You know it’s a great day when these gorgeous neighbors agree to drive me to town and back to get the groceries!!
Sadly, I only need about three things, but one of those things is dry cat food, so I absolutely have to go back to town today. Yes. Drive 50 miles for 3 things… Such is life in the Hinterlands.
Then, this afternoon, I’m working with Val from Brooklyn again. To try to get that Zazzle store up & running so that you can finally get all those coffee mugs you’ve been dreaming about!!!
Or perhaps your dad’s birthday is coming up? I know my dad’s is! So I’m gonna get him one of these!!
Yes! Who could forget the Big Book of Hot Women’s Erotica that I edited for the Venus Book-of-the-Month Club almost 20 years ago??!!
(I actually loved that book. Some of those writers I edited back then were just incredible. “The Dairy Kings” by Iris N. Schwartz, and “The Orange Grove” by Kiini Ibura Salaam both spring to mind! What lush and playful and wonderful imagery.) ( But I never understood why the publishers insisted on calling it the “big book” when it was actually a rather slender volume….)
Anyway.
No way on Earth am I buying that apron for my dad….
Meanwhile!
MarilynsRoomBooks.com is partially up and running. At least, the homepage is up! I’m going to add more pages that include links to books that are out of print, or in French, etc.
I’m trying to get as much done as I can before Sandra and I have to tackle Act Two. It is already mid-July. Two months from today, the show goes into rehearsals in Toronto. 8 weeks. 60 days. Basically, right around the corner…
Oh!
I forgot to post this yesterday. From Real Raw News over the weekend. It’s starting, gang:
“19,000 Doctors Indicted for Covid Crimes
[…] A JAG source familiar with the indictments told Real Raw News that the indicted doctors took part in an unethical and unlawful partnership with the CDC and NIH during the Covid Plandemic. The CDC/NIH incentivized the offending physicians to coerce patients to get vaxxed even if the patients remonstrated against the potentially lethal jab. Health professionals were encouraged to do everything short of physically striking a patient to win compliance. Tactics included berating the elderly and telling pregnant women that unvaccinated mothers-to-be were jeopardizing the lives of unborn children. The CDC/NIH also encouraged physicians to threaten to “divorce” patients unwilling to get vaxxed, and to tell patients their names would be added to a “refused vaccination” blacklist. Many patients were denied lifesaving treatments and medications. […]”
Yes, I sat at my desk for most of the day yesterday, with the Novitiate file open in front of me on my laptop.
And, yes! I did manage to edit two sentences the entire day!!!
But some days are just like that.
Perhaps today will yield something a little more fruitful, but two perfect sentences are still better than two sentences that were only okay…
I’m not going to tarry here today, gang. I want to make some progress on marilynsroombooks.com today, in addition to working some more on Novitiate. (There’s probably at least one sentence there that could be just a little bit better!!)
But before I go —
I thought this was very, very interesting, gang. I’m not supporting any candidates right now — everything is either optics or a psyop (or both?). But I did think Vivek Ramaswamy was a decent guy…. Oops! My mistake.
Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand File this morning that was full of his usual compassion and good advice. A reader wrote in wanting advice about how best to deal with the new responsibilities in his life after his father’s stroke.
“…I have found that embedded within these challenges there is almost always the opportunity for renewal or transformation. That is the plain but uncomfortable truth. I say this with a much conflicted heart, but it seems clear to me that the heartbreaks that routinely befall us – personally, societally or universally – are, in fact, the necessary gifts of change. These painful upheavals always provide us with the option for self-destruction or for transcendence. Heartbreak can be the engine of obliteration or growth. The choice is ours.[…]”
James Tabor — Jesus’ Empty Tomb? Just the Facts Please! (1 hr 12 mins):
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And that’s it for right now!
Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Oh yes! My lying-in-bed-with-my-cup-of-coffee-listening music from this morning!!
Rod Stewart’s classic “Maggie May,” from Every Picture Tells A Story, 1971. (Yes, this means that I was eleven years old when I first fell in love with this song! And NOW, sadly, I’m older than Maggie May…) Okay, gang! Enjoy!!
