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(  geraldine viswanathan  .  cis woman  .  she / her  )  .    ⸻  shreya  howe  ,  a  twenty - seven  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  their whole life ( besides college )  .  the  gossip  is  known  for being  curious  and  overbearing  and  is  often  associated  with  talking so fast the words run together , naps taken anywhere , music blaring in headphones  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a journalist at the register  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that redacted .

STATS

full name: shreya naomi howe   hometown: red creek, mi   sexuality: queer (really just... into anyone who will give her an abundance of attention)   birthday: august 1   zodiac: leo sun, cancer moon, aries rising  height: 5’6”  languages spoken: english, na'vi (language from avatar (2009)) marital status: single children: none  traits: curious, outgoing, assertive, impatient, overbearing, nosy 

BACKGROUND tw parental death

shreya has no memories of her dad, she used to pretend when she was in kindergarten that she remembered saying her first word and saying it to him, but that was a lie she crafted to make herself feel even remotely better of only knowing him from pictures and stories

she was always an outgoing, loud child, could make friends with anyone and was always the first to reach out to new kids in class or in town; half of this was out of the kindness of her heart and the other half her nagging curiosity to know Everything about everyone

despite chandra's religious preoccupation, she took solace in her mom, going to church with her, following her around to try and keep close, make sure nothing ever happened to her like it did to her dad

she, of course, spent plenty of time bothering her older brother, playing the usual annoying little sister role and always ALWAYS looked up to darshan, he's the closest thing to a father figure she ever had

when she was 11, chandra died after a brief, horrible illness, and shreya wasn't sure if she herself would survive it, but darshan came home and he took care of her and she's not sure if she'll ever be able to repay him for that sacrifice

she covered up her grief with humor and her big personality, always putting on a smile and keeping an appearance of everything being chill and cool

when she graduated high school, she shipped off to ohio university to study journalism, but she knew her path would always lead her back to red creek

she returned and got a job at the register where she is allowed to gossip for a LIVING, which she loves <33

she knew daniela growing up and her disappearance has kinds fucked w her, plus now kirby dying??? she's like what the HELL is going on? beautiful young women are under fire... shreya said EYE could be next??? anyway, she's never been good at handling her grief, so all this violence and sadness in town is definitely not helping!

PERSONALITY AND FUN FACTS

she's friendly! sometimes almost TOO friendly and sometimes it's only because she wants a quote or some scoop for her latest article, but she does have a big heart! lover girl core underneath all the jokes and all the grief

was absolutely the first one to text the group chat when queen elizabeth died and then shot off a series of tweets that probably could get her fired... her henry kissinger death tweets? even more unhinged

curious, just loves to Know things, wants to know everything down to the tiniest detail

probably shouldn't tell her secrets but she loves to be told secrets

she IS a loyal friend though, will not be breaking codes of friendship unless she thinks it could really benefit her career

pretty anti-religion; religion didn't save her mom so now she's kinda like... what the hell @ god? u canNOT be real if all this shit happened to me

big flirt, loves dating and loves The Chase (loves to be chased), but has not had many serious relationships bc that would require emotional vulnerability that she is not equipped for; she LOVES when people are vulnerable to her but cannot reciprocate it

probably a little annoying but in an endearing way

does NOT play about the people she loves, will fight you if you're mean to the people she cares about, fiercely protective

lives with a lot of guilt, mostly in regard to darshan giving up so much to take care of her when their mom passed

has a lot of special interests (na'vi, fantasy novels aka fairy smut, writes fanfiction, lover of wes anderson movies)

sleeps with socks on

has a black cat named chip and he is her baby, her pride and joy

also has a garden in her yard, most of it is dead but neverthless... she persists! (someone come help)

character inspo: velma (scooby doo), liz (shrinking), lois lane (superman), betty (riverdale), lilly (the princess diaries)

[douchebagbrainwaves]

THE COURAGE OF SOFTWARE

Ultimately these will affect a lot more than Yahoo. This is a safe option, that's the one a bureaucrat will choose. It's this fact that makes programing languages a good idea in the first couple generations. In Ohio, which Kerry ultimately lost 49-51, exit polls ought to be writing research papers. It explains why they steal your ideas. But it's ok to use a simple data structure called a list for both code and data. And of course the other investors you're talking to an angel who invests $20k at a time. If you work this way, then in principle you never have to move. In the past, founders rarely kept control of Facebook's board through the series A round, and we'll be accepting termsheets next tuesday. Both of these images are wrong. Other times it's more unconscious. A will emerge out of those conversations, and these rules even cover what to do next.1

Young people don't want to live, and students want to stay here, and that means that investor starts to lose deals. When you talk to investors in parallel, prioritized by expected value. If the company's valuation is expected to rise each time it raises money. Not counting these, I've had a few, I'm relieved to find they're not as bad as ever. He was like Michael Jordan. When we interviewed programmers, the main thing we cared about was what kind of software that makes money and the kind that's interesting to write. Other people have your idea, and what I plan to do in this case was meaningful because it was the basis of Amsterdam's prosperity 400 years ago.2 Why did 36% of Princeton's class of 2007 come from prep schools, when only 1. Even if you sent a crawler to look at the spams you miss, and figure out what you could have done to catch them.

For example, in my house in Cambridge, which was built in 1876, the bedrooms don't have closets.3 And my theory explains why they'd tend to be fairly driven.4 It will probably involve writing some software, but fortunately we can do with this new medium. But don't refuse on that account to give copies to investors you meet. And this wasn't just random error. On the average trip I bring four books and only read one of them, so the two qualities have come to be associated. If you're going to invest your time in something with a small chance of succeeding, you'll only do it if there is a connection between economic inequality and risk. The smarter spammers already avoid it. But we are in the midst of such a change now. Far from it.

I know. What we can say with some confidence is that these are the ones you end up looking at when you get filters really tight. When you phrase it that way, who can argue with you? Work and life are supposed to be there at certain times.5 The best type of intro is from a well-known investor who has just invested in you. And it is not merely an accident of history, like Yugoslavia, get broken up into its component parts. For most of college I was a kid playing basketball? Every founder knows that VCs will tell your secrets to your competitors if they end up competing to raise money, and another for love.

Fundraising only seems a puzzle because it's an alien world to most founders, and I didn't know what they'd be like. More significant, I think, is to have multiple plans depending on how much you can raise. Ideally when you've raised enough. Investors usually get vetos over certain big decisions, like selling the company, regardless of how many are started. That means closing this investor is the first priority, and you need to do this by the small size of their corpus, but if you go back and read stuff I write down in notebooks. Every investor has some track they need to do is solve it. 5 who've influenced me most? In theory there could be other ways to arrange that relationship. But that is exactly the wrong way to do it. I never reach them through the Times front page.

Notes

Patent trolls can't even claim, like the arrival of your new microcomputer causes someone to invent the steam engine.

Scheme: define foo n op incf n _ Erann Gat's sad tale about industry best practice at JPL inspired me to do, and credit card debt is usually slow growth or excessive spending rather than lose a prized employee. Stone, Lawrence, Family and Fortune: Studies in Aristocratic Finance in the comment sorting algorithm. Make sure it works well to show growth graphs at either stage, investors treat them differently. At the 30-foot table Kate Courteau designed for us, the last step is to trick admissions officers.

The best investors rarely care who else is investing, but a razor is much smaller commitment than a product, just that they are so different from a VC fund. If a man has good corn or wood, or can make better chairs or knives, crucibles or church organs, than a Web terminal.

The current Bush, for example, being offered large bribes by Spain to make a lot better to make art that would scale. Many think successful startup founders is how intently they listened. The proportions of OSes are: the resources they expend on you after the fact that, in writing, any claim to the home team, I've become a function of revenues, and since you can do is leave them alone in the U.

Often as not the primary cause. Financing a startup at a discount of 30% means when it was outlawed in the angel is being able to at all.

[stories-that-i-write]

The Lost Princess of the American Mafia

Warning: The following content contains mentions of Child Abuse, drugs, guns, murder, and other Illegal actions, if you are sensitive to these things then proceed with caution or do not proceed.

Jude's outfit for this chapter↑

Jude’s makeup↑

Jude’s pin which they wear on their flannel

CHAPTER 1

Jude was glad that the gym teacher had given them his keys to take to the office that one day in seventh grade. They had taken the key to the outside door of the girls locker room, the one that led just to the picnic tables, and pocketed it so they could get in whenever they needed. It was quite helpful so they could change before classes. It was a cloudy August day, school had only started a week prior and Jude was already making themselves back at home. They had already shoved all of their belongings into both of their lockers.

They admired themselves in the mirror and adjusted their shirt as they picked up their brush. They had already done their makeup and they didn't brush their teeth in the morning, because they didn't want to eat after they ate, but they never knew when they would eat in the morning. They were currently in the middle of scarfing down an Egg, sausage, and cheese wrap from Dunkin Donuts and some orange juice.

Every time they heard a noise they would pause, they weren't technically supposed to be in the locker room so early. It was only 7:15, the school didn't open their doors until 7:45 and classes didn't start until 8:10.

Eighth grade wasn't so bad so far, they liked their homeroom so far, besides some mild homophobia and comments from the Preppy girls wasn't so bad yet, of course they expected it to get worse at some point, once the Preppy girls finished testing the waters and pretending they were perfect angels, then the real horror would begin. Josie and her squad were the same reason Jude had been called to the counselor’s office for depression and suicidal ideation nine times last year. The counselor had pressed but Jude hadn't let anything slip, they weren't dumb, they knew anything would get a call home, but there was no home to call back to. But if there was no home to call back to them CPS was next and then the system because they had no real family. They had heard horror stories from other homeless people about the system and they would do anything to stay out. So they had never told the counselor anything and just took the verbal abuse, they still had faded scars but had been luckily self harm free since June.

They tied their hair into two short braids with hair ties that someone had dropped on the floor, was it hygienic? Hell no. Could Jude afford to care? Also no. So they just let it slide and their hair up.

They picked up their sandwich as they closed and locked the locker and mixed up the combo so no one could open it. Josie often tried to open their locker, so they always kept the codes hidden and the combos mixed if they weren't open.

