Announcing OLD GARDEN
I have a new song, "Old Garden", which is a work-in-progress, and is the second version as a work-in-progress is what it is, and I'm nevertheless awfully proud no matter what nobody says:
http://www.archive.org/details/OldGarden2work-in-progress3.12.11
In the first part I took where I first sang the song into a cheap $30 recorder, process it, then I return later with more words and also add electric guitar throughout, and finally, some sound editing all around. Bingo, my vegetables au gratin are done, that is, they're done enough to be a work-in-progress, at least as far as my tastes are concerned. Is this song in limbo then? I do not even know, it may be done, in a sense anyway.
Unfortunately, the song has an earthquake reference among its few lyrics, purely coincidental, so already it's born with ten strikes against it for sounding like pandering to the tragedy of the moment. Or, I have the delightful alternative of representing myself as having come up with this half-an-hour before the Japanese earthquake, which appears to be the situation, or at the very least, I was not aware of any earthquake when I came up with it. I think there was an ad about how long some product retains its usefulness, so I had to sing about the earth outliving its usefulness, which led me to the part where the ground shakes as an example. Oh yeah, I wanna be saddled with selling the idea that I was first, ahead of the actual earthquake. Probably I'll come back to this after the dust has settled, no one is thinking about earthquakes, you know, then I'll refine the song a bit, kind of slide it over to Paul (M) and/or Eric (C), they can grab something off it, the rest will be history. Nothing new to me - just scan these here blogs. I know what's happening, baby.
A Bleep Is As Good As A Bloip To A Deaf Horse
Do you remember that movie, "After The Fox," specifically, the scene where Peter Sellers is talking to a beautiful woman while the voice of a cigar-smoking fat man seems to come out of her, because a cigar-smoking fat man is at the next table, his back turned and so disguising the fact that he is speaking with Sellers, meanwhile the beautiful woman somehow knowing exactly how to lip sync to the words of the cigar smoker even when responding to Sellers' questions? Well, anyway, that may perhaps be a partial explanation of why I think I might be in some kind of strange communication to some degree with some kind of cigar-smoking Peter Sellers or two, or, no, I think I'm Peter Sellers in this one. Once again, I shall keep further details apart from the world, and not feel a drop of guilt as you're busy anyway and it wouldn't be worth it.
Showing posts with label Clapton. Show all posts
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
All The News That's Fit To Make You Think I'm Nuts
The Telephone Game
For quite some time now, I have "felt" myself to be in the sites of people involved with "Ripley's Believe It Or Not".... I'm somehow "getting" that they want me to come up with a "Believe It Or Not" dance.... they need me to express in this dance the idea, "you ain't gonna believe this unless you take all kinds of trouble to research how I'm not a liar but worthy of your having great belief in me"..... that I should go through life with many of the important things I might need to say being tinged with a feeling of, "believe it or not". Someday I hope to prove in a soundbite how this feeling has been given to me, and is not of my own device. I just know I can prove it all in a soundbite.
Sorry, I just need to say the kind of stuff contained in the preceding paragraph every now and then. Should you read on, you may possibly see the relevancy for this being one of those every now and then occasions.
I Shot The Walnut
So yesterday I'm on my way to the nut house again (the Somis Nut House in Somis, California, where I get my almonds and walnuts, however, my readers may recall that I prefer to provide my detractors the chance to go, "Yeah, he belongs in the nut house!" at every possible opportunity, thus, I choose my words in a way that helps set up such remarks, it's the least I can do). And I'm right at that stretch where Paul McCartney drove by for my benefit once (see my August 8, 2010 blog, "Stuck In Traffic, Not"). I believe I reported that incident as hard to believe in most respects - it meant McCartney, on whom I have been a huge influence over the years, ran to California all the way from Canada for a day or so, in relation to my email to someone. Not like the new Clapton song about running back to someone's side, rather, more like a billionaire flying in a super-luxury version of first class so why really care about where you're flying to anyway, it's gonna be a fun time. Or so goes the theory. In fact, it was in that same blog that I expressed how I looked up on the Internet where on the globe McCartney was supposed to be, in order to help me evaluate whether I could actually have seen him then. And at some point after that I did a blog article about seeing someone who looked like another person I've been an influence on, Eric Clapton, after which I looked up his whereabouts on the Internet, at which point I learned the siting coincided with the day of Clapton's announcement of his first album in five years - as if someone knew the siting would cause me to look him up on the Internet that one day in five years.
One would also have to read other things I've written about Clapton, in order to more properly appreciate how I would construe this siting (and others) as having been specifically intended for me.
So there is Jerry Seinfeld driving by in his car talking on a cell phone, right in Paul McCartney's spot. Should I add in the fact that the person to whom I had sent that email that led to the August 2010 moment happens to be among those connected in a certain way with when Michael Richards of "Seinfeld" attended my school (CalArts)? Or that Seinfeld on a talk show appearance once talked and talked about introducing McCartney at an Obama thing? Another thing that should also be regarded as related: my Oct. 25, 2009 and Nov. 29, 2009 blogs, which essentially prove my major influence on the "Seinfeld" reunion on "Curb Your Enthusiasm". I've also mentioned in previous blogs how the entire last season of "Seinfeld" was seriously influenced by me as well.
What does it mean? Nothing. It's Seinfeld, it's not supposed to mean anything. The guy who played Uncle Leo on "Seinfeld" just died in Burbank, 50 miles from where I saw Seinfeld, he has a funeral to attend. That's the only sense most people need to make of this stuff.
Head of the Hats
I have often referred to my influence on "Smallville". Without going into detail, recently, shortly after a certain famous person drove by me/looked at me while she was wearing a certain hat, which I construed at the time as having been for my benefit for reasons I also won't go into, an episode of "Smallville" (Feb. 18th) featured the same type hat as serving to keep Green Arrow's identity secret. This episode in general related to Clark Kent coming up with something to wear to keep his identity secret.
I Follow You, Clapton
A recent news story went into a degree of detail regarding the great interest Kim Jong Il's son has in Eric Clapton. (This fact goes into storage until Ahmadinejad and his Steinhoff-mania can be tied in.)
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
When You're Ready To Be Serious, Napoleon
Here's a little bit of fun, at least for those who think things that touch somewhat directly on an important moment regarding the Iranian President are a little bit of fun.
In my previous blog, "I Don't Suppose Anyone Has A Videoclip Of Larry King Leading A Conga Line" (9.20.10), one of the things I touched on was the then-upcoming appearance on Larry King of the Iranian President (at that time it was scheduled for Thursday, however, it aired today, Wednesday). I also touched on something I've been making repeated mention of, that the Iranian President has plugged into my secret super-importance in relation to Spielberg (the most prominent living Jewish man) and Paul McCartney (another individual with a non-comparable prominence in the world), by making inside-references that I get but that would not be appreciable by the public-at-large (am I crazy sounding or what?).
In that same 9.20.10 blog article, I also touched on the Eric Clapton album, "Slowhand" regarding something Clapton did in relation to me personally. (I've also described this same thing in other blogs as well, where I get particular about how it was in relation to me.)
