I don’t have another day off until next Sunday. That thought alone made me really tired yesterday.
Well, “tired” is not really the word. I was reluctant to do anything because I felt like there just wasn’t any time. Just for me, I mean.
Still, I managed to take care of the 722 cats. And do laundry. And meditate, do prayer work, do yoga. Do some editing for the TV pilot package. Speak to Peitor on the phone.
And also!
I finally watched “Emilia Pérez” — that movie that Sandra had asked me to watch and so I re-joined Netflix recently just for that reason.
I watched the movie yesterday, finally. Curiously, it is described as “a 2024 Spanish-language French musical crime comedy film “.
I wouldn’t describe it like that, personally. Having now seen it.
It did drum up a TON of controversy, worldwide. At awards shows, mostly. Because the movie’s central theme is about a cartel drug lord in Mexico who surgically transitions from male to female — and the lead actress in the film, Karla Sofía Gascón, did the same thing in real life. And, as I’m sure you’re aware, there is currently just truckloads of hate and ugliness being spewed at transgenders right now.
Which obfuscated the fact that “Emilia Pérez” was a really good movie.
It didn’t seem like a comedy to me. Not in any way, shape or form. It’s a very dark film, but peppered with hope for the nature of humanity. And it IS a musical — done in a very unusual way. It was in no way predictable. I can’t say if the writing was good, because it’s in Spanish and so I was reading subtitles throughout. But the acting was really good.
But in my opinion, it’s a very dark film. But a really good one.
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Okay, Phil is supposed to do a livestream tonight at 8PM eastern time. I guess we’ll see, gang. Check here later to confirm.
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Yesterday, I was looking at the archived texts I still have on my phone from my dad, and I discovered that most of the texts have disappeared!! This made me so sad.
I grabbed a screenshot of what was left, before it disappears, too — the final text from my dad (his is the white background):
End then, a couple weeks later, he was gone.
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And then on an unrelated note — Times Square used to look exactly like this in the decades that I lived in NYC:
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And really, other than that, I gotta scoot!!!
Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Two versions of the same great song, separated by about 30 years.
If you weren’t aware — at one time, Johnny Cash was Marty Stuart’s father-in-law and Marty played in Johnny’s band. If you don’t know Marty Stuart, he is a fantastic Country guitar player.
Not just that David Johansen died, but the way I found out —
I was with my 94-year-old Japanese client. I was kneeling next to his recliner and playing Louis Armstrong’s “What A Wonderful World” for him on my phone.
He wasn’t familiar with that song. And he had tears in his eyes as he was listening to it and watching the little video — and suddenly a text from Wayne popped up at the top of the screen, saying that David Johansen had died.
I swiped it away before my client could even process it. But I had definitely processed it. In a nanosecond. And so to be there like that, with my client practically in tears of joy, and that beautiful song playing, and then seeing the news and having to keep it to myself… wow.
My client had a lot of incredibly beautiful things to say to me yesterday. It was intense. So, all of it together — I left there not feeling at all like shooting a gun. So I just came straight home and skipped the open house at the shooting range.
And in the mail yesterday — there was a sympathy card from the staff at the agency where I work. Expressing sadness for my loss — for my cat being killed by a car. Is that, like, amazing, or what? They are the nicest company to work for, in so many ways.
Anyway, by the time I got home yesterday — walking in to a kitchen that had been turned sort of topsy-turvy by the foster cats — I was just worn out. On so many levels.
So today, I just want to have a really nice day.
The sun is out. It’s cold, but at least it’s March and Spring is right around the corner.
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Okay. I thought this was of interest. This is where the Government has uploaded (and will continue to upload) assassination files on JFK:
If you are interested in Judeo-Christian antiquities, this is great stuff. We are studying it (again) in Tabor’s private Patreon Group. This video is taken from our recent zoom session.
James Tabor — The Didache: A Lost and Rediscovered Text of the Teaching of Jesus Pt 1 (1 hr):
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And this has begun today! And THANK YOU (!!!) to the folks who are already downloading my free eBooks! (Direct links to my eBooks that are included in the sale are HERE. Scroll down.) (ADULTS ONLY!!)
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Okay, I think that’s kind of it.
I want to finish up the laundry, do some yoga, and then get back to editing the files for the TV series promo package.