I know, it looks like I’m driving to town again, with someone else’s family, again, and we’ve packed plenty of snacks for that 50-mile journey….
I’m actually not doing anything like that at all today!
It is a truly glorious Sunday morning here, gang — with no sign of rain for today. And even though I need to do a little vacuuming & some dusting around here…
And even though laundry is already underway…
I have all of today to MYSELF, with nothing pressing to do except work on Novitiate!!!!
Yay.
I went to sleep last night later than usual — oddly enough, I came home from the train station feeling really happy. I’ve been doing some specific visualization experiments lately, that center around the job, and they’ve been manifesting remarkably well. However, yesterday’s visualization was uncannily effective. just staggering.
So I came home late, but didn’t feel like going right to sleep. Even though at 6AM on the dot, I awoke, as usual, because Kon Tiki of the Great Outdoors (and Ginger Boy, too, it turned out) would be waiting patiently on the kitchen porch for me to feed her.
Anyway, that’s my long & drawn out way of saying I’m kind of tired here this morning; I could have used another hour of sleep. And after feeding 11 cats, and myself, I took my cup of coffee back to bed with me. And I looked out at the glorious morning outside my open windows and I thought about the incredible visualizations I’d done last evening, and also about some other things on my horizon that are wonderful but a little startling… and I said, “Thank you, God!”
And then a tiny snippet of birdsong filled the air outside my windows. Just a brief little song and nothing else. No chirps, no more singing. Just silence.
And I took that as the entire Earth saying, “You’re welcome.”
Okay, I saw this on Dr. Reiner Fuellmich’s channel and wanted to share it.
First, I’ll preface it by saying that, around this area of Ohio, a lot of people got vaxed and a lot of people died from it — and a lot of older people died from remdesivir at the local hospital.
I know, from my 2 and 1/2 years at the health food store, that a lot of people also suffered really damaging side-effects from the vax that wouldn’t go away.
For a couple of years now, it has been circulating around here that “people don’t want to work”. There are help wanted signs everywhere. People are allegedly sitting at home enjoying unemployment benefits, not wanting to work.
Last year, I told my Q-following friend at the health food store, “What if it’s these vaxes, taking people out of the work force?”
“HIV Aids, Corona Covid, and other mind control illusions
In this first of two episodes, Dr. Reiner Fuellmich and co-host attorney Dagmar Schön conduct an in-depth interview with Celia Farber, an American-Swedish print journalist and author who wrote for numerous renowned magazines and has gained particular notoriety for her investigative research and publications on topics related to the pharmaceutical industry and abuse of media power. In the face of fierce opposition from so-called “”modern science,”” she called HIV/AIDS an unscientific psychological operation that has destroyed countless lives under the auspices of Dr. Anthony Fauci.“
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From yesterday–
Ross K. Nichols – The Biblical King of Hearts (45 mins):
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Other than that, I’m just in a really great place today, gang. And I’m going to get started here on Novitiate.
I hope you have a splendid Sunday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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My breakfast-listening music this morning!! Enjoy, gang!!
I dreamt I was eating. So I guess I’m very hungry.
I ate mostly eggs, asparagus, and spinach in the dreams. And I was also hoarding food.
I think that’s a first for me — dreaming about all that food. But I definitely think my body was telling me something — mostly, that on days when I have to go to the job, I barely eat anything.
Maybe it’s some sort of psychological protest on my part, I don’t know. But I can lose 10 pounds in a weekend at work. And then put a few pounds back on when I’m at home the rest of the week, working.
Still, since I started the job at the train station last September, I’ve lost 30 pounds.
I didn’t actually need to lose 30 pounds, but it’s gone now.
“I took nearly a year-long hiatus from social media to collect my thoughts and observe.
During this year, many psyops were successfully executed by big tech and governments; important events were covered up with simple distractions; people were led down wild goose chases.
Psyops are next-generation warfare.
