August 31

12:33 Am citit la repezeală un articol în Historia. Multe cuvinte pompoase, nu știu ce să cred. Am căutat totuși și am găsit ceva. Oops! Ce ar trebui acum să mai fac, să-l caut pe Mihalache, Maniu, că pe Coposu îl am.

7:25 Last night before i went to bed i went and inserted a small piece of a blue and white Clorox toilet bowl cleaner inside of the mole holes. This morning there was no smoke (or so i believed), but woke up groggy because of the smoke last night, could not find my keys, opened the door to see if i didn't forget them in the door, there was a guy outside, one of the Police kids. Took Angela to work, when i got back two dogs running crossed my path in an intersection.

After i posted about possible health damaging ultrasound coming from refrigerators, a possible mitigation idea together with a question, why that noisy part is left in a semi-open compartment, today i see on most sites this fantastic news. Now a Hurley is trying to start or something.

Posted about Willy Brandt, Merkel came out.

7:49 Neștirea zilei. Dacă "modernizezi" astfel cu 32 camere video 1000 de gări fiecare cu 2 milioane de lei de la bugetul de stat, ies 2 miliarde de lei, nu de euro, câți a cheltuit Ministerul Transporturilor în primele 6 luni ale anului. Cei patru angajați erau plătiți totuși de CFR, care este o societate comercială, cu venituri și cheltuieli, nu are treabă cu Bugetul de Stat. În rest, toată lumea cunoaște starea căilor ferate din România.

7:56 Din bătrâni, fără nume, fără fețe, cârpești în mare grabă biografia imaginară a unui impostor din miile care populează toate sinecurile din România.

Alte neștiri. Poza asta deși are rezoluția downgraded "pentru bandwidth" ar spune unii, e făcută totuși de un fotograf expert cu o cameră profesională, partea de afară este supraexpusă pentru a nu se vedea unde.

8:37 For the 4th day in a row, with a few exceptions, the man upstairs is here with me, moving when i move, stumping when i think.

8:44 One on one, deja vu. How about the many?

1:19 Tipul de sus a plecat după 9, am dormit vreo 3 ore, m-au trezit niște copii care urlă pe alee, bursa s-a terminat, a apărut fumul. Știți de este "stock photography?" Ați auzit de site-ul flickr? Acum cu atâtea camere digitale de calitate în toată lumea există mulți fotografi amatori wannabe profesionali. Flick este un site de socializare pentru fotografi amatori, dar există niște site-uri numite de stock, unde lumea își încarcă fotografii pe care speră să le vândă. Se duc, fotografiază orice, iar mediaticii când au nevoie se duc acolo, caută pe subiecte și găsesc pe te miri ce fotografii de calitate flickr pe orice subiect. Astfel, nu prea mai angajează nimeni fotografi. Deci în cazul de mai sus, s-au gândit, s-au dus și au cerut permisiune de la o firmă de transport aerian, au intrat într-un avion, îmbrăcați în talibani mă rog, s-au fotografiat, au pus poza pe site la firma respectivă iar unii s-au găsit s-o publice și i-a plătit tipului vreo 100 de euro ceva. Nici măcar vreo conspirație mai ca lumea.

1:37 Aveam niște pastiloaie din alea de toaletă, white and blue, jumătate clor și jumătate deodorant, le-am tăiat bucăți mai mici și am pus ieri noapte într-o gaură de cârtiță, n-a mai venit cârtița să desfunde galeria și nici fum de ninja de acolo, s-a schimbat direcția vântului, a venit fum de la alt sistem de galerii, am fost și am pus și acolo. Spre să ție măcar o săptămână, între timp am comandat de pe Amazon niște chestii din astea de speriat cârtițe. Avion normal când am deschis ușa, avion mic la mică înălțime făcând un zgomot mare, pentru că stau ăștia de la Scietnologie 24 de ore și mă supraveghează și știu chiar ce vreau să fac în orice minut. A urmat un sunet foarte puternic de alarmă de incendiu care era testată în clădirea vecină, iar apoi o ambulanță, când am deschis ușa să aerisesc fumul ce intrase deja. Niște oameni încarcă sau descarcă ceva trântind fiecare item.

4:21 Când am terminat de scris paragraful de mai sus îmi era deja rău, chiar în acest moment am probleme să scriu la tastatură. Am fost la o plimbare de o oră dar nu mi-am revenit complet, după, am plecat s-o aduc pe Angela, am avut probleme cu ambreiajul, mi s-a mutat punctul, am scăpat puțin mașina la vale dar am frânat). Am venit acasă cam de 20-30 minute, fumul acum se elimină din cele două filtre Winnix cu cărbune și hepa din sufragerie, după ce filtrele au fost saturate.

Am fost în parcare cu o cameră de 6 mm diametru pe care am introdus-o în carcasa transmisiei unde se află cilindrul "slave" al ambreiajului hidraulic. Cel de-al treilea, schimbat acum câțiva ani, cu câteva mii de mile pe el. Am încercat să fac niște poze, însă la scara vecină s-au adunat un număr de adolescenți, țigani unguri și japonezi. Nu ar fi o problemă, dar vorbesc așa de tare parcă latră. Înăuntru se simte puțin miros de clor care probabil vine din galerii după ce am pus firimiturile acelea de pastile de clor.

Înăuntru este puțin ulei, dar pare colorat și poate fi de la scurgerea pe care o am la baia de ulei (am șters baia de ulei acum câteva zile, este o scurgere foarte mică undeva în față) care a intrat pe aceeași gaură pe care am introdus camera. Era ulei și pe conducta de lichid de ambreiaj. Nu am putut să mă concentrez din cauza acelor copii, care vorbeau atât de tare, la un moment dat au trecut chiar pe lângă mine care eram întins pe jos sub mașină. Practic nu știu ce am fotografiat.

5:48 I went and bled the clutch with Angela, she pressed the pedal about 4 times. I think it's better but it can be (was) even better, i'll do it tomorrow again, after i read some more.

6:39 The guy at the balcony yells for 2 hours now, laughs every time i open a new face, etc. while the guy upstairs, everybody else is quiet. Looks like i got into big trouble with Willy Brandt, it was not the first guess, i was under the influence of that smoke big time last night, it lasted through the day today, now i'm frantically searching through the very populated list of the 1910 to 1913 of 438 people. 

11:41 After going through that list twice, with about 30 pictures (first screen of the results for each, twice), with dust in my eyes (people are hitting things around the building all the time), i couldn't find Willy Brandt. Lately i saw many opera singers are included in IMDb so i don't worry that much about those. However, when i can't find a guy, i go and look in there too and after so many hours, i think i found something, but simply can't finish it tonight.

11:44 Shame on me (and all that comes with it) for not knowing my hydraulic clutch had a bleeder. In both occasions when i replaced the clutch, it had leaked fluid big time by the hole with the line going into the transmission case, which is way above the bottom of the case. I just ignored the harder to see protuberance coming from another hole above the line hole. The bleeder. It can be seen in the pictures with the slave cylinder, the little brass thing that goes nowhere.

I first went to Macavei, (Specialty Import in Oregon City), now closed who instead replaced... the slave cylinder. Probably tightened the bleeder back, tried to drive back home, got really sick, i called a towing, got back home almost dead) somebody untightened it again and i ended at Steve (actually his father was there too by that time) who gave me an estimate and then he fixed it for 1500 dollars. Same the second time, when i towed the truck from here. I remember days after i called a place i believe it was "Clutch doctors" who gave me a quote for 600 bucks. My ignorance cost me two unnecessary repairs. What can i say, there was this little guy at Steve, Roman, who later i figured he looked like the Emperor of Japan, then Akihito. Steve has his shop in Beaverton next to Toyota service factory.

I think it was after i posted the phrase "They don't call it Space Opera for nothing" when the billionaire space race started. It's so good to write here where i can put all the links i want!

August 30

12:11 It's not the first time when this butterfly flies around my head, it's the first time i can describe this idea in words.

Hiatal hernia seems senseless, why a 4 billion years evolution result like your body will simply give up and start to act so weirdly. Opening the esophageal sphincter (chakra) and let acid vapor to raise though your esophagus and maybe even entering your lungs...