Enjoy your Sunday, gang, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I also played the song below for my client yesterday morning. He had never heard it before. It was popular here when he was living back in Tokyo.
My client was born in NYC in 1930, but when he was 3, his father moved the family back to Tokyo because the world situation was getting dicey — just before WWII.
When my client was 17 and done with high school and WWII was over, his father gave him enough money to go back to NYC. (His father had also arranged a job for him.)
As my client was leaving Tokyo at age 17, his dad said to him: “Don’t expect me to send you any more money. If you can’t make it in New York City, then you’ll never amount to anything.” My client went on to graduate from NYU by working days as a TV repairman and going to school at night. That degree from NYU eventually landed him several Executive positions in electrical engineering in Hong Kong, Tokyo, Los Angeles, Fort Worth — and it took him all over the world. He became very, very successful.
My client certainly knew who Frank Sinatra was, but he was only familiar with the earlier songs. When I played this one for him — he was spellbound. And, yes, he had tears in his eyes. When the song was over, he whispered, “Thank you.” Enjoy, gang.
I did take my 94-year-old Japanese client back to the Peony Bistro, where we each had the sushi/sashimi lunch special, and he also had sake.
And we just had the best time. We laughed a lot. He was in such good spirits, it was even better than the last time we went.
And for some inexplicable reason, the exact moment we sat down in our booth, “Take Me Home Country Roads” by John Denver came on the sound system!!! Unbelievable, gang. That song is suddenly taking over my life and it’s only FIFTY-FOUR years old!!!
But as per the last time, he did not want his fortune cookie. Something about fortune cookies being “fake”!! So, once again, I opened his for him. It is absolutely impossible for me to leave a fortune cookie unopened.
Since he only has long-term memory left, I once again found both our fortunes uncanny.
His is the top one:
After lunch, since it was such a beautiful day, we stopped at a nature preserve not far from his house. He has a wooden leg and cannot walk too far on uneven terrains, so we just went over to the railing of the bridge (pictured below, in the Spring), then stood there for a while and looked at the sky. It was so blue. We just had such a beautiful day.
I will be going back to his house today because I now see him 3 times a week (he has a private care nurse the other 4 days). Then afterward, the shooting range is having an open house, so I will probably stop by there on my way home and see if they have a lane open for me to practice on (they have 12 lanes).
Here is the shooting center, inside and out:
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And that’s kind of it.
Tomorrow, I will be working on the pitch bible documents, but it’s starting to feel like we won’t be able to pitch this project at Series Mania this year (and by “we”, I mean Peitor, since I’m not planning to be in France anytime soon).
But we’ll just see. I feel so bad for him right now, gang. I do not know how he’s managing to cope. And he still has to make an unpleasant trip out to Los Angeles, before he can finally head back to the South of France.
Okay, well. Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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From yesterday’s drive to town, on the backroads!
I’ve posted this here before, but here it is again!! “The Wrong Thing To Do”, by Tom Petty’s other band, Mudcrutch. 2008. Enjoy, gang.
“The Wrong Thing To Do”
Well, my daddy took me campin’ Out under the stars Left me by the fire While he hit the bars And I broke my finger On a trailer hitch Mamma called daddy That son of a bitch, all right
Well a hundred miles to go You draggin’ your ass I’m in a Japanese car That ain’t gonna last And you forever drivin’ On the wrong side of the road Wearing dungarees That your mother stole
Well my mamma loved me But my daddy don’t I’m tryin’ to work it all out But I probably won’t I got a woman waiting At the top of the stairs It’s the wrong thing to do But I don’t care
Well she was blond and tall She was 23 Born into the world To get the best of me And she never paid back Half what she stole She wanted my money So I gave her my soul
Well I was flying half mast On the 4th of July In a bar in Lake City With a western tie And I was thinkin’ hard About changin’ my name And headed for Miami When the daylight came
It is a gorgeous day here and the birds are singing — this seems to be a sign that Spring is really on its way to the Hinterlands, gang. (The weather will not be so nice starting tomorrow, though.)
But because the weather is so nice today, I’ll be taking my favorite 94-year-old Japanese client out to lunch again!! Probably back to the Peony Bistro, but he and I have been discussing other places, for when the weather gets really nice.
