Ninja Dorf

I was finishing the last match. Hardly, cause there was some irritant smoke/dust in here. My opinion, cigarette smoke covering something fine submicronic energized dust. Same old Metsubushi, only disguised. I walked out and went in the back in the wind's dirction to search for poos. Cause earlier i felt the "exhilaration". It's from the enhanced, bio type of metsubushi that contains T-gondii. Once in your airways and stomach, if there is abrasion from recent dust exposure, the parasite will get to your blood and brain where it starts immediately producing dopamine and sex hormones and stuff.

But i was able to finish the mach and walk out. Barely. Found the poos, marked them in my mind for removal and left. Besides other (un)usual scenes, at the end or beginning of the complex, there was this guy, thin, bearded, "old American school", who turned his back on me, couldn't see his face, wiping the letters of his old raised FORD pick-up with a winch attached to front bumper. That was a glimpse into the immediate future or what i was about to see in the lot.

I didn't want to pass through the Meridian lot, but they were these two women in the alley next to an SUV kinda blocking the alley, one of them dressed in blue medical costume, talking aloud. So i went between the first cars only to see a younger woman kinda pointing the phone at me taking pictures. But it wasn't me, it was probably her car in between, that looked smashed in the rear end, beyond the the wheel and moved on spot over. Next to it there was a four door white Hyundai reminding of mine. (Yeak i know the picture looks heavenly, they prepared that lot a couple of weeks ago for this).

Which BTW last night again after going to Ilani had the positive connector of the battery again moving around the terminal with the nut tightened to max. (It moved up on the terminal which is thinner on top and also has a crappy design). I figured that because i have a voltage meter on a charger in the lighter plug. Voltage constant at 13.9 which is raw alternator voltage probably with fluctuations because of loose connector

And didn't have the tools to fix it when i stopped in the first rest area where they were two women next to a table in dark, couldn't do it with a short wrench, these cars don't have any room under the hood.

Which i did in the morning before Angela left. After she did, i did Kesha (yeah, i wish it was that way), then i made breakfast and fell back asleep. When i woke up, i saw the news, got mad again and did that Greek looking b... who got a state function from "President Iohannis".

So i proceeded with my walk starting in the hospital alleys where like yesterday a woman, dressed in tan pants with a phone in her hand tan talking on the phone kinda covering her face with the phone, could had been that old b... "Kate Brown", tall so she could keep or closing on me, was fallowing me for the whole time i was on hospital poperty or about ten to 15 minutes. Later she even got on the street, but went in the oppposite direction. The known streets, with known construction obstacles and cars with knwon LPN, mainly thinking, getting more and more nauseated especially after i passed closely to that loaded pile and the exposed mucous in my lungs was clearing in the esophagus infecting my stomach, and when i got back i took more pictures in that lot.

Car next to Hyundai has what i call a KGB number, which are plenty on the streets these days. Otherwise, the whole conception is what the freemasons would call an accident in "effigy" (similar to putting sticks in voodoo doll).

Lucky Look

It's so shocking i don't know how to start to put it in words. I wake up every day thinking i'm somewhere else, everything is normal, everything is like it was 27 years ago. But then minute by minute i start catching up with reality. I remember where i've been last night, what happened, why there is an unfinished fb post on my computer, then i start to get mad and try to figure next to whom i sat last night at the casino and sho is her Japanese counterpart. But this time i was kinda desperate, i thought it's impossible, especially when i saw her in a picture next to what appeared to be a couple of happy naturalized Chinese Americans figuring her parents, couldn't find her on list at her age, an hour have passed, Thursday garbage tanks came and started to shake the building then i saw her on a page next to someone else. It was a lucky lock.

11 tears older. It made sense when i remembered what i saw last night. It made sense when you look at her body and face and wrinkles on the neck. Retired in Japan, blooming in the US, going back to Japan to compete, coming for one night in Oregon, etc.. What a life. Then the tedious task of aligning, it was already hot when i finished. Reaction. People are usually skeptics to truth when they are addicted to crazy ideas.

Wrapped it up in a post, heated something to eat, got outside, still sleepy, still groggy, here comes this Japanese man with a dog, right from around the garges (one of three garage buildings surrounding this one, that at the alley.

