27 October 97 
 
Well, it was a semi-eventful weekend.  Carey turned 19 yesterday... yeah  
Carey (when you were Ma's age... she was a freshman in college.  Ok, so  
there's nothing really special about 19 except it's a prime number.) 
 
On Saturday, I had my first race; our team came in 14th out of 20.  Not  
too bad considering that we had stroke lose her foot stretchers (they kind  
of flew off during the drive) about 200m away from the end.  Still, we  
could have done better.  I hope I will be rowing port this week, for I was  
on starboard on Saturday and my shoulder still hurts from carrying the  
boat. 
 
The Million Woman March supposedly was occurring about a mile away, but  
the most I ever saw of it was all the police blocking us trying to get to  
the Spaghetti Works and some people in the hotel in the morning.  The one  
odd moment was when we were making this huge spaghetti-like circuit, we  
were passed by some African-American horsemen (I would've said black  
horsemen, but people may have thought I meant they were wearing black.   
And considering there were four there, some may have thought -- the  
horsemen of the apocalypse.... of course, one is supposed to be wearing  
red).  Anyway, these men had _style_, and some absolutely gorgeous horses.   
I remember passing some kind of society shoot in Central Park; a woman had  
the whole riding gear setup - boots, tights, jacket, cap -- but she did  
not look as smooth as these guys.  Two were wearing a kind of  
cowboy-looking overcoat and Stetsons.  All I can think about from the trip  
now is the Black Horsemen of Philadelphia.... 
 
But what I really want to talk about is conspiracies in my life.  Many  
groups talk about over-reaching goverment/international conspiracies doing  
things on a large scale to global populations.  What I am referring to is  
a small group of people, known to me, deliberately trying to confuse me.   
A personal conspiracy, if you will. 
 
There were weak attempts at this when I was in high school.  But I  
realized what people were doing, and just played along for their  
entertainment. 
 
The first is my sleeping behavior.  I have been told, by my parents, my  
sisters, my friends, my roommates that I talk in my sleep (and at one  
point, walk in my sleep).  Of course, since I am asleep, I remember none  
of this.  Some of the things that I supposedly said _did_ have some  
relation to what was going on during the day, but "psychics" can also get  
that kind of results.  Especially since these are people that I talk to  
during the day and tell them about what happened to me. 
 
There is yet to be audio or video evidence.  I refuse to believe in this  
activity on my part until someone gives me taped proof. 
 
The second are those single image stereograms.  Their first appearance in  
my life was the April issue of Games Magazine one year.  As everyone who  
subscribes to GAMES knows, April's issue is always full of bogus articles  
and puzzles.  I believed it a hoax.  All I got from staring at those  
stupid things was a headache. 
 
Then people I knew kept saying they could see it.  And they all agreed  
they saw the same thing.  But still, there could have been prior agreement  
on this.  "Don't you see the dog." "Of course... it's got a really long  
tail, right?" "Yeah, that's what it is." 
 
I broke the barrier when I was up one morning at about 4am in Japan in  
1994.  Due to the lack of daylight savings time and some other things, 4am  
is about when the sky was getting light.  And that wakes me up.  It  
doesn't mean I am well-rested though.  In this groggy state, with my eyes  
refusing to focus (even with glasses on), I picked up my GAMES and stared  
at the picture again.  I saw it!  and it agreed with the picture in the  
answers section!  
 
However, this could have been a hallucination induced by sleep  
deprivation.  I knew what the picture was supposed to look like because I  
had looked in the answers section previously. 
 
This conspiracy is on a larger scale, but because of the collusion of near  
friends, I take it personally. 
 
That's all the conspiracies I can think of for right now.  Why don't you  
write me and tell me your own personal conspiracies? 
 
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