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“What is Numenon?” you may ask. Why isn’t it spelled noumenon, the way the great philosopher Immanuel Kant intended when he wrote The Prolegomena to Any Future Metaphysic? Noumenon is a concept from philosophy meaning the thing-in-itself, inferred reality beyond the sensory world (phenomenon) to which we are limited. Who dares to use such an important word as a book title, when the book isn’t even about philosophy?

Sandy Nathan

I do. Sandy Nathan. And it is about philosophy. It’s about the quest for meaning and essence inherent in human existence. It’s wrapped up in corporate and Native American trappings is to make it palatable to people who wouldn’t read philosophy if their lives depended on it. This book is an exercise in philosophy.

And I have an almost-major in philosophy from the prestigious Santa Clara University for credentials. I love philosophy. Studying philosophy saved my life.

When my father was killed by a drunk driver when I was eighteen, philosophy got me through. At that time, SCU required everyone to minor in philosophy––which I think is sensible and getting more so every day. I kept on taking philosophy courses after getting my minor, because I NEEDED IT. I ended up two courses shy of a major. I would have taken those two courses, but my advisor, Dr. Mario Belotti, said, “Who will ever see it? It won’t show up on your diploma.” Economics already filled the spot where it said “major.” I didn’t bother.

Who would guess that a mere forty years later, I’d be writing novels about philosophical subjects? No one. But that’s how life is.

STEPPING OFF THE EDGE cover Stepping Off the Edge, my first book, another philosophy blockbuster.

You asked about why it was spelled numenon. I didn’t change the name from Noumenon to Numenon lightly. (Or Nuomenon––check out Nuomenon.com, too.) It was because many other Noumenons existed and I didn’t want to get sued. Also, the domain name was taken, taken, taken. So many noumenons––there’s a rock album called Noumenon, a DJ, half a dozen corporations. Does this mean we’re all philosophers?

Well, yes. We are. Most of us don’t take it seriously until it’s too late. (“I knew I should have been a rock star instead of an accountant . . . ” “I should have made up with Uncle Henry. He stole my putter forty years ago . . .” Gasp, sputter. The end. Too late.) That’s how we tend to do it.

Not while I’m around, kiddies. Now’s the time to do the job! I’ve realized how old I am. Gasp, sputter. Not yet!

Communion by Lily Nathan

Communion by Lily Nathan. Let’s get real, folks. Now’s the only time to do it.

Why did I name my book Numenon, however spelled? Truth is, I really wanted dasein, Heidegger’s pure being. Pure being beyond the mind’s comprehension, beyond everything! Can you see the explosive cover for that book! WOWSIE!

Unfortunately, dasein is taken. Dasein Corp. is all over. Dasein Design, on and on. The corporate world has overtaken the philosophical world, in name at least.

Treegod by Zoe Nathan DASEIN!

I spent an un-fun day searching the Net for good corporate names early in the third or fourth rewrite of Numenon. I searched the Greek Pantheon, the Roman deities, Hindu, Vedantic, some Chinese gods, and sprites and others from world religious traditions. All taken. Also most philosophic concepts.

Taken! Taken! Mostly by software manufacturers. Since when did Shiva become a proprietary name? Millions of people worship Shiva all over the globe. What do they do when they’re praying, chant, “Om Namah (Proprietary Corporate Name)”?

So, dasein was taken. But I got lucky with nuomenon. It was available! I grabbed it as fast as I could log into my favorite purveyor of URLs. Grabbed it with joy.

Only later, as I tried to read parts of the book to my writing group did I realize that nuomeon was much harder to pronounce than I remembered when I was studying philosophy. Really hard: Nuu-o-me-non. A tongue twister. Something was wrong.

A little sloothing and I discovered that I had misspelled it on my initial search. Okay, the best of us make mistakes. When I finally looked up the correct spelling, I realized, “Oops.” I Googled noumenon and found the multitude of legal entities already claiming to be the noumenon.

How can a philosophical term be made into a proprietary name? “It can’t,” said my lawyer. “Use it.”

“Watch out you don’t get one of those corporate guys mad at you,” said my other lawyer.

I spelled it Numenon. Cowardice is prudent, if not a virtue. Plus, the domain name was available.

Now that we have discussed noumenon, nuomenon, numenon more than you’d ever want to unless you were a philosophy major, let’s talk about something else. My new book:


The world of Numenon is on the way. It’s book one of the Bloodsong Series––this is just the beginning. I’ve got eight books FINISHED in draft form. (Meaning: They won’t be too hard to rewrite.) We’ve got the Advance Reading Copies and are gearing up to send them out for reviews and testimonials. We’ll have some Pre-release Copies soon, available only through the sandynathan.com site. Check one of the multitudes of links above for more information and what readers are saying about Numenon.

I’m going to go chant my mantra now, “Om Namah (Proprietary Corporate Name).”


Sandy Nathan

Sandy. Do you like the color or black and white photo?

Sandy Nathan & Her Dogs Should I add dogs?

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WOW! IS THIS VIDEO GOOD! My daughter Zoe forwarded it to me yesterday. My husband, Barry, and I forgot about dinner as we watched it. It’s the story of Kintaro, meaning Golden Boy in Japanese, the nickname for a young American man who walks from one end of Japan to the other in search of his father’s birthplace. His only clue: a line drawing done by his grandmother somewhere near the birth site.

