Thomas Wictor

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Thomas Wictor unfettered

In a recent post I said that I was now unfettered, and that people who had done bad things would be held accountable. I knew that at some point, I’d write a post like this; I just didn’t think it would happen so soon. Scott Thunes said he wished he could see me really let…

 

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We scream the body electric

There’s something about my family and electricity. For one thing, Tim, our sister Carrie, and I are SLIders. Street light interference (SLI) phenomenon may or may not exist. I’m agnostic about whether it’s real, but Tim, Carrie, and I began noticing during our childhood that an awful lot of street lights went out right as…

 

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Preach it, Gene Simmons!

I don’t have anything to say about Gene Simmons’s personal life. I did watch his reality show for a season, the one in which his children confronted him with his failings. I’ve also seen the episode where he went to Israel to meet his half-siblings and visit his father’s grave. To me he made a…

 

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On the “Worst Obituary Ever”

Marianne Theresa Johnson-Reddick died at the age of seventy-eight. One of her daughters authored the following obituary: Marianne Theresa Johnson-Reddick born Jan 4, 1935 and died alone on Aug. 30, 2013. She is survived by her 6 of 8 children whom she spent her lifetime torturing in every way possible. While she neglected and abused…

 

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Pat Wictor the folk singer

Though my brother Pat Wictor calls himself a folk singer, he’s a lot more. Probably a roots-music singer, I guess. He was once my little brother, but that doesn’t mean much anymore. I know a lot of families retain the “older-younger” dynamic, but when you get into your fifties (Pat’s not there yet!) that’s kind…

 

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The Bird Stole Fruit

Twelve years ago I lived in Tim’s house. At about 7:30 on the morning of September 11, 2001, I suddenly heard, “Tom! Tom!” As a child I often heard my name called perfectly clearly, in a voice that was neither male nor female. I still remember the timbre. I’d go find Mom and ask her…

 

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How could she do that?

It isn’t clear if Mom will be able to come home. Although she’s beaten lung and ovarian cancer—there are no tumor markers in her blood—she’s refusing to eat or exercise. This is making her weaker and weaker, of course. I understand why she’s doing this. She’s very angry at the loss of control. All she…

 

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A Friend Publishes a Book

Colonel Supotnitskiy has published his book Biological Warfare: Introduction to the Epidemiology of Artificial Epidemic Processes and Biological Lesions. The colonel sent me a pdf of the cover. Click to enlarge. He also included a photo of his wife Nadezhda seeing the book for the first time. She typeset the book, prepared all text, figures,…

 

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My cyber self is born

My Extravagumbo Website—the one you’re reading—is finally online. Its nine months of gestation matched my own, and its course in life seems destined to match my own. Welcome to the world, cyber self! Fasten your seat belt, take your Dramamine, and strap on that cup. You’re gonna need it! Here’s the battle your daddy fought…

 

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Trees were unclean

My father hated trees. In his world, trees were unclean. He hated the leaves they dropped, and he hated the shade they provided. To him, shade connoted sloth and secrets. Shade trees in your yard meant you were lazy and had something to hide. A moral, upright man had no trees. The lawn of a…

 

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