This whole change the font back thing is starting to drive me up the walls. Today we are in concrete and I did not type, at least in Word yesterday. Edger G Robinson’s doctor recommended a high fiber diet but now they are slipping in strange food additives. I was going to use notes today but I’m working without them, like that rock climber who doesn’t use a rope. So I don’t have any idea what’s going to happen. Actually some of the ideas for this file are so new the parastoltic muscles in my brain just got done contracting to hatch out the final Product. That would be a number nineteen for you numerologists. Yesterday morning I sent two letters to Tim and failed to include that photo of you know who among the seven I sent. As you know I used an old guimic there in terms of technology – but I’ve never employed it quite like this before to force a smile from someone who obviously didn’t have one when the picture was originally taken. I performed a little face oblongation too. You know - - I guess Loretta of “soldiering on” seemingly not talking to a lot of people she used to. I find it as puzzling why she has been so distant with me as Romulans at CMK were Black Bart’s splitting with CMK in October of 1973. The relationship now sure isn’t what I envisioned. She doesn’t have Richard Powers or Bob Guyer to talk to any more. She was pretty close with them. Not unless she has Dion Warwick’s unlisted phone number. Of course Vince has that “spot warp” thing on his computer to force a Smile out of people but I don’t have that. Of course Vince talks about doing that cut out “surgery” on photos. There is a thing called an “edge finder” ht was recommending but I can do a better job manually. “Hell, we’ll do it Manually!” Thank you Mike Savage. Of course I don’t even think she talks to David S or J W as much as she used to. That would be a 192 bit personality of two shorts and t five longs, or more properly a short and a long and a long and a long and a short and a long and a long, but since we aren’t into subdivisions today that would be whole numbers. Anyhow, I woke up this morning and was lying there. Then I heard this voice repeatedly calling either “Help me” or “Help me, please”. Then I realized someone might be in real trouble and nobody was coming so I got dressed and went out to the hall. That skinny old man had fallen wearing boxers and a T shirt on the floor that was covered with blood splatters. People were arriving so I moved on. James and Larry were talking about it outside as I smoked two cigarettes in a row though my supply is short. Larry pulled the ‘Help” alarm in his room and he tells me “later I helped the man on his feet”. But- - Oscar hadn’t arrived yet so I’m puzzled. The man was still on the floor. Apparently he cut his head or something. Anyhow later I went back to bed and slept the rest of the night- - except I had some dream Mom wanted me to see some Movie everybody was talking about. She said ‘It’s 9:15 and if you hurry you can make the 9:25 showing. The Theater is just down the street.” But I didn’t want to go. I was tired and I knew this movie was nearly three hours long and that would make it after midnight.
In the morning I got up and made coffee. These are strange times. Nowdays the Lennon phrase “I don’t believe in Zimmerman” takes on a whole other meaning. So if the guy’s nose was broken by Martin where is the doctor’s report? Where are the torn or grass stained clothes or whatever that would have occurred during a knock down? How come Zimmerman has absolutely no evidence to back up anything he says and a whole lot to contradict it? Then we have yesterday and the whole Health Care thing. I finally got to see 25 or so minutes of the thing in You Tube - - after countless MSNBC and regular NBC reporters talked our head off about somehow it being a bad day for the President. I just don’t see it that way. I think Randy Rhodes is right. I think the judges were deliberately being sarcastic talking about broccoli and cell phones. When you go into a supermarket they don’t lock the door behind you and demand that you buy $250,000 worth of Brocolli before you can leave. In these times you never know when financially you can be wiped out with a single stroke of bad luck. Many equate it to police and fire and ambulance protection. You know you can count on these vital services from the government that you may never need, but you’re sure glad they are when you need them. I just kind of wonder about the whole idea being broached of inherent unfairness to the Insurance Companies by mandating that they cover certain people (jacking up premiums for everybody) if it is not “mandated” by the government to give the agencies Forced Free business. The whole thing about Health Care is kind of analogus to my Prophecy Book. There were any number of Ideas but I scrapped most of them thinking I could “go with something that would Sell” when the whole “point” of the thing got eviscerated. All that talk about either “bending the cost curve” or somehow making the whole system more “efficient” has suddenly gone by the way side.
