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The photos above represent art, places, people, animals & events that have meaning to me. I have either known the people you see or I have worked with them. There are others still such as Albert Einstein, Louis Vuitton, Niccolo Machiavelli & King Henry VIII, among others, who have had profound influence upon my life. This is the reason they are here. The locations you may note are places I have lived, visited or have been incarcerated at. There are nations represented here that do not have an extradition treaty with the USA. The reason for their inclusion should be obvious to you, if not now then perhaps after you have scrolled down this page a bit into my very own private wonder world deep within an abyss of bliss.

BIO: I am a reclusive, private & somewhat odd middle-aging guy living in the most densely populated section of Los Angeles.  I am single, 5.11, 180 pounds, brown, green, so on, so on & so forth. I enjoy strolling the moon lit beach & walking in the rain, etc. I will consider any offer for companionship no matter how shallow or nefarious your intentions may be. I accept that the less depth & the most ill will you can muster is all I can possibly hope for. I raise a perpetually flowering garden as well as several dogs & my familiar (as in Hamlet), named Blackie the Cat. I have a pedigree in fine arts. I mope a lot. I whine. I am obnoxious. I write because it keeps me from acting out. I am basically a juvenile delinquent who never, or ever, will grow up. On the other hand, I am a fine, funny & passionate compassionate soul with great insight into the language of pain & joy. I am very humble at times but usually I am conceited & arrogant. I tell everybody my IQ is 183  but it’s actually only 162 (as if that even matters), so I suppose I lie too. I am a boastful & cocky guy who says he doesn’t care but he may be insecure instead. In conclusion, I am trouble. Your mother & father would be very concerned if you brought me to dinner unless they are psychiatrists. Their curiosity about mental health might trump their fear.



I am a graduate of the American Conservatory Theater in San Francisco under the direction of BILL BALL. I am a graduate of the Neighborhood Playhouse in New York City under the direction of SANFORD MEISNER. I studied with STELLA ADLER in Los Angeles at Theater Vanguard in West Hollywood on Melrose Avenue. I studied Shakespeare with the director and scholar LEE SHALLET at South Coast Repertory in Costa Mesa. I was mentored by SANDY DENNIS at Herbert Berghof Studios (HB Studios) in New York City. I have performed in over fifty equity or equity waiver staged productions including the role of Max in the US West Coast Premiere of Bent by Martin Sherman directed by David Marshal Grant at the Coast Playhouse in West Hollywood, the Man in Woman Behind Bars by Tom Eyen directed by RON LINK at the Alcazar Theater in San Francisco, Nugget in Equus at The Old Globe Theater in San Diego and the Laguna Moulten Playouse in Laguna Beach, Darkhorse in Cyberqueer by Tom Jacobson directed by Mark Bringleson at Robert Shrock’s Celebration Theater in Hollywood, in both the 1996 & 1998 hit productions. All but one production mentioned here ran for considerable lengths of a year or more. I worked with great people such as Michael Landon, Jose Ferrer, Sally Kirkland & Sandy Dennis. I have appeared on TV in over four dozen productions in various formats and several films. I studied with Sir Francis Crick; awarded the 1962 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine along with Dr. James D.Watson and Maurice Wilkins for unraveling the structure of the DNA helix, at the University of California, San Diego. I am a native New Yorker, Woodside, Queens. I currently reside in Los Angeles.



For your viewing pleasure. I am the guy with the head band & peace sign on my right bicep.





Francis Harry Compton Crick, OMFRS (8 June 1916 – 28 July 2004) was an English molecular biologistbiophysicist, and neuroscientist, most noted for being a co-discoverer of the structure of the DNA molecule in 1953 with James Watson. He, Watson, and Maurice Wilkins were jointly awarded the 1962 Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine “for their discoveries concerning the molecular structure of nucleic acids and its significance for information transfer in living material”.

Crick was an important theoretical molecular biologist and played a crucial role in research related to revealing the genetic code. He is widely known for use of the term “central dogma” to summarize the idea that genetic information flow in cells essentially one-way, from DNA to RNA to protein.

During the remainder of his career, he held the post of J.W. Kieckhefer Distinguished Research Professor at the Salk Institute for Biological Studies in La Jolla, California. His later research centered on theoretical neurobiology and attempts to advance the scientific study of human consciousness. He remained in this post until his death; “he was editing a manuscript on his death bed, a scientist until the bitter end” according to Christof Koch.






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    • Salutări, misionara. Aproape că am uitat să spun vă mulţumesc pentru timpul preţios în bio mea de lectură. Am devenit atât de prins într-o bucată de muzică de la blog-ul dvs. Eu sunt încă nu sunt sigur ce m-a lovit. E Nomine Vater Unser partea II. Am mai auzit nimic destul ca o înainte şi l-a arestat sufletul meu. Eu sunt încă digestia ceea ce am auzit şi am va fi joc-o peste si peste din nou pentru o o vreme. Vă mulţumesc, vă mulţumesc. Scott Utley LA CA U.S. de A PS nu sunt atât de multe mare poeţi şi artişti ies din Romania la acest moment. Aceasta este minte suflare. Multumesc din nou.

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  1. Where has your FB page gone? Missing you already !! xox You are a better writer that Charles Dickens and William Shakespeare combined, and you know I know what I speak of, my own great grandfather was James Joyce. Please return, you can’t imagine how tragic this world is without you. XXXOOOXXXJULIE


    • JULIE HOLLYWOOD, where are you? I called your agent and they said you were suddenly called away by DAVID GEFFEN to his place in BALI. It is nice, isn’t it? I spent Christmas with him there this past year. What, I dare ask, is that about? Your agent is pretty but she doesn’t talk too much. Tell DAVID I said hello, we used to date when I was working at STUDIO 54. Until I hear about what he is up too with your magical talent I will not be able to sleep. O yes, tell him I promise to return that DAVID HOCKNEY if I can find it. By the way, I took a magic carpet ride at my usual time, 11:11 PM Pacific Standard Time, and you will not believe who I ran into. I was minding my own business looking for gold coins at the GREAT PYRAMIDS OF GIZA with my dear, beloved friend, MAGDA HANAFI of ALEXANDRIA. When who should show up? Elizabeth Taylor, James Dean, Montgomery Clift and Salvatore Dali. They were drunk as skunks and I had to stop them from spray painting the SPHINX with ‘I LOVE NEW YORK.’ They were a hoot. MAGDA said LIZ had the most beautiful violet eyes she has ever seen, other than her own mother’s, which me and the rest of the world would have to agree with. Even LIZ said so. LIZ blushed when MAGA said that about her eyes. She then took off a very large rose diamond, I mean, I have never seen a jewel that big or beautiful, and simply gave it to her. MAGDA would not accept such a national treasure but thank goddess, LIZ insisted because the diamond matches MAGDA’S heart. The two of them are so cute together. LIZ sends all her love and the warmest regards she can muster. Salvatore also wanted me to give you a message but I could not understand a single word. Something about, ‘clicking back the doors of the orange bringing you mother ships on a monkey’s in blue green seas? Sheets on an orange monkey’s knees?’ And something about a ‘cocoon of POLAR BEARS’, something like that. Does that mean anything to you? That guy is a nut and he is so funny but keep the Scotch out of his reach. :) Talk at you later, my car has arrived.


      • You’ve been to outer space and on a magic carpet ride and nether time did you consider swooping by the UK to pick me up!! I’m hurt! Elizabeth Taylor at The Pyramids… :o) wasn’t Michael Jackson there too, scoping out locales for a new video, owwwww. I was at The Emerald City after escaping the Dark Forest I could definitely have used your magic carpet before the witches arrived!

        Glad you’re back, I need the normality in my life which you provide on a daily basis :o)



      • Julie Hollywood, I never did receive a follow-up about those ruby-red slippers I let you borrow. Are you through with them yet? If so, may I return them back to the chick I swiped them from, a Dorothy something or other. Poor girl, she lives in a cage on the outskirts of town surrounded by strange looking people who call her theirs, and a little Vietnamese Pot Bellied Pig named Toto who only barks when your hair is on fire. Free DOROTHY! And while you are at it, help save the last remaining tropical parrots of Queens, NY. Click here for further instructions.



  2. hOllywOOdforever, I did stop by the UK looking for you, but Vivien Leigh said you were indisposed. I always stop by looking for you even though I am still a bit miffed that your ‘UK’ shipped my entire Utley clan out on a prison ship to the colonies simply because they said my ancestors were chicken thieves. I ask you, how can a whole clan be chicken thieves? I ask you that, O wait, my heart, my heart, the horror, O the horror and shame of it all. Hold please ….. OK I am back – where were we? O yes, you were about to tell me how handsome I am, right? PS Julie, did you see this post of mine, the Pope tweeted it to his followers last night. Isn’t that a miracle?


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    • Oh no, the ruby red slippers were pre-owned, i thought they had a vintage look to them! I sold them on to a museum for a tidy sum, maybe I can arrange a Mission Impossible style entry and gain entry via the ceiling and steal them back to help you with your Dorothy Issue!

      I think the Utley clan was mistaken for the McUtlley’s – the real chicken thieves, you should track them down, i’m sure they set up your ancestors to take the heat off them.

      And on the subject of Miss Vivien, I made a bet with her which I lost and as a sore loser I am currently in hiding in the hope she forgets all about it. I thought I was a sure thing for the role of Scarlett, turns out I was only offered Belle Watling so I turned it down of course in the fear of being typecast.

      Oh, and yes, you’re right I was about to compliment your handsomeness, I look at you and think of Valentino in his prime :o)

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      • Julie, Julie, Julie, what can I say? I am starting to put two and together. So far, I have come up to the sum of five, what am I doing wrong? But I digress; I am, I admit, dumbstruck by idiocy, mine, not yours. I am flabbergasted and nearly speechless, and for a linguist of high acclaim such as me (such as I? such as myself? such as?, O damn never mind that now), that is an unsettling state of being to be in. And here is the reason why; now, understand I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the shoes I lent you for your Pumpkin Ball, I borrowed from the Smithsonian in Wash DC. The upshot is this; those ruby-red slippers were worn by Judy Garland in the 1939 film, THE WIZARD OF OZ. They are, or dare I say were priceless. If you have the address to that museum (and why you sold them to a museum is a mystery I will never comprehend-I would have sold them to Donny Osmond, who is well known for his fondness of heels), I may be able to trade them back for the Covenant of The Lost Ark, which has been sitting in my cellar since my father gave it to me eons ago. I should open it up, but I am afraid it might blind me. You can if you like. You have much better jeans than I do. I shudder as I await your response. Yours truly, Nuclear ‘DUMB’ mind. AKA XXXOOOXXXSCO

        PS You would have made a much better Butterfly McQueen, I agree. And Valentino’s mother was so struck by my likeness to her son, she left me Falcon’s Lair. I never go there, too dusty. But you can have it if you want. HUGGIES AND KISSES, LET’S DO LUNCH!

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      • Are you saying 2 + 2 isn’t 5…? Hmmm I need a new calculator :o) After the Pumpkin Ball where I teamed the ruby slippers with a matching gown reminiscent of Miss Julie’s in Jezebel I just knew i could never wear the same shoes or dress again in public, so i found a buyer in the form of the V&A in London, apparently they have this costume of a blue & white gingham dress with pale blue ankle socks which they think the ruby slippers would compliment fabulously. Not a pairing I would choose but if they think it will work who am I to argue.

        I’m not opening the Covenant of the Lost Ark, it may suck me to purgatory for all eternity for my sins, or it might have spiders in it, either way I’ll be screaming!!

        Hire a cleaner for Falcolns Lair – imagine the parties you can hold there, and even better if it’s previous owners decide to make an eerie appearance, you even charge for entry – just to pay for the abundance of cocktails of course!

        Next time I’m in LA or you’re in the UK, lunch is definitely on dahling

        HUGS xoxo

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  3. Narrated by Abu Huraira (RA): Allah’s Apostle (peace be upon him) said, “Angels come to you in succession by night and day and all of them get together at the time of the Fajr and ‘Asr prayers. Those who have passed the night with you (or stayed with you) ascend (to the Heaven) and Allah asks them, though He knows everything about you, well, “In what state did you leave my slaves?” The angels reply: “When we left them they were praying and when we reached them, they were praying.”


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