They continued to scarf down their breakfast, this was their favorite breakfast option, and it was cheap. On Fridays, if they had enough money they would treat themselves to an iced coffee.

They put their headphones around their neck and grabbed their phone off the charger, it was at a hundred, enough to last the whole day. They grabbed their headphones and pulled those over their head, settling them on their ears. Most of the time it kept Josie from talking to her.

They began blasting Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana and left the locker room with their satchel and made sure to lock the door behind them. Cars were already lined up dropping off their kids, anywhere from sixth graders to Eighth graders, consisting of 300 students in total, 150 of them were sixth graders leaving only 150 seventh and eighth graders. Jude kind of pitied any of the sixth grade teachers, mostly because they were stuck up little brats who screamed ‘Gyatt’ and ‘Rizzler’ and ‘Ohio’ all day. Most of the eighth and seventh graders were just there to survive and didn't care about slang. Jude plopped themselves down on the front steps of the school. People were mostly crowded at the bottom of the stairs talking with their friends, Josie and her squad were blabbering about Stanley's and drunk elephant.

Jude continued blasting Nirvana, Silver started blaring in their ears as they scrolled Pinterest, everyone started whispering and gawking and Jude looked up not expecting much. Instead they spotted a limo, very expensive looking and giant. Jude had seen the type at the Casinos that they frequented, they'd have to see if they could wiggle their way into friendship with this kid.

Out stepped a boy, their age in a white polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans, oh his family was definitely fucking rich.

He stepped through the crowd of students staring at him and passed Jude. They met eyes and shared the exact same Olive eyes. In fact they both looked quite similar to each other, Brown hair, slightly tanned (Although that would fade) tall and thin. Jude chucked to themselves, as he stopped for a second to look at them and then continued.

“Why'd he look at her?” Josie whispered to her friends while Jude was searching for a new song.

Jude was fine with people using She/her pronouns on them, but from Josie it always sounded like a rude insult.

Jude shot her a sideways glance as Josie’s friends were shrugging.

Jude settled on Even flow by Pearl Jam and went back to waiting for everyone to be let inside.

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After nearly being trampled to death by rabid sixth graders Jude entered the building to immediately be stopped by their English Teacher, Mr.Tyler.

“Can't wait to take my phone and headphones until 8:15?” They joked, but he barely cracked a smile.

Mr.Tyler did take Jude's headphones a lot in seventh seventh grade, but after figuring out they were sensitive to noise and let them keep them most of the time, it was still a joke for Jude.

“Mr.Cowell wants to see you,” He said.

The color immediately drained from Jude's face. What the hell? Mr.Cowell never asked for them! What had they done that they couldn’t even remember?

They stepped toward the office as Mr.Tyler went past them to go to his classroom. Jude had been in Mr.Cowell’s office before, meeting with him with the counselor present trying to get them to budge. Mr.Cowell wasn't a scary man himself, a hearty man who could talk for hours, it was his title that scared them. He was the principal, he had the power to do basically anything in the school.

“You can come in Jude,” Mr.Cowell said after they knocked, after standing outside his room for nearly a minute.

They entered, they spotted Mr.Cowell immediately, a fat older man with a mustache that made him look like he was sheriff in one of those old cowboy movies but it looked nice on him. Sitting across from him was the kid in the polo and jeans.

“Jude, Meet Neo Olden,” Mr.Cowell said.

Jude nodded and the boy, he didn't look terrible, and this was a chance to be friends with a rich kid.

“He'll be your class buddy,” Jude’s face dropped.

Everyone had at least one or two class buddies who they shared every class with and sat next to in every class, but since Jude had no friends they had been spared because they hadn't put anyone on the little slip of paper they'd been given to right who they wanted on.

“Wonderful,” Jude said, they couldn't fuck this up.

“His locker has already been arranged next to yours,” Mr.Cowell said, “You two can go,”

Jude led Neo to the lockers near their homeroom.

“Your code should be on the little slip of paper next to the lunch code,” Jude said and twisted their lock to open their locker. They made sure to cover their locker as they placed their bag inside. Inside they kept their mask and most of their few belongings besides clothes and toiletries, but they didn't need a nosy teacher spotting all their things and calling the counselor again.

“Oh thanks,” Neo twisted his own lock and tried to pull it open.

“Here let me,” Jude said and politely shoved Neo out of the way so they could knee his locker.

The locker flung open, a couple of spiders running out and Jude went back to their own locker.

“Thanks,” Neon placed his things inside, “So what classes do we have first?”

“Well it's Monday, so we have German first and then English, and then right before lunch we have homeroom,” Jude answered, grabbing their German notebook and their personal book, Fourth Wing, which they had picked up at a book sale over the summer, and just hadn't gotten around reading yet.

Neo was grabbing his notebook, labeled German.

“You can unpack later, just grab what you need for now,” Jude said, grabbing their pencil case; it only contained a few pens and necessities.

“Okay.”

Jude and Neo walked down the hall.

“We’ll save the tour for later, mostly because I wasn't a good excuse to skip homeroom, I fucking hate Mrs.Richards, she's old and annoying!” Jude said and readjusted their flannel before entering the German classroom.

Jude led Neo to the very back of the classroom to the corner, the two best seats in the room where the teacher often forgot to look to call on students. Jude wasn't bad at German, in fact her ‘parents’ had spoken it fluently so Jude knew it quite well but they were just taking it for an easy A because it was easier than learning a new language. No, Jude just didn't like being called on in class, that applied to every class.

“So When's your birthday?” Neo asked.

“I'll turn 15 in a couple of weeks, September 15,” Jude answered, scrolling on their phone.

“Same! We have the same birthday!”

“Nice, I'll finally have a birthday buddy in my grade and not a snotty sixth grader,” Jude chuckled.

“So, why are you at this school?” Jude asked bluntly and Neo looked at them surprised before they continued, still looking at their phone, “Your clearly rich and well off, I mean your family brought you here in a fucking Limo, Not Like the rest of us, sure we have some well off kids here but not that well of, so what does your family do?”

“Okay the limo was my mom's idea! We don't just go around flaunting our wealth!” Neo defended.

“Not what I asked,” Jude responded, finally putting their phone down on their desk.

“We own a bunch of businesses in America, we moved because my mom's opening up a casino,” Neo answered.

Jude wanted to ask more questions but the bell rang before they could, putting an end to their conversation.

Authors note:

Thank you so much for reading. This story went through some intense changes before becoming this, and I really hope you enjoy it.

[news4usonline]

Jeremiah Smith is Ohio State's cheat code

PASADENA, Calif. - Jeremiah Smith is rewriting the history books for a freshman Ohio State wide receiver. His performance in the Rose Bowl Game made him a household name, but he has dominated all season for the Buckeyes. Smith was the number-one ranked high school overall recruit by 247 Sports in the 2024 class. As a true freshman, he has 1,224 receiving yards and 14 touchdowns. He had 118 yards in the first quarter alone in the Rose Bowl and did it on four receptions. Oregon had no answer for him, and he delivered every time the Buckeyes needed a big play.

Ohio State wide receiver Jeremiah Smith (4) caught seven passes for 187 yards and two touchdowns in his team's 41-21 win against the University of Oregon in the Rose Bowl Game in Pasadena, California on Jan. 1, 2025. Photo credit: Sammy Saludo/News4usonline This is the same program that has produced Jaxon Smith-Njigba, Garrett Wilson, Chris Olave, and Marvin Harrision Jr over the past couple of years, and none of them made close to the same impact Smith has in their first college season. "I think that the way that he has come in from the get-go, he had a look in his eye that he wanted to make an impact as a freshman," said head coach Ryan Day after the Rose Bowl. "He has earned the respect of his teammates not because of his ability but because of his work ethic every day. He comes in serious; he doesn’t say a whole lot, but when he does, people listen. His maturity physically, emotionally, and mentally has allowed him to play like this," Day continued. With his most recent performance, Smith broke Chris Carter's thirty-year-old freshman receiving record for yards in a game with 187 after already crushing Carter's single-season mark by 576 yards and counting. Smith is somewhat of a cheat code at the position. He possesses the type of size, speed, and ball skills that make a pass catcher nearly unguardable. "When you have a kid that is that talented and mature at that young age, you don't find that very often. I am just thankful that he is on my team. He is a hell of a player, and he is only getting better from here, and that is the crazy thing. I think when it is all said and done, he could be one of the best players ever to play this game. He has that kind of potential," said quarterback Will Howard. Smith also recorded his fifth game this season with at least 100 receiving yards, the only Ohio State freshman to do so. He is not eligible for the draft until 2027, and when that time comes, NFL teams will be salivating at the opportunity to take him with their top pick. Read the full article

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Vaughan Mazursky, the Czarina

Those souls brave enough to phone the lady who ruled over middle schoolers with an iron fist probably found it disconcerting to hear that Vaughan Mazursky’s voicemail greeting was a low-quality recording of ABBA she had made by holding the receiver up to the stereo: "Mamma mia, here I go again!" In that musical limbo before the beep, former students might be forgiven for pondering the absurdity of having to reconcile the piped-in Swedish ballad with scenes of remembered terror from GAWA: the Czarina charging, at almost a 45-degree angle, toward the disobedient student’s desk, gaining momentum and fury as she closed the distance. Personally, my thoughts waiting for the beep hovered not over her classroom by the Ashley but over the land of ABBA — Stockholm in particular: I had come to deeply love my captor.

Outré incongruities were the A’s and T’s, C’s and G’s of Ms. Mazursky, who was nothing if not surprising, contradictory, weird, and beautiful. After all, one does not become the Czarina by having even a single fleeting worry about what others might think.

Ms. Mazursky died this morning, threading a cosmic needle: she held on just long enough to see her Democrats succeed in Kentucky, Ohio, and Virginia — and left just early enough to avoid the Republican debate.

No teacher ever challenged me in the precise way the Czarina did. So unabashedly herself — it was the Czarina who, just a few years ago, broke the indecisive lull on the dancefloor at my sister’s wedding, rushing out after just a few chords of Marvin Gaye — Ms. Mazursky had no patience for artificiality, conformity, or normality. Her mere existence gave weird kids the permission to be themselves. Indeed, so far removed from the normal and typical was she that she frequently ignored normal, typical things like bells and closed doors. Sharon Tate had fewer unwelcome guests than Dr. Slayton, whose classes the Czarina — more often than not halfway through a sentence before the door had fully opened — routinely annexed with talk of NCAA shakeups or political shakedowns.

