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Pilgrimage to the Pyramid“There are three classes of people: those who see. Those who see when they are shown. Those who do not see.” -Leonardo da Vinci
Raining, stuck inside with San Francisco just beyond the door1. Maybe I could use an umbrella, but with the drops of rain being the size of light bulbs2, and the wind whipping around like a small dog in the front room of an old lady’s house3 it would surely be destroyed in an instant4. So, I just sat there, looking out the kitchen window, absentmindedly writing on a note pad5, and drinking glass after glass of water6 until my bladder was near bursting. But, before it could, and since a bathroom was both readily accessible and relatively clean, I went to use it7. Standing there, with the seat in the upright position, just as I’ve been told it should be, I looked out the window in front of me at as lovely a scene as one could hope to have when in the act of relieving themselves. Out there, under a sheet of dark clouds, was the city by the bay8, the town you once put flowers in your hair before visiting9, the home of the World Series champions10, the bedroom community for both Facebook and twitter11, on and on and on the list goes, and the only thing that was stopping me from taking it all in were those raindrops which, like I already mentioned, were the size of light bulbs. “Damn”, I’m almost sure I said, gazing into the distance at the Transamerica Pyramid12, “tomorrow, if the sun is shining, I am going to walk all the way to that pyramid, touch it, turn around, and come back”. Finishing up and flushing, but forgetting to wash my hands in the excitement of my upcoming journey, I headed out the door and up the stairs to the apartment of my gracious hosts in order to share with them what I had resolved myself to doing. Walking right in without knocking I called out before even laying eyes on them “Tomorrow I’m walking to the pyramid, touching it, and walking back”. Even then, saying it out loud for the second time, it didn’t sound crazy until I heard from the lady of the house, “Not inappropriately, I hope”? “What”? I thought to myself, and then realizing replied “Oh, no, I wouldn’t dream of it”, both of us getting a good chuckle out of that.
The next morning I woke up early, though not earlier than I normally do being a long time believer in everything Benjamin Franklin13 ever said, and began preparing mentally for the day. I did this mostly by not thinking about it, and by immersing myself completely in various issues of ‘The Baker Street Journal’14. Once the sun was up, and, I thought, possibly my hosts as well, I went upstairs to wish them a good morning, and to remind them of the mission I was undertaking so as to end any worry they may have about how they could go about entertaining me for the day. After doing so, noticing their discomfort with my intention to “touch the pyramid” by the way their eyebrows gathered in the center of their heads and their mouths scrunched up tight and small, I excused myself with a mock military salute, and a farewell of “I shall return”15 before turning and walking out the door.
Once on the street, out of that building for the first time in a day and a half, I practically broke into a run toward my destination of that gloriously modern pyramid, then, remembering it was going to be quite a hike16, I slowed my pace to a leisurely stroll and began to take in the sights and sounds all around me. The sounds, though probably not any different than the sounds of any large metropolitan area, filled me with wonder; all the time, at the slightest noise I found myself exclaiming, ”What was that”?!, or complaining, “God damn that’s loud”, and then when it was really loud asking, “Do you think it could be any louder”?, to which it seemed the city itself answered back by increasing the volume to the point that I really believed I might go deaf17. The sights, at first, were quite delightful as San Francisco is filled with beautiful old Victorian buildings18 as well as exotic plants and trees that were an amazing shade of green even at the end of December. Yet, as I moved further along on my journey something unattractive, something kind of nasty actually soon became apparent. Everywhere I looked was trash, discarded garbage, it was all I could see, all of the city’s beauty disappeared, and with my heart near breaking I cried out, “San Francisco is filthy”!
Saddened by San Francisco’s sanitation situation I walked aimlessly, unable to avert my eyes19 from the mess that surrounded me, and then, almost ready to give up my pilgrimage and return to the quiet solitude of the apartment generously provided to me, I turned a corner, and there in the green grass yard of a modest little house was a sight that rejuvenated my senses, and sent my spirit soaring once again.
Here amidst the refuse of man, the unwanted objects and cast away items of the 21st century that littered the streets was a reminder of the spirit of the season20 embodied in this simple Christmas display. So taken by it was I that I paused for some moments to pay my respects, and in return received its gift of hope and energy for continuing on, until full to brimming with Holiday cheer I turned away and continued onward toward my goal.
