Category: my old journal
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A visit with my younger self: 22 May 1989
It’s kind of interesting to me how memory works: with no context, the bit about the Danaïds was sufficient for me to remember that I wrote this in a motel room in St Louis on the first trip I took to teach LaTeX classes. This was at a defense contractor in St Louis which dealt…
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A visit with my younger self: 23 February 1989
I think at this point I may have been either on my way back to Chicago after dropping out of college or already there. I was largely writing down story ideas at this point. Plot line: a young man is dating a girl who cheats on him because he doesn’t have sex with her. The…
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A visit with my younger self: 19 February 1989
I was still homeless and hanging out on campus because I was part of our Model United Nations delegation to the Harvard Model U.N. conference. At this conference, the Vatican delegation was represented by students from a seminary in the Boston area and I found them to be fascinating, thus the following: Story idea: Catholic…
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A visit with my younger self: 12 February 1989
At this point in my life, I was still essentially homeless and hanging out on campus before my return to Chicago, and yet I did have a girlfriend. She had told me that her roommate was crazy, but I didn’t really believe her until I encountered it firsthand: Wilma’s situation with her roommate leaves me…
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A visit with my younger self: 3 February 1989
A substantial gap in my journaling here. I ended up actually going on a date and entering a dating relationship (ultimately doomed) with a classmate named Wilma who will show up later, I dropped out of school at the end of the semester, persuaded my logic professor to give me a sympathy D but I…
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A visit with my younger self: 12 November 1988
This entry marks a breaking point in my mental and emotional health as a young man. This was the point where I decided that I could not continue at Harvey Mudd College and I would try transferring to one of the other Claremont Colleges as an English major (I had hoped to end up at…
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A visit with my younger self: 23 October 1988
Another stunning display of youthful insipidness masquerading as depth this week. When I interpret someone’s actions, I tend to interpret them in the manner most favorable to me. Does this apply to literature? Perhaps a story is here to be found (BusSongs?). I do wonder if there was something in my life that triggered this…
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A visit with my younger self: 11 October 1988
A brief entry, inspired by a story told in the dorm lounge by a classmate: I think I might like to write a setina about getting high in the desert at night. I still have somewhere the legal pad with the half-finished sestina and all the end-words arranged. I think it could actually be a…
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A visit with my younger self: 20 September 1988
I still had some plans for my epic poem about the selection of the mayor of Chicago at this point, apparently: For “the king is dead”: white selects its kingly candidate with a poker game (seven card stud, no doubt). [illegible] Theͯ déck iͯs cút, men círcleͯ aͯroúnd.Fiͯftý-twͯo cárds [illegible] foͯr thé choͯice óf a…