Remember the movie? We had ants back then too. At the other apartment. But those were bigger, more normal ants. These are tiny, 3-4 mm long. To take this picture in 12/29/2010 i used a 55 mm fixed length lens held by hand at about one inch in front of the 27-105 equivalent focal length from my Sony DSLR 300 camera with the zoom at maximum. It focuses on auto-focus. Can't remember the light source.
They are everywhere on the counter-tops. Especially on the one next to the window. Yesterday i had left about 2 ounces of pomegranate liquor in the bottle. After i drank that i went to sleep normally but woke up kinda wiped out, sort of lethargic. Cannot be the ants that possibly crawled on the bottle and touched the cap now can they? Back then when i took the picture i had traps with honey and borax but they still came. From where? The apartment underneath is vacated.
I looked again while writing this post. The ants disappeared, i can swear i saw them earlier this morning, i'm too used to them anyways. And i also heard a loud door noise and a Jeep noise under the window. The neighbor at Nr.5 left in a hurry.
Antz, eating honey&borax. Click on the picture for better view.
June 25 2009. I went to http://www.flickr.com/photos/40225793@N07/. Gotta picture to prove. It was one day before my birthday. At the site near the entrance under a roof in the open air they were a bunch of military guys or firefighters celebrating something or having a meal and a meeting or something like that.
click me!
Next day afternoon i had my usual "anxiety attack". I knew by then that if i get out of that appartment and go anyware is going to be more bearable. (And after my wife was coming home). Now i know the cause. The same as here. All kind of smokes from burning in purpose all kind of materials in or around the building. And of course synchronized noise from different sources.
So i decided to go to my wife's work place at GE Security at 12345 SW Leveton dr. Tualatin, OR. But i didn't park in her parking lot but in the street next to it i can't remember why. Truck was facing North and i opened the truck's bed's door and sat on it enjoying the Sun and trying to calm down. At around 3:15 PM i started to hear a noise like a waterfall. At first it was smaller and then it grew constantly bigger then i thought an earthquake is going to hit then i thought the whole Niagara falls is coming in that parking lot. But none of this happened. When the noise was right before its peak i saw an elegant gray big bird like silhouette coming from above the building from the South. Then another two. Then another one. Here they were. 4 F22s flying in V formation really slow at about 100-200 ft. I thought i saw pilot's helmets in the cockpits. I was staring at the bay doors under their bellies waiting to see what was going to happen next. They went above and passed towards North. I turned and saw their tails gently balancing just above the horizon with the stabilizers moving discretely. The whole show lasted about 30 seconds. Then they disappeared over horizon with the same speed and altitude. I didn't hear any noise like increasing speed ever after. They must have flown at that altitude over the whole area in that direction, many miles of urban area. Thousands of people might have seen and hear them.
I thought i was really lucky for not peeing in my pants. I went inside the truck trying to think. Then a guy passed by. I asked him if i just saw 4 F22s flying above my head. He said smiling: Something like that, something like that...
My wife showed up. She confirmed the noise. Then i went to the liquor store. I bought some grain alcohol to mix with the blueberries we picked at a upick place, a few days earlier.
At home two guys showed in the parking lot. One was holding a device in his hands like measuring something in the air. By that time i had a filter in the bedroom's door that was pushing filtered air and building a little pressure inside so no other things can get in. Not that they didn't. My wife said i should go and talk to them but i though i had enough emotions for one day.
I was joking with my wife, "we're broke but i just saw 1 billion dollars flying above our heads!"
I do not crush world's corolla of wonders
And do not kill
With my mind mysteries i meet
In my own path
In flowers, eyes or lips or graves.
Let others' light
Choke all the magic of the unseen hidden
In darkness' depth
But i,
I with my light enhance world's riddle -
Exactly how with its pale rays the Moon
Does not decrease but trembling
Increases even more night's secret
The same way i enrich the dark horizon
With shivers large of holy mystery
And all misunderstandings
Turn to some even greater ones
Under my eyes -
Cause i love all
The flowers, eyes and lips and graves.
I have always been intrigued by the muscular breakdown process during exercise. When exercising beyond your capabilities the next day you have pain and your muscles ache. But it does not help with muscle growth. In fact athletes know this and try to avoid using different techniques. (Those who cheat know that using steroids actually helps with minimizing muscular damage so they can exercise more, stimulating muscle build-up.) Then if you go for a blood test you will have the CK enzyme elevated. So what exactly happens to your dead cells after muscular breakdown?
