I wrote and recorded these songs in February and April of 2005 for my only album, “OG.”
Category: Personal Life
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Before and After Bard College
Today, I found some photos on my 2004 Apple iBook G4, which was my first major purchase after starting work at McDonald’s. I was so transfixed at the time with Apple computers and iPods (I might’ve even been the first person in my 9th grade class to have an iPod) that I exuberantly told my parents to invest heavily in Apple. Up to that point, I had never told my parents to invest in any company. I hope they did invest in Apple (they’ve always denied it), because then I’m sure we’d all be millionaires!
Back to the subject, I hadn’t been on this computer in 5–10 years, and I couldn’t remember the password this morning. Luckily, though, the heavens eventually let me remember it. I was most delighted to find a self-portrait I took shortly before leaving home to attend Bard College in 2007–which was also my first profile picture on Facebook–and a self-portrait I took in the spring of 2010, which was in between the times I left Bard College mid-semester in the spring and fall of 2010. I never returned to Bard College after the fall of 2010.
As mentioned, these photos are self-portraits. I took the 2007 photo with a DSLR and a tripod. I took the 2010 photo by holding my DSLR over my body while lying in my yard. The 2007 photo depicts the Temple of Eck in my hometown of 30 years: Chanhassen, Minnesota. This building is on the site of the headquarters of Eckankar, a cult-like religion. I have never joined this cult-like religion, though I believe my parents and brother are members. I did, however, write an article about Eckankar for Chaska High School’s student newspaper during my junior year of high school (the spring of 2006, to be exact) and got to go on a tour of the Temple of Eck with a member of Eckankar from my high school, his mom, and another unknown member. Otherwise, no one has ever talked to me about Eckankar, much less asked me to join.
Both of the following two photos were taken straight out of camera (SOOC), meaning I did not post-process or edit them in any way.
Here is the “before” photo and some EXIF data:
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Date taken: 6/5/2007 7:51 PM
Dimensions: 3008 x 2000
Camera maker: NIKON CORPORATION
Camera model: NIKON D50
F-stop: f/9
Exposure time: 1/200 sec.
ISO speed: (blank)
Exposure bias: -0.7 step
Focal length: 50 mm
Metering mode: Pattern
Flash mode: No flash
Contrast: Normal
Exposure program: Aperture Priority
Saturation: High saturation
Sharpness: Normal
White balance: Manual
Here is the “after” photo and some EXIF data:
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Date taken: 5/21/2010 6:18 PM
Dimensions: 4288 x 2848
Camera maker: NIKON CORPORATION
Camera model: NIKON D90
F-stop: f/3.8
Exposure time: 1/160 sec.
ISO speed: ISO-200
Exposure bias: 0 step
Focal length: 24 mm
Metering mode: Pattern
Flash mode: No flash
Contrast: Normal
Exposure program: Aperture Priority
Saturation: Normal
Sharpness: Normal
White balance: Manual
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Cop Murders Witness
I wasn’t murdered by a cop today, but I did have a near miss as the result of bad driving advice from a 20-something deputy for the Carver County Sheriff’s Office.
Here is my report of the incident, which I wrote on Facebook about an hour after the cop left my house without even saying “sorry.” In fact, he blamed the incident on me not putting the vehicle in park (I did, of course, and showed it to him):
I almost got murdered this morning at approximately 10 a.m. after following a deputy’s instructions on how to get my mom’s vehicle up our driveway in this awful weather. My vehicle started rolling back down the driveway as I was getting out. I consider myself lucky for getting out of the situation without so much as a scratch.
Please contact the U.S. Marshals Service’s headquarters at (202) 307-9100, and tell them I need WITSEC.
Barry Scribner (my godfather in Armonk, New York), help!
#murder
Cc: Carver County Sheriff’s Office; Jones Lang LaSalle; FBI – Federal Bureau of Investigation; Central Intelligence Agency (CIA); The White House
Posted at 11:25 a.m. Central time
I was still mad at him, so I made another post:
I hope the 20-something deputy who nearly killed me today never forgets about what he did. If he thinks he’s F.B.I. material, he better look at my current profile picture, which I made this morning, of the F.B.I. seal—namely, the words “fidelity,” “bravery,” and “integrity.”
The Orb – Rush Hill Road
Cc: Carver County Sheriff’s Office; FBI – Federal Bureau of Investigation; The White House
Posted at 5:46 p.m. Central time
Here is the YouTube video linked in the above post:
If a deputy told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?