I will begin with "Slowhand". It will become relevant to the other thing.
I have a Facebook friends who is not unconnected from the above-referenced thing Clapton did. And there have been a certain number of occasions when this same Facebook friend person has posted something on Facebook in response to things I've posted that touch on him, though in so indirect a manner as to be undetectable to the Facebook public-at-large that his Facebook posting has anything to do with me. Therefore, I paid close attention on September 21st to see if this person had anything in this "mailbox" for me. What I found was that this individual "Liked" something that was posted by a Dr. Wayne Dyer (who has a quarter million Facebook friends) on September 21st:
"At your core, the place where you originate from and return to, there's no one and no thing to judge."
What does this have to do with Clapton's "Slowhand"? The first song (the opening track) on "Slowhand", entitled, "The Core," contains the line, "I'm at my core."
I had specifically been looking to this person's Facebook posting on this precise day for such a reference to what I had posted the previous day, and I unmistakably found it. I recognize that this had also required that Dr. Wayne (quarter million Facebook friends) Dyer be complicit for this to have come about. I have already described in a recent blog how in general this type of thing has been occurring, including the involvement of the complicity/cooperation of non-Facebook friends taking place in conjunction with Facebook friends.
This brings us to today's interview on Larry King with the Iranian President. Such a TV show can be seen as important in relation to the Iranian President, as this is rather significant exposure on a fairly significant American TV show.
On this occasion, I detected no inside-reference on the Iranian President's part intended for my interpretation. However, at the very end of this show, Larry King closed with a reaction to this interview from the editor of Time Magazine:
I am not saying that heretofore no one has ever used the word, "core". But an intelligent person will see that without my pointing that out. I should also point out that a friend at work is a friend of Larry King. Prior to today's Larry King, I described what happened with "The Core" to someone else at work. I can imagine that as one of the ways word could have reached Larry King. I have no doubt, having pre-anticipated something of this kind, that the specific choice of words used at that important moment began with Eric Clapton's "The Core," or to be more specific, my having just referenced the album on which that is the opening track.
Tomorrow the Iranian President speaks at the United Nations. If you're reading this, Mr. Making - Everybody - Nervous - That - You -Won't - Take - Responsibility - For - Seriously - Playing - With - Fire - While - Doing - Nothing - To - Address - The - Problem - When - The - Future - Of - The - Whole - World - Is - At - Stake, just tap your foot in time with Jack Bruce's "Never Tell Your Mother She's Out Of Tune" when you're up there speaking to the world. It will really help me put together my next schpiel.
In my previous blog, "I Don't Suppose Anyone Has A Videoclip Of Larry King Leading A Conga Line" (9.20.10), one of the things I touched on was the then-upcoming appearance on Larry King of the Iranian President (at that time it was scheduled for Thursday, however, it aired today, Wednesday). I also touched on something I've been making repeated mention of, that the Iranian President has plugged into my secret super-importance in relation to Spielberg (the most prominent living Jewish man) and Paul McCartney (another individual with a non-comparable prominence in the world), by making inside-references that I get but that would not be appreciable by the public-at-large (am I crazy sounding or what?).
In that same 9.20.10 blog article, I also touched on the Eric Clapton album, "Slowhand" regarding something Clapton did in relation to me personally. (I've also described this same thing in other blogs as well, where I get particular about how it was in relation to me.)
I will begin with "Slowhand". It will become relevant to the other thing.
I have a Facebook friends who is not unconnected from the above-referenced thing Clapton did. And there have been a certain number of occasions when this same Facebook friend person has posted something on Facebook in response to things I've posted that touch on him, though in so indirect a manner as to be undetectable to the Facebook public-at-large that his Facebook posting has anything to do with me. Therefore, I paid close attention on September 21st to see if this person had anything in this "mailbox" for me. What I found was that this individual "Liked" something that was posted by a Dr. Wayne Dyer (who has a quarter million Facebook friends) on September 21st:
"At your core, the place where you originate from and return to, there's no one and no thing to judge."
What does this have to do with Clapton's "Slowhand"? The first song (the opening track) on "Slowhand", entitled, "The Core," contains the line, "I'm at my core."
I had specifically been looking to this person's Facebook posting on this precise day for such a reference to what I had posted the previous day, and I unmistakably found it. I recognize that this had also required that Dr. Wayne (quarter million Facebook friends) Dyer be complicit for this to have come about. I have already described in a recent blog how in general this type of thing has been occurring, including the involvement of the complicity/cooperation of non-Facebook friends taking place in conjunction with Facebook friends.
This brings us to today's interview on Larry King with the Iranian President. Such a TV show can be seen as important in relation to the Iranian President, as this is rather significant exposure on a fairly significant American TV show.
On this occasion, I detected no inside-reference on the Iranian President's part intended for my interpretation. However, at the very end of this show, Larry King closed with a reaction to this interview from the editor of Time Magazine:
I am not saying that heretofore no one has ever used the word, "core". But an intelligent person will see that without my pointing that out. I should also point out that a friend at work is a friend of Larry King. Prior to today's Larry King, I described what happened with "The Core" to someone else at work. I can imagine that as one of the ways word could have reached Larry King. I have no doubt, having pre-anticipated something of this kind, that the specific choice of words used at that important moment began with Eric Clapton's "The Core," or to be more specific, my having just referenced the album on which that is the opening track.
Tomorrow the Iranian President speaks at the United Nations. If you're reading this, Mr. Making - Everybody - Nervous - That - You -Won't - Take - Responsibility - For - Seriously - Playing - With - Fire - While - Doing - Nothing - To - Address - The - Problem - When - The - Future - Of - The - Whole - World - Is - At - Stake, just tap your foot in time with Jack Bruce's "Never Tell Your Mother She's Out Of Tune" when you're up there speaking to the world. It will really help me put together my next schpiel.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Attaching Weight Can Be Fun
Yesterday I believe I was face to face with Sean Daniel, the first person from whom I learned of CalArts, the college I attended. Sean is a good friend of Steven Spielberg and Paul McCartney, and has played an important role in my being a significant influence on both, and on many others as well (that is, from what I can tell Sean has been in this role, although he could be getting his instructions in these matters from McCartney or the Kremlin or the ghost of Abraham Lincoln or whoever). Sean is also one of the co-producers of the Mummy movies (Jim Jacks, one of my Facebook friends, being the other). Sean and I were in our cars and less than half a block from the "Mummies of the World" billboard in Hollywood, the proximity to this being something I discovered after I recognized him. He appeared extremely concerned about something, and I would have to wonder whether my previous blog article on Iran's president might have been a contributing factor. Depending on how much weight one attaches to it, that particular article could be quite a source of serious concern, therefore, you may want to make light of it for that reason alone, as life is too short, etc.
