Christine Rosamond Benton’s favorite movie is….Chinatown! Royal Rosamond was a good friend of Erle Stanley Gardner – and Dashiell Hammet. What I just realized after reading my last post, was the The Benton Urn is…..
THE MALTESE FALCON
How did Christine know there was a COVE beyond the locked gate, that they were eager to discover if there were tidepool creatures in it. Did they have a hunch, or, did someone tell them,
What if Donald Layne said this;
“On your way to the cove, take in one of Brook-Kothlow’s famous homes. Clint Eastwood lived in one. Too bad you’re not spending the night. It would be a real feather in your Carmel Bonnet. You could call Clint and invited him over for a Clambake!”
Switch to the scene of a kind old lady pouring un-claimed cremated ashes on her rose bed, and is looking to do the same when Drew Benton’s time in the icebox expires. Virginias contracted to pour the ashes of the deceased in an exotic spot, but there is nothing like that in……
BULLHEAD CITY
John Presco
EXTRA! I found an old post from 2014 where I discover the house at Rocky Point was designed by Brook-Kothlow FOR ALAN FOX, and are considered works of art. I make the picture of parents allowing their daughter to stay in the Fox house – thinking it is safe to do so. Consider the flood in Texas. Alan goes out of his way – for children. Did he feel some responsibility to help Drew and Shannon? He had to know I was challenging the death accounts. Did Christine and Alan have a falling out at Rocky Point? Vicki mentioned inviting Christine’s boyfriend to the funeral. I recall he might have lived at Rocky Point. Consider the movie The Sandpiper. Did they have an ideal relationship? What went wrong? Drew took this name…Drew Taylor Rosemond Benton. Liz is related to Ian Fleming who wanted Richard Burton to play the first James Bond. How about a remake of The Sandpiper?
“I now have an image of Alan, the owner of the place that gave my sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, the last shelter she would enjoy on earth.
Let me make this picture for you: If your teenage daughter called and said she was spending the night at a friends, and she went walking with that friend, and was struck and killed by a car, wouldn’t you want to know who this friend was, who the parents were, where they lived, and their telephone number?
I am not saying Alan Fox invited Christine to the house on Rocky Point. If Allan rented this house, then he knew who he rented it to, thus, we may know who invited Christine to be a guest in that house.”
“Integrative Arts: The Fox House in Big Sur, a classic heavy-timber design by George Brook-Kothlow. His original plans called for plantings on the roofs, he made a point of telling me, but compromises with the client had to be made. As it turns out, the rock roof echoes portions of the surrounding terrain.”
The Sandpiper is one of the very few major studio pictures ever filmed in Big Sur, and the story is specifically set there. The film includes many location shots of Big Sur landmarks, including Pfeiffer Beach, Point Lobos State Reserve, Bixby Creek Bridge, the Coast Gallery (where Laura exhibits her artwork), and the restaurant Nepenthe.[4]
The latest headlines in The New York Times and other news outlets scream about growing problems we urgently need to address to ensure a future in which our children can thrive. We live in a world of growing income disparities, human rights violations, increasing environmental concerns, political instability and ongoing global threats and atrocities. We will never have an impact on these issues until we enlist the help of those who will be 60 years old in 2071. Yes, I’m talking about the five-year-olds of today.
John F. Kennedy paraphrased Luke 12:48 when he said, “For of those to whom much is given, much is required.” I have a large family: children, stepchildren, adopted children, and grandchildren. Over the years, my family has become a melting pot of geographies, countries of origin, faiths, political leanings and ideas. The single most important idea I have conveyed to each of them is simply this:
I just discovered the house my late sister was invited to at Rocky Point was designed by the famous architect, Brook-Kothlow, for Allan Fox, who sold this house in a hurry shortly after Christine Rosamond Benton was allegedly swept from the rocks below this house that plays a prominent role in the counterculture and the development of the World Wide Web.
Brook-Kothlow was inspired by the ideas of Khan and Brand Stewart, who put on the Tripps Festivals, and published The Whole Earth Catalogue which was the model for the Internet. Stewart was at the Open Theatre with the Loading Zone. Clint Eastwood owned another famous house by Brook-Kothlow. These houses are considered HISTORIC works of Art and Philosophy. Why would Alan Fox sell one of these very unique homes built JUST FOR HIM? He had to know Eastwood owned one. According to Donald Layne and his wife, who I talked to on the phone;
“Allan was in a awful hurry to sell that home, and did so at a great loss.”
Why was Mr. Fox in such a hurry to sell a home that he knew would go up in value. Fox is a big real estate investor. Sound’s like a bad business to me. Could it be I asked my surviving sister, Vicki Presco, who owned that house?
“Why do you want to know?” Vicki spat. “I want to go there and talk to them.” “I’ll get back to you.” my little lying sister said. Fifteen minutes later. “They moved!” “Can I have their names?” “What difference does it make? They are gone!”
This is when my investigation began in ernest. Michael Harkins helped me for a while, and then taught me how to investigate. I sent my report to the Coroner with this quote from Harkins;
“Now that you know for sure you have been lied to, you must assume everything is a lie, until proven otherwise, and, you have to consider anything could have happened, including murder.”
When my family read “murder” they used that word as their defense, being, I was insane and mentally ill, I wanting to conclude that off the top. What I was looking for, was the motive for the owner of a famous house concealing his identity. Fearing a Wrongful Death Lawsuit, would be one motive. Allan Fox is a multi-millionaire, and thus susceptible to a suit. Did his attorneys suggest he sell that infamous home that Drew Benton allegedly did a drawing of? Drew is the daughter of two famous artists and is a member of the Historic Benton Family.
The second question I had, was why would Christine allow her daughter down at this extremely dangerous place when the wind was howling? Christine had nightmares about dying via a huge wave. Huge waves carved the bowl you see just below the Fox house. Not the stairs others have built to get down near the sea that is very deep. I saw plumes of water shooting thirty feet into the air when I was there during a mild day. At first, my nephew admitted to seeing huge plumes of water going high into the air – from the house! Surely Christine saw these plumes from the huge windows. I’m sure this is why Fox wanted a house built there, these plumes a means to impress his friends. Did Allan warn Christine about going down to the water’s edge?
Jon Presco
And so with his first project, Brook-Kothlow had made a name for himself. For the better part of the next 15 or so years, the architect was in high demand, all the while repeatedly drawing from that Duncans Mills timber stash and outdoing himself, it must be said, with each new project. In ’69, it was the Staude House, his first radial design and the first project to come directly from the Hill of the Hawk work. In ’71, there was Coker Studio. In ’74, he did the Kemnitz House. In ’78, he was building his own house and studio. In the ’80s, there were houses for Michael Trotter and Allen Fox. A few of these are visible from Highway One, and they would have caught your attention. The zenith, though, is the house you’ll never see during a drive and won’t find on the Internet: The Clint Eastwood residence, ’75, in Pebble Beach. Clint, too, had seen the LA Times’s Home magazine piece on Hill of the Hawk.
Lloyd Kahn (born 1935) is the founding editor-in-chief of Shelter Publications, Inc., and is the former Shelter editor of the Whole Earth Catalog. He is also an author, photographer, and pioneer of the green building and green architecture movements.
He next got a job in Big Sur as foreman building a large post and beam house out of bridge timbers from a dismantled bridge; the main structural members were 30′ long, 8′ X 22″ redwood beams. He then built his own home out of used lumber and hand-split shakes in Big Sur, developed a water supply, and terraced a hillside for small-scale farming.
Kahn next worked for Stewart Brand as Shelter editor for the Whole Earth Catalog. In 1970 Kahn published his first book, Domebook One, followed the next year with Domebook 2, which sold 165,000 copies. In 1971, he bought a half-acre lot in Bolinas, California, and built a shake-covered geodesic dome (later featured in Life magazine).
Also in 2008, Kahn authored Builders of the Pacific Coast. Kahn authored a photo book about tiny houses, titled Tiny Homes: Simple Shelter published January, 2012.[3] Kahn’s newest book is “Tiny Homes on the Move” published in April, 2014.[4]
The house at Rocky Point where my late sister, Christine Rosamond, was invited to by a person unknown, was owned by Alan C. Fox who I just tried to talk to on the phone. I got his secretary who asked my name and what was my business. I told her my name and this was concerning the house he owned at Rocky Point. I was put on hold for twenty seconds. When the secretary came back on, she said;
“Alan does not own that house anymore.” “Then he did own it?” “Yes, but not in a long time.”
I now have an image of Alan, the owner of the place that gave my sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, the last shelter she would enjoy on earth.