It is important to understand how to identify psyops, the players involved, the techniques used, and pathways to run counter-psyops.”
If you want to follow Code Monkey Z’s series on substack, this is the link:
If you haven’t joined GoodLionTV yet, you probably should!!
The next installment in the Pervywood series is coming in less than 10 days, and I get a feeling you don’t want to miss it.
As far as I know, gang, she has already been executed for Crimes Against Humanity, but at the very least, she’s been under arrest for a really long time.
In his newsletter yesterday, Nick Alvear stated: “I imagine I’ll be done by the end of the weekend, but I’m giving myself 10 days in case I find other shocking details regarding this DISGUSTING expose of Madonna. You’ll never see her the same again, even if you see her as I do, this film will peel back more undeniable layers.” (Join here)
And while you’re there — don’t forget to check out, “Elegantly Wasted,” the series about who was really behind the murder of Michael Hutchens (i.e., Sir B D… and you gotta wonder, with serious claims like that thrown about, why Sir B D isn’t out there, suing the fuck out of everyone? Hmmm.)
And the series, “Eyes Wide Open: The Killing of Stanley Kubrick.” That is incredible, too. (Especially if you’re working on a novel that takes place in the summer of 1966. A most sinister summer, indeed.)
But, actually, there is just a ton of content on GoodLionTV that will just change how you look at absolutely everything. And they also have a film academy, if you want to learn how to make movies, quickly and affordably.
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Honestly, though, between GoodLionTV and psyops and the sinister underbelly of 1966, is it any wonder I can barely get out of bed in the morning on those days when I know I have to go to the train station and work? (And this doesn’t count the permanent damage I did to my leg at that second job I had a few months back. That makes getting out of bed a little tricky, too…)
But my point is —
I need to get all this stuff in my head down on the page. If I don’t, I will never be able to move on.
And I think that, compared to Novitiate, Thug Luckless: Welcome to P Town will probably take more out of me than I can even imagine. For instance, notes will randomly come to me about Thug Luckless and then I have to quickly scribble them down. That’s been going on for three years now. Yesterday, it was: Nazis live underground in P Town. A Nazi Underground.
If you are new to this blog, Thug Luckless is an AI sex robot, stranded in P Town because his owner, Mavis, died of a heart attack. P Town is a post-Apocalyptic town, where all the men and children are dead — burned alive because of “an accident at the factory.” So only jaded, hopeless women live in P town — alone — where there is minimal electricity, no plumbing, and barely enough food to survive on — but the one bar in town is always open and the soldiers are always arriving…
And now this Nazi Underground thing. Really? We’re gonna go there? I guess we’ll see. Sounds a little like A Woman In Berlin by Anonymous (a diary by Marta Hillers about Soviet soldiers in Berlin in 1945). If you never read it — it’s a book that sticks with you. And not in a happy way.
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Meanwhile… from that other world I’m always in–
James Tabor – Resurrection is NOT Resuscitation–Getting the Ideas Straight at Last! (1 hr):
And in the continuing series that delves into the Ten Commandments:
Ross K. Nichols and Jono – The Ten Words: Covet (Episode 11) (53 mins):
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And from Johnny Depp’s Instagram page this morning!!
Johnny with Gina Deuters (I think at the recent Cannes Film Festival? I don’t know):
And, of course, the Hollywood Vampires:
Okay, gang. I gotta scoot.
Have a great Friday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I leave you with something else from Berlin: “The Passenger” — from Lust for Life, Iggy Pop, 1977:
And here’s this, just ’cause I love it (Lou Reed, from Transformer, 1972):
And this, because, YES!, I love it! Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, “Stagger Lee” (1996, from Murder Ballads):
Remember how yesterday started out so incredibly great??!!
I finally had an entire day off, all to myself, on a gorgeous summer day — I was just going to work on one of my novels and spend the entire day in bliss!! Finally!!
Remember that??
Well, I wound up working on Novitiate, and I was getting some good stuff done. And early in the afternoon, I decided to take a break. I went over to my phone to see if anyone had texted me because I always keep my ringer off, and lo! and behold!!!!!
