I’ll be seeing my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man today. And it’s our day to get sashimi and sake. And maybe stop at the Nature Preserve again on the way home, because it is such a beautiful day.
Although, sometimes we just sit in the car with the windows open and look at all the nature, because he is sometimes too tired to get out of the car and be in all the nature.
Still, there is plenty of nature to look at!
Spring Valley Nature Preserve, Granville
And then it’s also my day to run some quick errands in town on my way home, but it should still be an easy, lovely day. We shall see!!
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Phil did indeed do his live last night.
The conclusions he comes to about Charlie Kirk essentially match what Mike King said yesterday morning.
First off, Nick Cave‘s official Instagram site announced this morning that on September 15th there will be an announcement about something that will happen on July 31, 2026! Yay! What could be more exciting??
And here’s this!
The final set list of Nick Cave’s Solo Tour of Europe 2025! Practically the best encore ever!! (I don’t actually know what would be the “Best Encore Ever”, I’m just sayin’ this one is really great!)
And a few photos from the final night of the tour — in Luxembourg:
I am getting ready to be CRAZY busy. Again. And so I must take every moment I can for what’s left of September to FINISH The Curse of Our Profound Disorder, and then get it off to the publisher, poste haste– and to Wayne!! So that the novel can finally be done (first draft, at least) and I can, once again, clear my desk for some Sandra-related projects that will likely take over my life.
Yay!
We shall see, gang. I will let you in on more details as talks progress.
Meanwhile, we’re really happy over here.
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And I guess that’s it for now. 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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I leave you with this!
I’m not sure when I’m gonna stop playing that playlist from 5 years ago…
What a weird time warp it creates: “Here! Listen to some songs you loved listening to 5 years ago, that were already really old songs 5 years ago!”
And it turns out, I still love them so now I can’t quit playing them!!
Ironically, here’s this for today!!
Tom Petty, “Time to Move On”, 1994. From his wildly successful solo album, Wildflowers. Enjoy, gang.
“Time To Move On”
It’s time to move on, time to get going What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing But under my feet, baby, grass is growing It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going
Broken skyline, movin’ through the airport She’s an honest defector Conscientious objector Now her own protector
Broken skyline, which way to love land Which way to something better Which way to forgiveness Which way do I go
It’s time to move on, time to get going What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing But under my feet, baby, grass is growing It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going
Sometime later, getting the words wrong Wasting the meaning and losing the rhyme Nauseous adrenaline Like breakin’ up a dogfight Like a deer in the headlights Frozen in real time I’m losing my mind
It’s time to move on, time to get going What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing But under my feet, baby, grass is growing It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going
Just got off the phone with Sandra and in addition to some great news about “The Guide to Being Fabulous” (which I am not at liberty to discuss yet), she had some ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC other news, about a BRAND NEW project that I am ALSO not at liberty to discuss yet!!!
But, gang, I am on Cloud 9!!!!!
I will keep you posted when I can, but it will be a while. But I am over the moon!!
Also.
I discovered THIS while looking for something else just now!!!!
And it is signed in INK. This was given to my birth dad, who was career Navy (a Navy SEAL, actually).
I have since ordered a frame for it (and for 2 other citations for him from Vietnam that I just “found” but signed by other people) so that I can hang them on my wall.
Wow.
Yes! Signed “Richard Nixon” in ink.
These citations have been sitting in my storage closet for nearly 40 years!!!
Okay, gotta scoot!! Need to finish The Curse Of Our Profound Disorder before my life gets completely out of control!!!
Tonight, Phil goes live at 7PM. Primarily because today is the anniversary of 9-11. But also, because of Charlie Kirk.
Check here later to confirm, but I seriously HOPE he does not cancel.
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Okay.
I’m posting late because Bobby McGee and Freddie McFee had their post-surgery follow-up visit to the vet this morning, and they passed with flying colors.
They are now free to go on with their frisky little lives!
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Okay.
So as of this moment, I have the rest of the day off.
I’ve already taken my walk — and, wow, what a gorgeous morning it is out there. Unbelievable.
I sure could use an afternoon, hanging with my Q-following friend at Tequilaville — yesterday wore us both out.