Let me make this picture for you: If your teenage daughter called and said she was spending the night at a friends, and she went walking with that friend, and was struck and killed by a car, wouldn’t you want to know who this friend was, who the parents were, where they lived, and their telephone number?
I am not saying Alan Fox invited Christine to the house on Rocky Point. If Allan rented this house, then he knew who he rented it to, thus, we may know who invited Christine to be a guest in that house.
Alan’s mother was an artist, and Alan is the publisher of ‘Rattle’ a publication that promotes poetry and poets. Royal Rosamond Press was founded in order to protect Artists and Poets. Perhaps Alan would like to know who Christine and her grandfather were? On this site Alan bids one to take an inventory of talented people in your family.
The day before Christine’s funeral, Vicki and I are sitting at the dining room table in our late sister’s house talking about the accident. We make a diagram, or map of the place Christine was swept off the rocks. It is a top view and I we have placed four people in that bowl;
Christine Drew Shamus Vicki
There is silence. I am considering talking to Vicki’s son, Shamus, when my sister gets up and takes the note pad into another room. Shamus and Drew are playing video games in the den. Drew is 9 years of age. My friend comments on how unshook she appears.
Vicki comes back with the pad and puts it down before me, and says;
“I had Drew do this drawing in order to get in touch with her feelings. She moved this person over here. (points to hyphan betwen two top figures) She was not happy with where she placed her. She wanted to be accurate. There are not four people in that cove.”
I questioned Vicki again as to who was down in that cove, and, Shamus was no longer there. I was flabbergasted. I kept my mouth shut. This was a very primitive drawing, something a three year old would do. How would this help Drew get in touch with her feelings – by moving a stick figure over three feet!
When I saw Drew’s drawing that Mark sent me, when Drew was the same age, I knew Vicki had done this drawing. Drew is a gifted artist. No way would she do anything like this – in order to get in touch with her feelings – or for any other reason. Vicki was only gone for five minutes. No way would Drew put down the joystick to do this drawing.
A couple of weeks later Vicki says Shamus was up in the main house playing video games.
“I thought you said that part of the house was locked?” No commnet.
In another conversation Vicki puts Shamus up in the guest house reading a book.
I get a call from Shamus who is angry. I sent a report off to John Detro who I thought was a reporter for the Pinecone. He is a freelance writer, and has shown my report to his friend, Stacey Pierrot.
Shamus now tells me he got a headache due to it being cold, and left the cove to go rest in the guest house.
“Vicki said you were reading a book – with a headache?”
“I wasn’t reading a book.”
I believe the sheriff and the coroner have a copy of this drawing on file. Vicki added to this drawing by showing me how far out the water, was, due to it being low tide – so ar you could not see it. And, it was foggy. Vicki put the fog in – and it has not lifted hence. Vicki needs to take a lie detector test – and some art lessons!
Vicki is an egregious liar, a master liar! Drew needs to be asked if she did this drawing. I suspect she is a poor liar, like her cousin Shamus. This is why we have only one eye-witness account from the three survivors.
When I talked to the sheriff on the phone he told me the main house was open and there were about five adults inside, plus, three children! He had put on scuba equipment to go fetch Christine who was still alive thirty minutes after the first 911 call. He told me he saw a third sister down in that cove. Was this Nina? Does she have children? Did she look like Christine?
These lies are an art form. This is minimalist art. That pyramid atop the hill is a house! Unbelievable! A helicopter plucked Christine from the sea and landed her near this house. My sister was put in a waiting ambulence so CPR work could be done. The ambulence rushed fifteen miles to the hospital. Why isn’t this drama in any book? Why have we not read many eye-witness accounts? What drama! What we allegedly got – is a child’s drawing of stick-figures? And from this they make a movie! Are you kidding me! Why don’t we see a helicopter in this famous cartoon drwan by a member of the famous Benton family?
C’mon! Where’s that infamous “rogue wave” and the 20 knot wind?
What we got for action, is a hyphan. So much for getting in touch with one’s feelings!
What became of the drawing Vicki and I made together that put her son about five feet from Christine? She must have torn it off the pad, and threw it away – as planned!
In a home movie Vicki and Shamus made a week later, serveral waves fill the cove.
“See, this is what happened to us.”
Shamus says something, and Vicki says;
“I told you not to come down here because it was too dangerous!”
Then THEY find the jacket Christine was allegedly wearing, high up in the iceplants.
“The big waves must have tossed it up here.” says Vicki.
When I questioed Shamus about this suede jacket that was in pristine condition, I wondering how Christine got it off, and how it made its way into the cover, I was hit with one giant lie after another.
The question I asked Vicki, that made her go fetch this drawing, was;
“Was it possible for Shamus to rescue Christine?”
It’s time for Vicki to get in touch with her feelings in a court of law – with a big blackboard hovering in the background! Time for some good ol courtroom drama!
Strap me to a lie detector! I’m good to go!
“It is nearly impossible for Vicki to believe that the jacket she has retrieved from the iceplant is the same one Christine was wearing. The world become bleary as Vicki tries to grasp the fact that the ocean must have reached this far up on the slope. Un-noticed, Vicki’s hands snap and unsnap the fastenings at the waist.” page 5
SHAMUS: “I was bundled in a jacket myself the morning she died. It was blustery. I only got hot after running around (jogging maybe) looking for lizards. I doubt she took off the jacket b4 she was taken by the wave.”
As for the jacket Christine was wearing, he told me he wondered as to why it was in such good condition after it was in the ocean, then lay by the sea for a week! Vicki had found it in the iceplants. When I pointed out how high up the ice plants were in the photo, Shamus came up with a theory of his own as to how it got off Christine. He suggested the coat got snagged on a rock, and was pulled off as Christine was pulled out through that crevis. It then got washed up on the rocks, then, the wind blew it up the hill onto the iceplants. This theory eliminates the idea there had to have been a third rogue wave that washed it up that high as Vicki suggests in Tom Snyder’s biography
“There’s nothing fishy about 1 wave being right after another. Only one wave is believed to have taken her out . The fact a smaller one set her up for the big one is not suspicous by any means. You’ve been near the ocean….You usually see more than one wave do you not?And no I don’t see what you are going though. Why is it so impossible for a jacket to be washed up and not be trashed? And what significance does the jacket have? It isn’t oj’s glove…..IF there were a cover up for any reason (which there’s not), don’t you think MORE details would be provided instead of less?”
Well, “MORE” details have been added by Tom Snyder – and by Shamus himself when he says it was “blustery”. This is the key that unlocks the truth, and lifts the fog that has shrouded the scene of my sister’s death. It is Mr. Snyder who puts MORE testimony in Christine’s mouth, and like so many before him, he has gone to great lengths to remove the “blustery” wind!
Take note that Shamus Dundon suggests THE WIND blew the kacket UP the steep hill onto the iceplants.
That year, Stewart’s Point Foundation received a publishing advance of $1.3 million for The Whole Earth Software Catalog, a record deal for a paperback original to this day. As a spin-off, he and Kevin Kelly organized the first Hacker’s Conference at Fort Cronkite, the old army barracks north of the Golden Gate bridge. It was in his talk at the conference that Stewart spoke his prophetic words, “information wants to be free”, before a hacker audience that included Steve Wozniak, Ted Nelson, Captain Crunch (Ted Draper), and Richard Stallman, among others. I was also there. Stewart had convinced Doug Carlston, the founder of Broderbund, and myself, to put up the money to finance the event. Stewart’s talk was later published in a May 1985 article in Whole Earth Review entitled “‘Keep designing’: How the information economy is being created and shaped by the hacker ethic.”
