I left my god father this morning and drove up to Indian Wells to have a Cobb salad and play a round of golf. I hit twelve over par. One of the members even drove his cart over and told me to stop throwing my clubs in the air. I was very gracious with him. Then I had a Mahi Mahi Burrito and drove out to meet this girl who sees orbs. Apparently it all started happening four years ago when several thousand of them lined up in front of her and phased through her chest. She told me that she crapped her pants and then got dumped by her boyfriend. Everyone thought she was mad. For a year her family made her take one test after another until they ran out of ideas and checked her into a clinic and let her rot. But the doctors said she was fine. There was nothing wrong with her. For another two years she spent her days and nights in complete fear and finally, boredom. Apparently orbs were everywhere. Then she found this couple who’ve known about them for years, who just premiered this film called The Veil is Lifting. Who live in this community who call them in with flutes and cosmic limbo dancing and then take photos of them every Sunday after a pot luck. Their view is that certain people are simply beginning to see other dimensions superimposed upon this one. And all at the same time. They had this big presentation and a slide show at the Palm Springs Conference Centre which has a capacity of about four thousand. They showed the film and then had one person after another come up on stage and tell their story. Outside a bunch of hippies in sandals and tie-dyed t-shirts sold crystals and essential oils. I bought some hermetic deodorant and got a photo of my auric field. It was very fulfilling. Later on in the evening we went outside and the girl called them in and we all took photos with our cameras. Occasionally the same ones could be seen with different cameras at different angles. Corroboration took place with tedious regularity. The girl was thrilled to now be considered not only sane, but gifted. But the star of the show for me was really the conference centre. It’s this incredibly elegant piece of architecture. Covered in wood and flowing lines and massive, open spaces. It shits on Lincoln Centre. The carpet makes you sea-sick though.