I went the other way to picture the sign at the door through the window, then i kinda looked for poos on my way out. However her comes this sexy young white woman i couldn't see her face because of trees. Waited, went in the poo area, i could feel a smell, didn't find anything, went down to the alley to see the other poo area, nothing in there, but from around the corner here he is, the same Japanese guy with the dog, stopped in the smoke area next to the other garage. He looked at me with pity in his eyes.

How many people and cars got in my way until i got at the hospital parking lot and beyond, in the street where they keep digging and fixing things that were not broken? There was this tall fat young white man with the green t-shirt following me. One more woman in short shorts with thick thighs at the other mailbox, next to a van with a couple of Japanese people watching the scene, guarding her. The garbage truck coming from the alley at the hospital, in the same place where i encounter heavy trucks putting out exhaust and smoke. The woman that followed me for 10 minutes. The three guys with badges among them a celebrity woman (they all looked a bit wasted from the parties they live they live their whole life in). 

But then on Borland. The drilled and cut the concrete at all corners in all intersection to put new corners and concrete. Never saw there was anything wrong with those. Today two guys stopped the traffic to make way for a huge truck that was letting out dust exactly when i passed. That and all the other dust i gathered from the 3 miles walk  (mostly invisible) stuck on my eyes and throat. Next time when i'm gonna eat, i'm gonna have another dysphagia episode.

It was after i took these two videos and one more that i ran out of battery (already bypassed low battery setting) and could not film the excavator again making dust at the end of the street (or where i leave Borland), the guys who where shooting nails in two different houses, other scenes. One thing is sure. Got to get used to take videos and talk in the same time cause this is what i'm gonna do from now on, only to prove that i basically live on a scene like settings, with actors and xtras from Japan and Hungary. The whole city of Tualatin, probably the whole Washington county and when needed, larger Portland itself. And since everything is visible and leaked on the internet either on street cameras or private, why can't i do it myself. They want to be stars, let them be.

Heidi and the Chipped Paint Wheel

I thought last week i made my appointment at Les Schwab for today, but i got a reminder in the mail on Monday for yesterday. Yesterday i just got the wheel, after that time of appointment, which i was expecting Tuesday evening.

As i said in fb, found the wheel at the door, around noon, i took the wheel to the truck, removed the spare, put it there to see if it fitted (can't trust those web sites, can you, was for a different year but the same part number) and it did, however some of the cheap paint remained on the thread of the bolts and the wheel got chipped on the edges, though not in the contact area, and the paint got chipped pretty bad on the edges (not  the rims) while i rolled it on asphalt.

So i went in there today with the wheel in my hands and tried to explained the hole thing to Heidi and in the end she asked me if i wanted a wheel or a tire.

How come in never thought of this, the Les Schwab places seems a bire haus, with rolling tires figuring kegs filled with compressed air.

So i asked her to get someone from the shop and after long ten minutes and asking her one more time here he came, the same nervous guy i talked to last time, i think he looks like a Hungarian singer, i saw him after in one of the searches, i'm sorry i didn't save his name. He reminds me of the nervous character cop from Pink Panther movies.

I explained to him that if the paint gets chipped in the contact area during the tire installation, it may leak, he kept saying that even if it does i won't see those, and; finally "he can't guarantee it's not going to leak".

At some point i thought of just buying the tire and installing it myself, but then i also had to buy the valve and install it, too much trouble. So i just took a chance and let it there cause i couldn't wait, may not find any parking space after 11 and don't want to park illegally at the Meridian Parking lot where they stole the wheel in the first place (though i added comprehensive, deductible 100 at my insurance).

Back home, i remembered the dog poos issue. So i grabbed a bag and a glove and went for those. They were two exactly in the same spot i saw them; yesterday, when i stuck a stick into the ground to find them. However last night there was this guy in the patio (he is always there in the afternoon and evenings) and he made me nervous and couldn't find those. The second time i went he was... eating.

So i went today, grabbed those, found some more, about 6 piles in total, and when i went in the area where i found most yesterday, in a space between some bushes and the end of the garages uphill, i thought i saw a nervous shadow passing on the other end of the bushes, coming on the alley from the other side of the garage, but couldn't see the shadow getting out. So i stepped back and aside and saw a woman suddenly yelling at her dog: "Common, go!" and leaving stepping very nervously showing a thin and well maintained body. Couldn't see her face well because sun was coming from her direction, kept looking at the large tattoo on her right elbow as she was farthering, she turned around, like she knew i was looking, i really hope it wasn't one from my recent posts but can't guarantee.