Clearly, some of the interesting thinking about the Internet has its origins in ideas formulated by the artists of the ’60s, which, wittingly or unwittingly, were carried forward by the enthusiastic young Lieutenant Brand.
https://rosamondpress.com/2014/02/18/the-suede-coat-lie/embed/#?secret=aN88vnDl3x#?secret=tDQFww5QTI Alan C. Fox Wrong Alan C. Fox? President Phone: (818) ***-**** ext. *** 2JHXCF0Aza1IaE682zmkJQ Local Address: Studio City, California, United States A C F Property Management Inc. Background Employment History Founder and President A C F Property Management Inc. Editor-In-Chief Rattle Publisher Rattle President Frieda C. Fox Family Foundation International Trauma-Healing Institute Board Memberships and Affiliations Founder Rattle Founder Frieda C. Fox Family Foundation Board Member Bright Prospect Education Master law degree accounting degree creative writing degree USC
38 Total References Web References Bright Prospect http://www.brightprospect.org, 11 June 2012 [cached] Alan Fox – Director Alan Fox is the founder and President of ACF Property Management, a real estate investment and management company with over $1 billion of property under management. He also serves as President of the Frieda C. Fox Family Foundation. ITI – Mission, Develop new models, programs, and delivery systems for healing trauma http://www.traumainstitute.org, 20 Oct 2012 [cached] Alan Fox Alan Fox is the father of six outstanding children, and is the editor and publisher of Rattle, a well respected literary magazine. He highly values education, and has accumulated college degrees in Accounting, Law, Education, and Professional Writing. In his spare time he is the CEO of a successful commercial real estate firm which specializes in purchasing and managing large shopping centers in the Western United States. Alan Fox Moonday … http://www.moondaypoetry.com, 21 Aug 2012 [cached] Alan Fox Moonday Poetry 2012 Alan Fox founded Rattle in 1994, turning what began as a class chapbook into one of the largest and most prestigious literary magazines in the world. In the process, he has interviewed over 60 contemporary poets, a selection of which appeared as Rattle Conversations (Red Hen Press, 2008), and published over 40 of his own poems. Fox just complete his first full-length manuscript manuscript, entirely composed of eight-line poems, Being There. … Alan Fox Profiles in Philanthropy: The Frieda C. Fox Family Foundation — Detail » News » Frieda C. Fox Family Foundation http://www.fcfox.org, 1 Dec 2006 [cached] Alan Fox created the Frieda C. Fox Family Foundation in 1999, naming the philanthropy for his mother, a teacher, artist, and musician who was the first in her family to attend college. . At year-end 2005, BREW reported a … roselawgroupreporter.com, 31 Aug 2012 [cached] At year-end 2005, BREW reported a company formed by Gary Dragul of GDA Real Estate Services Inc. in Englewood, Co. and Alan Fox of ACF Property Management Inc. in Studio City, Calif. paying $44 million ($260 per foot) to buy East Thunderbird Square. … The property has been in receivership since the company headed by Dragul and Fox defaulted on a loan that was secured by the retail project, which has an address of 13802 N. Scottsdale Road. … In March 2006, BREW reported companies formed by Dragul and Fox paying $63.5 million ($401.10 per foot) to buy East Thunderbird Square North, which is located at 14202, 14224, 14344 and 14418 N. Scottsdale Road. … While companies formed by Dragul and Fox have lost retail assets in the Valley through foreclosure, other companies formed by the investors have been buying retail properties in the Phoenix area.
His vision of the psychedelic era was essentially businesslike – as he tells the story, a lot of the founding hippie generation learned their manners as drug dealers in Haight Ashbury, San Francisco: “I wasn’t one myself, though I knew a lot of people that were. But when the Mob came in and killed a few of us, then we got out of that business, because they sliced up [the hippie dealer] Superspade and hung his torso from a tree out on the beach.
Did you always think that The Brotherhood of Eternal Love was just a peace-loving commune full of hippies? Always thought that their leader, former Harvard Professor Timothy Leary, was just a harmless guy who was unjustly persecuted for his call to America’s youth to “turn on, tune in, drop out”? Think again! In the 1970s the truth was revealed: The Brotherhood of Eternal Love turned out to be an international criminal organization involved in the production and distribution of drugs. Several members, along them Timothy Leary himself, were arrested. Some arrests even took place in Europe. It appears that the investigation into the Tate murders ultimately led to the downfall of the Brotherhood’s drug empire. On this page you can find more information on this “drug cult”, its practices and the connections it had to the Manson Family.
God in America, is a presentation of AMERICAN EXPERIENCE and FRONTLINE, and explores the historical role of religion in the public life of the United States. The six-hour series interweaves documentary footage, historical dramatization, and interviews with religious historians.
God in America examines the potent and complex interaction between religion and democracy, the origins of the American concept of religious liberty, and the controversial evolution of that ideal in the nation’s courts and political arena. The series considers the role religious ideas and institutions have played in social reform movements from abolition to civil rights, examining the impact of religious faith on conflicts from the American Revolution to the Cold War, and how guarantees of religious freedom created a competitive American religious marketplace. It also explores the intersection of political struggle and spiritual experience in the lives of key American historical figures including Franciscan Friars and the Pueblo leader Po’pay, Puritan leader John Winthrop and dissident Anne Hutchinson, Catholic Bishop John Hughes, abolitionist Frederick Douglass, Presidents Thomas Jefferson and Abraham Lincoln, reform Rabbi Isaac Meyer Wise, Scopes trial combatants William Jennings Bryan and Clarence Darrow, evangelist Billy Graham, civil rights leader Martin Luther King, Jr., and the Moral Majority’s Jerry Falwell.
A principal author of the Bohemian Modern [my term for it] design vocabulary, an idiom that found its energy source first in the Beat scene and then in the 1960s/70s back-to-the-land movement and its ad-hoc handmhttp://www.pineconearchive.com/120928PCRE.pdfade house phenomenon, Brook-Kothlow was a major figure of first-wave environmental architecture in the American West. He specialized in conceiving houses that have that aura—an overwhelming feeling that gets you in the solar plexus the moment you sit down in front of the fireplace. Brook-Kothlow designed homes that manage to stand monklike amid the most intimidating of idyllic scenarios. How do you insert a building into glorious perfection?
A ca.1967 photo showing the construction of the Chappellet family’s Hill of the Hawk in Big Sur. The so-called Big House straddles the saddle of the site. George placed the studio, which is detached, a bit closer to the inspirational view. Built of reclaimed redwood bridge timbers, this was George’s first solo work following four years as an architect with Callister & Hillmer. The builders were Lloyd Kahn, Owen Greenan, Paul Wingate, and Seth Wingate. Photo courtesy Brook-Kothlow Family.
Integrative Arts: The Fox House in Big Sur, a classic heavy-timber design by George Brook-Kothlow. His original plans called for plantings on the roofs, he made a point of telling me, but compromises with the client had to be made. As it turns out, the rock roof echoes portions of the surrounding terrain.
At this time, for most of Brand’s bohemian contemporaries, computers meant large and faceless companies like IBM. But Brand himself had caught a glimpse of a different future at the beginning of the 60s, when a copy of the first computer game ever written, Space War, had escaped from MIT and found its way to Stanford. In about 1962, Brand had seen people playing the game, and been astonished by the effect it had: “What I saw was an interaction around computers that was as intense as anything I saw around drugs or anything else that I knew. People were absolutely out of their bodies playing. It seemed that computers were doing everything that drugs had promised. Drugs were much more self-limiting than computers: the hackers had found something better than drugs, but theirs was the same bohemian frame of reference.”
Sticks-and-Stones Organic: The Coker Studio / George Brook-Kothlow, Architect; Daniels & House, Builder. Circa 1971, California Coast. Posted on May 1, 2012 by admin In 1971, a year before the California Coastal Commission’s founding, legendary cartoonist Paul Coker, known for his long association with Mad magazine, commissioned an ecologically concerned live/work studio for himself, to be built on a rugged and wind-and-surf-blasted promontory in Big Sur. Coker’s circumstances at the time required that the house be finished in only two months. His architect, Carmel Valley’s George Brook-Kothlow, working with Daniels & House Construction, of Monterey, delivered. The result is one of the most poetically quiet buildings I’ve seen on the coast. With its humble timberframe form (the columns are reclaimed redwood bridge timbers) and sod-covered roof canted to the slope of the site, Coker Studio suggests a sticks-and-stones kind of architecture, a complete Organicism—timeless and free of pretension. The house manages to be exactly what the site demands of it: a warm, cozy, and soulful safe haven from the frequently harsh elements; a crafted building that asserts a certain rootedness to the earth without ever showing anything but absolute deference to nature’s strength and beauty. It’s only as big as it needs to be. The ground floor holds a small living room with oversize fireplace, a galley kitchen, a bath, and space-maximizing built-in storage areas. A loft bedroom, situated to embrace the warmth of the chimney, completes the 700-square-foot floor plan. The floors are radiant-heat exposed-aggregate concrete—toastiness under your bare feet. Recently, the very private current owners allowed me to visit and take some quick snapshots. Big thanks and appreciation to them for letting me share this with you.
Christine Rosamond Benton looks down from heaven and is very pleased to see I have put her next to our cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and Clint Eastwood, who was present when Rosamond presented her portrait of Jimmy Stewart to the famous actor who acted in famous Westerns.
Today I will watch the Pebble Beach Golf Tournament. Clint donated another large track of land near where National Velvet was filmed.
ttention nature lovers: actor and director Clint Eastwood just made your day.
The Academy Award winner has donated 79 acres of prime beachfront property to the Big Sur Land Trust. It’s part of a project to restore the Carmel River’s historic flood plain to reduce flood-related problems, while enhancing wildlife habitats along the river and creating new trails linking state and regional open spaces.