But as luck would have it, we’re having lunch together on Monday — to belatedly celebrate her recent birthday — at Three Tigers Brewing Co in Granville!! So I’m just going to hang around here today and write.
3 Tigers Brewing Co
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Here’s this.
From Instagram yesterday–
I’m posting this because he was my cousin. He was actually first cousins with my Grandma — my favorite person on Earth. Their fathers were brothers. They all came over from Poland together, in the early 1900s.
Star of stage & screen in the 1930s & 40s, John Garfield:
John Garfield
Oh, and here’s this:
“…Near the end of his life, in an effort to clear his name, Garfield began work on an article for Look magazine, in which he would denounce communism without “naming names”; his lawyer advised him to concede that he had been “duped” into contributing time and money to communist front groups.[11] He then arranged to meet with the FBI to press his case. At the meeting, however, the FBI representatives showed him a dossier on his wife Roberta (known as “Robbe”), which included her old Communist Party membership card and cancelled checks to events sponsored by the party, and said that the FBI would clear him if he signed a statement betraying Robbe as a Communist. Garfield instead responded with an angry expletive and walked out of the meeting.[11] Writer and director Abraham Polonsky, who worked with him on two films, stated that Garfield ‘defended his street boy’s honor and they killed him for it.‘”
[Hmmm… murdered for his alleged politics. Where have we heard that before?]
Oh, and here’s a photo of me and my older brother with my Grandma, my above-mentioned favorite person on Earth, on the shores of Lake Erie, in Cleveland, in 1966.
And just for your information — she was raped to death (her heart exploded) in her hospital bed, after open-heart surgery, at age 89. In Cleveland. My favorite person on Earth.
The shit never stops, does it, gang?
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Onward.
Okay.
From last night’s sold out show in Luxembourg!
The alleged set list, but it seems that sometimes they veer from the official list. Still, the fantastic enocre (sometimes known as “an encore”) continues:
And Nick (and Colin) apparently took in some art yesterday. Here’s Nick:
And also —
Nick with a happy fan yesterday:
No, I’m not going to say a single solitary THING about how short his hair is here… I’m only going to say that whoever is in charge of ensuring his hair is never above his shoulders, needs to be re-assigned to a different task, pronto.
And here’s this again, just because, gang, you have no idea how much this is helping me move forward around here! It’s taped to my wall now, by my desk, and I read it constantly. And I work on the novel.
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I love you guys. Let’s just hang in there.
And enjoy our Thursday, wherever we are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
See ya.
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Again, from the playlist of 5 years ago!!
Kind of suits today, doesn’t it?
Don Henley, “The End of the Innocence”. 1989. From the album of the same name. Play it quietly. Look up at the sky. Remember everything you’ve ever known in your life. And then enjoy, gang.
“The End Of The Innocence”
Remember when the days were long And rolled beneath a deep blue sky Didn’t have a care in the world With mommy and daddy standin’ by But “happily ever after” fails And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers dwell on small details Since daddy had to fly
But I know a place where we can go That’s still untouched by men We’ll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass waves in the wind You can lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence
O’ beautiful, for spacious skies But now those skies are threatening They’re beating plowshares into swords For this tired old man that we elected king Armchair warriors often fail And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales The lawyers clean up all details Since daddy had to lie
But I know a place where we can go And wash away this sin We’ll sit and watch the clouds roll by And the tall grass waves in the wind Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair spill all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence
Who knows how long this will last Now we’ve come so far, so fast But, somewhere back there in the dust That same small town in each of us I need to remember this So baby give me just one kiss And let me take a long last look Before we say goodbye
Just lay your head back on the ground And let your hair fall all around me Offer up your best defense But this is the end This is the end of the innocence
Well, the writing went great yesterday. And one of the great things about when writing goes great — is being able to read it over afterwards and realize it still needs work.
To me, that’s a good thing — knowing when I’ve got something but it could still be tighter.
I’m going to try to get back to it quickly here this morning, because I’ve got back-to-back shifts again today and won’t have time to do any writing when I get back here later tonight.
However, it will be 2 great shifts today!