The manager of the train station texted me: “Don’t forget the mandatory staff meeting today at 3:30…”
I won’t waste your time detailing how angry I got, because of course, I had forgotten. And I won’t detail how unbelievably depressed I got, while sitting in that unbelievably boring meeting, which required 50 miles of driving and an hour and a half of my otherwise amazing day.
And by the time I got home, made dinner, took care of the cats, I couldn’t have been farther away from my creative energy if I’d tried.
I know that a lot of people lost a lot of stuff because of the fake pandemic and the lockdowns — including, for some who took the fake vax, they lost their health, and some of them lost their lives. So I’m not the only one constantly challenged by the effects of grieving and massive loss, in whatever fashion.
But some days — like right in the middle of that mind-numbing meeting yesterday — I am just so over it.
Anyway.
Phil’s livestream last night was– I don’t know what; Very disturbing??? Especially if a lot of the people you care about live in Europe??!! Christ.
I wish I could get a sense of what he says just to purposely panic people into investing in precious metals, and what he says because it’s genuinely happening.
(If you also follow Simon Parkes, you know that some of the details in the intel reported by these two is remarkably different.)
Peitor texted me a few times from Nice, France, this morning, and he couldn’t be happier. So, I don’t know, gang.
However, if you missed it, here’s the replay.
R.I.P. Miles Standish – July 12th, 2023 (1 hr 29 mins):
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I found this article very interesting, if also unbelievably depressing. But you might want to read it, in full, if you live in the States, and particularly if you live in areas prone to hurricanes (whether or not the hurricanes are manmade…)
Following the execution of FEMA Director Brock Long at Gitmo this past Monday — from Real Raw News:
“Military Puts FEMA on Notice
[…] In April, Gen. Smith’s office obtained a disturbing FEMA memorandum—part of it read like a court order—discussing how the agency plans to (mis)handle the next major hurricane strike on the eastern seaboard or Gulf of Mexico. The memo, a copy of which has been reviewed by RRN, discusses a “vaccine encouragement” program that encourages agents to probe hurricane victims about their vaccination status.
Specifically, it targets school-age children whose parents have obtained religious or medical vaccine exemptions to place kids in the public education system. The overreaching order authorizes agents of FEMA to ask parents whether their children have been vaccinated against polio, measles, mumps, rubella, varicella, hepatitis, tetanus, and, of course, Covid-19. A sickening subsection of the memo allows agents to ask teenage girls if they’re vaccinated against human papillomavirus, or HPV, a sexually transmitted infection. Scientists have linked the HPV vaccine to a marked increase in cervical cancer. […]
Also, just FYI, FEMA is notorious for going into evacuated areas and robbing people of their property and possessions. And also taking innocent people — mostly homeless people — prisoner at gunpoint. Allegedly, that was part of the Obama Regime — FEMA taking prisoners to prison barges and using them as subjects in terror experiments. Meaning: How much terror does a person need to endure before becoming completely compliant?
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Okay, before I close this and attempt a huge “attitude turnaround” before going off to work today–
I wanted to thank all of you who are continuing to download my eBooks over at Smashwords during their July Sale.
All 4 of my eBooks published there are FREE to download for about 2 more weeks. (If you missed the post on this, visit my July 1st post, and scroll to the bottom. All the links are there.) (And please remember that 87.12% of everything I write is for adults only.)
Okay!
Have a great Thursday, wherever you are in the world. And if you live in Europe, please be cautious! It might be good to get your cash out of the banks and/or stock markets and buy precious metals ASAP.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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From Peitor, this morning!! (He and I both love the French singer, France Gall, but so odd that this particular song he sent is from 1966!!)
Okay! Enjoy!
France Gall with Serge Gainsbourg, “Les sucettes” 1966
Yesterday ended just as gloriously as it started out, gang. Weather-wise! It was such a beautiful evening here in the Hinterlands.
