Takes one to know one, eh?
I'm doing "eh?s" on everything now; after getting turned away at the border 10/4/08 just 30 miles north due to a DUI in California April 15th, 2001. Both tax day & Easter Sunday; lightly grazing on the right by jumping a curb at the bottom of a freeway off-ramp someone with "PHYSIX" vanity plates dawdling at the stop sign.*
Due to a brake malfunction from a poorly lubricated pin which locates the right front brake caliper-that is supposed to float on to function properly.(a recent brake job had been a selling point I'd bought from a jet helicopter mechanic in the Coast Guard in Eureka, CA I speculate his teen son may've worked on?)
My first moving violation since '70 and I guess some sort of a cosmic joke about my love of cynical biblical scholar John M. Allegro's work, and my disability/SSI lifestyle since early in '85.
I began to perceive an odd enough "synchronicity" in my life, so that I now spell that word personalized as "psynchronicity"; the winter of '83-'84 staying with some friends of one of my sister's, the Smith family. Their 250 acre farm is adjacent to my grandfather's homestead who'd made his life as a professional logger and owner of five logging companies at Winston Creek nearby. When I'd had a '66 VW square-back I more or less lived out of between '82 & '94 which turned over 01984 on the odometer 1/3/84 the year my 33rd birthday(shared with Louis Armstrong and also the first day of the French Revolution) was 8/4/84.
Now a pre-science event, predicting my subsequent mirroring of that classical fictional protagonist Winston Smith's victimization by and rebellion against an oppressive totalitarian state in the George Orwell novel NINETEEN EIGHTYFOUR.
Which I try to chronicle various aspects of I'd gotten started with by feelings of paper wasting guilt early in '92 throwing away lonely letters to friends I'd not mailed or often never finished after alienating a few more successful seeming, with degrees of candor not well phrased or proffered. So that now I have about 30,000 hand-printed pages in several boxes/yet also have kept alive at least a one-way correspondence with most all the usual suspects; if not quite as voluminous an endeavor.
*Avoiding rear-ending the 82 year old Trinidad, CA resident when the brakes finally locked 125 feet from the end of the off-ramp, leaving a precise straight skid mark all the way up to almost the rear of the other car; which greatly challenges the version of the event given on the police report and whose on-sight breath tests in Humboldt county are considered suspect: Now also given to occasional slayings of mildly disoriented denizens of humble character and means.(see the Copwatch posts @<http://www.humboldtrevolution.org>)