Some Odds and Ends from Around Here. I will post explanations in a moment.

As always, click on any thumbnail to make it full size.

Still With Nothing to Eat and Still Without any Drinkable Water... But There Finally is Heat in our UKBA Provided Home for Political Asylum Seekers -- notes from a blog post I never finished...

And now, some of the more sordid details of my day to day experience...

THE ROYAL MAIL UPDATE

Here is the delivery notice I first received for a signature-necessary letter. It arrived while I was out of the house.

I went out that Friday after it arrived to visit the royal mail web address on that delivery note to schedule a redelivery. Here is my email confirmation:

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from Royal Mail
reply-to contactus@royalmail.com

to varilekova@gmail.com

date Fri, Apr 23, 2010 at 6:40 PM
subject Confirmation from royalmail

Thank you. We have received your request for a delivery.
Your Reference Number: 3-1000005774861

Your item will be delivered to : 861, ATHERTON ROAD,
HINDLEY GREEN, WIGAN,
WN2 4TB

On: 26/04/2010
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I stayed home all day that Monday to wait for it. It was not delivered. I walked an hour straight to Leigh to take care of some things. One of them was to have the redelivery reconfirmed and guaranteed for Wednesday. Here is the confirmation email.

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from Royal Mail
reply-to contactus@royalmail.com

to varilekova@gmail.com

date Mon, Apr 26, 2010 at 5:32 PM
subject Confirmation from royalmail

Thank you. We have received your request for a delivery.
Your Reference Number: 3-1000005787510


Your item will be delivered to : Hindley Green
862 Atherton Road
Hindley
Wigan
Lancashire
WN2 4SA

On: 28/04/2010
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Originally, I had hoped to deliver it to the trustworthy employees at the Leigh post office; however, they were not listed as an option. I chose the Hindley Green post office across the street from my house because I know NOW that they are trustworthy in what they are allowed to do under these strict and oppressive social controls. Most obviously, the postal distribution site that sorts what mail is allowed to be delivered to my home is in Wigan.

That was Monday. When I came home from visiting doctors and other people on Tuesday, this was waiting for me. Clearly, they were only willing to have that letter delivered while I was out of the house through a method that did NOT include the Royal Mail's online redelivery system.

I complained to the Royal Mail about this. This was how our email conversation progressed.

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from gemsnoreply@royalmail.com
to varilekova@gmail.com

date Tue, May 4, 2010 at 11:36 AM
subject Royal Mail Enquiry Ref: RM0381-2084

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PLEASE DO NOT USE REPLY BUTTON AS YOUR MAIL WILL BE DISCARDED AT
GEMSNOREPLY@ROYALMAIL.COM

FOR FUTURE CORRESPONDENCE PLEASE REPLY TO THE FOLLOWING EMAIL ADDRESS

contactus@royalmail.com

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This is an automatic acknowledgement from Royal Mail Customer Services

Your reference number is RM0381-2084

Thank you for your e-mail. This has been allocated to one of our advisors
who will investigate and respond to your specific enquiry. Our aim is to
reply to all customer emails within five working days.

Thank you for contacting Royal Mail.


Please contact at contactus@royalmail.com for future reference.

Royal Mail Group Limited registered in England and Wales registered number
4138203 registered office 3rd Floor, 100 Victoria Embankment, London,
EC4Y0HQ

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Royal Mail Group Limited registered in England and Wales registered number
4138203 registered office 3rd Floor, 100 Victoria Embankment, London, EC4Y
0HQ

This email and any attachments are confidential and intended for the
addressee only. If you are not the named recipient, you must not use,
disclose, reproduce, copy or distribute the contents of this communication.
If you have received this in error, please contact the sender and then
delete this email from your system.
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from Squid Varilekova
to contactus@royalmail.com

date Tue, May 4, 2010 at 11:23 AM
subject reference number 3-1000005787510


This is in regards to a letter with signature required that you guaranteed to be redelivered to my home on Monday, 26April2010. The guarantee was emailed to this address. You did not try to redeliver until Tuesday 27April2010. Then, you guaranteed redelivery to the post office at WN2 4SA in Hindley Green Wednesday, 28April2010. It was not yet there late on Friday afternoon, 30April2010. Please make sure it finally arrives.


redelivery reference number 3-1000005787510

originally to be delivered to
Tanya H. A. Varilek
861 Atherton Road
Hindley Green
Wigan
WN2 4TB


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"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again."