For instance, that restaurant at the local golf course that I briefly posted about recently. It has spectacular views. So going when all the foliage is out & about is a better idea:
The restaurant/golf course is only 10 minutes from my house, but it’s 20 miles from my client’s house. So that’s a ton of driving for me.
We also want to go here — to the historic Buxton Inn. A place he and I have both been to many times, though not together, and it’s about 6 minutes from his house.
This inn is very old — from 1812. And Abe Lincoln actually spent one night there, on his way to Washington DC.
The room he slept in is now the main dining room:
Front of the inn
Inner courtyard. Can you say “weddings”???
So those lunches are coming up in our future!
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Okay, so regarding the Epstein 200-page-flop yesterday —
I’m guessing it was planned that way. (Meaning that thousands of files are missing on purpose. For now.)
When I saw the two earlier memes, I thought: Okay, now what? But it didn’t occur to me it had anything to do with Epstein…
I guess we’ll see if anything else really egregious unfolds.
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I loved this! It is in the same vein as James Tabor’s teachings and Ross K. Nichols teachings. I love that these guys are so young and are looking for the true teachings of the actual Jesus (that’s the reason why I left the ministry after I graduated from Divinity School, I wanted to learn about what Jesus of Nazareth actually taught) — and these guys have over 300K followers! It gives me hope!!
The Moses Scroll: Lost Deuteronomy & the Missing Commandment | Jesus Way Podcast 02 (2 hrs 35 mins):
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Well, if you thought there was a finite limit to the amount of stress in my life, you are sadly mistaken.
I can’t go into the details on the blog, but something really devastating has happened in Peitor’s family. He is now in Iowa, attempting to deal with it, cope with it, survive it.
And, yes, Series Mania in Lille, France, is only 3 weeks away.
For the most part, we have the essentials. We have the most important documents — the logline, synopsis, and the pilot script. We should have the pitch bible by then, too, because that only requires some editing done by me. Which I can finish doing on Sunday,
But the pitch deck — only he can do that. It requires a ton of graphic design and a thorough knowledge of photo shop. Neither of those skills are possessed by moi. We are trying our best to just cope with everything. It’s astounding, really.
But on we go, gang.
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Okay, that’s it for now. I gotta scoot and go see my favorite client.
Enjoy your Friday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I leave you with this!!
Breakfast-listening music!! Since Johnny Cash’s birthday the other day, I’ve been on a Johnny Cash kick.
From the Sun Record years. “Guess Things Happen That Way”. 1958. Enjoy, gang!!
Even though it’s still February, the birds are already singing in the mornings around here. And today is going to be another sunny day. So we’re off to a happy start.
This will be quick because I have to head out to see my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man! But I just wanted to post this video, because it amazed me.
I have posted in the past about a young musician I know in Istanbul. We met through Instagram a few years ago. I posted some of his music here when his last album came out.
Very early this morning (midday his time), he texted me on Instagram and I told him about one of my cats dying.
He sent me this video. It broke my heart in the most beautiful way. And it rang true for me & my life these days in so many ways. If you watch it, be sure to watch to the very end. What a sweet guy.
Okay, gang, have a great Wednesday, wherever you are in the world.
Yes, the sun is shining here this morning, after raining for several hours during the night.
I am so grateful that my neighbor and his wife were able to help me with burying Big Blackie yesterday afternoon. I would have been so stressed out, thinking he was out all night in the rain. He’d been wrapped in blankets since he was killed, but still.
I am just so relieved that he is buried now — right next to Lucy, with a statue of St. Francis looking over them, both.
This is a photo of him from when he first went into his new little house — that the neighbors brought over at the start of the winter. He loved that little house!!
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I have today off. I wasn’t supposed to — originally, I was supposed to be with that new client that I saw yesterday, wherein I was informed that they aren’t with the agency anymore.
So I have today off. And this is my life this morning (and this is no exaggeration): I have 9 unopened files of notes from Peitor in my inbox, that will all need editing by me for the pitch bible. And I have TWENTY texts from him on my phone, that I haven’t read yet.
Me, a few hours from now.