Then i said to myself. Your own dead cells contain DNA fragments (if DNA theory is true) that can be used in different areas of the body if needed, like in heart, better than from any other source. What if when exercising your body deliberately creates muscular breakdown in areas of your body and uses the cellular remains to rebuild your damaged heart or increase heart muscle?
If this is true, how many times this process can repeat itself until your heart is not fixable anymore?
Maybe even during CPR, where sometimes there is required energetic action from the part of the reviver, some breakdown occurs in the chest area where rhythmic pressure is applied.
Then thinking even further. Maybe heart muscle can be regenerated indefinetley. And it may be a quick process, a matter of hours or even dozens of minutes. Cause that'a how long a moderate muscular breakdown lasts.
How about the nerve circuits that synchronize heart? If you take a heart cell and put it in a Petri dish with nutrients it will continue to contract, rhythmically. All heart cells can do that including the new ones. The problem is how to synchronize them. And that can take a little longer until new nerve circuits build and train themselves. In this interval, fibrillation may occasionally occur. So now how do you fix that?
Defibrillator is one way this may be done. There are people with implanted defibrilators. I always wondered why they only work occasionally. Maybe just only when the heart is at the end of a decompensated regeneration cycle. When muscle buildup has been to great to be retrained by heart's own means.
But they might exist other more or less "natural" methods. I think of the entrained walking. When one person can walk in the same rhythm of the beating heart. Some nerve impulses from other parts of the body can overlap the heart electric currents and help with the retraining process. Other methods can be brain entraining through music or noise, breath entraining, etc. Even mantras, or poetry.
I was looking on the web for a memorable phrase the guy from Computer Age Auto Service
once told me, citing the Bible. It was roughly the equivalent of "in
the end times people will eat their own flesh" or something like that.
But there is no such thing in the Bible. He might have said one of the
verses from the Bible like from Ezekiel and i didn't get it right. I was
pretty messed up that day as not sleeping for days and prepared for
that conversation.
On another occasion one of the more
senior programers at Quadramed told me something about one's body
consuming itself when starving. He specified that we consume our own
muscles for staying alive when fasting.
Yet on another
occasion a therapist in a hospital told me that we can use our own body
fat to convert it into sugar and keep going. However that is not true.
Fat can only be used for keeping body temperature and for a few other
"minor" things. To have your body and especially your brain functioning
you need glucose or other sugars. I think protein can be broken down to
either fat or sugar.
However in all tree instances
above your body shuffles his own muscles or fat in order to survive.
It took place in November 7 1917. Next year in Russia the calendar
changed and the date changed to October 25. I think the Russian Orthodox
Church still uses the old Julian calendar for celebrations like
Christmas, Easter and New Year. The Revolution brought the death of so
many millions of Russians. May God forgive them all. I think in history
is more important than Bram Stoker's anniversary. During communism the
street i had the first address on when i was a few days old was named
November 7. I think many cities in Romania had a street named like that.
It always meant the starting date of the Bolshevik Revolution. In
symbolism 11-7 may be the opposite of 7-11, whatever that may be.
This
whole Bram Stocker/Dracula story started to piss me off for a few years
now and it may be a cover up. Bram Stocker's novel Dracula may had
never been written by him (it's a known fact no copy has been sold
during his lifetime) and may be a later fake. There are many things that
happened to Romania's history and Romanian language after the invasion
of Soviets. But my understanding is most of the original documents regarding these things are now at
Moscow together with Romania's "treasure" and we cannot know exactly
when those documents where taken, before or after the WW2 because of the
half century of terror after that.
Rus in Norse
language means men that are rowing. Basically the Russian elite was at
the beginning formed by migrants from the North (Vikings) and the
commoners were Slavics from the East. The first state on today's Russia
was named the Kievan Rus. That's why today's Russia's population
especially women look so much like Swedes. I recently found out that
this happened in areas of other European countries like France ant
Britain as well. I knew that after the invasion of France by Franks that
came from North as well Franks became the France's elite amd Vikings
came in today's Normandy and received a big chunk of land and in time
they got "assimilated". A similar story happened in England. If you look
into Paris's phone book you'll see three quarters of the names sound
German. There are many things about written online that may be
researched by anybody using... Google. Beware especially of Lenin's
ethnic origin.
