From March 2020 to January 2025 Whitney’s byline appears in peer-review with affliation to EcoHealth Alliance, a charity that was registered in New York, via the Netherlands, after a 2000 formation at Rockland MA. Three telephone dials listed with its 2018 application to Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency's program about "PREventing EMerging Pathogenic Threats" (which had been announced on 19 January 2018 by the Biological Technologies Office) for $14209245 in two sums of $8411546 and $5797699 — a Tech, Admin, and Correspondent — return the invalid result. Concisely described itself as a funding opportunity, PREEMPT identifies 2013-2019 Program Manager Ph.D. James "Jim" Gimlett with coordination for its agency announcement on solicitation of proposals to develop novel approaches to viral "transmission from animals or vectors." Gimlett was reportedly promoted to Deputy Director of the Defense Sciences Office which is again trying to "innovate" or investigate revolutionary advances, specifically excluding research that evolves improves to the existing state. Summer 2018, when Texas installed Army Futures Command on Austin, the U.S. Army Combat Capabilities Development Command — formerly U.S. Army Research, Development, and Engineering Command — became a subordinate command of AFC. Situated in Natick, Massachusetts, The U.S. Army Combat Capabilities Development Command Soldier Center (CCDC or DEVCOM Soldier Center) dates uninterruptedly from 1954, featuring eight Technology Centers and "the Army's sole Corporate Laboratory for basic research: If Soldiers wear it, eat it, sleep under it, or have it airdropped to them in theater" it's subject to ARL's "disruptive fundamental research." Soldier Center's "public affairs" officer David Accetta had not been answering calls at 13:26 EST on Friday. A '96 doctoral graduate of the Walter Reinhold Professor in the School of Engineering, Emeritus, and Academic Secretary to Offices of President and Provost is now affiliated with Soldier Systems Center. With a dissertation titled, "Hysteresis loops in anistropic thin films," after a 1991 co-authored article for Physical Review B "Long-range forces and the moments of method," Richard Osgood III subscribed me to Physics circa 1998. I had been a reader of dELiA*s; nor when I informed him about fashion runways! A December 1, 2024, talk about Xanthommatin (Xa) with Materials Research Society considered its "good properties as a sustainable, natural ingredient for cosmetics." Listing their address on an application for student loans one term when Sergey wouldn't sign, otherwise I could have been a flight risk. Was Mary Osgood's exclusion from The Crucible meaningful? From Brooklyn I moved on, like a graduation, to Henry Miller whose Tropic of Capricorn was local. Similar to 生肖, whose English signification was upended one year — causing me to reimagine my dragon as a bunny — my own work has debunked astrological consensus assigning me the Capricorn sun. It was a double feature, that novel, with Tropic of Cancer which is Baba Nina's sign. He wrote at the legal limit of fiction. Like Stanford, "USC retains legacy status in admissions, violating new California law" writes a USC journalism major for USCAnnenbergMedia.com; AB 1780's sponsor in San Francisco 19 district was replaced. I sent my # to Daniel Herzstein. Is it okay to disclose Alice Osgood's peanut allergy, because that was 2017's issue when Joseph Kidney landed in a California milieu favorable to socials at "Antonio's Nut House." No relation to Antonio Lenzo, from the year after's cohort, who has environmentalist-friendly politics. You may have read this in my other essai, that (my first words in preschool on Chicago's West Side) the Nut House was lost to COVID-19. / "Appropriate" was a keyword for lack in junior high school; in Palo Alto it's "professional." Like Francis Fukuyama, who I was permitted to read in lieu of Hegel during college after complaining about a second occurance of Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius on the syllabus (Thanks Nicholas Birns), David Palumbo-Liu is a very important writer! tenured with esteem and seniority by Leland Stanford Junior University. When it was "Goblet of Fire," Minnesota summer (Saint Paul): it arrived almost before lunch and I'd been to a midnight launch event before. Early on Gaudi she talked with me enough for some boy to comment, "you stay up late" to us both. A bookstare titled "Children in Paradise" on Rush next to Zoom Kitchen's salads with corn cut from the cob is now Platform 9¾, between an DOGE and 909north.com A series I remember from them is Tamora Pierce's Alanna; Babushka let me pierce my ears at Claire's in Water Tower Place: her papers are at Northern Illinois University. Perhaps reading it at a dinner party in Hyde Park wasn't what upset her but the comment from Sergey about how they met: on the bus, no bra. Her name sounds like, "here's a waist... was that the day all fares were paid by MMM? He says Marat was from the same village, a follower in that case. In Russia one afternoon they closed off the kitchen to smoke when I broke through he took me on his lap: yehali miy yehali... The memory froze, like running not so quickly in a field of tall likewheat with Misha 🧸. Thwarting the times on legacy only enforces my diligence as undercover reporter or Soviet ferreting statistics versus impressions from U.S. News versus Princeton's cottage industry rather than ever, it appears, a student: my occupation is Writer. It was the default, a 'middle way' between profession and calling, memorably since elementary lessons. I got my first rejection, perhaps from Steven Soderbergh and timed to my birthday, in 2009/10 on a hybrid prose piece about vertigo. You could say 'she never recovered.' But the empty notebook save a clause on page one ledeing with profanity was