The Surface Of The Moon
In 2003, I joined the gaggle of 135 candidates (including Arnold Schwarzenegger) running for Governor of California. Eighty 'alternative' candidates (as we fancied ourselves) held a big meeting on the aircraft carrier USS Hornet, docked at Oakland. After the exhilirating confab - a testament to the power of participatory democracy - we came down the gangplank to meet the press.

I noticed Fox TV-2's wide-angle-lens camera slowly panning across my face. That evening, a laughing friend from Palo Alto called to tell me what he had seen on TV.

In adolescence, I had had a rough encounter with acne. Like a satellite orbiting the moon, the camera gave the TV-news audience of the entire San Francisco Bay area a detailed investigation of the cratered surface, with eerie music playing in the background.

This, my friends, was uncalled for.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 12 Jun 2009, 21:41, Reply)