Crunchy numbers
The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 120,000 times in 2014. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 5 days for that many people to see it.
The busiest day of the year was May 9th with 1,453 views. The most popular post that day was Threat From Alley Valkerie.
The top referring sites in 2014 were:
Thus reads my glowing annual report about this blog that comes with a photograph of my Muse Gone Bad, who took my phone number after I told her Royal Rosamond Press is a newspaper dedicated to preserving Bohemian types. I am a Bohemian type. Indeed, I may be the reigning ‘Last of the Bohemians’ after the death of Jeryl Zorthian who was given that title. Belle Burch and her friends are wanna-be Bohemians dedicated to protecting homeless vagrants in Downtown Eugene. Belle took my phone number under false pretenses, she hoping this blog can give her ilk the titles they do not deserve – at my expense! Instead of protecting this old Bohemian, they set out to destroy me!
Susan Elizabeth Sweeney wrote: The V-Shaped Paradigm: Nabokov and Pynchon
http://revel.unice.fr/cycnos/?id=1475
“Let me begin by explaining my title. This essay presents biographical and textual evidence of Nabokov’s influence on Thomas Pynchon. Since both writers have a penchant for oddly appropriate names, I thought a clever title was in order.”
Nabokov wrote ‘Lolita’ that was made into a movie staring Sue Lyon who was my brother’s wife’s best friend. Mark drove Sue to Santa Monica City College where they both took classes. Here is a photo of Patty Presco in Rosemary’s pool with Cindy Blake and I. Cindy is the daughter of Harry Blake, John Carson’s makeup artist. Cindy is sixteen. I am twenty two. I could have had intercourse with Cindy, but I judged her too young. Her parents and older sister thought we were making love. I had known Cindy since she was born. She took over her father’s job when he retired. Sue went to Uni High.
Cindy was friends of my sister and her friend Pip. They were very promiscuous teeny-boppers. Pip begged me to make love to her when she was thirteen, as did the fourteen year old girls across the street from me in Alameda. I just said “NO!”
Pip screwed all my hippie friends. I had to talk her and Vicki from going onboard a Russian freighter docked next to my boat. The sailors were beckoning them to come up the gangplank. This is 1968.
“If you go on board I will never see you again. They are protected by maritime laws. They will kill me if I come to your rescue!” I shouted to my thirteen year old sex-crazed sibling, who would marry a twenty-five year old Vietnam veteran a year later. You can see the ship in this photo.
My friend, Michael Harkins went with me to Christine’s funeral. On the way there Pip grilled Michael about who he was, wondering how she could have missed him, the youngest in our group. When Michael dropped Pip off at the airport, she grabbed him and gave him a deep French kiss. She was married.
When Michael asked me why she did that, I told him he was now officially a member of the Rosy Cult. With the blog-master’s choice of Belle Burch as my blog’s pinup girl, I hereby declare Belle a member of the Rosy Cult, and, part of the Tom Pynchon/Nabokov Cult. This would make Belle a Real Bohemian if it were not for my suspicion she has been drug into the Landmark Cult by the Calkin Clan.
In making the Eugene Abusers list, there is no doubt I will forever be a part of the Tom Pynchon/Nabokov Cult, thanks to Alley Valkyrie who has increased my readership. Tom’s novels are nothing but “crazy-making and gaslighting”. I love this disclaimer about those who post terrible thing about men;
“Hi there, this is a trust based list. We do not question stories that are submitted to us.”
Here is the kind of Freedom of the Press, the Belle and Alley can get behind.
Cindy and made love when she was twenty. My nephew Cian is very upset with our bond as he stands naked by Rosemary’s pool watching us swim. Cian is the boy in two pieces by the artist Rosamond. Now that Belle is famous, I might go ahead and paint her.
“Bad Jon! Bad!”
I think Cian has fallen in love with Cindy. He is looking dead at her, and then scolds me.
Jon Presco
John Gregory Presco, DOB 10/8/1946
This man’s name is John Gregory Presco, DOB 10/8/1946. He lives in Springfield, Oregon.
He frequents Eugene, especially the Whiteaker neighborhood, and regularly shows up at activist events. He is a stalker, a harasser, and an obsessed delusional sicko. He targeted a friend of mine and has been writing about her obsessively, and when I confronted him about his behavior, he decided to target me as well.