In terms of last night- - it was ABC news and Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. Then it was Susan having her usual weirdness. I remember the part about her telling her boyfriend “You step up two steps and I’ll step down two steps”. So it was a rerun. You know, most good ideas I act on are mine. Most bad ideas are foisted on me by others. Writing both books was my idea. Having “God’s Winepress” fail was someone else’s. Marriage was my idea. Divorce was theirs. The family likes to prematurely dig my grave. I remember seeing in my baby book some application for air or welfare of something that my Mom put in in late 1969. I had quit college, dropped out, in late October 1969. I remember Al Kaders and Mrs Valasquez telling me I needed things to fill my time now. So I was set up with lunch at an Arby’s Roast Beef with that bald Pat Philips guy with only one testicle. We had a nice conversation. Then there was the morning I was supposed to have a “cup of coffee” with that sign painter guy with his nympho slut girlfriend named Shirley who didn’t like me for some reason. Nobody seemed to be at home and so I left. I asked my Mom about that form and she said “I think I wanted you to get aid to go to Santa Ana College if you were moving into a board and care home in the area really soon. We now come to about the first of February of 1974 where another College Semester came to a “natural end”. It was actually my Mom’s idea to get to know my 2nd Cousin Henry a little better. But the funny thing is I was in very little contact with him in Paccoima, but none the less felt as if I were in his shadow. I felt like I was walking on air not realizing I’d just stepped off a cliff like those cartoon characters and hadn’t fallen yet. There was Daylight Savings Time and waking up alone all those dark mornings. Just before I left I played on “Shine on Brightly” a CMK recording with Richi Valenz on lead guitar and Black Bart’s brother on the lead organ bit, and FH singing lead Vocal and Sandy, whose last name has now become an obscenity , on drums. And I played the piano part. They said “We want to do an album with a really trippy cover and a trippy title. All their albums qualify for that or damn near. Nobody can fault the graphics. They eventually decided to call this album “Viper’s Vanquish” and it had a picture austensively of a “ball room” but actually it looked like some milti tiered wavy balcony kind of in a powder blue décor with a bunch of them on one of the rows. I was not in this cover photo. I don’t even know if it was a real place or some artist’s conception. The one song has the lyrics of “My intimate friend has come and gone - - he says that I must Soldier on”. One of the suckiest songs we ever did was a remake of “Ball Room Blitz” with Cabrillo on drums. (not because of him) Also the original recording of “Keep Yourself Alive” by Queen was on this album. I wanted to talk about the piano part on the CMK recording of “One after 909”. Both FH and Richi wanted to wait till I was no longer “indisposed” in lock-up, so delayed doing this recording till late July of 1970 though FH told Richi “We’re doing this track” and Richi says back, “Yes, we are”. There’s that whole fictional thing about the mental ward lock-up I won’t trouble with now where certain liberties are taken with actual specific events- - like ‘You’ll never smoke again”. I was the guy who wanted to do all the additional “takes” on “909” to make sure I had worked out all the kinks in the elect piano part and “had it sound just the way I wanted it to”
Of course I think Henry actually did the back graphics for my book. I remember his saying “You will want somebody doing it who can work neat”. So I think the “good stuff” is his and the crappy stuff is Mine. I told Laura I featured a bunch of grapes on the cover. What I had originally invisioned was a live scene of one of these decorative rooms with some real grapes and a gold communion cup with the Roman numerals 666 carved on it. You got all the subliminal stuff on the front and back covers. The whole news Headlines thing may have been inspired by that one Dylan line about the “Tea Preacher”. The “stock market” line forms an M for melenium. Below the M besides the grapes and the cup, is one backward “fish” symbol pressing up against the “market line” as if trying to escape. On the back you have the swastikas (six of them) and the "tank tracks" and all the cryptic messages if you read upside down like "009" and 51 ohm and other stuff that's there - - and the two peace signs surrounded by that psychic spiral thing (perhaps inspired by the ending of ‘I Don’t want to be a Soldier, Mama” by Lennon. You have Mt Aararat and “death to Baal” written on it backwards, and the heavens and sky opening up and the psychic swerls, a bit reminiscent if rivers of blood or the Ming Kong delta or something, only the album was done all in blue and white, at Laura’s suggestion. When she saw the grapes I’d drawn she said “They aren’t drawn very good”. Of course even now I have the “Two Moons” and the “Moon Hut” things from Paint on my computer from Henry. And there is that Towers directory that no computer code and decipher apparently. Then Henry also left me that “Cops” game that bored me and I didn’t see the point. OK coming up on when Thom Hartmann ISN”T on.
I just wanted to talk about that thing last night a little. You thought it was really “strange” and for that matter, so do I. By the way “Pink” had nothing to do with it. Pink is far too shy to have written something like this. (the Author obviously isn’t Shy, just Secretive) There are some uncomfortable concepts introduced and some previously unused vocabulary terms such as “sub space” apparently meaning any Space that is not “hyper-space”. From a trig graph perspective, you might call it convex space rather than concave space, which hyper-space is. The whole bit about Arimid - - - so who was the “real” guy behind the “Mirror”? That would be Me. Behind the Glass Onion. I think we need to all suck in a breath and maybe get back to reality a little. We are real people now in this real world with real problems that will need real solutions to be solved. And leave it at that. There are ways in which I wish the President would handle himself better. But if the President is not allowed to comment on an unjust Police action, so called, then who IS entitled to remark on such an event? I would get my people to spread the word that I am personally shocked and offended by the shameful lack of respect the President of the United States is getting in vast segments of America. In other countries you wouldn’t think of disrespecting a leader. Here it’s allowed- - but that by no means indicated you should do it.
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