--Romeo
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from gemsnoreply@royalmail.com
to varilekova@gmail.com

date Thu, May 6, 2010 at 2:30 PM
subject Re: Your enquiry, reference number RM0381-2084

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PLEASE DO NOT USE REPLY BUTTON AS YOUR MAIL WILL BE DISCARDED AT
GEMSNOREPLY@ROYALMAIL.COM

FOR FUTURE CORRESPONDENCE PLEASE REPLY TO THE FOLLOWING EMAIL ADDRESS

contactus@royalmail.com

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Dear Ms Varilek

Thank you for contacting Royal Mail regarding your request to redeliver a
Recorded Signed ForT item, reference number AG300344724GB.

Our aim is to ensure that mail is delivered to our customers securely and
on time, and I fully appreciate the inconvenience caused when this is not
possible.

However, it is not operationally feasible to retain undelivered items of
mail at our Delivery Offices indefinitely, and we only hold on to Recorded
Signed ForT items locally for a period of one week. If it is not collected
or redelivered within this time scale, we must then try to return it to the
senders. Due to the time that has now lapsed since our first attempt at
delivery, I'm sorry to confirm that we cannot redeliver your item on this
occasion as we are no longer holding it locally.

If your item had a visible return address on the outside of the packaging,
we will have returned it to that address. No record is kept of the return
address however, so I'm unable to provide you with this information. If a
return address was not visible, we will have sent it to our National
Returns Centre, where we take steps to identify the sender's details and
return the mail to them. Please be aware that this process can take several
weeks to complete.

If you know who sent you this item, you may wish to contact them to make
them aware that the item may be returned to them. If necessary, they may
then be able to repost the item to you (this will, of course, require a new
postage payment) or provide an alternative. I appreciate the delay and
inconvenience this causes and apologise sincerely for that.

Once again, please accept my apologies, on behalf of Royal Mail, for the
problems you've had. I hope that the information and action above concludes
this matter but if you do need to contact us again, please quote reference
number 1-1404112081.

Regards

Isaac Odoom
Customer Service Advisor

Please contact at contactus@royalmail.com for future reference.

Royal Mail Group Limited registered in England and Wales registered number
4138203 registered office 3rd Floor, 100 Victoria Embankment, London,
EC4Y0HQ



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Royal Mail Group Limited registered in England and Wales registered number
4138203 registered office 3rd Floor, 100 Victoria Embankment, London, EC4Y
0HQ

This email and any attachments are confidential and intended for the
addressee only. If you are not the named recipient, you must not use,
disclose, reproduce, copy or distribute the contents of this communication.
If you have received this in error, please contact the sender and then
delete this email from your system.
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-----END MESSAGE-----

-----BEGIN MESSAGE-----
from Squid Varilekova
to contactus@royalmail.com

date Thu, May 6, 2010 at 3:06 PM
subject Re: Your enquiry, reference number RM0381-2084

Now that you have confirmed in writing that you returned it to the sender because you openly refused to deliver to me in any way shape or forml, and have also confirmed to me that you have never told me the name nor address of the sender, I am sure I now know the correct authorities to notify of your acknowledged negligence.

--Tanya H. A. Varilek
a.k.a. Squid B. Varilekova
-----END MESSAGE-----

-----BEGIN MESSAGE-----
from gemsnoreply@royalmail.com
to varilekova@gmail.com

date Mon, May 10, 2010 at 11:12 AM
subject Re: Your enquiry, reference number RM0381-2084

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////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////


PLEASE DO NOT USE REPLY BUTTON AS YOUR MAIL WILL BE DISCARDED AT
GEMSNOREPLY@ROYALMAIL.COM

FOR FUTURE CORRESPONDENCE PLEASE REPLY TO THE FOLLOWING EMAIL ADDRESS

contactus@royalmail.com

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Dear Ms Varilek


Thank you for your further contact with Royal Mail. Firstly I apologise for
not replying sooner.

Please note when we return mail to the sender, unfortunately we do not keep
a record of individual sender's details.

I am sorry I could not send you a more favourable reply on this occasion.

Regards

Carole-Anne Andrews
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Personal mail only from Mom
Mail delivery on Saturday
My treatment in the Royal Mail in Wigan

THE DIFFERENT LIES IN DIFFERENT PLACES UPDATE
Wigan
Hindley
Leigh
Hindley Green
London (in theory)

THE UKBA UPDATE
NASS funding(?)
Their only options left for removing me from the country since placing false charges on me to have me deported failed already

THE UPM UPDATE

First visit from Dean Randle "Northwest Regional Manager" of UPM and his return on 11May2010.  I missed both.

My home makes me physically ill.

