Thanks for Guggenheim link / (1010 words) further musings

[Cometman]

David Morris, thanks for the Guggenheim link. 
And that Peggy Guggenheim was a big supporter of Djuna Barnes, right? 
Anybody currently around doing similar avant-garde lifestyle & patronage, crossing class lines out of love? (and, well, amatory exploration?) 

Opiate billionaires Purdue (well, Sackler) family getting some refusals of patronage; but they stay in their lane, class-wise, or so it seems. At least not openly Bohemian.
Lawsuit settled, looks like OxyContin gets its own business unit, all profits going to the plaintiff class (speaking of class...) - which would seem to depend on the continuation of the abuse that the suit was about.(!?)
I guess it’s none of my business, except maybe due diligence on burgeoning bohemian scenes, and basic human concern.
Art musing in general way - big article in New Yorker some years ago alerted me to art theft, forgery, but also art as a way of laundering money. It’s like when you go to a furniture store, why is all the stuff so darn expensive? And art gallery is like 100 times more so. Even in like a Mexican buffet, this nice painting on the wall of an Aztec sunburst is marked $400. Repositories of value. Interesting stuff.
So there used to be, speaking of repositories, a big repository of 911 schtuff, where you could dally for days...anyway, one of the interviews was with a dude working in one of the WTCs, who said he was going to his office in like August 2001, and was turned back by officious armed dudes who claimed to be “redoing the security system” or something like that.We all know that the Gummo of the Bush family, Maurice or something, owned a part of the security company responsible for the WTC and Dulles. That demolition expert dude who called it the day of, and then changed his tune the next day...That Professor Jones formerly of BYU finding stuff in the rubble, who got kind of squelched when Bush 43 flew out to Utah and had a chin-wag with the school president...
Lots of weird-beard action there. Like JFK, the copious literature is not only a repository of action around a node deemed important, but also a memorial of people who lived and loved in those days, and a window on a time that is receding from current events into history. It’s interesting, even fascinating, to read about.
 Like f*cking Rumsfeld, we know what we know but we don’t know the extent of what we don’t know (or words to that effect) - but unlike that weird-beard, we lack an army to send to enforce the consequences of our conclusions. At least, that’s my situation - ymmv, though I doubt you’d be on the p-list in that case (though, quien sabe!?)
These ae911 people are working within the law and even Lynn Margulis, the biologist (yeah, I know, not an architect or an engineer, but one heck of a brainiac) famous for exploration of mitochondrial DNA (requiescat in pace,) signed on to their declaration of dissatisfaction with the NIST report.
As a thought experiment, the consequences of a victory in court would be???Damages for survivors a la OxyContin?Refund to New York Life insurance of their payout?News coverage - or news blackout and token damages such as the MLK conspiracy civil trial?Proof of demolition will not establish who did it, come to think of it.
Who will bell the cat?

My Maslow’s pyramid, not to mention my Freytag’s triangle, reading preferences, and instinct for self-preservation point in a different direction, but I respect their work and hope for the best for them personally, and for fair treatment of their cause. 
Now as to _Bleeding Edge_, the wellspring of speculation seems to center around the dark pile hight Deseret, near and similar to the Dakota, which itself connotes Rosemary’s Baby (which some buddies and I sneaked into to watch from the refreshment stand of a drive-in theater back in ‘69 and got kicked out of not too far into - we were able to watch the first feature, “Goodbye Columbus,” before somebody did their due diligence - so for all I know, those witches left Rosemary alone after she did a runner - although in the book the doctor she turned to was one of them...but you know how they always change the story in the movies) and the murder most foul of John Lennon by a dude whose dad is a Bush buddy.
Anyway, the aesthetic implications of that nexus of evil, like my Freytag’s triangle, Maslow’s pyramid, etc, point away from controlled demolition, (which theory, like the smoldering foundations of WTC and the west wing of the Pentagon, remains dangerously hot for a long time) in favor of a broader societal critique: the photos of the missile suggest a different proximate cause, the frequent mention of the Deseret as a possible launch site juxtaposes with the missile’s strike zone (which, as Greg Palast pointed out, was Cantor-Fitzgerald, not only a prominent financier, but specifically a promulgator of tax-free municipal bonds for local governments to do infrastructure projects generally more economically than private-sector competitors, and more honestly than Goldman etc who for instance parlayed (as told by Matt Taibbi back when he was a good source) an Alabama sewer bond issue into a billion dollar fiasco. (Not to mention Greece.)
And the Russian mob. So essentially (or, maybe it’s more of a luxury item) the dynamic is the residential bastions of privilege where Pynchon mentions at the Deseret party they gave attendees favors like trips to Gstaad (which of course connotes the hateful child of privilege in “Scent of a Woman” who sneeringly corrects our lumpen protagonist’s pronunciation of “Gstaad”) —
Anyway, these fortunate sons live in places like that, getting Gstaad goodie-bags, and from those places emanate (we are possibly to surmise) ordnance to demolish the Cantor-Fitzgeralds of the world and their commitment to a financial “commonwealth”, utilities and roads that all can use and benefit from.
Or not - probably ought to read it again. (-;