It could actually make sense. While a small amount of acid vapors may destroy the bacteria and mold in the air just before entering your lungs, or lower the amount anyways, it could also create an electrostatic conduit, at body's potential that could attract positively charged dust that is just being aspirated into your lungs, separating it and making it stick to your esophagus. Thus, the dust (some of it anyways) goes directly into your stomach, where it's far less dangerous and bypasses the lungs.

We have in Romania the expression "to swallow dust" while well, in English, we have yet another poorly understood song...

It is no secret to me that ninja use "unnatural" dust for their purpose. There is a Wikipedia entry for that, called Metsubushi. Unnatural, cause natural dust has more random shaped particles, while ninja dust may be sharp. Once it reaches your stomach and intestines, it starts creating inflammation that may propagate to other organs. Ninja are portrayed too oftenly as violent people. They are not, 99% of the time. They mostly gather information and influence and sometimes influence some people to influence others if you know what i mean...

Cooking (and even smoking) may also have other benefits than eating homemade meals or getting high (nico_tine high). The water and grease vapors released in the kitchen, cigarette smoke may actually protect you by clumping dust in the air into heavier particles and making it fall to the ground. Cigarette smoke may be antifungal and antibacterial.

May i remind here the many episodes of dysphagia that happened to me after unknowingly inhaling (ninja) dust and/or by strong, annoying sounds while actually swallowing. Right now, after the man dried one load of laundry upstairs shaking the building, the fridge, at midnight, my stomach is so inflamed it actually raised the diaphragm (muscle) upwards creating much discomfort and some trouble breathing. Anxiety created may have the evolutionary purpose to make you run away from such an area. Since i just can't and i'm so used to it, after so many years, i just ignore it.

12:54 With so many things going through my head, finally remembered to put a wet towel behind the fridge, after the fridge cycled two more times. As for upstairs, it's quiet now for more than half hour.

8:19 Neștirile. Abia am postat chestia asta. O reproduc: 

August 29 8:20  România își menține în continuare "standardul" de 20 milioane de euro pe km de autostradă. Google are altă părere. Conform google, cu 6,3 milioane euro/km, numai cu bugetul pe anul acesta al Ministerului Transporturilor (de până la 5 miliarde euro cu credite de angajament) se puteau face până la 800 km de autostradă. Întrebare. Ce face Drulă cu 5 miliarde de euro, din care 2 a "executat" deja?

Aceste informații reprezintă sinteza a tot ce se întâmplă în România în acest moment.

Și au venit deja cu o neștire pe măsură. Da, este important faptu că un bulgar a primit 10 milioane de euro de la guvern, ceea ce este și incredibil, dar cu acești bani în România se făcea jumătate de km de autostradă. Momentul ales pentru știre, pentru coincidența cu ce am spus eu deasupra este pentru a șterge din memorie ce am spus eu.

8:28 Altă gratuitate, altă contradicție ce nu ne era necesară astăzi. Cîțu s-a opus atunci, Vâlceanu vrea acum. Cui îi pasă? Un om care nu se încurcă cu mărunțișuri gen cât e salariul minim. Organismele mari sunt pasiunea lui.

Ministerul de finanțe gestionează două bugete, al lui însuși, un mărunțiș sub un miliard de euro, 3 miliarde lei adică pentru plata salariilor angajaților care se ocupă de strângerea taxelor de pe fluturii dvs., și partea din buget care se ocupă cu plata dobânzilor (la datoria publică bineînțeles). Ministrul de finanțe chiar dintre toți miniștrii are cel mai puțin de spus în legătură cu orice, este doar un fel de contabil, dacă ar fi. O bancă mai mică sau mai mare nu ne dă bani mai mulți, în acest moment bugetul, banii noștri care dispar, la Transporturi, la Sănătate, la Dezvoltare, la Muncii, prin ce bancă se derulează? Prin ce bancă a rulat Drulă 2 miliarde de euro în 6 luni și unde s-au dus aceștia?

(Îmi place să scriu aici fiindcă pe fb nu puteam să pun link-uri în text, a fost decizie corectă să mă mut).

Se poate, dar ce? Se poate deturna bugetul României la fel de bine ca și cu cei vechi?

1:25 I suspected for a long time that the fridge's hissing "normal operating" sound nobody wants to talk about has a harmful ultrasound component. The cover on top of that area is made of thick sound absorbing cardboard for that reason. If you take that off, it's getting much worse. Maybe it could not damage you directly though i can't rule it out. Among other things, it may cause the so called tinnitus so many people is complaining about, but also generalized inflammation. But what it does obviously is it stirs the finest dust that may be present on kitchen's floor or even on your shoes you walked on the park's fine gravel that slowly turns into dust. Then fridge's fan attracts the raised dust and blows it upwards, in the warm rising air flow behind the fridge.

I knew it's the flow of the cooling fluid through pipes, and it has to be in that semi-open compartment. Today i found out exactly. It's called a capillary tube. Not the one at the thermostat but the one at the output of the "drier/filter". It has the role of "throttling" or "regulating" the flow before it enters the expansion valve which is somewhere inside. However the article i found speaks about frequencies of up to 4800 Hz while my perception tells they're at the end of the spectrum and higher. In the image, the thinnest copper pipe in the left.
What i did is i covered that pipe, the filter and the pipe next to it with soft foam pipe insulator just to see what happens. The perceived noise is smaller.

Woke up this morning with generalized pain which i associate with presence of the dust in the room. Today there is much dust outside too, it's been almost a week since i didn't hose the chips. This year they renewed the red wood chips mixed with dust which contains much tannin and is very irritant. I believe the guy upstairs deals with it by smoking kratom. I saw him the other day walking on the area, then climbing in the car, probably starting the fan. Also walks on the area before climbing the stairs. While the smoke is present, i also feel less pain. BTW, it sounds like a long day ahead with him squeking above. Wanted to go hose the chips, the stairs, but i'm afraid he's going to climb down in the middle of it. Hate to say it, i figured something. Every time i mention "redwood chips" to complain about then i see in the news something about chip shortage for cars. Figure.

8:17 Was asleep for hours. Read the news. Flying cars. New Berlin airport named after Willy Brandt. Started of course to search for his face. It was quiet until that second. Then the man upstairs started his job.

8:40 Here's a preview. It took me a while because my list went down only to 1920. They were 905 celebrities including actors in the IMDb list born in Hungary between 1910 and 1919, can multiply this by 10 and figure how many approximately they are in total. An enormous number, for a country with today's population of 10 million. LOL he was the first on the list. BTW, the place filled with smoke now.

10:07 After i was done with Willy Brandt was feeling kinda dizzy, with a stomach pain, because of the squeaks. Went for a walk in the complex. After first "intersection" there was this red van on a visitor spot with an open door and a rolled carpet inside. A small plane making a big noise outside. Went all the way to the road. A stinky van passed me, a guy with short pants started to walk in front of me, the whole drill. When i got back i saw a strong athletic black woman who first was bending inside the trunk, then she hit the lid so hard it scared me. The red van with the open door was still there. When i got back here, i realized how much smoke was inside and opened a window. The guy upstairs just stopped his loud TV.

10:22 Searching for another face, ran again into a guy who looks like the cop from WSP who did the report for my accident, did not mention hit and run.

11:20 On April 5 i ordered a pack of 2 mole chasers. One came broken, i fixed it, installed one at the bedroom window and one under the main door. As promised, in about 2 weeks mole were gone, and smoke also. It lasted about 3 months and a half. I don't know how to explain this, but if there's mole mounds next to the building then there's smoke inside. More and more, day by day. My guess is someone passes by with a stick and sticks in one gallery some burning pellets made by one of those numerous ninja recipes in ninja book. About 2 weeks ago i went and pulled the chasers from the ground. One was broken beyond repair (electronics). I made one good out of 2 bad, put it back in the ground, at the corner of the building or in between where those two were. However, mole mounds grew just next to those. Tonight i went and pulled it from the ground, again, electronics, frequency has doubled and intensity has halved. Got to order one on Amazon, a different brand.