It’s probably been over five years since I last used Photoshop. I even had a blog devoted to editing photos in Linux, which is possible but not nearly as feature-rich. As of this morning, I’m excited to announce that I’m back on board with Adobe! In addition to Photoshop, Lightroom is included with my subscription. The total cost is $10 a month–a steal in my opinion.
Here are 10 photos I took this morning around my neighborhood from 9:50–10:10 a.m. to test out Lightroom–of which I’m a first-time user–and Photoshop.
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Bard College’s Racism
I’ve been aware of Bard College’s racism against Black people since the day I first saw Leon Botstein. The college’s president did a Q&A after a lecture for Admitted Student Day on Saturday, April 14, 2007. The racism? Try thinking about his answer to a question from a concerned dad regarding the lack of Black students at the elite liberal arts college in upstate New York. Based on my memory, Mr. Botstein simply replied, “We don’t receive many applications from that demographic because of our rural location.”
It turns out I was right all along. A short while ago, while Googling another topic, I came across this article published on August 29, 2020, in The New York Times: “After 90 Years, Columbia Takes Slave Owner’s Name Off a Dorm.” The subheading reads, “Samuel Bard was George Washington’s doctor and delivered Alexander Hamilton’s first son. He was also a ‘pretty significant slave owner.'”
And he was also the grandfather of John Bard, the founder of what is now called Bard College.
During my last year at Bard College, in 2010, the college’s sesquicentennial (150th anniversary), my dad would frequently call me while under the influence–he is unemployed and disabled–and say racist things about then-President Barack Obama (whom I voted for in both 2008 and 2012, as I’ve only voted for Democrats for President). My dad would also deny my requests for money, under the guise of our family not having enough money because of his disabled status.
It got so bad, with my dad acting miserly and racist and knowing Mr. Botstein might be hateful or racist as well–both against Black people–that I told my “girlfriend” (don’t ask about the scare quotes) and my mom that “Bardians Against [N-word, plural]” made just as much sense as any of the other student clubs on campus. Of course, I now regret ever saying that phrase, but I was going through an extremely stressful time in my life. I identified with Black people, not Caucasians, at the time.
So how is Bard College doing today? First, their U.S. News & World Report ranking has slid from (I believe) #37 when I applied to them in 2007 to #60 as of this writing. You can also see this chart I made and posted to Facebook earlier this year:
I should also note I was a huge fan of Bard College after they accepted me. I believe I am even the sole reason the “Newsweek-Kaplan College Guide” decided to add Bard College to their list of colleges in the former annual publication. I even received a personal letter from David A. Kaplan, the editor.
It should be noted that Bard College has hired a number of talented Black people as professors over the years. The name that comes to the minds of most people is probably Chinua Achebe, the late Nigerian writer, who left Bard College shortly before I left to become a part of the faculty at Brown University.
For Bard College’s 150th anniversary video, which one can watch on Vimeo at the moment, the college used a photograph I took and posted to my Flickr account (see 4:11–4:13 in the video). No one from the college sought my permission to use the photo, which had my full copyright protections on Flickr.
Last year, Bard College received a $500 million gift from philanthropist George Soros, which will total $1 billion at the end of the endowment drive–one of the largest gifts ever to a college.
In conclusion, I hope Bard College learns from their mistakes and improves their reputation.
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Some of My Scribner Cousins
While doing something unrelated on my new computer this morning, I came across a photo from 2010 with some of my Scribner cousins; we were visiting our grandparents’ home in Wisconsin at the time. I was even able to track down the original file (with some minor, automatic adjustments I made in Photoshop). See more EXIF data below.
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Date taken: 6/20/2010 3:50:38 P.M.
Program name: Adobe Photoshop CS3 Macintosh
Dimensions: 4288 x 2848
Camera maker: NIKON CORPORATION
Camera model: NIKON D90
F-stop: f/8
Exposure time: 1/200 sec.
ISO speed: ISO-200
Exposure bias: 0 step
Focal length: 24 mm
Metering mode: Pattern
Flash mode: Flash, compulsory, strobe return
35mm focal length: 36
Exposure program: Aperture Priority
Saturation: Normal
Sharpness: Normal
White balance: Auto
EXIF version: 0221
Thanks, Alicia!
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Letter to President Biden
(I sent this letter to President Biden, via WhiteHouse.gov, at 6:00:00 p.m. CDT today.)
