http://www.scribd.com/people/view/2230-henry-schimke This a feed for documents on Scribd written by henry 30 Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:56:05 GMT Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:56:05 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/6117/Wind Cold, that's what it was, cold. No one had to tell him that, he just knew. The night washing up around him in great waves over the plains, not a single other soul in sight, he knew. And in that one instant the man turned and walked back into his tiny house all alone. The wind came down then, cold and fast from the mountains above his house. There had been a village there once. The wind carrying pieces of it away until there was nothing left but the man in his hut. "And who are you now," he asked the wind knocking on his door. But there was no reply, no ringing voice calling him home, no scream Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:56:05 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/6117/Wind http://www.scribd.com/doc/6115/counting-penies Counting Pennies: counting pennies on the ground a pile here a pile there i've been counting penies on the ground all around my thumb i've gone and found not one that seems to thumb it's nose at me like someone does i don't know just why it does do tell me why it does counting pennies on the ground there seem to be more of them around do you know just where they've gone i've been counting pennies on the ground does it even matter where they went before i was here to count them on the ground 'cause they've been needin' counting for a long time longer than a time has gone from counting pennies o Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:56:03 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/6115/counting-penies http://www.scribd.com/doc/6114/Genna-of-ManjaVille Once upon a time there lived a little girl named Genna. She lived within the great forest just outside of the old town of ManjaVille. There was much trouble within the old city though, and three hundred years of conflict between the old and the new had left scars deeper than most could see. The great trees within the Old Forest had been working deeper into the city for thousands of years, and one by one the houses were loosing the battle. The oldest trees now stood just beyond the walls, the fields around the city�once rich and green and flag�were now abandoned and filled with the sticks o Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:56:00 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/6114/Genna-of-ManjaVille http://www.scribd.com/doc/5582/Freshman-photo-book-20052006 FRESHMEN PHOTOS 2005-2006 *Paul Bauer.Spaulding.NEBRASKA Hi this is Paul Bauer. I’m from Spaulding, NE and a graduate of Spaulding Academy. Spaulding is a small farming community and I’ve lived and worked on a small farm my whole life thus far. In high school I was active in football, track, band, National Honor Society, and a bunch of other random activities. In my free time I usually surf the net or hang around with my friends and watch TV or play Gamecube. Some of my likes and hobbies include good music (classic rock), good games (Zelda), weightlifting, and just kickin’ it. I don’t Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:33:46 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/5582/Freshman-photo-book-20052006 http://www.scribd.com/doc/5578/The-City-At-Night Henry Schimke Dream of a Dying City The rain woke her. The drops fell on her face and arms, wetting the scrap of blanket that she clutched. It was not yet near dawn. She huddled closer to the wall which towered above her. She crinkled her nose against the sharp scent of smoke that filled the frigid air. It was late winter and it had not snowed yet. The burnt shell of the church rose high above her; it had yet to be demolished. The roof was gone, huge slabs of it littered the floor, and the windows were shattered. The stained-glass covered the floor in a layer of sharp gems. Stripes of black m Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:28:39 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/5578/The-City-At-Night http://www.scribd.com/doc/5577/retail A woman behind the counter says to a boy, “You’ll have to fill that out here.” -Retail- *1) For some reason the floor looked an awful lot like a hopscotch game. Little squares outlined in red, there weren’t any numbers, but that didn’t seem to matter. I tried to play a bit, but found that even this was not enough to stop the slow onset of boredom. I had stood in this little hallway for nearly half an hour; the man burst out of the door next to me, “Are you here for Tim?” And he was gone. “Yes,” I called after him, but he had vanished as quickly as he had come, I looked up th Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:28:00 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/5577/retail http://www.scribd.com/doc/5576/The-one-that-does-me-in It wasn't warm enough to let the dog out yet. And looking out the screen door into the back yard still too wet to play in, i couldn't help but wish Trish was back. Not that i ever loved her, fuck that shit. Fuck love. ANd fuck trish too really. Too many long nights alone with her, and two long years of not really knowing her. Fuck trish, and fuck her sister too. I did another line of coke off the kitchen counter and tried hard not to shake. Fuck that too. I could sort of see trish out there, playing with our kid. And maybe i remebered this time, remeberd all that shit i always forget. Christma Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:27:59 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/5576/The-one-that-does-me-in http://www.scribd.com/doc/5575/Bits-of-me Chapter 1 Sitting with Bev on the balcony, looking down the alley after-dark, both of us just a little drunk. “it was an accident, you know,” too drunk to really know what she’s trying to tell me, not drunk enough not to care, “what was,” confused. “Your roommate, it was an accident,” and she’s already slurring her words too much, so I get her another drink from the cooler we have between us. I look at her again; short cropped dark hair, big eyebrows, red eyes. “What,” already knowing. And she knows I know, but tells me anyway. Down on the street I can see a bum urinating o Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:27:58 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/5575/Bits-of-me http://www.scribd.com/doc/5574/Furtive-Glances Furtive Glances Henry Schimke March 2004 *Schimke ● 2 My brother and I had never been close before that summer in ’93. It was not, perhaps, that we did not love each other, but more that we had spent too many long nights sitting alone listening to our parents forget their vows. It was sometime during those nights that we became embittered towards each other, or more the blood we shared. When my mother died in May I considered not going at all. At the best of times she had not been the most loving woman, and at most times she had been a cold rock my father drank to. But with my father bur Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:27:57 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/5574/Furtive-Glances http://www.scribd.com/doc/5177/eClient-101-Customization-and-Integration Front cover eClient 101 Customization and Integration Basic introduction to installing and using eClient eClient customization and integration with sample codes Special topics on information mining, Siebel and single sign-on integration Wei-Dong Jackie Zhu Mike Grasselt Lijing Zhang Alan Mayer ibm.com/redbooks **International Technical Support Organization eClient 101 Customization and Integration October 2003 SG24-6964-00 *Note: Before using this information and the product it supports, read the information in “Notices” on page xi. First Edition (October 2003) This edition applies Wed, 07 Mar 2007 16:54:44 GMT http://www.scribd.com/doc/5177/eClient-101-Customization-and-Integration