I know some people would do anything to make me stop writing on this blog. But i wouldn't write about Romanian politics anyway anymore, i already decided that. At least for a while. Maybe i should start writing this like a log.
I really hoped things would somehow get fixed, maybe get a job, maybe some money from people who owe me and never had to write this here. But that might very well never happen.
I barely got out from a "road rage" incident when a 70-80s black Chevy with modified suspension and exhaust and huge tires was trying to back-up from the alley where i live, ocuppying both lanes and making big noise and smoke almost climbed on my little S10. There was a "witness", a guy with a dog in a black T shirt with some white drawing on it nearby. I can imagine what would have happen if i was tried to confront the guy. I just passed him and went to the other alley.
But this is just the last incident. I was thinking maybe i should start to say how i got here in the first place. But the story is too long and now i would try to write it backwards. Earlier i tried to drive to the only open liquor store after 8 about 6 miles from where here where i live. Every intersection, an opportunity for accident. On the freeway, there was like 10 cars trying to aggress me, it's too long to remember and write it here but it was worse than usually. Every time is. Subtle enough not to raise suspicions to unaware people though. If there's anyone left. At the store, in the line, in front of me, a white guy with shaved hair was talking way too much with the cashier, buying and unbuying things, packing and unpacking until behind me grew a line. Earlier i saw a woman with a wet, cold, just pulled from the fridge gallon of milk in her hand buying liquor. I salivated instantly because i drink lots of milk. Etc. Then he synchronized and drove on the alley in the parking lot in front of me with a 30 year old car. All the turns until i got on the boulevard. I didn't even start the ventilation in the car. On the way back the same show. It's good though today not every time when i turned my head i saw someone drinking or sucking from a jug. Cause this was the last trend of the last year. If i passed someone with a smoking car and look at him/her he would pull a jug with drink and start drinking with big thirst.
Before that. This whole apartment where i live sometimes i think it was build from recycled stuff and designed especially to get people sick. Especially the exhaust from the cooking stove that instead of going vertically and through the roof and then a few more feet upwards like a chimney, it goes almost horizontally about 7 meters to the other side of the roof and opens inside the attic where there is a flat vent. Even if it pushes the odor from the kitchen outside, the flow sticks to the building and comes back through the windows. Many times i said i wouldn't use it but sometimes i forget. And when it's hot the temperature in the attic goes to 110 F and more and everything there is in that 6 inch x 7 meter exhaust rots and smells really bad. It happens only in the afternoon when it gets hot and if i forget to start the fan and push some air in it i get sick before i realize it because the smell grows gradually. And if a plane passes by it vibrates and some of the stuff gets pushed inside the room. And i only realized this today. Or maybe i did before but i wasn't sure or i forgot. Don't get me wrong, i have a good memory but there's too many things going on. Then i leave the place because i'm so sick but just by driving around i get some fresher air and then come back later when it's cooler. But because of what happens on the streets i usually forget why and how seek i was when i left. About a year ago i closed the joint between the exhaust and the vent under the roof so the stuff cannot get back into the attic and goes all through the vent and put a one way valve on the end near the stove but on hot days like today it doesn't really help. But the vent is still flat and doesn't have a chimney. It only helps if i cycle some fresh air for about an hour through it. Today i put some enzyme from the pet store that decomposes stuff and has some deodorant in it.
In short, i spend hours every day just to clean or fix the place. Most of the time i'm sick because i'm sensitive to smell and also sick to the stomach. But it always happens in the afternoon when my next door neighbor and my wife are at work and i'm alone. Sometimes i feel like fainting or paralyzed to my spine. My wife lost some of her sensitivity to smell because of the chemo back in the fall of 2004, but she wasn't so sensitive in the first place. It's between a half time and full time job every day in a very bad environment. Not counting the trips at home improvement stores and the thousands of dollars i spent and hundreds of receipts i try to keep. I just finish fixing one stinking obnoxious thing then another one starts. I will try and continue to write this backwards but right now one of my neighbors maybe the one that's a real estate agent, the one who dug a whole withe her Mercedes power steered wheels in the asphalt, by turning the wheels to the right after the car is stopped make some really weird noises that seem synchronized with my keyboard or something. Sounds like moving stuff around but i'm not sure. She does that frequently when she's at home. Monday she "forgot" the TV on all morning after she or somebody else made a big noise and woke me up at 6 am after 5 hours of sleep. That day and the following i was really like a zombie.
