Spalding Gray is missing? This is less weird than worrisome. Spalding is one of the most interesting spoken word performers of our time. He appeared to overcome a tremendously colorful background. He performed at UCSC in 1990 or '91, and I was lucky enough to see him in one of the small theaters in the arts area. He told a story about how he lost his faith; his parents were Christian Scientists, and he initially defaulted to that belief system. One time, as a small child, he was accidently burned by a hot surface, like a radiator. Due to their faith, his parents did not take him for treatment, but instead wrapped the wound and prayed for removal of the "error." In time, the wound became badly infected, and (i think) his teacher took him to see the school nurse. When they unwrapped the wound, the nurse screamed. In that moment, Spalding was overwhelmed with the emotional reaction of a health professional. He realized his parents were going about it all wrong... (via mike)
“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he ...
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