So I have a ton of editing to do for the pitch bible, so it’s almost sort of astounding that I was actually supposed to work today. (Peitor doesn’t even know yet that I have today off… otherwise, you know, I would have gotten a bunch of emails and texts from him during the night…)
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In other news–
From March 2nd – 8th, the annual “read an eBook sale” is going on at Smahswords.com, and all 4 of the titles I have published there will once again be FREE to download for the entire week.
All four of these books have been around for a really long time now, and I always appreciate that people keep on downloading them, year after year.
However, they are sexually explicit and intended for adult readers only!! Thanks, gang.
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Okay!!
Phil is supposed to be live tonight at 8PM, Eastern time. I cannot imagine what he could possibly tell us, since everything seems to be right out in the open now. (Assuming you live in the US and don’t watch mainstream media, that is.) Check here later to confirm.
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And last but not least, today would have been George Harrison’s 82nd birthday! (Another CIA hit, in my opinion — they killed him with cancer, after the “crazed fan with a knife” attack didn’t work.) (“Rockefeller Oil Mafia Scheme – The Cancer Cartel is the worst pathocratic mafia on the planet that needs to be fought and exposed at all costs …” full article here)
Well, I drove out to my new client’s house this morning (I had already been there one other time) only to find that they were no longer with the agency and the agency hadn’t told me. (The grown children wanted the caregiver for their mom, but the mom did not want it.)
But they couldn’t have been friendlier, so I stayed for about half an hour and chatted with them. It was a really beautiful day and they live out in the country (only 18 minutes from me– not 40 miles…)
Anyway. It was a really nice day, and since I was near the shooting range, I stopped in!
It was my first time shooting since I took the introductory class back in December. The guy working on the range today helped me get my bearings and went over the handgun with me — I was using a Glock this time.
I did one box of ammunition and he said I did great!! Especially for my first time! (I was channeling both of my fathers while shooting and I truly think they were there, helping me. I really do.)
Here’s my target!!! And the bullet holes near the grey arrows are intentional — I was aiming for those sometimes. The instructor said that on the beginner’s target, anything in that white circle near the “x” is in the bullseye. So I’m kind of in shock.
Now I just need to work on my stance, and getting comfortable with the gun, and then I can focus on just my aim. But I was really just kind of happily stunned. I’m glad I went.
Later this afternoon, my neighbor will be burying Big Blackie, so I will be able to get closure on that. Get into a better place about the fact that he even came into my life at all, and not feel so sad. What a sweet cat he was.
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Okay. Here’s this!!!! I still can’t believe how incredible this is, gang. Cleaning up the FBI !!!
Dan Bongino — 52 mins:
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And guess what else happened?
The Sweet Relief Musician’s fund for David Johansen has over 5,100 donations!! Isn’t that great??? It makes me so happy to see that. (Yes, I check it every day. I just love to see those numbers go up.)
I know he is not likely to survive the cancer at this point, but at least he won’t die in poverty.
David wears Marilyn
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Nick Cave sent out a Red Hand File this morning — about the French horn!! And how it is used in the song “Joy” on the Bad Seeds album, Wild God.
“…The French horn embodies so many complex emotions – sorrow, of course, and yearning – but it also conveys more elevated sentiments – courage, steadfastness, fidelity, dignity and nobility. “
A Sunday off, a sunny day, and the temperature is going up into the 50s (Fahrenheit)!!
I have 9 documents that I have to begin editing today for the tv series proposal package. And Peitor is enroute to Iowa, so it will be a quiet day here.
Last night, I had a really fun time watching a couple reruns of “Castle”. I knew I had liked the show a lot, back when I had actual cable television and watched regular TV all the time. But I couldn’t really remember what the show was about.
So I just randomly tuned in to Season 3, and immediately recalled why I had liked it so much, What a fun show — great acting and great writing. And just delightful characters.
I had a nice evening, after having spent another sort of intense day with the 94-year-old Japanese client. Not a bad day, it just gets so intense — this line between his incredible life, and this vague sort of twilight area that he spends reliving it all with me, as he waits to “go upstairs,” as he puts it, “to be with his wife”.
Here’s a photo of his favorite hotel in Tokyo, when he lived there in the 1970s. It was an iconic hotel that was torn down in 2015. Hotel Okura:
“The entrance to the main building of Japan’s iconic Hotel Okura in Tokyo. An outcry from architectural preservationists couldn’t stop the demolition to make way for a high-rise tower.”