I finally finished both the updated résumé and new bio for Sandra and got it off to her around 4PM. And finally had everything off my plate — for a little while, anyway.
And what a beautiful feeling.
During dinner last night, I watched a really cool episode of The Avengers, from 1964 (Honor Blackman as Mrs. Gale — the Emma Peele character was not in the series yet.) (Honor Blackman is also famous for having played “Pussy Galore” in the James Bond movie, Goldfinger, and “Honey West” on TV!)
As Pussy Galore, in James Bond
As private-eye, Honey West, on TV
And in 1964, my aunt bought me a Honey West doll for my birthday!!! I was absolutely thrilled!
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Anyway. I digress.
After dinner, I did yoga, took my shower, did one of the lessons in the online course I’m studying (again) on the Book of Genesis.
And then, at 9PM, when Phil’s livestream did not come on, I did something I’ve been wanting to do all summer!!
I sat out on my kitchen porch, with my Maine Coon cat, Kon Tiki of the Great Outdoors, and a visiting neighbor cat — that I call Ginger Boy. And I watched the sun go down, and watched all the fireflies blinking like crazy for as far as the eye could see. Listened to the birds singing, as they settled in for the night.
And, with nary a mosquito bothering me at all — I ate a Jonny Pop organic watermelon popsicle and just had the very best evening.
I had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO!!!! Nothing, zippo, zero, nada. Wow.
And when I went in for the night, I watched two more episodes of Yogi Bear from Season 4, followed by an utterly ridiculous episode of Huckleberry Hound!! And then I turned everything off and just listened to the night outside my open windows.
And here is a selfie from last evening — I could not believe how happy I looked, so I took a photo! (And FYI, I will be 63 in 11 days….)
Marilyn Jaye Lewis, 62 years and 354 days old!
If you are interested in reading an extremely condensed version of Sandra’s career — here is her new Bio. (For now! I’m guessing it’ll have to be tweaked a bit.)
Sandra Caldwell
Bio
“A true entertainer in every sense of the word…” – NY Times
“A black transgender woman of immense poise, beauty, and – pardon me, I can’t help it – charm…” – Variety
“A provocative entertainer combined with powerful vocal skills, Sandra Caldwell has it all…” –Toronto Star
Sandra Caldwell is a celebrated African American trans actress, singer, and writer whose 45+ year career extends throughout the worlds of film, television, and theater.
Starting out as a jazz singer – her first love – she performed with top orchestras in some of the world’s finest venues, including the Montreal Jazz Festival, the Montreux Jazz Festival, the Newport Jazz Festival, and the White House Jazz on the Lawn series. In her early days, she was a fixture in the café society set in numerous nightspots across the country, also hosting the radio show, Sunday Afternoons with Sandra Caldwell on Jazz FM91 in Toronto.
On television, Sandra was seen in recurring roles in The Gilded Age, High Maintenance, The Book of Negroes, 19-2, Soul Food, and, as a series regular, in Little Men. She had guest-starring roles in such hit shows as Law & Order: SVU and Rookie Blue. Sandra was a featured performer in many TV movies, including Good Fences with Whoopie Goldberg, and Disney’s The Cheetah Girls.
Sandra’s film work includes the upcoming Jackie Shane and Milo & Millie, as well as memorable work in past films, such as Murder at 1600; Shall We Dance, and Maya Angelou’s directorial debut, Down in the Delta.
In theater, Sandra appeared in the musical Buddy: The Buddy Holly Story (Shubert Theater); the Original Workshop for Ragtime (Live Ent. Productions); the drama Coming Through Slaughter (Necessary Angel Theater, Toronto); and was nominated for a Dora Award, the Canadian Tony, for her work in Sophisticated Ladies (Sterling Productions, Toronto).
Notably, in 2017 in the NY Times, Sandra came out publicly as transgender while in rehearsals for her transgender leading role in the critically acclaimed “Charm” (MCC Theater).
Additionally, in 2020, she spoke candidly about transgender representation in the media, in the “enlightening and heartfelt” (- LA Times) Netflix documentary “Disclosure: Trans Lives on Screen”.
