Albert Fish @ MindSay 
Yesterday was wonderful. I got to spend pretty much the whole day with Laura, and while I love Natalie to pieces, Laura handles things and interprets things more similarly to the way I do. So Laura and I went to North Beach and hit La Boulange and got cafe--or in my case, chai (first picture). We ended up sitting outside La Boulange for at least an hour, just talking (pictures 2, 3, 4, and 5). We got talking about school (as we always do; school preoccupies the majority of our conversations) and what we wanted to do. I've already told her of my decision to pursue my degree in psychology, but I wasn't really sure where I wanted to go to school with that. But as we got to talking, I kept saying maybe I'll check out Boston U. She's considering going to the east coast in a few years, and we remarked how fun it would be if we were both on the east coast and could still get together rather frequently.
Anyway, the day continued, and we walked up to Coit Tower, which has a BEAUTIFUL view...I should have taken pictures there. I may have to go back. But we took a different route through the beautiful neighborhoods between Coit Tower and the waterfront. Their gardens are just...rich and flora-smelling and lush...and everything a good garden should be. Again...where was my camera?!
We got down to the waterfront and just...walked along, having more great conversation. I can't remember when the last time I had such...wide-ranging and deep conversation with anyone. This is partly why I love Laura so much. I know we think about the same things a lot, both have some of the same insecurities, and see life in a very similar way. It's so easy for me to explore my own thoughts, listening to hers.
We walked down the biggest tourist trap in the city (Pier 39) and watched the biggest attraction (the sea lions and the last picture) for a while. I love the sea lions. They're like a huge family. They squabble, they annoy one another, but they ultimately end up cuddling together and basking in the sun.
We pressed on, going to catch the cable car a few stops up from the waterfront stop, and rode the cable car back to Union Square. I love the cable cars. I've never ridden one before, but they're so much fun. It's so fun to hang off the side of these things and see the city whizzing by, but not so fast that you lose the city. Got back to Union Square, hopped the muni back to Sunset (where their apartment is), and rested our aching bones for a few minutes before walking down to the pizza place where Natalie works. Chatted for a few minutes, bought a slice for dinner, and headed back to the apartment.
I looked into Boston U, and it looks like a very plausible (if not expensive) place for me to transfer after Sierra. I want to get as much general ed done as humanly possible over the next two semesters, and maybe by the end of spring semester, I'll be ready to transfer in the fall of 2010. I've got two full semesters, plus a summer semester, and if it comes down to it, I could take classes the summer of 2010. I suppose I need to sit down with my counselor.
Anyway, whilst waiting for Natalie to get off work, we watched History Channel documentaries like the true geeks we are. We watched one on Roswell, which wasn't all that convincing but was still interesting, one on Area 51, which was much more convincing and even more interesting (note to self: look into the Bob Lazar story), and one on cannibalistic serial killers, notably Albert Fish, Andrei Chikatilo, and Jeffrey Dahmer. I got my geek fix for the week, although I imagine I'll be back for more very shortly. I love History Channel and Netflix's Watch Instantly. It's pretty much awesome.
Once Natalie got home, we watched 40 Days and 40 Nights, which was pretty funny, but still a mindless comedy involving a lot of sex jokes. But still fun.
And that, dear friends, was my favorite day, so far, in San Francisco. I miss home, but I'm still having fun. :)
| Which serial killer are you most like? Albert Fish What's worse than a creepy old dude with problems? Well, you maybe. There's a reason Hannibal Lector was modeled after this guy. I suggest you seek professional help... ASAP! |
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Albert Fish... nice. The sick, old fuck who liked to play S&M on himself as well as on his child victims. And you ask: How am I like him? No idea. Sure, I like a bit of pain, but being compared to this fuck is stupid. Oh well, I took the test, there are my results. *shrugs*
- ABORTED - "SLAUGHTER AND APPARATUS: A METHODICAL OVERTURE (cd)
- ABORTED - "SLAUGHTER AND APPARATUS: A METHODICAL OVERTURE (shirt)
- ALBERT FISH X-RAY hand signed and numbered by the director of the movie. The dvd comes March 27th.
- LOVE HINA - The complete collection
- LOVE HINA - The OAV collection
I just pre-ordered the Albert Fish movie by John Borowski. He also did the H.H. Holmes movie which I have. I get a limited edition X-ray of Albert and his famous needles which shorted the chair. There are only 1000 of them and they are hand signed by the director which I thought was pretty cool
For those of you that are interested in abonormal psychology, this is a letter written from Albert Fish (his real name was Hamilton, but he changed it when he was young, due to the fact everyone called him Ham and Fish) to one of his victims family. Read it only if you are prepared to enter the mind of one of America's sickest killers.
My dear Mrs. Budd,
In 1894 a friend of mine shipped as a deck hand on the Steamer Tacoma, Capt. John Davis. They sailed from San Francisco for Hong Kong China. On arriving there he and two others went ashore and got drunk. When they returned the boat was gone.
At that time there was famine in China. Meat of any kind was from $1 to 3 Dollars a pound. So great was the suffering among the very poor that all children under 12 were sold for food in order to keep others from starving. A boy or girl under 14 was not safe in the street. You could go in any shop and ask for steak -- chops -- or stew meat. Part of the naked body of a boy or girl would be brought out and just what you wanted cut from it. A boy or girls behind which is the sweetest part of the body and sold as veal cutlet brought the highest price.
John staid there so long he acquired a taste for human flesh. On his return to N.Y. he stole two boys one 7 one 11. Took them to his home stripped them naked tied them in a closet. Then burned everything they had on. Several times every day and night he spanked them -- tortured them -- to make their meat good and tender.
First he killed the 11 year old boy, because he had the fattest ass and of course the most meat on it. Every part of his body was Cooked and eaten except the head -- bones and guts. He was Roasted in the oven (all of his ass), boiled, broiled, fried and stewed. The little boy was next, went the same way. At that time, I was living at 409 E 100 st., near -- right side. He told me so often how good Human flesh was I made up my mind to taste it.
On Sunday June the 3 --1928 I called on you at 406 W 15 St. Brought you pot cheese -- strawberries. We had lunch. Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her.
On the pretense of taking her to a party. You said Yes she could go. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them.
When all was ready I went to the window and called her. Then I hid in a closet until she was in the room. When she saw me all naked she began to cry and tried to run down the stairs. I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mamma.
First I stripped her naked. How she did kick -- bite and scratch. I choked her to death, then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms. Cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me 9 days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her tho I could of had I wished. She died a virgin."
Fish was clearly a dillusional man. He believed it was his God-given duty to castrate boys. He also was a sado-masochist. Which means, he enjoyd inflicting pain onto himself and others. He told his doctor that he had been putting pins and needles into his scrotum, and an X-ray after he died revealed at least 29 differnt needles. When he was executed the needles caused a short in the eletricity, so a re-execution was needed. Albert Fish was truly an.... interesting fellow? He claimed to have had over 400 victims. Fish was also a major inspiration to Thomas Harris's novels Red Draon, The Silence of the Lambs, and Hannibal.