My favorite 95-year-old Japanese client!!
Followed by enough time to stop for lunch again HERE:
OOPS! Of course, I meant HERE — at the Subway that’s around the corner from where my adorable client Molly used to live:
And BTW, they play the best music there — Classic Country. The real stuff, from the old days!
And then, off to my next favorite client — the retired Chaplain who is back from Florida!!
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Okay!
Finished watching the documentary “Sad Vacation — The Last Days of Sid and Nancy'” last night. It was sad, but good. Definitely a trip down Memory Lane. Not a particularly happy trip, but it did bring back memories.
While watching it, I suddenly recalled that I was away at college when all that happened to Sid and Nancy. I remember how shocking it was back then (Fall, 1978).
I went to college so briefly (3 months) that it was sort of shocking just to think I have any memories at all from that time away at school. But I do.
I hated college — my parents forced me to go. All I really wanted to do was go to NYC and be a singer-songwriter, but they both were, like: NO. You’re going to college.
I was really smart, and graduated in the top of my class in high school — was one of 2 Valedictorians. Graduated with Honors, etc. But that didn’t mean I wanted to keep doing it. At all. I absolutely hated school.
Anyway. So I was forced to go to college — I went here:
I made every effort to attend classes but the classes were so fucking boring. Honestly, the old TV show from 1969, Room 222, was way more interesting than college was!! Honestly. It really was. And it was a show about high school. (What a great show.)
So I eventually said: Fuck this. And quit going to classes and mostly stayed around my dorm room and watched reruns of M*A*S*H…
…and just generally got drunk with my roommates in the evenings (they were all studying to be Engineers). (Oh, and the ubiquitous sex and sex and sex and sex….) (with both guys and gals) (It was the 1970s, after all…)
Until it was time to go home for Christmas and I informed my family that I had dropped out.
They were super excited to hear that!
“We’re just so proud of you!!”
HOWEVER– after a quick move out to California (hated it there, too), and then back to Ohio to work in a factory (hated it there, too) — I eventually wound up in NYC — YAY!!. Became a singer-songwriter– YAY!!
AND– got a degree in Audio Engineering there in 1981, as luck would have it. Top of my class.
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Okay!!
I did start watching “Room 37: The Mysterious Death of Johnny Thunders” last night. It is intense. I can tell it’s going to be creepy, but that’s all I can discern, so far.
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And now I gotta scoot, so here’s this!!
TONIGHT!!
In Luxembourg!! The first of 2 sold out shows and then Nick Cave’s Solo Tour of Europe with Colin Greenwood on bass comes to a close!!
So, wake up and get moving, gang!! It’s almost showtime!!
Probably my most favorite photo of Nick Cave and Rowland S. Howard from the old days. Here, they are most likely thinking about how boring college is…
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And that’s it. I’m outta here!
Enjoy your Wednesday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I leave you with this!!
Another song from that playlist of songs I was listening to 5 years ago!!! (That playlist is a real mindfuck, gang, but in the best way.)
Bruce Springsteen, “The Price You Pay”, 1980. From his fantastic album, The River. Which, as fate would have it, came out right before I moved to NYC!! Okay. Enjoy, gang.
“The Price You Pay”
You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks Out on to an open road, you ride until the day You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay
Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies And in one last breath, they built the roads they’d ride to their death Driving on through the night, unable to break away From the restless pull of the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay Now you can’t walk away from the price you pay
Now they come so far and they’ve waited so long Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong Where the dark of night holds back the light of the day And you’ve gotta stand and fight for the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay Now you can’t walk away from the price you pay
Little girl, down on the strand with that pretty little baby in your hands Do you remember the story of the promised land? How he crossed the desert sands and could not enter the chosen land On the banks of the river, he stayed to face the price you pay
So let the game start, you better run, you little wild heart You can run through all the nights and all the days But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign That counts the men fallen away to the price you pay And girl, before the end of the day I’m gonna tear it down and throw it away
I don’t know about you, gang, but I slept great last night.
Part of it was because of the weather. Part of it was because I knew I had another day off today (yes– the Agency has texted me 3 times already to pick up shifts on my days off, but I have declined all of them).
