Friday, December 16, 2011

BOX CANYON, EDGE OF HELL

Whe me and my friends headed to box canyon we knew we were gonna see some strange shit. Why? Because we were looking for the Fountain of the World!!!

We're not crazy, we just follow the crazy!

ok i'm lazy so I'm gonna give you the juicy bits from Manson.com which is a site for all things Charles Manson and the Family. Props to those who run that site because it has ALOT of information, very detailed.

" ....The Fountain of the World was founded by Krishna Venta (true name was Francis Heindswatzer Pencovic). The cult was also known as the WKFL Foundation (Wisdon, Knowledge, Faith, Love).

Pencovic was born in 1911, married in 1937 and divorced in 1944. In 1948, Pencovic changed his name and founded his religion.

Pencovic was arrested in 1941 after sending a threatening letter to President Roosevelt. Later, using the name Frank Jensen, he committed a series of crimes including burglary, larceny and violating the Mann Act. He also spent a few months in a mental hospital.

Krishna Venta's cult settled at 585 Box Canyon Road in Canoga Park, California. He claimed to be 244,000 years old and that he would never die. He arrived on Earth, supposedly, in 1932 at Mount Everest.

On December 10, 1958, former members of Pencovic's cult, Ralph Muller and Peter Kamenoff, set off explosives killing themselves, Pencovic and several others. Krishna Venta is buried in Valhalla Memorial Park in Burbank, California.

Fred Medina and Danny Townsend were convicted for the 1972 murders of Dori Haines (15) and Cheryl Monticello (16). Medina and Townsend lived at the Fountain of the World at the time. The victims had been hitchhiking to shop at Topanga Canyon Plaza when they were picked up by Medina (21), Townsend (19), Lisa Gleitsman (17) and Virginia Walton (15). The six (and possibly another girl friend) then allegedly spent the day at a Malibu beach partying and taking drugs. They then proceeded to a deserted hillside near Woolsey Canyon Road and Valley Circle Drive. Gleitsman admitted to being jealous of Dori and Cheryl. According to Gleitsman and Walton, the two men had sex with the victims. The jealous girls then attacked the victims. To keep them from going to the police, Medina and Townsend then killed them.

In 1973, Indian members of the Red Wind Foundation moved to the Fountain of the World property. In October of the following year, the body of cab driver George Aird was found at the bottom of a drain pipe at the Indian camp. Seven people were arrested in connection with the murder. A couple of days earlier, some of the group had broken into a neighbor's house and beat him for an hour and a half in a robbery attempt. After the arrests, residents of the canyon told of six months of terror from the Indians firing shots at all hours of the night, death threats and the constant beating of drums.


Perhaps most people wouldn't care about such events, but this is my backyard! I myself have nearly died off of Woosley Canyon, and I've driven Box Canyon many times wondering what secrets it held. It's a strange place. Oh yeah its on the edge of hell, more of that topic later.

So here's what I wanted to find (or something resembling it)











but instead I got..



Well pinky was cool atleast because the man who owned it came out and said Hello among the other things. A little odd man, but cool and willing to share his passion of collecting shit for his yard.

However if you look closely you'll see HELTER SKELTER is on the rocks. Right. Well us girls climbed it naturally to find hiding out behind the rocks was someone living in a camper hiddern from the world..

yeah well Box Canyon won a match against us. Nothing crazy here. Just people living in a canyon..

Monday, December 5, 2011



Wanderlust – a strong innate desire to rove or travel about. The word is German.  A wanderer is a hiker. A Wanderin is a female hiker or rambler. Wanderung, wanderweg and wanderlied are a hike, a trail, and a hiking song, respectively. Actually, the more I check out my German the more I realize that my ancestors, ze Germans, have a thing for traveling or at least a metric fuck ton of ways to refer to it. Reisen is the actual word for travel. If you have a Reisenpass you may travel about the country.
I’d love to speculate further about travel and Germans but, I don’t have the time to research this. Anyway, this is about the word and meaning od De Wanderlust. Shit. I mean Schieβe!! (I’ve forgotten most of my German Grammar!)
Ok so what about this again? Wanderlust is a strong desire to travel to understand one’s own existence. I think this website ought to be called the Wanderlust blog, but that’s been taken by hippies in retro clothing; nothing wrong with that. They have a little silver bullet of hippie stuff in…. hippie land.
“But I….” Said I, while crying, “I want to be amongst those who travel not to be a fucking hippie, but to be aware of my own existence with meaning…” Suddenly I feel like Jack Kerouac should be here. But drugs aside, I just think life should have more meaning. I’ll never know if what I’m doing is right or wrong. What decisions were the best or the worst.
I do know this, I like to wander, I like to explore and I find fun in being lost while on an adventure. I’m happiest with my life when I’m on foot, in a new place.
Oh shit. Jack is here!!.

 “One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
I agree. Until then I will wander wander wander wander around L.A, The U.S.A, and whatever country I can get into.









(Edited by William Hopp)

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Intentionally LOST - HOLLYWOOD SIGN - FACT CHECK

Oh the Hollywood Sign. Such a famous landmark. It symbolizes dreams, nightmares  amd represents an industry that so many want to be in.

Now anyone can go on Wikipedia and think they have the answers. But honestly, my version is way cooler than that of the Wiki because I can curse, and make it sound a bit more badass.

Built in 1923 by a real estate company owned in part by one smart intuitive guy Harry Chandler (who also owned the SFV) he probably didn't say "There is gold in them there hills," but he probably said something like, "when that lazy Irish fuck Mulholland gets water here, I'm gonna be rich."