I also saw Jon Stewart yesterday. I may also have seen Rachel Maddow, however, I'm not sure on that. I have at various times been quite a significant influence on both. As a Facebook friend had just posted something about Maddow's MSNBC buddy Keith Olberman, my mentioning this Maddow moment could easily sound contrived to some for that reason alone (I'm sure no one has ever been out to make me sound contrived, and I must accept full responsibility for all the times my words have sounded contrived, it must be something I like to do!).
Relevant to this latest instance of my sounding contrived, I have recently found evidence that some person or persons behind the scenes has been coordinating certain actions of certain Facebook friends of mine, people who presumably have nothing to do with one another. This has on occasion become additionally complicated to the point where it has involved the coordinating of certain Facebook friends of certain Facebook friends to post things, which in turn provide my Facebook friends the opportunity to comment on or like certain postings that were actually made for me to see. For example, a Facebook friend of mine (someone I knew at CalArts) who is connected with Eric Clapton had the opportunity to like a posting his Facebook friend made, causing me to see his Facebook friend's posting. That Facebook friend of a Facebook friend posting happened to use words that are identical to words contained in a song I once did, and the timing of when they made their Facebook postings coincided perfectly with a matter going on in relation to my video for that song (I will not go into further detail, sorry). That Facebook friend of my Facebook friend is himself the Facebook friend of a woman (not my Facebook friend) who is herself the Facebook friend of another one of my Facebook friends (from when I was in high school in Princeon), and this woman did something similar in relation to that Princeton Facebook friend of mine (who is not in the least connected to the Facebook friend person I knew at CalArts). So, a situation involving two of my Facebook friends who aren't connected to one another, and one of each of their Facebook friends who themselves are Facebook friends with each other, all doing things aimed at me (again, I will not go into further detail, sorry again).
As I have mentioned before (e.g., my Sept. 6, 2008 blog article), this type of stuff is nothing new to me. The unfortunate thing for me in this Facebook instance is that, if I keep seeing postings people are aiming at me, I would nevertheless be seen as initiating things without invitation were I to react in any way, as if I'm someone who speaks when not spoken to (ooh, I must be imagining it all). Someday there will be two people, one who telephones the other but never emails him, and the other will be someone who always emails that other person but never telephones him. And a third person will be perfectly able to make the case that one is continuing to send emails to someone who has never sent an email back. And that the other is continuing to phone someone who has never phoned him back. Persona non gratis, I think it's called. A hell of a thing to do to the person in the middle of this U.S. entertainment industry/Iranian President stuff, that is, if you've been attaching any weight to the evidence.
I also saw Jon Stewart yesterday. I may also have seen Rachel Maddow, however, I'm not sure on that. I have at various times been quite a significant influence on both. As a Facebook friend had just posted something about Maddow's MSNBC buddy Keith Olberman, my mentioning this Maddow moment could easily sound contrived to some for that reason alone (I'm sure no one has ever been out to make me sound contrived, and I must accept full responsibility for all the times my words have sounded contrived, it must be something I like to do!).
Relevant to this latest instance of my sounding contrived, I have recently found evidence that some person or persons behind the scenes has been coordinating certain actions of certain Facebook friends of mine, people who presumably have nothing to do with one another. This has on occasion become additionally complicated to the point where it has involved the coordinating of certain Facebook friends of certain Facebook friends to post things, which in turn provide my Facebook friends the opportunity to comment on or like certain postings that were actually made for me to see. For example, a Facebook friend of mine (someone I knew at CalArts) who is connected with Eric Clapton had the opportunity to like a posting his Facebook friend made, causing me to see his Facebook friend's posting. That Facebook friend of a Facebook friend posting happened to use words that are identical to words contained in a song I once did, and the timing of when they made their Facebook postings coincided perfectly with a matter going on in relation to my video for that song (I will not go into further detail, sorry). That Facebook friend of my Facebook friend is himself the Facebook friend of a woman (not my Facebook friend) who is herself the Facebook friend of another one of my Facebook friends (from when I was in high school in Princeon), and this woman did something similar in relation to that Princeton Facebook friend of mine (who is not in the least connected to the Facebook friend person I knew at CalArts). So, a situation involving two of my Facebook friends who aren't connected to one another, and one of each of their Facebook friends who themselves are Facebook friends with each other, all doing things aimed at me (again, I will not go into further detail, sorry again).
As I have mentioned before (e.g., my Sept. 6, 2008 blog article), this type of stuff is nothing new to me. The unfortunate thing for me in this Facebook instance is that, if I keep seeing postings people are aiming at me, I would nevertheless be seen as initiating things without invitation were I to react in any way, as if I'm someone who speaks when not spoken to (ooh, I must be imagining it all). Someday there will be two people, one who telephones the other but never emails him, and the other will be someone who always emails that other person but never telephones him. And a third person will be perfectly able to make the case that one is continuing to send emails to someone who has never sent an email back. And that the other is continuing to phone someone who has never phoned him back. Persona non gratis, I think it's called. A hell of a thing to do to the person in the middle of this U.S. entertainment industry/Iranian President stuff, that is, if you've been attaching any weight to the evidence.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I've Got The Key To The Highway Merge Ramp
This one may be of particular interest to those who appreciate that I don't make things up. It will also likely make me look like a desperate attention demanding liar to others. I don't exactly consider that any kind of a break-even, but the day I confine the things I choose to describe in order to avoid being, etc., etc. etc.
Our story begins with a subject I would prefer to avoid for various reasons: Once upon a time, the last time I'm aware of seeing a particular woman I once knew whose photograph was on the dark corkboard inside sleeve of Clapton's "Slowhand" album on account of me, I was on the 134 near the 210. And George Harrison (close Clapton friend) was expected to die inside of a week. He did. The previous time to that, this woman was in a car next to the one I was in as I was on my way to being driven past Clapton's Florida home (my being a Clapton tourist or something, I suppose; I'm also an influence on Clapton).
Yesterday, I noticed a Facebook friend had a Facebook conversation with her, so this is in that continuity - it was the first direct sign I've seen that she's still alive since the just-described two previous occurrences, though indirect signs of her still being alive are out there as well.
This morning, while I was on my way to work, nearly there, about to exit the 134 near the 210, there's a car in the entry/exit lane driving next to me, going too fast for me to exit in front of him, causing me to do a major slow down to let him enter the freeway in front of me, and to let me exit the freeway (which is good, it's always nice to have someone takeover for you on the freeway, lest it become too empty and boring, then they tear up the concrete and build a park on it or something).
[For more on this, go to http://www.wikihow.com/Merge-Onto-the-Highway-Without-Crashing]
I feel inclined, in consequence of this which-one-of-us-is-gonna-slow-down negotiation, to take a good look at the driver. We weren't actually in a game of chicken, neither one of us was really on the brink of death at any point, but it was just unusual enough. And I do always have to be slightly suspicious of the unusual things that happen to me. People parade things around me for my benefit at times, being the secretly super-important person that I am. It comes with the territory. You may or may not be interested in the details.
