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02/28/2024

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02/13/2024

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04/27/2020

Darlings! Have begun a new collab with called . Art and calligraphy by Alice Batliner and poetry by Roger McEvoy Greenawalt . Go to and check it out!

04/25/2020

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.

He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.

You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.

You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

…
But yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here’s a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
I found it in his closet, ’tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament—
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read—
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar’s wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills.

04/22/2020

In Abrahamic religions, fallen angels are angels who were expelled from heaven. The literal term "fallen angel" appears neither in the Bible nor in other Abrahamic scriptures, but is used to describe angels who were cast out of heaven,[1] or angels who sinned. Such angels often tempt humans to sin.

The idea of fallen angels derived from the Book of Enoch, a Jewish pseudepigraph, or the assumption that the "sons of God" (בני האלוהים) mentioned in Genesis 6:1–4 are angels. In the period immediately preceding the composition of the New Testament, some sects of Judaism, as well as many Christian Church Fathers, identified the "sons of God" of Genesis 6:1–4 as fallen angels. Rabbinic Judaism and Christian authorities after the third century rejected the Enochian writings and the notion of an illicit union between angels and women producing giants. Christian doctrine states that the sins of fallen angels start before the beginning of human history. Accordingly, fallen angels became identified with angels who were led by Satan in rebellion against God and equated with demons. However, during the late Second Temple period, demons were not thought of as the fallen angels themselves, but as the surviving souls of their monstrous offspring. According to this interpretation, fallen angels have in*******se with human women, giving existence to the Biblical giants. To purge the world of these creatures, God sends the Great Deluge and their bodies are destroyed. However, their spiritual parts survive, henceforth roaming the earth as demons.

04/21/2020

We first meet Daisy in Chapter 1. She invites Nick Carraway over to her home for dinner, where he is first introduced to Jordan Baker. Tom takes a call from his mistress Myrtle during the evening, creating some tension. Daisy later confesses dramatically to Nick about her marital troubles, but undercuts that confession with "an absolute smirk" (1.120). When Nick leaves he has already predicted Daisy won't leave Tom: "It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out of the house, child in arms—but apparently there were no such intentions in her head" (1.150).

In Chapter 5, Nick invites Daisy to tea over at his house. This is actually just an excuse for Jay Gatsby to come over and reunite with her after five years apart. After a tearful reunion, she tours Gatsby's lavish mansion. Later, Nick leaves them alone and they begin an affair.

Daisy attends one of Gatsby's riotous parties in Chapter 6 and hates it. This causes Gatsby to stop throwing his parties entirely. He also fires his old staff and brings a new staff sent by Meyer Wolfshiem to his house—in part because of his business but also to help keep his affair with Daisy secret.

In Chapter 7, Gatsby pushes Daisy to confront Tom, say she never loved him, and leave him. They originally plan to do this in Daisy and Tom's house, but end up driving to Manhattan instead since everyone is so agitated. The confrontation ends up occurring in a room in the Plaza Hotel, and Daisy finds she can't completely disavow Tom. This crushes Gatsby, and Tom, certain of his victory, tells Daisy she can drive home with Gatsby—he does this as a show of power; he's confident that at this point Daisy will never leave him, even if she's left alone with Gatsby.

During that drive back to East Egg, Myrtle Wilson runs out in the road (she has confused Gatsby's yellow car with Tom's) and Daisy runs her over and continues without stopping. Myrtle is killed on impact.

The next day, she and Tom leave New York to avoid the fall out from the accident. She avoids contact from both Nick and Gatsby, such that we never see her response to Gatsby's death or even her own response to killing Myrtle. This means our last glimpse of Daisy

04/20/2020

Margot The Mannequin is a huge fan of my Indy Band The Dark. We were a Boston Based “No Wave” act. Circa 1980 - 1984. Consisting of a virtuoso bass player, a kit drummer and a percussionist, a keyboard player with a deep understanding of analog synthesis and electronic circuitry, and lastly me on guitar and vacuum cleaner stinking up the joint. I was super lucky. The boys from the Dark, Klark , Jace, Bob, Matt, Michael, and Karlo, were really good people to spend 4 and a half years with. Reliable, hard working, kind, generous, talented, and shockingly uselessly intelligent. Way too bright for a rock band. Any one of The Dark had a higher IQ than all 4 Ramones put together. That was one of our key problems. There was also the material, written mostly by me, with narratives that veered from stalking to murder/suicide, qualudes, nitrous oxide, taking advantage of friends, and self indulgent melancholy of youth ruminations on mortality along with cheerful depictions of the aftermath of a killer hurricane; light topics like that. And sarcastic covers of There’s No Business Lije Show Busibess, Smoke On The Water, and Roll Over Beethoven. I can’t believe we didn’t become as big as U2 and REM.