Yesterday no Tuesday was gardening day at my neighbors. By the pool. Almost 5 hours two power tools of over 100 dB each in the same time where trimming and blowing the fences and bushes. My ears where hurting, literally. And my brain was scrambled inside.
And then there's my down stairs neighbor. The Italian looking guy. The apartment underneath is vacated since last September. One more level down. The guy smokes some slow burning natural untreated cigarettes that smell really really bad. When he leaves for work i think, before noon, he opens the bedroom window and then i have to close mine. Depending on the wind, sometimes it comes from the other way, from the kitchen. I have to be very careful opening the windows cause it can get worse.
A few days ago i looked at a small ball of mineral insulation from the attic with a strong magnifying glass. Actually with a camera lens pulled out of the camera. Among fibers i say tiny maybe a few hundredth of a mm tar or rubber particles, or both. That explains the hellish smell of the attic, combined with cigarette smoke. Especially when it gets hot like today at 110F. The tiles of the roof are made of bitumen and sand. There's washed out bitumen and sand from the tiles in the gutters.
By the time my wife got home a quarter to midnight i almost fainted. I opened the balcony door to get some air and the neighbor was having a glass of some alcoholic drink visible on the side of the balcony. I opened the bottle, poured myself a shot of rum and tried not to faint until my wife gets home. Then when she entered the door a few minutes later i got better as i always do. Drink or not. Then she got mad and threw my 12 dollar bottle of rum i risked my life for in the sink. She never done that before. I didn't want to argue too much especially because the voice of the neighbor in the balcony speaking on the phone "got scared". I went to the supermarket and bought some beer, again avoiding a cohort of mostly small and old and smelly cars that were showing out of nowhere at this hour in every intersection. All liquor stores are closed after ten. I was actually tempted of stopping and enter in a bar, i saw the Lure was opened. Never been in a bar before since 1995 when i came here. Only once in a restaurant where they serve alcoholic beverages. No, i once had a beer at Spaghetti Old Factory.
But now i don't feel like drinking anymore. Maybe watch some TV and go to sleep. Ok, i opened a bottle of beer and reread and corrected typos and mistakes of what i wrote before. Now i think i begin to feel like a philosopher again.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Drugs vs Alcohol
For evolutionists only.
Drugs came much later in humans' lifes because they needed fire or refining to be used as they are used today. Even when fire was discovered they never abused drugs until modern days. Alcohol was used and abused from much older times and actually by other species too even before humans existed, in the form of rotten fruit. That's why humans have a gene that alows them to metabolize alcohol. Their brain or mind also is probably better adapted psychologically to the effects of it. With drugs, a totally different story. Europeans actually never came in contact with them until great explorations' times. That's why they have so much more devastating effects on humans' psychic.
Drugs came much later in humans' lifes because they needed fire or refining to be used as they are used today. Even when fire was discovered they never abused drugs until modern days. Alcohol was used and abused from much older times and actually by other species too even before humans existed, in the form of rotten fruit. That's why humans have a gene that alows them to metabolize alcohol. Their brain or mind also is probably better adapted psychologically to the effects of it. With drugs, a totally different story. Europeans actually never came in contact with them until great explorations' times. That's why they have so much more devastating effects on humans' psychic.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Building From Mistakes
Or expoliting sins.
