"Yes," he replied, "but I don't know him. He's a distant third cousin or something."
"Do you know anything new about what's going down--"
Before I could finish, he quickly interjected:
"I don't know anything about that case. Aren't there a couple of movies out about that, or something?"
Not to denigrate this guy--he seems like a perfectly nice man--but how could you be related to someone directly affected by this travesty of justice, and not at least be a little curious about the details? Especially if you're an attorney?
Puzzling. I recommended both films to him, and he said he'd look them up on Netflix. Maybe I jarred something loose, and he'll inform himself. Perhaps it will spur him to take up the cause, too. Seems only right, bein' kinfolk an' all.
You may not be familiar either, so familiarize yourself here. And do watch Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills and its sequel, Paradise Lost 2: Revelations. Troubling pieces, those. We need to get those men (yep, men now...it's been 14 years) out of jail. Damien's just sitting there, waiting for the needle. Very, very sad.
Tired of waiting to find out which schools I got into. The semester starts in a little over two weeks, and I'm still not getting answers. Really, it's not like I applied to Harvard, or anything. Answers, please! I need something to give me hope for my immediate future.
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What are you looking to study? I hope you get in somewhere you want...waiting to hear can't be easy. Is there anywhere you can call?
I'll cross my fingers for you.
Going back to school to study philosophy. I've applied to three schools thus far--two in Kentucky, one back in California--and all are yanking my chain.
I've made the calls; unfortunately, all I get is the runaround about "still" not receiving this or that piece of information that I have proof of having already mailed, a month ago. Incompetence and apathy runs in all camps these days, even the ones you thought might conduct themselves with some level of professionalism. Today, the local university offered no apology or effort to research (despite my continued follow-ups, they just don't seem to give a damn). They just told bring me in the info by hand, which entails me having to take off work and pay for another transcript (that incidentally, only offers details on one semester's work at a community college, from 1992). Lovely.
Fuck these second-rate institutions that have way too high an opinion of themselves. I'm moving back to Seattle and becoming a fucking acupuncturist, or something. I can read Descartes at home.
Oh, and thank you for the vote of confidence (and finger-cross)!
:)
Loyola Marymount did the same shit to me when I was trying to transfer. The semester was 2 weeks from starting, but the school was closing for the winter holidays and no one could tell me if I was going to receive financial aid.
So I told them to fuck themselves and went to UCLA. It worked out okay.
Yeah, problem is all the places I've applied are giving me the runaround, in one form or another, and there's no one I can really say "fuck-off" to (as much as I'd love that). I have no faith in anyone's follow-through, these days. It's totally disheartening.
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