Visit from Tony and the lady who said she was from the Home Office when I first met her at Yarl's Wood.  Now, she says she is a nurse in Leigh. 

THE PENNYGATE UPDATE

I actually recieved medical treatment from my GP, Catherine Morgan, and recommendations to specialists within her abilities to actually medically treat me under these highly socially oppressive restrictions we have here.  It is illegal to actually break the law, for example, to NOT treat an actual patient.  It is illegal to tell people to break the law, no matter who you are at any level of government.  It is NOT illegal to refuse to break the law in order to NOT harm others.

Huh... -- notes from a blog post I never finished...

Why I would...

What I might find if I were to visit...

What the US has ALREADY put me through... a some-not-all list...

What would happen here if I left...

The Day to Day Life -- notes from a blog post I never finished...

The things that arrived in a large box on Thursday, and the mental breakdown of my roommate due to the steroids AND testosterone in our home cold water taps... and the "meow meow" in the hot.

Friday: physically molested in line at the Tesco... twice... and bold faced lied to at the Hindley library. I was once a mathematician. I know how to read the hours on the sign. Locked out of a pub with a live band creating a fire hazard for the people inside. Finally, disgustingly sexually harrassed by a bus driver jacking off in front of me as if I would care to see it... ever... on a man pretending to know who I am.

Saturday night: a healthy long walk to find a dancefloor that does not really exist... but the walk was delightful.

Sunday: I stayed home to write snail-mail and heal from the respiratory infection born of all of our home's heat and hot water shut off for almost a week.

Monday: In the wee hours of the morning I was refused the ability to purchase a cough suppressant, was so light-headed from the respiratory infection I actually tripped and skinned my left knee, and called an ambulance to take me to the emergency room in Wigan that admitted me but did not treat me nor even make a medical record for me. My ARC did not work later that morning at the Post Office, so I now am inclined to believe my NASS funding of an entire £5 a day for all expenses, most typically my only food, is now refused to me. A stop in the Citizen's Advice Bureau to deal with this problem. The people there seemed initially inclined to (in a concept off of Mars) think I were an actress playing an asylum seeker... as if any human would willingly endure my forced living arrangements here. By the time I left, they knew the truth... or at least enough of it... and offered me much needed and very humane help.

A had a Moment of Weakness in which I was Scared I Lost you All, but I am Now Going to Remind you What you Mean to Me.

Sometimes I fear that the British citizens living around and interacting with me have forgotten what you all mean to me as a people. I was so affected this afternoon shortly after feeling that I had lost all of you that I called in my dangling Kermit doll for back up. Please recall certain sentiments of mine in their near-completeness.

This is more pleasurable than scones with clotted cream and elderberry juice at the orchard in Grantchester. (Did I spell that one correctly?… you know, the place a little past the ole skinny dipping hole of Virginia Wolf on the walk from Cambridge.) This is more complete than my still-no-White-Album Beatles collection (that I hope was properly gifted after I left San Francisco). This is even more handy than the sonic screwdriver that normally sits in my right hand pocket. This is what you all mean to me… in a some-not-all list. I apologise for my lack of completeness.

Your early signs of democracy included a Magna Carta … or Great Letter. But what are your people doing now to control your own chosen government? I saw the exchange rates today. You economy is going strong,.. but then why does that mean that you as a people must be so completely oppressed? Why must all you believe in this world be controlled by human-rights-negating speakers in your ear canals? Why must you have no ideas, beliefs, or intentions of your own? Why must all you know and trust be forced on you against anything you already know or want for you and yourselves? What sort of population would insist on doing what you as a whole have done to me to ANY woman? We know you would not have if you had not volunteered to give up your own free will by choice. I would prefer if you would just be your natural, beautiful selves. I think you would prefer if you would be your natural, beautiful selves. I think the world would benefit best from you if you insisted on being your natural, beautiful selves.

There was a time that Churchill taught us that Walpole’s need for Appeasement really just meant “Never negotiate with terrorists.” You know, the people who constantly tell you that your human rights will only come back after… and then say they will only come back after… and then they say after eight more months… and then they say only if you turn a mostly innocent woman into a hooker… You all know the types. You know better than to listen to them. If you want it over you need to make it over. Do it Churchill style on that one.

If someone out there insists I may only be treated with full human rights if I lie to you and tell you I was born of British blood, you know I will not lie to you … though I have known to be wrong on a few occasions. I am only human that way. In good very good company as an American everyone in both countries usually prefers to call British. There is a T.S. Elliot on one side of me and an Edward Gorey and a Julie Andrews… and, I believe, an Angela Lansbury on the other.