So i came back to wash my hands and write this and i saw market started to go back up around the moment of that encounter.

Istoria, pe scurt

Eu nu cred în COVID, în teoria ADN, în teoria plăcilor tectonice, în jumătatea de teorie a câmpului magnetic terestru și în teoria munților formați prin încrețire în zona "ciocnirii" plăcilor tectonice.

Am scris despre toate în multe postări și am încercat să demonstrez într-o postare, cam lungă ce-i drept, că munții fără excepție sunt cratere de asteroizi mai mici sau mai mari, în diferite stadii de erodare, unele oceane au fost formate prin "strunjirea" pământului de către asteroizi, bineînțeles toate de pe vremea când Pământul se învârtea crescând într-un disc de asteroizi proveniți dintr-o stea veche care a explodat în apropierea sistemului nostru solar, ce a fost bazele formării acestei planete și a celorlalte trei planete stâncoase.

Conform teoriei, Carpații Meridionali și Răsăriteni sunt un "val" de scoarță terestră care a fost ridicat de un asteroid metalic al cărui miez este sub Munții Apuseni. De ce Carpații nu sunt un arc întreg? Răspunsul poate fi aflat prin simulări pe supercomputer ale acestei ciocniri sub un unghi. Eroziune la vest unde probabil a fost format iniția un lac sau o mare.

Astfel, acești munți conțin rezervele de metale, inclusiv aur, cele mai mari din Asia+Europa. Acesta este motivul pentru care indo-europenii, pe care romanii i-au numit daci, au migrat de la nordul Mării Negre și au împins afară populația Vinca originală, posibil dintr-o migrație mai veche tot din Australia. Acesta este motivul pentru care romanii au venit și au cucerit Dacia de vest. Peste romani au venit goții, eu cred că tot o populație asiatică, iar peste ei aborigenii din Australia băi frate conduși de Atila și într-un sfârșit Magarii din Nepal, care s-au aglutinat cu rămășițele existente de la toate aceste populații anterioare, creând cel mai extraordinar amestec etnic de pe toată planeta, cea mai complicată limbă, cea mai sofisticată cultură și știință. O populație chineză (Ceangu) s-a mai stablit stabilit la est de Carpați, în județul Bacău și Roman de azi, pentru a exploata sarea pe care tot așa o vindeau romanilor pe aur.

Ce se întâmplă acum. Ungurii (Noongari, o populație australiană), Maghiarii (Magarii din Nepal) sau cum vreți au exploatat în continuare liniștit acel aur timp de o mie de ani, și printre altele, s-au răspândit în Europa, unde au început să înlocuiască persoanele influente, să infiltreze Biserica Catolică, începând cam de la crearea Ordinelor Militare Religioase, un fel de miliții ale catolicismului. Bazele au fost puse însă de Atila, cu 500 de ani mai înainte, care pentru un motiv misterios a cruțat Roma. A cruțat el Roma dar și-a băgat oamenii acolo, a început infiltrarea vestului.

Își mai amintește cineva de scandalul Bechtel, cea mai scumpă autostradă din lume, care duce de niciunde către nicăieri, ocolind Clujul, construcție ce a durat și foarte mult, peste 10 ani?

Ce cred eu. S-a folosit prilejul ultra-prelungit și harababura pentru a se aduce utilaje, gen cele două cârtițe cu care au săpat metroul în București, cu care s-a început exploatarea secretă, sub ochii elitei de la București înlocuită complet cu oameni de-al lor, departe de ochii curioșilor, după o cartografiere completă, 3D, adevărata exploatare a aurului de sub Apuseni.

Autostrada ocolește Clujul, destul de departe, pe timpul nopții se fac transporturile necesare.

Posibil salina de la Turda, punct de atracție turistică, să fie acum punctul de schimb al personalului care lucrează subteran.

Demonstrațiile anti-Roșia Montana, mai noul articol al lui Orban, psihologie inversă. De ce ar mai scrie Orban un asemenea articol dacă ei ar controla aurul din România?

A și o întrebare la sfârșit. Unde se duce un asteroid de aur, alte metale prețioase? Este trimis cu acceleratoare de particule către o planetă din constelația Orion cumva?