I find, in this brief moment, that the other driver is either Eric Clapton or a look-alike. I have on various occasions described how I have to occasionally consider that I might be getting dispatched at me a look-alike, i.e., someone I am meant to think is a particular person when it isn't, rather than their simply being some random person I happen to think is some particular other person. For example, if it's the day Jennifer Aniston is marrying Brad Pitt, and someone who looks like David Schwimmer is driving next to me, I know it doesn't have to be David Schwimmer. But I'm certainly expected to believe it is.
I go to the Internet shortly thereafter, to see where Clapton might be in the world today, in case I might be able to resolve it then and there, as when Paul McCartney drove by me several weeks ago (see my blog article from among the blog articles I wrote several weeks ago). I found, in an article dateline Los Angeles, that TODAY Eric Clapton announced his first album in FIVE YEARS. Sheryl Crow will be on it. I should add to this, that my July 21st blog ("All Roads Lead To Memphis And France") described something done on Letterman for my benefit that was specifically in conjunction with Sheryl Crow being a guest. I believe there is evidence to support that assertion, and I believe that evidence is apparent if you are intelligent and inclined to spend the time examining when what happened.
I am now, therefore, absolutely convinced, given the importance of today with regard to Eric Clapton, that I "encountered" either a Clapton look-alike, or Clapton himself. As to whether Paul McCartney might have been behind it, or.... whether the three of us will ever be in the studio together (I've already proven I have the ability to drive there).... or whether I will later be able to describe being inside-referenced on the upcoming Clapton release (as has happened on other Clapton releases).... or whether I have made myself appear like a child crying for attention by making things up (opportunities to undermine how seriously people take me are not sneezed at by those who see the chessboard a certain way).... all of these are thoughts that float about unobstructed. The main thing is, it's about the music.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Maybe You Should First Explain To Me What Being The Ninth Beatle Will Entail
Hail, Hail, Chicago's All Here
I stated in my May 1st, 2010 blog (readable on this site, and also to be found in Volume 3 of my blogs published/copyrighted in May 2010 at Archive.Org):
"In The Future All My Troubles Seem So Far Away
"A new event has occurred in connection with my observations that someone behind-the-scenes at the Huffington Post website is very much 'on' to my secret super-importance (or partially on?)...."
Something not unrelated to this observation about Huffington Post occurred today. Ariana Huffington printed an article entitled, "'Third World America' Excerpt: Michigan Father Commutes To Chicago For Work". Here is what I find particularly interesting about that article (not counting the article itself) - just two days ago, in my August 8th blog, I stated:
How many movies are there where the guy with the private airplane shocks someone by saying, "Hey, let's have dinner in Chicago!"
So, if you put two days ago together with today, and sprinkle in some May 1st, you might have to see something, I would think. I wouldn't assume that the Mayor of Los Angeles, who is one of my few "fans" at Huffington Post (they have fans for when you comment on an article - I comment as either JonathanDS or JonathanDS2U), has a proper vantage point for putting these things together to see the composite whole I'm drawing, but that's the lot of those who are fans of my comments at Huffington Post without being fans of my own blog articles. I only regret that there is little or nothing I can do for these sad unfortunates. Maybe I should direct people to these blogs sometime when I'm commenting on a Huffington Post article. Let's see, how about, "I too am concerned about the economy, in fact, I'm the 9th Beatle, I believe, with no hope of ever becoming the 5th Beatle."
Yes I'm Gonna Be A Person Who Remembers Not To Run Out of Gas Next Time
Also possibly in relation to my blog article of two days ago, on my way to work today I saw an uninhabited car pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, and found the car seemed to very much resemble the car I saw that guy driving, that guy I mentioned in my two days ago blog article. I don't know if there was anything to read from that, though today's car did have some sort of very small sign, like a large post-it note, taped to a side window (I didn't stop to read it). If I were better at identifying fancy black sports cars I might have something more definite to offer here, however, ignorance about cars remains one of my few guilty pleasures and I don't see this changing much in the future.
I suspect this could be one of those bits where first Paul McCartney shows up somewhere for my benefit (as described in my August 8th blog article), then someone takes over from there - I'm supposed to attach something to whatever his assigned delegate puts in front of me. Oh look, let's put a car like the one Paul drove behind him when he's on his way to the mountains. Now let's put the car in front of him when he's on his way to the supermarket. Don't even need to put McCartney in the car. Gee, this is fun, are you keeping close track of the look on his face when he sees it's not a Beatle?
I once knew a girl who knew/knows Paul McCartney. Her photograph was "once" on the inside album sleeve of Clapton's "Slowhand" on account of me (I was the only one given in the CalArts dorm that year whose room that had a brown corkboard bulletin board, and the inside Clapton album sleeve featured photos apparently tacked to a brown corkboard bulletin board; the previous year I had the dorm room with the different looking carpet because Amy Wexler, the daughter of Jerry Wexler, the head of Clapton's record company, had destroyed the carpet the year it was her room, etc., etc. - I've explained all this before in earlier blogs). God forbid the "Slowhand" girl should be the McCartney assigned delegate who gets to leave cars on road shoulders for me to make things out of. A conversation I once had with her led to Tom Hanks' TV sitcom, "Bosom Buddies" (also something I've described before), and yet she has never come forward and vouched for my assertion that I'm secretly super-important, or done anything about it. Would Mary Tyler Moore behave this way? I wonder if this is the sort of thing McCartney and Spielberg laugh about together in the Hamptons, where they're reportedly next-door neighbors.
Earl Gray Area
Nothing happened in connection with me on tonight's "Memphis Beat", which in itself is worth noting. I do have an observation, nevertheless, just in case they thought they were doing something that I would find worth noticing. Can't leave them hanging if that was the case, but I emphasize, I expect it never happened, is just a coincidence if even that, yet just the same, I have to take into account the possibility:
In my August 4th blog, in the section entitled, "His World", I pointed out a moment in one of my major little videos, "Gosk 2" by including a videoclip excerpt, as it was in connection with something or another (read it/view it). In that same "Gosk 2" scene, one of the characters from the planet Klug finds that his girl is all taken by the music being played by an Earthling, and he is not delighted. One finds a certain correlation made in "Gosk" to racial tension vs. embracing racial differences. [If one takes the trouble to read my entire 1993 full-length screenplay that I've posted at Archive.Org, one will in fact find a very positive message on that subject, where things culminates in all the people of Earth and all the people of Klug feeling great love for one another. It's really heartwarming, someone should make this movie, though surprisingly it gets treated more like a car by the side of the road with parts worth stealing.]
And so in tonight's "Memphis Beat", a white character is not too delighted that his former girl is all taken by the music played to her by a black character. We suspect race might have contributed to his killing his former girl and framing the black guy, though thankfully they are always careful never to take us too far into the deep, underlying motivations of a killer, lest it transform us all into killers (some of us even feel the need to stay away from people who enjoy mimicking Jack Nicholson's "Here's Johnny!" from "The Shining", not to mention the Barney song, but I digress).
