a victim of spare time

3:38pm—Afternoon storm clouds roll in, I give a test in twenty minutes, asthma bothers me no thanks to cigarettes I don’t want but consume do not help at all.  Crazy thing you did there, Jacko, trying to guess how many relatives there’d be between me and this entity on social media what the H were you thinking, oh just trying to get an idea or a direction to look at but I thought you were finished with the dude after 23 April last month.  I’m trying, I wish wasn’t always looking for patterns in the ‘I don’t understand’ parts of life, perhaps they’re not meant to ever be understood, I don’t know, maybe I am a victim of my own spare time.

8:29pm—I deleted that posting, I got information I needed to consider if there is any chance this will go anywhere because right now I have no idea.  The string theory can be examined since as I understand it and I could be wrong, all generations the past the present and the future are strumming the same chord all the time, we just don’t know that and I understand why that is honestly a good thing.  Mixing it up with entities not human obviously would create serious social disorders in the flesh and blood humanity dimension. 

I still don’t see how you can connect any generation after Francis O’Neil born around 1840.  Who was your dad, great-grandpap?  You wouldn’t know anyone else in your family that would go back 2500 years?

It would be easier wouldn’t it, if you knew the start of the someone and worked this way towards the future instead of going back?  Try Job.  Just for fun.  Had a son, didn’t you know, his name was Ennon. And what kind of name is Ennon when he’s never in his life picked a lemon off a tree in Galilee.  Or maybe he has.

How far back has anyone ever traced their bloodline?  That Tom Hanks movie spooked me out good, imagine a descendant, why not, descendents, of the Virgin Mary in your neighborhood.   That would a 2000 year blood-connection.  Wow, a DNA that doesn’t die, isn’t that the coolest thing, and is that what you’d like to do with the rest of your life is follow the blood back to Job?  No, I don’t know now that you put it that way, and what way is that, Job.  It’s not Job. 

Who took you to Sanilurfa when you didn’t know there is a cave Job is supposed to have lived in for seven years.  Just a coincidence, I know.  And then the next job the next year later in the mountains north of Salalah I’d meet his nine foot Nephillum length tomb and footprint belonging to the same dude and next door ‘Ayjoob’s Café’ served a nice chicken dish.  What kind of coincidence is that supposed to be?  How is Job not something other than what was experienced, not said.  I must show historical evidence to believe, I guess I understand.

8:51pm—There is talk of a big demonstration tomorrow over things no one seems to be sure about but it does mean if it is big roads will close, classes will be nixed.  Whatever.

I have to see HR tomorrow and ask about my accrued days and when I could officially get out of here.  I’m thinking it would be prudent to leave before the first Eid, everything will be closed and ya da, if I got enough days.  Let’s see.  My boss can finish what I can’t.  What a business, sorry folks, but but I didn’t mind staying until 3 or 4 but with Eid it’s 8 or 9 and forget it.  I’ll get out early and figure a plan a course without a plan.

I don’t want to think about this nonsense anymore.  H or hawk was good this afternoon, read parts of it while the remaining students finished their second ten percent worth test.  How does a hawk look at you?  I understood being with one you remain calm and everything is ok.  And their eyes to me were unreadable.  Completely.  The narrator has a thing with this coshawk and it’s a little more intense.  And good.

10:30—just because I don’t have to necessarily get up at sixish I’m trying to write the last thoughts that came to me with my head out side the cool air.  a new heaven and new hell we got right here on earth for all living creatures, right?  The spirits who have passed also live in a heaven and a hell and that heaven and hell aren’t too far away from us.  We’re practically cousins to our loved ones who hang around somewhere in comfortable chairs most of the time.  Is this a new heaven for them?  Sure for those who go there every minute of the day every year since we figured it out with big data.

Some habits don’t change easy.  good night