Obey Your Master

Title. It's a verse from a Metallica song i heard tonight on the radio. Repeated indefinitely, could not believe my ears. Heard the song before most likely. It was a time i wasn't paying attention to this kinda music, it was only after i bought my guitar that i "discover it".

I was  listening on the radio in the parking lot at Ilani when i saw the indicator of my charger showing 12 V. It was then when i got worried and started the engine. The indicator would have normally gone to 14 for a couple of minutes and then, as the battery was charged enough, would go down to 12.7 or something. Smart charging system. Talking about smart charging system. Will i ever live to see a car other than electric with an indicator showing percentage of charging of the battery, like the smartphones have.

Tonight the indicator stayed at 14 volts for half hour or the whole time the motor was idling basically telling the voltage of the alternator, as the battery was partially out of circuit or not charging.

After i put in the new Exide battery i checked the connectors a few times and since they stayed tightened i gave up checking on those. 

Also during last couple of trips i didn't have any tools in the cars, including those for installing a spare wheel. I just forgot as i used those tools to fix the brakes on the truck.

So i didn't go to check on those cause it was useless. I stayed in the car and continued to listen to music and drink and they started a whole show around my car. One guy went and bent to tightened his shoes laces next to exhaust. I declared several times before. This car because it has a high efficiency engine that runs at a higher temperature than others puts out some small but detectable amounts of ammonia.

Other two cars came (room was made by others) and they started their own shows. Too tired to write about.

Finally i stopped the engine and went inside thinking to get some food. However it was after 11:30 and they just closed all fast food places. And then Angela decided it was time to leave.

On the interstate bridge i was adjusting the cruise control for "welcome to Oregon" speed (which is 50 because of narrow lanes and little shoulder + 10 tolerated by Police, whatever, they don't enforce it these days anymore) (it turns to 55 in a couple of miles), when i saw with my own eyes the speedometer going up real fast (never thought this car can accelerate like this) to 70 and beyond all by itself, when i hit the brakes and that process stopped. The car has a "drive by wire" throttle which means the throttle is controlled by computer and doesn't have any mechanical cable hooked to acceleration pedal.

Got home and there was a party on the alley waiting for me of course to check the battery which i did and the positive connector was moving around and the nut was 1/8 turns loose. Like the wheel of the big white SUV that stopped next to me while i was there with the engine running that was turned 1/8 turns to the left, meaning of course i'm a commie.

This is proof that these guys can do whatever they want with me around here. I only saw this at Ilani, where i thought i had these kinda problems before. Yesterday at Indian Head i was listening to the radio for hours and battery didn't get discharged.

Purge Canister Air Filter Solenoid

It's not your grandpa's car anymore. Since the 70s, they introduced a most puzzling concept followed by a number of devices. PCV. It stands for Positive Crankcase Ventilation.

It does pretty much what it says. Releases pressure from the engine. Engine runs, pistons open easier especially on admission cycle if there is no pressure on the other side of combustion chamber. Here's an illustration showing how this occurs. A small percentage of the energized gas during combustion cycle pass the piston's rings and pressurizes the main engine compartment or the area beyond pistons.

Up until 70s they had this relief opening on top of the engine that was ending with a small pipe under. Blowby gas is a mixture of unburnt fuel, raw exhaust (not passed through catalytic converter), water vapor and oil vapor.  Due to pollution complaints, that was not acceptable anymore and they came with this idea. Returning those gases in the intake manifold, mix them with air and gas and burn them again. It was called PCV system.

It was working and nobody complained about for a long time. However, if uncontrolled through design, it may produce a variety of problems, including corrosion and mainly condensation of oil on the cold intake runners' walls and pouring in the engine, affecting valves, spark plugs and creating carbon deposits on the top of the cylinder, etc..

The biggest problem of course is carbon deposit on valves which start to interfere with their functioning. Valves become "sticky" that is they can't open anymore at certain engine stages (low RPM, cold engine) by they hydraulic lifters wichi are designed to fill with engine oil to eliminate any play. Oil gets squished out of the lifters and starts foaming, which is a bad condition for the bearings that are lubricated with that oil.

At non GDI (Gasoline Direct Injection engines) has injectors spraying fuel in the intake runners, or before the valves. This help with cleaning of the valves. However, there are new generation high efficiency engines that use little gasoline at cruise speeds and that is not enough to clean those.

Many gas sellers advertise their gas as having cleaning features. This is what they're talking about and it's a real problem.