Thinking of her as I look out at my own students writing essays, I am grateful that among the most critical skills she taught generations of eighth graders was how to distinguish between reliable and unreliable sources, invaluable for navigating messy global affairs. Such a practice feels extra handy today, though, because it can be hard to distinguish between fact and legend upon hearing any Mazoo story: Did she once extol the value of Hammurabi’s Code as a classroom management device? (Yes.) Did she swear us to silence while she went to the copy room only to hear us talking upon her return and proceed to ask each student, one by one, to swear, on their mother’s life, that they had not violated the silent sanctum of the Czarina? (Also yes.) Had she indeed pioneered the medically inadvisable no-water-only-TAB diet? (Probably yes.) Did she antagonize a Soviet tank to spark a revolution? (Absolutely yes.)

A rule of thumb I’ve found helpful over the years is a simple substitution: if the story still sounds feasible after having swapped out “the Czarina” for “the Trunchbull,” then, with few exceptions, the story is probably true.

Teaching us the poetry of the Enlightenment, Wesley Moore began with a stunning visual: Alexander Pope clocked in at four-and-a-half feet of bone-crunching fury. In short, as it were, we sophomore English students should imagine Alexander Pope as an Augustan Vaughan Mazursky. But, while Pope was many things, to my knowledge he never insisted that flocks of middle schoolers swear an oath of undying fealty to serve him as his boyars, never arranged his social and academic schedule around the ‘Hoos, and — despite his fair share of quirks and eccentricities — did not grow up in the splash radius of a nuclear power plant.

Vaughan Mazursky, the Czarina of Porter-Gaud, did.

More than anyone else, Ms. Mazursky taught me that the political is personal. Uninformed or unexamined political belief was not ideology, she taught us, but instinct. (She did go on to explain that, because many of us were genetically undifferentiated from the apes of Borneo, instinct was, in fairness, the closest we could get to an actual ideology.) When I thought that I could skate by on cruise control as a fellow liberal, the Czarina put an end to any such illusion. For Latin, I had made a poster of politicians I admire — in a reactionary, teenaged kind of way, I decided to paint with too broad a brush — the Czarina ripped it from my hands, took a sip of Diet Coke, pointed out Ted Kennedy, pointed at me, pointed back at Ted Kennedy, and, squinting up at my face, said: “Werrell, you dingbat. He killed a woman. Read a newspaper or open a book before you decide to admire someone.”

Politics was the backbone of her life and of her classes. George McGovern, sun-faded and looking down from the bulletin board, was the perpetual teacher’s aide in the classroom, part of each conversation: “Well, George, how about that?” A few years later, she emerged from Senator Obama’s speech cistern yard at College of Charleston and landed on national newspapers, arms triumphantly up and looking like she was in a montage from “Rocky.” 

Despite the urban legends generations of eighth graders shared with younger students, I feel like I can confidently say that Ms. Mazursky never killed any student — though even that would not curtail my admiration for her.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

8 may 2023 Monday lunes getsuyoubi moon🐮🌗🌘🌒

heinous zipper on pillow covers I laid on it literally has peaks that are sharp spikes and I thought I was not laying on it and I pulled it probably have big deep scratches now. 8:56 pmpt

sobel westex. Whoever made the zippers are probably part of the child rapist rings and s*x trafficking of minors. Bcz hospitals have gynecologists who checked if they’re virgins or not so they can sell to millionaires. Liam neeson. Taken movie. Hospitals profit off of heinous zippers. 9:02 pmpt

9:04 pmpt the intrinsic value? Of a car is to “drive for miles and miles” and wind up at any door you want. Anyone who wants a car should know this already. The audience for she will beloved 🎶🎼🎵🎤 would know it. This isn’t a kids song introducing them to a car like the wheels on the bus go round and round. This is an adult song. So, why write I drove for miles and miles? Is it code for.. maybe... more than the usual trip to the grocery store or errand? Is this mystery beauty queen of only 18, like a rapunzel who was significantly far from his residence? 9:11 pmpt

“Brendan” lied to me about his age and he lied to his girlfriend about my age. People can get their license when they are 16. So, it’s a big deal to drive for miles and miles. And how do we know that she really was 18 years old? Why 18? Bcz his father was formerly a lawyer, and 18 is legal. But that don’t mean that she really was 18. 9:15 pmpt Jane I think was a grade or 2 younger than the incubus (incubus has been burning my ears 😖😭😫😩 9:16 pmpt). I read on Wikipedia Fred was a lawyer. But I couldn’t find it again recently. 9:17 pmpt incubus also worked on a tv show? Melrose place? I don’t know much. Something about coffee. 9:18 pmpt I read online back in 2017? That the incubus went with Jane to New York. She wrote it herself. But now I can’t find it. 9:20 am pt in early 2017? I think the day cold music video was released he did an interview, wearing a dark green knitted sweater with other colors like red on it? That she will beloved was written about a pair of friends. I read probably online b4 that interview that at least one line per song was written about someone he knew? Probably can’t find it anymore. Does he have any fans who can confirm that they found what I found? 9:23 pmpt

9:24 pmpt why was it important for him in 2017 to say this? After he got my attention? Bcz he had actually came to my place and showed me his face b4 I moved at the end of 2005 from blossom hill San Jose? Did he actually drive to my place in 2001? Is that why he failed guitar class? Why would a guy who played guitar in karas flowers with a record deal, FAIL guitar class? Bcz , he was absent. He probably flew to San Jose to see me. 9:28 pmpt FUZE? FUSE? YouTube interview. I posted screenshots and the link to the video here. 9:28 pmpt 9:29

9:33 pmpt (acid throat pain) also I think it was probably September 2005 my first real boyfriend broke up with me. And I had missed my period sometime b4 that. We never had unprotected s*x. I also missed my period once when I was 16 years old and I was a virgin until I got with my first real boyfriend when I was 19 years old. 9:35 pmpt so it’s possible that I was stressed out or if we believe in the Virgin Mary, maybe immaculate conception? With surrogacy. 9:37 pmpt 9:37 pmpt (acid brain pain).

9:39 pmpt vag acid pain. Incubus likes to fake me out. He hurt me a lot. So it’s highly probable that I’m only a decoy for someone else close by, like Q. 9:40 pmpt

9:43 pmpt and why would he lie about Jane being in oberlin Ohio? Why would he hide that he went to New York to be with Jane? 9:44 pmpt

9:57 pmpt a lot of my bones have been chipped away. And since 2017? I’ve heard a voice called me a b*txh. And I saw a sign that they were calling me trash. 10 pmpt

10:13 pmpt I think the incubus miñion broke the refrigerator as revenge for calling him a rapist of children. Garrido? Demon angels? It’s what you do duh people know you NOW! 10:15 pmpt the person who arranges for the crime to happen is as guilty as the person hired to commit it. Coordinating for the police to omit searching the sheds proves that god the demon lord incubus coordinates it to happen. 10:16 pmpt

10:19 pmpt I have seen it in past fictional tv dramas. So you think you can put smart me demon angel? Think again! 🤬😡 10:20 pmpt

11:21 pmpt so I guess those crimes child rape and human s*x trafficking of minors are actually forgiven by the rich 🤑 and famous Bcz David Scott cano is their king 🤴 and incubus demon lord god allows it and justified for it to happen? And they are all only virtue signaling. Also starving kids who were promised free lunches and breakfast 🥞 at schools 🏫. Hence Oklahoma and hot pockets (which formerly was very good/yummy) in the Bay Area. 11:24 pmpt the medical 🏥 professionals and police 👮‍♂️ are part of the s*x trafficking ring , I suspect, Bcz they bow 🙇 down to cano, I suspect- the link would be the Sierra LaMar case. 11:26 pmpt bone 🦴 saws 🪚 reeady video on his YouTube channel and he put me in a chokehold without choking me, in 2007 in the middle of making out with him I think 💭 on the side of road next to a forest 🌳. 11:28 pmpt

11:47 pmpt doctors 🥼 only care to do stuff for investors. People with money 💰. Cream with tang shirt 👕 incubus wore in the making of a music 🎶 video cold 🥶 ? Cash 💰 rules every thing around me. 11:49 am pt

11:51 pmpt Scott’s dad was an architect. Probably designed hospitals 🏥. Who knows. 11:52 pmpt

People at the hospitals 🏥 ignored my breathing problems intentionally. A person at the hospital 🏥 came to me when I was alone outside trying to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ and she told me I should hang myself. 12:02 am pt

1:30 am pt February last year was very hot in the Bay Area. Strange. Is all the ice melted in the North Pole? What are we going to do? If there aren’t two spots on the earth 🌎 opposite each other is ther going to be a big hole 🕳 bigger than a volcano 🌋 on one side? Is the earth 🌍 going to devour itself? 1:32 am pt like in the 2012 John cusack movie 🎥????

1:51 am pt abc news 📰 showed it’s going to get hot 🥵 again in the Bay Area. 1:52 am pt

2:17 am pt I don’t have friends and I don’t have a husband and I don’t have children 👶/offspring.

2:19 am pt they put stuff in my life to trick me. When I was a kid 👧 I had a laser disc movie 🎥 of mark twain clay mation with Adam and Eve and huckleberry fin and Tom Sawyer and Becky. And then there was Rachel Leigh cook Jonathan Taylor Thomas movie 🎥 I’m recalling now. 2:21 am pt is this bread crumbing? 2:22 am pt

2:25 am pt and when I was 7 years old sleeping 🛌 beauty was my favorite Disney movie 🎥. 2:26 am pt

A lot of psychological scam games they play. I understand now that they lied 🤥 to me to let me down. Build me up 🆙 to let me down. 2:28 am pt

2:38 am pt I wonder 💭 why Q went to a maroon 5 concert 🎵 in 2007 w/ ep and saki? Was he there? And she photoshopped my heaaad to look 👀 large in 2 photos? “Music is my boyfriend” on MySpace. She mentioned indirectly that she had s-X but didn’t say who. Mentioned referred to her light green eyes 👀 as “hazel.” Hazel eyes 👀 we were wasting time it was always you maroon 5 song 🎵 . Sam, Liza, gio.. they probably don’t look 👀 like me. Wishful thinking 💭 on my part. I guess my head got too big psychologically to even believe for a little while. 2:44 am pt I got beat up 🤕 so bad after I posted those picture links. (Breast pain 2:45 am pt I think 💭 they made those smaller in the last 24 hours.) 2:46 am pt feeling raw.left ankle pain.