From that point on whatever I saw along my journey was tinged with the beautiful glow I imagined those Santa Claus lights made when illuminated in the night; my stride became longer, my chin raised higher, my eyes once again seeing the loveliness of it all. So light was I now with this returned joy that I flew up and over the many hills before me with little effort until I arrived in no time at Union Square21. Here in the very heart of the city, making my way through the crowds of shoppers, all with Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays upon their lips, I was presented yet again with a delightful image of holiday tradition brought to this moderate climate through the marvel of modern technology, but looking, for all intents and purposes22 like a picture print by Currier and Ives23. Under the great shadows of the looming buildings and set amongst a variety of palm trees was an ice rink filled with laughing children, happy families and young lovers skating24 around and around to the accompaniment of the beautiful sound of Christmas carols.
Hypnotized by this holiday wonder, easily could I have watched the merriment of the skaters until the Sun had long gone to bed, and the air grew chill making me wish I had a jacket or at least a sweater25 to wear for the completion of my journey, but this could not be, for across the city the pyramid softly called to me, its voice breaking through the silver bells, across the jingling and the ring ting tingling, too26, pulling me away from the happy holiday crowd, and back on the street again27.
What forces28, I wondered, compelled me to make this journey, showed me such wondrous sights of Christmas cheer impelling me to go on when pile after pile of garbage seemed to stand in my way, only now, so close to my destination, to fill my head with worries and fear about what awaited me at the Pyramid. Near blinded by these unanswerable questions, dizzy from the words, “There’s no telling”29 ringing in my ears I stumbled toward a doorway to rest, and then, looking up, as my eyes began once more to clear, I saw a sign.
[Knowing full well30 that this sign was, as most signs unfortunately often are, just a sign; a sign signifying nothing more than the presence of the “Palace of Fine Junk” at this particular location, I was still unable to help myself from making more of it, being as I regularly believe there must be something to just about anything, as well as feeling compelled to go to great lengths to prove it, or at least give it the surface shine of appearing that way. The word “Krims Krams” for instance, though known to me, on account of my Scandinavian heritage31, to be simply the Swedish word for knick knacks, or odds, and ends, or even rubbish could very well be, I decided at that moment, the names of the proprietors of the shop; Mr. Krims and Mr. Krams, two affirmed bachelors living above their shop in an apartment so astoundingly disorganized and full to overflowing with bric-a-brac that they regularly became lost in their own mess, having to eventually paint arrows upon the ceiling for pointing them in the right direction. Or, also occurring to me, and perhaps the more likely of the two ideas I had, was that “Krims-Krams” is an incantation32, more powerful than abracadabra, or open sesame, written upon the sign in order to work its magic on those passing by who may be, as some are, in the annoying habit of reading aloud just about every words they come across. The contents and purpose of the shop were also open to prevarication, but not because of the shop being closed, or its windows so filthy as to make peeking in impossible, for, as I once remarked to myself, nothing as mundane as the facts of the matter are required for making more of it.]‡‡
Narrowly escaping from what I now call, “The Sign Trap”, I resumed my journey to the pyramid still determined to “touch it”, but not as enthusiastic as I might have been earlier in the day. Somehow I had lost sight of the big picture, that is, I had forgotten the reasons, if there ever were any, for proceeding upon this pilgrimage in the first place. To touch the pyramid as the motivation behind my pilgrimage seemed, as I walked the last few yards of my incredible hike, ridiculous, and furthermore, calling this a “pilgrimage” which did not sit right with me from the beginning, was now clearly only a result of my obsessive need to alliterate, always jumping in on its side and damn the consequences. I was at the end of my rope, on the ropes, wondered how I had roped myself into this, felt like if time travel were at all possible, according to the laws of science, that I would travel back to the bathroom when I first uttered those cursed words, “tomorrow, if the sun is shining, I am going to walk all the way to that pyramid, touch it, turn around, and come back”, and tell myself to “Go piss up a rope”. Too late for that now, nothing but wishful thinking33.
