7000 Romaine, the last coordinate

[Robin Landseadel]

On Nov 28, 2009, at 9:48 PM, Joseph Tracy wrote:

> I wanted to revisit this question of 7000 Romaine street once more  
> with a couple more tidbits of information

Well, thank you!

Feels like a continuation of:

http://www.ottosell.de/pynchon/magiceye.htm

When thinking about the CIA and the MKULTRA program, feel free to  
juggle in elements of:

http://www.carpenoctem.tv/cons/acid.html

While looking up the relation between Howard Hughes, the Military  
Industrial Complex and Criminal Enterprise, I ran across:

http://www.carpenoctem.tv/cons/gemstone.html

Just for the record, I don't think Occam's razor can cut that one.

At the same time Pynchon throws another far-fetched tale into the mix  
with Lemuria—the author invites the farthest reaches of mythic  
conspiracy into his novels, lets 'em play together. I can see how  
Lemuria melds into the tale, but that's another rant altogether.

> First off I was nagged by the number of coordinates given and the  
> importance Bigfoot places on this location, leaving with  the  
> parting line, "experience the night".  It seems that P is pointing  
> to a specific place but leaving out a key coordinate: where did they  
> turn toward Melrose? The effort put into those coordinates which  
> is    rather pointless if it isn't very pointed,  combines  
> powerfully with several facts from both the text and outside the  
> text: a) the accusation by a former high level employee of HH that  
> HH was involved in the RFK killing. b) the prominence in the text of  
> Noguchi who was connected to Manson and Kennedy killing. c) the  
> location Robin gives of 7000 Romaine street being the HQ of Hughes  
> enterprises explored in interesting ways related to the text by Joan  
> Didion in her collection of essays about the 60's, Slouching toward  
> Bethlehem. d) the fact that in the story it is Puck's dwelling and  
> is a courtyard apt( 7000 Romaine has a courtyard visible from the  
> street) and that Puck is a hired Killer coming from Las Vegas Where  
> Hughes was living at this time. Read Robin's post below for more  
> good support for the connection.
>
> The final coordinate: Doc and BF start at Sweetzer and Santa Monica  
> and head toward Fairfax( east) where Doc's car is. After awhile they  
> pass musicians exiting the Tropicana. lotta famous musicians stayed  
> at the tropicana Motel on Santa Monica(Doors, Ramones etc) BUT the  
> Tropicana motel is the other way ( west)from Sweeetzer. HOWEVER,  
> there is another, older, more famous Tropicana (The Tropicana Bar)  
> in the neighborhood located in the Roosevelt Hotel(possibly the most  
> famous luxury hotel in Hollywood)  The address of that Hotel is 7000  
> Hollywood Blvd. It is due north of 7000 Romaine.
>
> With this final coordinate I find Robin's argument to be very very  
> convincing.
>
> One more thing. All of these Tropicanas and more are the bastard  
> children of the the world Famous Tropicana Club in  Havana, Cuba.   
> Which, before the reverse cashflow situation of The Communist  
> Revolution, was owned By Santo Trafficante and managed by Meyer  
> Lansky. Trafficante was connected to CIA plots against Cuba and was  
> alleged to be involved in the killing of JFK.
>
> On Nov 22, 2009, at 9:58 PM, Robin Landseadel wrote:
>>
>> Well, glad to see somebody else disliking my ideas as much as  
>> Terrance, I like the idea that I'm starting a movement.
>>
>> Let's talk about he time frame of Doc 'n Bigfoot's soirée—anybody  
>> got a watch on? Doc runs into Bigfoot at waste-a-perp just as the  
>> sun goes down. That's on South LeBrea. And the corner of Santa  
>> Monica and Sweetzer happens to be West Hollywood City Hall. When  
>> Bigfoot leaves that corner with Doc they've already spent  
>> considerable time talking at a place called "The Raincheck Room"  
>> about all sorts of interesting things like:
>>
>> 	"Can I say something out loud? Is anybody listening?"
>> 	"Everybody. Nobody. Does it matter?"
>>
>> 	"Say Adrian Prussia iced this Detective X, or had it done. And
>> 	what happens? nothing. Maybe everybody in LAPD knows he
>> 	did the deed, but there's no back-channel outcries in the paper,
>> 	no vigilante revenge by horrified fellow officers .... No, instead
>> 	IA locks it all up tight for the next thirty years, everybody