Most of it, though, is because I’m getting such great work done on the novel-in-progress, The Curse of Our Profound Disorder.
Even though I managed to take a walk yesterday, do yoga, and listen to another lecture in the course about Protestant Reformation, I was still able to get 6 hours of work done at my desk on the novel.
To me, that’s heaven.
And during dinner, I started to watch this — I’m about halfway through:
I follow one of the producers of the film on Instagram and she posted something about the film yesterday, so I started watching it.
It’s a documentary from 2016, that pretty convincingly proposes that Sid Vicious did not kill Nancy. That basically the NYPD didn’t want to waste time investigating a death involving a bunch of junkies.
It’s a sad movie, but it’s really good:
“Sad Vacation is an up close and personal account of the tumultuous and stormy relationship between Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen and how it ended in Room 100 of the Chelsea Hotel. This films pulls no punches and reveals the facts through personal friends, insiders and witnesses. Includes interviews with Sylvain Sylvain (New York Dolls), Bob Gruen, Walter Lure and many more.”
Trailer:
Next movie up, will be this one:
Room 37: The Mysterious Death of Johnny Thunders
From 2019:
“Famed rock and roll guitarist Johnny Thunders arrives in New Orleans to attempt to put his life back together after a battle with addiction, but instead, a series of events propels him deeper into chaos.”
It didn’t get great reviews, but I’ve been wanting to watch it for a while now, since I really loved everything about the NY Dolls — the good, the bad, and the ugly. So I decided it will be next in line, finally.
Trailer:
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And here’s this–
I loved these guys!
Keanu Reeves and River Phoenix
I was so sad when River Phoenix died. It’s one of those days I’ll never forget, actually.
I pretty much loved all the films Gus Van Sant has made.
Many years after “Idaho”, I found myself working in the home office of Gus Van Sant, Sr. (Gus’s dad), at a time in his life when he and his wife were living in Ohio. I got the job solely because I was a writer from NYC, and I was friends with the woman who cut Gus Sr.’s hair out at his golf club.
I didn’t ask for the job, he simply asked me if I wanted to work for him, because he needed help at the office.
It turned out that Gus Sr. was Gus Jr.’s Business Manager, so I learned a lot about the business end of film financing at that job. But beyond that, Gus Sr. was an incredible man. Unbelievably kind and supportive. One afternoon, the subject of River Phoenix came up and Gus Sr. said to me: “We all had dinner one night, while they were filming ‘Idaho’. And that young man was very troubled.”
That was all he said and it spoke volumes.
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Anyway.
Here’s this!
More shots on Instagram from the new Dior “Sauvage” campaign. However, you know the rules, gang — if he’s not smoking we can never be 100% positive it’s really Johnny Depp. It could be a body double. Heck, it could be AI for all we know:
(And this reminds me — when are we going to be able to watch “Modi: Three Days on the Wing of Madness” on Amazon Prime in the US??)
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And here’s this!
From outside the Baden-Baden show the other night — Nick Cave and an automobile!
And TOMORROW!!
Nick Cave’s Solo Tour of Europe with Colin Greenwood on bass begins to come to a close! 2 back-to-back sold out shows begin in Luxembourg, and then the tour is over.
(But see yesterday’s post about what is up for Nick Cave on Sept. 23rd!)
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And that is it, I think.
I want to get back to the novel. I am really excited to see what hits the page today!
And FYI, I printed out that Kerouac quote I posted yesterday and I taped it to the wall in front of my desk. And it really, really does just keep making me smile, gang. I feel like the spirit of Kerouac is really in there, cheering me on.
“It includes writings from Kerouac’s high school years, poetry, short stories, essays and other previously unpublished works. “
If you’re too young to know what an Underwood was , it was a popular brand of typewriter. I have since ordered the book! I can’t wait to read it.
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And that’s that!
Have a terrific Tuesday, 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!!
Still on a Monkees kick around here, but we are up to their 3rd album — another great one! The Monkees — Headquarters (1967). It was a #1 Album on Billboard and it went double-platinum.