September 3, 2022
Dear President Biden:
My name is Nicholas Scribner. I have not contacted the executive branch under your administration yet about the issue of needing–not wanting–a new identity in WITSEC. I should also note I did vote for you in 2020.
While I understand I can’t demand when I get into WITSEC, I think an ideal time would be between now and the middle of October, since my brother, Marc Scribner, is getting married in Knoxville on Oct. 22.
My brother manually strangled me for a long time on my dad’s 54th birthday on Dec. 30, 2012. It’s likely it was premeditated attempted murder. I have significant trauma from the crime, which should have landed my brother in a federal prison. But the Carver County Sheriff’s Office decided not to even arrest my brother and just left me stranded in the E.R. without a ride home.
I believe other attempts have been made on my life since then. The worst attempts seem to happen when I am around my brother (I am not going to his wedding for this reason).
My parents are abusing drugs and alcohol on a daily basis; I have been sober since the night of Oct. 30, 2021. Worse yet, my parents’ nearly constant intoxication is causing them to abuse me more than they probably ever have in my life.
No one will hire me for a job because I don’t have a work history. I am very intelligent and able to work, however. I have a B.A. in English from the University of Minnesota–Twin Cities. I was even told by Sid Bedingfield, Kate’s dad, that I was perhaps his best student ever (at least the best JOUR 1001 student) and was his first student to get 100% on one of his multiple-choice exams.
If I am not given a new identity in WITSEC, I believe my parents and/or my brother will find a way to carry out a true 187.
I think good people (such as people in the F.B.I.) will breathe a long sigh of relief and be very happy indeed if you use your presidential powers to give me a new identity in WITSEC.
Sincerely,
Nicholas Albert Scribner
UPDATED FREQUENTLY!
Beginning this month (August 2022), my parents have been putting their boogers on my bed sheet. Additionally, they have now put boogers on my bed sheet for at least three days in a row. Every time this happens, I have to wash all of my bedding. The police are unable to help, likely because these actions are in a legal gray area (I am by no means a legal expert). If you haven’t been following my online posts, my parents have basically been abusing me and making death threats to me on a daily basis since June 2022. See this blog, my Facebook profile, Jeers, or my YouTube channel for evidence.
Why my parents are doing this is anyone’s guess. For example, if I wanted to make a speculation, I could say they are political terrorists for the Libertarian Party, or religious terrorists for the cult-like religion called Eckankar, with its headquarters in my hometown, or some combination thereof. But that would just be speculation and would do little to help me with this situation.
On Facebook, I am calling on the Carver County Sheriff’s Office, the F.B.I., and the White House to give me a new identity with WITSEC, which I have not succeeded in getting for over 10 years.
At its core, my situation is a human rights case. If you want to help get me out of this abusive, terroristic situation and into WITSEC, please write a succinct letter on my behalf at <https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/>. Not all heroes wear capes.
The following photos show the boogers my parents have put on my bed sheet. They are organized by date in reverse chronological order. These posts were originally from my Facebook profile, and I am including my messages that go with the photos. I did not want my Facebook profile to become a gallery of photos of my parents’ boogers, so all future updates will be posted to this blog.
Here is a paragraph from my entry for today, which I think bears repeating:
I will create a blog post on NicholasScribner.com later today that documents my parents’ sociopathic behavior with boogers. My Facebook profile ought to look classier. I am, after all, the smartest and most sober person in my family. I believe my dad is dyslexic (I’ve never seen him read a book) and my brother, Marc—who tried to murder me by strangulation on my dad’s 54th birthday on 12/30/2012—had lower ACT scores than me. My mom used to always tell me she and her friends broke into her middle school at night and accessed the files with all the students’ IQ scores; my mom always said her IQ was 149–much higher than any of the other students. This is almost certainly a bunch of malarkey. The three of them together use enough drugs and alcohol to kill a blue whale!
Facebook/Nicholas Scribner
October 12, 2022, at 10:50 a.m.
I found this booger on my bedding, causing me to do laundry.
October 12, 2022, at 6:27 a.m.
I found this puddle of urine approximately two feet in front of my toilet. When I brought it up with my dad, he simply said, “Gotta aim better.”
October 11, 2022, at 8:40 p.m.
This photo shows the wall next to my sink with a sticky substance in the shape of a thumb in the upper right corner, black marks on the left side, and possibly soda droplets in the bottom right corner.