However, if you want to claim I am an actually part of your democratic body, I will tell your government my opinions of it. I will make your Prime Minister listen to statements as passionate (though, hopefully of different tone) than those I give our President. But, only if you ask nicely.

I am a lady. I tend to behave. Though... sometimes I barely proofread.

I was hoping I would not have to post something today... but why slack off when faced with a challenge?

I told many people back in October 2009 that they should have just made me complacent... I even reposted it again in October 2009. I will be capable of being quiet if you would just stop giving me a fight to fight.

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Squid Varilekova to upm2, upm2
show details 5:13 PM (0 minutes ago)


Hey there,

Could you please send someone by to relight the pilot light in our water heater? We have not had heat nor hot water in our home since late on Saturday. My roommates Katie and Margie have refused to call you about it. Noreen told me she was fleeing for her life on Friday afternoon, but I saw her at the house again yesterday morning when I discovered that she had put string beans in the fridge in the living room and that the water heater was working again. When I got home from the library yesterday, though, she was gone and the water heater was off again. She did leave cigarettes in the back garden again, though. Please turn our heat back on again. It's not like the gas has been shut off or something.

Also, a health inspector stopped by today to make a note of the trash you have insisted on looking at in our back garden instead of actually doing your real job as promised and removing. You are landlords, right?

As a further note on the structural damage I noticed below the fireplace, there is also now structural damage showing in the same wall but behind the refridgerator. Clearly, the wall is unstable, and the first place the damage showed was below the heaviest object in the wall, the closed over fireplace. Now that it is showing in the parts of the wall that do not have heavy objects above them, I suggest you fix the real problem before the east wall of the house collapses. This does not take a genius, but a physicist might best be able to explain the forces at work concerning gravity and the inability of that house to support its own weight. Or an architect... or an inspector. Please let me know if you would like me to help you find one.

Please let me know when you are ready to address these concerns,
Tanya H. A. Varilek
a.k.a. Squid B. Varilekova

P.S. United Utilites has already tested the groundwater in the area. The problems with our tap water are now very clearly a concern for our home only. I was quite relieved to know that the neighborhood was not forced to deal with our specific water problems.

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"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again."

--Romeo

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Three Lists: Esoteric Questions, my Current Shopping List, and EMails that are not from People

The Esoteric Questions:

Am I or am I not human?
- This is a good question since I do not have any human rights that I have been allowed to notice.

Do I or do I not exist?
- Do you exist? Does this computer exist? Does my ability to speak to you through this computer exist?

Am I or am I not real?
- Let me make this one easy. I am here. I am breathing. I have a physical, human body (with an X as its 64th chromosome). I do mundane things all day like send snail-mail. I am still kicking your burro with verbosity. Yes, I think I am the real me.

Can saying something make it real?
- I have found that if I want or need something to be, I can make it happen. I have found that other people do not have these abilities. For example, "Let us call her a hooker, so that some day we can force her to be one." Please remember that these things are not retroactive. Or, "I will announce she is dead, so that some day I might actually be able to successfully kill her." Please remember that these things are not retroactive. Or, "We will pretend she is a secret agent for some country... somewhere... We'll figure it out later. Nobody will notice she has NEVER been a spy for real because of how naturally conspicuous she is." And we wonder why I call him incompetent.

Could signing away their own human rights by choice have left the podpeople anything but dibilitatingly culpable? (Do I know how to spell that word properly?)
- Well, the people who chipped their ears could have just killed their victims instead to hide all of the evidence of what they have already done to them. Wait, why do so many people want ME dead?

What is or is not truth?
- Please recall that... bool(1) /= bool (0) .

Is there such a thing as true love?
-For the answer to this, please consult an expert... for example, the Mr. Johnny Depp.

Is there or is there not a signal emanating from my body other than normal human divine energy?
- Are there still untested (medically and scientifically) nano-technological appliances in my head against my will? They must be powered somehow, and hey! I can still hear them in there! May I request a CuisinArt breadmaker next time? Sometimes, I get very hungry. (Oh, and just so I can finally know... Can you see the divine energy emanating from my body? Nobody ever tells me these things.)

Who has the LEGAL rights to use or access that signal?
- It emanates out of my body from equipment inside my body. I am a human, so my body is not an object. It is a part of myself. Thusly, what is inside my body is only mine. Should that I be allowed to finally locate a husband, we would both know that every singular OBJECT either of us owns is technically half mine AND half his. So, he would be able to use and access my signal legally. Also, I have signed a legal document permissing a certain US government body and its "colleagues" to access the signal (or any signals) emanating from my body. That is all: any actual legally bound spouse, the NSA, the "NSA watch group", and myself. We all know better than to ever use it for torture... by pumping it into the ears of any people in the form of voices.



