My Section 8 housing voucher expires in December. I was in the hospital for almost the entire month of October, and couldn't use my phone or the Internet or have passes to leave the facility, so I couldn't look for housing then.
These are pictures of the front and back covers of the Metro newspaper today:
When I left the hospital, my HomeStart advocate sent me an email saying that she had a lead for an apartment near Northeastern University.
My phone is hacked, and the Northeastern School of Law and the Metro are telling me and the rest of Boston that I'll never have a safe place to live.
Someone on the train is coughing at me.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, October 31, 2014 @ 10:41 a.m.
A worker in the cafeteria coughed every time he walked past me.
I'm in the room of the women's program. I got here a few minutes ago. Nobody has said a friendly word to me, and a couple of homeless women have already coughed at me.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 31, 2014 @ 9:21 a.m.
I wasn't able to publish from my phone when I was in the St. Francis House building. I had started this page before I realized that; then I wrote at one of the St. Francis House computers. This page published after I Ieft.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 31, 2014 @ 10:31 a.m.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds,--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew--
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of G-d.
I'm sorry that my moving to Boston in 2011 coincided with the effects of the conglomerate's destructive behavior. Most of what I knew about Mayor Menino, whom I never met, was in the context of American social and political turmoil.
I'm sure that's not all there was to him, and that he'll be missed.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 31, 2014 @ 9:38 a.m.
Boston Medical Center says it has standards for how patients are treated at its facility. I had yet another harrowing experience at Boston Medical Center today; why?
I have said that nobody should be treated the way the conglomerate treats me; I'm sorry that these were the only pictures that I could take of the man changing the rug at the police station, right before the officer at the front desk told me that all she saw in my video of the Tufts Medical Center janitor was him doing his job by sweeping.
What are the police going to say when someone finally rapes me in person and I try to report it? "He was just doing his job" or "They were just cleaning?"
Why is this craziness happening? Also; is this the conglomerate's idea of innovative grammar?
I took the rest of the pictures from the window of Starbucks:
The van says SON-VO.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 29, 2014 @ 7:24 p.m.
The same homeless woman who coughed at me repeatedly yesterday and this morning is coughing at me this afternoon. She won't be the only one.
The door to the staff's office is a few feet from me; I'm sure they can hear her.
@ 2:49 p.m.
She's still coughing. Someone closed the office door during the past 10 minutes. I guess they want to make sure that they can say "We didn't hear it," if I ask for them to make her or other guests stop bullying me.
@ 3:00 p.m.
Another guest just did more coughing.
The one who's obsessed with harassing me just coughed again.
More coughing happening every minute. It will be like this until I leave tomorrow morning.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 29, 2014 @ 3:11 p.m.
YouTube has suspended my YouTube blog, "Lena Kochman"!
Those are screenshots of what happened when I typed the words "Lena Kochman" into the search box at YouTube and then clicked on the result that was my blog!
Apparently, YouTube doesn't consider the blog "Stop Stalking Me: The Best of Lena Kochman," with its copyright violations of my past YouTube blogs, its purpose of bullying me with ridicule on the Internet, and the hundreds of comments posted to it of people calling me crazy and saying that I should be raped and killed, to be in violation of YouTube's terms of service.
Yet again, YouTube has destroyed one of my blogs and erased months of documentation of what happens to me every day. It seems that YouTube wants people who create blogs that steal my copyrighted material, that bully me and that encourage people to abuse me, to be considered the authorities.
Does this also have to do with my having faxed a letter to the judge of my hospital commitment hearing, telling the judge about my YouTube blog and the hate-blogs that some people have created about me? I faxed that letter over a week ago, when the hearing was first scheduled. I felt it was important for the judge and the lawyers and everyone else who was part of the case to see evidence that my situation is real.
The hearing resolved in my favor yesterday, even without my blog, although I didn't know that my blog probably wasn't part of the evidence until a few minutes ago.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 29, 2014 @ 1:52 p.m.
I am waiting in line at the doctor's office. A couple of male patients seem to be coughing at me.
I started this page a few minutes after 11:00 a.m. The situation exploded a few minutes after I started the page, with several patients coughing and laughing at me, and a man yelling that I needed to talk to a psychiatrist, that he could talk to me however he wanted to, and that I was a psycho.
This is a picture of one of the male patients who started the harassment in the waiting room. He kept coughing at me and laughing when I told him to stop. He's not the one who started yelling at me a few minutes later.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 29, 2014 @ 1:36 p.m.
Trust Yahoo to call a recording of a woman being harassed for 10 hours "discriminatory" and to characterize as "nice" the behavior of men who believe that the reason women leave their houses is to be sexually approached by strangers.
Men don't get treated that way, nor should they.
While I was writing this page, a janitor started to stalk me.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 29, 2014 @ 8:42 a.m.
I hate having things to be angry about every day. I hate feeling that there's always something to criticize and to be outraged about.
I hate writing about the conglomerate and everything that it causes. I hate seeing the worst brought out of people all the time. I hate the viciousness, the predation, the sadism and the gloating, the self-serving dishonesty, the implacable ignorance, the leering, hypocritical lewdness and the way that the conglomerate is trying to make schadenfreude humanity's permanent and predominant emotion.
I don't hate the conglomerate because it is more powerful than I am; I hate the conglomerate because it's evil.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 29, 2014 @ 7:45 a.m.
