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  Unabomber So I don't know how many days ago it was now that I read an article discussing the goverments plan to sell the UnaBombers personal papers in an auction to raise money for his victims. I believe there was mention of selling sanitized versions of his work. However, he is suing. I forget the specefic suit whether it is about the sanitization of these documents or the fact that they do not belong to the goverment. His family is concerned because with in the papers their are personal letters among family members and while they claim they want to help the victims they feel they deserve some dignity. I think the whole matter is preposterous the papers should not be auctioned off, promoting the unabomber, making money off the attacks. Or at least they should not be auctioned off to the public which if I remember correctly that is what they are doing. Maybe the letters should be auctioned to repositiories and then closed till the appropriate time of when Ks.... don't know how to spell his name. Copyright runs out on the published material. I don't know my thoughts aren't very coherent. I will try to find the link to the article and try to make my thoughts clearer.  ¶ 11:41 AM 0 Comments

  Ladida So I've neglected this site for way too long. I go back and forth about the worthwhileness of actually posting anything. Since I very often have so little to say.

Life is as always. I still need to do christmas shopping. I don't know this year I'm not into it at all. Last year I really was. I have so much to do between now and christmas.

Get gifts
Graduation ceremony of a friend
Clean room

If any of my friends are still checking this and if they might want some books I've decided to clean house on my bookshelves. Just let me know.  ¶ 2:41 PM 1 Comments

  more on monkey I will finish the one-eyed monkey later. I thought I would put up what I had so far. Let me know what you think so far.   ¶ 4:17 PM 0 Comments

  The One Eyed Monkey In the land of the monkeys where the trees towered higher than most rickety man-made constructions, there was a monkey by the name of Zimbala who enjoyed his privacy. He lived in the old cracked grey tree on the very outskirts of the land; it was so ancient that none of the other trees, let alone the monkeys, even remembered when it first began to sprout.
Zimbala was an odd monkey who looked much like the tree he lived in. He was just as grey and cracked looking as the old tree, and his arms were always rigid like the branches on the tree. His knees looked much like the hard gnarled knots found on the trunk of the tree. His walk even seemed to mimic the swaying of the tree in the wind.
Even if Zimbala didn't look odd. He would still have been considered odd by all of the monkey kingdom. He really did not care for bananas, but he did not eat anything as far as the other monkeys could tell.
He spent many of his days wondering far out into the deserted and unexplored wasteland. His closest neighbors as they ate their bed-time bananas could hear him coming back long after the moon had risen over the trees. They just shoke their heads and didn't care to think about what he actually did in on the dry cracked land beyond the kingdom.  ¶ 4:50 PM 0 Comments

  On the road again.

Probably will be awhile before I post again.  ¶ 2:53 AM 1 Comments