Also on tonight's "Memphis Beat" we find a snow globe. In the scene in "Gosk 2" that immediately precedes the "Gosk 2" scene to which I've just referred, one of the characters observes, with regard to little white flakes floating around, "I think I know where all these little white flakes come from". However, in truth, "Gosk 2" is not set inside a snow globe, which is only one of the places where the correlation falls apart.
I stated in my May 1st, 2010 blog (readable on this site, and also to be found in Volume 3 of my blogs published/copyrighted in May 2010 at Archive.Org):
"In The Future All My Troubles Seem So Far Away
"A new event has occurred in connection with my observations that someone behind-the-scenes at the Huffington Post website is very much 'on' to my secret super-importance (or partially on?)...."
Something not unrelated to this observation about Huffington Post occurred today. Ariana Huffington printed an article entitled, "'Third World America' Excerpt: Michigan Father Commutes To Chicago For Work". Here is what I find particularly interesting about that article (not counting the article itself) - just two days ago, in my August 8th blog, I stated:
How many movies are there where the guy with the private airplane shocks someone by saying, "Hey, let's have dinner in Chicago!"
So, if you put two days ago together with today, and sprinkle in some May 1st, you might have to see something, I would think. I wouldn't assume that the Mayor of Los Angeles, who is one of my few "fans" at Huffington Post (they have fans for when you comment on an article - I comment as either JonathanDS or JonathanDS2U), has a proper vantage point for putting these things together to see the composite whole I'm drawing, but that's the lot of those who are fans of my comments at Huffington Post without being fans of my own blog articles. I only regret that there is little or nothing I can do for these sad unfortunates. Maybe I should direct people to these blogs sometime when I'm commenting on a Huffington Post article. Let's see, how about, "I too am concerned about the economy, in fact, I'm the 9th Beatle, I believe, with no hope of ever becoming the 5th Beatle."
Yes I'm Gonna Be A Person Who Remembers Not To Run Out of Gas Next Time
Also possibly in relation to my blog article of two days ago, on my way to work today I saw an uninhabited car pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, and found the car seemed to very much resemble the car I saw that guy driving, that guy I mentioned in my two days ago blog article. I don't know if there was anything to read from that, though today's car did have some sort of very small sign, like a large post-it note, taped to a side window (I didn't stop to read it). If I were better at identifying fancy black sports cars I might have something more definite to offer here, however, ignorance about cars remains one of my few guilty pleasures and I don't see this changing much in the future.
I suspect this could be one of those bits where first Paul McCartney shows up somewhere for my benefit (as described in my August 8th blog article), then someone takes over from there - I'm supposed to attach something to whatever his assigned delegate puts in front of me. Oh look, let's put a car like the one Paul drove behind him when he's on his way to the mountains. Now let's put the car in front of him when he's on his way to the supermarket. Don't even need to put McCartney in the car. Gee, this is fun, are you keeping close track of the look on his face when he sees it's not a Beatle?
I once knew a girl who knew/knows Paul McCartney. Her photograph was "once" on the inside album sleeve of Clapton's "Slowhand" on account of me (I was the only one given in the CalArts dorm that year whose room that had a brown corkboard bulletin board, and the inside Clapton album sleeve featured photos apparently tacked to a brown corkboard bulletin board; the previous year I had the dorm room with the different looking carpet because Amy Wexler, the daughter of Jerry Wexler, the head of Clapton's record company, had destroyed the carpet the year it was her room, etc., etc. - I've explained all this before in earlier blogs). God forbid the "Slowhand" girl should be the McCartney assigned delegate who gets to leave cars on road shoulders for me to make things out of. A conversation I once had with her led to Tom Hanks' TV sitcom, "Bosom Buddies" (also something I've described before), and yet she has never come forward and vouched for my assertion that I'm secretly super-important, or done anything about it. Would Mary Tyler Moore behave this way? I wonder if this is the sort of thing McCartney and Spielberg laugh about together in the Hamptons, where they're reportedly next-door neighbors.
Earl Gray Area
Nothing happened in connection with me on tonight's "Memphis Beat", which in itself is worth noting. I do have an observation, nevertheless, just in case they thought they were doing something that I would find worth noticing. Can't leave them hanging if that was the case, but I emphasize, I expect it never happened, is just a coincidence if even that, yet just the same, I have to take into account the possibility:
In my August 4th blog, in the section entitled, "His World", I pointed out a moment in one of my major little videos, "Gosk 2" by including a videoclip excerpt, as it was in connection with something or another (read it/view it). In that same "Gosk 2" scene, one of the characters from the planet Klug finds that his girl is all taken by the music being played by an Earthling, and he is not delighted. One finds a certain correlation made in "Gosk" to racial tension vs. embracing racial differences. [If one takes the trouble to read my entire 1993 full-length screenplay that I've posted at Archive.Org, one will in fact find a very positive message on that subject, where things culminates in all the people of Earth and all the people of Klug feeling great love for one another. It's really heartwarming, someone should make this movie, though surprisingly it gets treated more like a car by the side of the road with parts worth stealing.]
And so in tonight's "Memphis Beat", a white character is not too delighted that his former girl is all taken by the music played to her by a black character. We suspect race might have contributed to his killing his former girl and framing the black guy, though thankfully they are always careful never to take us too far into the deep, underlying motivations of a killer, lest it transform us all into killers (some of us even feel the need to stay away from people who enjoy mimicking Jack Nicholson's "Here's Johnny!" from "The Shining", not to mention the Barney song, but I digress).
Also on tonight's "Memphis Beat" we find a snow globe. In the scene in "Gosk 2" that immediately precedes the "Gosk 2" scene to which I've just referred, one of the characters observes, with regard to little white flakes floating around, "I think I know where all these little white flakes come from". However, in truth, "Gosk 2" is not set inside a snow globe, which is only one of the places where the correlation falls apart.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Sea of Jay
TAKE IT FROM ME
Well, sadly, my idea for Saturday Night Live, presented in my blog immediately previous to this one, wasn't enough for Lorne Michaels. However, as predicted, a particle of it did make its way into the show.
Excerpt from my 1.16.10, 12:05 am blog:
So they make their plea to Lorne Michaels, who gives in ("Now you're absolutely sure it was the ghost of Ted, right?").
This excerpt refers to Lorne Michaels stating that he will include something on the show on the strength of Ted Kennedy's ghost requesting it. And this from the actual show that followed:
This is one instance among many that James Cameron has done something in relation to me, and regarding Mr. Michaels, one instance among many, many, many, many.
If word should somehow fail to circulate among every last citizen of Massachusetts that the future of healthcare in the U.S. will be in their hands on Tuesday (as explained in my previous blog, based on news articles), because the fact is my idea would surely have put knowledge of the significance of their election in EVERYONE'S face, instead of it being something known only to those who tend to follow the news and then vote.... oh well, there's always next time. Then again, would my idea necessarily have had a positive effect on the voters of Massachusetts and gotten them to vote in the Senate's 60th healthcare reform supporter?
Oh, and as I've stated many, many times before, yes, I know that the timestamp on these blogs are malleable, and that, therefore, as I had not yet forwarded that blog to one of my blog volumes posted at Archive.Org (where the timestamp is not malleable), only those who actually read that blog shortly after it was posted know that it truly preceded the Saturday SNL.