A bona fide heroine of today’s LGBTQ+ generation, Sandra’s long awaited self-penned, one-woman show, “The Guide to Being Fabulous”, is a jazz musical that tells the real story of Sandra Caldwell’s unparalleled life. From a young runaway, panhandling on the streets of DC, to the Moulin Rouge in Paris, to her role as Mama Morton in “Chicago” at the Stratford Festival (“4-Stars!” – Toronto Star), she has done it all and endured it all, without losing sight of her comedic timing, her turn of phrase, or her compassion.
Yes, an entertainer in every sense of the word; ladies and gentlemen, we give you…
Miss Sandra Caldwell
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So, today I’m going to work on — I DON’T KNOW YET!! I only know it’s going to be something of my very own. And I can’t wait. And I have the whole entire day off to do it in.
Before I forget!
Here is the link to that podcast interview with Nick Cave on Spotify. I haven’t listened yet — it’s 1 hr and 19 mins.
Also–
There is still time to buy tickets to some of the cities on Nick Cave’s North American solo tour, coming up this fall. Check for available tickets HERE.
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Saw this on Real Raw News this morning:
“Brock Long Executed
Former FEMA director Brock Long was hanged at Guantanamo Bay Monday morning,[…]”
The Neo Marxist cultural agenda to weaken the male sex and obliterate masculinity. Want to find out what they’re doing to little boys in US public schools (among other things)? It’ll make you sick.
Anyway, here it is, if you missed it. Tucker interviews Andrew Tate (2 hrs):
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From James Tabor – How Bloody Torture Demanded Resurrection of the Dead (40 mins):
Yes, this morning was so unbelievably beautiful, peaceful, and quiet, that I was actually off to town to get the groceries before I even had my second cup o’ joe!
And by “groceries,” I mostly mean all the food for the many, many cats.
But I did pop in at my usual market to get organic and Non-GMO “this and that” [read: snacks]. I didn’t really need much, because I don’t go through quite as much food in a week as my cats do.
But it was really a lovely drive today. It kinda took my breath away.
I try to take as many backroads as possible and avoid the freeway until I absolutely have to get on it for the last 5 miles into town. So my whole Being was just sort of rejoicing this morning while I drove — and I really needed it.
I am still just emotionally and mentally and physically wiped out, gang.
I made great progress on the bio/resume stuff for Sandra yesterday, though, and I hope to have it all done and ready to send back to her by later today.
I really, really, really need my plate to be clear for a little while so that I can get back to focusing on my own stuff — until we need to tackle Act Two of the play, which is any day now.
Oh! Here’s one interesting thing! At the market today, they had finally taken down all that bullet-proof glass garbage that they’d put up around all the cash registers back in 2020. So I guess the fake pandemic is officially over!!
All joking aside, that was such a nice feeling, gang.
So here we go. All signs pointing to a really nice day.
Okay! I’m going to “sort of” leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning.
I actually didn’t listen to music this morning. I watched a really, really, REALLY old episode of “Yogi Bear” — and it was primo Yogi!! From the 4th season, when Boo-Boo was already in the show, but it was still early enough in the 9-season run to actually be funny. And the animation was still great — for Hanna-Barbera, that is.
The episode I saw this morning, was when, thanks to his fairy godmother, everything Yogi touched turned into a picnic basket, including Boo-Boo and Ranger Smith…. it actually brought a smile or two to my face, and made the otherwise exhausting getting-out-of-bed business that much easier to live through.
So I leave you with the really really great Yogi Bear theme song (!!) –not the first one they made in the late 50s; the song from the mid-60s. So, slip back to yesteryear for a moment and enjoy!
Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world.
I did spend most of the day, yesterday, trying to put all my notes together for Sandra’s new “official” bio — we’re talking 12 pages of notes, over 50 movie credits, 5 TV series, about 25 theater credits, and an untold amount of appearances on episodic TV shows, and then her career as a cabaret singer in Washington DC before any of that other stuff started…
At one point, I had to call her to get background stuff sorted out — from the years before I had even met her. And she was a little fuzzy on the dates & details. She said, “I remember the White House Jazz on the Lawn series was during the Carter Administration…”
Uh-oh. That’s going pretty far back.