How to build a case from mistakes. Or how to frame someone "without breaking the law". Impossbile would say some, but a big organization can instruct its people to commit small intentional coverable hard to detect "mistakes" in regards to a single individual in order to frame him. Every time a "mistake" is discovered is being fallen back on the previously carefully designed cover or in rare cases declared as such. Almost impossible to prove anything if well designed. Some mistakes can even have dual or multiple purposes.
That doesn't mean no law was broken. If the law means anything for such organization. And then all it remains is pointing fingers and punish and the punishment will be guilt proving but not correcting and being mostly illicit, provocative and grounds for new framings and restarting the cycle. The "public" illicit surveillance that doesn't function always because it's improvised and can be edited in real time or with a delay and can be active part of causing restarting the cycle if conducted "right".
If anything can be proven of the described scheme there will be small unrelated parts of it but with high price and generating new understandable novice's mistakes in the process. And those new mistakes will be analyzed in real time by supercomputers and integreted in the bigger picture.
The other part of the job is being done by the uninvited observer's wrong assumptions.
If you choose to stick your nose in somebody else's life you can be passive or active part of it and in the end, you'll still pay the admittance ticket to the show.
It is the past and the future of sociology that happens today my friends.
In most games you can win both by being better and by other's mistakes. But some people have no choice like new immigrants or other categories to be passive and some specialize only in nurturing and winning by adversary's mistakes.
One little thing i forgot here. How they can integrate and synchronize in real time two people's activities. The activities of two rather relaxed people can be interrupted in restarted in certain moments by distractions or triggers in such ways that their activities can influence each other and synergize in order to create a false impression, of course by using again, supercomputers. And of course they can have their own people that are remotely instructed of what to do and interfere without actually making contact with the subjects or the impressions a third party would have on the whole.
How to build a case from mistakes. Or how to frame someone "without breaking the law". Impossbile would say some, but a big organization can instruct its people to commit small intentional coverable hard to detect "mistakes" in regards to a single individual in order to frame him. Every time a "mistake" is discovered is being fallen back on the previously carefully designed cover or in rare cases declared as such. Almost impossible to prove anything if well designed. Some mistakes can even have dual or multiple purposes.
That doesn't mean no law was broken. If the law means anything for such organization. And then all it remains is pointing fingers and punish and the punishment will be guilt proving but not correcting and being mostly illicit, provocative and grounds for new framings and restarting the cycle. The "public" illicit surveillance that doesn't function always because it's improvised and can be edited in real time or with a delay and can be active part of causing restarting the cycle if conducted "right".
If anything can be proven of the described scheme there will be small unrelated parts of it but with high price and generating new understandable novice's mistakes in the process. And those new mistakes will be analyzed in real time by supercomputers and integreted in the bigger picture.
The other part of the job is being done by the uninvited observer's wrong assumptions.
If you choose to stick your nose in somebody else's life you can be passive or active part of it and in the end, you'll still pay the admittance ticket to the show.
It is the past and the future of sociology that happens today my friends.
In most games you can win both by being better and by other's mistakes. But some people have no choice like new immigrants or other categories to be passive and some specialize only in nurturing and winning by adversary's mistakes.
One little thing i forgot here. How they can integrate and synchronize in real time two people's activities. The activities of two rather relaxed people can be interrupted in restarted in certain moments by distractions or triggers in such ways that their activities can influence each other and synergize in order to create a false impression, of course by using again, supercomputers. And of course they can have their own people that are remotely instructed of what to do and interfere without actually making contact with the subjects or the impressions a third party would have on the whole.
Băsescu vodă cel nebun
(Un mic eseu despre simbolism)
Băsescu şi ai lui: L'état, c'est moi! Après moi, le déluge!
Împreună cu al său ministru suveran Ponta, cu al său Ioan Rus şi chiar cu temporalul Antontescu, al cărui nume vine din trecut şi sună şi futuristic în acelaş timp, au adus ţara pe noi culmi ale ruşinii şi care după tot ce au făcut ne fac pe toţi să credem că România nu mai poate exista fără ei. Am devenit toţi şantajabili în iluziile noastre.
