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<entry><title>Gene Genie (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/Gene+Genie"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/Gene+Genie</id><author><name>drownzsurf</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf</uri></author><published>2009-10-10T10:21:46Z</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:21:46Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;h1&gt;Gene Genie&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------- &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shandon McMurray was worried. He knew something wasn't quite right
with the weakness in his left leg and arm, but wrote it off to ordinary tiredness;
possibly stiffness from driving 30 minutes to work each day. But just
tonight after dinner, he saw the just-breaking televised medical report
on ZBC news: the genetic and inherited cause of much of the
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Asymmetrical&quot;&gt;Asymmetrical&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Chronic+Fatigue&quot;&gt;Chronic Fatigue&lt;/a&gt; that had been cropping up lately.
Something to do with parents and an &lt;a href=&quot;/title/artificial+flavoring&quot;&gt;artificial flavoring&lt;/a&gt; used in the
70's. Now he knew what was wrong with him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shandon left the doctor's office with the unwanted confirmation of
his darkest terror: he would eventually be in a wheelchair, and then
bedridden until he took his last gasp. &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Gasp&quot;&gt;Gasp&lt;/a&gt;,&quot; he thought almost
outloud, &quot;I'll &lt;i&gt;grasp&lt;/i&gt; at something first.&quot; A plan started spinning and
then coming together (a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/portend&quot;&gt;portend&lt;/a&gt;, if you will...) in his anxious mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Preying on his parents'&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Temporarily Templar (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/Temporarily+Templar"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/Temporarily+Templar</id><author><name>drownzsurf</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf</uri></author><published>2009-01-30T16:38:31Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:38:31Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I do not know when this &lt;a href=&quot;/title/obsession&quot;&gt;obsession&lt;/a&gt; started, I barely knew about the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Knights+Templar&quot;&gt;Knights Templar&lt;/a&gt;. I was not even a regular church-goer.  However, a catalyst was unleashed in my being;  Moreover, it was the recurring dreams that led me to this place, in front of the little-known &lt;a href=&quot;/title/monastery&quot;&gt;monastery&lt;/a&gt; of Saint Gerard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was instructed by a mysterious voice, hearing its adamant urgency with such an &lt;a href=&quot;/title/alacrity&quot;&gt;alacrity&lt;/a&gt;, I dared not refuse.  With trepidation I rang the antiquated bell, and the massive four centuries-old door swung open.  A hooded  face looked out upon me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&quot;We've been waiting for you,&quot; the friar emitted with barely an audible &lt;a href=&quot;/title/drone&quot;&gt;drone&lt;/a&gt;, &quot;come in quickly!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I sauntered in, following the brown wool-clad form, hardly seeing anything in the hypnotically flickering candlelight leaning on rusting &lt;a href=&quot;/title/sconce&quot;&gt;sconce&lt;/a&gt;s on the bare brick walls. I could hear faint singing in &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Latin&quot;&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; echoing in the distance, but &lt;a href=&quot;/title/my+own+fear+could+not+overcome+my+inner+compulsions&quot;&gt;my own fear could not overcome my inner compulsions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Suddenly we were passing through a tapestry&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>August 11, 2007 (person)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/August+11%252C+2007"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/August+11%252C+2007</id><author><name>drownzsurf</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf</uri></author><published>2007-08-11T12:49:07Z</published><updated>2007-08-11T12:49:07Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;h2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belated Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;p&gt;
I especially like the new write-up formatting tool now available WhazJooSeeZWhaYaGot thingy, so I decided at this time to give a poysinull past and current events mini auto bio, me-o my-o.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;p&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;My memory&amp;#39;s not totally like all there, so.....&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;p&gt;
I changed several jobs since my last daylog, which was probably not unlike the proverbial Captain&amp;#39;s log floating around the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Enterprise&quot;&gt;Enterprise&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#39;s head.&amp;nbsp; I haven&amp;#39;t substitute taught in a long while, and I&amp;#39;ve left the the Security Officer position way behind me.&amp;nbsp; Albeit I still have my one security company&amp;#39;s uniform which I used to fill in one time at this food processing plant.&amp;nbsp; Oh, let me digress here.....think of it as a Joycian flashback.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;