(the man in the photo is Harry)
So to intise people into giving him money, he put up 50ft letters of "HOLLYWOODLAND" complete with flashing lights. Not a bad move eh? People like lights. We're like moths attracted to a light bulb.

Things were going good, business was booming, the movie industry took off and the sign made it's debut in the movies in 1935 for a movie called 'Hollywood Boulevard' Which sounds snazzy if it's your first film.

Things were going great for the Sign. It was however a pain in the ass to take care of. A lonely guy lived behind the sign to constantly changed out the lightbulbs. And since it was made of wooden panels and telephone polls, it would blow over or fall down. Therefore ladders were propped up behind the letters.

Which was bad. And here's why. On September 16th 1932 a young actress named Peg Entwistle climbed up to the top of the 'H' and jumped off to her death. I've made the hike half way up that mountain. It's not easy nor is it a quick hike. I can't imagine what went through her head as she made the walk from her house in the homes below. She walked THE WHOLE THING.

Rumor on the outside is that she's a ghost and haunts the place. But I have no actual sources proving that.

Moving along, this was bad for the sign, naturally. Also bad for the sign for the Stock market crash a few years earlier. The housing market collapsed and by 1940 the developers couldn't care less about the sign and abandoned it. 

From what I can dig up, Harry Chandler didn't go under. He had so many other projects that kept him going. So the only one that suffered was the sign.

Actually the letter 'H' collapsed in 1949. We were left with Ollywood. Which sounds less glamorous without the H.

Oh most importantly the land went to Los Angeles. Which at this point the Sign had to feel a bit nervous. I would. The Hollywood Chamber of Commerance was like "this could be good for the industry" and they took over the sign which, was like covering a deep bleeding wound with your hand.

The sign was a wreck.

But a really cool guy came around a saved the day.  That's Hugh Hefner being the man. The man with it all. A castle, woman and the freaking hero to saving the Hollywood sign.  Hats off to you.
Hefner hosted one swingin' party at the house to raise money for the sign to be rebuilt. At about $28,000 a pop, which in the seventies, I guess was less costly than buying coke. Alice Cooper is bought an 'O' and Gene Autry bought an "L" while Pat Sajack and Vanna White did nothing..
Honestly Hugh, we didn't know it meant that much to you. But it did. When the young Hugh left Chicago for the beautiful west coast, the sign was a symbol to him, telling him to have a castle full of lovely sexy woman running about.

On August 8th 1978 the sign was torn down and rebuilt to the same height as before, 50ft each letter, but this time, no fucking telephone poles or cheap wood. And it didn't take long either, it was rebuilt by October 30th same year. It helped that Hugh let the crew use his helicopter to bring up supplies. 

And now it's back in movies, people hike up to it (though its totally illegal) and people come from all over the world to get a glimpse at the famous sign. 

Check my sources:
Under the Hollywood Sign by Art Institute of California-Hollywood
copyright 2009 Hope Anderson Productions,
And whaddya know, no wikipedia.

Oh I'm sure I've got grammar issues and what not. If your a grammar purist, edit it and come back to me. I'm okay with that. I write, not edit :) One of my favorite writers couldn't and wouldn't edit his shit. And he wrote the Great Gatsby. Go Fitzgerald for keeping your editor busy :)

Today is gonna be the day

Today I got a taste of what I'd like to do for the rest of my life. I don't want to work in a box. I don't want to work with a fucking name tag pinned to my shirt. I don't find reward in any of that. I like working in no boundries, like a fucking mountain with the sun and some people that I'll interact with based on what's so fascinating about the mountain. If I could I'd be a little more brash and less gimmicky.
This is a fucking mountain and 100 years ago, it did little to the world. Then someone who wanted money put a sign on it with flashing lights to sell real estate. The sign, was Hollywoodland.

It sits on Mt. Lee named for the first man to have  a car business and radio station in Hollywood. Go him :) Actually I'd like a mountain named after me. But then again, if it ain't the tallest who gives a shit right? But if I knew a mountain was named after me I'd put weird shit around the place to fuck with people. It's my mountain. Not yours. So suck it.

(Side Note: That little white and blue thing is Snez. It's a Snezhik which is from Snezhinsk, Russia. What is a snezhik? I'll explain later. For now it has no affiliation with Hollywood, unless it gets a movie deal and a horrible movie that is worse than the live action Garfield Movie which even Bill Murry regrets being a part of)

For accurate purposes I'm not gonna get into detail now. I like to a) check and re check my facts b) quote sources and other journalist crap. So since i'm not checking sources my version of the Hollywood sign is really that is was mad by aliens so they could channel all the talent into one spot and have shows like I love lucy transmit to them over a long period of time. Also those aliens are not gonna be happy when they get Jersey Shore. That's when they'll gear up their star ships and nuke the shit out of New Jersey. Luckily, I'll be dead by that point.

:)

Sunday, November 27, 2011

What a year

Last year i was in a rut. This year started off the same way but I kept on "truckin" April is when the year really started to change for the better. I got to see Robyn, Janet, Ellie Goulding and Marina and the Diamonds. I got the courage to live on my own. And then the big surprise of my life, I convinced myself to go to Russia on my own. Met Sasha, the most incredible human being on the planet.

Ok he's weird but going to Moscow and St.Petersburg changed my life.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A stranger!

Today I met a stranger that made me think twice about my actions.