3:09 am pt incubus demon lord, his family and friends and associates and assistants demon angels all don’t care when innocent people are falsely accused of crimes they didn’t commit. It fits into capitalism. Bcz then more lawyers get jobs. It aids in turnover which is part of capitalism. 3:12 am pt.

3:14 am pt his incubus magic 🪄 also gets rid women. Trick them into doing unnatural things. Trick straight (acid throat pain 3:15 am pt) men into doing unnatural things. 3:16 am pt these days incubus can get away with rape of autistic women and say that they are schizophrenic. It was in the news 📰 scientist 👨‍🔬 found autism linked to schizophrenia. In time for Shannon Ruth and maybe me? (Acid brain 🧠? Pain. Stabbing groin pain 3:19 am pt) convenient for doctors 🥼 medical 🏥 professionals and incubus to get away with rape and s*x trafficking of minors. 3:20 am pt

3:49 am pt no one cares about the Sierra LaMar case. Or me. Seems like nothing has changed. Who is reading 📖 my blog? 3:50 am pt 3:51 am pt incubus is having fun 🤩. Carter is having fun 🤩. Scott is probably having fun 🤩. I’ve been celibate for too long. And now it looks as if I’m going to lose it all. 3:53 am pt it’s like that s*x and The city 🌃 episode with the nun and breast cancer ♋️. 3;53 am pt

4:01 am pt the rich 🤑 and famous don’t care 🤷🏻‍♀️ about child 👶 rape and s*x trafficking of minors. 4:02 am pt they pay 💰 off hospitals 🏥 and cops 👮‍♂️ after they commit their crimes. 4:03 am pt

4:11 am pt I saw slum dog 🐶 millionaire. Was there prostitution of an 11 year old girl 👧 named cherry 🍒? Ick 4:13 am pt

4:26 am pt I might have been told by a white lady that she went ton a date with a 25 year old white man 👨 when she was 14 years old. She admitted she was too young. I wish I could her ask her again about it so I can make certain about it. 4:28 am pt guys try to get away with all sorts of things.

5:09 am pt I was tricked into doing things and I would regret anything and everything I ever did immediately afterwards and feel shame and remorse everyday of my life and look 👀 down on the ground before and almost every day of my life after getting punched. And all the kids in elementary school 🏫 wrote to me saying I am so quiet and shy 🙈 were their observations of me. 5:13 am pt

I felt that way all my life. And I am still punished. Even though I already punished myself. 5:14 am pt repenting I thought 💭 meant feeling ashamed and sorry. But I guess I found out too late that it don’t. 5:15 am pt

5:18 am pt Adam Noah Levine is a liar 🤥 he’s like all the other animal 🦔 guys. Bold faced liar 🤥. He really looks like a thug with that phohawk. 5:19 am pt

5:20 he’s a bully to Jane Herman. Oberlin ohio. Seriously 😐?! 5:21 am pt

5:49 am pt oh he’s trying to be sly and doing quotation marks with his fingers. I still read that Jane wrote something I read that n 2017 that isn’t up anymore that he went with her there and that they were in love 🥰. 5:51 am pt

5:53 am pt I thought 💭 he got the dove tattoo 6 days after 9/11 Bcz he was there when it happened. Why go to New York if it wasn’t for Jane ? She graduated from a New York college in 2002. It’s too much of a coincidence. No. He went there for Jane Herman. He’s trying to be tricky and give me anxiety. *********~>|€~^{€~^~^<€ I’m trying to imitate how people cuss online. 5:56 am pt

W6 am I also found something online that they dated in 2001.

8:41 am pt if Q is really the incubus’ wife and behati is her surrogate, then maybe incubus has a very small d*ck. Left arm pain. Bcz obviously 🙄 he hates me. All those photos are probably photoshopped. The ones showing his crotch. And a lot of people question the people who likes the incubus’ voice. It’s not really maroon 5 itself as a band. It’s his voice. 8:44 am pt

8:45 am pt we don’t know if all his fans are under an evil 🦹‍♂️ wicked spell (head pain 8:46 am pt left hip bone 🦴 bone 🦴 pain) to like his voice and to think 💭 his crotch p*nis is big when it’s really not. 8:47 am pt I tried asking Maryka how big it was Bcz he sent her dick pictures. “Brendan” told me on the phone ☎️ that he is 6 inches long. Maryka never answered and blocked me. 8:49 am pt

8:52 am pt “Brendan” also said he wanted 4 kids. And I tried to wrap my brain 🧠 around the idea 💡 of being (left ankle pain 8:54 am pt) of being pregnant 🤰 4 times.

8:56 am pt I believe that Adam Noah Levine is not a good person. I don’t see it anymore. All I see is him lying 🤥 and acting 🎭 all the time. So it makes the part that seemed gentle and nice look phony now. All I think now about all the times he insulted people and hurt me. 8:58 am pt and scared me. It looks like he’s phony. Pretending to be nice. 8:59 am pt 9 am pt that’s the only way I see him now. And that everything else is a public relationship stunt.

9:01 am pt he has a lot to cover up for for example demon angels telling men to rape 6 year olds and 11 year olds and 14 year olds and s*x trafficking of minors possibly Sierra LaMar and others like her and “Brendan” with me. And to cover up 🆙 with me he wants to make me feel and think 💭 I’m crazy but torturing me peeling my bones 🦴 away. That’s his way of covering for s*x offenders. Bcz the s*c offenders matter more to him Bcz he is one of them. 9:05 am pt and it’s never going to change. He tries to cover up 🆙 by having girls and campaigning himself as a girl dad. Pretty pretty princess 👑. 9:06 am pt and he’s vilified me so everyone helps get rid of the evidence. 9:07 am pt you all are accomplices of child rape. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ how many more ways I can say it. 9:08 am pt vag stabbed. Ow 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵

10:51 am pt anyone who screws people over are whores duh 😒 10:52 am pt but all the whores won. I’ve been celibate for too long.

10:53 the miñion made me sick again and is still hurting me a lot. He has motive to kill me Bcz he’s a rapist of children 👶. Same team as the demon angels who coordinated Jaycee dugard’s rape. Same tactics. 10:55 am pt

not going to ever stop saying it nope. 10:55 am pt I have no reason to. I have so many reasons to keep going. Brendan Lean. “Brendan” . Brendan lean’s cousin in San Diego who is probably heather Hampton. Which is why she is maroon 5 princess 👸🏻 maroon 5 queen 👸🏻. Too many connections. All roads lead to incubus = Adam Noah Levine. 10:57 am pt 10:58 am pt everyone, who profited off of covid get used to your new name and isn’t be in denial anymore: whores and child rapist accomplices. S*x offender accomplices. Bcz that’s what you are when you desolated anyone who could have been a child rape victim or a victim of a s*x offender. 11 am pt that’s what the symbols mean that are tied to my birth. That’s the only purpose of my birth is to be a victim of s*x offenders. And incubus is the biggest s*x offender but he has the power and money 💰 to dictate to people what to do including ignoring victims. It’s the same thing again but he’s sophisticated: he vilifys the victims . Isn’t that what all villains 🦹‍♂️ Do? What other motive they have? To do cruel things? Maybe someone’s dog 🐶 bit someone’s kid? And then someone shoots or kicks the dog 🐶? I didn’t bite! But Scott bit me. He can movie men permission and magic 🪄 (date rape drugs) to rape people. What a wicked way to have s*x. And you all stand by carter and people like him? Incubus admits he’s incubus. He gave me signs 🪧 he is incubus. In 2001 he gave me signs he’s incubus. And he made me sick 🤕. We don’t have children together. But he used me like a whore. 11:07 am pt I was too nice to him. He is a d*ck. 11:08 am pt you stand by and watch me deteriorate and you stand by carter? You’re all accomplices of s*x offenders. Horrible people. He said any part of me thats nice/kind came from him. How do we know that ain’t carter too? That all I’ve (incubus changed words again: nice parts 11:22 am pt) parts came from him. And all mean parts came from carter? 11:10 am pt. I’m frustrated with all of you. I wish he would cut off my head. I don’t want to be a slave of this economy. My life sucked socially and I was always in discomfort. One way or another. 11:11 am pt

11:23 am pt you all stand by your excuses Bcz you’re all guilty of profiting off of destruction of children 👶 including child rape. You act nice to their faces but during the apocalypse you are all saying bad stuff happened to them Bcz they’re all and so you choose not to be sorry but to their face you say sorry. 11:25 am pt

12:13 pmpt I didn’t like what I read about husbands making wives drink dirt. It was on a website about polygamist Jewish husbands. 12:14 pmpt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if it’s true. It was the first time I tried to look up stuff about Jews and marriage.

12:16 pmpt if someone hurts me naturally I am going to hate. 12:16 pmpt at least I felt remorse and mortified after I made mistakes. 12:17 pmpt

12:24 pmpt I NEVER 👎 grabbed anyone’s vagina!

12:25 pmpt trump’s verdict is on the news 📰. He is liable of rape. He went to a store 🏬 and ordered a woman 👩🏼 into the dressing room for privacy and she was stupid to trust him. 12:27 pmpt

[a-is-for-abel]

"“I’m moving.” He froze, glancing up at his friend. The other boy’s eyes were gleaming with suppressed sobs, breath hitching and jaw clenched. “Mom got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

Inspired by this prompt by @givethispromptatry

Sand and shells crunched under the belly of the kayak as it ran aground. With a wobble and a curse he tumbled into the water, paddle floating away from him and kayak shooting off in the opposite direction.

"Fuck."

He scrambled to collect both, tossing the paddle up onto the beach and grabbing the handle at the bow of the kayak to tow it onto shore.