There are ways to minimize this phenomenon however not used by any manufacturer i know about. You can install an empty can on the return PCV line and have the oil condensate and fall in it. However, it may not work if the pipe before the can is close to the engine and gets hot. Blowby will still pass and condensates inside the intake. Last version of the catch can i installed on the Hyundai uses a corrugated copper pipe that is passed through an larger pipe (empty can) that allow air to flow and prevent heat from engine to reach for it and indeed it minimized the sticky valves phenomenon, becoming marginal and intermittent.

However, there is another problem. Fuel pump filter is not or hardly serviceable at this car, being in the tank and in time fuel pressure start do decrease. This is aggravated by a bad battery and connectors at the battery, lowering the voltage for the fuel pump, bad gasoline or gasoline without alcohol which usually cleans and especially dissolves water.

Last time i filled the car with gasoline at Spirit Mountain Shell i noticed the noise condition improved dramatically. For the first gallon of fuel used or that 50 miles trip back home. The next day it came back to "normal". I figured, maybe it has something to do with vacuum being created inside the tank by the purging system. Another newer anti-pollution feature of cars which insure that the fuel tank does not have and/or releases fuel vapors in the air, with a charcoal canister and a system of valves that allow the computer to "purge" or literally scuk back in the again intake the extra vapors. However, if too much vacuum is being applied to the fuel tank, it starts to interfere with the fuel pump and ultimately the fuel pressure at the injectors. (Some of) the injectors start to drip and can't clean the valves anymore. On this car computer has the possibility to allow atmospheric air to go into the tank to release the vacuum however through a, you guessed, title of the post, a small air filter. Which is on the service list of 30k and is located under the car next to the charcoal canister.

So i opened and closed the tank cap every time when i noticed the noise and mostly at the beginning of every trip and voia! Noise was gone last night for most of the 150 mile round trip to the beaches.

The ironic part is, i had the filter since 2 years ago when i almost figured the problem. But finding oil and manually purging it from the intake and fiddling with the catch can made me forget about it. Also three years ago i almost went for an appointment to replace fuel filter, which doesn't make much sense to replace at this car without the fuel pump.

So today i went and jacked the car and removed the small air filter. I was expecting to find it clogged (and or the air pipe) with pine needles that were built in that area up to half inch when i got the car (from the road she was doing daily probably). That was not the case. But what i found was a solenoid next to filter again used by computer, that could have been intermittently stuck. I poured some 91% isopropyl alcohol in it and it came dirty. I tested it with a meter and a battery and it works and on the bench it doesn't get stuck. I put it back together with the new filter.

In the image representing the whole purge system, solenoid is nr.6, filter is 7.

I figured it would have been useless to go to a dealer and have it done at service interval, if they didn't check the solenoid as well.

Too many times i noticed all these optimizing devices interfere with the function of the vehicle, in the end making the pollution worse because the conditions they create are hard to diagnose, unsignaled by "check engine light" and sometimes expensive to fix not because of parts involved but because of high quality labor and time needed for diagnose. Most mechanics ignore them anyways.

T okey oh!

"Cuckoo calls it's own name" (Romanian saying)

I was intrigued when i saw the doodle of the day. You don't pay much for google (or its Android), sometimes i even wonder where it gets its money from, cause i don't see or follow many commercials when i do my searches (though i certainly abused it with the number of those).

But sometimes you pay by candidly swallowing the share of subversion through its doodles.

A torii gate (yeah, i know the title of the movie). Now everybody knows, there is a torii at the entrance of each Shinto temple in Japan. Even its definition on Wikipedia says "symbolically marks the transition from the mundane to the sacred".

I looked. Because i wanted to settle once for all, what is the link with the Greek and Roman and contemporary European arches.

All that i found out is they appeared both in Middle East and India in about the same period, early first millennium BC.

In India are associated with Buddhism though in Japan they have been transferred to Shinto.

I had one thousand things (yeah, after i wrote this they were playing on Klean Gone FM this non-singer no talent screaming frustrated empty head hard to look at Phil Collins, "i must have dreamed a thousand dreams") to write down this morning, didn't know where to start, but never thought i will find more while searching and adding links. Cause you will never know what else you will find during a search.

