Who were they?

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This is Gaither Pratt and Hubert Pearce. Gaither was a scientist, and pretty much the second-in-command at the Duke Parapsychology Laboratory. Hubert Pearce was the best ESP subject they ever found. Look at them. They are 22 and 27 in this photo. So serious. They’re just starting out in their lives. Both wanted to become ministers at one point. Gaither changed his mind, but Hubert did go on to become a Methodist minister in Arkansas.

And both are now dead. I can never meet them. But I’ve been writing about what they were like for the past month or so. It’s insane when you think about it. I’ve been searching through various archives to find film footage of them, but so far I haven’t turned anything up. But I am in touch with their children, who have been helping. I was just emailing with Gaither’s daughter Ellen last night. And I have talked to a bunch of people who knew them. But still. It’s weird. Luckily, there are a lot of records, tons of letters. I can immerse myself in the correspondence and get a feel for what they were like, and their relationships with other people.

I rescheduled my library visit yesterday. It was just too hot. It would have made an enjoyable thing not fun. I want to go when I can enjoy myself. But this weather is getting to me. I’m doing another fun thing tonight, I’m being interviewed on a BBC show about the cold case book, but right now I’m dreading getting on the subway and going uptown. I’m going to get there early to give myself a chance to cool down before the interview.

Who doesn’t love a fort?

catfort.jpg The second a fort is provided, a cat jumps in to occupy it.

So today I’m going up to the American Society for Psychical Research to use their library. Normally this would be a nice thing, going up to a library (I love libraries) and then taking a nice long walk home. But New York and other places are about to be burned off the face of the earth and I don’t want to go out there! Oh God, the subway. What fresh hell will that be like??

Well, who knows what wonderful surprises I will find in the library so I will concentrate on that.

I’m going to leave the air conditioner on for the cats, even though they’re begging us to conserve. I don’t have the heart to turn it off in this kind of heat, though. I don’t want them to suffer.

What is Popeye’s?

popeye.jpg My friends pointed out that there’s a Popeye’s next to my gym and how messed up is that?

First, what is a Popeye’s, and second, I never actually noticed what’s next to my gym. So, this morning I looked. Yup, there’s a thing called Popeye’s, and they sell fried chicken.

Not a temptation for me. (I’m vegetarian.)

My gym is on 14th Street, and 14th Street as you can see is not pretty.

So yeah, I went to the gym this morning.

It was all I could do to work up the energy so I’m not doing another thing today.

Before going to the gym I went to the Greenmarket with Howard, and we ran into our friend

Anne!
YAY!!
(We haven’t seen much of Anne lately.)
(Hi Anne!!)

Haunt me, Beamers!

Ghostcat.jpg Procedure done! Thank God I no longer have that hanging over me, or any other medical procedure. I’m drinking coffee with half and half, the way it should be drunk, (is the grammar correct there, because that doesn’t seem quite right) and I am done done done. My hand is bruised from the needle that fed me the drugs to make the procedure bearable, but again, I am done. I am begging the medical establishment to come up with a better way, however. I don’t have to do this again for five years, you can do it in five years, I just know you can.

Meanwhile, I can get back to ghosts and more particularly ghost cats. Don’t you think life after death would be better with cats? The man to the left is expelling ectoplasm which looks like a sheet, but what’s more interesting is the ghost cat at his feet. I would be terrified to see the ghost of a person, but not the ghost of a cat.

I’m intimidated by the chapter I will be beginning soon. A lot of key things happen, but the thing that is scaring me the most is, I have to learn statistics enough to make a decision about what went on in the lab, and I have to make it exciting. I have an idea how to do that, which I think I can pull off, so the scarier thing is getting a handle on the math, which I’ve never been good at.

The Day I Can’t Eat

tinier cover.jpg The paperback for my last book came out yesterday! I should have done something, had a little party or something. I haven’t been doing much of anything to promote the paperback, I have to admit, which is so unlike me. As distasteful as I find the whole promotion process, I recognize it must be done and usually dig in. Alright, next week I put together a plan.

Last night my choir had a party on a boat at pier 63. I took pictures, but they were not flattering to anyone so I’m not putting them up. I never put up unflattering pictures so all my friends are okay with me putting pictures of them up on my blog. They know I’ll look out for them.

Of course I’m already thinking about food even though on a normal day I wouldn’t be thinking about food for hours.