The gift, made through the Clint and Maggie Eastwood Trusts, follows another 49-acre gift the couple presented in 1997.
The former mayor of Carmel, California, Eastwood has worked for years to help acquire land surrounding the city for the project—which involves removing a dam, restoring wetlands, and returning part of a golf course to the wild. The California Department of Natural Resources believes the completed project will make the Carmel one of the best restored rivers in America.
A principal author of the Bohemian Modern [my term for it] design vocabulary, an idiom that found its energy source first in the Beat scene and then in the 1960s/70s back-to-the-land movement and its ad-hoc handmade house phenomenon, Brook-Kothlow was a major figure of first-wave environmental architecture in the American West. He specialized in conceiving houses that have that aura—an overwhelming feeling that gets you in the solar plexus the moment you sit down in front of the fireplace. Brook-Kothlow designed homes that manage to stand monk-like amid the most intimidating of idyllic scenarios. How do you insert a building into glorious perfection?
A ca.1967 photo showing the construction of the Chappellet family’s Hill of the Hawk in Big Sur. The so-called Big House straddles the saddle of the site. George placed the studio, which is detached, a bit closer to the inspirational view. Built of reclaimed redwood bridge timbers, this was George’s first solo work following four years as an architect with Callister & Hillmer. The builders were Lloyd Kahn, Owen Greenan, Paul Wingate, and Seth Wingate. Photo courtesy Brook-Kothlow Family.
Integrative Arts: The Fox House in Big Sur, a classic heavy-timber design by George Brook-Kothlow. His original plans called for plantings on the roofs, he made a point of telling me, but compromises with the client had to be made. As it turns out, the rock roof echoes portions of the surrounding terrain.
At this time, for most of Brand’s bohemian contemporaries, computers meant large and faceless companies like IBM. But Brand himself had caught a glimpse of a different future at the beginning of the 60s, when a copy of the first computer game ever written, Space War, had escaped from MIT and found its way to Stanford. In about 1962, Brand had seen people playing the game, and been astonished by the effect it had: “What I saw was an interaction around computers that was as intense as anything I saw around drugs or anything else that I knew. People were absolutely out of their bodies playing. It seemed that computers were doing everything that drugs had promised. Drugs were much more self-limiting than computers: the hackers had found something better than drugs, but theirs was the same bohemian frame of reference.”
I just discovered the house my late sister was invited to at Rocky Point was designed by the famous architect, Brook-Kothlow, for Allan Fox, who sold this house in a hurry shortly after Christine Rosamond Benton was allegedly swept from the rocks below this house that plays a prominent role in the counterculture and the development of the World Wide Web.
Brook-Kothlow was inspired by the ideas of Khan and Brand Stewart, who put on the Tripps Festivals, and published The Whole Earth Catalogue which was the model for the Internet. Stewart was at the Open Theatre with the Loading Zone. Clint Eastwood owned another famous house by Brook-Kothlow. These houses are considered HISTORIC works of Art and Philosophy. Why would Alan Fox sell one of these very unique homes built JUST FOR HIM? He had to know Eastwood owned one. According to Donald Layne and his wife, who I talked to on the phone;
“Allan was in a awful hurry to sell that home, and did so at a great loss.”
Why was Mr. Fox in such a hurry to sell a home that he knew would go up in value. Fox is a big real estate investor. Sound’s like a bad business to me. Could it be I asked my surviving sister, Vicki Presco, who owned that house?
“Why do you want to know?” Vicki spat. “I want to go there and talk to them.” “I’ll get back to you.” my little lying sister said. Fifteen minutes later. “They moved!” “Can I have their names?” “What difference does it make? They are gone!”
This is when my investigation began in ernest. Michael Harkins helped me for a while, and then taught me how to investigate. I sent my report to the Coroner with this quote from Harkins;
“Now that you know for sure you have been lied to, you must assume everything is a lie, until proven otherwise, and, you have to consider anything could have happened, including murder.”
In 1985 I visited my friend, Nancy Hamren, at the Kesey family creamery here in Springfield where I now reside. We had gone to lunch and talked about living at the ‘Idle Hands’ commune in San Francisco that was funded by Betty Zorthian the heir of William’s Shave. Nancy suggested I author the history of the Hippies because I could recall so much. A year later I began my first novel ‘The Gideon Computer’. It is about the ‘Last Hippie of the Future’. Thanks to the computer and the World Wide Web, that future has come to pass. You could say I have found God, and God is Me. We are one, and we are on the Internet.
“To date, Trattner and Hotelling agree, Pebble Beach Company has never sued an artist or photographer over pictures of the Lone Cypress.”
Last night I talked to Marilyn Reed on the phone about the article I read about the Lone Cypress, and the Pebble Beach Company who owns it in so many perplexing ways. They threatened to sue an artist they caught with his easel doing a plein air painting of the most recognized object in the world after the Mona Lisa. A billion earthlings have fallen in love with this beautiful tree perched on a outcropping of dramatic rocks at the edge of the Pacific Ocean. This is a ‘Last Stand’ – a theatrical scene! This Majestic Cypress has escaped the ugliness in America, ran to the edge, and threatened to take her life if anyone come near to defile her.
Well, she has been defiled. A group of rich dudes – who are not artists – now own her, and only have an interest in making a buck. These are pimps. The Cypress is their Star Whore. I am reminded of my late sister, the famous Carmel Artist, Rosamond, who drowned in the ocean in 1994 after being swept off other dramatic rocks at Rocky Point by a “rogue wave”. Rogue means “lone”. as in rogue wolf. Rogue Tree.
Marilyn is my childhood sweetheart. She told me she rented the movie ‘Big Eyes’ the night before. We compared this movie to Rosamond’s success. Christine Rosamond Benton rendered these beautiful Bohemian women with large eyes suspended in her infamous “empty space” that three rival biographers, and countless blogs, read much into. They spied with their little eyes, so much, but, they had next to nothing to say. Not one of them are artists. I was reviled, even threatened with attorneys if I did not sign the Exclusive Rights Contract one author sent me that would have legally forbid me to write a word about my late sister that emerged from the same womb I did.
I told Marilyn I was having trouble exploiting myself, and, after starting several novels I have yet to finish, I concluded I was a blogger.
“Every day I blog. This is what I love to do. I am not a poet, a artist, a theologian, a architect, a hippie, a novelist. I am the Man Captured in the Gideon Computer. There have never been men like me. We are twenty years old. This is the end of my life.”
This morning I arose, went to my computer, and searched for the owners of the Lone Cypress. I am – AMAZED! Alas, I am at the epicenter of Rosamond’s Labyrinth.
One of the owners is Arnold Palmer whom I caught checking out Marilyn’s sixteen year old ass at her friend Cathy’s house. Our eyes met, and he blushed. Cathy was dating a announcer for ABC Golf. He might have done that new show that began that year at Pebble Beach. WHAT!!!!
Now hold your horses! Another owner of the Rogue Tree, is – Clint Eastwood! GET OUT OF TOWN!
Clint was present when Rosamond presented he portrait of Jimmy Stuart to this famous actor. Clint was the Mayor of Carmel at the time. Christine Rosamond had two galleries in Carmel. Her partner in the first gallery was a financial advisor for the Getty family. My friend, Paul Drake, met with Clint, alone, and was hired to star as Mick in ‘Sudden Impact’. Clint’s wife, Susan Lockley stars in this Detective flick. She is an artist and moves into a famous house where she does a self-portrait that looks like a combination of Mick and herself. I brought this up with Paul, saying Mick was consuming her soul, she now a serial-killer. Paul was spooked. He thought he was a actor playing a bad guy, and was in control. Now he has been sucked into a twisted psychological Art Game, where life does imitate art. Indeed, Paul Drake, the actor, appears to be the creation of the great recluse, Thomas Pynchon, who my ex was married to, and lived in Mexico with him, if you call that living.
It was my ex-wife, Mary Ann Tharaldsen, who encouraged Paul to try acting, she saying he looked like Stacey Keach. She had given Paul a tour of her artwork on the wall. My friend had stared at the infamous ‘Pig Man’ that Thomas Pynchon believed was a portrait of him, big teeth and all. I think he looks like Paul and Mick. Pynchon’s movie ‘Inherent Vice’ is a BUST! It is a Dirty Hairy Hippie flick. In another chapter I will make a case for Eastwood’s movies being Art Movies because he is a closeted Bohemian, a ‘Hippie Killer’ on the outside in denial of his roots. Also, I will make a case that America is divided into two camps, the Pynchonites, and the Clintonians. Together they sustain the Great and Lost American Exaggeration.
