Bartle Library, Binghamton University, New York
Why hasn’t the university spent more money on Maintenance of Elevators?
I am sure, even though they are a state school, that the alumni have donated a substantial sum of money. I bet there is an endowment worth more than two billion dollars.
Are they under the same program that Cornell was – – – “Deferred Maintenance?”
That is a fucking horrible phrase that covers up the real concept of “Neglect of the Infrastructure.”
Worse yet, it is an oxymoron; Maintenance means to maintain something. Deferred means to not do something. So we have “Maintaining Not.” Such smart people at Cornell, yet so ignorant of their own utterances.
I hope Binghamton University does not mirror Cornell in that respect.
But what the hell difference does it make? I am hurtling towards my death – – – and here I am whining about finances.
Maybe if I would have paid tuition for the course being taught on the 15th floor I would not have been in this situation. Every penny counts – – – and I have just traded a few hundred dollars for my life. What an asshole I have been.
Maybe it wasn’t all about my being good or bad – – – maybe it was all about being an asshole.
When Saint Peter meets me at the gate he will say “Waldo, you were neither good nor evil; you were just an asshole. And for that I commit you to Purgatory for the remainder of infinity.”
Hey! Pete! I worked hard at being different – – – at being an asshole.
I was a beatnik in the late fifties, a free thinker in the sixties, a working stiff in the eighties, a shovel bum and delivery driver in the nineties, and a half-ass author after the millennial.
Yes, Pete, I will serve my time – – – for being an asshole – – – in Purgatory.
I should have written a philosophical treatise entitled; “Being and Assholeism.”
Only three floors to go – – – my fate is clear – – – let us not delay the process of my nothingness.
TOMORROW: 3th Floor