Now this alone wouldn't mean much, but when you think the architect who designed  those panels is Japanese and the thing turned into one giant Metsubushi when hit in the right spot...,

(Yeah i know, the stupa in the background, also present as symbol on some masonic aprons where it is called a beehive seem to be the prototype for Capitol buildings)

Pearl Harbor, Fake News?

Last night i was thinking. My theory with tunnels under Pacific is not credible. There is Pearl Harbor, Internment Camps and 4 Asian wars where countless Americans have died, fighting what they thought was the Soviets. But at least i can try to debunk some of those.

Internment camp are easy to dismiss because there was no proof, either way. A few pictures in media.

Pearl Harbor. It would have been much easier to fake something like this back then because source of news was scarce, few communications with a remote island in the middle of Pacific.

They were caught by surprise. They had a radar that caught the Japanese incoming fleet of several hundred planes but they did not believe it. Not enough to raise planes to rendezvous with it. Not enough to watch the horizon with a scope or at least with binoculars, seeing those at 50 or 100 miles would have given them some time to raise planes.

The (few) pictures available widely on the net deserve a bit of emotionless analysis. Look at this one. There was a huge explosion at about 1000 ft from where that guy stands and watches. Shrapnel would have flown around, however the man is contemplating like watching a sunset on the beach, showing at least total lack of training. Other people seem to walk undisturbed. (Are those soldiers?). The pictures seem to be composed, with subjects far and near, rule of thirds being applied, photographer seemed to be ready for the explosion.

Another one with rule of thirds, soldiers seem to watch the explosions like a movie.

These guy and gals look like actors to me. Tall one with no face could be white. Rest, Asians. They look relaxed, almost smiling.

Why would have done this? Reverse psychology. Why the Japanese would be interned in camps if they controlled the country? Why would the Japanese attack if they controlled the country?

Then, based on it, they started a war that decimated Americans in Pacific, that ended abruptly when about to invade Japan with a demonstration as credible as the rest of it.

You can do this with a 250 ton concrete bomb carried by the Spruce Goose, biggest wooden plane "that never flew" and still in the Museum in McMinnville, OR, where UFOs once flew though.

Reason? Rally the Japanese people to take revenge of such barbaric act, while keeping them in check, for the next hundred years.

Questions. Is this wooden plane and the concrete shell invisible or has low radar signature? Why build a museum around it and keep it there 20 out of a total of 70 years, to this day, next to an airport? Just in case they need another demonstration? From what i know wood in time changes shape could it be it's not the prototype anymore? 

Yeap. The museum looks more like a hangar. It wouldn't take long to take those windows out or maybe they can act like doors, i think the whole building would still stand if they removed the first row of two pillars that seem to block the wings. I can't believe in 26 years i didn't go to see the thing, especially that in the last 5 years i passed by dozens of times. I guess i wouldn't have known what to look for.

By looking at this image especially at the roof it seems to me the whole front of the building may be detachable, within hours. Yeah i know it doesn't have a landing gear. How it got there in the first place?

McMinnville Municipal across the street from museum has a one mile long runway. Could easily take off if empty, leave the detachable landing gear, then "land" and load it somewhere else, at sea (40 miles away), or close to a demo target. 

I was staring at the picture of the empty behemoth thinking how the huge load could be rolled out through that narrow hole in the floor. It doesn't need to roll out the load. It doesn't need to come back. Pilots can jump 10  minutes before the target. Don't have to manually load it also. You can get close to a ship and simply fill it with bulk granules, then pour some diesel fuel in it, like Timothy McVeigh did. But he only used two tons to blow that building.

Within about a month when museum is closed for reparations, another one will be assembled.

You probably wouldn't need much imagination to figure they can fly several of these in close formation.

However, the Spruce Goose was in McMinnville only stlarting with 1990. Before that, it was in a different place. 

Pictures From Casinos

The Cleaning Lady

Last night. Should check with google maps, can't remember where i stopped at a gas station and went at the convenience store. It was right across a Love's truck stop (every time i see that logo on the side of a freeway can't stop asking myself about choosing of that name. Where, are they totally out of their minds?) so i crossed back on the other side of the freeway where there was a McDonalds and a gas station i think Chevron and a convenience store. I was dead tired, from drinking and playing all night (got a net plus of 100 dollars) went and when i opened the door at that convenience store, an Asian woman popped from behind the door, kinda scaring me so i didn't look at her face. Then after that awkward moment i asked her if i could use the bathroom. I think noticed another woman mopping the floor at some distance. When i got back out i went and took 3 glazeless donuts (i asked her, but she said, self service), that BTW, were undercooked, which is actually good for my diabetes and the woman with the mop which now i think it was her came at the counter (couldn't figure if she washed her hands) and touched by bag with donuts, not believing me when i said they were three. (No i didn't touch any donut but the bags where kinda stuck together, pretty much like the paper cups at the casinos). I washed my hands in the bathroom however i'm afraid to use soap pumps that aren't automatic, after, about a year ago, got to wash my hands at Ilani with something i think was s...m.