PLEASE BE SEATED
While driving Saturday I may or may not have seen Jay Leno and Eric Clapton.
Well, sadly, my idea for Saturday Night Live, presented in my blog immediately previous to this one, wasn't enough for Lorne Michaels. However, as predicted, a particle of it did make its way into the show.
Excerpt from my 1.16.10, 12:05 am blog:
So they make their plea to Lorne Michaels, who gives in ("Now you're absolutely sure it was the ghost of Ted, right?").
This excerpt refers to Lorne Michaels stating that he will include something on the show on the strength of Ted Kennedy's ghost requesting it. And this from the actual show that followed:
This is one instance among many that James Cameron has done something in relation to me, and regarding Mr. Michaels, one instance among many, many, many, many.
If word should somehow fail to circulate among every last citizen of Massachusetts that the future of healthcare in the U.S. will be in their hands on Tuesday (as explained in my previous blog, based on news articles), because the fact is my idea would surely have put knowledge of the significance of their election in EVERYONE'S face, instead of it being something known only to those who tend to follow the news and then vote.... oh well, there's always next time. Then again, would my idea necessarily have had a positive effect on the voters of Massachusetts and gotten them to vote in the Senate's 60th healthcare reform supporter?
Oh, and as I've stated many, many times before, yes, I know that the timestamp on these blogs are malleable, and that, therefore, as I had not yet forwarded that blog to one of my blog volumes posted at Archive.Org (where the timestamp is not malleable), only those who actually read that blog shortly after it was posted know that it truly preceded the Saturday SNL.
PLEASE BE SEATED
While driving Saturday I may or may not have seen Jay Leno and Eric Clapton.
- Eric Clapton (or his double, whatever), who has shown up in a few of my earlier blogs, was in a small gray sports car, and probably not playing guitar.
- Jay (or his double, whatever) was conspicuously low in his car seat. Interestingly, I had just had to readjust my own car seat an hour before, as someone had been working on my car (the XM radio I bought in 2001, when I was among XM's first 200 customers, had broken, therefore I had just bought a new one and had it installed).
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Neither Here But Not Neither There
Knowing that there are people out there diligently connecting the dots, joining together in holy fact the multitudinous fragments of information that belong together, I will try to let this week's videoclips stand alone, without prefacing with further explanation. Surely these videoclips can withstand the hit-and-run soundbite seekers who won't be bothered with the hours of laborious research each moment of the videoclips requires. Plus, as part of my ongoing dream to create things that are self-contained, I've already permeated these videoclips not just with video to watch but with words to read, all within the videoclip. A real multi-media hodgepodge.
Let them stand alone. For example, with the Clapton clip, I don't need to be reminding anyone that the referenced Harrison song is on an album containing a set of things that started with me, beginning with the album title (or for that matter, that there are no small number of significant OTHER things regarding significant OTHER Beatles that also started with me). I don't need to bring up, that a TV show referenced in that Clapton clip, "The Office", has done things Steinhoff-related a number of times in the past, or that Stuart Cornfeld, the producer of Office's Jenna Fischer's movie, "Blades of Glory", has come up now and then in my blogs. Or that the former NBC lead-in show to "The Office", "My Name Is Earl", was first created by me/then sent in 2002 to Sean Daniel, producer of "Earl" star Jason Lee's first big movie, "Mallrats", titled after my "Mall Man".
This information, as well as the innumerable other pieces of relevant information, are already there in past blogs and elsewhere (here and there) for the motivated to fuse, and for the rest to ignore/or whatever. I would prefer that the enlightening, substantiating details weren't so scattered around - but I'm only here to report, not to make anyone add 2+2 multiplied by the square root of every third variable.
Clapton Videoclip
Bill Maher Videoclip
This Week's Monk/Steinhoff Videoclip
(this videoclip was revised and reposted 9.20.09 3pm from 9.20.09 am
posted version, correcting both "9.4.09 Monk" episode references to
"8.28.09 Monk" episode references - no episode aired 9.4.09)
Let them stand alone. For example, with the Clapton clip, I don't need to be reminding anyone that the referenced Harrison song is on an album containing a set of things that started with me, beginning with the album title (or for that matter, that there are no small number of significant OTHER things regarding significant OTHER Beatles that also started with me). I don't need to bring up, that a TV show referenced in that Clapton clip, "The Office", has done things Steinhoff-related a number of times in the past, or that Stuart Cornfeld, the producer of Office's Jenna Fischer's movie, "Blades of Glory", has come up now and then in my blogs. Or that the former NBC lead-in show to "The Office", "My Name Is Earl", was first created by me/then sent in 2002 to Sean Daniel, producer of "Earl" star Jason Lee's first big movie, "Mallrats", titled after my "Mall Man".
This information, as well as the innumerable other pieces of relevant information, are already there in past blogs and elsewhere (here and there) for the motivated to fuse, and for the rest to ignore/or whatever. I would prefer that the enlightening, substantiating details weren't so scattered around - but I'm only here to report, not to make anyone add 2+2 multiplied by the square root of every third variable.
Clapton Videoclip
Bill Maher Videoclip
This Week's Monk/Steinhoff Videoclip
(this videoclip was revised and reposted 9.20.09 3pm from 9.20.09 am
posted version, correcting both "9.4.09 Monk" episode references to
"8.28.09 Monk" episode references - no episode aired 9.4.09)
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Imminent Thread
No small number of things to put together this time around:
Raindrops Threaded Together
First and most important, I've brought my work-in-progress song to a stage where it is now an actual song (sez me). "Raindrops Threaded Together (June 5, 2009 version)" was completed June 5th (Pacific Time - archive.org, the site at which I posted it, counts it by EST time, and so the June 6th "timestamp"). Interestingly, I discovered after the posting that June 5th is the anniversary of George Harrison's "Somewhere In England", an album on which I had a degree of (as usual, unacknowledged) influence, including influence on the song, "All Those Years Ago". You would actually have to hear both songs to know why I count it as interesting.
Delano And Friends
Some of us will always remember the unforgettable (and I know I'm not out on a limb by considering something unforgettable worth always remembering.... but I digress) live album from way back, "On Tour - Delano And Bonnie And Friends With Eric Clapton", which, according to music history, brought together most of the people who played on George Harrison's historic, "All Things Must Pass".
So I'm driving around in the farm country of Delano, California yesterday (Saturday, June 6th), when I see a sheriff's car (or some other kind of police car) being driven by Eric Clapton, or someone who had a 65% chance of being Eric Clapton (under certain driving conditions one must assign a percentage of likelihood to such occurrences, instead of being absolute about what one sees). Later I looked up where in the world Clapton was supposed to be, and "coincidentally" June 5th was his last concert until June 20th, i.e., a break in his schedule had just begun. I should add that I have had a certain degree of influence on certain Clapton product at various times over the years.