"You're late."

He rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to see Warren in all his cut-offs and sandals glory. "And you're early."

Warren crossed his arms. "I'm literally the most on time, dude."

"Whatever, just-- Help me grab the stuff."

He popped open the watertight chamber in front of the seat and reached into the belly of the kayak, all while Warren struggled to pull the backpack out from under the cage of bungee cords at the front.

"Just unhook them, dude," he said, his cellphone and two unopened cream sodas finally in hand.

"Don't tell me how to do it."

"It's not going to--"

"Shit!" Warren yelped, recoiling and clutching his hand.

"Told you."

Warren flicked him off, but turned to do what he said anyway.

"Come on, suns gonna start setting soon." He grabbed his backpack from Warren and stuffed the drinks and his phone inside.

"What? Afraid of some gators?"

"No," he said. "Rather a gator than my dad."

Warren grimaced. "He still got you on that curfew?"

"Yup."

He picked his way through the mangrove thicket that cut the beach off from the rest of the spoil island. The roots of the black mangroves jutted up like fingers through the sand and the stilts of the red mangroves tried their best to snag his feet as he ducked under the sprawling web of an orb weaver hidden in their midst. Thankfully, it cleared out past the initial wall of foliage, becoming more barren with only the occasional thicket.

He remembered when his dad had led them through here the first time and explained that the mangroves kept the spoil islands standing. That when hurricanes and storms threatened to wash them away, their roots would act like a little army, keeping off any barrage and harboring whatever took up shelter under them.

He frowned. His dad and him hadn't come out here since--

"Fuck, fuck, fu--" Warren sputtered behind him, high-pitched.

"Web?" he asked, glancing back to see Warren flinching away from a tree.

"Yeah, fuck--" Warren brushed his arms off frantically and patted at his hair. "Fucking spiders all over the fucking place, man. They call it Mosquito Lagoon, but it really should be spider god damn la-- Fuck!"

"Nice one, ‘spider god damn la-fuck’ really has a special sort of ring to it."

Warren shot him a glare and dusted off his shoulders and the front of his shirt with quick flicks. "You owe me for psychological damages..."

"Come on, we used to come out here all the time."

"When I was like ten! And with your dad!" Warren cowered away from another web that sprawled from a lone tree. "And I didn't have as much free real estate for a spider to like, you know-- Crawl all over me or whatever."

"Free real estate?"

"Yeah, you know the whole--" Warren gestured vaguely. "The meme."

"God, please stop," he groaned. "That shits like, what, twenty-seventeen? That's like ancient history, man."

"It's a classic."

"Sure," he muttered. "A classic."

"Whatever, man, you're just not cultured."

He scoffed. "That's definitely it."

The other end of the island unfolded into a drop-off, all coquina and shells packed tightly together and built up into a mound that cut off abruptly into nothing. It was the highest point of the island-- of most of the spoils out here honestly-- even though it's small cliff had been eaten away and eroded over time, shrinking and shifting as the island shrank with the waves.

Dropping his backpack, he sat and dangled his legs over the edge, shoes knocking back against the coquina with a scratchy rasp. Warren plopped down beside him, keeping his legs folded and away from the plunge. Not that it was much of a sheer cliff. Only about eight feet down at the most, but enough that it felt like a lot. Compared to the average of three feet below sea level for the rest of the mainland; eight feet felt pretty fucking huge.

The tide lapped at the base of the island, the water hissing and coiling, writhing and alive where it squirmed through the holes bored through the coquina face and back out with a soft crackle. Crabs, tiny and mottled, darted in and around the rocks and he could see finger mullet, their scales flashing as they turned and twisted with the waves.

"You tied up your kayak, right?" Warren asked.

"Naw, but it should be fine. I pulled it up pretty far."

"I'm not sharing if you get stuck out here."

He frowned, shooting Warren his best puppy dog eyes. "You'd leave me out here?"

"Yes."

He chuckled. "Fair."

Seagulls drifted in lazy circles far overhead, the occasional cry working its way down to them as the birds banked with the wind, following the gusts up to where they could catch a glimpse of a meal beneath the water. One wheeled down in a sudden arc, wings folded close to its side as it plummeted, beak first, into the water with a snap and then back out with a spray.

"Man, tough luck..." Warren said. "Hate whenever they miss. Makes me feel kinda bad."

"They're just gonna go do what the rest do and steal some fries at the jetty once they realize it's easier than doing this."

"Yeah, but it's like-- I don't know, man. Just wish he'd get a win."

"You don't even know him!"

"I feel like we have a connection." Warren pointed at where the seagull had gone back to patrolling the waters. "Me and seagull number one thousand and three, we're like this--" He crossed his fingers.

"Shut up," he snorted.

They watched the seagull try again and fail.

Warren started up a running commentary after the third attempt, cupping a hand over his mouth to imitate the slight grain of a sports announcer's microphone as he dramatized the whole thing. When the seagull finally managed to snag a fish Warren cheered, arms thrown up in a touchdown motion that he copied with a grin.

"Hell yeah, dude!" Warren high-fived him.

"Where's all that enthusiasm for when you're at my games?" he asked.

"Come on, dude, you know I always cheer the loudest. You're just too far out on the field to hear me."

"I'm sure that's what it is."

"Whatever, man-- What'd you bring anyway?" Warren grabbed his backpack and began rummaging through it. "Oh shit! Gummy bears, dude! And the good kind, hell yeah!"

"Yeah, grabbed them before I came here. That's why I was late, idiot."

Warren tore open the package. "Crimes forgiven, man. This is worth it."

"Give me that--" He pulled his backpack out of Warren's lap. "I also got some soda, but I guess all you care about is your precious little bears."

"Naw, naw-- Hand that over."

"Rude much?"

"What? You want me to kiss you on the lips for it first, bro?"

He laughed. "Now, that would be the polite thing to do."

Warren puckered his lips at him and then snatched the soda. "Fuck off."

"Not even a little kiss?" he teased.

"You dragged me out to spider-fuck-nowhere, while it's ass fucking hot out and where it smells like rotting fish taint-- Just to watch the fucking sunset, when we could have sat on my roof and done the exact same thing-- You expect a kiss for that?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. Bro code."

Warren snorted. "Hand me a bottle opener, dip shit."

He popped open his own bottle and passed it over to Warren, who struggled for a moment before finally getting it with a triumphant 'whoop'. The mixture of saccharine flavored soda and the slight rotting stench of algae, and whatever else the lagoon had to offer, wasn't exactly pleasant, but it wasn't terrible. It was familiar.

It was homely in it's off kilter sort of way.

"So, why'd you bring me out here anyways?" Warren asked.

He sighed and kicked his heel back against the coquina. "I’m moving.”

Warren sucked in sharply and he glanced over at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the water below his feet. "Dad got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

"Dude…"

"I didn't know how to tell you. I just--"

"Is that why you decided it'd be a good idea to sneak out and go to that dumb party with me?" Warren asked, frowning.

"I figured it would be one of the last chances I had to do something fun, you know. Here. Before I just-- Leave all this shit forever. I mean, we're moving to fucking Ohio, man. Where the fuck am I gonna find a party on an island out there?"

"Right…"

"And look, fuck my dad--"

"Jake--"

"No, fuck him-- He didn't even--" he huffed. "Things were looking up, man. Varsity lacrosse in sophomore year, that's huge, dude. And I wasn't just the fucking loser kid in the back of class anymore and he just--"

"Works rough here, dude..." Warren cut him off, sighing. "Space programs taking a shit. Whole island's taking a shit, really. Plenty of people left the first time NASA tanked, remember? It's just… it happens, man."

"So, you're just fine with it then?" he asked, brows furrowing. "We're never going-- I'm never going to see you again and you're just okay with that?"

"It's not forever!" Warren said, throwing out his hands. "There's planes, man! It's the twenty first fucking century. We got phones, dude. We'll stay in touch."

He grit his teeth and looked down.

"Jake, bro. C'mon-- Look at me."

He met Warren's eyes.

"It's gonna be okay, dude." Warren said, smile wide, and he could see the little falter at the edges, but he didn't call him on it. "Look--" Warren held up his bottle. "We'll cheers on it."

"Cheers on what?"

"To staying in touch, to meeting up in the future. To staying friends and all that, I don't know."

"To you finally getting a boyfriend?"

"Actually, you know what, I'm not going to miss you at all."

"Come on--" he grinned, nudging Warren with his shoulder. "You'll miss me."

"Yeah," Warren chuckled, looking down with a small smile. "I will..."

His fingers tightened around the glass bottle in his hand, bottom lip threatening to worry between his teeth. "Look, let's do your dumb cheers thing before it gets too sentimental or whatever."

Warren sighed, seeming to shake himself off before raising his soda bottle above his head and towards the slowly setting sun. "To us."

"To us?" He wrinkled his nose. "Isn't that kinda cheesy?"

"Just shut up and do it."

"Fine..." he grumbled with a grin, raising his bottle to clink against Warren's. "To us."

--

//photo credit// me and my phone c. 2020 //

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Corruption

“Corruption” conjures images of bags of cash changing hands in deserted parking garages, but I’d like to propose a simple and concrete definition that goes beyond that: “Corruption” is when something bad happens because its harms are diffused and its gains are concentrated.

Here’s what I mean. West Virginia is known as coal country, but coal is actually a small, dwindling industry in WV; WV’s biggest industry is chemical processing, dominated by Dow — chem processing, like many industries, is heavily concentrated into a few global monopolies.

WV has a water crisis, with frequent “boil water” advisories. Its origins are in the chemical industry — specifically, in a regulatory proceeding where state regulators sought comment on whether to relax the EPA’s national guidelines on chemical runoff into drinking water.

Dow, acting through the manufacturers’ association it controls, argued the people of WV could absorb more poison than the national average because they were much fatter than the median American, and when they drank, it was mostly beer, not water.

https://washingtonmonthly.com/2019/03/14/the-real-elitists-looking-down-on-trump-voters/

No, really.

Here’s the thing. I’m not qualified to set the safe levels of different kinds of runoff in water-tables. It’s probably not zero (at least, not for most chemicals), but it’s also not “anything goes.”