August 29

3:24 Just finished a blog post and decided to go and look at the car. Got to pull the left fron wheel off, however, on the stairs came to stare at me one of the ninja kids, the one photographed with Tualatin Police. In the picture, next to chief Steele

4:16 Unnecessarly removed a cotter pin on a nut, saw missing ones on other nuts. Then i looked around and found a couple of loose bolts at the suspension of the truck, on the driver's side. Only one and its symetrical counterpart on the passanger side is visible in the picture. One can see the bolt has moved recently. I tried with a socket on the nut on the other side on the other bold and it moves but i don't know how much i'm supposed to tighten those or if there is a bushing in there that might be damaged. Have to look for it. There is pungent propylene glycol smell outside, like from laundry or room deodorant. When i went back inside it was smelling like mold. I saw earlier a small water bottle tossed on the chips next to the one level building balcony. A guy was listening on loudespecker something in Spanish on the balcony, like guarding the bottle, however i went and picked the bottle, and then he went inside.

6:27 Last test drive. Done it. I believe truck started to do that in 2018 after they slashed one of my tires and went to Les Schwab and put new ones. Then i blamed the drift on the new tires. Ninja are always non nonsense aren't they.

Truck is still sensitive to side wind though. Always been. Though mileage is ok (wait to fill the tank to calculate, somewhere at 25), cat is getting hot again. I can feel it through the floor. Mileage should be 27 for it not to. Could damage itself, the clutch again, though it's not so hot outside anymore. Can't find the bluetooth connector, wanted to get some readings from sensors tonight. I have to admit, after that work accident at Electronic Specialty back in 96 i use 25% of the time when i do something just to look for tools that i always misplace.

All the time i was under the truck the ninja did their regular show though they are really stepping on laterly, to match my posts. At one point i used a mirror to see if a nut is turning when i turn the screw (didn't have a tool to keep it in place, was lucky to have enough so i can tighten those two loose bolts at the control arm). Petra came with her dog promptly so i can see her perfectly shaped childish legs and tight b...t from under the truck. Then when i went for a test drive somebody (other ninja) put a big bedroom mirror next to a black truck on the alley etc.. When i got back from the last test drive they played on the radio a song with the word mirror in it just at the beginning. I forgot. Other people gathered, talked on the phone including unusually sexy girls, so i can see them from under the truck, things like that. For the whole time, guy upstairs played extra-loud TV, made me breath the vapors of his laundry. Finally turned down volume on his TV. Everything i ever did here to cars and generally in parking lots at apartments was three times more difficult because of the company.

Did i mentioned about a leaking brake line?

7:29 After reading the news, a brief search

9:33 Am postat pe Marton Moyses, au venit cu o neștire conținând rectificarea. Pe autoarea articolului o cheamă Mortu?

10:25 Adults and children came to play ball in the dark in the backyard at our windows.

10:35 They left and the man upstairs started again his loud TV

An idea came to me. I'm gonna build from thin aluminum sheet metal maybe from a turkey baking pan an extra heat shield for the cat, so it won't heat the tranny and the floor anymore.

10:44  România își menține în continuare "standardul" de 20 milioane de euro pe km de autostradă. Google are altă părere. Conform google, cu 6,3 milioane euro/km, numai cu bugetul pe anul acesta al Ministerului Transporturilor (de până la 5 miliarde euro cu credite de angajament) se puteau face până la 800 km de autostradă. Întrebare. Ce face Drulă cu 5 miliarde de euro, din care 2 a "executat" deja?

11:36 I'd like to be Under the sea In the octopusse's garden, in the shade...

11:39 I once had this idea, could they build ships with wind turbines installed that would power an electric motor to turn the propeller?

11:52 This is so cool...

11:57 He started the drier after 11, raised some dust or caused dust to fall from ceiling, my face is now burning...

Bow Down

When i'm here i can't wait to get out. When i'm out, i can't wait to get back here.

Left last night, around 10 PM for Chinook Winds. I noticed the problem at the direction of the truck came back. There is a missing rubber boot at a tie rod ball joint at the left wheel. The bolt may be loose as well, i don't know.  There's been to much going on lately with car, truck, simply can't keep up or even remember all the problems. One trip is driving well, in another the problem gets back.

Truck was annoyingly drifting on the road. At some point, right after i passed last red light speed and stop intersection in Sherwood, there was on the road this terrible dog poop smell. Don't know how they did it, for about a mile, i thought somebody threw on the road a load of a ton of dog poop. Smell had a  yeast component. I was nauseated already when i left but now i started to have shortness of breath which lasted until i got there. I was telling Angela. Should re-learn how to drive a manual transmission, just in case if i get sick somewhere and can't drive back home.

After a few hours or around 3 AM Angela lost all of her 200 dollars, (i lost 20 earlier and gave up) while me was nodding in chairs. Almost got hit by a cart with those black cassettes they replace in machines. People where vacuuming everywhere. I saw a guy with a T-shirt on his back that said OBEY. But mostly, just before we left, people bending in front of me. One or two guys dropped a penny, another came to throw something in a garbage bin next to the cash machine and bent to see what's in there, etc.. What was new was these guys were all athletic, fast moving, just in case an idea came to me, like smash their face or something. But i was too tired even to think.

For those who don't know. Currently at the casinos when you are done at one machine, you press a button and they give you ticket with the remainder of your money, that you can insert in a different machine, and when you leave you cash your last ticket it at a cash machine.

They also can give you a card that you insert in a machine that accumulates points. Most machines have a return rate of about 90%, more or less. There are some poker games that give you 102% return, but that is if you don't make any mistake. Which means, you play 100 dollars and the machine will give you back in wins in average 90 dollars. But that is not guaranteed. You could also win more money or loose it all, it's all an average. So basically in one night you cycle much more money that you came with, cause if you play 100 and the machine gives you back 90, you can keep playing until you win or leave or you're out of money. But if  you have a card and inserted the card every time you move to another machine they give you one point for each dollar cycled or something like this. Those points turn to dollars, like for 300 points you get a one dollar award depending on the casino.

So Angela last night had 6 dollars on the card, you have to imagine how many thousand dollars she cycled with those 200 she had originally in 4 hours or 5 hours or something, she was down to those 6 card dollars and she played those and won within 5 minutes back her 200 dollars, while a group of people next to her, me, was watching the whole show.

Similar thing happened the night before night. We theorize that there are hours when they "let the machines loose", Angela wanted to play some more, because she thought she could win more, i was dead tired, i told her, how many times this happened before and she lost again everything so we left.

I was dead tired, could not figure or think of why those guys bent cause this happened so many time before, with the same results. The car was doing a good mileage, however, very hard to steer. I was doing 50, countless guys passed me, people driving nervously, one guy passed me without signaling, many with off road lights, finally made it home, ate something from the fridge (potato salad) and fell asleep.

Can't remember exactly when i woke up with belly pain. It's actually the fat around your peritoneum that hurts. I believe now the bending thing triggers some sort of psychosomatic reaction that lowers both circulation and intestinal transit. If you have an infection in the same time which in this case might be fungal, protozoan or both, by the smell of it, you can get in trouble like i did.

As i said, i figured a remedy. I saw in the news and TV paramedics sometimes wrap people that have been traumatized in metal foil. That is to reflect and conserve heat because when traumatized, circulation may be reduced because of inflamation, other causes. So i started to use the metalized reflective insulation i had left from wrapping the dryer to conserve heat. But this night i could not remember where that was, it is damaged anyways from so much wearing so i just wrapped myself in bubble wrap and fell back asleep (no, a  comforter or something similar does not work especially because you throw it of  you while sleeping). But that didn't work as well so i woke up still with pain this time being worried. Then i tore from the wall a piece of that insulation which in installed many years ago because of the smart meters. There are 6 wireless smart meters on a wall that put out every 2 seconds so much signal they disturb inside any blue tooth device, so i put that on the wall and ground it and blue tooth started to work. I think i will put instead some aluminum foil and hook it to the electric ground of the installation.

Now the pain is almost gone but i am still nauseated. The guy upstairs smokes and plays loud TV and squeaks the floor relentlessly.