To see Clapton driving a sheriff's car, this of course brings to mind the song Clapton had a huge hit with, "I Shot The Sheriff". It being that a somewhat major current news story is whether or not David Carradine killed himself, one might conjecture how Mr. I Shot The Sheriff driving a sheriff's car might feed that discussion. One might also wonder how that night's TV premium channel Saturday Night premiere of producer Stuart Cornfeld's "Tropic Thunder" might fit in with that - but more on that particular TV premiere later in this blog.
Delano And Earlimart
So I'm driving around in the farm country of Delano (as previously mentioned), and suddenly I see someone who looks like Jason "Earl" Lee (72% likelihood), star of the sitcom I created, "My Name Is Earl" (recently cancelled by NBC, though it is conjectured that another company will save it) driving a truck. Sure enough, I soon see a sign directing me to the town of Earlimart. And while I know there was no "power of suggestion" involved, as I saw "Earl" prior to the sign, I appreciate that you do not have the vantage point of knowing this. In fact, as far as you're concerned, I could have spent the day in London and made up the whole thing. However, there are also those who have gone over those things which I can prove, and so might therefore be less inclined to question every word I say (please permit me to just take one brief moment to say to those people who have put together the truth: am I not totally amazing?).
Delano And Friends Again
So I'm driving around in the farm country of Delano (as you may recall), when for a moment I see driving by someone who looks a titch like Stuart Cornfeld (14% likelihood), which reminds me of something I consider important, the fact that a movie he produced, "Tropic Thunder", has its Saturday night TV premium channel premiere later that day. Also related to this, a little bit later in Delano I see two motorcyclists riding alongside each other. This has the effect of bringing back to me the time, approximately one week after I moved to Southern California in the early 90s, when I was driving in Van Nuys when suddenly I found myself driving alongside Steven Spielberg, with two motorcycle police riding alongside each other in front of us. "Tropic Thunder" is in fact connected to Spielberg, in that, though produced by Stuart Cornfeld and made by Red Hour, the film company Stuart runs with Ben Stiller, it is also a presentation of Spielberg's film company, "Dreamworks". However, at this point I do not yet know whether I should presume that there have been any clear manifestations that my presence in Delano has been identified by Hollywood. In fact, Eric Clapton (or his double) had not yet driven by in the police car.
This is when Jennifer Aniston drives by (90% likelihood), which brings to mind various things, including the fact that she, and people with whom she has been associated, have worked a number of times with Ben Stiller and people he has been associated with. This caused me to say out loud to myself, "That is Jennifer Aniston". When I am speaking out loud to myself, depending on my mood, I apply different standards with regard to what is valid to say out loud. Though my standards were quite high at that moment, I said something out loud to myself for which admittedly I felt there only to be a 90% likelihood (perhaps 96%). A few cars later, a bald woman drove by, which immediately made it a certainty that I was meant to perceive the 90% likelihood of Jennifer Aniston as a 100% likelihood. Because a bald woman makes one such as myself immediately think of a "Friends" episode and few other things, specifically, the one wherein the Jennifer Aniston character convinces the date of the David Schwimmer character to render herself bald (naturally it also brings to mind women going through chemo, but this does not knock the "Friends" episode out of the small set of immediate associations produced). This caused me to wonder why that episode was being brought to mind, as it is normally the pattern in these matters (I speak from great experience) for there to be a specific reason. It was then (and once again, not as the result of the power of suggestion) that I remembered that it was Ben "Tropic Thunder" Stiller's wife, Christine Taylor, who played that bald woman.
Delano's Speed And Tinted Car Window Limit
I might or might not be remiss were I to neglect mentioning the possible citing of Aniston ex, Vince Vaughn (18% likelihood), as wel as the possible citing of Aniston's TV ex, David Schwimmer (30%). I should mention here that years ago I thought I saw Eric Clapton driving a distinctive, expensive black sports car, and that on a separate occasion years ago I thought I saw David Schwimmer also driving such a car. Furthermore, it was not unlike a vehicle I once thought I saw Paul Newman driving. And yet another time, it even seemed possible that I saw this car being driven in California by someone who I worked with in New York City, someone who Regis Philbin had once introduced himself to, which led to other things.
A Break From Delano
I cannot say that these occurrences worked up an appetite, nevertheless at some point I went to a restaurant. I had to wait a while for a table, and found, among the collection of people waiting for tables, a group of mentally challenged people. I had to see this in relation to the aforementioned "Tropic Thunder" TV premiere coming up later that day.
I also bring this restaurant into things because of something that happened to me there which, though perhaps common practice, is not something I have encountered before: my waiter told me he was going on a ten-minute break, and so someone else would temporarily be my waiter. Those familiar with the TV show "Friends" will know why this word, "break", on this day, if from out of left-field when used, might lead one's mind to a particular place. Nevertheless, I do not believe my waiter was cheating on Jennifer Aniston during that ten minutes, nor do I believe he would have been even if he.... but perhaps I digress.
War and Pieces
I made a videoclip that I posted with my August 13, 2008 blog showing how a producer I met in 1975 when he was attending AFI, Stuart Cornfeld, like many in Hollywood, makes significant references in his work to me/my material. Unfortunately, when my external hard drive turned into a piece of garbage I lost my copy of that videclip, and so I cannot edit onto that videoclip, i.e., create a single, larger picture. What I can also do is provide a link to the blog where that videoclip is posted (as I have done previously, including earlier in today's blog), and ask you to put new clips together with that videoclip - in your mind (I believe this will someday replace all forms of editing):
That one goes precisely at the end of the other videoclip, as I instruct. This next one also belongs in a precise spot in the other videoclip, immediately after the Droog section:
There may have been other things in "Tropic Thunder" that I am not focusing on. For example, Cornfeld generally relates to the CalArts 1973-74 film class movie I was involved in, "Limbo", including a moment when a character has a gorilla mask that he cannot remove. This has something in common with Thunder's Simple Jack. The panda head on Stiller's head similarly connects to this. And so I write of these without incorporating them into videoclips, as a way to sort-of include that which I would not totally include (this is my subtle hint that instead of including me by people driving by so that I can thread them together into a larger thing, perhaps we can give me a big box with 25 million dollars and credit me while featuring my creative work and stuff like that, not that officially being an administrative specialist is too degrading a thing to make out of someone as vital and great and important as me).
Raindrops Threaded Together
First and most important, I've brought my work-in-progress song to a stage where it is now an actual song (sez me). "Raindrops Threaded Together (June 5, 2009 version)" was completed June 5th (Pacific Time - archive.org, the site at which I posted it, counts it by EST time, and so the June 6th "timestamp"). Interestingly, I discovered after the posting that June 5th is the anniversary of George Harrison's "Somewhere In England", an album on which I had a degree of (as usual, unacknowledged) influence, including influence on the song, "All Those Years Ago". You would actually have to hear both songs to know why I count it as interesting.
Delano And Friends
Some of us will always remember the unforgettable (and I know I'm not out on a limb by considering something unforgettable worth always remembering.... but I digress) live album from way back, "On Tour - Delano And Bonnie And Friends With Eric Clapton", which, according to music history, brought together most of the people who played on George Harrison's historic, "All Things Must Pass".
