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(FB 1544725857 Timestamp) The Little Connecticut Village Cafe In full Christmas window decor. Snow. Brownstone in the background. (The Brownstone quarry is forever closed). Very ‘quaint’. Now would I rather be in any of these other locations? Well yes. I can ‘testify’ to the awesomeness of each. I would much rather be ‘Home’ in Ukraine than here in the decaying sticks of american collapse. But we can find charm anywhere if we look for it. FAVORITE COFFEE SHOPS Kiev’s London Coffee? (Kiev Ukraine) SEE: https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g294474-d7139945-Reviews-Coffee_House_LONDON-Kiev.html Or L’viv’s Veronika Cafe? (L’viv Ukraine) SEE: https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g295377-d953333-Reviews-Veronika_Confectionery_Restaurant-Lviv_Lviv_Oblast.html Both of which are Nth-degree better? Or Victor’s Celtic Coffee (Redmond WA, USA) SEE: https://www.facebook.com/Victors-Celtic-Coffee-Co-528378507228007/ Or John Watt and Sons (Carlisle, Cumbria, UK) SEE: https://www.facebook.com/johnwattandson (especially for scones with jam and cream) Or La Coquetterie (Angers, France) SEE https://www.facebook.com/lacoquetterieangers I actually can’t find anything good in London because every single place is busy and dirty and loud. And I haven’t spent any time in NYC lately, and the places I know in SOHO are all gone (as is the soho I remember). And I can’t remember the one in St Petersburg. And Moscow shops – while the most desirable – are simply too expensive to recommend in general.

(FB 1544725857 Timestamp) The Little Connecticut Village Cafe In full Christmas window decor. Snow. Brownstone in the background. (The Brownstone quarry is forever closed). Very ‘quaint’. Now would I rather be in any of these other locations? Well yes. I can ‘testify’ to the awesomeness of each. I would much rather be ‘Home’ in Ukraine than here in the decaying sticks of american collapse. But we can find charm anywhere if we look for it. FAVORITE COFFEE SHOPS Kiev’s London Coffee? (Kiev Ukraine) SEE: https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g294474-d7139945-Reviews-Coffee_House_LONDON-Kiev.html Or L’viv’s Veronika Cafe? (L’viv Ukraine) SEE: https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g295377-d953333-Reviews-Veronika_Confectionery_Restaurant-Lviv_Lviv_Oblast.html Both of which are Nth-degree better? Or Victor’s Celtic Coffee (Redmond WA, USA) SEE: https://www.facebook.com/Victors-Celtic-Coffee-Co-528378507228007/ Or John Watt and Sons (Carlisle, Cumbria, UK) SEE: https://www.facebook.com/johnwattandson (especially for scones with jam and cream) Or La Coquetterie (Angers, France) SEE https://www.facebook.com/lacoquetterieangers I actually can’t find anything good in London because every single place is busy and dirty and loud. And I haven’t spent any time in NYC lately, and the places I know in SOHO are all gone (as is the soho I remember). And I can’t remember the one in St Petersburg. And Moscow shops – while the most desirable – are simply too expensive to recommend in general.

(FB 1544812047 Timestamp) —“What is the story with your father and the council?”– Steven Jackson I don’t have a lot good to say about my father but he was smart, worked very hard, and would never lie ever. (He’d come very close to killing you for even suggesting it.) I used to go to town council meetings and learn how ‘government was done’. Stupid shit like ‘this sidewalk is expensive’. Ordinary stuff. The newspaper would regularly twist his words out of context in order to imply the direct opposite of what he said. I have vivid memories of lying on the carpet in the living room reading the newspaper saying “I was there. That is not what happened.” And my father saying “news is a best nothing but fictional entertainment, and at worst nothing but lies. Never believe a word they say”. So I get into college and it’s a saturday and I’m wearing faded jeans with holes in them, and a faded blue chamois shirt, and white sneakers, and walking around campus because I did too much writing already and need a break. It’s a rainy day. i walk into the student union, and someone has sponsored this absurd pinball machine where the ball is the size of a softball. So I walk up to this thing and put a quarter in it and try it. Out of nowhere the local news crew comes up and asks if they can film me. I am not and never have been someone who likes public attention, but I said yes. The women then proceeded to start a dozen takes trying to get me to say that I had nothing better to do than play pinball in university. And so I finally said – I’m not going to make a fool of myself. I told you already, that I’m taking a walk because I’ve done too much work already, and this is just something interesting because it’s new.” They aired some choppy thing without me responding that she suggested the same nonsense. I was walking down the street in west hartford just after I had purchased a local business. Some reporter stopped me for one of those 60 second sets of questions. They tried multiple times to force me to say other than what I’d said: that the problem was that hartford had imported too many black families and that the north end in particular was a no-go zone even for the FBI. (This was common knowledge). They did not air my statement. I give press releases all the time. Between the inflation by the marketers, the PR firm, and the press you’d think I claimed I went to Harvard and invented the light bulb. I stopped giving interviews to the press because you simply can’t trust them to get anything right that doesn’t fit their institutional narrative. Every journalist is a professional gossip and nothing more. The same is true for every social scientists, and everyone in the non-stem academy. And you wonder why I want to legislate TRUTH? That’s why.