>> 	pretending it's another cop hero fallen in the line of duty. Forget
>> 	about decency, or respecting the memories of all the real dead-
>> 	cop heroes-how can you people be that fuckin unprofessional?"
>>
>> 	"It gets even worse," Bigfoot said in a slowly stifled way, as if
>> 	trying in vain to call to Doc out of years of history forbidden to
>> 	civilians. "Prussia has been prime suspect in ... let's say a
>> 	number of homicides-and each time, upon intervention from the
>> 	highest levels, he's walked."
>>
>> 	''And you're saying what? 'Ain't it awful'?"
>>
>> 	''I'm saying there's a reason for everything, Doc, and before you
>> 	get too indignant you might want to look at why Internal Affairs
>> 	should even be duked into this in the first place, let alone be the
>> 	office that's sitting on the story."
>>
>> 	"I give up. Why?"
>>
>> 	"Figure it out. Use what's left of your brain. The trouble with you
>> 	people is you never know when somebody's doing you a favor.
>> 	You think whatever it is, you're entitled because you're cute or
>> 	something." He got up, dropped a handful of shrapnel on the
>> 	table, tossed a disgruntled salute to the barkeep, and prepared
>> 	to step out into the street. "Go look in a mirror sometime. 'Dig'
>> 	yourself, 'man,' till you understand that nobody owes you
>> 	anything. Then get back to me." Doc had seen Bigfoot out of
>> 	sorts now and then, but this was getting downright emotional.
>>
>> That sounds like some kind of heavily mobbish operation wired to  
>> the top of the food chain, the LAPD and U.S. government included.
>>
>> Now ask yourself, with the number of incidents occurring during  
>> this little stroll . . .
>>
>> 	They stood on the corner of Santa Monica and Sweetzer.
>> 	"Where were you parked?" said Bigfoot.
>>
>> 	"Off of Fairfax."
>>
>> 	"My direction as well. Walk with me, Sportello, I'll show you 	
>> 	something." They begin to stroll along Santa Monica. Hippies
>> 	were thumbing rides up and down the street. Rock 'n' roll was
>> 	blasting from car radios. Musicians who'd just come awake
>> 	were drifting out of the Tropican a looking for evening breakfast.
>> 	Reefer smoke hung in pockets up and down the street, waiting
>> 	to ambush the unwary pedestrian. Men were murmuring to
>> 	each other in doorways. After a few blocks, Bigfoot turned right
>> 	and ambled down toward Melrose. "This looking familiar yet?"
>>
>> http://www.leninimports.com/romaine_street_photo_hh_5_web.jpg
>>
>> That much hubbub could easily fill 30 minutes.
>>
>> 	Doc had an intuition. "It's Puck's old neighborhood."
>>
>> Puck & Adrian Prussia work for Hughes, above and beyond any other  
>> allegiances.
>>
>> 	He started looking for the overgrown courtyard complex Trillium
>> 	had told him about. His nose began to run and his clavicles to
>> 	shiver, and he wondered if somehow one or all of the happy
>> 	threesome were about to appear, to what Sortilege liked to call
>> 	manifest, and from the corner of his eye he noticed Bigfoot
>> 	watching him closely. Yes and who says there can't be time
>> 	travel, or that places with real-world addresses can't be
>> 	haunted, not only by the dead but by the living as well?
>>
>> And 7000 Romaine was haunted by the living. Howard Hughes left that  
>> building around 1966 at the very latest.
>>
>> 	It helps to smoke a lot of weed and to do acid off and on, but
>> 	sometimes even a literal-minded natchmeister like Bigfoot
>> 	could manage it.
>>
>> 	They approached a courtyard apartment building nearly
>> 	dissolved in the evening. "Go have a look around, Sportello. Sit
>> 	out by that pool there under the New Zealand tree ferns.
>> 	Experience the night."
>>
>> Shifting from sunset to night takes something like 6:00 to 8:00 pm  
>> if it's April in L.A..
>>
>> 	He made a show of looking at his watch. "Regretfully, I have to
>> 	be moving along. The missus will be expecting me."
>>
>> 	"One special lady for sure. Pass on my regards."
>>
>>
>>
>> On Nov 22, 2009, at 12:44 PM, Joseph Tracy wrote:
>>
>>> So the question prevents itself to this reader- who was killed  
>>> that might have prevented Dick Nixon from getting elected?
>>
>> I'd do a little switcheroo and ask: who would kill to make sure  
>> Richard Nixon—who's already on same dude's hook from previous bribes 
>> —would become president?
>