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July 24, 2012

Damn. Think I'm Turning Democrat again. I really think so.

I still got my laissez faire mojo working--and it's not even working on me. This time it's not a weak and a lazy mind. It's realities like this that are making me reevaluate things. See in Salon by Andrew Leonard "A New Middle-Class Squeeze". It's subtitled "Need more evidence of middle-class decline and rising poverty? Evidence abounds." And if you live in America right now and you look for "it" on your own--in the cities, and the suburbs of America--you see this anecdotally and qualitatively. Here's your new developing Consumer Power, Jack.

Posted by Holden Oliver (Kitzbühel Desk) at 11:38 PM | Comments (0)

Two Bunch Palms: Peace, Love, Hot Water, Lithium.

Certainly all about its clients, Two Bunch Palms is an older and vaguely Bohemian resort and spa in Desert Hot Springs, California with a small but famous lithium-laced hot springs grotto. Beautiful, tranquil, quiet, no cell phones. Rabbits, orange and lemon trees, and the aromas of the mineral water streams are everywhere. Everyone is issued a robe. Been here about ten times now--and so with no embarrassment I wander around in my "toga" like a contented mental patient for everything except dinner. 2BP is anything but trendy, slick or networky, and for that reason it's remained popular with the Los Angeles film and European business communities.

It's only ultra-fancy here if you ask for it, and people leave you the hell alone. If you drift into, say, Jeff Bridges, or Dana Delaney, floating around with you in the grotto, you just nod and smile back pleasantly like a Hare Krishna devotee or a Moonie. Nothing more. Not even a super-agent like Ari Gold would have the heart or lack of class to hit up an actor, director or studio exec with a project or an idea in the 2BP grotto. The resort even made its own cameo appearance in Robert Altman's 1992 film, The Player. A great place to relax, think, write, plan and, if you are a Griffin Mill, plot.

Hey, making movies can be murder.

Posted by JD Hull at 12:53 AM | Comments (1)