"Robert Anton Wilson Defies Medical Experts and leaves his body @4:50 AM on binary date 01/11."
There is literally no telling what he's up to now, but despite the icestorm today, the grass outside my apartment is very, very green.
Boing Boing: Robert Anton Wilson needs our help
Robert Anton Wilson has probably done more to shape my view of the universe than any dozen historical figures we could name. From Illuminatus and Cosmic Trigger to the Maybe Logic Academy. RAW has worked tirelessly to blow minds and open eyes. Now, after years of beating Polio, his old enemy has slipped in a sucker punch, and Robert is dying, he's broke, and he needs us.
Note from Robert's friend, Denis Berry: Robert's writing has enlightened-educated many and if you can please commit to help pay a portion of his expenses until his passing which sadly won't be that long. Monthly contributions of $50.00 or more will be greatly appreciated. All monies will go directly to Robert and can be sent to his PayPal address olgaceline@gmail.com. You can also send a check to RAW c/o Futique Trust, P.O. Box 3561, Santa Cruz, Ca 95063.
I helped, and I will keep it up as long as he needs it. It's the least I can do for the master who taught me to paint the grass a thousand shades of green.
One of the reasons I very rarely say negative things about others, and I used to be better about this, is because of what usually happens when I find out more information on the matter. I end up feeling like self-centered, whining jerk. Well here I am again....
I did receive those papers from my attorney's assitant. She mailed them just a few days after promising to get them out and well within her promise. Because I've moved and have been traveling as well, I didn't pick up the mail until yesterday. But there's more...
My attorney seemed distracted and inatentive, as if he didn't quite understand my case and how simple it really was. Probably most of us feel this way when don't know anything about the law. I'm sure he had all sorts of complexities to work with which I didn't know about. More than that, I learned monday that he is very ill. He probably didn't know it himself before he ended up in a crisis that put him in an Intensive Care Unit. His distraction and confusion were symptoms. So here I am feeling like a self-centered, whining jerk, for complaining about how long it took to get the first draft of the final decree.
They decree still need some edits, and there are a couple of other forms that need to be ready to make legal deadlines after we sign, but I will be working with someone else on that. I would gladly wait a year if it meant Tom could be OK again.
I know I've been terrible about keeping up with the blog but here's the last few months in short. I've changed jobs and am now working with a company that does software for the travel industry. I've moved to Fort Worth and live next to the airport because, if anything, I'm traveling even more now.
On the book, I've seen the first royalty statement (for that first month or so), and it looks like my publisher won't be sending heavies after me with blunt instruments to get their money back. Woohoo! On the other hand, I will not be buying anything extravagant with the additional royalties, such as toothpicks or lint.
I've sent off some short fiction and am working on a longer fiction piece that may be a novel before it's done.
And... after many years of trying, my wife and I are divorcing. We've been separated since around March, and have been trying to put the pieces together for several years now as our friends will know. Fortunately, it's vey amicable and should be final any day now depending on how fast we can get my attorney's assistant to type up her dictation.
She and our daughter will still be living in Amarillo, but in a new house. We are selling the old one and should close next week.
Things are still too complex and changing too fast for me to make much sense of things right now, so I may not be blogging a great deal for a bit longer.