The film is very funny, as one would expect knowing this young man’s dad, and sweetly touching. A perfect balm to the soul.

Turns out we’ve known young Kintaro, aka Tyler MacNiven, since he was a wee lad. We lived in Woodside, California, his hometown. Our favorite restaurant was Buck’s of Woodside, owned and operated by Tyler’s family. Buck’s has got to be the funniest/funnest restaurant in the world. Click on the link and read and laugh until you drop over. Book fiends, read about Jamis’ book. Better, go to the restaurant and “Steal this Menu!” They’re that funny.

Jamis MacNiven's Terribly Funny/Touching Book

So, of course, Tyler’s film is funny.

Wow. I knew that kid when . . .

Speaking of which, my novel Numenon, Book I of the Bloodsong Series, is at the printers now. Well, we’re just doing Early Reading Copies to send to literati and reviewers for testimonials and reviews. They will be available to everyone soon! Faster if you clamor for them! Email me going, “Clamor! Clamor!”

You may think my novel and Kintaro Walks Japan a loose association, but it’s not. I have eight or so novels in the Bloodsong Series written as drafts. Starting in the third novel, a fantastic, zany restaurant in Woodside CA becomes the scene of HIGHLY SIGNIFICANT ACTION. Guess which restaurant? BUCK’S! Can you guess what happens? Not on your life. You’ll have to read the series to get to it.


But would I make you suffer until the third book comes out? Never! I’ve just written to Jamis MacNiven asking for permission to make Buck’s the Official Restaurant of the Bloodsong Series! Yes, I aim to create a web site for my series surpassing that of a famous teenage writer of vampire stories. Just to show that grandmother’s rock! If you click that link now, you’ll get nada. Totally nada. That’s because it’s not done yet. But soon . . . Remember The Bloodsong Series.
By the way, my first book, Stepping Off the Edge, is a finalist for the New Age category of the 2006 Benjamin Franklin Awards, the prestigious awards of the PMA, an association of independent publishers. That means Stepping is one of THREE books that might win the award. The award ceremony occurs in conjunction with Book Expo America, the largest event serving the largest book market in the world.

Grandmothers rock HARD!

Sandy Nathan

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But that doesn’t make it right––or easy! I turned on my computer this morning and found perhaps the fifth invitation to a seminar promising to teach me how to change my life through the magic of BLOGGING . . .

The advertisement assured me that BLOGGING was the KEY! To what? To untapping the unknown financial potential of my web site/blog site (frankly, I’m not sure of the difference) and fulfilling my dreams, or the portion of them that can be fulfilled by STUFF.

I’m getting sick of this technological revolution, which requires prefectly respectable grandmothers, who would have been dead by now in earlier evolutionary times, to learn complicated tasks involving electronics and bizarre collections of initials, such as CSS, FTP, & HTML.

I did sign up for the BLOGGING teleseminar. Quickly, too. I wanted the free CDs that the first 100 people to sign up got. Is hope the opiate of the masses? Or just me?

I think all this is hooey, personally. But why did I sign up?

Well, I looked at my web site stats and realized I needed to find a faster way to communicate with people already reading my stuff. Like the people reading the Writers’ Corner in Spurs Magazine. They’ve languished for years on promises that, “As soon as I finish the ten millionth bit of work on my book, I’ll tell you about publishing . . .”

Of course, the ten millionth and one bit follows that, so my loyal fans are stuck with rehashing pychopathology and the arts, the theme of the existing Writers’ Corner. With a blog, I can pop a line to you from time to time. “Publishing is rough, but it beats being tortured. Most of the time.”

I can also use a blog to say a little something to the readers of my other articles. First off, the Little India article’s fans. Thank you so much, readers! You’ve been the number one group Spurs Magazine has served for years and years. Just thinking of you makes me want to dash to Little India on Pioneer Blvd. in Artesia CA and have a cup of chai. Maybe more. My shopping chakras become awakened by the thought of Little India.

And the rest of you! Hello! Hello! I’m talking about the people read about Bill Miller and the Gathering. Robert Mirabal. And, hey! All you guys reading an Ode to eBay and snagging the goodies. Or fighting your addiction to the on-line auction obsession. Thanks for reading, and writing. I appreciate that. And look at our Sale Page on the RanchoVilasa.com site––yes, we still have the delectable Xocolatl BSN at this writing. My husband gaits up and down the road bareback on the little darling. What a lovely mare!
So––this morning, all by my very little (or, okay, not so little) self, I installed this blog engine on my site. Will it revolutionize my life? Bring fame and riches? Sell my book?

I think there’s more to it than that, somehow. There always is. Things you should do that no one told you. Maybe getting links––link away, folks! Come back and read tomorrow. Whenever. I’ll probably have taken another whack at self expression.
This is where you’ll find me UNCHAINED! I don’t know how you do this blog thing. But let’s do it, yes? Let’s all move ahead in whatever direction we’re supposed to be moving in our lives.

What will happen when I post my first bloggy message? Will the world turn? Stop turning? Will anyone even find it by the next time I write? Will I figure out how to install a better looking blog page than this boring one that came with the deal? Will it make a difference? Time will tell.

Meanwhile, my very best to you, my readers and new readers.


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