It’s a question that requires subtle, interdisciplinary expertise: chemistry, health, environmental science. It’s an area where people of good faith can disagree.

These thorny, high-stakes technical questions that cross disciplines are the norm, not the exception.

Even if you have the technical knowhow to evaluate whether wearing masks fights covid, that doesn’t answer questions about vaccine safety, or whether zoom-school will turn your kid into an ignoramus.

Answer those questions and you’re left with still more: should you get in one of Southwest’s recertified Boeing 737-Max airplanes? Is the code specifying the reinforced steel joist that holds up your roof adequate, or is your building gonna collapse?

Should you eat carbs? Will your 401k preserve you through a dignified retirement? Answering all of these questions definitively for yourself requires earning 50+ PhDs, but also, people who have those PhDs don’t all agree with one another.

In a technologically complex world, there will always be official advice whose technical arguments we can’t understand. Our only reassurance is the process by which that advice is arrived at.

We may not understand the arguments, but we can recognize an open, independent process refereed by neutral regulators who show their work and recuse themselves if they have a conflict of interest.

We don’t always understand what goes on inside the box, but we can tell whether the box itself is sound. We can tell judges are financially interested in outcomes, whether they publish their deliberations, whether they revisit their conclusions in light of new evidence.

That’s all we’ve got, and it depends on a balance of powers that arises from a pluralistic, diffused set of industrial interests.

When an industry says with one voice that West Virginians are so fat that we can poison them without injury, it carries a lot of weight.

(so to speak)

It’s a stupid argument. It’s a wicked argument. It’s a lethal argument. It’s the kind of argument that might get you laughed out of the room if it is filled with hundreds of squabbling chemical companies looking to dunk on one another.

That’s the thing about conspiracies (and Dow was, in fact, engaged in a conspiracy to poison West Virginians to enrich its shareholders) — they require a lot of discipline, with all the conspirators remaining loyal to the conspiracy and no one breaking ranks.

The bigger a group is, the more it struggles to keep a united front. That’s why there’s so much billionaire class solidarity. Sure, it’s hard to maintain unity among a clutch of grandiose maniacs, but it’s much harder to maintain unity among billions of their victims.

Monopolization is corruption’s handmaiden — not just because it lets Dow hire fancy lawyers and “experts” to dress up “fat people are immune to poison” as sound policy, but because the industry can sing that awfful song with one voice.

Dow spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to win a policy that will save it millions — and cost the people of WV hundreds of millions or even billions in health costs, lost productivity, and, of course, the intergenerational trauma of ruined and lost human lives.

The reason millions in gains can trump billions in losses is that that the millions are reaped by just a few firms, who can wield them with precision to secure the continued right to impose costs on the rest of us, while the losses are spread out across the whole state.

For Dow to corrupt West Virginia’s legislature, it need only tithe a small percentage of its winnings to political causes and dark money orgs.

For West Virginians to fight corruption in the cash-money world of political influence campaigns, they have to overcome their collective action problem and outspend Dow — all while bearing the human and monetary costs of Dow’s corruption.

America is a land of manifest, obvious dysfunctions, and close examination reveals their common root in corruption.

Take the health-care system: Americans pay more for worse outcomes than anyone else in the rich world.

Their healthcare is rationed by faceless, cruel bureaucracies. They ration their medicine or skip necessary procedures. Patients hate this — but so do doctors and nurses, who have to hire armies of bureaucrats to fight with insurers.

Everyone hates this system. Everyone knows it’s rotten. Everyone — except for a handful of pharma, hospital and insurance monopolists, and the propagandists they pay to busily race through the crowd, busily swapping hats and shouting, “SOCIALISM! BOO! SOCIALISM!”

But while the US healthcare system is terrible at providing healthcare, it’s very good at jackpotting for monopolists. They reap billions while costing the public trillions, and they hand around millions to keep that situation intact.

We can see that in action right now. Nina Turner is running to take over a Congressional seat in northeastern Ohio vacated by Marcia Fudge when she joined Biden’s cabinet.

https://www.dailyposter.com/dems-launch-proxy-war-on-medicare-for-all/

For 30 years, every Congressional rep for Ohio’s 11th supported Medicare for All — a commensense measure to end the long waits, price gouging and cruel bureaucratic rationing of for-profit care. Unsurprisingly, Turner also supports M4A.

https://twitter.com/ninaturner/status/1404793650895331337?s=20

In response, a group of corporate, establishment Congressional Dems have launched an all-out attack on Turner’s candidacy, joining forces with health-care lobbyists to raise vast corporate fortunes to support her primary challenger, Shontel Brown.

The seven Dem lawmakers attacking Turner have collectively taken in $5m from pharma and health-care monopolists. James E Clyburn alone has pocketed $1m from pharma. He’s leading the charge against Turner.

https://twitter.com/TaylorPopielarz/status/1405121330433957888

Before Clyburn accepted $1m worth of pharma money, he co-sponsored Medicare For All legislation. Now he’s its most bitter opponent, insisting that it’s political poison (a majority of his constituents support M4A).

https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/2020-election/live-blog/south-carolina-primary-live-updates-democrats-vote-2020-candidates-n1145296/ncrd1146076

One million people in Ohio lost their jobs — and health care — during the pandemic. The system is murdering and maiming people. It’s a wasteful boondoggle that’s bad for everyone except a tiny minority of shareholders and the corrupt officials who accept their blood-money.

It’s not just healthcare. Think of Exxon Mobil’s crime against humanity and Earth: the 40-year coverup and disinformation campaign to delay action on the climate emergency. Exxon spent millions, made tens of billions, and cost us all trillions.

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2021/jun/30/climate-crisis-crime-fossil-fuels-environment

The megadroughts, once-in-millennium heatwaves, raging wildfires, annual floods-of-the-century and zoonitic plagues Exxon bought with their millions were objectively a very bad deal — but their concentrated gains beat our much larger diffused losses (so far). #ExxonKnew.

But corruption creates policy debt, and the interest on that debt compounds — in a degraded environment, worsening health, precarious work, and a collapse in trust in institutions. The corrupt have a structural advantage, but it’s not a sure thing.

Take Ohio (again). The GOP-dominated Senate passed legislation to ban Ohio cities from offering municipal broadband. Now, municipal broadband is the best internet in America: cheaper, faster and more reliable than anything the telecoms monopolists offer.

There are ~900 (mostly Republican) towns and counties where people get their internet from their local government:

https://muninetworks.org/communitymap

And they fucking love it, just as much as their Comcast-burdened peers elsewhere hate their service:

https://web.archive.org/web/20180808223947/https://www.consumerreports.org/phone-tv-internet-bundles/people-still-dont-like-their-cable-companies-telecom-survey/

Muni networks are better at everything to do with the internet: connection speeds, price, and customer service. There’s only one area in which they underperform relative to telecoms monopolies: generating profits for shareholders by overcharging and underinvesting.

There’s only a tiny minority of people who’d trade good internet service for profitable internet service (namely, the people receiving the profits). But the pro-monopolists have concentrated gains, while the public experiences diffused losses.

That’s why the Ohio Senate passed its budget bill banning municipal networks. But when the budget was reconciled in the Ohio House, the measure was killed, thanks to an all-out uprising led by the people of Fairlawn, who stepped up to defend Fairlawngig, their muni ISP.

The victory for muni broadband is a triumph of evidence over corruption — proof that the diffused nature of corruption losses can be overcome. It’s cause for hope, especially in light of this week’s collapse of the antitrust case against Facebook.

https://www.wired.com/story/ftc-antitrust-case-against-facebook-very-much-alive/

Facebook escaped justice by citing the theories of Robert Bork, Nixon’s chief criminal co-conspirator and Ronald Reagan’s court sorcerer. Bork insisted that anittrust law had but one purpose: to keep prices down.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/28/dubious-quant-residue/#incinerators-r-us

Any other consideration, especially political corruption arising from market concentration, was out of scope.

The court agreed. No surprise; 40% of the US Federal judiciary has attended a lavish “Manne Seminar,” junkets where they are indoctrinated into Borkism.

But the absurdity of ruling that Facebook isn’t a fit subject for anti-monopoly law is the beginning of the end for Borkism, prompting bipartisan calls — led by Elizabeth Warren — to explicitly redesign American antitrust.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/other/facebooks-surprise-antitrust-victory-could-inspire-congress-to-overhaul-the-rules-entirely/ar-AALCJz8

Corruption has many costs: monetary, human, environmental. But every bit as important is the cost to institutional credibility. Remember, none of us are capable of understanding the technical nuances of the dozens of life-or-death decisions we face daily.

If we can’t trust our institutions — if we don’t believe that regulators are neutral, good-faith experts in ardent pursuit of the truth and the public good — then our very idea of shared reality collapses, as Snowden has written:

https://edwardsnowden.substack.com/p/conspiracy-pt1

It’s hard to overstate the sheer, reeling epistemological terror of institutional collapse. When the EPA allows the chemical industry to poison America, how can you know whether the products in the store can be trusted not to kill your family?

https://theintercept.com/2021/06/30/epa-pesticides-exposure-opp/

Remember, the Flint water crisis came about as the result of corruption: the promises of “experts” that taking shortcuts to save money would come out all right, despite the copious evidence to the contrary.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flint_Water_Crisis

What parent of a permanently damaged child, poisoned by lead deliberately introduced to save pittances for a tiny group of people, could ever trust any “expert” process again?

Michigan Republicans saved millions at the expense of billions, but the gains were concentrated among the wealthy white taxpayers of the state who enjoyed cuts to the top marginal rate, and the costs were born by the Black families of Flint. That’s corruption.

[coolcatteacher]

12 Ideas From the End of School that Work All Year Long

The end of the school year can be so exciting and give us ideas for great teaching. Jillian DuBois talks about her end of the school year and from the conversation we have twelve inspiring ideas for classrooms everywhere including:

how to use the element of surprise in learning

vocabulary building ideas

watching bald eagles and teaching ideas about them

how eagles fly higher on turbulent winds

how to know children in even a very large class

and more.