October 11, 2022, at 11:04 a.m.
In this photo, I found what looks like water droplets on my laptop screen.
October 10, 2022 (my 34th birthday), at 5:03 p.m.
There were other incidents between this post and the last one (on October 2), but I didn’t bother photographing them.
I found this booger on my laptop.
October 2, 2022, at 8:26 a.m.
September 30, 2022, at 6:33 p.m.
My dad was drunk and angry with me this evening. I think the reason for his anger was me adding back the quote and self-praise to the front page of this website, which I added at approximately 4 p.m. today.
When my mom got back to my house this evening, I went on a walk with her and my dogs. Because of my dad’s emotional and mental state, I made sure to check for boogers when I came back home. I noticed the following two boogers–which were placed near and under my pillow–when I got back to my home.
But before I took the photos of the boogers, a box of tissues fell to the floor as soon as I walked in my room–which has probably never happened to me before. Twenty minutes later, I discovered graffiti and possible semen next to my door frame (see last photo).
Before I started working on this post, my dad was yelling about and making fun of Sid Bedingfield and how he used to work for CNN.
If you want to help get me out of this abusive, terroristic situation and into WITSEC, please write a succinct letter on my behalf at <https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/>. Not all heroes wear capes.
H-E-L-P!
September 24, 2022, at 10:24 a.m.
My parents put boogers on my bedding again this morning. The boogers were small (I could only get one of them off with my fingernail because it was stuck), and I did not photograph them. I did, however, wash my bedding.
About 20 minutes ago, though, I noticed what looks kind of like poop on the box of one of my most cherished possessions–a Montblanc pen. My parents also put a large booger, with blood, on the box of a Lacoste wallet I recently purchased (which I was planning on keeping).
In the spring of 2019, while I was a student at the University of Minnesota–Twin Cities, my parents smeared poop on the wall next to my toilet during one of their hot phases (when they are relentlessly abusing me). I called UMN that afternoon about my parents’ behavior, and they were able to get me in a private dorm room that evening! When I was a child, my mom would often tell me you know someone is crazy when one starts smearing one’s poop on someone else’s property. Make of that what you will.
As I’ve mentioned before, my parents are possibly terrorists for the Libertarian Party and the cult-like religion Eckankar. My strangler-brother, Marc Scribner, has worked for the Libertarian Party and their think tanks in Washington, D.C., and is getting married on October 22 of this year. October 22 is supposedly Eckankar’s most important date, and they call it their spiritual new year. My family has lived in Chanhassen, Minnesota, since 1993–seven years after Eckankar moved their headquarters to Chanhassen. My dad told me as recently as last year that I made Eckankar mad when I was a child, while making a paranoid and veiled threat that I am in some sort of spiritual debt to the cult-like religion (which I have never joined).
If you want to help get me out of this abusive, terroristic situation and into WITSEC, please write a succinct letter on my behalf at <https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/>. Not all heroes wear capes.
H-E-L-P!
September 23, 2022, at 6:19 a.m.
It’s been a while since I updated this article. My parents actually have left boogers probably half the days since my last update, but they were often so small I did not feel like posting them to this blog. When I tried talking to my parents after I got up this morning, they were terse and spoke in only one-word sentences, so I knew something was probably going on. When I checked my bedding, I found what I already knew would be there.
If you want to help get me out of this abusive situation and into WITSEC, please write a succinct letter on my behalf at <https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/>. Not all heroes wear capes.
September 14, 2022, at 8:22 a.m.
September 8, 2022, at 8:01 a.m.
My parents also left a small booger on my bedding sometime between this post and the previous one, which I chose not to include here (though I did do laundry because of it).
September 5, 2022 (Labor Day 2022), at 8:30 a.m.
It looks like I’ll be doing a separate load of laundry on Labor Day.
If anyone is reading this post, please call the authorities (I live in Chanhassen, Minnesota, in Carver County); it might seem like they are not taking your call seriously, but it would have an impact. You can call Carver County’s non-emergency number at 952-361-1231.
September 3, 2022, at 8:06 a.m.