I am also going to author a detective story called ‘Ten Old Duffers’ based upon ‘Ten Little Indians’. It is about ten golfing greats that are over the hill, but, they can not retire because they purchased a old golf course they thought would take off due to the owner’s fame. But, this was not to be. They will never break even. Now a rogue fan is creeping up on them and knocking them off, putting them out of their misery before they can destroy the reputation of golf. Clint, if you want my story, send me an e-mail.
duffer
: a person who plays golf without much skill
: a clumsy or awkward person
What is really strange, Clint owned a famous house that was designed by the architect who built the house at Rocky Point where Rosamond was invited to stay the night by a fan who I can not find the name of. It was Paul who turned me onto Anton Wilson and his Net of Coincidence. My friend Bryan McLean was invited to the Tate home the night Manson showed up. Bryan was an artist who dated Christine in High School. Pynchon and Eastwood dance around the hell-fire that Manson’s Women fueled out in the desert wilderness. I watched the opening of ‘The Dead Pool’ last night. Pynchon is in my FAMILY TREE, as is Mel Lyman who allegedly admired Charlie.
In the Monterey Superior Court are filed papers wherein I say our family history and creative legacy should not be sold to outsiders, who will exploit and ruin it, but instead should be preserved for talented and created members of my family for generations to come. I did a plein air painting of the sea at Malibu during a rain-shower! I was half-mad after Marilyn and I broke up. I was having a identity crisis. At seventeen, my life was over. I was dying of a broken heart.
“You see, Marilyn. I am alone. I have set my easel up before the Lone Cypress. Everyone I know, but you, are on the other side of that tree, hanging five with the Big Buck Boys! I will never realize any money from my art.”
When I read Tom Snyder’s biography I learned for the first time members of my family, and some of our friends, looted Christine’s house after the funeral. It was a ‘Home Invasion’. I asked my friend, Michael Harkins to go with me because this is par for the course. Michael was a Private Detective, and a good friend of Jim Morrison, and the Beat Poet, Michael McClure. Stone’s people wanted my good friends to contribute his movie. Pynchon’s hip detective, is pure fiction.
“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters tunrned out, it did little good. For the funeral was not long over before family members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be carted away. The artist’s closet – a veritable mother lode – took the worst beating. World-class spender that Chrsitne had been, much of the clothing had never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be exhanged for money. Jewelry disapeared, as well as other personal belongings. Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing their best to staunch the flow –the estate had not been inventories – but to little avail.”
“Carted away.” I love this term. I see a cart with wooden wheels being pilled down the cobbled road, it filled to the brim with booty, taken from the monastery by Viking Raiders, or, from the Palace Versailles by uncultured ragamuffins who are getting their revenge on the “World-class spender”. How about golf carts? Did one of Stone’s script-readers gaze upon the strangest paragraph in history, in wonderment, then, toss it on the Read Pile? I mean, to render this artist a immortal, her whole family had to be thrown into the vain bomb-fire. Why?
“Protection of your material from later use for improper, or sensational purposes.”
Around high noon, I read that Palmer and Eastwood (and others) are about $600 million dollars in debt, and will die that way. They will never pay off the loan. This tree is in theory, in DEFAULT, and the investors, insolvent. But, you can’t do that to these good ol’ boys, do what was done to my beautiful sister just before she died. She was pushed to the brink of economic disaster. This tree………..is my sister!
I don’t owe a soul a dime. The executor of Christine’s estate gave permission for the outsider who came to own everything, to author a biography, and make a movie deal.in order to increase waning sales of the Rosamond Women. It was suggested Eastwood make a movie from the book ‘The Kingdom of Golf’ in order to attract more visitors to Pebble Beach. Someone else made Clint’s movie.
A couple of years ago I made a video to promote the golf game I invented. It cost me nothing to make this video in Blue River Oregon surrounded by beautiful trees. The star of my golf movie, is Michael Dundon. Our nephew was out at Rocky Point. When Michael learned the couple downstairs from Rose Dundon had slipped Christine a Micky Fynn, and filmed her while they raped her, he came after them. He kicked down their and found the wife hiding in the closet, pointing a gun at him. He snatched it from here hand. This did not get Tom Snyder’s or Julie Lynch’s biography of Rosamond. The lie that was told to sell more of Rosamond’s art was eluded to in a gallery bio, is retold. Lynch claimed Christine hid in the closet in order to render works of art as a child, because, Rosemary only wanted me to be a world famous artist. This was lifted from ‘Mommy Dearest’ that had just come out. This is why Rosamond is titled a “closeted artist”. I was four when I caught ‘The Sneaky One’ and ran and got my Mommy.
Michael bought my sister her first art supplies in 1972. Nothing bad ever happened to Eastwood, but the terrible deal he made when he came to own the Pebble Beach Golf Course. So, he takes it out on all the artists who render an image of his tree. Consider the movie ‘Paint Your Wagon’.
Christine Rosamond Benton’s first biographer quit the project after I pointed out to the Court appointed Executor, Sydney Morris, Faulkner’s interviews and notes belong to my two nieces. My surviving sister showed me the 276 autobiography Christine had begun, that has disappeared. Below is a legal letter Morris filed with the Probate in response to Shannon Rosamond Benton’s attempt to take charge of the Artistic Legacy her mother Willed to her and her half-sister, Drew Benton who was eight when her mother died.
“Over the intervening years, Respondent kept the estate open in hope that there would be a surge of interest in the descendant’s work. A biography of the decedant was written, and efforts continue to negotiate the movie rights to the inventory, pay creditors, and have something left for distribution to Petitioner and her sister. Because the Petitioner has a history of erratic behavior and instability Respondent felt that keeping the estate open as a vehicle for preserving and managing the estate assets in the hope their value would increase, was a prudent decision.”
While Christine was being raped downstairs, three year old Shannon was upstairs with Rose. I came to Shannon’s defense as my family and the outsiders they blessed, knew I would. This is why I was not invited to the meeting held at Christine’s house in Pacific Grove the day after she drowned. These un-gifted parasites wanted to believe the waning interest in Rosamond’s women would “surge” after she was “killed” by a huge wave that is associated with a Tsunami. In a letter to Morris, I said he better produce several art critics to testify to Rosamond’s standing in the Art World. Rosamond was a Commercial Artist, and, her Commercialism should have died when she did, because, she painted for the money – for herself!
Clint Eastwood does not give a rat’s ass about that Lone Cypress. In the article below the author suggests there were Big Egos involved. Was Clint incensed that a Jap had come to own a symbol of Right-wing America?
“When contemplating ownership of Pebble Beach, the intangibles of ego must blur the bottom line of return on investment.
How else can one explain the $820 million paid by actor/director Clint Eastwood, golfer Arnold Palmer, former Major League Baseball Commissioner and 1984 Los Angeles Olympics Chairman Peter Ueberroth and former United Air Lines CEO Richard Ferris and a slew of limited partners–including top execs of GE, stockbroker Charles Schwab and lender Bank of America?
Much like when Minoru Isutani”s Cosmo World Inc. bought Pebble Beach in September 1990 for $841 million, the new owners apparently haven”t thought about return on investment as much as they”ve inflated their egos.”
One has to wonder if the Rosamond Consortium of Bad – but sane – Business People, rather than admit they are such, concluded the only way to rejuvenate the waning sales of Rosamond’s Beautiful Women, was to kill the erratic artist. Sydney Morris seems to be applying the legal terms of this capitalist adventure. In our only conversation, on the phone, after I told him there is no real death scene, he asked if I read the book ‘Murder By Accident’ that is about a local man who took a huge policy out on his wife, and then took her to see the big sea, and the pounding waves.
“Are you sure that’s the last rogue wave of the day, Charles?”
I sent the ACLU a long and eloquent letter wherein I made the case that my dead sister was being used as a whore by those who purchased our family history. Indeed, all members of my family were being used – after Morris declared my niece too mentally ill to handle the legacy her mother left her. In their fake biography, Christine is rendered mentally ill. When my sixteen year old daughter I did not know I had, came into my life, she declared in writing – I was extremely mentally ill. Her stage-mother took her to a gallery opening in order to get her Star into the Rosamond bio. Because the outsiders still wanted my story, they told these strangers they had best tell me – I have a daughter! Her aunt demanded I get a blood test because a close relative raped her when she was a child – and I might be an imposter! Heather told me her aunt was a ‘Gold Digger’.
Christine, Shannon, myself, and Drew Benton, are the family artists. Vicki Presco – a non-artist – tried to get Drew on SSI because she too is mentally ill, and broke! Vicki dropped out as No.1 named Executor in Rosamond’s Will.
