Reyza Amri....Godzilla vs The Jersey Devil: Winner Take All....is the working title of this screen play underway free of poison Oak and prednisone, thankfully. American Lit will get back to the 1984 Cold War shortly. I needed a break from the painful reality that I endured for decades before I was oozing salad dressing in the Central Coast of Ca, Spyglass parking lot in the spring of 2020. A long way from Red Bank, New Jersey where the unleashed attack dog attacked me forty years ago, exactly.
If you keep this up, Reyza Amri, you will certainly wind up a crewmen on the yet to be determined RV!
The only spyglass I know is in Pismo Beach California. Shell beach to be per size. Can you drive over the hill from San Luis Obispo and the entire Pacific opens up to you. I spent a lot of time in that little shopping area right off Spyglass. Oh yes this because you mentioned the central coast in spyglass in another continent. Thank you for sharing all your stories and look forward to more! 💞
Yes Charlotte, I did ten years to the day, in SLO County, and after my first year there, when I was at Spyglass almost daily, I was there weekly if I was in California. We rented for almost a year in Shell Beach before we purchased a home in San Luis Bay Estates.
That "little shopping center" is Spyglass Plaza. A little bit of Brooklyn still exists there.
We lived over there from when I was about two years old until eight. Along with my grandparents and uncle and aunt and cousins. I moved back about 25 years ago and lived there for about 10 years. My ex-husband tried to kill me when we lived in Arroyo grande. So I had to leave the beautiful beach area. I love the little deli that was over there bye spyglass. I spent much time at the restaurant at the spyglass hotel across the street. I forget the gentleman and his wife’s name but we used to hang out with them talking about music.
The Deli was the center of the community for decades. The Doc made the cheese. I worked all of the towns between Lompoc and Paso Robles, but mostly as close to the coast as possible, as coastal defense system HR history is my specialty. Naturally, Spyglass would be the epicenter of my "territory".
When I left New Jersey in 2011, the last 6 billion in R&D contracting had just lost its last two anchor agencies, which were the NSA and the FBI, at least according to the press at the time. The Fort in front of it, was BRACed for good, Fort Monmouth that is, where at peak 50 billion a year might have been flowing into contracts for nearly a century: Raw, applied science, electronics mostly, secret, naturally.
The "magic" of national security is achieved by any means necessary. Coastal defense systems have their own peculiar nuances, HR requirements in the littoral zone can be quite different from those just short distance inland.
Arroyo Grande is quite interesting because there was a little of everything. I worked there every Sunday for 9 years, at a little cafe, interviewing the locals, who straddled fishing and farming, some doing both even.
Billions of dollars had been brilliantly injected into these communities that buffered Vandenburg AFB, from where a large portion of our best kept secrets got shot into space.
None of this was any less subtle than the environment where I was mushroomed on the east coast, where I had spent four decades hands-on in every aspect of what is now obsolete, and history, before receiving a joint Rutgers/NJIT master's degree just weeks before those last two agencies turned in their keys at Fort Monmouth, where Netflix is now setting up shop.
Illusion, deception...a whole litany of strategies is necessary to keep secrets secret around our research facilities. The closer one gets to one, the stranger things seem. The state of the art keeps moving beyond, what was the program a month ago, could easily have moved on.
I am a dinosaur, that's for damn sure. It's no country for old men out there. I am grateful to have survived the ten, mostly intact, and to be back home, half a century of not knowing anything done.
Charlotte Pendragon, the whole coast is linked, as is this one, by layers and layers of communications systems. I work with HR, not hardware, in them. Camp San Luis Obispo is near there, but what I knew of was well north, closer to HC on the 1. Nothing would shock me, though.
More interesting to me were the HR experiments done out of Poly. I have a special empathy for volunteers like me, who have no idea what they are getting sucked into. A lot of stuff still being done in CA, I was kind of shocked was still going on, in the beginning, but got used to it, as it was not near as cruel and unusual as what went on in in Cold War years. For or against I will not argue, I am no PhD, just a field researcher. Personally, I do not know how they can live with themselves. I do not even want to know.
Still, yes, I volunteered, and I am still alive, wounded yes, but how can you teach the trick if you have not survived it yourself? Someone had to test fly them buggers, right?
Your storytelling is utterly captivating! The blend of personal anecdotes with your imaginative projects paints a vivid picture that's both intriguing and whimsical. The vision of a galley on a research vessel combined with noodles adds a delightfully quirky touch to your narrative. I'm curious, what inspired the idea to integrate noodle making into the life aboard these research vessels?
Thank you Reyza, for your kind words. My new project (Draft Project8) is my first attempt at Screen Play. I would much rather not, give screen play writing a shot, but until a whale drops a bundle of cash in my lap, this is a one-person shop. It was the Prednisone that woke me out of a Covid lock down mindset. For a day or two I was in a steroid super human mode, ready to fix global warming with noodles and a fleet of custom built RV's to be built in Tawain!
I love what you're doing or have done. Please stay motivated and encouraged and everyone please subscribe to Andrew's substack!!