Today is the second attempt of NASA’s Artemis I launch, which is important to me. This morning, I noticed a piece of dirty jute twine (which I at least used to keep in my room) or carpeting. I decided it was not worth photographing and adding to this post. I merely picked up the object with a tissue and threw it away. But I did decide I should do laundry because of it. As I was grabbing my bed sheet (on the opposite side that I usually check for boogers), I noticed a booger near where my head would be at night, which I photographed and am adding below. If anyone is reading this post, please call the authorities (I live in Chanhassen, Minnesota, in Carver County); they might not take your call seriously, but it would still have an impact.
September 2, 2022, at approximately noon
Last night (09/01/2022), my dad–who probably should be in a wheelchair–fell down when he got to the top of the stairs near my parents’ room. My mom was not able to move my dad, and a fight broke out between them. When I walked out of my room to leave the house, my mom blocked me from leaving via the stairs and screamed at me in a threatening manner to go back to my room.
Due to my parents’ suspicious and threatening behavior, I felt it was necessary to call the Carver County Sheriff’s Office. They came over to my house and got my dad in his bed.
But after they left, my dad fell out of his bed and couldn’t get back in it. As I was watching my dad try to get into his bed, he kept reaching for an object on his nightstand. He would grab the object and then put it back–over and over again. I asked what he was grabbing, and he screamed at me and whipped his hand at me while gesticulating a pistol pointed directly at me. He even motioned pulling the trigger.
Currently, my dad has been bedridden all day for what he claims is an inability to use one of his legs. My dad has had similar problems with his legs in the past, but I don’t remember him being bedridden before. Usually, when he can’t get up the stairs, he is able to walk again within 1–2 hours. He refuses any medical treatment. As I’ve stated before, I fear for my life.
I noticed these boogers at about noon today. After I finish this update, I will get my bedding out of the dryer. H-E-L-P!
August 27, 2022, at 11:55 a.m.
Yet again, my parents put a booger on my bed sheet right where my head would go. This means I am doing laundry for my bedding three days in a row.
I will create a blog post on NicholasScribner.com later today that documents my parents’ sociopathic behavior with boogers. My Facebook profile ought to look classier. I am, after all, the smartest and most sober person in my family. I believe my dad is dyslexic (I’ve never seen him read a book) and my brother—who tried to murder me by strangulation on my dad’s 54th birthday on 12/30/2012—had lower ACT scores. My mom used to always tell me she and her friends broke into her middle school at night and accessed the files with all the students’ IQ scores; my mom always said her IQ was 149–much higher than any of the other students. This is almost certainly a bunch of malarkey. The three of them together use enough drugs and alcohol to kill a blue whale!
Note: I am no longer starting each morning with a link to a song on YouTube. It was fun while it lasted, and I hope people liked some of the songs.
August 26, 2022, at 9:37 p.m.
I just found this large booger from my parents at the foot of my bed. This happened despite me pleading to my parents today not to put boogers on my bed sheet. It looks like I’m washing my bedding again tonight. This is the fourth time in the last nine days my parents have put boogers on my bedding—including yesterday!
August 25, 2022, at 8:22 a.m.
My parents are still putting boogers on my bed sheet. This is the third time I’ve photographed them and posted them to Facebook in the last eight days. The Carver County Sheriff’s Office refuses to get involved “unless there are 100 boogers.”
August 21, 2022, at 10:54 a.m.
My parents are still putting boogers on my bed sheet.
August 17, 2022, at 7:29 a.m.
I keep having to wash my bed sheet because my parents are continually putting boogers on it.
Lately, I have been active on my Facebook profile. I will try to update this post as I add more photos on Facebook.
My parents have been threatening me lately. See my two latest YouTube videos for evidence and my Facebook profile for significantly more evidence.
Here is my Facebook post from this morning:
TROPHY? Approximately six months before my dad’s 60th birthday in 2018, I surprised him with a framed photograph with the autographs of the Minnesota Vikings’ Purple People Eaters. He acted like he didn’t want it when I showed it to him and just kept it in bubble wrap on the floor of our living room.
Today, I told him I wanted to sell it on eBay, and he became aggressive. He said he would steal all my computers if I sold it. My mom said she would cut off my cell phone connection and prevent me from using our cars if I sold it.
Therefore, I decided not to sell it. I am concerned my parents are saving it as some type of trophy, since I think my brother attempted to murder me by strangulation on my dad’s 54th birthday, which was on 12/30/2012.
See also: <https://www.oxygen.com/mark-of-a-serial-killer/crime-news/why-do-serial-killers-take-trophies>.
Facebook/Nicholas Scribner
Here is the framed, autographed photo in question:
