measure of your faith in the true god.” Can’t these guys do anything right?

Because these scenes are beyond ridiculous, I first blew off these crazy references. ‘Pfft. Yeah right. I’m not gonna waste my time looking up this obviously invented drivel.’ Mistake. These scenes are more fun and entertaining than real life, but not necessarily more ridiculous.

Easier said than done. Mahayana Buddhism (sorta like a big-tent version of a political party) offers myriad metaphors to explain and educate. One of the creepier descriptions, from a sect I used to belong to, is “many in body, one in mind.” A poor translation from Chinese through Japanese, I hope. Anyway, droughquake’s stated goal is hard enough without the concept of cultural appropriation. And what of Mojo itself? Talent borrows; Genius appropriates? Can you imagine Petronius Arbiter on the warpath over Mojo?

Watching Kohl tend to his job as Burtron’s assistant—quite ably, I think—I can recall few words in Mojo about Kohl working, that is, adding value to society. There was that modeling job at the Flying Dutchman. Anything else? A while back, he complained of being poor in a way that suggests to me that he might have grown up comfortably, but then fell out with family. Being tossed out for being gay would be the stereotype, but I suspect that Kohl bears some of the blame. Just a guess. Anyway, he can apply himself when it suits him.

This is gonna be good.

But not too closely, I guess. The audience is in another room.

And I remember MIchael Steele’s short stint as chair of the RNC, with Rush Limbaugh in the role of the brokerage-house Massas.

In full pity-party mode, nothing else is a consideration. (He’s got that lament bass going on. ) But maybe he could use some training from a dom. So far, he proving to be a slow learner.