Anyway. I always enjoy every moment with him, but it is always intense for me — this eventual ending of his beautiful life.
So I was happy to get home yesterday afternoon — it was sunny yesterday, too, and all the snow & ice were melting.
The 3 outdoor cats who live on my porch were having a great day — frolicking in the sunshine, and just spending time outside of their little houses.
I fed them their dinners, then had my own. And when I was turning out the kitchen lights to head upstairs, the sun was setting and I saw Big Blackie in his favorite porch chair, just staring out at the sunset.
You may recall that this past summer, a tornado touched down in our town, and Big Blackie (I don’t know what his real name was, but I have 2 stray black cats — a big one and a little one). Anyway, he was on death’s door when he suddenly showed up on my porch one day, to eat some of KonTiki’s food that I’d set out.
I had never seen a cat in such bad shape — he was literally a walking skeleton, covered in flies, and had been seriously injured by the tornado. I nursed him back to health and the chair on my kitchen porch became his new permanent home.
Looking at him last evening through the window — so healthy now, so content, so peaceful; the sun setting on what had been a beautiful day.
Around 4:30 this morning, I woke and glanced at my phone, and saw that my neighbor (the ones who have been such a blessing to me) had texted during the night to say that one of my cats had been killed by a car. They had found the cat in the road when they were out walking their dog around 11PM.
I did not know which cat. I threw on my robe and slippers and ran downstairs and went out into the incredibly dark and peaceful and star-filled freezing cold morning to find which cat was missing. I immediately saw that my neighbors had gotten Big Blackie out of the road and laid him in the grass in front of my kitchen porch.
I was so grateful to them for taking him out of the road. Not only did it spare me from having to do that, but it also kept him from getting run over multiple times.
Anyway, it was heartbreaking, but I immediately thought to myself that he died free, you know? He was happy, healthy, loved. And gone in an instant.
Here he was, out in my backyard last August, on the mend but still really thin:
I will miss him so much, but it was such a blessing, having that cat in my life for that brief, happy time.
And my neighbors continue to bless me — the husband texted me to say he had the day off and would bury Big Blackie for me.
So on we go, gang.
This idea of life and death — I have not only lost 3 cats in the last 8 months, but of course my Dad died, too, and that favorite client of mine. And in my work-life, I’m surrounded by people getting ready to pass over, who all have such wonderful stories to tell me about their long-lived lives.
Well, I have to get to that editing now.
Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya.
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The theme song from the first movie that ever made me cry. I saw “Born Free” at the drive-in with my family when I was 6 years old. I have always just adored animals.
I’m heading out to see my favorite 94-year-old Japanese client, so what’s a little more snow?
Things here are getting happily intense, gang. I now have a ton of editing to do on the pitch bible document, while Peitor now has to concentrate on the pitch deck — a similar document, but it uses PowerPoint and relies heavily on images and graphic design.
My carpet cleaning machine arrived!!! So now all I have to do is find time to use it, but I’m really happy, gang. Soon enough, my house will be sort of back to normal. (And for me, that helps de-stress — when I look at my house and it’s clean.)
Okay. I gotta scoot. Enjoy your Friday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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My off-to-town music today!! Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, “You & Me” !!!! From The Last DJ. 2002 Enjoy.
“You And Me”
Take a look At what I got I can’t promise You a lot
But you and me And the road ahead
I can’t save You from yourself You gotta want it All that’s left
Is you and me And the road ahead
Wherever that wind might blow Wherever that river rolls You know I will go with you
Lookin’ over The mountain’s crown The water roars And tumbles down
Like you and me And the road ahead
Wherever that wind might blow Wherever that river rolls You know I will go with you
More snow came during the night, gang. And it wasn’t predicted at all.
It does look kinda pretty, because it’s another really sunny day today. But it’s still incredibly cold.
Well, my regular Thursday client is now in rehab for a couple of weeks so, ostensibly, I have the day off today. They notified me of this yesterday, just as I was leaving my favorite 94-year-old Japanese client’s house.