A couple of days before I left the hospital, a new, 42", LED, LG flat screen television was delivered to the unit where I was. Someone, perhaps the CEO of the hospital, had decided to buy that television for that unit, even though the unit already had a flat screen television which was better than the televisions that other units have, and even though there was a toilet in one of the patient bathrooms which wasn't working for days. The "LG" logo is on the front of the television, for everyone to see whenever anyone is watching television, which happens a lot in psychiatric units.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 29, 2014 @ 6:52 a.m.
Since I was last at the Pine Street Inn almost a month ago, someone has replaced all of the lights in the shower room. The room is much brighter now. Were the lights changed so that video cameras that aren't supposed to be in the shower stalls can get better lighting for video being filmed of homeless women, in total, horrifying, sickening, criminal invasion of their privacy?
At the Pine Street Inn, all homeless guests who have emergency beds, through the lottery, have to take showers every night that they get beds. Last year, I suspected that video cameras had been put in the shower room. Were they, and were the hundreds of homeless women who have been guests of the shelter been videotaped in that room every night for more than a year?
Copyright L. Kochman, October 28, 2014 @ 9:03 p.m./edited October 29, 2014 @ 6:11 a.m.
26 days at a mental hospital changed nothing. I spent the entire time being told I was paranoid, while staff and patients coughed in my face and laughed about it. Not everyone there was bad, but it was a harrowing experience, the way it always is when I'm in the hospital; that's why I always have to think about it before I ask to be admitted to one.
I was discharged today, as soon as the medical director of the hospital realized that he would not be able to successfully portray me to the judge as being severely paranoid for thinking that people are coughing at me on purpose and for thinking that there are cameras in the bathrooms and other places in the hospital where people have a reasonable expectation of privacy. The list of medications that he had petitioned the court to force me to take was extensive.
As soon as I got to the Pine Street Inn, a homeless guest was already coughing at me. She's continued that for the last hour, with a few other guests chiming in.
I was stalked by vehicles that parked outside the hospital, while I was there. I was stalked by vehicles, and a helicopter, on the way from the hospital to the shelter. I was stalked by men with brooms and dustpans and trashpickers when I was near the Pine Street Inn, and now I'm being coughed at by someone who probably weighs two hundred pounds and who is thoroughly enjoying sexually harassing me and knowing there's nothing that I can do about it.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 28, 2014 @ 3:27 p.m./addition @ 3:29 p.m.
The Clintons and Paris Hilton have a particular investment in obscuring and excusing their sex scandals by torturing me, and by trying to socially normalize bad, sexual behavior.
I guess Mr. Clinton likes the idea of someone being secretly recorded in the midst of not cheating on a spouse, not having sexual relations at work, not taking advantage of a work subordinate, and not having sexual relations with someone who is essentially 20 while I'm essentially 50. "What a slut Lena is, huh, America? Don't forget it!"
Mrs. Clinton's just here for the votes of ignorant people who want to be like conglomerate celebrities, and the money.
Ms. Hilton's sex tape embarrassment is a blip on the screen compared to the ongoing sexual assault of me. Apparently, she feels the only way to live down her global shame is by participating enthusiastically in the destruction of my life.
Those are screenshots of the first page of the website for the Clinton Foundation.
Those are screenshots of the first page of Yahoo search results for a search of the term "Hillary Clinton."
Those are screenshots of the first page of Yahoo search results for Paris Hilton.
That's a screenshot of the first page of the official Paris Hilton website.
I took all of those screenshots today.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, October 1, 2014 @ 1:13 p.m.
I have noticed how much nothing that I say causes the conglomerate to stop or even to do anything except enjoy itself even more at my protests. When I say things like "You can't have sex with children/be voyeurs/stalk/sexually harass people," and everything else that I have said, they say "Obviously, we can do those things; nothing and nobody have stopped us," or "That's not what we're doing; you're just a bad person. Everybody else likes it or deserves it."
It's like having a bunch of people break into your house who are going to steal everything and then burn your house down. At first, you think they're joking. Then you realize that, even though they're all laughing, they are going to do what it seems like they're going to do. When you say "You can't steal," they say "Obviously we can; nothing and nobody have stopped us," or "We're not stealing; it's about time someone taught you to share, you selfish thing."
When you say "You can't burn my house down," they say "Obviously we can; nothing and nobody have stopped us," or "We're not burning your house down; we're aerating the premises, which we have to do because you lived here."
Copyright L. Kochman, October 1, 2014 @ 12:02 p.m.
The New York Times is calling me a slut who smells like fish, which it has done with prurient self-righteousness since 2010.
When I was at the crisis stabilization unit at South Shore Mental Health, one of the groups at the building that had the unit was a meeting of the drama club. I went to the meeting. They were doing monologues. There were several monologues for men and women, and everyone else had chosen one the week before. A few people read their monologues to the group or had memorized them. I was asked to look at the monologues and choose one.
The one that I chose was attributed to the character of Karen, from the movie "Goodfellas." It struck me that the monologue was similar to the mentality that a lot of people probably develop in the entertainment industry; after a while, even the worst things seem normal, because everyone that you know does them and you all live in isolation from the rest of the world.
That's a picture of the monologue.
I hadn't seen the movie and didn't know what the character was like, to whom she was talking, or what had happened in the movie by the time she said the things in the monologue.
That night, I did searches of "Karen Goodfellas" at YouTube and watched the resulting videos with my phone.
That was a few days ago, and the New York Times, after invading my privacy and making the interpretations of the information that it got from invading my privacy that best served to fuel its hateful, misogynist, elitist propaganda, is continuing to get mileage from it. That's how the conglomerate likes to treat me all of the time.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, October 1, 2014 @ 6:19 a.m.