So I said, “If it’s okay with you, I think I’ll call Wayne and see what he remembers.”
Wayne, my ex-husband in NYC, has been close friends with Sandra for a really long time. I knew they became friends in DC, where Wayne began his professional acting career (in theater), and they wound up as roommates for a while in NYC in the early 80s. But I never knew any of the details about how they met or when.
Wow. So.
It turns out that Wayne has an incredible memory.
He recalled exactly when and where they met (March 1977, at a cabaret show). And each time they met after that (summer of ’78, and again in the summer of ’79), until they became actual friends — for life.
I won’t post all the details he shared with me, because it’s personal stuff about their private lives. But it just amazed me that Wayne remembered all that stuff. So many amazing details about Sandra. And that’s going back over 45 years.
(I will add this fact– in 1980, Wayne gave Sandra the final $100 she needed for the plane fare out to Colorado to get her re-assignment surgery. )
Sandra in the early days
The details Wayne shared with me covered that gap in my knowledge of Sandra. I know so much about her amazing life before she became successful, because all of that is in the play we’ve been working on together for 8 years.
So it was really cool for me to finally see just how she made that transition from who she’d been on the streets, to who she was when I met her. (When Wayne introduced me to Sandra, in 1992, he and I were living together, engaged to be married, and she lived in Toronto by then. She was in NYC, auditioning for the Broadway show, The Buddy Holly Story.) (She got the part.)
It just humanized everything for me — having Wayne’s side of the story.
I moved to NYC in 1980. Sandra moved there in 1982, and Wayne moved there in 1984. I realized yesterday, that we all share that cultural memory of what NYC was like in that era. And suddenly, my own perspective of life back then became part of the play about Sandra’s life.
Until that moment, I was always the “outside observer” to all the facts . It’s hard to explain. But Wayne’s memories changed all of that for me yesterday.
Manhattan in the 1980s
Anyway. It’s always great to chat on Sunday with Wayne!
He always makes a “Sunday dinner” for himself and his roommate, and he sends a photo out to a group on Instagram (always including the filthy ashtray and the lit cigarette, which is my favorite part!!!).
I was “officially” added to the group yesterday evening —
Lobster rolls, watermelon & feta salad, and cigarettes!
All right, gang. I gotta scoot! I need to get back to that bio.
And then, after that, Val in Brooklyn and I are going to get back to work on my zazzle “coffee mug” store and marilynsroombooks.com!!!
I hope you have a great Monday, wherever you are in the world.
I sort of have the day off, if you don’t include spending the entire day either working on Sandra’s bio/resume, and/or working with her, later, over the phone…
At least I don’t have to drive 50 miles, and put on my happy/helpful face, and find the energy to genuinely be nice to people for 7-9 hours, while being utterly exhausted and thoroughly preoccupied, and trying really hard to convince myself to just hang on…
When, when, when, right? When is that full disclosure coming? When will the big shift finally, well, shift?
It gets so hard to even get out of bed in the morning. The overwhelming fatigue from 3 years of it. Even though I don’t report on very much of it on the blog anymore, I haven’t left the movement; I still stay on top of the channels, the podcasts, the updates. The waiting is almost as exhausting as all the reporting was. (Almost.)
Not having to get out of bed and do anything but feed the cats at least helps me actually get out of bed.
So, yay for Sunday…
This morning, “Nancy Drew” posted this and I am definitely one of those people she is talking about. So, in the event that you are, too — here is what she said. It might help:
As far as “the job” goes, I really don’t have any complaints. It’s just the physical need to be present there, when there is so much other stuff that could use my attention, my creativity, my energy — that, plus all the driving– that’s what exhausts me.
One nice thing that has developed, strangely enough: quite a few of the customers from the health food store have discovered that I’m now working at the train station. (Different towns, but right next to each other.)