Reyza Amri....Godzilla vs The Jersey Devil: Winner Take All....is the working title of this screen play underway free of poison Oak and prednisone, thankfully. American Lit will get back to the 1984 Cold War shortly. I needed a break from the painful reality that I endured for decades before I was oozing salad dressing in the Central Coast of Ca, Spyglass parking lot in the spring of 2020. A long way from Red Bank, New Jersey where the unleashed attack dog attacked me forty years ago, exactly.
If you keep this up, Reyza Amri, you will certainly wind up a crewmen on the yet to be determined RV!
The only spyglass I know is in Pismo Beach California. Shell beach to be per size. Can you drive over the hill from San Luis Obispo and the entire Pacific opens up to you. I spent a lot of time in that little shopping area right off Spyglass. Oh yes this because you mentioned the central coast in spyglass in another continent. Thank you for sharing all your stories and look forward to more! 💞
Yes Charlotte, I did ten years to the day, in SLO County, and after my first year there, when I was at Spyglass almost daily, I was there weekly if I was in California. We rented for almost a year in Shell Beach before we purchased a home in San Luis Bay Estates.
That "little shopping center" is Spyglass Plaza. A little bit of Brooklyn still exists there.
We lived over there from when I was about two years old until eight. Along with my grandparents and uncle and aunt and cousins. I moved back about 25 years ago and lived there for about 10 years. My ex-husband tried to kill me when we lived in Arroyo grande. So I had to leave the beautiful beach area. I love the little deli that was over there bye spyglass. I spent much time at the restaurant at the spyglass hotel across the street. I forget the gentleman and his wife’s name but we used to hang out with them talking about music.
The Deli was the center of the community for decades. The Doc made the cheese. I worked all of the towns between Lompoc and Paso Robles, but mostly as close to the coast as possible, as coastal defense system HR history is my specialty. Naturally, Spyglass would be the epicenter of my "territory".
When I left New Jersey in 2011, the last 6 billion in R&D contracting had just lost its last two anchor agencies, which were the NSA and the FBI, at least according to the press at the time. The Fort in front of it, was BRACed for good, Fort Monmouth that is, where at peak 50 billion a year might have been flowing into contracts for nearly a century: Raw, applied science, electronics mostly, secret, naturally.
The "magic" of national security is achieved by any means necessary. Coastal defense systems have their own peculiar nuances, HR requirements in the littoral zone can be quite different from those just short distance inland.
Arroyo Grande is quite interesting because there was a little of everything. I worked there every Sunday for 9 years, at a little cafe, interviewing the locals, who straddled fishing and farming, some doing both even.
Billions of dollars had been brilliantly injected into these communities that buffered Vandenburg AFB, from where a large portion of our best kept secrets got shot into space.
None of this was any less subtle than the environment where I was mushroomed on the east coast, where I had spent four decades hands-on in every aspect of what is now obsolete, and history, before receiving a joint Rutgers/NJIT master's degree just weeks before those last two agencies turned in their keys at Fort Monmouth, where Netflix is now setting up shop.
Illusion, deception...a whole litany of strategies is necessary to keep secrets secret around our research facilities. The closer one gets to one, the stranger things seem. The state of the art keeps moving beyond, what was the program a month ago, could easily have moved on.
I am a dinosaur, that's for damn sure. It's no country for old men out there. I am grateful to have survived the ten, mostly intact, and to be back home, half a century of not knowing anything done.
Fascinating. My understanding is their is a vital communication center near Montana Del Oro?
The deli had the best breakfast broccoli and pea salad. I stuff there at least once a week to buy a quart of it!
Charlotte Pendragon, the whole coast is linked, as is this one, by layers and layers of communications systems. I work with HR, not hardware, in them. Camp San Luis Obispo is near there, but what I knew of was well north, closer to HC on the 1. Nothing would shock me, though.
More interesting to me were the HR experiments done out of Poly. I have a special empathy for volunteers like me, who have no idea what they are getting sucked into. A lot of stuff still being done in CA, I was kind of shocked was still going on, in the beginning, but got used to it, as it was not near as cruel and unusual as what went on in in Cold War years. For or against I will not argue, I am no PhD, just a field researcher. Personally, I do not know how they can live with themselves. I do not even want to know.
Still, yes, I volunteered, and I am still alive, wounded yes, but how can you teach the trick if you have not survived it yourself? Someone had to test fly them buggers, right?
Your storytelling is utterly captivating! The blend of personal anecdotes with your imaginative projects paints a vivid picture that's both intriguing and whimsical. The vision of a galley on a research vessel combined with noodles adds a delightfully quirky touch to your narrative. I'm curious, what inspired the idea to integrate noodle making into the life aboard these research vessels?
Thank you Reyza, for your kind words. My new project (Draft Project8) is my first attempt at Screen Play. I would much rather not, give screen play writing a shot, but until a whale drops a bundle of cash in my lap, this is a one-person shop. It was the Prednisone that woke me out of a Covid lock down mindset. For a day or two I was in a steroid super human mode, ready to fix global warming with noodles and a fleet of custom built RV's to be built in Tawain!
the pasta fever dreams are real, lol.