And yes in our days they are people who still go by those things, and get away with. And the whole world is led by them. You go somewhere, they play a trick like this one you and you're done, and then you may end in ICU diagnosed with "COVID". But you may not need to go anywhere, just watch a movie or video the news and they will hide something in there for you.

This is not religion. This may be what i call "visual martial arts", "audio martial arts" "biological martial arts" etc..

Could this be a coincidence, the fact that in some cultures, like in Japan, people bow to each other all the time (in the direction of the other guy, not sideways) and wherever they may be, in the direction of the palace of the emperor, on occasions. (In Japan, the emperor is considered god).

2:30 Went for a walk. Within 5 minutes pain came back, partly. When i got back the TV from upstairs can be head from 100 ft around the building.

Had her in the blog, however had to redo the post cause i did choose the best picture.

A siren went off like they always do, when i finish a post, to "scare the demons who inspire me", perhaps, sometimes i'm tempted to drive there at the ER to see if it's a real emergency. But who cares anymore, it's a whole pyramid made of broken laws instead of stones raising around me.

August 28

I woke up after 5 hours of sleep. +1 in the truck last night.

Last night i went to fetch some coffee for Angela inside the non-smoking area at the Spirit Mountain. There was this incredibly thin and tall woman who spent like 5 minutes at the coffee machine moving very slowly and yawning. All of a sudden i started to feel very sleepy, just by watching her. Half hour later i think i saw the eyes of Șoșoaca, on top of a mask and big body, though shorter, i guess. She was accompanied by a tall, rather thin nervous blond bearded guy who turned his head when i looked even though he had a mask.

Then i felt an irresistible urge to sleep. I went in the truck but the truck was facing the casino and a guy two rows in front of me was bending and executing a dance with the open door on the passenger side until i got so annoyed i turned the truck to face the last row next to street. There, i was nodding, on and off on the cheap, uncomfortable seat when a very noisy truck passed and woke me and i thought i saw a shadow with a fabric on top, like some gray clothes, getting under truck.  I got off, looked under with my phone's flashlight, went back and kept nodding until the noisy truck passed again and then i saw a Japanese guy dressed in a greenish coat that could have been double faced, entering a car on the last row i was facing. A weird looking cat, thin with long rear legs passed by. It was then when i decided to go back inside, i got this diabetic crash hunger, went and ordered some chips and fish. When they called my number i saw an old and bald and short Japanese guy going to the counter, like he didn't understand, real close to my food. Then i didn't feel like eating anymore and asked the woman for a to go box, and she offered me a bag too. Then i realized what was that trick, me walking with the bag with the box in it, after seeing Șoșoaca, and ate the food. Nothing happened.

However i started to feel an itchy sting in my left thigh that in the truck was facing the floor, like bitten by an insect. I went in the bathroom and tried to take a picture of that area, i thought i saw two circles, though not inflamed. Now i can't see any trace of it, still feel the itch and got some chills.

There is a one by two inches rubber gasket right under my seat covering a hole in the floor, by design, i don't know why. Some years ago the truck got flooded with water, for years, i pulled the wet jut and  the plastic cover of the floor. I thought water was getting inside through that gasket and added some silicon around it. Today i put some water in that area waiting to see if it drips under. Nothing so far. While doing so, people started to move in the parking lot, like always when i go outside. Watching them in disbelief from under truck. The bearded nerd started his imaginary endless phone conversation. Good thing i looked cause i saw the pipe on the filter which has a thread on one side and it clips on the other, was not clipped on one side and so it wasn't a pipe line. Looked at the pictures i took that day, i wasn't drunk, in the pictures one may see the connector and pipe wasn't clipped. Where was my mind at? But there was smoke outside and people yelling and distracting me. Clipped those things on.

Still have to figure where the water is coming from, cause the rainy season is going to start soon.

As for mileage. When i left for the 100 miles round trip last night the needle was finally at the full line (was two lines over after last fill, with over 30 miles on the trip odometer). After just changing the 15 years old filter it got like 25% better (preliminary, by the gauge only) since last time or around 20, still have to finish the tank with the additive in. I remember several years ago i poured some Lucas fuel additive in the tank. Mileage got better for one tank and then got worse. Snake oil does work! Somehow. 

Gasoline is not perfectly clean, that's why cars have filters, dirt accumulate at the bottom of the tanks at the gas station and if you get gas when the level is at its lowest, or the mud has been disturbed by refilling, you get the most. What happens is your tank is really dirty and put some injector cleaner additive, the  the additive dissolves first the mud in the tank and then that mud clogs the filter and injectors. I believe it can't be that dirty right now after they changed the fuel pump that is in the tank a few years ago (did they bother to clean it?). Or if the filter is really old and dirty, the additive dissolves some of that dirt that ends on the injectors' microfilters.

No, the fact that the filters are clogged does not means less gas at the injectors. It is lower pressure at the injectors which drip instead of spraying and the liquid gas does not have time to evaporate and burn when it sould and passes in the exhaust and catalytic. Computer by analyzing the parameters, adds more fuel to compensate (opens the injectors longer).

I wish i knew all these sooner, that's why i'm writing it here. Think at the fuel economy done and parts spared just by replacing an old fuel filter and running some additive (At my truck, the cat is next to the tranny where the clutch is, it heats up the slave cylinder inside the clutch, the transmission fluid which one time literally boiled and because of that i replaced 4 cats and 3 clutches already and i'm holding breath for this one.

This Gum_out i bought says it's for "high mileage" and "the whole fuel system". Wait to see.

Yeah, so far got some mild "flue like" symptoms. But those could be just because of getting under truck and laying on the cold asphalt, with only some bubble wrap under. Leg is itching though deeper inside. Wait to see.

I opened the door to go and take some picture of that gasket only to see the guy upstairs at his car. He went upstairs and promptly started the loud TV (punish me for opening the door and looking at him) while the nerd quieted down (it's always only one source of noise). Took some pictures. Per google, after modification to blogger about a year ago. if i upload the pictures at X-large size, like i did, the resolution is poor but the pictures get in slideshow mode with much better resolution if you click on one. If i choose original size, the slideshow is at poor resolution instead. Yes i tried and you could squeeze an object like a pen or small diameter pipe inside the car by that gasket without damaging anything. This truck has been made by GM in cooperation with Isuzu.

3:49 I'm done scrapping and sanding the whole area. Next i'm going to cut a piece of zinc plated sheet metal and apply it with JB Weld on top of that hole. While scrapping with a screwdriver the rust (though wet) the man upstairs showed and passed really close mumbling something. Soon after the place filled with dust (not from me). I plan on covering the rust that i can't possibly scrap (i don't have a wire brush) with paint so rust won't fly away from my truck anymore. Blood is red because of the rust inside hemoglobin. Afte perspiring a lot while working under that rain proof nylong fabric coat i feel better.

4:35 Just applied the patch with the adhesive, went under to see how i've done it, he came and parked next to me while adhesive is still smelling of course and i ran inside. (He only went "to work" this week two days, Thursday and Friday, 8 hours each.

4:42 Ice cream truck is here, while adhesive still smelling. Anybody figures what i'm experiencing and why i keep saying the're best at playing victim?

5:28 I painted the floor and saw it was matching pretty well the color so i just cleaned with alcohol and painted the area of the hood that was peeling off. Far from perfect, much better than before. But if i don't apply some clear coat next it will wear out by this time next year for sure. Forgot to take the "before" picture, now is kinda useless to take the after. For what's worth it. The grill has been sitting in the sun for 23 years, this truck never saw a garage.
LOL was searching for Sirhan Sirhan and found somebody else... 6:57 In the meantime i remembered where the water was coming from... There are some cracks in the floor by the screws that hold the seats. I covered some of them with silicon, now i see new ones. Real interesting, one of the cracks starts next to what it looks like a blow with a pointed tool in the floor. While washing that area so i can take a picture, the hood of the car still vaguelly smelling like paint, next to it came (to talk to a much younger woman) this guy


7:47 Arts are a part of life. When mine started to smell like dog, i knew i had to go to pick the poops. I found several, more than a pound in total, in places slightly off the usual. In the meantime, the whole area of; the complex went silent. It always does when i figure new faces. I don't know, could be they have to pull some of the non "staff" from here, or those who got convinced, first hand, that i'm telling the truth?

