the right to write
[April 2] An anecdotal story of depressing defeat. I woke up, determined to tackle the task at hand: revise my resume, fill out the Denver Public Library's job application, and write a searing, compelling, award-winning cover letter. All these things I did before 12 noon, even with the technical difficulty of my printer malfunctioning and needing to track down many addresses and phone numbers, whereabouts unknown. I was up at 9 a.m. and by noon I was in the shower. Pulling everything together quickly, I was out the door lickety split and drove down I-70, turned right, took I-25 to Speer south to 13th Ave., where I stopped for a cup of coffee. It wasn't even 1pm yet and I didn't want to show up during lunch, in the hopes I would be able to talk to the recruiter for my postion, manuscript processor. So I lingered and read Koestler's autobiography.
By 1:30 I figured the coast was clear so went to the library, made copies of my laboriously crafted resume, cover letter, and application, and went up to the 7th floor. I had brought with me, in my spiffy little briefcase, copies of my books.
I arrived at the receptionist's desk and announced that I was there to apply and asked, "who's the hiring person for this positon?"
"I'm sorry, sir, we aren't allowed to give outn that information. We serve as a go between and the hiring manger will be in touch with you if they want to interview you." She placed my resume on a pile of five or six dozen others and asked me to fill out the data card. Name, address, driver's license number, social security number, ethnic group, male or female. Thank you, have a good day.
Tomorrow is April 3, 2001. I'm running around like a stupid fool.
More material is piling up about Antigua's hermetic architecture. Most astonishingly is the usage on the Castille-Leon Coat of Arms (Ferdinand and Isabella) of two castles and two lions in a quadrated frame surrounded by the Hapsburg double eagle and/or two flanking pillar with a "plus ultra" banner wrapped around them. Sound familiar? The Virgin in David Ovason's book? Galactic Center virgin - Sagittarius and Scorpio.
Tomorrow is a very special day. April 3rd, 2001. 1 Ahau Venus rising. Beginning of 37,960-day cycle. Ideally, this should begin a CR and a VR. [I'm at work at netLibrary, 3:30 p.m. to 12:15 a.m.] It's now 12:06 am, April 3. This is the day I wrote about, some nine years ago, in my book Tzolkin. Early-to-mid 1992 is when it came together. By identifying the true count the solution was clear. Now I'm in this fucked up company nine years later.
May Venus rise again! May Venus rise again! May Venus rise!
The portal of concepcion piece was written mostly around March19-21. Now it's April 3, 2001.
I was just looking over my book Tzolkin. The Venus Round that begins today, April 3, 2001, 1 Ahau, will end on March 4, 2105, 6 Chicchan. How ironic. There's that birthday again.
So, what did JMJ do on 4.3.2001?
Got up with Ellie around 8 a.m. after warm snuggles. She went to work, I went downstairs and installed Dreamweaver 4, borrowed from my mother, while listening to Van Morrison. Around 10:30 a.m. Ellie called and it was just such a beautiful day that we agreed that I should meet her at Sloan's Lake for a walk. This we did; we talked, hugged, and kissed at Sloan's - where we fell in love 11-28-96. We then walked back to St Anthony's and had lunch at the café there - salad. It was fun. Then I returned home, got a small bottle of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum and made myself a Rum and Coke. Played guitar a little, had only an hour or so, started reading. Then my precious Ellie came home early! We sat out in the yard, it being even warmer now (circa 2 o'clock). Tree cutters came by next door to trim branches off Tony's tree that were strangling ours. God, Ellie looked so pretty today. We went inside and snuggled and made mad passionate love. Laughed, played, then I had to go to work. Drove to work, worked till 12:30 am. Ran out for a salad around 8:30 p.m. to Boulder Salad Company. Researching Koestler, Habsburg dynasty on web a little. That was how I spent 4-3-2001.
A few weeks after April 3 I was layed off from my job. One morning, not able
to sleep, I climbed onto the roof of my garage and watched Venus rise through
the pollution of Denver.