“If you”re a lone artist out there, you”d be taking a big risk,” Burns says. “There”s a deterrent effect.” And while a First Amendment group might be willing to take such a case on a pro-bono basis, she doesn”t hold out much hope of that happening. “It”s a very political battle,” she points out. “Firms may be unwilling to touch it because of that.”
The legal angle I might pursue, is, that all this Creative Business Insanity might be O.K. if it had worked, if at least one person got any money. After all, this has to be WHY Shannon’s legacy was rested from her in a probate court – to make money!
For sure the Pebble Beach Company investors will not be realizing any profits – for a coon’s age. And there it sit, just of the coast like an Angry Whirlpool, a Rogue Vortex, like the one that sucked in all members of my family. Ignoring the WARNING, here they come, one brave Business Gallahad after another, they convinced they are worthy to pull the sword from the stone.
“New sources of revenue could include corporate sponsorships at the Open next year, an increase of such partnerships as American Express, Cadillac (they provide the Pebble Beach limousines) and maybe a new tournament in addition to the AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am.”
Is Mother Nature getting her revenge? Consider Helen of Troy, and the face that launched a thousand ships – Japanese ships coming to America to launder Crime Money? Below is an article that claims Minoru Isutani, the former owner of Pebble Beach, is a crime boss who is using country clubs to launder money. There was another Japanese firm, Lone Pine Company. There is a Vegas connection. In a letter to the Attorney General of California I suggest Rosamond prints were being used for a illegal tax right-off. My father was laundering drug money in Mexico, and had his last wife smuggled over the border in a Marijuana shipment. Looks like a job for Harry Hallahan, but, he is a fictional character. Can you see why they don’t want me to do a literary sketch of sister? I am all alone in my investigation. Is nothing……sacred?
Yesterday, two killers associated with ISIS died of expert head-shots when they showed up to slaughter a roomful of cartoonists who were being used by a rabid right-wing Zionist to further her anti-Islamic Crusade. Like goats tethered to a stake, she baited the tiger. Harry, is that you?
Below is a photograph of Marilyn Reed, taken at Malibu Beach by the famous fashion photographer, Steven Silverstein, six years after we broke up in 1963. I did a painting of this image. Christine took up art when she was twenty-four after seeing the painting I did of Rena Easton.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
“Maybe Eastwood will film Golf in the Kingdom, based on Michael Murphy”s book, at Pebble Beach, thus increasing visitorship. Eastwood bought the book”s film rights a couple of years ago.”
He remains a legend in Las Vegas. Flying in from Tokyo on his private DC-9, often accompanied by dozens of his friends, Ken Mizuno would hit the baccarat pits at the glittery Mirage Hotel & Casino, at times dropping $100,000 on a single hand. Local officials estimate that over a three-year period, Mizuno lost as much as $60 million at the tables. The problem was, law-enforcement officials in the U.S. and Japan now believe, the cash wasn’t his to spend.
Mizuno himself was arrested in Tokyo last summer and has pleaded not guilty to fraud and tax evasion; his attorney did not return BUSINESS WEEK’s telephone calls. But officials on both sides of the Pacific are convinced that the property developer is one of dozens of money-laundering foot soldiers working for Japan’s powerful yakuza organized-crime networks. “There’s more money-laundering activity by them than drug trafficking” in the U.S., says Jim E. Moody, chief of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s erganized-crime and drug section. In all, other FBI officials estimate, upwards of $1 billion in illicit money was channeled to the U.S. as Japanese mobsters joined in the real estate boom of the 1980s.
I own the final key that opens the magical circle and takes one to Death’s Door and the infamous house by the sea. I should get a job in a prestigious art gallery because I can go into great depth about almost any work of art, and this blog is the proof. I considered owning such a job and would practice my skills in San Francisco galleries including Circle Gallery on Maiden Lane off Union Square. Frank Lloyd Wright designed that building.
What is clear, is, that I am the rightful heir to the creative legacy of the late artist, Christine Rosamond Benton. I am not talking about any money. I should have been the proprietor of the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel. I should have been the caretaker and the one to sell Christine’s artwork, and well as her daughter’s creations – and my own!
The house at Rocky Point was built by Brook-Kothlow for Allan Fox, who I believe was my sister’s lover – who was disappeared.
A store named Xanadu is now located at 140 Maiden Lane. Moy Mell – is real!
Jack Solomon and Steven Speilberg were in a legal battle over a Norman Rockwell painting titled ‘Russian Schoolroom’ that was stolen by someone mixed up in the assassination of Martin Luther King.
I believe it was around 1980 that my late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, began doing lithographs and showing them at the Circle Gallery that was located on Maiden Lane in San Francisco, and was owned by Jack Solomon. One of Rosamond’s biographers says she was thinking of going back with Circle Gallery just before she died in 1994. This appears to be the case, she having shows in Denver, New York, and other major cities. Stacy Pierrot says she came back to Carmel from one of these shows the day Christine drowned. At her funeral, Stacey approached my mother and I in the courtyard in front of the gallery, and told us Rosamond’s career was being revitalized by these shows. She then got down on one knee, took Rosemary’s hand, and made this plea;
“Don’t let the dream die!”
I just discovered the house my late sister was invited to at Rocky Point was designed by the famous architect, Brook-Kothlow, for Allan Fox, who sold this house in a hurry shortly after Christine Rosamond Benton was allegedly swept from the rocks below this house that plays a prominent role in the counterculture and the development of the World Wide Web.
Brook-Kothlow was inspired by the ideas of Khan and Brand Stewart, who put on the Tripps Festivals, and published The Whole Earth Catalogue which was the model for the Internet. Stewart was at the Open Theatre with the Loading Zone. Clint Eastwood owned another famous house by Brook-Kothlow. These houses are considered HISTORIC works of Art and Philosophy. Why would Alan Fox sell one of these very unique homes built JUST FOR HIM? He had to know Eastwood owned one. According to Donald Layne and his wife, who I talked to on the phone;
“Allan was in a awful hurry to sell that home, and did so at a great loss.”
Why was Mr. Fox in such a hurry to sell a home that he knew would go up in value. Fox is a big real estate investor. Sound’s like a bad business to me. Could it be I asked my surviving sister, Vicki Presco, who owned that house?
“Why do you want to know?” Vicki spat. “I want to go there and talk to them.” “I’ll get back to you.” my little lying sister said. Fifteen minutes later. “They moved!” “Can I have their names?” “What difference does it make? They are gone!”
This is when my investigation began in ernest. Michael Harkins helped me for a while, and then taught me how to investigate. I sent my report to the Coroner with this quote from Harkins;
“Now that you know for sure you have been lied to, you must assume everything is a lie, until proven otherwise, and, you have to consider anything could have happened, including murder.”
Sonny Malone is a talented artist who dreams of fame beyond his job, which is the non-creative task of painting larger versions of album covers for record-store window advertisements. As the film opens, Sonny is broke and on the verge of giving up his dream. Having quit his day job to try to make a living as a freelance artist, but having failed to make any money at it, Sonny returns to his old job at AirFlo Records. After some humorous run-ins with his imperious boss and nemesis, Simpson, he resumes painting record covers.
At work, Sonny is told to paint an album cover for a group called The Nine Sisters. The cover features a beautiful woman in front of an art deco auditorium (the Pan-Pacific Auditorium). This same woman collided with him earlier that day, kissed him, then roller-skated away, and Malone becomes obsessed with finding her. He finds her at the same auditorium, now abandoned. She identifies herself as Kira, but she will not tell him anything else about herself. Unbeknownst to Sonny, Kira is one of nine mysterious and beautiful women who sprang to life from a local mural in town near the beach.
When Marilyn told me her portfolia got burned up in a fire, I grieved, for she told me within were photographs of her friend, Maggie Thrett. She is posing in the dresses and outfits M made for this actress who was in ‘Mudd’s Women’ a Star Trek eposode.
M had gone to Paris when she was seventeen to study fashoin design. Like the Rosamond Women, she made her own clothes. M&M used to go to parties togethers, and the Reneisance Fair, with their mutual friend, Jane Marie Mandsfield, the daughter of the famous actress who was the other Blonde Hollywood Bobmshell. Mother and daughter both appeared in Playboy magazine that did a centerfold shoot at Moonfire last year.
When I reminded M she has one photo of just her and Jane in it, she asked me;
“Who do you think took the photo?”
I blushed!
When Maggie was invted to the Moonfire Ranch, she got M an invite. At this famous Bohemian house that overlooks the Paccific Ocean, M met McDonald who married Ertha Kitt. He took a liking to Marilyn who made it on the A list. Perhaps it was the modeling she did in this artist’s retreat that was in the movie Mondo Hollywood that starred Jane Mansfield. M said she posed against this mural an artist rendered in a out-of-this world home that Captain Kirk might dwell in on his days off.
