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watch the type word words useless words foreign languages slang code nothing to signify the end holds her breath stop the words and he dies start the end and silence will reign
i want my dancing images to pass the time, dojnt want to see the words play across white screen give me images and sound clips and moving pictures of man raping a woman in a dusty bar, black man beaten by cops, black burning corspe legs curling backwards, flowing faucet blood out of rotten governor head, these are the images to make me forget words because words become useless when a society accepts these when fiction becomes fact no need for special effects truth becomes the greater fiction soon gameshow contestants will kill for money, they already lie, and people call me moraless because I dont believe in a god, can a god allow this would a god allow this, i would hope there is no god than one blind or insane or sadistic enough to allow humans their pleasures, is it ok for a man to fantasize about having sex with girls, should he be lock away, whose authority why not lock up everyone who has thought about killing or maiming or even just slapping another when does it end should it end are we still evolving are have we started regressing we worry about unborn children yet watch are fellow humans starve because food needs to rot in grain silos for farmers to become rich rich who needs riches that has a good name, written on a baptist church which asks for donations every sermon why doesnt god provide for it’s followers

Challengs to Roe vs Wade

Dubai’s take over

White house is on the job.

After a little a hand slap

FEMA – a four letter word

Why am I under the believe that we are witnessing the glory of America fade?

wilbur

ok maybe not it all, but definitely the Thesis part of my thesis track MA.

I have officially changed to the non-thesis track. Call it chicken, call it laziness, call it lack of motivation, call it I have been doing this for too long for it to matter any more.

I dont want to write the thesis any more. I dont want to write the thesis any more. I dont want to do the independent research and focus for the next few years. I want to stop thinking about it. I want to stop thinking. I want to stop. I want to. I want. I. The past year sucked so much that it actually hurts to think of doing anything similiar this year.

Changes to education:
Thesis down the crapper and flushed several times.
I am taking History of the English Language with Dr Honegger.
I am only taking one course. I have already ordered the book and plan to finish it before the mid term.
I will graduate this semester. Maybe I will publish parts of my thesis maybe I wont. I will definitely be working on publishing the williams paper.
fuck anything else.

Changes to teaching(following in Mary’s footsteps):
I will NOT read the syllabus to my students.
I will NOT be giving a diagnostic essay.
I will begin by teaching. I was having a hard time fitting everything in. Well not anymore.
Time for the college students to start acting like college students and the adults they are suppose to be.
I am teaching english 91 and 92. The students have already taken one or more tests to get into this class, so far be it for me to say that they are in the wrong class. Every year I give this and every year its another report I read and hand back. Its a waste of the day.
I plan to spend the first day discussing the English Language and by asking them questions I can figure out what I need to focus on.

ok thats all the changes.
dont want to get drastic here.

wilbur

Amanda and I are currently in NY. We had planned to do some sightseeing today, but its raining. It will be clear tomorrow, so today we are going to take it easy.

Wilbur

As my parents repair the damage to their homes, Amanda and I have finally found a place to call home. Ronnie is currently and slowly moving in, and you may be familiar with the old tenants, friends of David. We will try our best to keep the landlord happy while doing some minor repairs to the house.
After sleeping in hotel rooms and other people’s beds for the last month and a half, it is a little odd to finally be in a place that you call your own.
Our own mattress should be arriving any day now. Because of the overwhelming purchases of new mattresses and the lack of drivers, the mattress has been delayed repeatedly. Amanda and I are currently sleeping on a double bed loaned to us by her Aunt, who also loaned us a dinner table, six chairs, and a comfortable round chair (which I dont know what the name is).
Moving in with Ronnie may be the medicine I need. His pragmatic stoicism along with his humor has helped me maintain some composure. Amanda has also pushed me to not succumb to a deep depression. I have to remain strong for her, and she has to for me. I have to stay focused on the thesis, so I dont drift off.

Wilbur

I have posted pictures of the small house, the Chateaux, being repaired.

The insulation is in and the paneling is nearly finished. Time to finish the plumbing. Rob did most of the work. Terry and I just pretended to be productive.

Wilbur

PS Terry was better at pretending.

Well my plans got changed and I wasnt able to go to New York.

Amanda started getting sick on last Monday, but thought it was due to her impending period. She had a slight fever and was weak with vertigo. She went to the doctor Thursday where he prescribed an antibiotic and a nasal spray. She tried to take the antibiotic, but due to the vertigo kept throwing it up. She was unable to keep any food or water down and became dehydrated. Unfortunately, I didnt recognize how bad it was. As I was teaching my 11:00am class, she called her mother and went to the emergency room. They hydrated her and gave her something for the vertigo. The doctor admitted her for observation. By that evening, she was eating solid foods and was feeling better, especially with the medicine for the vertigo. We spent three days in the hospital waiting for the doctor to release her. On monday, I made her call her doctor who stated he was alarmed that she was still in the hospital. He remarked that he had called the hospital and told them to release her on Sunday.