Am ajuns acum să regretăm chiar şi vremurile când România era condusă de înaintemergătorul actualul puşcăriaş Nasty cu sau fără ouă care totuşi ne număra pe noi corect la referendumuri. Naivitatea se plăteşte dar vina sa cea mai mare a fost că ne-a făcut să înţelegem de unde vine pseudonimul unei cunoscute dive americane. A şi l-a arestat şi pe Bivolaru. Sau puşcăria e poate doar o versiune de asigurat securitatea personală mai ieftină, ca probabil în cazul Anei Maria Vlas.
Iar restul zilelor noastre, care începe azi, după o cunoscută expresie americană, depinde numai de imaginaţia lor, a celor fără ruşine care de fapt nu au altă treabă decât să proiecteze visele lor diurne asupra noastră.
Toghether with his minister suveran Ponta, with his Ioan Rus and even with the temporal Antonescu whose name comes from the past and sounds so fu-turistic in the same time, they brought our country on new levels of shame and after all they've made us all believe that Romania can not exist anymore without them. We became all blackmailable in our illusions.
We came to regret even the times when Romania was lead by their forruner current jailbird Nastase with or without balls, who was counting us though correctly at referendums. The naivety costs but his biggest mistake was to reveal to us all the meaning of a well known American diva Nick name. And he arrested Bivolaru too. Or maybe jail in this case is just a cheaper way to ensure his security, like probably in the case of Ana Maria Vlas.
And the rest of our lives that begins today, according to a well known American expression, depends only of the above mentioned's imagination, of the ones without shame or honor, that have no other job but to project their daydreams over us.
Băsescu şi ai lui: L'état, c'est moi! Après moi, le déluge!
Împreună cu al său ministru suveran Ponta, cu al său Ioan Rus şi chiar cu temporalul Antontescu, al cărui nume vine din trecut şi sună şi futuristic în acelaş timp, au adus ţara pe noi culmi ale ruşinii şi care după tot ce au făcut ne fac pe toţi să credem că România nu mai poate exista fără ei. Am devenit toţi şantajabili în iluziile noastre.
Am ajuns acum să regretăm chiar şi vremurile când România era condusă de înaintemergătorul actualul puşcăriaş Nasty cu sau fără ouă care totuşi ne număra pe noi corect la referendumuri. Naivitatea se plăteşte dar vina sa cea mai mare a fost că ne-a făcut să înţelegem de unde vine pseudonimul unei cunoscute dive americane. A şi l-a arestat şi pe Bivolaru. Sau puşcăria e poate doar o versiune de asigurat securitatea personală mai ieftină, ca probabil în cazul Anei Maria Vlas.
Iar restul zilelor noastre, care începe azi, după o cunoscută expresie americană, depinde numai de imaginaţia lor, a celor fără ruşine care de fapt nu au altă treabă decât să proiecteze visele lor diurne asupra noastră.
Toghether with his minister suveran Ponta, with his Ioan Rus and even with the temporal Antonescu whose name comes from the past and sounds so fu-turistic in the same time, they brought our country on new levels of shame and after all they've made us all believe that Romania can not exist anymore without them. We became all blackmailable in our illusions.
We came to regret even the times when Romania was lead by their forruner current jailbird Nastase with or without balls, who was counting us though correctly at referendums. The naivety costs but his biggest mistake was to reveal to us all the meaning of a well known American diva Nick name. And he arrested Bivolaru too. Or maybe jail in this case is just a cheaper way to ensure his security, like probably in the case of Ana Maria Vlas.
And the rest of our lives that begins today, according to a well known American expression, depends only of the above mentioned's imagination, of the ones without shame or honor, that have no other job but to project their daydreams over us.