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Fearing for His Life
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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An excellent long read on the Police of New York: https://www.theverge.com/2019/3/13/18253848/eric-garner-footage-ramsey-orta-police-brutality-killing-safety
Before you say "Well that's New York..." remember that in Calgary Police have made it a regular practice to execute civilians for holding pen knives or driving impaired. While - on the other hand, if you're a cops son and you stab 5 innocent people to death you get a comfortable diagnosis of Schizophrenia and live out the rest of your days in relative comfort. "Alive" in this instance is relative comfort.
Woman picks matching numbers 30 times to win lottery game
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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The $150,000 she made is going to be nothing compared to the millions she makes running the "Psychic Friends Network".
Understanding Werner Herzog
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Film
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...Something about his narration, his voice, bothers me. But the content is gold. And a whole list of films to see...
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Every day, I am Robert Di Nero in Brazil, tripped up by paperwork and bills, vanishing, slowly vanishing, every day trusting in an indeterminate future, these things, they reassure me.
Juvenalia
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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More boxes of notes, pictures, ideas, writing, ephemera, souvenirs. Juvenalia. I read, and unlike other batches I'm not so surprised at occasional insight or brilliance, it's all garbage. Rip-it-up, rip-it-up.
I am surprised by the newspaper clippings. Interesting, yellowed, fading, from before the internet, when the entire media wasn't controlled by 1 or 2 giant outlets, and I'm pleased by the remembrance of newspapers worth reading. These I can pass on.
Time now to start in on the books...
The last 3 days, they've been a tear, I've been going through everything, sorting, piling, counting, inventorying, taking - to the e-cycle (e waste, old computers, cell-phones), to the thrift shop, to the garbage, to buyers from Kijiji...
Now to the books. The first pass, 80% gone - there's something sacred about books - this, this, it's a castration of sorts, but not, they are eaten, somewhere inside me now, and even if I can't remember they're there. I make a list, take pictures of the teetering stacks that are going, there will be a few trips I'm sure. The first pass, 80% of the books go, I could let them all go, 1 pass, just let them go, but - I need a map of where I've been. And maybe I'll need to stop here again.
I take them to "Fair's Fair" - the only used bookstore in town, a couple dozen boxes, the only used bookstore in a city of a million people. What does that say? My God...
And they don't do cash for books on weekdays, only weekends, and so they'll all hang in the car until Friday. Meanwhile I review the authors, make lists to ensure I don't pass this way again, I've read them all, I don't need credit on books, I've in my possession a hundred, easily, yet to read, and Calgary, well, it's not such a literate town, I've searched here time and again, they've nothing I need, nothing I haven't read...
3 days of busy, today - less productive, my regimes, early in the morning - meditation, etc: I've lapsed, but I'm far enough along that I repent it. The car is filled with books, I can't get to the locker, not properly, not fill the car, but - now - it's just the living room, half of which is a mess, and I've only a month to go - if I can make it - before my life is under control. 2 months and I'll be a Zen God. So hold my breath, rip-it-up, empty the trash, everything will be fine.
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