(And what a great afternoon we had yesterday. I can tell you in all certainty, gang, that were he and I to meet at any point throughout all space and time, we would always get along famously. We have so much in common, it is ridiculous. Even though we are separated by 30 years, and have experiences separated by many continents, oceans, languages, cultures, wars, etc., we are utterly and completely simpatico.
(We have great BIG things in common, and teeny-tiny things in common.
(A case in point: yesterday, he really, really wanted vodka. His nurse keeps red wine stocked in his house, but he prefers vodka. Hugely prefers vodka. But his nurse will not keep vodka in the house. But yesterday, he was really going on about the vodka. So on a hunch, I went down to his basement — a room that is staggeringly incredible: Mid-Century Modern, a huge stone fireplace, a wet bar, and many, many rooms. All of it covered in dust and more cobwebs than you can possibly imagine. No one has been down there to entertain in many, many years. (His wife died 6 years ago, but she was terminally ill for several years prior to passing away.)
(I thought, well, let me at least check the wet bar downstairs and see if by some chance an ancient bottle of vodka might be lurking in there. It wasn’t. There were only dusty old bottles of liqueurs that no one drinks straight unless they’re on their very, very last legs of life and want it all to quickly end.
(Well, no vodka. However, a quick aside: I have an addiction to dishes and glassware. I have probably about 32 vintage juice glasses down in my kitchen , including a set of 8 that look exactly like this, circa 1970s:
(While looking in his incredibly dusty, cobweb-strung wet bar, I saw one lone glass. I reached in and took it out and — yes! — why wouldn’t he have just one of that exact juice glass from the 1970s just sitting there? Jesus. This happens constantly.)
Anyway. I digress!!!
So. While leaving his house yesterday, I found out that I have today off (unless the agency contacts me and has a client for me this afternoon). So I got excited! An unexpected day off!!
I went and ran all my errands since I was already in town, just in case I don’t have to go anywhere today. And then I got home, had a great dinner, and watched the French film, “Spoiled Brats” (“Pourris gâtés”) on Netflix (at Peitor’s request) and I just loved it.
And from there, I watched the first episode of “A Man on the Inside” and I really loved that, too!
And then I laid in bed and listened to Tom Waits’ Mule Variations by candlelight. (And why wouldn’t the first song on the album be “I’m Big in Japan” ????? Jesus, I’d forgotten about that!)
Anyway.
During the night, the on-call person at the agency texted me and then also left a voice message, asking if I could be out before dawn this morning, and drive 40 miles in the ice and snow again, way out into the country, to go back to that 91-year-old client I was with Sunday night…
No.
Even though he’s really nice, and his favorite singers are the Bee Gees and Roy Orbison, and even though he was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY….
No.
Just thinking about that endless drive, there & back, in perilous weather exhausted me and fucked up my entire night’s sleep.
So all that happy stuff from yesterday — long gone this morning.
But Kash Patel is on the horizon as the head of the FBI. And all kinds of promising Q-stuff is finally coming to pass in public. So I am trying to just breathe and let it all go, gang.
Meanwhile! An unexpected potential day off to work with Peitor on our pitch bible. So on I go.
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Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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My favorite song from Mule Variations. A fucking awesome song. “Hold On.” Tom Waits, 1999.
“Hold On”
They hung a sign up in our town “if you live it up, you won’t live it down” So, she left Monte Rio, son just like a bullet leaves a gun With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips she went and took that California trip Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind She said don’t look back just come on Jim
(Chorus) Oh you got to Hold on, Hold on You got to hold on Take my hand, I’m standing right here You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch and a ring made from a spoon Everyone is looking for someone to blame but you share my bed, you share my name Well, go ahead and call the cops you don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops She said baby, I still love you Sometimes there’s nothin left to do
Oh you got to Hold on, hold on You got to hold on Take my hand, I’m standing right here, you got to just hold on
Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me I miss your broken-china voice How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down you burn your mansion to the ground When there’s nothing left to keep you here, when you’re falling behind in this big blue world
Oh you got to Hold on, hold on You got to hold on Take my hand, I’m standing right here You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel, it’s 10 below and falling by a 99 cent store she closed her eyes and started swaying but it’s so hard to dance that way when it’s cold and there’s no music well your old hometown is so far away but, inside your head there’s a record that’s playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on You really got to hold on Take my hand, I’m standing right here and just hold on.
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