About the computer program that destroyed literature!
The Harvard Advocate was dying when they made me President. I caught the blame.
I had just relinquished my program-that-wrote-essays-on-poetry to the hi-tech powers that be, in other words, the section leader who encouraged me. I realize now that the correct way to talk about this in hi-tech is that the program “mathematically modeled” the English language.
I fled to the Advocate when asked to take on a paid student teaching post in the computer programming course that I wrote the orogram for that I knew I couldn’t handle and couldn’t explain why.
Now, all these years later I finally see the cusp of dying literature of old and waxing hi-tech that I was caught on and I am able to forgive myself for what happened.
It was such a dramatic tragedy at the end of my term as “President” of the magazine. Someone neglected to fill up the oil for heating; the pipes burst; the exquisite “Translation Issue” in boxes in the basement ready to be sent out was ruined. I watched my life tank, not even really knowing it yet until I was back at my family home back in New Jersey on a forced leave of absence.
I didn’t understand my feelings at the time but now I do.
Now I know that what endured from Harvard was the computer program. It was what Alex married me for! There wasn’t much left of me at that time but he was willing to take me on for that. He was a Geographic Information Systems Engineer and savvy in programmimg. I know now that he already knew about the program. He was just thrilled that I still had the original; and it disappeared.
So; here I am today after so much disaster; wondering whether I will live, i have a serious infection. Was in the ER for New Year’s Eve last night. It was simply lovely. I can’t go into why except that the t.v. was tuned in to Nashville New Year’s and I just loved it.
I have talked so much about losing the “wart-mole.” I realized last night that I have also lost the broken clit.
I am now a healed and holy human being. But very ill.