There it was right in front of me finally, the pyramid. Whoopee. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as I thought it would be, looked like it was straight out of the seventies, which it kind of was, all disco, and, well, all disco and shit. [I had a friend, Tim, who having just moved to my neighborhood asked me if the other kids would get mad at him if he wore a shirt that said, “Disco Sucks” on it. I told him I didn’t think so, as most of the other children (I really said, “children”! (can you believe it?)) did not care for disco, and would welcome him into the fold gladly, though I later discouraged him from wearing a ‘Molly Hatchet’ t-shirt, but only for personal reasons] So, less than enthusiastically I touched the pyramid, leaving my hand flat against it for somewhere between ten and twelve seconds, and, as I said I would, turned around to walk back. That was when I noticed, carved into the concrete sidewalk, a group of what I can only describe as “occult symbols”. Ready, as I always am, and have tried to convey to you on several occasions, to make something of it, I was stopped from doing so by what was obviously the reason for my journey, the message I was intended to receive from those unknowable Forces.
Notes1. “Beyond the door” is coincidentally (?) the title of a film released in 1974 about, as its theatrical release poster read, “…the most terrifying event in the history of mankind…”. This “terrifying event’, which takes place in San Francisco, is the birth of the Antichrist as well as the events, most likely fictionalized for the film ,surrounding it. A similar film, made in 1968, and taking place in New York City, is, ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ wherein the character Roman Castevet at a New Year’s Eve party toasts “To 1966! The year one”. While there is some dispute about whether the birthplace of the Antichrist was New York or San Francisco, many site the Transamerica Pyramid’s construction beginning in 1969 and finishing in 1972, as well as the World Trade Center construction which began in 1966, with the north tower being opened in Dec. 1970 and the south tower in Jan. 1972, as being no coincidence, but instead the building of monuments in celebration of the Antichrist’s birth, or “the year one”. The opening theme for ‘Beyond the Door’ is a new favorite of mine and I think, once you listen closely, it will be yours, too. Incidentally, this song, while not written by me or by anyone I know, portrays, almost exactly, an event which took place a long time ago between the Devil and me. How the writer learned of it I do not know, I never told a soul, so, it was probably the Devil. 2. In the drawing below you can see the dimensions (not including the base) of a typical incandescent bulb which is the type I was thinking of when describing “the drops of rain being the size of light bulbs”. Incidentally, according to ‘the all seeing and the all knowing great’ Wikipedia: “Because of their inefficiency, incandescent light bulbs are gradually being replaced in many applications by other types of electric lights, such as fluorescent lamps, compact fluorescent lamps (CFL), cold cathode fluorescent lamps (CCFL), high-intensity discharge lamps, and light-emitting diodes (LEDs). Some jurisdictions, such as the European Union, are in the process of phasing out the use of incandescent light bulbs.” measurements in inches All of which I mention for the use of future readers who may not be familiar with the kind of light bulb I am thinking of and therefore imagine the rain drops to be either smaller or larger than they actually were. 3. Originally I had my doubts about “like a small dog in the front room of an old lady’s house” being the best description of the wind’s behavior as I thought that the sight of a small dog running crazily (whipping) around an old lady’s front room might be of a reality perceived only by me and not common enough to create an idea in people’s minds of just how windy it was. However, after a small amount of research I did find that it is not an uncommon occurrence and may even be desirable if the following video is any indication. 4. My thought that an umbrella “would surely be destroyed in an instant” was confirmed later when I came across an abandoned umbrella that no doubt suffered its demise through the mindless violence of the wind. A book on dream interpretation the title of which I cannot recall had this to say about broken umbrellas, “Traditionally, the umbrella is the symbol of security. However, if the umbrella is broken or turned inside out your ultimate achievement is still possible, but it will be delayed.” Which in the case of my pilgrimage to the pyramid turned out to be quite correct, though, it wasn’t a dream…or was it?! 5. This is the note pad that I “jotted” The Three Directives’ upon and which is the subject of episode two of this series titled ‘All is not lost, but nearly’. Note: “Three” a number with much meaning discussed below. 6. The water came from the Hetch Hetchy reservoir (see map below), and was quite delicious, but not nearly as tasty as the water from the Institute’s private well. 7. This is the third time when using or about to use a restroom I received revelations of some importance. First, I discover the envelope leading me to the new spokesmistress for The Institute for the Study of Slightly Varying Circumstances, Svetlana Trumm. Second, I see the sign upon which is written the name, “Stout of Circumstance”, which I then order and imbibe leading to the discovery of the record, ‘Rail dynamics’, on the back of which is written, “under a variety of circumstances”, causing me to purchase it. And then, thirdly, I, after drinking a large amount of water (even though I was not thirsty) saw, through the bathroom window, the Transamerica Pyramid and was overtaken by a desire to “touch it”. Realizing all of this I, knowing there must be something to it found information that reinforced this idea. According tot he Encyclopedia Britannica: “The number 3 is a very mystical and spiritual number featured in many folktales (three wishes, three guesses, three little pigs, three bears, three billy goats gruff).” And now add “The three determining factors beyond willful control” According to a very reliable web site on number symbolism: “Number three expresses all aspects of creation, including birth life and death, past, present and future, and mind body and soul and man, woman and child.” “The symbolism of three is also linked with the triangle.” According to a web site about the Illuminati and our Reptilian Overlords: “The “eye” that Scripture wants us to consider is not the physical organ of sight, but the eye of the mind or the soul. This singular “eye” is called the “third eye” of clairvoyance in the Hindu religion, the eye of Osiris in Egypt, and the All-Seeing Eye in Freemasonry” According to Jack White III: “The first time it hit me, I was working in an upholstery shop. There was a piece of fabric over part of a couch. The guy I was working for put in three staples. You couldn’t have one or two, but three was the minimum way to upholster something. And it seemed things kept revolving around that. Like, you only need to have three legs on a table. After two, three meant many, and that was it, you don’t have to go any further than that: the three components of songwriting, the three chords of rock’n’roll or the blues – that always seemed to be the number.” And, don’t forget, Jack, “The three determining factors beyond willful control”. Jack White III And, if that wasn’t enough According to a web site that says it is “The doorway to signs and symbolic meanings”: “Three may also represent promising new adventures” Furthermore, in relation to my restroom experiences, if we were to define ‘rest’ as mental or spiritual calm, and in turn define calm as silence, then thinking of silence in the following way: “Out of Stillness and Silence of the Infinite consciousness came this universe of forms” it would then not seem impossible or even improbable that a restroom could be a conduit for conveying certain truths.
8. “City by the bay” probably puts you in mind of the song ‘Lights’ written by Steve Perry soon after he joined the band ‘Journey’ which had its origins in San Francisco. However, the song was originally intended to be about Los Angeles, but then realizing that “’The bay’ fit so nice”, Perry said he changed it because “I love San Francisco, the bay and the whole thing”. Journey 9. This, as I am sure you are painfully aware, is a reference to a song written by John Phillips and recorded by Scott McKenzie. Originally titled ‘If you’re going to San Francisco’ it is commonly called ‘San Francisco (Be sure to wear flowers in your hair. Thought by some to be to blame for bringing thousands of young people to San Francisco, the song was also supposedly adopted by, again, young people as an anthem for freedom in Central Europe, and was “widely played” according to your old pal, Wikipedia, during the 1968 Prague Spring. 10. The San Francisco Giants, or ‘Gigantes’ as they are known to their Spanish speaking supporters, are a Major League Baseball team that while in San Francisco have won the World Series twice, once in 2010 and then again in 2012.* Having been originally located in New York where they won a total of five World Series after their founding in 1883 as ‘The Gothams’, they moved to San Francisco in 1957. It is claimed by detractors of the Hetch Hetchy reservoir which supplies San Francisco with its drinking water, that the reason for the team only winning two championships in almost 60 years is because of the players ingesting large amounts of Hetch Hetchy water. And while this theory remains popular among conspiracy buffs it has yet to be substantiated scientifically. *Steve Perry sang the song ‘Lights’ (see above note) once during the 2010 World Series and twice during the 2012 Series. 11. Facebook’s headquarters are in Palo Alto, California just a mere 37 minute drive from San Francisco, while twitter’s headquarters (which has a yoga studio, a rooftop garden and an arcade) is right on Market Street within the city itself. Both companies hire, on the average, people in their twenties to work for them creating a large population in the city of young people who (statistically) do not make a habit of wearing flowers in their hair. 12. While researching the Transamerica Pyramid, especially its part in ushering in a time of darkness when evil will rule the earth, I came across the following on a web site that will remain nameless so as to not result in the visitor numbers increasing and in turn causing the site’s author to think “They’re on to him”. “The latitude of the City of San Francisco, California is 37.8 N Latitude. San Francisco is the Number One city in the USA which worships Sin. The tallest building is the Transamerica Building, which is pyramid like in shape. There may be a territorial demon which rules over 378 San Francisco. The Transamerica Pyramid is 260 meters tall. . built in 1972 The Nineveh Constant of 2268 may be connected to the idea of a 260 degree circle and the Great Cycle of the Sun which uses a fractal of 260.. More happenstance?