If you need a concrete example of his behavior and why I am posting this, his delusional writings can be found at https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com
If you see him in your neighborhood, on the street, or anywhere, call him out. Expose him. Make it known that you will not accept and tolerate someone who harasses and obsesses over young women in our community. This man is a very sick individual. Anyone who deliberately makes women feel unsafe should not be tolerated in this or any community
On a tangentially related note (Pynchon’s parabolic trajectory probably intersected the hermetic Nabokovian circle during their mutual Cornell days), the entire documentary Thomas Pynchon: A Journey into the Mind of P can also be viewed on the Tube.
https://rosamondpress.com/2014/04/30/belle-and-the-lolita-syndrome/
https://rosamondpress.com/2012/04/08/thomas-pynchons-lover-and-lolita/
“For years, Pynchon trackers have wondered about Tharaldsen, listed as married to Pynchon in a 1966–67 alumni directory. The real story is not of a secret marriage but a distressing divorce—hers from Seidler.”
It appears Thomas Pynchon is in my Family Tree, as is Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor who may have been jealous of Sue Lyon who played Lolita, who is running around half-naked in front of Richard Burton on the set of ‘The Night of the Iguana’. Sue Lyon was best friends of Patty Presco, the ex-wife of my brother. Mark Presco, who drove Sue Lyon to Santa Monica City College five days a week in his GTO Mustang that he bought from his wages earned by helping put men in space V-ia rockets. Mark was Mary Ann Tharaldsen’s brother-in-law, and the famous artist ‘Rosamond’ was her sister-in-law.
Rosamond took up art after seeing my painting of Rena Easton, who walked about California half-naked. She was seventeen, a real nymph I drove around in my 1950 Dodge.
My brother held our wedding reception at his house, and took the photos of Mary Ann and I. His eyes fell upon Sue Lyon for a semester. Stanley Kubrick worked with Vladimir on the Lolita script. Above is a letter from Vladimir to Kubrick. Did the Vlad have anything to do with casting Sue Lyon? Was he hidden behind two way mirror – with Pynchon during audition?
I am now running The Most Outrageous Pynchon Guess Contest. Send me you entries.
In the article in the New York magazine Boris (and Vlad) says Pynchon encouraged folks to keep on guessing about who he is, and what he is all about. My guess is, Thomas was an avid fan of the BBC series Connections, and might own this series on video tape. Anyone who has read a biography of a famous artist or musician, has read a book about Connections. With the addition of Pynchon in my family tree, so grows the Creative People therein. The relationship between Thomas and Mel Lyman, is amusing. As is the relation to Sir Richard Burton, the man who could not get enough attention, and the man who did not want any! I see a play on par with Waiting For Gadot.
If Rena had married me she would be kin to Taylor and Burton. At twenty-five, Rena married Sir Ian Easton, aged sixty one. Ian was an Admiral who was awarded a KCB. The lived on the Isle of Wight where British Admirals go to die. To make a picture of the old Admiral and his beautiful Water Nymph getting out of a Bentley to attend a ball, is Lolitish. Rena, the Mermaid of Wight, is the catch of the season. Ian made many old Admirals – jealous! Then there is the swimming pool at the club. There are smoking jackets. There is a book here.
Above is a photo of Rena that was taken by her lover in the woods. She was seventeen and totally naked. This photo appeared on a poster advertising an event held by the University of Nebraska. It was posted everywhere! There are real egg-head writers, and, there are real-life nymphs!
Vladamer was living in Oregon when he wrote Lolita. He went on a drive looking for butterflies. Did he come upon a loving couple that were a generation apart? Were they in a resturant, and after eating, he watched them drive away.
The average male has sex-thoughts every twenty seconds. In my novel ‘Capturing Beauty’ my big complaint was, that when Rena and I were in public, I saw nothing but powerful sex-thoughts firing away the second they lay eyes on her. These males captured Rena via the lenses in the eyes, and took her to their dungeon, or, some shady Motel out on the highway.
Nabokov believed he captured the unsung heart of America, the love of young maidens, and the automobile. We American love go out on the road – and have sex! Having casual visual sex with pretty young things, is par for the course.
Rena would not let me in the water with her, because she was having visual-sex with her admirers, her audience. Sue Lyon got in hot water over the image of her coming out of the water with an older man, my kindred Richard Burton.