My Current Shopping List:

Feminine hygiene products
Ice cream
Toilet paper
Microwave popcorn-- now that it will not pop while in my kitchen cupboards
Dead plant and animal materials-- the tasty kind... they are for eating
Muffin tin
Cheese-- various and numerous
Radio
Bacon
Bottled water
Eggs


EMail Messages that did not Originate from People:

Hey! Look! An acknowledgement from the Royal Mail about my customer service complaint!

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This is an automatic acknowledgement from Royal Mail Customer Services

Your reference number is AA####-####

Thank you for your e-mail. This has been allocated to one of our advisors
who will investigate and respond to your specific enquiry. Our aim is to
reply to all customer emails within five working days.

Thank you for contacting Royal Mail.
-----END MESSAGE DATA-----

Does anyone know how to reach my old roommate Sue? We met in Baltimore.

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from Mail Delivery Subsystem
to varilekova@gmail.com

date Sat, May 1, 2010 at 5:31 PM
subject Delivery Status Notification (Failure)

hide details May 1 (3 days ago)


Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently:

suelynn@stanford.alumni.org

Technical details of permanent failure:

The recipient server did not accept our requests to connect. Learn more at http://mail.google.com/support/bin/answer.py?answer=7720
[stanford.alumni.org (1): Connection timed out]

----- Original message -----

MIME-Version: 1.0
Received: by 10.204.134.193 with SMTP id k1mr4769286bkt.165.1272461792216;
Wed, 28 Apr 2010 06:36:32 -0700 (PDT)
Received: by 10.204.99.210 with HTTP; Wed, 28 Apr 2010 06:36:32 -0700 (PDT)
Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2010 14:36:32 +0100
Message-ID:
Subject: Mrs. Sue-Lynn Woo Donn!!! Hello!!!
From: Squid Varilekova
To: suelynn@stanford.alumni.org
Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary=0015174bf04c1d883a04854c1964
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The Local Stuff-- Why is it that so many people want me hospitalized against my will for speaking the truth while they are also denying I have a real mental disability?

Hee-hee. I finally walked myself all of the way over to Hindley last week on Tuesday to make appointments live and in person at my GP's office. I went back on Wednesday for my intake with the nurse. Her last name was Rimmer, and it made me want to call her Smeghead.

Many things were discussed. She made notes on the absurd number of scars only on my arms. I forgot to mention that there is a moving numb spot on my right big toe. It became clear after I got on the scale that I had lost 8 Kg since last month due to living on £5 a day under the "good graces" of the NASS subdivision of the UKBA and having to walk an hour one-way to be able to use the internet here at the public library.

The living-on-mere-pennies thing I am used to; that is how I have spent my entire adult life. Wow! What a luxurious lifestyle I have always lived! The good news is, it does not take much money to change the world for the better. Yey! I have made that one obvious by now.

A week ago yesterday while walking home from this particular library, I stopped in the Bargain Booze store to look for the cheapest bottle of tawny port I could get my hands on. I use it to make a tasty chicken marinade involving a little olive oil, rosemary, and sea salt. They did not have one of low enough quality for cooking. However, most impressively, the man behind the counter there treated me like a human. I almost did not know what to do when he acknowledged my physical presence and showed concern for my actual cooking needs involving a tasty alcohol-based form of yumminess of which he is a professional purveyor.

THE RANDOM BRUISE UPDATE
Two big, ugly bruises popped up Wednesday night. This means I was likely beaten on my writing hand and arm the previous night and "somehow" forgot it ever happened. It is possible that it occured when I tripped and fell Wednesday afternoon when coming home from the green grocer carrying my fruits and vegetables. I have no tread and only half of the heels left on the only shoes I own in which I am able to walk around at all... And since the buses are prohibitively expensive, walking is the only way I am able to do things like visit my doctor's office, buy groceries, or go to the library. Then again, when I fell I landed on the wrong side of my right arm for it to have caused these bruises.

If they are still here on Friday when I see my GP, I will be able to discuss it with her. But we all know that I heal very very very quickly.