The number 260 figures prominently in the cycles of and travel to Mars. and The Mayan Ritual Year was 260 days in length. What are the odds that the Mayans built pyramids , had a 260 day ritual calendar and used extensively the number 378 AND that the Transamerica pyramid is 260 meters tall located on
latitude 37.8…is a coincidence? You decide.” 14.There is so much I could tell you about Ben Franklin it isn’t even funny. The guy did a lot of stuff, the kind of stuff people remember and think “I wish I could do half that stuff”, although I am not one of those people I still think Ben was, as I say to my young friends when telling them about him, “An alright dude”. You should check him out; he was one of the Founding Fathers of the United States and a polymath, as well as regularly saying things like these few examples below: “The U. S. Constitution doesn’t guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself.” “We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid.” “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” “Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” Well, that’s probably enough, you get the idea. I wonder when reading the third quote if Ben would think I’ve done either. Probably both. Ben 15. The Baker Street Journal is, according to the web site “The premier publication of scholarship about Sherlock Holmes” which it probably is for it seems impossible that they would benefit in any way from this claim, and as improbable as it seems that there would even be a “premier publication of scholarship about Sherlock Holmes” there is. As Holmes himself said, “How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?” 16. I borrowed “I shall return” from Douglas MacArthur who said it a long time ago. Wikipedia ‘the free encyclopedia that anyone can edit can’t you tell’ had this to say about it: “His famous speech, in which he said, “I came out of Bataan and I shall return”, was first made at Terowie, a small town in South Australia, on 20 March. Washington asked MacArthur to amend his promise to “We shall return”. He ignored the request” I, of course, had no reason to say ‘we’, and so no one bothered asking me to amend anything, though briefly, after I said it, I did feel a little embarrassed, but soon got over it. Doug 17. “About 10 million Americans have already sustained hearing impairments due to repeated exposure to hazardous levels of noise at work or at play. It doesn’t matter whether the sound is pleasant or unpleasant, if a person’s exposure is sufficiently loud or long hearing will be permanently damaged.” From ‘NOISE-INDUCED HEARING LOSS’ by Barbara A. Bohne, Ph.D. and Gary W. Harding, M.S.E. Dept. of Otolaryngology, Washington University School of Medicine, St. Louis, MO The photograph above of ‘The Painted Ladies’ was taken (by someone else) from Alamo Park where, it just so happens, my Pilgrimage to the Pyramid began. 19. Strangely, in relation to the omnipresent garbage I claim to be “unable to avert my eyes”, yet in episode three while describing my harrowing walk down Haight Street I state that, “I am quite adept at averting my eyes and refusing to listen”. The reason for this contradiction, when I am asked, is met with the following: “Much suspected by me, Nothing proved can be, Quoth Elizabeth prisoner”* *Written with a diamond on a glass window in 1554, by Princess Elizabeth (future Queen), during her unjust imprisonment for treason. Elizabeth 20. As Charles Dickens said: “Nearer and closer to our hearts be the Christmas spirit, which is the spirit of active usefulness, perseverance, cheerful discharge of duty, kindness and forbearance!” And being the man responsible for the reviving of the Christmas traditions as is explained by Phillip V. Allingham in ‘Dickens “the man who invented Christmas”‘ “As we look back from our perspective of a century-and-a-half, Charles John Huffam Dickens does indeed seem to be what London’s Sunday Telegraph for 18 December 1988 proclaimed him, “The Man Who Invented Christmas.” Certainly, he seems to have convinced his younger contemporaries that it was he rather than Benjamin Disraeli’s Young England Movement or Oxford’s Puseyites that had rediscovered the great Christian festival that — because of the massive inmigration to the cities that accompanied the industrial revolution — had been on the wane in Great Britain since the latter part of the eighteenth century. Paul Davis in The Lives and Times of Ebenezer Scrooge (1990) retells the anecdote first told of Dickens by Theodore Watts-Dunton in 1870. As he was walking down Drury Lane near Covent Garden Market on June 9th that year, Dunton overheard a Cockney barrow-girl’s reaction to the news of the great novelist’s death: “Dickens dead? Then will Father Christmas die too?” The fact is that, for those of us of British origin, Dickens more than anybody else revived the Christmas traditions which had nearly died out.” I would like to take this time to thank him. Thank you, Mr. Dickens. Your ever obedient servant, The President and Founder Charles Dickens 21. From your pal, Wikipedia: “Union Square was originally a tall sand dune, and the square was later set aside to be made into a public park in 1850. Union Square got its name from the pro-Union rallies held there on the eve of the Civil War. The monument itself is also a tribute to the sailors of the United States Navy” “Today, this one-block plaza and surrounding area is one of the largest collections of department stores, upscale boutiques, gift shops, art galleries, and beauty salons in the United States, making Union Square a major tourist destination, a vital, cosmopolitan gathering place in downtown San Francisco, and one of the world’s premier shopping districts.” Christmas tree in Union Square 22. True story Paul Brians, in his book, Common Errors in English Usage, says “for all intensive purposes” is “Another example of the oral transformation of language by people who don’t read much. “For all intents and purposes” is an old cliché which won’t thrill anyone, but using the mistaken alternative is likely to elicit guffaws.” And so, I, for not less than a few moments, pondered the use of “for all intensive purposes” in the hope of eliciting a guffaw from the reader, but then, though not happy with the idea of not thrilling anyone, I feared more being called out for such a grievous mistake which although ”likely” to cause a “boisterous laugh” was not guaranteed to do so, chose to use the correct ‘for all intents and purposes’, not realizing at the time that I had available to me any of the following: effectively, essentially, in essence, in effect, practically, and even virtually. Later Still wanting to be sure I consulted wiki answers and discovered: “A common malapropism is “for all intense and purposes” (also, “for all intensive purposes”) a result of the original phrase being misheard and repeated. The word “intense” is used here incorrectly; “intense” is used in English to indicate a degree of intensity, i.e., “As the afternoon passed, the fire grew more intense.”” Which in turn led to the following from Wikipedia ‘the fee encyclopedia they will let just anyone edit’: “A malapropism (also called a Dogberryism) is the production of an incorrect word in place of a word with a similar sound, resulting in a nonsensical, often humorous utterance. An example is Yogi Berra’s statement: “Texas has a lot of electrical votes,”rather than “electoral votes”. The words “malapropism” and “malaprop” come from “Mrs. Malaprop,” the name of a character in Richard Brinsley Sheridan’s play The Rivals who is prone to making this kind of humorous speech error. Her name, in turn, is a play on the word malapropos, an adjective meaning “inappropriate” or “ill-suited”. The word Dogberryism comes from “Officer Dogberry,” the name of a character in William Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing who also makes this kind of error. These are the two best-known fictional characters who make this kind of error–there are many other examples.” Then Wanting to be thorough I searched for images on Google listed under ”for all intents and purposes” and found, along with others less interesting, the image below. 23. “like a picture print by Currier and Ives” comes from ‘Sleigh Ride’ which is a popular Christmas song despite there being some questions about it being originally intended as such. ‘Currier and Ives’ was a print shop started by Nathaniel Currier and James Merritt Ives in Newark, New Jersey and which produced more than 1 million lithographs many focusing on Winter or Christmas time themes from 1834 to 1907. 24. I absolutely adore ice skating! As a young pup I played Hockey not at all well and due to the games being held across town at god awfully early times in the morning I was forced to rise much before the sun almost every Saturday,yes, Saturday, and have a glass of milk with toast for breakfast, yes, that was all I was allowed, before being placed, quite roughly I may add, into the back seat of a car (without protection of a seat belt) and subjected to all manner of 70’s light rock music for the entire ride to the ice rink. 25. While in San Francisco I had over the course of a couple days searched in vain for what is known as a “Johnny Rotten Sweater”. This type of sweater,made famous by the ex-front man of the notorious British Punk Rock band ‘The Sex Pistols’ in the 1970s has remained popular enough to be available right now for purchase on Etsy for around 50 bucks. Johnny Rotten 26. “across the jingling and the ring ting tingling, too” is my tribute to the song ‘Sleigh Ride’ which, I fear, may not have even been written as a Christmas song, but, nevertheless is a Holiday favorite. This is a particularly good part from the song, try singing it, you know the tune… Just hear those sleigh bells jingling,
