Fri 3 Aug 8:07
I had a revelation over the past day. I brought the letters I sent from Camp Saint Andrew with me, along with the
remains of an assignment pad from seventh grade. I realized as I was driving to work this morning that the amount of
control I thought I had determined whether the situation was good or bad. When I beleive I have no control, rather than
learning control, I simply give up. Examples of the latter are looking for work, toleratring bullies, and obeying authority.
Why is it that we must get old to become smart?
Last night I practiced German and Polish pronounciation. I can control what I learn! Why do I keep putting
off, rather than following through? Perhaps organic chemistry -- or even engineering physics -- proved the example of
what happens when I don't execute throroughly. However, when I used to study so throroughly in middle school, I was
definitely in control. Perhaps if I think of it in those terms, I can return to that ability. Of course, ultrimately,
it cries out for an autobiography! If anything, it'll give me a model for a happier life.
I produced my sweet revenge, served cold to the Verizon technician, who continued to ignore my voicemails. I really
had a difficult time executing a simply voicemail today. I guess I cannot be so mean, and so cold! I finally
got thorugh for an appointment with the cardiologist.
The discs of Unforgettable continue to seep into my brain. Somehow they combined with Camp Saint Andrew to a general
philosopical revelation. The next phase is expanding the comfort zone, so I have control of more!
Sun 12 Aug 21:26
It was thirty years ago I finished up with Hope Chest, unaware that it was the end of Hope Chest. By the time we
returned from vacation, it was truly over. I was looking forward just top get away from Coal Street for a week.
We left on Sunday the Fourteenth for Atlantic City. We stayed at the Princess Hotel for three nights. Then we
visited Bensalem for three days, going home on Saturday the Twentieth. I don't remember who drove.
In present amd mundane terms, i began to get some chores done this weekend. Eye Q arrived, and I can't get it on
Vista! I am tempted to send it back.
Tue 14 Aug 15:18
I cannot seem to update my edress with DIG because they have a silly requirement to sign in. Verizon continues
to block off my old links. I also haven't resumed walking to work yet.
Note: I took a picture from the Hardy Detective Agency for Joe Hardy, only to find out today that the picture is of an
actor. Eric Johnson plays Flash Gordon on the SciFi Channel at 9 PM on Friday nights.
I've been taking the Eye Q exercises, along with Rosetta Stone, on the other computer. If anything, I've learned this
week that cassettes wear out just sitting around for three decades. I've had four fall apart from 1974. I've
lost six National Lampoon Radio Hours, unless I can reassemble amd rerecord them.
Thu 16 Aug 15:05 My last full day in Atlantic City, 1977
I dreamed I was taking comprehensive examinations with Dr. Robert K. Murray, right before awaking at dawn. Problems
persisted in my following through the tests, similar to the this time in 1983. Could the dream had been a metaphor of
my lack of a doctorate in history?
I just finished James Dewey Watson's "DNA", written for the quinquanniversary of the discovery of the structure of deoxyribose
Reality about Sister John Ann and further illusions I had in highschool appear in that book of genetics. I suppose
I had very different views of science.
One was deiication and pass on. Earth-Space Science
One was ambivolence and difficulty. Biology
One was dedication and difficulty. Chemistry
One was apathy and pass on. Physics
My survey of astrophysics continues to profound and confound me. There must be a way to understand it!