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My time here is drawing to a close. Another period of hectic travel begins. And still I am unemployed. I do not know how this is happening. Obviously I am not in control. I even listened to a “How to make money at home with a Computer” self-help tape while driving back from Phoenix. I do have the computer, although it is getting old and a bit cranky, but as I have no home, I cannot grab a hold of these concepts. Instead I float on the very skin of being. Ignoring the future, forgetting the past. Floating. Waiting for weather. A storm. Waiting for the next movement with a bit more apprehension than previous travel, after the TWA incident. So it goes. Head down to the outdoor YMCA pool, thankfully, I have gotten myself up to 1200 yards a day (when the pool is open — the afternoon thunderstorms do tend to close the place frequently). There was a good storm late this afternoon, thankfully after I had finished a good workout. Lightning was exploding all around while Bob Dolt was making his acceptance speech for the Republicans. I am really sick of these media events, yet another one, following the Olympics, and next week, the Demagogues, I mean Democrats put on their show. They are sterile, hysterical, and so heavily controlled that it is foolish to use the word democracy in the same paragraph — on anywhere in distant juxtaposition with these spectacles. Buffoonery and frightening nationalism.