04/19/2020

Selfie Opportunity in the Whole Fields Men’s Room. I was appalled by the sloppy sweat pants looks of all the shoppers of both s*xes. Don’t they realize the supermarket is ?Question. Why are all the pretty white women in sweat pants at Whole Foods in Pasadena freakishly tall? I mean 6 feet tall and over. Perhaps it’s the superior nutrition from eating at Whole Foods all their lives? But.. seriously, the women getting taller adaptation poses a dilemma for natural selection. If you are a close reader of Women’s Wants and Desires on platforms such as Match.com like me, it is clear that the number one turn on for women is the man MUST BE TALLER than she is. Women literally demand to be physically vulnerable before they will mate. The Gender bi-morphism gap for Homo Sapiens Sapiens is amongst the widest of all primates. So it would seem to me to be a huge genetic disadvantage for women to evolve towards being taller. Lowers the available mate pool considerably. BTW this is a two way street. Men (me too) overwhelmingly prefer their female partners to be 6 inches shorter and 2/3rds of the man’s weight, on average. Now students, discuss.

04/19/2020

Me at 19, 40 years ago. I was a super ambitious blur of energy with a million ideas a day, a natural leader but easily bored and unwilling do spend one second on anything I don’t wanna do, jealous, highly disagreeable and sceptical, (like a scientist) cynical, sarcastic, and largely oblivious to the feelings of others.
I’ve got to say I’ve come a long way in the last 40 years. Now that I’m 59 I would describe myself as a super ambitious blur of energy with a million ideas a day, a natural leader but easily bored by my followers, jealous, highly disagreeable and sceptical, (like a scientist), cynical, sarcastic, and largely oblivious to the feelings of others. I will though,spend up to one hour doing something I don’t want to do if I’m having s*x with the person, or hope to soon. So you see, I’ve made huge progress!

04/17/2020

Spring has sprung a leak. It’s unspeakable. Let us not talk about forever. Let us not talk about it ever. Whenever we are here together. Let us not talk about forever. Delete delete delete delete delete. I’m up on my feet. I’m down on my knees. I’m begging you please to come home. Oh come home. Cecilia you’re breaking my supply chain, you’re undermining consumer confidence daily. .My love laid down on the railroad tracks. My love came at me with a rusty ax. Its hard in the morning for us to relax. I don’t care about your feelings they’re not real, just the facts. Just the facts. Just the fact finding mission to the back of your soul, a bottomless hole, a funeral pit. I welcome your opinions as they’re absolute s**t. It will help to know what not do. The flag has risen no one salutes you words are prison your mind pollutes. Whose gonna clean up this mess not me? There’s a sponge at the bottom of the deep blue sea. Gonna use thus sponge to clean up the rain that leaked out of Spring today when I’d rather be playing in the yard. Life can be so hard.

04/16/2020

Margot as The Virgin Mary. An Easter Altar. All art is an altar don’t you agree? It’s like birdsong. It’s like doing wake and bake B**g Hits with Jesus Easter Morning in the tomb. I was there Easter morning, my job was to bring the w**d befJesus was all alone sitting on the slab. I said “Jesus Dude, what was Heaven like?” I handed him a loaded b**g and a lighter, he took a deep hit turned his head towards me and blew smoke in my face. “My Dear Boy” Jesus said, “Why do you have you the mistaken impression that I went to Heaven? I went straight to hell. And it sucked.” He took another hit, then continued: “Satan called me into his office at 666 5th Avenue, and laid out what sounded to me like a completely insane idea. Satan said if I agreed to go back to earth as an apparition, and visually and aurally appear primarily to young women with formal thought disorders, that he would give me a free pass out of hell. And after 40 days as a Holy Ghost on earth haunting hot chicks with problems I get to go to Heaven. Sounded like a sweet deal to me, And frankly, what were my options at that point?” I said “Jesus, Jesus, that is whack. Tell me, what was Satan’s motivation to save you and send you to Heaven. I mean, Satan is not typically known for his kindness and good works.” Jesus turned to me gravely and said, in a voice tinged with ennui and resignation, “Satan told me that I was part of his master plan to make humanity as miserable as possible. My job was to start a cult called “Christianity”. It’s purpose? To set back civilization 1500 years, stifle free thought, science and the liberal arts, empower warlords and tyrants, launch bloody crusades against neighbouring cultures, and provide no relief to real world problems in any way whatsoever.” I said “Satan, buddy, that’s a crazy ass scheme. Planning ahead for 1500 years.” Jesus said “That’s what I thought at first too. But he kept talking and you know Satan is a very persuasive Cat. I dig him. So eventually I gotta his visions and said to Satan” You think big. I like that. I’m in.”
“So Rog. Here we are. Let’s get out of this tomb. Let’s take a walk? I need that nutcase Mary Magdalen to see me on her way to the well.”

04/16/2020

I enjoy being reminded that I am a peasant by my betters. That’s because I have so much to learn. I’m just a beginner, but I am trying my best. Maybe one day I’ll be able to tune my ukulele by ear. Maybe I’ll learn to sing in tune someday, wouldn’t that be great? Then I might be able to play a real song. That would be amazing. If I could play and sing a song at the same time I would be so and . Thank you 🙏 Jesus for teaching me the humility and grace to know my place.