Here again is that architectural theme that we find in the Big Sur, and the house designed by for Allan Fox. This is why I was shocked to learn Allan sold that home shortly after Christine drowned, it the kind of home you keep in the family for generations to come. Julie Lynch sold a movie script about Rosamond to the director who did ‘Scent of a Woman’. Will Hollywood be going out to Rocky Point?
At Mooonfire the rich and famous came to partake of the creative ambience and behold other beautiful people. George Harris and Andy Warhol have been guests. Manson and his women did a walk-on.
This Spot of Venus was the best America had to offer, at least on the West Coast. There was a need to say you were there. Here is The Supreme Stage where long white curtain like the hems of giant Greek Angels wave like flags in the ocean breeze. Here the Lost Angels are found keeping their secrets. Here, beautiful souls can have it all, all that was denied since the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock and unleashed a broadside on the naked native, a bombardment of prudishness, a hatred of pagans and heathens. From these heights, there came a grand
Oly! Oly Ocean. Free!”
Marilyn lived in Latico Canyon up the coast. She and her boyfriend were going to raise Russian Wolf Hounds on a ranch they rented. M would walk on Santa Monica and Venice Beach with her two hounds wearing the scarves and dresses she made. The famous fashion photographer, Steven Silverstein did a shoot of M on Malibu Beach. The movie ‘Harper’ was shot at Moonfire. Consider Pynchon’s book ‘Inherent Vice’ that is being made into a movie. The Manson Murders lurk in the background. Marilyn walks out of a Icart on to the sands of Venice with her hounds, she hot on the trail of the Great Mystery of Life.
When Mary Ann Tharaldsen and I flew down to LA to get married, we slept in Marilyn’s bed. Mary Ann had a aversion to motels and hotels that I assumed was a hangover from her marriage to Thomas Pynchon. M let M wear one of her Train Dresses that was inspired by a pattern that Maggie found, she wanting M to make her a house robe. We got married in Topanga Canyon by a minister who went to Hollywood Boulevard in order to convert lost Hippie street urchins. Bryan MacLean sang ‘Amazing Grace’ at our wedding. He was converted to Christianity by the same minister that converted Bob Dylan.
The biography ‘Forever Changes’ says my friend, Bryan McLean lived at Vito Paulekas’ warehouse and practiced with the band that was once called ‘The Grass Roots’. There is a Laurel Canyon connection. Vito was a sculpture who surrounded himself with wild chicks and nude dancers, some who became the GTOs. Vito is in Mondo Hollywood, as is Lewis Mark, the owner of Moonfire.
In Forever Changes, Arthur Lee talk about the first time they saw Bryan and the Whiskey a Go-Go. He was surrounded by beautiful young women, his followers. It is alleged Arthur invited Bryan to join his band because these girls were Groupies of the Bryds, whom Bryan was a roadie for. But, Bryan was a Chick magnet in High School. He would take me on his rounds, usually on Friday night. He made dates with three girls. When we came thru the door, it was as if he was celebrity. The mothers swooned, and did all they could to get my Bryan to stay. While Bryan is at Vito’s warehouse, Andy Walhol is doing a similar scene in New York.
Cue the Beautiful Gypsy Bandit who with her gang of Bohemian Ragamuffins, the next generation Hippie-chic that tried to hijack this blog, that may contain a Murder Mystery.
About 1,800 feet above the Pacific Ocean, atop a steep mountain overlooking Topanga Canyon, sits a compound with a storied past and some of the biggest views in the city.
From the property’s 60 acres, nearly all of Los Angeles—a city known for its expanse and fragmentation—comes together in one frame. The Valley, downtown, the Westside, the South Bay, Catalina and the entire Santa Monica Bay are visible.
The driveway is a 2-mile-long small dirt road of hairpin turns and steep cliffs. The nearest neighbor is about 3 miles from its large, rusting wrought-iron gate. Solar panels and a backup generator provide power, and a cistern collects rainwater for showers and cooking. View Graphics
Known as Moonfire Ranch, the compound was the brainchild of Lewis Beach Marvin III, the New York-born heir to the S&H Green Stamps fortune who loved animals and pursued an eccentric search for enlightenment. Drawn by the property’s remoteness, Mr. Marvin III bought the property for about $15,000 in 1957. Over the next two decades, Mr. Marvin’s estate became part-salon, part-muse for his motley crew of artistic friends.
The Doors played private concerts here; George Harrison of the Beatles was a visitor. Andy Warhol, Tommy Chong and Paul Newman filmed movies on the property.
The home’s living spaces are spread out into three separate buildings, some better maintained than others. There is a temple that overlooks Santa Monica Bay. There’s a geodesic dome, connected to a trailer housing a kitchen next to one of the home’s two bedrooms. The home has one bathroom.
No living space of the home is as stunning as the Round House, a two-story living room built inside a water tank-like building whose interior includes porous rainforest-wood walls, a giant chandelier and 20-foot tall windows looking out on the Santa Monica Bay far below.
Note 3: I’ve also discovered that another member of Vito’s dance troupe, Lewis Beach Marvin III, was the heir to the S&H Green Stamp fortune, as well as the leader of the ‘Moonfire’ family commune which preached a militant, fire and brimstone mantra of “Love Animals, Don’t Eat Them” from makeshift tents along the Sunset Strip. http://heroculte.wordpress.com/tag/lewis-beach-marvin-iii/
The Doors had hooked up with Marvin in 1966 when they agreed to perform a benefit concert at Will Rogers State Park in California to raise money for Marvin’s campaign to ban weapons-related toys during the height of the Vietnam War. Marvin continued to press his activism, helping to establish the Animal Freedom Fighters in Venice, California, and addressing the throngs at Woodstock with an anti-meat message, again carrying a lamb on stage, and telling the masses, “The killing of animals causes the killing of men.”
Louis Icart was born in Toulouse, France. He began drawing at an early age. He was particularly interested in fashion, and became famous for his sketches almost immediately. He worked for major design studios at a time when fashion was undergoing a radical change-from the fussiness of the late nineteenth century to the simple, clingy lines of the early twentieth century. He was first son of Jean and Elisabeth Icart and was officially named Louis Justin Laurent Icart. The use of his initials L.I. would be sufficient in this household. Therefore, from the moment of his birth he was dubbed ‘Helli’. The Icart family lived modestly in a small brick home on rue Traversière-de-la-balance, in the culturally rich Southern French city of Toulouse, which was the home of many prominent writers and artists, the most famous being Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.
Icart fought in World War I. He relied on his art to stem his anguish, sketching on every available surface. It was not until his move to Paris in 1907 that Icart would concentrate on painting, drawing and the production of countless beautiful etchings, which have served (more than the other mediums) to indelibly preserve his name in twentieth century art history. When he returned from the front he made prints from those drawings. The prints, most of which were aquatints and drypoints, showed great skill. Because they were much in demand, Icart frequently made two editions (one European, the other American) to satisfy his public. These prints are considered rare today, and when they are in mint condition they fetch high prices at auction.
Art Deco, a term coined at the 1925 Paris Exposition des Arts Decoratifs, had taken its grip on the Paris of the 1920s. By the late 1920s Icart, working for both publications and major fashion and design studios, had become very successful, both artistically and financially. His etchings reached their height of brilliance in this era of Art Deco, and Icart had become the symbol of the epoch. Yet, although Icart has created for us a picture of Paris and New York life in the 1920s and 1930s, he worked in his own style, derived principally from the study of eighteenth-century French masters such as Jean Antoine Watteau, François Boucher and Jean Honoré Fragonard.
In Icart’s drawings, one sees the Impressionists Degas and Monet and, in his rare watercolors, the Symbolists Odilon Redon and Gustave Moreau. In fact, Icart lived outside the fashionable artistic movements of the time and was not
completely sympathetic to contemporary art. Nonetheless, his Parisian scenes are a documentation of the life he saw around him and they are nearly as popular today as when they were first produced. In 1914 Icart had met a magical, effervescent eighteen-year-old blonde named Fanny Volmers, at the time an employee of the fashion house Paquin. She would eventually become his wife and a source of artistic inspiration for the rest of his life.
Icart’s portrayal of women is usually sensuous, often erotic, yet always imbued an element of humor, which is as important as the implied or direct sexuality. The beautiful courtesans cavort on rich, thick pillows; their facial expressions projecting passion, dismay or surprise, for the women of Louis Icart are the women of France as we have imagined them to be Eve, Leda, Venus, Scheherazade and Joan of Arc, all wrapped up into an irresistible package.