Lolita – is a Muse? She is a Road Nymph in that Nymphs are associated with locality.
http://mindfulpleasures.blogspot.com/2013/03/nabokov-on-lolita-attempted-pynchon.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwXLDvAk5LA&x-yt-ts=1421914688&x-yt-cl=84503534#t=23
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSJ1Pzzhwmw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-NBPpM–pY
https://rosamondpress.com/2014/annual-report/
Here are more famous folks Thomas Pynchon is kin to….
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/07/23/dame-rosemond-and-american-peerage/
Jon Presco
https://rosamondpress.com/2013/09/01/vladimir-nabokov-pynchon-connection/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYbNpamv5Dg
http://revel.unice.fr/cycnos/?id=1475
Let me begin by explaining my title. This essay presents biographical and textual evidence of Nabokov’s influence on Thomas Pynchon. Since both writers have a penchant for oddly appropriate names, I thought a clever title was in order. I toyed with The Crying of Lolita, Gradus’s Rainbow, and Veenland. As the essay took shape, however, I decided to focus on each writer’s first novel in English: Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight; Pynchon, V. I considered the title “V-1 and V-2,” perhaps because I couldn’t get Gravity’s Rainbow out of my mind. But I was interested in the letter V’s shape, as well as the sound that it makes (or doesn’t make). I finally settled, then, on “The V-Shaped Paradigm.”
2Nabokov’s first English novel is filled with V’s, from the usual dedication “to Véra” opposite the copyright page to the violet theme, the knight’s move, the name of Sebastian’s mother Virginia, the spelling of “Sevastian” in Starov’s telegram, and the narrator’s first initial. The V that I have in mind appears in Sebastian’s novel Success, which investigates Fate’s attempts to bring two people together. In this essay, I use the design of Sebastian’s novel as a model for my own biographical investigation and for Nabokov’s and Pynchon’s narrative form. The novel’s structure, as Nabokov’s narrator describes it — “two lines which have finally tapered to the point of meeting” — is shaped like a letter V (97).
http://revel.unice.fr/cycnos/?id=1475
The subculture is exclusive to young girls.[2][5] As a subculture, it is a “retreat and preparation”, allowing girls to relate to their peers and “practice in the secrecy of girl culture the rituals of courtship away from the eye of male ridicule”,[2][5] also having no risks of standing out or personal humiliation, and serving as a retreat to avoid being labeled sexually.[5] It also allows young girls to participate in semi-masturbatory rituals, since they don’t have access to the masturbatory rituals common among boys.[5][clarification needed] While the subculture allows them to have a space of their own, the subculture magazines offer an idealized relation with the teen idols, always implying a subordination of the female to the male, anticipating that the subordination will keep being present in their future relationships, and presenting an idealized form of marriage.[5]
The narrative fantasies elaborated around teenyboppers serve as distractions from boring, unrewarding, or demanding aspects of life, such as school or work, and as a defensive means against the authoritarian structures at school.[1][5] When shared with other teenyboppers, it allows for defensive solidarity.[5] It allows its members to define themselves apart from younger and older girls.[1] Their groups, like all girl groups, will rarely go above four, unlike boys, who prefer bigger numbers.[5]
It has a commercial origin and is “an almost packaged cultural commodity”, emerging from the pop business and relying on commercial magazines and TV.[1] As a result, it has fewer creative elements than other subcultures.[1]
Membership has very few restrictions, does not require elaborate spending, and requires much less competence and money than certain school activities.[1][5] Because its members don’t have as much freedom as their male counterparts, the subculture is suited to being followed at school or home,[1][5] and they can hold a party with just a bedroom, a music player and permission to invite friends.[5]
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That Belle was brought into Memoirs “10478 to destroy me after I gave Frail – a clue – is profound. We are now in High Literature. The Crying of Lot 49 is a novella by Thomas Pynchon, first published in 1965. The shortest of Pynchon’s novels, it is about a woman, Oedipa Maas, possibly unearthing the centuries-old conflict between two mail distribution companies, Thurn und Taxis and the Trystero (or Tristero). The former actually existed and was the first firm to distribute postal mail; the latter is Pynchon’s invention. The novel is often classified as a notable example of postmodern fiction. Time included the novel in its “TIME 100 Best English-language Novels from 1923 to 2005”.[1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dtqt0bXb4Y