So I'm driving around in the farm country of Delano, California yesterday (Saturday, June 6th), when I see a sheriff's car (or some other kind of police car) being driven by Eric Clapton, or someone who had a 65% chance of being Eric Clapton (under certain driving conditions one must assign a percentage of likelihood to such occurrences, instead of being absolute about what one sees). Later I looked up where in the world Clapton was supposed to be, and "coincidentally" June 5th was his last concert until June 20th, i.e., a break in his schedule had just begun. I should add that I have had a certain degree of influence on certain Clapton product at various times over the years.
To see Clapton driving a sheriff's car, this of course brings to mind the song Clapton had a huge hit with, "I Shot The Sheriff". It being that a somewhat major current news story is whether or not David Carradine killed himself, one might conjecture how Mr. I Shot The Sheriff driving a sheriff's car might feed that discussion. One might also wonder how that night's TV premium channel Saturday Night premiere of producer Stuart Cornfeld's "Tropic Thunder" might fit in with that - but more on that particular TV premiere later in this blog.
Delano And Earlimart
So I'm driving around in the farm country of Delano (as previously mentioned), and suddenly I see someone who looks like Jason "Earl" Lee (72% likelihood), star of the sitcom I created, "My Name Is Earl" (recently cancelled by NBC, though it is conjectured that another company will save it) driving a truck. Sure enough, I soon see a sign directing me to the town of Earlimart. And while I know there was no "power of suggestion" involved, as I saw "Earl" prior to the sign, I appreciate that you do not have the vantage point of knowing this. In fact, as far as you're concerned, I could have spent the day in London and made up the whole thing. However, there are also those who have gone over those things which I can prove, and so might therefore be less inclined to question every word I say (please permit me to just take one brief moment to say to those people who have put together the truth: am I not totally amazing?).
Delano And Friends Again
So I'm driving around in the farm country of Delano (as you may recall), when for a moment I see driving by someone who looks a titch like Stuart Cornfeld (14% likelihood), which reminds me of something I consider important, the fact that a movie he produced, "Tropic Thunder", has its Saturday night TV premium channel premiere later that day. Also related to this, a little bit later in Delano I see two motorcyclists riding alongside each other. This has the effect of bringing back to me the time, approximately one week after I moved to Southern California in the early 90s, when I was driving in Van Nuys when suddenly I found myself driving alongside Steven Spielberg, with two motorcycle police riding alongside each other in front of us. "Tropic Thunder" is in fact connected to Spielberg, in that, though produced by Stuart Cornfeld and made by Red Hour, the film company Stuart runs with Ben Stiller, it is also a presentation of Spielberg's film company, "Dreamworks". However, at this point I do not yet know whether I should presume that there have been any clear manifestations that my presence in Delano has been identified by Hollywood. In fact, Eric Clapton (or his double) had not yet driven by in the police car.
This is when Jennifer Aniston drives by (90% likelihood), which brings to mind various things, including the fact that she, and people with whom she has been associated, have worked a number of times with Ben Stiller and people he has been associated with. This caused me to say out loud to myself, "That is Jennifer Aniston". When I am speaking out loud to myself, depending on my mood, I apply different standards with regard to what is valid to say out loud. Though my standards were quite high at that moment, I said something out loud to myself for which admittedly I felt there only to be a 90% likelihood (perhaps 96%). A few cars later, a bald woman drove by, which immediately made it a certainty that I was meant to perceive the 90% likelihood of Jennifer Aniston as a 100% likelihood. Because a bald woman makes one such as myself immediately think of a "Friends" episode and few other things, specifically, the one wherein the Jennifer Aniston character convinces the date of the David Schwimmer character to render herself bald (naturally it also brings to mind women going through chemo, but this does not knock the "Friends" episode out of the small set of immediate associations produced). This caused me to wonder why that episode was being brought to mind, as it is normally the pattern in these matters (I speak from great experience) for there to be a specific reason. It was then (and once again, not as the result of the power of suggestion) that I remembered that it was Ben "Tropic Thunder" Stiller's wife, Christine Taylor, who played that bald woman.
Delano's Speed And Tinted Car Window Limit
I might or might not be remiss were I to neglect mentioning the possible citing of Aniston ex, Vince Vaughn (18% likelihood), as wel as the possible citing of Aniston's TV ex, David Schwimmer (30%). I should mention here that years ago I thought I saw Eric Clapton driving a distinctive, expensive black sports car, and that on a separate occasion years ago I thought I saw David Schwimmer also driving such a car. Furthermore, it was not unlike a vehicle I once thought I saw Paul Newman driving. And yet another time, it even seemed possible that I saw this car being driven in California by someone who I worked with in New York City, someone who Regis Philbin had once introduced himself to, which led to other things.
A Break From Delano
I cannot say that these occurrences worked up an appetite, nevertheless at some point I went to a restaurant. I had to wait a while for a table, and found, among the collection of people waiting for tables, a group of mentally challenged people. I had to see this in relation to the aforementioned "Tropic Thunder" TV premiere coming up later that day.
I also bring this restaurant into things because of something that happened to me there which, though perhaps common practice, is not something I have encountered before: my waiter told me he was going on a ten-minute break, and so someone else would temporarily be my waiter. Those familiar with the TV show "Friends" will know why this word, "break", on this day, if from out of left-field when used, might lead one's mind to a particular place. Nevertheless, I do not believe my waiter was cheating on Jennifer Aniston during that ten minutes, nor do I believe he would have been even if he.... but perhaps I digress.
War and Pieces
I made a videoclip that I posted with my August 13, 2008 blog showing how a producer I met in 1975 when he was attending AFI, Stuart Cornfeld, like many in Hollywood, makes significant references in his work to me/my material. Unfortunately, when my external hard drive turned into a piece of garbage I lost my copy of that videclip, and so I cannot edit onto that videoclip, i.e., create a single, larger picture. What I can also do is provide a link to the blog where that videoclip is posted (as I have done previously, including earlier in today's blog), and ask you to put new clips together with that videoclip - in your mind (I believe this will someday replace all forms of editing):
That one goes precisely at the end of the other videoclip, as I instruct. This next one also belongs in a precise spot in the other videoclip, immediately after the Droog section:
There may have been other things in "Tropic Thunder" that I am not focusing on. For example, Cornfeld generally relates to the CalArts 1973-74 film class movie I was involved in, "Limbo", including a moment when a character has a gorilla mask that he cannot remove. This has something in common with Thunder's Simple Jack. The panda head on Stiller's head similarly connects to this. And so I write of these without incorporating them into videoclips, as a way to sort-of include that which I would not totally include (this is my subtle hint that instead of including me by people driving by so that I can thread them together into a larger thing, perhaps we can give me a big box with 25 million dollars and credit me while featuring my creative work and stuff like that, not that officially being an administrative specialist is too degrading a thing to make out of someone as vital and great and important as me).
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