Ring ting tingling too
Come on, it’s lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling
And friends are calling “yoo hoo”,
Come on, it’s lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you. ‘Friends are calling “yoo hoo”‘ conjured up frightening images for me as a child, that is, the good kind of frightening, the kind you just can’t get enough of. 27. Honestly, I am not really happy with the way this sentence ends up. Doesn’t sound right somehow, but the other day when I wrote it I got the song ‘Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream’ stuck in my head, and thinking that somewhere in this episode I make mention of the possibility of something being a dream I just had to use the line. Here is how it appears in the song: Now, I didn’t mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab
And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again. I have always been curious to know more about “this girl from France”. Bob has yet to say a word. 28. What these “Forces” are or even why I called them that was and is and may be always unknown to me. However, as my friend, Edgar said, “I am always displeased by circumstances for which I cannot account. Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.” Edgar 29. “There’s no telling”, while definitely a favorite phrase around the Institute, was, in this instance, a torment to me, mocking my supposed acceptance of the impossibility of establishing some things exactly. The “forces” mentioned earlier being most likely responsible for the repetition of the phrase in my head, though I have been unable to determine this to my satisfaction. 30. “Back in the Middle Ages and Renaissance it was common for “full” to modify adverbs. The only instance in which this continues today is the traditional phrase “full well,” mostly in “knowing full well.” People who “correct” this to “knowing fully well” may have modern grammar on their side, but they sound as if they aren’t acquainted with the standard idiom.” – Common Errors in English Usage by Paul Brians 31. My people primarily came to the United States from the Scandinavian countries of Norway, Denmark, and Sweden. There is a story, told to me by my Grandfather, that some time ago these ancestors of mine were known to eat peas with a knife. Vikings! ‡‡ I have, although I am unsure of its correctness, even after checking various sources, set this paragraph apart from the rest with the use of square brackets* (closed brackets, hard brackets, or simply brackets if you prefer) in order that I may explain the lengths gone to for the purpose of including the image titled “A sign on the street to the pyramid”. Having taken (made?) the image while on my way to the pyramid for the purpose stated above of “touching it” I, while writing this episode, felt compelled to use it, but was unsure of exactly how. After several rewrites of this paragraph, its only reason being an excuse to present the image, I settled on the one you find here, thinking, in my mind, it sufficient, while also believing, somewhat, that it successfully moved the action along while also providing the clues necessary to solving a mystery that may have been earlier discovered by the reader. 33. Christopher Booker (English journalist and author) had this to say about wishful thinking: “the fantasy cycle” … a pattern that recurs in personal lives, in politics, in history – and in storytelling. When we embark on a course of action which is unconsciously driven by wishful thinking, all may seem to go well for a time, in what may be called the “dream stage”. But because this make-believe can never be reconciled with reality, it leads to a “frustration stage” as things start to go wrong, prompting a more determined effort to keep the fantasy in being. As reality presses in, it leads to a “nightmare stage” as everything goes wrong, culminating in an “explosion into reality”, when the fantasy finally falls apart satis satis est . . ……………………………… ………….