But Amanda is doing fine now, the sinus infection has died down and the vertigo and nausea have passed.

Hopefully I will get to go to New York after the semester is over.

Hope david enjoys NiN at Madison Square Garden, the bastard.

Wilbur

Well let’s see.

The houses are cleaned out and gutted out. (pictures are here.)

I lost my health insurance because I on average worked 29.2 hours a week. Damn that .8 hour.

Upon loosing my health insurance, I thought to myself. What the hell am I doing?

I have been working on my thesis for a year now and I havent finished. I have been teaching because I love teaching and working at the hilton because I love health insurance and trying to finish my thesis.

After Rita, I have only had time to show up for the classes I taught, wait through my hours at the hilton, and in my spare time, throw away all my personal possesions which I foolishly left in the house I never thought would get flooded. Stupid me.

For a month, I didnt look at my thesis material or even guess as to how much of my research had been lost. Not the thesis mind you but the books and notes I stuck inside other books waiting to be used or could have used.

Then I receive this letter telling me I have been terminated from the hilton, which I find out was actually just telling me I wasnt a full time employee anymore and I didnt have health insurance. I ask HR what I could do about it, and he said, “if you work over thirty hours a week for the entire next quarter (3 months) you would have it back by February or April at the latest.

Then I called Dr Rice and asked him if there was any chance I could finish the Thesis. He warned that if he asked for an extension, he would be putting his neck out for me.

Then I started doing some calculations. How much I make, how much I spend, how much I could cut, how much I didnt need, How much I was making at the hilton.

Then I realized, if I finish my thesis get my masters then I could teach full time. I would make more than enough to pay for health insurance. If I could just squeeze by for a few months.

Along with the letter about how I was no longer an employee of the hilton, I also was told I could get COBRA. Highly expensive health insurance, but health insurance nonetheless.

Then my father told me he was having trouble finding anyone to help him. He thought he would have to do most of the work alone. Then I knew what I had to do.

Today I told the Hilton that I would finish out this week, but I had to quit.

I have 15 days to finish the rough draft of my thesis. I have a month to defend it. I have a month and 15 days turn it in to the graduate school to graduate. I have three months to help my parents get back into their home.
I have a lot of work to do.

I have a lot of grading papers to do also.

Wilbur

We started to clean out the houses yesterday. We started with the refrigerators. Seven days of no electricity does not breed a good environment. My father and me had to take breaks between each refrigerator. (From now on, I will try my best to keep the refrigerator cleaned out weekly.) We succeeded in cleaning out nearly the entire chateau. It was a mess. The tables were falling apart, and the phone books and packs of paper were expanding. Black mud covered everything, and the stench was almost unbearable. After getting most of the items out of the house, dad washed the inside out with the water hose. It was nice to see the floor again, and the smell of swamp dissipated.
After we got the dry items out which were in danger of being destroyed by falling furniture. As we finished getting all the dry items out and cleaning out the chateau, rain started falling on the salvaged items. I turned to dad and asked him when we would be waking up from this nightmare.
I started to remove the cds from my home. It will be a daunting task because I will need to remove them all from the cases, throw the cases out, and clean each in both water and alcohol. I owned a little over 1000 cds. Most of my vhs tapes should be ok, but the vcr is gone.
As hard as yesterday was cleaning out my parents home and throwing away items we just moved into the house (along with tables I remember eating at when I was a kid), throwing away my own possessions and furniture will be heartrending. All of my computers have started corroding. My ps2, playstation, gamecube, n64, dreamcast, nintendo, super nintendo, edgar’s stereo system, television, cameras, and video recorder will all need to be thrown away. Edgar, amanda’s father, wants to try to clean them, but the rust and corrosion have already started. Some of devices still have water sitting in them, which drains as I move them.
I convinced Amanda to not keep her clothes that were left in the house. They stink of swamps and mildew. I can only guess as to what was in the water that they sat in for days. It is funny the things that are high and dry are the items that could most easily be lost. Items I hardly remember. Items I put up on the high shelves because I could not bring myself to throw away at the time, but have not needed for years. These are the items that we would leave in the attic or storage until the next move then put them back up in the attic or storage until the next move. The boxes kept increasing until they would not fit on the top shelves, so some of them have “disappeared”. It is for the best. When we move the next time, it will be easier to pack.