	&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;When I was trained for this site, (they make a famous actor&amp;#39;s brand product) I realized I would not stay.&amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Arthur Lee (person)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/Arthur+Lee"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/Arthur+Lee</id><author><name>drownzsurf</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf</uri></author><published>2006-08-06T04:51:37Z</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:51:37Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Ephemeral Love to Eternal Love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;code&gt;Can't explain &lt;br&gt;
Nothin' seems to be goin' right&lt;br&gt;
Can't explain&lt;br&gt;
Nothin' seems to be goin' right&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


Well now you wake up in the mornin'&lt;br&gt;
Find your poor self dead&lt;br&gt;
Well now you wake up in the mornin'&lt;br&gt;
Find your poor self dead &lt;/code&gt; &lt;sub&gt;---Arthur Lee, et al, &quot;Can't Explain&quot;&lt;/sub&gt;   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;In Memoriam: Where is the Love?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I remember back in the mid-1960's being attracted to the album, titled &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;.  Love, I mean the concept, was so hip; and the arabesque lettering, the cool rebellious guys on the cover in their garish garb: I had to buy the album.  They kind of had a patent on love! It was one of only a few of my first LP's, the others being &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Surrealistic+Pillow&quot;&gt;Surrealistic Pillow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and one by &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lightnin%2527+Hopkins&quot;&gt;Lightnin' Hopkins&lt;/a&gt;.  I had heard on the progressive college radio stations Arthur&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Used Book Story To Middle East Backstory (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/Used+Book+Story+To+Middle+East+Backstory"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/Used+Book+Story+To+Middle+East+Backstory</id><author><name>drownzsurf</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf</uri></author><published>2006-07-24T01:35:06Z</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:35:06Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;Political Psychology&lt;br&gt; The Changing Middle East&lt;br&gt; One, Two and Multi-Track Diplomacy&lt;br&gt;Pursuing Peace&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backstory to the Backstory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Synchronicity provokes me to write these almost disparate ideas in one article.  It all started when at some thrift store, I remember not which one, (Could it have been &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Volunteers+of+America&quot;&gt;Volunteers of America&lt;/a&gt;, or was it &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Goodwill&quot;&gt;Goodwill&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Salvation+Army&quot;&gt;Salvation Army&lt;/a&gt;?)  Anyway, I bought a used book with a most pertinent and interesting title: &lt;em&gt;The Changing Middle East&lt;/em&gt;.  It was authored by a former New York University professor of history, Emil Lengyel.  Since I have an interest in history in that area, especially regarding Biblical prophecy and current events, I thought its 1960 insights most fascinating. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; I found out some days ago that it is signed by the author!  They sell the unautographed books online when they have their dust cover (mine does) for as much as sixty-five dollars, (the average goes for more&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>June 30, 2006 (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/June+30%252C+2006"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf/writeups/June+30%252C+2006</id><author><name>drownzsurf</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/drownzsurf</uri></author><published>2006-06-30T23:28:37Z</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:28:37Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;h1&gt;Mid-term Report&lt;/h1&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I daylog when it's time to &lt;a href=&quot;/title/get+to+write+a+get+to+know+me+node&quot;&gt;GTKY&lt;/a&gt;.  IT'S TIME !&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;h2&gt;Career Schmeer&lt;/h2&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I finally got my one year anniversary gold-plated pin from my security company employer.  I won't say who, cuz they might think it's SEKRIT !  We are in deep and fresh offal compost with our short-staffageness &lt;a href=&quot;/title/sic&quot;&gt;sic&lt;/a&gt;.  I actually stood up to the supervisor (a 20-year retired E-9 Marine, and quite the gravel-voiced one when provoked.)  Righteous indignation bolsters one's bravado quite sufficiently, and I blasted him for taking a two-week vacation, and continuing to work with 4 days (including weekends) off, while he left a schedule making guards work 6 or 7 days a week, and many working a lot of 12 hour days.  The old retired cop found himself coming in at midnight and working until noon (when either I, on weekends, or my partner everyday, came in in the PM to relieve him.) &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; Well, this was to be temporary, but indefinite, and the rumblings and&amp;hellip;</content>
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