5:15 29 I saw the news oh boy. Every time i plant a seed they say kill it before it grows...

Deci au venit și ei cu ceva.  Dacă vă uitați bine, veți vedea că e tăiată cu flacăra de sudură... Da bine într-o poză ca lumea, nu asta făcută cu un telefon de acum 10 ani...

August 27

4:45 Woke up about half hour ago, after about 4 and a half hours. Nausea, belly pain. Slept next to a semi-open window. Went outside and found and threw a number of poops, some from a stray. Cigarette smoke everywhere covered the smell, making it hard to find. Don't even know if picked them all. Just by getting close, handling those with a surgical glove and a bag i got sicker.

4:51 Somebody started a big exhaust.

Never seen AQI indexes like this. 900s? Most i have seen so far was 400s. Can see the plumes here.

5:23 Deci să înțelegem că SPP îi caută în buzunare pe toți cei care intră în Parlament cu o legitimație sau doar pe cei care îi cheamă Gheorghe? Și ce făcea cu plicul, fuma în baie? Dacă au mers direct la el fiindcă știau că fumează în baie, de ce nu l-au prins acolo? Sau de ce nu au rezolvat problema discret, așa cum le rezolvă ei pe toate cele de care nu auzim. Îmi pare rău că nu îi găsesc vârsta ca să-l caut pe liste. Am găsit totuși pe cineva cu care seamănă. (Ok m-am prins. Ăștia de la AUR sunt toți blonzi în afară de George Simion care e brunet-brunet, așa cum îi plac lu' cocoașa).

5:49. Apropo de ce nu auzim. Nu auzim cum se scurge bugetul, banii noștri lipsă de pe fluturași, în canalul București-Budapesta. Ce nu mai auzim. După ce a fost prim ministru de patru ori și a ocupat știrile timp de zece ani, nu mai auzim de el de luni de zile la rând (nu că mi-ar fi dor, Doamne ferește). Știți de cine vorbesc, în lumea cealaltă îl cheamă tot Gyorgy. Gay or gay. György Dragomán.

6:26 Ba sunt grave, cele mai multe dureri de cap la copii și adulți vin de la sinuzită care vine de la dinți, și pe termen lung sunt dezastruoase. Nu săriți așa la control neurologic. Mergeți la dentist mai întâi.

7:01 When i came back after i took Angela to work, i still had one line above full on the dashboard, with 27 miles done. It was smelling like mold so i went and picked a number of candy wraps spread evenly on the wood chips on the side of a bush that's not visible from here.

7:54 Oare am greșit eu iar George Simion e de fapt tipul ăsta Hassine, un actor tunisian stabilit în Ungaria, fostul partener al lui Katinka Cseke, aka Șoșoaca?

12:14 Right after i finished this i ate some broccoli omelet and went back to sleep. Woke up at 11 with the worst nausea i had so far. However i texted the shop, then called. First Carry, then Irine then Sally then the estimator Jason, the one with and Asian accent. The estimator told me that he has a gut feeling the car is going to be totaled, however he could not tell me a value of the car or repair. He said he has to write the estimate and that can be done only early next week, and when i asked when he said Wednesday, that being one week since i towed the car in there. I was thinking about what he said, got feeling is what i had in that moment. Literally. I came back, i knew there was going to be an extra poop somewhere, which i found and took it to the garbage. It was an enormous one, hidden between a bush and the garages. I bet if i eat the're going to bring a new one. Got to call Nick Sprague, the local Progressive agent assigned to my claim.

12:39 Just spoke to Nick, he said it's the busiest time of the year, shops are booked for up to two months and the waiting time for an estimate is one week, but he's going to call the shop to see what he can do.

2:35 I ate and didn't take any chances, left for a long walk so i can get fresh air while i digest my food. On my walk i figured the thread with the shop asking me for the tile of the car is missing so i will just attach it here. The title. Talked again to Nick, from Progressive. He said he will get back to me when he gets the estimate which may be as late as Wednesday. He finally said something interesting. He doesn't know what the value of the car was before the accident or the value of he car insured for which i was paying full premium.

What happens is i bought a car from Copart that was totaled, but in the description it was saying "minor scratches and damages". When i got home, i found the original headlight for right front in the trunk. Car was missing windshield washer reservoir, other parts. They where a number of other plastic parts missing. Right side of the car, door, fender seemed freshly painted. I don't know the status of the airbag in that door, and the dashboard light for airbags came the day before the accident. I fixed as much as i needed to can drive the car. However, after i passed DEQ, Oregon DMV gave me a salvage title so i can drive it. With the funky LPN, JKB. If you go there with a driveable car, they will always give you one. Here is a picture of the car in Copart lot.

Ok have to take a break here to insert the picture of the guy who is yelling on the phone, in an apartment in the building next to ours. I saw his face when i went in the back to take the picture of the two bottles rotating at the door. I also saw in the same balcony a few days ago a "prominent" Romanian politician.

What happens is, when the guy upstairs is not home, and lately he's been playing TV at an equivalent volume so it can be heard outside and everywhere, they got to compensate somehow, i believe at a great cost to the poor guy. He's probably got some prompter and the narrative is bein made up "on the fly" by some AI program, by the way words and tone change with my moves. When he is not here and the guy upstairs is not here, there is a guy yelling in Spanish at a balcony next to our apartments etc. If neither is available, then kids will start to yell etc.. Never two in the same time. Never.

Back to business. Here is the title of the car issued by Oregon DMV.

On the title it says RECONSTRUCTED. When i spoke with Nick last time, he said the value of a car with a salvage title for the purpose of insurance is 80%. I hope the premium was calculated accordingly. He also said, as mentioned before, that "he did not know the value of the car before the accident". I believe it is because i never finished fixing the car. The car has now been damaged at the other end, it doesn not have anything to do with unrepaired parts. However, i have a "gut feeling" they will downgrade the value of the car until it will be lower than the value of the repairs so the amount they will pay will be much less than 80% of the current value of a similar car that has not been totaled.

The suspicion part. They made me talk to the estimator so he can ask me about the wheel in the trunk. I was driving on a spare because i had a flat two days before, the guys at Les Schwab told me that tire is damaged beyond repair and needed new tires, however they did not cary that brand to match the others so i ordered it online. It came two days early, or the day after. Here is a copy of the Police report i just got from Washington State DMV. Note that "hit and run" is missing, it only says the exhange of the information was not completed. However, that is shown in the diagram. Here's the password for it. 567381.

4:37 I picked Angela from work. Went both to Fred Meyer. When i was about to leave i saw a woman with a baby in her cart at a (n artificially created) bottle neck directing me with hands to pass first. Distractions on the roadk (like a hippy bus) and repeated suddent stops almost made me hit the next vehicle.

Back home. Cigarette smoke in the apartment, about 10 teens of which some i never seen before, some are the kids since 6 years ago when we moved, came to play and yell in front of our door. Went and picked a number of fresh, huge dog poops, when i was leaving, a woman (the one talking on her cell phone all the time) came and started to talk on her phone and dance around with her dog. Got to go to se the results.

6:13 The man upstairs started to smoke something.

8:27 I've been searching for hours. Finally found it on my blog. The video proving that ninja used powerful yet simple devices for listening. Those have surfaced from books like Ninpiden, others. But those books contain very little compared to the bulk of ninja knowledge transmitted orally or through family or clan scrolls. My suspicion is they can go further than simply listening to conversations. By closely studying a subject for years, they mai get to guess the thoughts and decisions of that person minute by minute, just from being present in the next room or even interact with (influence subject's thought or inner or silent decisions). Planning to work on a blog post to show briefly most that i know about ninja listening but that of course if the guy upstairs stop drilling my brain with squeaks. Contrary to popular beliefs, ninja did not fight in close combat except rarely. The bulk of their activity was spying, and listening was most of it while assassinations may have been carried out often by non violent means, like seeding your environment with bad bacteria and mold.