THE UPM UPDATE
We received a statement at our address from United Utilities, the local water company, last week. It stated that our home was still listed in their books as vacant and urged that we tell them whether or not it is occupied, so that our water would not be shut off. I mailed to them the means to contact our landlords, suppliers of our NASS provided housing for financially destitute (due to what resources we are allowed to control ourselves) asylum seekers. Oddly, I have been returning mail in all shapes and sizes to the post office ever since I arrived that was intended for previous asylum seekers that had lived at that address before me and my roommates. I wonder how long the house I live in has actually been in the possession of United Property Management.

Hmmmm... UPM has also neglected to acknowledge most of my concerns in my first two complaint(s) forms, as well. Here is my third. I just emailed it to them earlier today. As always, click on any thumbnails to make them full size.

In an odd turn of events, the flame went out in our water heater late Saturday night, and although I had left a note for my roommates Katie and Margie asking them to call the emergency help line for UPM to have it fixed, they both decided to go all weekend and through yesterday's bank holiday without heat. I am the one in the house who cannot afford a mobile phone at all on our meager NASS allowance, so I was completely unable to call. I thought that their insistence on refusing to have heat and hot water in our home was an odd choice.

Friday afternoon, our fourth roommate left screaming for her life back to London on a coach ticket bought for her by an exboyfriend of hers... or so she claimed. She had spent all eighteen days worth of her initial NASS provided money in her first four days after her arrival at our home. She spent most of it on cigarettes and mobile phone time. I know this because I was the one who was constantly cleaning her cigarette butts and mobile phone receipts out of where they were randomly tossed in the back garden. She called NASS and insisted on more money, and they gladly obliged. So, she spent twenty-five days worth of NASS funding in nine days at our home before fleeing for her life.

She spent the entire time pestering me for more money (though she openly had more money that I the entire time), asking me personal questions about things she should could have only ever known about me if she were watching me use these library computers all day (which we all know she could not have been... because that is illegal), spreading out her personal belongings in the common areas (but only after she found me already sitting there eating or writing snail-mail), asking me for help on problems she does not really have (while ignoring any actual advice I gave her to fix what she was describing as her problems), and being the genetically and socially engineered example of how not to impress me as a living creature. I kept trying to make it clear that she needed to remove the speaker from her ear canal. I treated her with the respect any human is due; though, that was clearly not any "favor" she was willing to give to me.

Luckily, though, after insisting that she needed me to give her money to be able to afford to flee for her life back to London, she reappeared this morning to fix our water heater for us. I can only imagine what she will be living on for money while she is here. But, it is nice to have heat again in our house. And why would she return? Did she have nowhere to go to take her in when she got to London? I wish I could help her, but she always ignores what I actually have to say about anything. Until she is actually willing to solve her real problems, there is very little I can do for her.

THE ROYALMAIL UPDATE
So, Friday, 23April2010, I received a we-tried-to-deliver-mail-to-you-that-you-need-to-sign-for note from the Royal Mail. So, I went to the redelivery website listed on the note, and they confirmed for me a guaranteed delivery to my home for the letter on Monday, 26April2010. Instead, they waited until I was not home on Tuesday, 27April2010 to attempt to redeliver the letter. This was most odd because late the previous afternoon, as I had requested, they had already confirmed and guaranteed it would be delivered to the Hindley Green post office for me to pick up at my leisure starting Wednesday, 28April2010. As of late on Friday, 30April2010, it was still not there.

When I was there on Friday, though, I did have the opportunity to tell the postal employee working there that my mother had confirmed to me herself already that her package of clothes, shoes, make-up, etc... for me from my former home in San Francisco was already in the mail and due to arrive sometime by Friday this week. Let's see if they can get that one right.

THE PODPEOPLE UPDATE
The local people still had chips in their heads last week when I first started my notes for this blog post. The still pretend they do not recognize me when it is clear that they think they do, but since the woman they believe they see in me is usually not the real woman that I am, this is not too distressful at this immediate moment. When I have a solid guarantee that all of the chips have been removed from their heads... which will most likely be born from prolonged time watching them have independent thought and free will again; then, I will know for sure they will be fine. Human rights should never be this rare.

The flag of England AND the Union Jack are both flying in different places outside this library today. It is about damn time.

THE UKBA SOLUTIONS-I-RECOMMEND-FOR-THEIR-INSISTENCE-I-DO-NOT-EXIST LIST
I am here, at the very least, until this culture cleans up its own mess. The further benchmarks of such include but are not limited to...

1.) ... a clear indication of all speakers removed from all ear canals and a guarantee they will not return. These are a people, a culture, a population. They are not toys for anyone to control.