So not only do I make cocktails for people, I answer their questions about somewhat obscure health supplements or about which naturopaths or holistic doctors in the area are getting the best results for people and why, etc. And I’m still trying to help people (women, especially) reclaim their bodies & their minds after having gotten the MRNAs.
It is incredibly satisfying, when they come back to tell me, “Oh my god, Marilyn, that stuff is actually working.”
Obviously, I don’t mind doing that. All the information is still right there in my head. But I’d always rather be at home, working on 2 particular novels-in-progress — both books extremely transgressive — that, with any luck, will long outlive me and act as a further warning to humanity to never, ever, ever let this happen again.
And when I think of the enormity of what “this” has been , I just want to lay down and die. The evil that humanity is capable of, over and over and over– most of all, nowadays, to its children — and the amount of people, the world over, who are oblivious to it and who just think it’s normal now to doubt the existence of a higher creative force (often called “God”), without having a clue that this was done to them systematically…
Talk about opening that Nietzschean door to let evil just walk on in. (Jettison morality; kill God, and you get to allow everything with a shrug and just go about your business.)
Anyway. On an oddly similar note…
This was very interesting yesterday. If you study the history of the Bible and not just the theology of it, there are all sorts of other horrors to consider that come under the banner of “God.” (When people say that they follow the Bible, live their lives by it, I right away wonder: Wow. Have you ever actually read it??)
Anyway. Worth one hour of your time.
Ross K. Nichols – Sacrifice: A Dogma of Death (1 hr):
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Okay.
The laundry is done and I’m going to get back to work on sorting out Sandra’s incredible bio.
Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Another great one from my Top 23+3 Entire Albums list of Nick Cave’s best!
“Train Long Suffering,” 1985. From the Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds album, The First Born is Dead. Enjoy!
“Train-Long Suffering”
Woo-wooooooo Woo! In the name of pain! (In the name of pain and suffering) In the name of pain! (In the name of pain and suffering) There comes a train! (There comes a train) Yeah! A long black train (There comes a train) Lord, a long black train
Woo-woo! Woo-woo!
Punched from the tunnel (The tunnel of love is long and lonely) Engines steaming like a fist (A fistful of memories) Into the jolly jaw of morning (Yeah! O yeah!) O baby it gets smashed! (You know that it gets smashed) O baby it gets smashed! (You know that it gets smashed)
I kick every goddamn splinter Into all the looking eyes in the world Into all the laughing eyes Of all the girls in the world Oooooo-woooooh She ain’t never comin back She ain’t never comin back She ain’t never comin back She ain’t never comin back And the name of the pain is… And the name of the pain is… And the name of the pain is… And the name of the pain is… The name of the pain is A train long-suffering
On rails of pain (On rails of pain and suffering) There comes a train (There comes a train long-suffering) On rails of pain (On rails of pain and suffering) O baby blow its whistle in the rain
Woo-oo Woo! Woo-oo Woo!
Who’s the engine driver? (The engine drivers over yonder) His name is Memory (His name is Memory) O Memory is his name (Woooooo-wo!) Destination: Misery (Pain and misery) O pain and misery (Pain and misery) O pain and misery Hey! Hey! (Pain and misery) Hey! That’s a sad lookin sack! Oooh that’s a sad lookin sack! And the name of the pain is… And the name of the pain is… Ooh the name of the pain is A train long-suffering
There is a train! (It’s got a name) Yeah! It’s a train long-suffering O Lord a train! (A long black train) Lord! Of pain and suffering Each night so black (O yeah! So black) And in the darkness of my sack I’m missing you baby (I’m missing you) And I just dunno what to do (dunno what to do) (Train long-suffering) (Train long-suffering) (Train long-suffering) (Train long-suffering) O she ain’t never comin back O she ain’t never comin back O she ain’t never comin back O she ain’t never comin back And the name of the pain is… And the name of the pain is… The name of the train is… The name of the train is Pain and suffering
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