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?