Category: Story

This is my chance to share a personal insight. It is about me. There is a therapeutic value to blogging. And that’s a good thing.

Concerning Month in 1991

This post is proof that I have had the wrong date for my one night stand with Joyce. I need to show this because I have to rewrite my history. Back in the day the only reference was a home made calendar for the month that everything happened. I did not label that particular month, so I didn’t know what month it was. I located the critical days Friday and Saturday the 18th and 19th, so these days I am sure of. Because of the below helpful calendar from 1991, I can see that those dates couldn’t possibly be in November and are in fact days in October.

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This past twenty-four years I have collected many substance type materials that I have to now change. And, probably because of the fact that the Oakland Firestorm occurred on the 19th of the same month and year, I can presumably say the error was in my best interests; not to acknowledge the truth because it is so terrible. In the course of rewriting my history to reflect the corrected information, I have the BLUE painting. So the blue painting will establish more than what happened, it will close the matter in total. It will be that absolute point of getting the one night stand correctly. I know that when this project is finished, a viewer of the blue painting who knows just a little bit about me will get it solid.

 

Locating Blog Content – Goo

There has been recent interest for my accounting of the event at the Sonic Youth concert from the Summer of 1990. I have written about it, although it is hard to find: 2013/03/18/9192. This event has had a major effect on my life after which I went to UC Santa Cruz. The post gives the badly needed account of what exactly happened, and what was going through my mind. This event was one of the circumstances I was dealing with during my studies at college. Since I got kicked out of the concert, it is perhaps the “out” perspective that lead to the masterpiece painting I have mentioned in many of my posts at Gevluef.

I am very lucky that I aquired a XYphoid, a somewhere the female in the story has had for the management of her concerns.

I have considered contributing to the Wikipedia page for Goo. The link is: Goo (album). And there was a second tour in Europe in which a documentary was made: 1991: The Year Punk Broke . It is David Markey’s documentary of life on the road with Sonic Youth and Nirvana during their tour of Europe in late 1991.

Golden Girls TV Show

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This show illustrates all my faults prior to and before I painted in 1991. Golden Girls is like my adversary for my childhood, everything I did wrong. Because these ladies complained about me all the time they got the attention of a cemetery worker who cremated Thomas Jefferson on October 19, 1991 as punishment for my childhood crimes. The pictures following this post are shortcuts for some of the difficulties the golden girls had with me and brought to the show. They do not like me. And it is with much enmity that I have decided to include them in my blog called Gevluef. Here is the fact of the October date:

Comment: I have changed the date that Thomas Jefferson’s service ended. This comment is post Blue Painting; after February 2016. And, I have corrected the date from the incorrect November to October.

Comment: Betty White died December 31, 2021 at the age of 99.

Stigma

I’m feeling self conscious about the following Blog post. I know that I have readers and they are not always staff. I think that admitting that I have a mental illness is a shock to readers who are not staff. I’m sorry; this might be a disconnect. The truth that I have been talking about mental illness the whole time is apparent to readers that have been with me for a while. There are lots of posts that deal with the “conscience” going back several years in Gevluef. Considering that you are a new reader, I apologize. There is a lot of awareness of mental illnesses in our communities; and that you are here, I am certain I completely understand the schizophrenia and schizo-affective mental illnesses. You are in good hands because in this Blog I explicitly tell the readers what exactly these are.

There is over three hundred fifty posts in Gevluef. I have accomplished much. I don’t want to lose a reader just because I have felt the need to distinguish myself from schizophrenia. It feels as if I am writing without a history. That’s not right; I have said enough for anyone to understand mental illness. If you don’t care about it, then resolve that you have had a chance to learn what exactly mental illness is.

Please have patience. This is a difficult subject. I have had some major changes recently. I am adjusting to a new circumstance. Though I am not feeling the historical perspective of Gevluef, I know that my ideas are good ones. It just takes time for the ideas to sink in.

If you are a family member please visit the Psychology Today article where the “Mental Health Problem” is discussed: mental-health-stigma

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Today I subtracted my JBL Speakers. October 2, 2014

Today I bought a PEPSI. I found out that doing so was a Staff Directive. I want to tell you that I had mixed emotions, but that my rational thinking told me PEPSI is more appropriate for me. I made such a huge mess with my bizarre thoughts all I can do is concede that I didn’t like PEPSI.

The truth is that days before this experience PEPSI arranged a donation and that PEPSI helped me in a big way. I found my owner; the owner of the JBL Speakers. Given many options as to what to do with them, the owner finely incinerated them in the yard. I’m a free person no more bound to Acoustic reflexes! The PEPSI money helped me to accomplish that. I’m so grateful to PEPSI for making that possible. Recall that acoustic enclosures are a probable place for an expected mother to put her baby. Those JBL’s were present when my mom was pregnant.

So if you like PEPSI and want to promote the brand of cola, pick up some used speakers and give a person their freedom. The staff told me finely, “you only shave once.” I knew what that meant because I remember how it felt when my JBL’s were incinerated.

If I hadn’t blown it with PEPSI, I might have gotten some sponsorship money; but they pulled out at the last minute. Keep in mind that bizarre thoughts, which I had with a PEPSI, are caused by a girl.