2.) ... my eventual ability to communicate with dear, old friends and family here. I have family in Scotland related to me on my mom's side, and I have been allowed no methods through which I could be able to contact them. Huh... it would mean that I would finally be able to move out of my NASS provided accomodation.

3.) ... a strong and healthy relationship between the people of England and the rest of the United Kingdom. This is a nation of many cultures. They need to maintain their abilities to be a cohesive people.

4.) ... the ability for me to receive my own personal mail and control my own resources and personal property. The fact this one is an issue at all has reached from incriminating-against-the-national-authorities straight into dramatic-show-of-inhumane-behavior-as-a-way-to-hide-a-pathetic-lack-of-logical-justifications-for-refusing-human-rights-to-an-innocent-woman. It is the sign of a morally weak and highly corrupt government whose democratic population is having some problems properly controlling. Sadly, it is still more functional than the one in the US away from which I am seeking humanitarian protection. We already know that taking away someone's human rights must be justified legally before they are all removed; just as a person must be put on trial to defend herself before she can be incarcerated.

5.) ... a sign that my Mr. Love-of-my-Life has received my mail for him, a sign that the public around me are free to discuss any topics they wish with any people they choose, and of course, my being treated as at least a human by all people who encounter me in the public sphere. Oh, and the fact that the people around here only bother to confront the people who lie to them about any and all topics instead of attacking me over things that do not really exist, have never been true, or have never actually happened.

Now, there are many ways for me to live within the UKBA parameters for political asylum seekers here in the United Kingdom while we all work on these things to save this society together that will finally remove me from NASS provided housing and the meager £5-a-day-for-any-all-expenses NASS allowance. I have never wanted to be a financial burden on this government. Had I been given a choice about any of this, I never would have been.

In special circumstances, employment can be allowed to an asylum seeker. I would not mind a temporary work visa for any occupation that fits any niche skill set I already possess. Look at that, it would even make me a contributing member of this society.

A student visa is another option. There are so many things in this world I would love the freedom to learn about still. At my age of thirty-plus years, I know that I should technically be tenured already, but why not study study study, again? One can never know enough.

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I was playing nicely. Now you better finally get your hands off my family... and their personal correspondence.

Hmmm... I just made it to my email account, and I found a distressing email from my mother. I fear she is still not being properly respected as a human by the US government. Here is our email exchange on this topic.

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from Varilek, Dina <...work email address removed...>
to Squid Varilekova

date Fri, Apr 30, 2010 at 3:15 PM
subject Do you have denim pants?


and sweaters?

love you,
mommy
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fromSquid Varilekova
to"Varilek, Dina" <...mom's work email...>,
dina <...mom's home email...>

date Fri, Apr 30, 2010 at 4:05 PM
subject Re: Do you have denim pants?

Mom,

I still do not wear sweaters very often and doubt I own many. Mom, how long have you been buying me clothes that I barely ever wear... like sweaters, blazers, and other things that don't match other things I already own? I love you, but please stop buying me clothes that cannot be worn with other things I already have.

Yes, I have jeans. I put holes in them myself and tend to wear them over fishnets... I believe you sent me the whole three or four pairs of pants I own (1- pair jeans with holes in them, 1- pair of seethrough sheer mesh, 1- pair of red leather, 1- ... wait, ... do only own three, then?) since you have already sent me all of my clothes, like I had already asked you to and like you have already told me you have sent through the normal postal systems to arrive next week. I know you love me, but my biggest worry right now is finally being able to have a non-broken pair of shoes. I have three pairs, and all are broken. These I am wearing have half of the heels left on them, but I have no others to wear since I will not ever have enough money to fix them.

Please stop worrying about the sweaters and pants I never wear. This is an issue of not having any shoes.

I love you,
TanTan

--
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again."

--Romeo
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from Varilek, Dina <...mom's work email...>
to Squid Varilekova

date Fri, Apr 30, 2010 at 4:11 PM
subject RE: Do you have denim pants?

Honey, I sent you one box, not everything.
I will send the rest as soon as I am able to.

love you,
mom
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from Squid Varilekova
to "Varilek, Dina" <...mom's work email...>,
dina <...mom's home email...>

date Tue, May 4, 2010 at 10:34 AM
subject Re: Do you have denim pants?


Mom,

You were the only person I allowed to touch my belongings in the US at all... Well, you and people you were directly supervising. You were only allowed to move them around according to the requirements I described in this email and that I snail-mailed to you and other redundant places in the US with wet signatures and personal messages attached. If my belongings do not arrive in their completeness, I will have to go through other means to make sure the US government is incapable of controlling you, harassing you, and threatening you.