returned earlier. My parents had invited Sex, Lies, and Videotapes into our living room, and Cabaret was also like a favorite since we knew it was perhaps the most popular film screened at VGIK back then. I Review The Literature, yet institutions commit me as if for societal others whose discourse capitalizes on pornography. My peers in this *are* 'sex workers! "Won't be passing at Windsor thanks to Hitchcock." When I first crossed the border, a UK officer questioned me about traveling without my husband; on an Amtrak to Montreal two questioned the validity of authorized U.S. papers. Humans inhabiting this land prior to European are documented, not at fault for how obstructing foot pathways with roads generated teleology foreclosing on novel stories. My sleep praxis explored levitation somatically before I requested feedback from the medical school's peer institution. The drop was palpable. What's less memorable has been signing the "portable mirror for onthego application of cosmetics.edu" implemented on affiliates in 2021, after I'd gone to the East Bay Area. The same tactic used against me upturned against its institution; novels are applicable by the same anchored morality religion evangelizes: the morale of that 'corpus' — BODY of literature — equals just desserts. Potemkin's case nonwithstanding, Rick loaned me his bike in the Twin Cities which got me to Berlin. Scrapes along the way, like the spokes in my calf on gravel and the staple in my finger for Lessek's mitosis flipbook: we dueled over that story; he said, 'at the very least impressive how resolutely you refused turning that in.' But those bloody pages: there'd never be extra credit for healing faster, or well. In Manhattan, a dog Mijail was housesitting before the kielbasa episode that another's last hurrah bit my face to the point of emergency upon which a doctor said: "I have no idea whether it will scar." If yes not visibly... According to the tabloids Justin's gone grey: is that supposed to be a lesson? Which Claire knows (not) how we found your blog? I remember one of your friends joking about her height; I had Sandra Koehler, who broke me down. The syllabus was brilliant, and I dropped out of history fair after Dexter's and my win for a play about the International Workers of the World. You know Planned Paranthood ("someone who's not in your class lives next door") and Stanford (wasn't his father [almost] offered a job in Silicon Valley instead?) have both been linked to eugenics? / "You'll love college: you'll be the cool liberal chick." (Those chicks were Arlenes, actually) / Yesterday my mother found herself in an argument with me when I disputed Russian poet Alexander Pushkin's exile and neither could find a primary source. About talking to my dad, Edgar Ferrer had said "fighting?!" and then "no" which is a better memory than the exchange concerning Alzheimer's. Maybe after Сергей found a Kung Fu instructor articulating the practice of Wing Chun, which is said to privilege bodies like mine for its movements stablize towards ground: after Anatoly died, his son boarded at a wrestling academy for which there are no fond memories. I was the only minor studying in Ken's class; he praised my ability but not my ballet schedule and we declined sessions after a visit from the sifu required further expenditure. I married a Kung Fu practitioner who never sparred properly with me; his instructor from Bulgaria collected swords from China using eBay: the Stanford Police stopped Marco in Escondido Village during a (solo) practice; I asked that he not bring swords to California upon reading that it was illegal. Not the only time I said 'no.' Sorry I didn't invite you to the ceremony? There was no kiss or "I do." James Mitchell officiated. A future historian would appreciate my art|skill in|to staging an accident on family trauma without malice. So what? Tenure says public writing counts for more than it used to, but they're scrambling to get online rather than revise their bibliographic method to include contributors. I am not obligated to talk about CERN simply because it was online already when Sergey et al dialed up: myinternet history is the rich one. In a way, the adults — or professors, as they prefer being called; that is, then: author I ties — are mad; the Republican party disputes not my point which is not something I'm proud of though why I should care for research funds that were even less inclusive of me under the Democratic Party is a question for the scientific community. There is a plethora of 'evidence' on the value of art! In what universe is my "opinion" about what to do with that irrelevant? None which is recognized. I used copy-paste to jimmy the formatting on a independent study in AP Art History for an online course asking me to define the term; that got me accused of plagiarism but earned college credit. The humans who meet me use sharps rather than what's saved for presidents. Something's wrong, then. Yeah I have the same value as anyone. I covered my eyes when they kissed at the chapel before a big wedding. It was cute: Magdalina told me she was bringing me along for an errand one day when school was cancelled and we took the Metra to an office where what unfolded before me was an application for license to wed. When we were alone again, I told her "it wasn't so bad, but that wouldn't be my choice (him)." / "Why?" And I couldn't answer. Though without disagreeing about his qualities. But no one would ever #confirm how they met... Oh in eighth grade someone's mother complained about me complimenting his behind in the auditorium. I look monkey butts at the zoo. Their genitals are more exposed. Despite welcoming facts to the contrary, I think it's likelier we co-evolved. How it's taught in school makes it seem like I should believe they're my fifteenth great-cousin twice removed rather than another species of mammal.