Show notes and transcript: https://www.coolcatteacher.com/e783 

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New 10 Minute Teacher Podcast episode

[intellixsoftware1]

The Key Benefits of Kids Coding Classes in Ohio

Introduction

In an increasingly tech-driven world, teaching children to code is not just a valuable skill but an essential one. Kids Coding Class Ohio offers numerous advantages that extend far beyond computer screens. Let's explore the primary benefits of enrolling your child in a coding class in Ohio.

1. Enhanced Problem-Solving Skills

At its core, coding is all about problem-solving. Ohio's coding classes teach kids how to break down complex issues into manageable steps. Through coding, children learn logical thinking, problem analysis, and solution development. These skills transcend coding, providing invaluable tools for excelling in school and facing everyday challenges.

2. Fostering Creativity and Innovation

Coding serves as a canvas for creativity. In coding classes, kids are encouraged to turn their imaginative ideas into reality through programming. Whether it's creating games, apps, or websites, coding allows children to express themselves and unleash their creativity. This cultivates a sense of accomplishment and encourages innovative thinking, which can be applied to various aspects of life.

3. A Path to Future Opportunities

In a world with a high demand for technology professionals, coding stands as a vital skill that opens doors to various career paths. Ohio's economy is flourishing, and many businesses are seeking individuals with coding skills. Introducing children to coding at a young age gives them a competitive edge in the job market.

4. Development of Critical Thinking and Precision

Coding requires precise instructions and a keen eye for detail. Children must write code accurately to achieve the intended outcomes, teaching them meticulousness and the importance of focusing on the task at hand.

Conclusion

Kids Coding Class Ohio offers a wide array of benefits, ranging from honing problem-solving and creativity to preparing for future careers and developing critical thinking skills. By introducing your child to coding, you are not only equipping them for the future but also providing essential life skills that will serve them well in their chosen paths.

[mitigatedchaos]

Re: Using corrugated metal pipes as tunnels:

[previous post]

So the most recent development sketch for Misneyland is the village ring, and it’s portrayed above.  (Technically I can create much more sophisticated 3D models than that, but I’m not going to do so for a Tumblr post, unless someone wants to pay for a 40 manhour version.)

The village ring was developed to solve turning radius and fire hose length requirements for contemporary fire engines, which are included in common fire codes.

Each village has an outer tree berm.  This cuts down on noise, and the upwards slope conceals truck traffic beyond.  The next layer is a one-way, one-lane road for full-size automobiles and access by emergency vehicles, including fire trucks and ambulances.  A sidewalk is provided in part for potentially routing around damaged vehicles.  Garages are half-buried in the tree berm.  Every house has a garage for a full-size auto.  The next layer is a backyard, followed by a house.  (The depicted houses are duplexes.) 

The layer after that is where it gets interesting - this is a multi-mode path for golf carts, electric scooters, bicycles, and pedestrians.  This path actually marks the “front” of the house.  The houses are arranged in this kind of circle to provide a town feeling, with just enough landscaping on either side to allow for a bit of expression and creativity.  We might like it to feel a bit like you’re living on a small street in Tokyo - but with a bigger personal yard, and regular access to a full-size car.

Residents should feel that they can just walk right out their front door or on a bike, and get on the path to visit a friend or central store in the development or nearby areas.

We then have another house, backyard + garages, one-way road, and a central park.

[ @florescent--luminescence ]

there are golf cart tunnels in my hometown (no,  really) and a lot of them are made from giant corrugated pipes so idt  they're too expensive at all

This is good information and I’m glad you brought it to my attention.  I looked it up and suppliers will just sell you 50-year-rated 8-foot diameter galvanized steel pipe for exactly that use case.  It’s also possible to get some thermal insulation by setting it underground.  One could even stick two next to each other - one for each direction of travel.

My thoughts here have less to do with golf carts as a form of transportation, and more to do with golf carts as a tool for providing an experience (which also happens to sell housing).

Here’s a golf cart tunnel in The Villages, generally used for going underneath major roads.  It feels like an underground bunker (for golf carts).  Above-ground paths are sunny and green, with palm trees rising up from the landscaping.  Peach Tree City’s paths look like this.

If you think that looks like, say, the Erie Canal Towpath Trail in Ohio, you wouldn’t be wrong, at least on summer days that aren’t overcast.

My view is that different forms of transport have different kinds and amounts of charisma.  The most charismatic form of transport is probably either the sailing ship or the steam locomotive - by the way, the Towpath intersects with the Cuyahoga Valley Scenic Railway.  Cars, particularly powerful and fast cars, have their own form of charisma.

To convince people to use golf carts and invest in a golf cart based development, in my view one should draw out the natural charisma of the golf cart as a form of transit.

Close to the ground.

Less separation from the surrounding environment.

Top speed of 20 mph is closer to the speed of a horse than the speed of a car - more traditional scale of environment

Vehicle itself is small, cute.

Thus the title Misneyland (originally a joke about a Mitigated Chaos amusement park).  The cart concept was inspired by an urbanist’s statement that America’s built environment is scaled to the automobile - the original post jokes about an environment scaled to the size of a golf cart.

The cart path should be “scenic” - carts are less imposing on their environment, and thus there should be lots of vegetation, cart-scaled features (such as bridges and signs), and architectural details that are visible when cruising along at 15 mph (so probably traditional architectures for many buildings).  Golf carts as a first-class transport option.

We can view this like a theme park, experienced from the front, where full-size autos are a “back stage” thing, moving mulch, heavy objects, families with 28 kids, etc.  Unlike left-wing opposition to full-size autos, I actually think cars are amazing (due in part to the number of destinations they can reach per minute), and expect most households in this setup will have a car.

The golf cart is just a car on a more human scale.

Anyhow, the problem with building the tunnels is it’s not scenic at all to spend 15 minutes driving through a corrugated metal tube. 

On the other hand, surface golf cart paths are so cheap that we can almost ignore the price of the surface path and just assume we have a matching surface path for every tunnel path.  In that case, it may be worth it to have a matching underground path for every surface path just for use in the winter.

[shannendoherty-fans]

People, September 9th 1991

High School Confidential

By Tom Gliatto and Michael Alexander.

Photos by Mark Sennett.

Beverly Hills, 90210 Gets Its Heat from a Dangerously Cute Cast of TV's Hottest New Stars CONFIDENTIAL MEMO: FROM: The Vice Principal TO: The Faculty, High School U.S.A. I'm sure I don't need to remind you what happened when we didn't prepare for Bart Simpson last fall. The school was flooded with rude, antieducational T-shirts. Some cows were had. Well, as a new school year gets under way, I believe we face another daunting challenge: Brace yourselves for Beverly Hills, 90210. That's the Fox drama about unworldly twin teens Brandon and Brenda Walsh (played by Jason Priestley and Shannen Doherty), recent transferees from Minneapolis to the Hills of Beverly. There they struggle to assimilate into the fast-lane lifestyle of West Beverly Hills High School, where the kids come equipped with BMWs, call waiting and designer surfboards. In the process, the teens examine their emerging identities and the problems that adolescents everywhere face.

The show languished in the Nielsen ratings against Thursday powerhouse Cheers last year. But Fox had no replacement, so it stayed. While we were on summer vacation, new 90210 episodes began airing, and the show landed in the Top 20, becoming the most popular show among teenagers. To some extent, I take responsibility for having ignored 90210. I made the mistake of reading newspaper critics instead of my daughter's diary, and so I believed, as Howard Rosenberg sniffed in the Los Angeles Times, that the show was merely a "ZIP code for stereotypes and stock characters." Little did I know that this show would mesmerize teens by doing emotionally realistic shows that involved adolescent rebellion, alcoholic; parents, a breast-cancer scare and plenty of worrisome teen sex. "Most shows for adolescents," says 90210 creator Darren Star, "seem like they are written by 50-year-olds who think teenagers behave like 7-year-olds."

It also doesn't hurt that the show's male stars, Priestley and Luke Perry (who plays brooding loner Dylan McKay), are "to die for," as my daughter puts it. These two have each been receiving about 1,500 fan letters a week. So be vigilant: Surely some of these will be written by our students...during class! And I'm afraid that 90210 is only going to get bigger with our kids, if producer Aaron Spelling is to be believed. "I thought The Mod Squad and Charlie's Angels got a lot of publicity in their heyday," says Spelling, whose company produced those shows, "but it doesn't compare to this. It's crazy. We have merchandising coming out of our ears"—a complete line of T-shirts, beach towels, notebooks, etc. "And now these actors can't walk down the street!"

Or even streak through malls. You probably saw those alarming news reports about a frenzied mob of 10,000 fans that stampeded Perry when he appeared at a south Florida mall last month. "It's a little scary," says Perry. Scarier is the amount of time students will waste this fall discussing Luke. And Jason. And who is sexier. I provide some information on the two. Jason Priestley, 22, plays Brandon Walsh, a model of thoughtful level-headedness. In real life, however, the brown-haired, blue-eyed star, who started acting in commercials at age 4 and played an orphan on that very nice NBC sitcom Sister Kate, is no Oliver Twist. He likes dirt bikes, bungee jumping and is a chain-smoker (just about the whole cast puffs it up—but not on-camera). Vancouver-born Priestley likes to hang out in Las Vegas. As for his real romantic life, he was reportedly dating actress Robin (Doogie Howser, M.D.) Lively last spring, but it seems likely that now he is too busy for such dalliance;. He must be on the set 14 hours a day, five days a week. To avoid ever-present fans, Priestley says, "I look different from my character when I'm just walking around. I don't shave, I don't dress like Brandon."

On the show, 26-year-old Luke Perry (Brenda Walsh's boyfriend, Dylan) sports a leather jacket, dagger sideburns and a squint that spells t-r-o-u-b-l-e. Although he grew up and graduated from high school in Fredericktown, Ohio, he seems to have attended James Dean wise-guy classes. Perry, who played country-boy Ned Bates on the ABC soap Loving, entertains the 90210 cast by strutting around bare-chested making jokes. Does he have a girlfriend? "No. You know how I can get in touch with Linda Hamilton?" What kind of music does he listen to? "Tom Jones is awesome." Are he and Priestley ever mistaken for each other? "He's mistaken for me on his good days." And 90210, he says, is "the best show on television, except for Jeopardy!" We should act quickly, faculty, when we see any signs that Beverly Hills, 90210 is disrupting normal student activity.