Please take care,
Tanya H. A. Varilek
a.k.a. Squid B. Varilekova

----begin forwarded message----
From: Squid Varilekova [varilekova@peacemail.com]
Sent: 3/16/2010 10:04:20 AM
To: ...mom's work email...
Cc: ...mom's home email...
Subject: Hi, Mom! I finally have a new email address!!!

Mom!!!

Did you have a good Mother's Day (UK)? Yeah, I'm in housing for asylum seekers in Liverpool right now. I hope you are doing better than last I saw you. Did you get the fax and email I sent you since arriving? When I finally have an address, I want you to come visit me and your family up in Scotland. I hope you will.

Speaking of which, do you know how to reach your family in Scotland, still? I know you send them Christmas cards every year. I should probably tell them, "Hello!" at the very least.

Oh, and do you remember that last Western Union that you sent to me in Mexico City? Do you mind telling Western Union (You can either just stop in the office where you sent it from or call their 800 number.) that I am in the UK, now? Or, if you prefer, you can request a refund. Please just let me know which you choose. I love you. Thank you for always helping me, even if it means the US government calls you and harrasses you about it. Did I spell that correctly?

Oh, and the thing about wanting my permission to move my objects around in the States... Do you remember when I called you and asked you specifically to keep the house safe? Because all of my childhood memorabelia is in that house? Please stop giving away things from that house to St. Vincent de Paul. Please trust me when I say that you are sitting on a goldmine of my childhood memories. I know the US government is making it very difficult for you to make financial ends meet in that house right now, but if you would set aside a few things from our childhoods and possibly have them professionally appraised before (and I know you have never done this before) putting them up for auction or putting them on eBay, you will finally be able to pay to maintain the house AND pay all of the taxes the government slaps you both with every year.

Please consider having my original Nintendo ES appraised... or maybe the family TI Basic... but definitely NOT both. Please wait on the Barbie dolls and My Little Ponies for an absolute emergency... but I know that my electronic drum set with the original drumsticks in still in the laundry room... please don't try to repair it first. Dad might want somebody to look at your first car, the still all original '71 Charger that sits in the warehouse. I know you already gave away our childhood (antique player) piano against my best wishes, but our indestructible childhood Sesame Street playset from Fisher Price is one of those things (and I know the Ernie pegdoll is still in the basement behind the dresser) that you should be protecting with your life about now. That said, please don't let anybody in my bedroom. Some of the original sock puppets from "The Darned" are even in there. Please take care.

Also, when you finally make arrangements to move my belonging arounds that are still in California... and I already know that Tara has been in my storage unit at least once because she took the Wilson Hammer you used when we were kids and put it in her closet in LA... you have my expressed permission to do so... so long as...

1.) ...my entire LP collection is given to Erik "'Dabs" Sandall. The collection includes the LPs in my former room (including the Beatles LPs) in SF, and also my "The Muppet Movie" soundtrack, "Sesame Street Fever" from your basement, original "Thriller" by Michael Jackson (Mine is the one with someone else's name on it in marker that I procured at the Salvation Army while in undergrad; the other one is Tara's.), and the pristine "Never Mind the Bollocks" and "In Through the Out Door" that are in my childhood bedroom in your house still. Well, give please give him my 45s, as well.

2.) ... you mail my Moetai (the small tiki god given to me by a native to the Marquesas that sits on the dresser in my former rented room in SF) to Mr. Johnny Depp c/o the Viper Room on Sunset Boulevard in West Hollywood. I suppose you could also send it to any French Embassy, but the Viper Room address has certain dancefloor poetics for me. He should be expecting it by the time it arrives.

3.) ... my red trenchcoat and busted up old tablet computer are given to Drew Harrington, the younger brother of Joe Harrington. He will make sure they are given to the Smithsonian Museum system for me.

4.) ... you send me my clothes (yes, including the pants I barely ever wear), makeup, and shoes. I have no idea how long it will be before I have enough money here to buy myself a new pair of shoes. The address I will be at for the next two or three weeks is...

Tanya H. A. Varilek
a.k.a. Squid B. Varilekova
...address of my temporary asylum seeker housing in Liverpool...

If you send them to arrive any later than two weeks from now, I have no idea where they will end up or if I will ever receive them... and I could really use that warm winter coat you bought me when you were in CA to see me.

5.) ... the contents of my 5' x 5' storage unit (primarily consisting of academic books and epic literature) be moved into my childhood bedroom in your house.

THANKS! I love you! Please take better care of yourself!

--TanTan
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