Category: Associations

Fact Checker

In case you want to do some checking, the college issue is one fact you will want to check. I want to check it myself because it is one of complexity. Let me explain. 46605 says “UCSC,” on the back. That is University of California Santa Cruz. Did I graduate? No and Yes.

I went to UCSC the 1990-1991 school year and did all my work in that year, mostly Philosophy and Art. My mental illness didn’t kick in until 1992 when everything fell apart. In 1992 I was given a medical leave of absence.

Fast forward to the years since the millennium, the mental health agency in Santa Cruz embezzled money from me. The money was being transferred to the UC and I was accumulating credits. Then in 2011, I made a small technicality-correction with the mental health agency in Santa Cruz, and I think what happened as a result was that the University graduated me under my current legal name William Lewis in Philosophy, 2011.

That will have to do for now. I should write more about what it was I needed to do for the mental health agency that fixed things well enough to get the degree because it is pertinent to my experience from when I attended. In general though, I was one of the lucky ones because after studying that year and I had the medical leave I really understood the material. I like my college, and I like my knowledge I acquired there. I really learned my subject. Not everyone can say that about their college or their major.

So, please check this fact even though it is not good enough to stand the test of time. William Lewis isn’t involved in the painting. I am working on a better more substantial association to UC Santa Cruz for the painting. It just needs to be about Jeff Devitt. Please be patient.

Comment: August 31, 2022: There was an attempt to re-enter the University in 2002. I got a room in Capitola and enrolled. It wasn’t meant to be because the house got termites and I had to leave. I left my stuff behind. The land lady waited till now to throw away my stuff; twenty years. I imagine that she knows me pretty well.

Comment: May 14, 2024: It is at this point that the person curating my painting should make access at Kresge.

Dumping Going On

I’ve graduated from an eight week cigarette cessation class at Public Health. The teacher has learned a lot of Philosophy presumably because it was her major in college. She is real nice. She indicated that if someone is coming up with dirt about me that there is dumping going on.

I’ve been writing in my blog with the intention to resolve a problem that arises for someone interested in me. There is dumping going on? People are getting nasty because there is dumping going on? The teacher who may have majored in Philosophy isn’t bringing up problems with me. She feels more like a support person.

I’m responding to the dumping? I don’t want to do it anymore. If you have a problem, the chances are pretty good that I have addressed it already. One classmate in the class I took gave me a mint; if only she could read 17990!

English Professor

In 1989 while living with my girlfriend at our Goleta apartment I attended Santa Barbara City College. The most peculiar English professor had me in which I was subjected to things parallel. Because I took his class I was being opened. It is sort of like a feeling of nervousness and jumpiness, or like something is about to happen. I suppose I got that from one of the reading materials, Far Tortuga. But there were other books like Gertrude Stein. She had written with the remarkable willingness to repeat her words. So, yes I was being opened but there was a certainty involved.

I was recently opened, and it brought back a lot of feelings about my experience in that English class. I imagine that I am getting over the trouble I was in after my concert fiasco and the painting. I guess I felt that my professor was getting through my historical difficulties and could still reach me. Being opened this time was reassuring.

Comment; Dec. 29, 2015. I want to comment on this post now that I have some insight on being opened. The remedy for the feeling I described here is the tea ceremony. Place the hot teacup on the table in front of you and allow it to cool until drinkable.

The Laurel House

Progress Place umbrella of services included a transitional house for clients until they get independent housing: Laurel House at 3133 Laurel Street in Napa California. I stayed there a few months in 1995. What that house has is an old water softener system that isn’t being used. The staff knows about this feature because in the garage there is six fifty pound bags of rock salt from when the system was working. The rock salt is a remnant collecting dust and cobwebs. I think I knew about that when I was there; but, I surely didn’t forget it for six years after. Laurel House made a big impression on me. And, I really appreciate getting to stay. Thank you Laurel House!

Donating to Jeff

Tim Yates who I’ve written about in previous posts believes my money belongs to him. There is a moratorium on me receiving money because he is blocking it from coming in. To this day, I still have not received any money from donations.

I continue to donate, however, from a cache of funds involving the staff. Mostly these donations are made with the understanding that the staff is operating as a non-profit. I am being left out of the formula. This no longer works for me because I am the only one without money from a vast array of friends and family with millions.

People have tried to donate to me only to have their mail returned. This is consistent with the staff directive established by Tim Yates also known as Hugh Farrell.

Most of the people who know about me donate because I made a big splash in mental health when I got my rhinoplasty in October of 1991. If you don’t know what a rhinoplasty is then you should learn about it. But if you do know about the rhinoplasty, you probably know that I’m supposed to get the old money and that my problem is that new money doesn’t do that. It’s pretty much all staff money.

The rhinoplasty is more than twenty years old though, and I have to start the matter of royalties from my painting. This matter is becoming more important because I am 45 years old. This is the minimum age for an annuity. The money that comes in from the painting in the form of royalties should reach me directly. Because of Tim or Hugh Farrell I’m not getting my royalties. So, I’m asking for my royalties on the painting. At this point just sending a check won’t work. I would like it very much if a private investigator could be hired to try to get money to me directly. I know that I am not asking for too much. But it has to be done. Thank you for your prompt attention in this matter.

Blame The Fabric Softener

In 1992, I pee’d in a bottle. The medicine I was taking at the time was Stellazene. My pee was different than it usually is. Tim’s mom found the bottle and drank it. But that is not the only poison that she drank. She developed heart disease and never told her family that she drank fabric softener. She never said, “I drank fabric softener!” If she did say that to someone, they would understand why she had such difficulty with her heart. But drinking pee is not the problem with her death. The reason she died was a complication of her heart due to drinking fabric softener.