A device have been built and tested by acoustic experts using the instructions in the book but without the oral knowledge that these books are said to be accompanied by. After guessing, they had to slightly modify the design to obtain a gain of 2-3 dB. But my guess is they didn't guess the right design and right use of the device. It could be a deception meant to distract the curiosity of many about reading the books. Also if the device, besides "amplifying" the voice frequency could also diminish other frequencies, making the voice more distinguishable from ambiental or even ambiental white noise.

Conștiință vs dreaming

Conștiința era un concept invocat adesea în timpul comunismului în incluziunea "conștiință de clasă". De pe la Marx. Tot de la Marx am aflat de conștiință ca fiind o reflecție. A realității economice spunea el, specialistul.

Problema e că în limba română nu există distincție lingivistică între conscience și consciousness, pe care eu aș traduce-o ca și conștientizare.

Ca și acum, și atunci era aiurea. Auzeai profesori, activiști de partid care foloseau alcătuirea "conștiința de clasă", alte fragmente de filosofie marxistă (care deși era o derogare, sau deviere de filosofie totuși închegată cumva) definiția era greșită sau confuză chiar din punct de vedere semantic din cauza problemelor de limbă (adică nedigerarea unor neologisme) și dădeau naștere unor "semințe" de grave erori viitoare în mintea crudă a unor tabula rasa post belice doi.

Am cunoscut odată un tip la o biserică (BNC, ce mai, unde am cunoscut pe mai mulți, inclusiv un avatar al lui Tom Cruise iar pastor era cântarețul Meatloaf cred. Carlton (care cred că era un sociolog faimos acum decedat) venea la noi acasă în Beaverton (Sussex), se așeza turcește (sau lotus cum vreți) pe canapea, deschidea Biblia și spunea. "Let's get back to basics".

Nu mă miră acum că eșafodaj a ajuns să fie în românește sinonim cu construcție. Pornești greșit, nu ajungi nicăieri, nici o șansă.

Din păcate nici în alte limbi, universuri, nu găsim o definiție satisfăcătoare a conștiinței. Conștiința e mult mai mult decât o cale spre regrete. Nu vreau să mă bag să spun aici că e o chestie care vine de la creștinism, deși filosofia vestică nu e altceva decât o distilare a creștinismului. Însă creștinismul a fost dat oamenilor într-un moment când erau practic niște sălbatici.

Din fericire, avem jurnaliști care mai scapă și mici analize științifice uneori surprinzător de riguroase, care uneori ne deschid porțile, pomenind, către cercurile înalte și închise ale filosofilor, oamenilor de știință de vârf și necunoscuți publicului iar google acum ne arată imediat calea spre aceștia. De la ei poate știu câte ceva despre conștiință. Am citit undeva că e legată de limbaj. Când e vorba de știință, totuși mă deranjează metaforele.

Aș vrea să fac aici o analogie cu limbajele de programare. De când von Neumann a inventat computerul așa cum îl știm, limbajele de programare, adică uneltele programatorilor s-au clasificat în limbaje de nivel înalt și limbaje mașină, cu ceva între, care este limbajul C. Este foarte greu să te exprimi ca programator în cod mașină, dar un program realizat astfel, presupunând că programatorul este bun, este cel mai rapid posibil fiindcă "profită" (take advantage în engleză) de resursele hardware cele mai intime.

În schimb, limbajele de nivel înalt, care sunt intuitive pentru programator, au nevoie de compilatoare, adică niște programe care le traduc în cod mașină, însă nu întotdeauna optim. Programele astfel realizate sunt greoaie și de obicei mult mai lente. C este limbajul de nivel înalt cel mai aproape de cod mașină.

Deci o conștiință care se bazează pe limbaj, care este o formă de comunicare de nivel înalt dar foarte greoaie și de multe ori ne-intuitivă, care necesită mulți ani de educație și asimilarea a mii de cuvinte și care poate include erorile predecesorilor și care dă uneori naștere la confuzii și posibilități de manipulare, este în primul rând lentă (Gigi, gândeai prea repede!), fiindcă nu funcționează în timp real.

Omul stă și se gândește, folosind în mintea lui cuvinte. Își analizează propriile idei, care îi vin în minte din memorie sub formă de fraze. Mintea de pe urmă a românilor, sleep it over în engleză. Modelarea realității în interiorul acestui tip de conștiință este greoaie și necesită timp și chiar amânări. Nu există altă scăpare decât stereotipurile, adică niște analogii cu niște situații, concepte cunoscute, care de cele mai multe ori nu sunt identice cu cele reale iar indivizii, societatea își petrec de multe ori timpul în grave erori sau abateri de la realitate car pot merge până la conflicte. (Ce e mai grav, deși e o deviere mare de la discuție, în timp ce gândește omul își mai și mișcă limba, aproape imperceptibil, ceea ce este suficient însă pentru cei cu niște device-uri, poate chiar antice, antrenament și pregătire să audă gândurile cuiva, dacă-l interesează. O altă metodă ar fi oprirea șirului gândului printr-o distragere și analizând reacțiile, atunci când se știe cam în ce gama gândește omul în acel moment, și mai ales cunoscându-l foarte bine).

Cred că ați ghicit unde vreau să ajung. Pot exista și alte tipuri de conștiință, exprimată prin alte tipuri de comunicare, la societăți izolate pentru zeci de mii de ani de restul omenirii, cum ar fi gesturile, mimica, artele vizuale, simbolurile (distilate în timpurile noastre de masonerie), poezia, muzica, (însoțite de un limbaj primitiv), care nu pierde timpul pentru reflecții, sentimente de regret și deși nu folosește logica poate ajunge la modelarea realității mult mai precisă dar mai ales în timp real și comunicare intra socială în timp real iar societatea respectivă funcționează mult mai eficient, iar când intră în competiție cu alte tipuri de societăți, le decimează instinctiv. Eu bănuiesc ca acesta este conceptul de dreaming in societatea antică australiană.

Cândva, poate 4-5 mii de ani BC un grup provenit dintr-un nucleu al acestei vechi societăți paralele s-a deplasat și a reluat în sfârșit contactul cu restul omenirii. Rezultatul îl știm din istorie. Sumer, Egipt, China, Japonia, America, Imperiul Roman etc..

Decimarea noastră se face pe mai multe căi. Uneori folosind limbajul necunoscut nouă (uitat de mii de ani), cu accente imperative în subconștient, al gesturilor. Alteori folosind chiar cea mai mare vulnerabilitate și povară a noastră, limba și logica greoaie. Evocarea sau invocarea de evenimente emoționale. Stereotipurile. "Cultura".

Iwo Jima, Gay?

I saw in the news the so called Taliban reenactment of the raising flag. For the first time, i looked closer and a questioned popped in mind. Why so many (and so close) to raise a pole that seem rather short and can't be that heavy?

O revelație despre revoluție

August 26

8:00 Am dus-o pe Angela la servici, am mers în parc și am avut o revelație despre revoluția română din 89

8:15 Tipul de sus nu s-a dus la servici, stă acasă, cu puține excepții, de sâmbăta trecută. A început scârțâiala, bufniturile. Folosesc căști de protecție industrială de 32 dB.

10:14 Mai devreme am curățat de praf și mizerie sub camionetă, care nu a fost folosită de atâta timp. Tipul de sus dădea tv atât de tare că se auzea de afară. De câte ori mă băgam sub truck apărea cineva pe alee. Bateria are 7 ani și începe să dea semne, după folosire mai intensivă în ultimele (o duc și o aduc pe Angela la servici, cum o făceam cândva ani de zile, cu același truck). Mâine cumpăr alta. Angela a avut niște cupoane de pizza înghețată cu 2 dolari, alte chestii ieftine și am fost la Safeway. Acolo tot felul de extra (figuranți), actori americani și actrițe mai ales japoneze. Toți ieșiți din comun.

Aveam puțin timp să cânt la chitară înainte de 10, nu am mai făcut-o demult, pun o melodie și mă bag și eu în ea.