This was the first album of theirs that I was able to buy with my own money. My Aunt Sylvia gave me a birthday card in the summer of 1967 (also known historically as The Summer of Love!!) that included a 5 dollar bill in it!! Wow, was I excited! Back then, you could buy record albums for under $5. So I bought Headquarters for myself, for my 7th birthday.
This song was amazing back then — and really appropriate, politically, for 1967 — and it’s kind of even more amazing now. All politics aside. A real gem, written by the famous songwriting duo Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil.
“Shades of Gray”, 1967. The Monkees. Enjoy, gang.
“Shades of Gray”
When the world and I were young Just yesterday Life was such a simple game A child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong Easy then to tell weak from strong When a man should stand and fight Or just go along
[Chorus] But today there is no day or night Today there is no dark or light Today there is no black or white Only shades of gray
I remember when The answers seemed so clear We had never lived with doubt Or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies Selling out from compromise Who to love and who to hate The foolish from the wise
But today there is no day or night Today there is no dark or light Today there is no black or white Only shades of gray
[Instrumental Break]
It was easy then to know what was fair When to keep and when to share How much to protect your heart And how much to care
But today there is no day or night Today there is no dark or light Today there is no black or white Only shades of gray
“Nick Cave to receive Honorary Doctorate from Royal College Of Art“
“The Bad Seeds frontman will be handed the award from the Chancellor of the RCA, Sir Jony Ive, during a ceremony at the Royal Festival Hall on the Southbank on Tuesday September 23.
Every year, the RCA – the world’s leading art and design university – awards outstanding individuals with Honorary Doctorates and Honorary Fellowships. Celebrating exceptional accomplishments, these are the highest recognition the College can bestow upon an individual.
Cave’s Honorary Doctorate will be awarded during a Convocation ceremony, alongside over 1,000 students graduating from the RCA in the fields of Design and Communication this year.[…]”
Yay!!
And a writer-friend in Mexico posted this on Instagram a little bit ago and I thought it was a GREAT omen for me for today!
And — YES! — it is my day-off (one of 3 this week, I hope!!).
And — YES! — it is payday around here, so I’ve been paying credit cards, paying the mortgage — and constantly thanking my dad for everything he did for me before he died to help keep me afloat these last couple of years…
And we also got some cleaning done around here! Meaning: the cats HELPED!!— Oops, I meant to say, the cats WATCHED. And often got underfoot.
But, now, onward!!
A fresh cup of coffee. Then post here to the blog, then work on my novel-in-progress (The Curse of Our Profound Disorder), then another chat with Sandra at some point today regarding our play, “The Guide to Being Fabulous”!
(Then yoga, a walk, a trip to the bank, a shower, another lecture in the course I’m taking about the Protestant Reformation in the 15th-16th Centuries.)
And this is why I need 3 days off each week….
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Okay!
Here’s this–
From the Copyright Alliance this morning:
“The settlement in theBartz v. Anthropic case is a significant victory not only for book publishers and authors but for all copyright owners whose works are pirated and then used by AI companies for training or other purposes.
“The proposed settlement, which amounts to at least $1.5 billion, is one of the largest in the history of copyright. As such, the settlement is a thunderclap for AI companies and anyone else attempting to copy and use pirated works from illicit sources for AI training or other uses. The settlement confirms that AI companies that are responsible and ethical should not be copying pirated works from illicit sources and any company that does so will be subject to serious consequences.
“Because, like Anthropic, many other AI companies have also been using these so-called shadow libraries and other illicit sources to access and use pirated works for training their AI systems, the outcome of this case is likely not unique and will apply in many other cases and to many other AI companies.
“To be clear, the settlement doesn’t spell the end for Anthropic or any other AI company. While the settlement amount is very significant and represents a clear victory for the publishers and authors in the class, it also proves what we have been saying all along—that AI companies can afford to compensate copyright owners for their works without it undermining their ability to continue to innovate and compete.“
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[And just FYI — if you’re new to this blog — those AI bot thingies scrape my blog and all its many posted erotic short stories, STILL. I can see them doing it in my stats. Even after the nightmares I had with those AI eBooks on Amazon during the 5G War that basically destroyed my career because I was fighting on the side of General Flynn. Fuck you very much, AI bot- guys!!]