(FB 1545243442 Timestamp) —“I swear – the last two years must have been a rewiring of the brain. I think its a matter of continuous exposure as well. It was really counter-intuitive before. I had to work at “switching” between thinking modes. Now its just there. I can’t always put it into words right way – but the default seems to be e-prime-‘ish and non-e-prime just a matter of convenience; or knowing if I go there it will demand way to much of the person I’m talking too.”–Bill Joslin

(FB 1545702482 Timestamp) Spent the evening with family, as is tradition, albeit in a smaller gathering than the days of old – so to speak. Without children traditions are of far less value. And I spent the whole time thinking of those people far away that I care very much about, but who are not as lucky as we are, and who do not have the opportunity to take for granted those luxuries we do. I love some of those people very dearly and I wish I could be with them tonight, tomorrow, and for all days. And in that sense I feel I out of place here. And miss you all very much. And can’t wait to be with you again. Cheers.

(FB 1545702482 Timestamp) Spent the evening with family, as is tradition, albeit in a smaller gathering than the days of old – so to speak. Without children traditions are of far less value. And I spent the whole time thinking of those people far away that I care very much about, but who are not as lucky as we are, and who do not have the opportunity to take for granted those luxuries we do. I love some of those people very dearly and I wish I could be with them tonight, tomorrow, and for all days. And in that sense I feel I out of place here. And miss you all very much. And can’t wait to be with you again. Cheers.

(FB 1546012930 Timestamp) (Again, In keeping with my quarterly reminders: I am not at all the person you see here. This is my job. I am good at my job. I do my job this way because it is the optimum means of doing my job – at least until the institute’s classes have graduated enough people to do otherwise. I am an artist, a philosopher of the law, and a social scientist first and foremost, and I will insure my brothers to the end. I was a rather ruthless entrepreneur – and I wasn’t happy being so. I am, like most people on the low end of the spectrum, naturally a fairly nice, friendly person, who happens to have low agreeableness when it comes to falsehoods. And I am willing to fight for my people to the death without question. This does not mean I seek or enjoy conflict – only that I will not flee from it, and if I engage in it, I will give it my all. -cheers. )

(FB 1546012930 Timestamp) (Again, In keeping with my quarterly reminders: I am not at all the person you see here. This is my job. I am good at my job. I do my job this way because it is the optimum means of doing my job – at least until the institute’s classes have graduated enough people to do otherwise. I am an artist, a philosopher of the law, and a social scientist first and foremost, and I will insure my brothers to the end. I was a rather ruthless entrepreneur – and I wasn’t happy being so. I am, like most people on the low end of the spectrum, naturally a fairly nice, friendly person, who happens to have low agreeableness when it comes to falsehoods. And I am willing to fight for my people to the death without question. This does not mean I seek or enjoy conflict – only that I will not flee from it, and if I engage in it, I will give it my all. -cheers. )

(FB 1546385281 Timestamp) In 1996, Allora and I were travelling the UK. And I caught what was an epidemic level flu of either A(H1N1) or A(H3N2). I lost 30 pounds in a very short period of time. Partly because I did what seems to work for me, which is to bundle up and walk as much as I can. So I trundled around London and Canterbury, and Dover in layers under a Brooks Brother’s wool overcoat, scarf, wook cap, in the bitter cold, with the flu, with Allora as usual dragging me along. I have no idea why it is one of my fondest memories.