Am deschis acum știrile iar când am ajuns la aia cu talibani, sus dintr-o dată s-a trezit (era liniște de o oră) și a început să izbească și să meargă. Face așa de multe ori, pentru un motiv sau altul, mă enervează când văd anumite știri. La felul în care se mișcă, e ca și cum ai avea încă o persoană în apartament, care are părerile ei.

Mă gândeam mai devreme. La 100 morți trebuia să fie cam 300 de răniți, și părți de corpuri umane, sânge, răspândite peste tot în aeroportul acela. ISIS?. Curent ISIS leader.

10:15 Mă așteptam să văd mâini din alea întinse, pe fond portocaliu. Ăștia dublează, încercând să acopere, după un principiu alchimic pe care nu îl mai amintesc, orice postez. Aveți o idee câți oameni mor (și se nasc) în lume în fiecare an?

August 25

12:07 C'était hier l'été...voici l'automne. Chiar nu mi-am dat seama când a trecut vara asta...

Nu-mi place cum au tradus versurile astea în românește. În versiunile engleze pe care le știu e cu totul altceva și practic încearcă să arate cât este de trecătoare viața omenească.

7:17 Buddha's death. Mesenteric infarct. Intestinal retention, pain, hot flushes, blood flood stagnation due to gas pressure, beginning of intestinal infection, due to intestinal blockage.

Psychosomatic. Annoying sounds, smells, stress, bacterial, protozoa contamination, eating frozen berries from freezer, holding breath for car which hopefully finally will be towed today but above all seeing women in crouched position, senseless drinking. Last night i went to pick and throw some poops, i saw a woman in this position, in the dark barely visible with a dog that barked at me in "muted mode". There was another one that did that for months, every time i passed the first T intersection of the alleys, smoking, sitting on the curb. Models do that. Why do people like to look at something like this?

7:56 Went and found some poops. One old, stepped upon, one new and one with diarrhea resembling in a appearance with a dead leaf. I think it was that one that got me so sick this morning. Lots of out of bag garbage in the bin, next to the bin. I remember at Sussex we did that, threw garbage in open WinCo bags. Cheaper than buying garbage bags. Not outside the bin though.

8:45 They picked the car about half hour ago. Can't wait to see if it's fixable or totaled. Also went for a walk in the park, ran into more fresh smelling poops. A family of Chinese speaking people passed me.

8:53. Psalmii sunt numerotați astfel, par și diferiți, când voi fi mai puțin obosit...

"15 As for man, his days are like grass— he blooms like a flower of the field; 16 when the wind passes over, it vanishes, and its place remembers it no more.…"

1:05 Earlier i've been prompted by the repair shop to produce a picture of the title. I couldn't find the title, the guy upstairs started to smoke who knows what and put the TV or whatever volume to max, i was still sick, my hands were so dry and could not find the title in the folder with car's documents. Was thinking to go to DMV to get some sort of proof of ownership, but Angela agreed to come home and search for it. First time when i left the Japanese woman with 3 kids got in the back of the truck to get the exhaust of the cold cat. It looks like after i drove it that day at Spirit Mountain, 100 miles round trip, the cat unclogged and check engine light went off but after i change the fuel filter the smell disappeared whatsoever. It looks like this weekend i'm gonna have a chance to check the mileage again since we got no car. The old thing is still leaking a bit of oil, tranny is full of it and got to wipe it out, next. However, the retaliations are still in place, i saw some masons looking guys, driving antiques and old smelling cars in front of us when i got back with Angela i think, constructions, road blocks, (concrete breaking in the park) and on the alley there was this woman waving a bag with a Target's bull's eye like a matador would and when she moved it behind was the face of a kid.

Angela found the title and i took her back to work, 45 minutes elapsed time, 4 hours slept last night, me 6 in total.

10:10. So, who's going to fly, maintain, those?

At least they did justice, after 9 years. I was hit by a truck on the freeway, WSP never issued a witness invite, everywhere i went today i saw either RAM trucks or 4x4 Fords. I was told the work accident that happened in 96 is affected by the statutes of limitations. However, in the case of this hacker arrested yesterday, it's been 9 years since the alleged crimes, which are minor anyway compared to gassing, ramming of a car, false arrest, etc.. How come the guy was not on the FBI's most wanted list on 2018 or right now? Could it be this story has just been invented?

Earlier, went with Angela at Walgreens, Walmart, WinCo. At the gas station (same where János Áder about 7-8  years ago handed me a receipt when i was expecting it, i only saw him after i got it in my hand, probably pretending something else for cameras), a Japanese Latina looking attendant pumped so much gas in my tank it is still 2 lines above full, after a 15 miles trip. Purpose. To show how bad the mileage of my truck is. In reality, before i changed filter yesterday and added a Gumout High Mileage Fuel Additive tonight, it was about 17.

At WinCo i stayed in the parking lot for a while, a car came next to me with a guy also staying, with lowered window. After a while i got outside trying to finish a news article i was reading on the phone and tried to look at him and every time he was turning his head. I think he had more hair than the current Prime Minister of Romania. Inside WinCo, when i turned back for some item the issued the familiar "Security Code 1", like during the old times. By the presence, years ago, of John Travolta's "dead son" i can only imagine WinCo is actually owned by Scientology.

The man upstairs just started to walk. Could it be because i mentioned the name Scientology? Though he did laundry all day, he just started a drying cycle. Not much vapor is coming out the vent, he's got condensed water in the exhaust pipe, plays ignorant, drys over and over again. Leaks in the basement wet and bulge my floor.

August 24

8:15 Nu e nici un secret că după februarie 1996 eu nu am mai fost ce eram înainte. Ultima ocupație din România a fost de programator, am fost destul de bun, am făcut programe de salarii și contabilitate în timp real, cred că printre primele, uneori îmi place să mă gândesc că am dat un exemplu în direcția asta.

În SUA am nimerit exact pe mâna celor care mă deranjau în România, dar nu am avut habar. Din cauza lor, a trebuit să iau job-uri incredibile, ca de exemplu băiat de pus marfă în rafturi, la Sheridan, dar când și-au dat seama că nu prea au ce face cu mine la nivelul la care eram, s-au hotărât să mă downgrade puțin. Să mă coboare la un nivel inferior, unde să fiu mai ușor de manipulat.

Sub pretextul și sub aparența rasismului care există, dincolo de orice limite, mai ales în statul Washington (a nu se confunda cu capitala), la nord de Oregon, Dan Costan, un tip care cred că e un boxer, pictor și scriitor din Ungaria, m-a dus la o firmă unde m-au pus să lucrez singur într-un colț într-un depozit mare la o mașină care folosea tricloretan (metil cloroform) ca și agent de răcire, o substanță interzisă de OMS, sprayat pe piesele respective. 

Deci practic m-au gazat, dar nu așa ca să mor ci ca să devin o legumă, ceea ce s-a și întâmplat, după vreo câteva zile. Am început să am halucinații, nu mai dormeam, după o săptămână am ajuns la spitalul de nebuni, iar după nu mi-am mai revenit decât parțial. De fapt la câțiva ani după fază, Dan, cu care încă credeam că sunt prieten, mi-a și zis, "gândeai prea repede".

Timp de vreo zece ani după am fost o legumă, au făcut ce-au vrut cu mine, am ajuns să lucrez și ca programator, însă mă uitam la ecran zece minute până scriam o linie. Încă vreo zece ani și mai ales după aceste lungi plimbări în parcuri, unele în păduri cu locuri denivelate, am început să-mi mai revin, deși până în ziua de azi nu 100%, mai ales din cauza apartamentelor mizerabile în care am locuit și care cam anulau toată chestia cu plimbările în aer liber.

De aceea am dificultăți cu html, cu programarea în general, după ce m-am apucat de blogărit și am descoperit chestia cu asemănările, mi-a fost destul de greu să învăț câteva chestii de bază din html. Când am început să mă obișnuiesc cu o anume procedură după care construiam o asemănare din asta, adică în vara anului trecut, google a hotărât să modifice interfața blogger cu care lucram. Mi-au trebuit câteva multe luni să mă obișnuiesc iar, dar chestia m-a încetinit mult.

