Watch now | Santa Monica: A Requiem in Flip-Flops Twelve years ago, Steve Drobny and I chatted live at the London School of Economics. Last week, we met again, this time under California sun, no suits, no filters. For non-paying followers, here’s your chance to glimpse both timelines: the original video from 2013 and a review of last week’s post-apocalyptic macro sermon. History doesn’t repeat, it doesn't even echoe. Click in. This is your rewind before the next drop.
Hugh so pleased you shared the original interview - fascinating to reflect on your forward discussion from the past. Much unfolded as foretold - timeframe as you've mentioned previously is 12 but as in the Zodiac. Are we in the final stanza?? If we are why do I feel it's more "frog in a pot" slowly and with many a mention of "nothing to see here" as we slide into a potential dystopian abiss, less with a crash bang and more with sighs and silence. People forget Rome fell over decades not days and weeks. The final chapter this might be but it could be 1000's of pages long and take a long long time to read. I look forward to recapping your 2025 vintage videos in 2035 and beyond. Keep up the great sharing. Cheers Lucien 🙏
Ahh Lucien mon ami yeah history written at snail speed is perfect for the acid mind and yes that dastardly Chinese zodiac and the 12 year rotation of Jupiter that foiled my billion dollar bear squeeze
thanks Donteo for taking me ever so momentarily to the andes, wow I'm dreaming of a young Rosanna Arquette, geez her bat shit crazy dumbness always nailed it and there she sits in my imagination on that train in the andes with the cute woolen hat, llama wool surely, she's a loss adjuster, sent to the andes to investigate a truck full of scientific equipment that now rests below a frozen lake, and then she meets Jacques at a remote, high-altitude dive site nestled in the mountains. The setting is surreal: an improbable pool carved into the rugged, sky-piercing terrain, surrounded by air so thin it makes movement feel like slow motion. There's a chill in the sunlight.
Jacques emerges from the pool wet, serene, otherworldly. it's freezing and he dont notice. He doesn’t speak. His presence more aquatic than human. she watches him with quiet astonishment.Something shifts. inside me at least, one of my fave cinema moments love at first ice
It’s not lust. It’s fascination. It’s the kind that disorients. That reorders internal maps. Someone like me who maybe doesn’t belong to the world as they know it? I'll write this up as a note. thanks for being my muse or is that me you, who knows, Tokyo heat
tell me more Gordon. you know, there's courage to play the fool. I'm experimenting with first person dramatic writing. sometimes it will work sometimes not, hope you can support
Thanks Matovu, I think I'm finding my groove and these are fun to make, a double blessing, may JOY be always our energy 💪
Hugh so pleased you shared the original interview - fascinating to reflect on your forward discussion from the past. Much unfolded as foretold - timeframe as you've mentioned previously is 12 but as in the Zodiac. Are we in the final stanza?? If we are why do I feel it's more "frog in a pot" slowly and with many a mention of "nothing to see here" as we slide into a potential dystopian abiss, less with a crash bang and more with sighs and silence. People forget Rome fell over decades not days and weeks. The final chapter this might be but it could be 1000's of pages long and take a long long time to read. I look forward to recapping your 2025 vintage videos in 2035 and beyond. Keep up the great sharing. Cheers Lucien 🙏
Ahh Lucien mon ami yeah history written at snail speed is perfect for the acid mind and yes that dastardly Chinese zodiac and the 12 year rotation of Jupiter that foiled my billion dollar bear squeeze
This is great stuff.....you put out....... I have followed you for some time. Things you say have a lot of correlated resonance
Love your insights, Hugh!! Bang on!
I intend to keep banging them out, thanks Chris
Great stuff Hugh... sitting in my central and Andes farm , ponder the great movements abroad I look to shed some light on things..
Hey, You do little of that..and you could even be right....is the patient so ill it'll never get outta bed?
But lest we be reminded..of Salvador and Argentina ..
thanks Donteo for taking me ever so momentarily to the andes, wow I'm dreaming of a young Rosanna Arquette, geez her bat shit crazy dumbness always nailed it and there she sits in my imagination on that train in the andes with the cute woolen hat, llama wool surely, she's a loss adjuster, sent to the andes to investigate a truck full of scientific equipment that now rests below a frozen lake, and then she meets Jacques at a remote, high-altitude dive site nestled in the mountains. The setting is surreal: an improbable pool carved into the rugged, sky-piercing terrain, surrounded by air so thin it makes movement feel like slow motion. There's a chill in the sunlight.
Jacques emerges from the pool wet, serene, otherworldly. it's freezing and he dont notice. He doesn’t speak. His presence more aquatic than human. she watches him with quiet astonishment.Something shifts. inside me at least, one of my fave cinema moments love at first ice
It’s not lust. It’s fascination. It’s the kind that disorients. That reorders internal maps. Someone like me who maybe doesn’t belong to the world as they know it? I'll write this up as a note. thanks for being my muse or is that me you, who knows, Tokyo heat
Jesus, Hendry-get over yourself…🤡
tell me more Gordon. you know, there's courage to play the fool. I'm experimenting with first person dramatic writing. sometimes it will work sometimes not, hope you can support