[And just another FYI — my art will live on in infamy!! Long after I’m dead. I don’t give a fuck about everything you took from me. I wouldn’t switch sides for any amount of $$$ in the fucking world.]
[And when I finally finish writing my novel-in-progress, the dystopian Thug Luckless: Welcome to P-Town, scrape away, AI bot-guys! It will still be dedicated, eternally, to you.] [“Thank you for your attention to this matter!” – DJ Trump]
Me, as a redhead, saying “Fuck you very much, AI bot- guys!!”
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Here’s this!
I keep forgetting to post this link.
Adam Buxton did a podcast “with British musician and photographer Colin Greenwood about playing bass for Radiohead and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, his memories of the crumbling buildings and spooky stately homes where Radiohead recorded OK Computer,Kid A and In Rainbows, some favourite Radiohead basslines, what it’s like to play live with the band, and what people can expect from their forthcoming European shows. “
I love this old photo. It was posted on Instagram the other day. 2 of my favorite guys in the same place, many years ago:
Iggy Pop and Nick Cave:
And here’s the great song they posted with the photo!! (I love this song. It’s been on my driving-to-town playlist for years.)
Iggy Pop, from his album Party, 1981, an album which I played with abandon on my stereo in my hellhole apartment on E.12th Street in NYC back then. The song, “Bang Bang”:
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And here’s this!!
Another one from James Tabor, to promote the upcoming New Testament Conference 9/26-9/28.
Did Jesus Reject Biblical Laws of Ritual Purity? Dr Paula Fredriksen (27 mins):
Nick Cave — many years ago, ALREADY tired of fucking waiting!!
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And that is it for now!!
I have to say, that I have been really happy with what is landing on the page as I make my way to the end of The Curse of Our Profound Disorder. Stuff comes out of my brain that I just wasn’t expecting, gang. And I couldn’t be happier. (I find myself saying out loud, “Shit, could you please repeat that?!” And then I try to write it all down.)
And as fate would have it — during my shift yesterday with the retired Minister and his lovely wife, he was telling me things about how it felt to be called to the ministry many, many years ago (he’s 81 now), and I realized: Wow, this is very helpful. (One of the main characters at the end of the novel is a Minister.)
And he also absolutely blew me away yesterday (my client, not the character in my book), when he said: “How come you’re not married? I’ll call around to a couple of my friends. You’re so pretty and so smart, they would marry to in a heartbeat.”
I thought that was so sweet, I really, really did. But considering, oh I don’t know — all of everything posted above (?), I’m guessing it would be more like a “heart attack” and not a “heartbeat”. But it doesn’t matter. He still made my night.
All right.
Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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From my drive home last night —
I decided to click on my “songs I was listening to 5 years ago” link!! That also blew me away: 5 fucking years ago??!!
This came on, and my heart melted all over the steering wheel. (Baby, I remember you and you know who you are!! Nothing has changed here since 2020 and all those letters I’ve written since then.)
From my wee bonny girlhood! Cat Stevens. “How Can I Tell You”, 1971. From his beautiful album, Teaser and the Firecat.
Okay, Enjoy, gang.
“How Can I Tell You?”
[Intro] Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh
How can I tell you that I love you? I love you, but I can’t think of right words to say And I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you I’m always thinking of you, but my words just blow away Just blow away
It always ends up to one thing, honey And I can’t think of right words to say Oh, oh, oh, oh
Wherever I am, girl, I’m always walking with you I’m always walking with you, but I look and you’re not there And whoever I’m with, I’m always, always talking to you I’m always talking to you, and I’m sad that you can’t hear Sad that you can’t hear
It always ends up to one thing, honey When I look and you’re not there
I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you Feel my arms around you like a sea around a shore Each night and day, I pray in hope that I might find you In hope that I might find you, because heart’s can do no more
It always ends up to one thing honey Still I kneel upon the floor
How can I tell you that I love you I love you, but I can’t think of right words to say I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you I’m always thinking of you
[Outro] It always ends up to one thing honey And I can’t think of right words to say Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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