The film presents a series of vignettes of the more extreme aspects of life in Hollywood – and Los Angeles as a whole – of the period, focussing on “the Hollywood the public does not know”.[2] Personalities who appear in the movie include proto-hippie Gypsy Boots, stripper Jennie Lee, S&H Green Stamps heir Lewis Beach Marvin III, celebrity hair stylist Jay Sebring (later murdered by the Manson gang), psychedelic pioneer Richard Alpert (later known as Ram Dass), singer Bobby Jameson (with his then-girlfriend Gail Sloatman), housekeeper Estella Scott, actors Margaretta Ramsey, Theodore Charach and Valerie Porter, fashion designer Rudi Gernreich, artist Vito Paulekas, surfer Dale Davis, skydiver Jim Arender, and beautician Sheryl Carson. Each personality provides a narrative for their own scenes. The film also shows various social and political gatherings, including an anti-communist crusade, Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, a visit to Universal Studios by Princess Margaret, the aftermath of the Watts riots, a UCLA peace rally, and a children’s fashion show. Other individuals shown briefly in the movie included Frank Zappa, Sonny and Cher, Bobby Beausoleil, Alfred Hitchcock, Brigitte Bardot, Jayne Mansfield, Ronald Reagan and several transsexuals.
The film was promoted as “starring Jayne Mansfield”, who had recently died, even though she only appears in it very fleetingly. It was first shown at the Mannheim Film Festival in 1967, and was then scheduled to be shown at the Avignon Festival. However, the French government banned it from being shown, stating:[6]
“This film, in the opinion of certain experts of the Commission [of Control], presents an apology for a certain number of perversities, including drugs and homosexuality, and constitutes a danger to the mental health of the public by its visual aggressivity and the psychology of its editing. The Commission proposes, therefore, its total interdiction.”
The ban was later lifted. In 1978, when Mike Curb was running for election as lieutenant governor of California, his opponent, the incumbent Mervyn M. Dymally, claimed that the film was “pornographic” and that Curb “sang falsetto in a bath tub scene with two lesbians” (which Mike Curb denied). [7] After the film was completed, Curb provided music for the film and he agreed that he sang on some of the music, but that he did not participate in the making of the film, or any scenes in the film. Curb won the election. Mike Qualls editor of the Los Angeles Herald Examiner stated that “Nothing in the entire 88 minute film could be described as pornographic”. [8]
The film was later described as a “cult classic… [which] captures the underside of Hollywood by documenting a moment in time… when an inquisitive trust in the unknown was paramount, hope for the future was tangible and life was worth living on the fringe.”[4] A re-edited and expanded “director’s cut” version was premiered at the Moondance Film Festival on 10 June 2006.[4]
Maggie Thrett, born Diane Pine,[1] was a singer and stage, movie and television actress in the 1960s. Aged fifteen, she made her Off-Broadway debut in 1962 in Out Brief Candle.[2] By the age of eighteen she was regularly performing as a dancer at Trude Heller’s in Greenwich Village, New York, as noted in the January 1965 edition of Harper’s Bazaar.[3] As a vocalist, Maggie Thrett recorded a single (under her birth name) entitled “Lucky Girl” for Take 3 Records in 1964,[4] and had a minor US hit (as Maggie Thrett) in 1965 with “Soupy”, produced by Bob Crewe and issued on the DynoVoice (formerly Dyno-Vox) label.[5] Billboard journalist Aaron Sternfield, reviewing a live Maggie Thrett performance at Basin Street East, New York, on July 15, 1965, wrote that she “has a magnificent range, her phrasing and timing are near perfect, and she blends the right combination of sex and satire.”[6]
In 1966 Maggie Thrett went to Hollywood to further her acting career. As an actress, she is probably best remembered for her roles in a 1966 Star Trek episode (“Mudd’s Women”) and the 1968 comedy movie Three in the Attic. She also appeared as a prostitute in the 1970 movie Cover Me Babe. Having signed to Universal Studios, she is reported to have used her life savings to buy out her contract prior to appearing in Three in the Attic [7] for American International Pictures.
In May 1970, Maggie Thrett was involved in a road accident while a passenger on singer/songwriter Gram Parsons’ motorcycle. Although she was apparently unharmed (Gram Parsons, meanwhile, suffered significant injuries),[8] it was soon after this that she disappeared from the entertainment business[9] having tired of continual auditioning and producers’ unwanted advances. Within two years of leaving Hollywood, Maggie Thrett had met and married her husband, Alex, with whom she has had three children.[10]
Olly olly oxen free (and variants: ollie ollie umphrey, olly-olly-ee, ally ally in free,[1] Ollie Ollie in come free,[2] ally alley ocean free, etc.) is a catchphrase used in such children’s games as hide and seek to indicate that players who are hiding can come out into the open without losing the game, that the position of the sides in a game has changed (as in which side is in the field or which side is at bat or “up” in baseball or kickball), or, alternatively, that the game is entirely over. It is thought[by whom?] to derive from the phrase “All ye, all ye ‘outs’ in free,”,”All the outs in free” or possibly “Calling all the ‘outs’ in free;” in other words: all who are “out” may come in without penalty.[3] Various calls used for such purposes have gone by the collective name of “ollyoxalls” in some places.[4]
The phrase can also be used to coordinate hidden players in the game kick the can, in which a group of people hide within a given radius and a “seeker” is left to guard a can filled with rocks. The seeker has to try to find the “hiders” without allowing them to sneak in and kick the can. In many areas the phrase used is “All-y all-y in come free”, to tell the remaining hidden players it is time to regroup in order to restart the game. The phrase is announced by a hider who successfully http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLyB_C7dJU0&feature=share
The film pays homage to the Humphrey Bogart private-eye films by bringing Bogart’s wife Lauren Bacall into the story. She plays a wounded and woeful wife, the person most concerned with a missing husband, a role similar to the character of General Sternwood in the Bogart-and-Bacall 1946 movie The Big Sleep.
Harper goes looking for Betty and the money in Castle Beach, where she and Taggert had their love nest, and locates the cottage by finding her white convertible parked outside. He hears Betty being tortured inside by Troy, Claude and Fay. She tells them the money is hidden in a deep freeze storage locker. Harper bursts in, shoots Troy, slugs Claude, locks Fay in a closet and, after he retrieves the key to the locker, helps Betty to escape. After he says that he knows she double-crossed and killed her brother, she reveals that Sampson is being held in an abandoned oil tanker. Harper calls Graves to tell him to meet them there. Harper is hit over the head from behind while searching the ship, knocking him unconscious. Some time later Graves revives Harper. They find Sampson dead, presumably murdered by whoever hit Harper over the head. They also discover that Harper’s car is gone, driven off by Betty. When she sees them looking for the car, she flees at high speed along a narrow winding hillside road and is killed when the car swerves off the road.
I told Karel about ‘The Last Audience of the Habsburgs’ that Casey Farrell ‘The Claim Jumper’ said is going to make him rich when he collects a finders fee. Karel says he is a Kurd. Consider the Kurdish leader, Rubar Sandi, who was on the board of the Buck Foundation. I have traced the Nazarite Church to the Kurds. This is why my Rose Line is being sabotaged. I appear to be heir to all the castles once owned by the Schwarzenburgs. This is like….The Maltese Falcon.
I just found this. If true, I am part Kurd, which would explain my love for th4se people, who may have known Jesus and John.
John
PRAGUE,— During one of my visits to the Czech Republic for participation in an international conference, I met Karel Schwarzenberg, 75, who is the foreign minister of the Czech Republic, deputy prime minister, the leader of the Tradice Odpovědnost Prosperita 09 Party (TOP 09/Tradition Responsibility Prosperity 09), the 12th prince of his family and the head of Schwarzenberg family.
The same feast was attended by my wife Safya Suhail and a number of Arab and European personalities. While talking to me, Schwarzenberg turned and said: “Do you know that I’m also Kurdish?”
His words sounded strange for me, though he looked Kurdish. I asked how come he is Kurdish? He said: “I’m a Kurd and 200 years ago my ancestors left Caucasus for…
I am almost certain Arthur K. Barnes and John K. Butler are in these two photographs with my grandmother. I will tie Barnes and Butler to C.S. Lewis, Tolkien, and Ian Flemming. Add Dashiell Hammet to the mix. He would go camping on Anacapa Island with my grandfather, Royal Rosamond.
Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor is my only Muse. Liz, Christine, and I, are the only family members I want to be associated with. I am going to found a California Cultural Reserve in order to survive The Moron of Dark Tower and his Neo-Confederate Thunder Turds.
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