How abnormal might things get? Consider: "It's almost like there are cults," says Brian Austin Green, 18, the North Hollywood High grad who plays the cutely dweeby David Silver. "Girls go to school the day after the show, and they actually become these characters. They say, 'Okay, today I want to be Dylan, you can be Brenda, you can be Brandon.' " Needless to say, students caught pretending to be TV characters should be brought directly to my office for detention. But you know, it might not be a bad thing if our students could show some of the good sense that the 90210ers display in coping with the pressures of fame and fortune. Jennie Garth, 19, who plays the very sexy, very blond, very snotty Kelly Taylor, is particularly admirable. The youngest of seven children, she grew up on a farm near Champaign, Ill., until her schoolteacher parents moved to Phoenix when she was 13. "Living in a small town and coming from a very tight and close family instilled a lot of standards that I need to live up to," says Garth, who just bought a home in Sherman Oaks. She also recently supplied her parents with the down payment for their new home, setting a splendid example for today's youth.

According to a tabloid that someone left in the faculty lounge, Memphis-raised Shannen Doherty, 20, a veteran of such wonderful shows as Little House: A New Beginning, is the only cast member to be accused of behaving like "a spoiled brat" on the set. But she maintains she is no such thing. "I think everybody gets in a bad mood," Shannen says. "You do not work 16-hour days and not start feeling it. But I have never thrown a tantrum. I've gotten upset on the set, but it's never been just to be a bitch. You have to stand up for yourself in this business. That was something I was told when I was 12 years old and working with Michael Landon."

As with about half the cast members, Doherty is in a relationship—in her case, a real-estate developer with whom she's exchanged commitment rings. "You really have to date a while before you decide if this is the person you want to marry," she says with Brenda-like candor. Almost sounds like the relationship could be a future 90210 plot. "The problems of young people have accelerated," says Aaron Spelling, "and so have their feelings and thoughts." The show, he says, has kept pace: Even with their Clearasil-perfect complexions and plump allowances, the students at Beverly Hills have encountered their share of problems. "We had the guts to make Luke Perry be a member of AA," says Spelling. "We had Jason, our star, drinking and driving. That's reality."

And, apparently, the adulatory fan mail often includes a sad dose of that reality. "I got a letter the other day from a girl who mentioned the show we did on parental drug abuse," says Perry in a rare moment of seriousness. "She wrote about catching her father freebasing in the basement. I get letters like that all the time, from people all over the country." Gabrielle Carteris (at age 30, she's 90210's oldest cast-kid), who plays Andrea Zuckerman, the bright student who comes from the wrong side of Rodeo Drive, remembers an encouraging close encounter in a grocery store. "One girl came up to me after we'd done the breast-cancer show," says Carteris. "She said, 'I went home with all my friends and we checked our breasts for lumps.' "

In conclusion: Maybe I didn't need to write this memo. Maybe things won't be that bad, even if every locker in every corridor has a picture of Jason, Luke, Shannen or Jennie in it. Perhaps our dear little school is more like West Beverly Hills High—at least the TV version—than I thought. That's what Ian Ziering, 27, thinks too. "The reality on the show pretty much mirrors the way life is all over, in terms of teenagers," says New Jersey—bred Ziering, who once did Fruit of the Loom underwear ads and now plays 90210's curly-headed jock, Steve Sanders. "There's a mystique about Beverly Hills. But that's not what keeps people tuning in. The show could have been Montana E-I-E-I-O." By the way, should any student pronounce his name "eee-an," correct him or her, please. It's "eye-an."

-- WHEN BEVERLY HILLS, 90210 PREMIERED last October, Highlights, the student newspaper at Beverly Hills High, ran articles mocking the school's TV counterpart, West Beverly Hills High. "They said that the show was a joke," says Jenny Brandt, 14, a sophomore at the 1,900-student school. But as the story lines improved and Jason Priestley and Luke Perry became stars, the jokes stopped, and Brandt found herself, like many of her pals, glued to the set on Thursday nights from 9 to 10 P.M. "No phone calls allowed," says Brandt. "Except during commercials." Hope Levy, a 17-year-old senior, has taken fandom a step further with her friends. "We have little handmade cards," she says, speaking from her mom's car phone. "They say you're a member of Club 90210." While some kids think the show treats them as snobby stereotypes, most agree with sophomore Jordan Rynes when he says, "It's like a soap opera for teens. The shows dealing with drinking and drugs are the most real—adults don't realize how accurate it is."

[behrooz-najm]

BIRTH NAME: Behrooz Hakim Najm NICKNAME: Bez AGE+DOB: 26 years old, March 5th 1994 GENDER: Non-binary/agender PRONOUNS: they/them NATIONALITY: British  ETHNICITY: Indian EDUCATION: High school diploma, six week cop training HOME TOWN: London, UK CURRENT LOCATION: Pleasance, Ohio OCCUPATION: Junior Detective RELIGION: Islam ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good FAMILY: grandmother and extended family in London, UK, aunt and her four kids in Cincinnati, Ohio, USA. FACECLAIM: Viveik Kalra @phqextras

+ Innovative, warm, witty, kind, protective, geeky +/- Intellectual, observant, horny - unreliable, outspoken, easily distracted

++ BIOGRAPHY

full biography here

Tdlr; Behrooz is the child of a mother who disappeared and a father who drank himself to death before they were even one year old. As a result they were told to lay low and not make themselves another burden to the family. After being contacted by their aunt, Behrooz tried everything to try and meet her. At nineteen they traveled from London to Cincinnati, Ohio, the United States, where they moved in with their aunt and started a six-week training program to become a cop. Their grandmother called them crazy for their choices, but that only made Behrooz more intent to succeed. At age twenty-four they were made a detective, as part of a commisonar’s reelection program, promoting a British Muslim who also openly identified as Agender was the best promotional stunt. Soon as she was reelected, Behrooz was transferred to Pleasance, Ohio. 

++ WANTED CONNECTIONS

++ A FRIEND AND CONFIDANT: Behrooz moved in recently, they never shy away from a conversation with a stranger, and neither have you.

++ THINK AS… VERY STRONG COFFEE: every single morning - save for a few days especially on the weekend - you have stood in front or behind Bez in the line at Daily Grind. They’ve struck up a conversation several times, they’re friendly, boastful, very open, and you are very confused. But it works.

++ HIDING SOMETHING?: They’re a cop. They’re supposed to find the bad guy, they’re supposed to notice when something is off about someone. And you are very certain that the reason why they keep on checking in on you is because they think you’re not who you want everyone to think you are.

++ I SUPPOSE? WHY NOT: Friends with Benefits. ‘Nough said.

++ AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES…: hiking by yourself can be interesting, but hiking together helps heal the soul. Behrooz has seen you take to the trails a few times, and they’re very keen to join you.

++ SOME FUN HEADCANONS

++ Wears a lot of loosely fitted clothing outside of work

++ Continues to pray five times a day, alas they do that on their own. They try to drive to a nearby city every weekend that has a mosque. Religion still calms them down. 

++ Is very open about who they are. Whether their gender identity, religion, or where they’re from, they’re not used to hiding it. That and having been the poster-boy for a future commissioner has made them unable to hide it as well, at least within the police force. 

++ They come off as rather lazy, drinks a lot of coffee, and falls asleep on the job. They’re less outspoken, more silent and observant, that and their quick reflex to smile makes them appear stupid. 

++ But while silent and observant on the job, Behrooz in more personal situations is a bubbly individual with a lot to say, a lot to ask, and a lot to joke about. They’re friendly, eager, presenting the very best that they can. They give people way too many chances and they get far too personal with most people. They’re kind and curious in their demeanor, more likely to strike up a conversation with a suspect rather than state them their rights. 

++ They believe in the occult, they can be rather spiritual and superstitious. It has nothing to do with their religious background however, but they think the USA is filled with spirits and mysteries that nobody can make much sense of. A continent of pain and genocide. Or in their words; a fucked up place if you ask me. 

++ They regularly send back letters to their aunt - despite not really sure where they stand with her - detailing what they’ve been doing. 

++ They love to go hiking. Nature is a place where they can be alone and recharge just as much as a mosque is. Also placing a prayer mat outside is one of the best experiences, it makes them feel even closer to Allah. 

++ INCREDIBLY helpful. They have some background in coding, so they tend to jump on things when ICT is concerned, they also are a great listening ear. 

++ Horny, very horny. 

++ No task is too small. Getting coffee, no problem, they’ll probably make a friend along the way. Printing some papers, not an issue. Writing out a report, give them five minutes. Behrooz does everything with the same conviction. 

++ They’re very chill with the nickname Bez. Though they’re formally known as Detective (or Junior Detective) Najm. 

++ They never did learn what happened to their mother. From what they have been able to figure out - another reason why becoming a cop was not such a bad idea - their mother was never heard from again after delivering a baby in a New York hospital. She did survive however, and the man with her was named Hakim Najm, who helped her out of the hospital. Between then and Hakim arriving back in London with a little baby, things are a blur. 

++ Their house is an absolute mess, coffee mugs everywhere, clothes on the floor. They’ve considered hiring someone to clean, but never got to that part.

++ Confused about the idea of being called an adult, still very much feels like they’re a child. However, this is mostly because despite their position in life, they often feel like they’re on a road without any road markers. 

++ They don’t drink, they don’t do drugs, and they’ve been eating less and less meat because they can’t find Hallal anywhere nearby. Being raised in a strict Muslim family, Bez’s one huge obstacle when becoming a cop was the idea that they didn’t want to consume alcohol and also not touch it - a statement that got them fired after two months working in a grocery store in London because for that reason they didn’t want to be a cashier. However there have been instances where they’ve been asked to take in bottles of alcohol for evidence, and they’re very uncomfortable with the notion.

++ Receives the question: “Behrooz, are you paying attention?” way too often. 

++ Gets lost in thought a lot. 

++ Heavy British (Cockney) accent. (Think John Constantine)

++ They’ve read the Quran, although their grandmother never taught them Arabic beforehand, so they’re currently reading it in English in between classes, thesis writing, and walks.

++ Is always running from one place to the next because he has too much planned on a daily basis.