Will Bueché



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Posted in Personal by Will on Sunday, September 26th, 2004 ~ 2pm

This is actually a cut & paste of a blog from the 19th inside the private message area of Dharma Pop, but I’m placing it over here so I’ll also have it in my regular blog.

“Lets see some blogs so everyone can hear how things are going.”

Today is Sunday and I took some moments outside to sit and write some handwritten pages of notes for what I want to convey at an upcoming tv interview that is set for next Thursday.

This is my second on-camera interview, related again to my work with Harvard professor John Mack and his study of alien encounters.

I’m again quite nervous, more than for the ABC tv news special — because that was at my apartment so it was quite easy to stay relaxed.

So today I sat in my plastic lawn chair (with my hood up over my head because it is getting downright chilly here in New England), writing out in large handwriting what I want to say.

I am hoping that the handwriting will make me feel more familiar with my own words than I would feel if I were to type it. Plus, the labor of drawing out the shapes of the letters may – I hope – invigorate the memory of what I am trying to say.

In execution I don’t know if I’ll be able to say a single thing I want to. I may get dumb-struck. Or I may be so nervous about my cab-ride over to the hotel where they are video’ing me that I may look like a white sheet (moreso than usual I mean). Or I might sound like I am reading from cue cards.

I think when George Bush spoke to his audience at the GOP convention, he was burning off a lude or some other heavy drug in his belly to keep him grounded. I’m not going to do that (having sworn off the use of all drugs since just after college, as a personal choicee {I still advocate the use of some drugs by people who are growing up, I just don’t do any myself anymore}). But fact is I get scared easily, and I get scared by such things as: taxi rides. Hotels. Namely, the sterility of. Freaks me the fuck out. So I don’t know how I’ll do. I won’t know till I get there.

Also I am really enjoying the blender my friend gave me, and her two recipies that I am using nearly ever day – one for oatmeal and one for a frothy, protein cocoa bannana drink that I am loving — and which has reduced my tummy pouch a bit after only one week (thanks to this tasty drink keeping me away from other snacks).


I am missing my nonexistent girlfriend, moreso intellectually now that I sense winter is coming. I don’t like winter.

I’ve started renting Futurama and am enjoying it now that I see how the 20 minute episodes are meant to be seen in series.

I’m two weeks from having my dental insurance finally being able to pay for half of a major tooth rebuild/cap, which will be the culmination of TWO YEARS OF WAITING for it to be covered. And it is just in time as the tooth is so on the verge of falling apart, I remain worried it may not even hang on untill the appointment which is set for two weeks from now.

The stock market is doing so-so, more on the sucky range. Haven’t made a dime on it for about six months. Which is bad because that is my plan for world domination. And also how I plan to pay for the other half of my tooth.

And I want to buy a widescreen computer monitor for winter so at least my visual cortex will have some fun this winter. I’ve picked out a particular model which I hope will drop in price, but realistically, not likely to be able to get it.

So that’s about me.

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