Fwd: Be Advised - Malibu Art Association

So, I got copy of the Articles of Incorporation from Secretary of State proving the MAA as a 501c3 is member voting driven, and under statutory law they can’t dissolve it without a vote, and the statutory request/demand for the membership list, written by the legislature specifically to prevent a board from doing what they are—they have until the 19th to produce that list and contacts.

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From: John De Herrera <john@alipes.org>

Subject: Re: Be Advised - Malibu Art Association

Date: August 15, 2026 at 7:54:14 AM PDT

To: John De Herrera <john@alipes.org>

Cc: Martha , Pamela, Barbara, Carla, Tim

For the record, because I've been a surfer my whole life and all last decade hung out at the Rincon and Malibu Pits—where surfers get drunk and sometimes fight—I have a number of stories I’ve heard about myself which are mischaracterization or outright untrue. All I ask is that I’m allowed to face any accusations.

Not only a surfer, I’m poet/artist/playwright and just a had a staged reading of a play earlier this year, and I tend to look at everything in terms of narrative. The narrative here is that when I was first accepted and confirmed as member, Bonnie used to ask me for help with MAA, and at one of the Legacy shows early on, I said to Bonnie and Martha, that if I was going to get involved, I needed to see the bylaws—because I’ve already dealt with other art associations and egos.

Then Pamela said I was being kicked out for selling at Legacy on an off day, to which I replied I have a right based on the deed to the park, and what’s more, would not nor ever feel the need to mention MAA outside sanctioned events.

Then we finally had the “emergency” Zoom, that I’d been pushing for months, and it was for 5pm on a Monday, and there were members saying they’d help, but they’d just like to have an idea of what that looks like, whereupon you coughed up a communication that an email with details would be sent out. It’s now Saturday, and nothing. In terms of narrative—that’s criminal.

If it wasn’t clear in the initial email, just turn over the list, shred everything else, and let Helen/Alia/Mary reach out to membership.

I made a good sale off a call-back recently, so I have funds and time—and I’ve been grilling AI to get all the answers—and I will file an ex parte in Santa Monica. Not because I don’t have anything better to do, but because I like to sleep at night, and when the narrative of life throws something criminal at you, you act.

In the ex parte proceeding I must inform you by 10am the day before the hearing. If you show up, you’ll hear me present to the court all the emails leading up to now, and how the “emergency” meeting was a sham, and while the judge may not issue the order, it will be on the radar with that court, and of course I’d be reporting back.

Based on everything you've demonstrated, you ought to hand everything off to Helen/Alia/Mary and any other members who want to revitalize MAA.

If the joke is on me, and you want MAA to go on, but just want me gone—you could always ask.

John

On Aug 14, 2026, at 3:37 PM, John De Herrera <john@alipes.org> wrote:

Correction on that statute: it is California Corporations Code § 6330, giving respondents five days to produce the membership list.

John

On Aug 14, 2026, at 8:39 AM, John De Herrera <john@alipes.org> wrote:

 

poem

In surf culture, like sewing culture or any other; it's always about who’s been doing it longest and who really rips. 

neat; the yellow one was one of my favs

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Db1KToNvipu/?igsh=NjZiM2M3MzIxNA== Sent from my iPhone

who is making these?

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1232236138968741/?fs=e&mibextid=wwXIfr&fs=e Sent from my iPhone

nice

https://fb.watch/ISmaaWJ3dA/?mibextid=wwXIfr&fs=e Sent from my iPhone

remember when this one came out? good gawd

https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-unforgiven/1572046434?i=1572046440 Sent from my iPhone

poem

 (untitled)

It is just past my sixth decade

as a beautiful sapient animal

amongst so, so many others;

and I have tried many times

to re-write a poem I lost

with a computer crash some

three decades ago.

It was the idea of the fox

being set loose to escape

hounds and horses

and the drunk men on them.

And sometime after that,

there was the visit

to a Mediterranean island,

to clear rocks from the airstrip,

and paint the cabana next to the pool;

where a native fox would sometimes come

to my beckoning with a piece of apple,

and other days trot right past

as if we never met.

And many times I have turned over

this fox in my mind; and many times

I’ve wondered why? Why do they

repeatedly appear in late rumination?

An old fox, who got away,

but like everyone,

never really does.