| From: | William Monday |
| To: | Greta Kliest |
| Date: | 16, 9:59 |
| Subject: | Well? |
I told you I’d think about it. But I think I can help. I assume this should be considered personal?
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Between October 13, 1972 and Feburary 13, 1973, Herbet Mullin killed a total of 13 people. The last of these, Fred Perez, was an elderly hispanic gentleman who was unfortunate enough to be working on his garden when Mullin drove by. For no readily apparent reason, Mullins, did a u-turn, came back, shot the man, then drove off. All of this took place in broad daylight, and there were several witnesses, one of whom called the police and gave them the license plate number of Mullin’s car. He was arrested within minutes of this phone call, and readily confessed to all his murders. Herbert Mullin is currently serving life imprisonment for the crimes, after trying and failing to use the insanity defence. Referenced in: Megalomania (Herbert Mullin) – Church of Misery
Barnes continues here his recurring themes and motifs: there is an appearance by the painting that was the subject of “The Shipwreck”, and the most extended reference to Noah and his Ark since the first chapter – the Mountain of the title is none other than Mt Ararat, traditionally considered the place where the Ark came to rest. But it’s the themes that are the most interesting. Continue reading Slightly More Than Ten and a Half Chapters: The Mountain A defensive variant rather than an offensive one, this time.
No big plans, no. Just a quiet night in. I was thinking of cooking for you, but since I hadn’t got around to deciding what to make yet, let alone buying the ingredients, that’s no big deal. Wake me if you get in at a reasonable hour. The Yucca Mountain Nuclear Waste Depository is exactly what it sounds like: a facility located inside Yucca Mountain, Nevada. It was exhaustively researched as a potential facility throughout the eighties and nineties, and finally given the go ahead in 2002. It is intended that it be a safe place to store radioactive materials for up to a million years (the longest anticipated time for the materials in question to remain radioactive). Although construction has commenced, there have been numerous delays, and the Obama administration has repeatedly cut the funds available for the project, which is now unlikely to be ready for use before 2020. So that’s something to look forwards to. Referenced in: Millenium Theater — Ani Di Franco
Alysis
Angela sat in her hotel room, and wondered why she’d come. She should have known that there’d be nowhere to stay in the city itself, should have made alternate arrangements. Flown to Baton Rouge, perhaps, and stayed there. Instead, here she was stuck in Lafayette, hoping she’d be able to hire a car tomorrow. She’d only ever passed through Lafayette before now, rarely even stopping for fuel or snacks, but she remembered it being a much sleepier burg than it was right now. The background hum was louder, punctuated by more sirens more often, and the sounds of traffic were more constant. From her balcony, she watched trucks full of military – both actual and contractors – pass by, heading south to restore order. Whatever that meant. She was too tired to think about it now. Sipping at the whiskey from the minibar, Angela stopped trying to make sense of it all, and just let her mind drift. For a minute, she found herself wishing that the death toll had been higher, that the waves had claimed the bodies of all the town and carried them out to sea, that New Orleans had been washed clean. It would have been simpler, however inhumane. Huh, she thought, catching herself. Where did that come from?
There’s not really anything I can do about the little shit. He’s Cornelius’ man in my department, and he’s made obsequiousness an art form. All you can really do is grin and bear it. There is one thing: he’s got a fairly short attention span, and he’s not good with the jargon. Dial up the technobabble and you can probably manage to bore him until he goes away. Nat Turner was a slave in the fields of Virginia. Unusually well-educated and literate for a slave, Turner’s intelligence was matched only by his religious fervour. In May 1828, he saw a vision in the heavens, confirming his intuition that he was destined for great things. In 1831, he witnessed an eclipse of the Sun, which to him appeared as the hand of an enormous black man reaching for and obscuring the solar disc. He took this as an omen that the time of rebellion was at hand, and began planning in earnest. In August of that year, Nat Turner led a slave rebellion that would be the largest in American history, and which would contribute to the tensions that erupted into Civil War a generation later. Referenced in: Nat Turner — Reef the Lost Cauze
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