O postare din asta e o procedură destul de complicată, în afară de căutarea propriu zisă, care este o muncă în sine, o combinație între html și interfața vizuală blogger, nu folosesc alte unelte pentru a nu complica și mai mult situația și mai ales pentru a avea control total asupra postărilor.

Una din modificările pe care le-au făcut, combinată cu ignoranța mea în html a dat naștere unei situații riscante. Dacă uit să pun link-ul la căutarea google, după o deformatare, în atributul href rămâne implicit adresa la www blogger com, iar dacă cineva face clic pe poză va fi trimis la adresa respectivă, unde normal, dacă nu are cont va fi întrebat să-și deschidă unul, ceea ce poate fi șocant pentru cei care nu știu nimic de IT, iar dacă are și nu e logat, va fi întrebat de parolă, ceea ce seamănă cu un atac de phishing. Imediat au apărut în media românească aluzii la hackeri, etc.. Au început să-mi apară în față pe unde merg mașini cu numere gen HAC, etc..

Între timp am reușit să înțeleg mai multe chestii din html ceea ce îmi va permite să schimb procedura aceea riscantă.

Ieri s-a întâmplat faza tocmai la Șoșoaca, mai ales din cauza urii pe care o simt când îi văd fața, dar și din cauza vecinului de sus care s-a apucat de ciocănit în podea și scutura praf de pisică, pe care l-am simțit imediat. Deci am uitat iar să pun link-urile, azi am descoperit absolut din întâmplare, probabil multă lume s-a enervat, îmi cer scuze, am eliminat posibilitatea pentru viitor.

8:58 Nu știu, poate budiștii au descoperit ce e conștiința și se pot conecta la gândurile altora (poate au preluat ceva din hinduism, iar ninja de la budism), poate au alte mijloace, sau pur și simplu ceva tehnologie, dar este sigur faptul că tipul de deasupra se mișcă pe sus în funcție de ce fac sau mai ales ce gândesc eu. Sub pretextul că se pregătește să plece la serviciu (ieri nu a fost, a "party" prea mult, de unul singur, cu muzică și probabil droguri), dimineața (într-o zi am venit din parc când pleca, nouă și ceva, seara vine pe la 5) se mișcă prin casă vreo două ore și scârțâie podeaua, dar nu are nici o legătură cu vreo activitate, ci doar după cum mă mișc sau gândesc eu. Este atât de enervant încât pur și simplu îmi schimb toate ideile, mă influențează în orice vreau să fac (cum poate să existe un bărbat de vreo 30 și, cu înfățișare de brazilian, care să nu aibă nici un prieten sau prietenă, să petreacă tot weekend-ul și tot timpul liber singur în apartament, etc.).

11:35 Am mai dormit două ore, tipul de sus e tot acasă, de 3-4 zile, bursa s-a dus în sus, înăuntru a început să miroase cum miroase a doua zi după ce tipul de sus pune praf de pisică, a ouă clocite adică, am ieșit să văd dacă miroase și afară, adică din pereți, nu știu cum mi-au căzut ochii pe o picătură de ceva pe interiorul roții din dreapta a camionetei care acum e parcată în locul mașinii, m-am dus să văd, era lichid de frână, s-ar părea că nu am strâns bine șurubul de aerisire, m-am dus să iau niște scule, a început să sune o sirenă ca la nebuni, apoi alta, m-am băgat sub mașină și am strâns un pic, probabil va trebui să-l scot și să-l curăț de rugină, de vreo 2-3 ori sau să-l înlocuiesc, am mai pus niște clor cu deodorant în 2 în locuri în apartament, au trecut 24 de ore de când am vorbit cu tipa de la Progressive (asigurare) care spunea că un agent local mă va contacta cu opțiuni în 24 de ore, m-am dus la calc lui Angela (lui Angela, nu sunt de acord cu modificarea numelor pentru a le acorda, ca în maghiară) care e lângă geamul de la alee să verific, pe site, nimic nou, japoneza aia cu 2-3 copii de la clădirea D a trecut pe la geam cu un cărucior, nu știu unde, poate la plimbare, aici lumea nu prea merge pe jos, când trecea între ea și mine, care doar mă uitam pe geam, a trecut un tip de la mentenanță cu un cart electric, etc., iar tipul de sus scârțâie podeaua non-stop. (Când merg pe undeva unde este lume și trec prin spatele cuiva, automat cineva vine și se interpune, asta de ani de zile sau de când mi-am dat seama prima dată, dar... prin geam? sau vor numai impresia subinconștientă, oamenii merg pe impresie, înțeleg în magazine unde sunt camere care pot fi scăpate pe internet, dar aici?).

12:00 Mă uitam pe telefon la conversația cu Progressive, nu sunt deloc obișnuit cu texting, tipul de sus a dat televizorul foarte tare, nu mă puteam concentra, mă gândeam, să sun, să nu sun la Progressive, au fost aproape 4 zile de la accident, mașina e tot aici, apare în spate o tipă în pantaloni scurți cu un copilaș, mă uitam la fața ei, nu la picioare, încercând să-mi amintesc dacă am văzut-o undeva, la care a ridicat instant mâna la față, acoperindu-si jumătate din ea, a făcut stânga-mprejur și a plecat cu tot cu copilaș.

Mai devreme am fost pe la mașină, am văzut un kk de câine, trebuie să merg să-l strâng înainte de a împuți totul pe aici, dar dacă mă duc, mirosul îmi va intra în haine și în plămâni.

8:45 Ultima dată când am schimbat filtrul de benzină la camionetă a fost în jur de anul 2000. Încă era Cindy Dunster manager la Sussex. A fost traumatizant fiindcă nu știam cum să-l schimb, a durat mai mult decât am crezut, a curs benzină în parcare și a mirosit jumătate de zi.

Acu vreo 2-3 ani cred mi-a picat pompa de benzină, m-a costat 900 de dolari s-o înlocuiesc, dar după cum arată, nu au schimbat și filtrul. Până la Hyundai, care m-a înnebunit cu un zgomot datorat presiunii scăzute la benzină, tot din cauza filtrului, care însă este foarte greu de schimbat.

Am comandat pe Amazon (este foarte mișto fiindcă ține "minte" comenzile anterioare, deci la o mașină, știi ce cauciucuri ai cumpărat, filtre, ulei, etc. și data viitoare doar clic și faci o nouă comandă) un filtru și azi l-am instalat. Mi-a curs benzină și praf chiar în ochi, uitasem de un șurub care ține un colier care e legat de niște țevi de benzină, până la urmă m-am descurcat, dar ninja, actorii m-au traumatizat cu gesturile și zgomotele lor din parcare în timp ce. După, am mers pentru un test, am mirost, nu mai miroase nimic din eșapament, sper că a și revenit la un consum acceptabil. Lampa de avertizre pentru catalizator era stinsă pe bord de vreo 2 zile, după ce am mers vreo 100 mile undeva.

Care este teoria. Presiune scăzută la injectoare datorită unui filtru murdar conduce la "picurare". Adică în timp ce injectoarele spray-ază cad și picături de benzină. Acele picături nu contribuie la ciclul ardere/detentă, abia dacă se încălzesc și se evaporă și trec în evacuare și sunt arse în catalizator.

Computerul deschide injectoarele mai mult timp ca să compenseze, iar picăturile reprezintă pierderea.

Consumul este mult mai mare, iar catalizatorul se duce mult mai repede.

Am cumpărat de pe Amazon un filtru similar cu 11 dolari, iar schimbarea a durat o oră. În poză se vede partea "curată" sau de ieșire a filtrului, benzina circulând de la stânga la dreapta.

Urmează mâine să atașez interfața aceasta ELM care am cumpărat-o pe Amazon cu 3-4 dolari, acum e 11, la conectorul de la mașină care se găsește de obicei sub bord în stânga, care se conectează cu computerul mașinii iar prin bluetooth cu telefonul sau tableta sau laptopul, unde pot folosi o aplicație gen torque (Android, versiunea light=gratuită), sau car (Microsoft, pe laptop) pentru diagnosticare mai departe (citire seznori, parametri, timpi injectori, avans, consum etc.).