Bill Geerhart writes letters to serial killers and powerful politicians posing as a ten year old, asking for advice on whether he should drop out of school. They all responded. I liked Clarence Thomas’ response the best. Dick Cheney’s wasn’t bad either. Arnold Schwarznegger’s was a bit of a let down. (via cf)
In the late ’90s, pop-culture historian Bill Geerhart had a little too much time on his hands and a surfeit of stamps. So, for his own entertainment, the then-unemployed thirtysomething launched a letter-writing campaign to some of the most powerful and infamous figures in the country, posing as a curious 10-year-old named Billy.
I learned of Jason P. Howe after reading this article on the Independent. His conflict pictures are amazing. His book Colombia: Between the Lines is coming out this spring. It’s mentioned that his book will be turned into a Hollywood movie.
Today I saw a girl in the bus. She was young. I’d say 18-21, but I have trouble really telling what her exact age was. She was in army fatigues. She was obviously in the Canadian Armed Forces. She had the beret and her unit insignia.
She was an incredibly striking girl. Very full lips, grayish eyes and striking features. I almost took a picture, but she was on the phone shortly after and the magic of the moment was lost. I was sitting in the back and she was sitting directly in front of me, on a bench that was perpendicular to my seat. She kept showing me this incredibly beautiful angle from her neck to her cheek lost deep in her thoughts.
On Friday, I saw two guys practicing parkour in a park. I just saw them for a short while, but that was enough to see one of them to a backward somersault. I almost got off the bus to take some photos, but it was the end of a hard week and I wanted to relax.
On the way home for lunch today, it started to rain. On the way back to work it was still raining. I saw a lady using her reusable grocery bag to shield her head from her head. It really looked bizarre since she really had the bag on her head.
It’s most probably my last week in Quebec. I’m getting ready to go back to Taiwan for the summer. I’ll be back in Quebec in late August. After the killer week I had last week, I needed the weekend to sleep. I must have slept more than 10 hours each night.
One more homework left before I’m totally finished.
It’s gotten cold today again. And rainy. I’ve been getting a lot of cancellations in the past week as well. I need to plan my trip to Ottawa to get my visa at the TECO office.
For now, I’m not impressed.
It starts out like Conan the Barbarian. I don’t think that people back then shaved as much as the actors. It’s mainly ahistorical. Too bad. In fact, I’d have to verify this with some research, but I wonder if people back then talked the way we talk. Anyways, I feel that this movie is filled with anachronisms. Then again, it’s only entertainment, not historical fiction.
Until the beginning of the month of April, the movie grossed over 243 million worldwide. It cost about 105 million to produce. It’s been reviewed as a terrible movie. Hopefully I’ll find that funny at some point.
If you’ve got any stories that you would like to send me, please feel free to do so. I started the Storytree stories more than a year ago to collect stories of people and my own. All of the ones that were published were witnessed by me or they happened to me. I would like to expand the project into other people’s stories. Good or bad, nice or naughty.
Here are some guidelines:
Storytree stories must be real.
They can be very short or very long.
They can be sent anonymously. I’d actually prefer to anonymize them before publishing.
You can send me anything, but I reserve the right to choose what gets published.
You can also send photos to accompany your stories.
You can include adult situations and language, but be advised that I will post a warning above such stories.
Send them to memoirs [dot] on [dot] a [dot] rainy [dot] day [at] gmail [dot] com.