Right after i got back on the freeway a Police SUV, speeding without flashing lights or siren came from behind, wiped my rear end and passed me with like 100 mph exactly when i was ready to switch lanes or even merge (can't remember exactly).

I could probably spend all day telling stories about last night. So i will stop at the last major one (maybe i will come with more of the really scary ones). A few minutes before getting back home, there was this Mercedes pushing me from behind (enough to seay, all other drivers and cars i saw during my 300 miles trip where not the normal people you would expect in traffic, but extras in self driving cars with all kinda symbolic LPN, brands, colors, Tule coffins, bicycles, and stunt drivers).

I didn't wanna go over 65 and went from left to middle lane. One more minute after and/or one minute before i exited, at the apex of my exhaustion i saw the guy with the Mercedes doing a wide and quick maneuver, going on shoulder to avoid an aluminum frame window, the type we have at the apartment that was laying on the right side of his lane.

She was here at the complex in 2019 around the launching of her bid on. Post is hard to read, i reckon, i was high and beyond all the time. Wait a minute, just figured something out, COVID started right after.

Last night when i got on I5 from 510 there was this Police SUV doing 100 without flashing lights or siren that wiped my rear when i was about to merge or change to middle lane. I saw it in the last second and avoided an accident.

Last night lots of people passed me speeding on the right, when i was doing only 10 about speed limit. Again lots of people blinding with broken headlights, high beam, matching speed to blind me on the left mirror, etc.. Minutes before i got home there was a white Mercedes tailgating for some time that didn't want to pass me on the right. I finally decided to get out of his way, at first attempt an SUV came speeding into the next lane so i couldn't, and seconds later after i went in the middle lane and he passed me i saw him doing a wide, quick and quite professional maneuver, going on the shoulder to avoid this this aluminum framed window sitting on the right side of the left lane, the kind we have at the apartment. That was on the last minute of my 300 miles trip, at  the peak of my exhaustion.

The Wise Men Say Don't Go Crushing

It was a couple of years ago at Spirit Mountain Casino when i saw a t-shirt on an older guy who seemed ex-military by face and allure saying "Go after the big ones". It took me a while to figure what that meant, back then i was high all the time from smoke coming from burning pellets in the ground around the mole holes, it took me more than a year and actually until recently to really start to go after the big ones, while refining my technique. Went over the shininess of not cropping or even uploading images, but only using links that were breaking too oftenly and images not being aligned and harder to recognize. But some did recognize enough, went past my mistakes and got all kinda discrete encouragements from all directions plus my own results kept me going.

I knew about Don S. Davis since long time ago, when i figured he was the manager at Brake Department at Les Schwab Aloha (actually Beaverton), next to the old Intel to be demolished for decades Intel factory, back during my job in 97, he was one of the first that triggered the whole process actually. (I didn't know who he actually really was, as Hungarian).

Yesterday for the first time i put a new brake caliper on my truck the way i did back then and saw immediately it was leaking, but only under pressure, with vacuum power on (engine started). Why did i do so? Because the caliper had the surface of contact with the banjo painted and i erased the paint with sandpaper and didn't see the grooves the old caliper had.

What else can i say. In front of my boss, all the others where my seniors, in four months i put hundreds of calipers on cars, never caring about crush washers and stuff. I mean. I thought i knew how to do it, i did it on my cars before, but never changed calipers, which involves one more thing, the connector (also called a banjo).

Truth is, i can't remember. If they were new washers in the boxes with calipers, if i used them. But i am pretty sure i was never cleaning the banjos. Nobody did. Most likely by fear of contamination of the fluid with dirt from the surface and never checking for leaks the way i did yesterday on my truck.

Would have been good enough if we were checking the banjos for tiny drops of fluid after the test drive.

There are numerous the reasons a leak like this may occur, including dirty banjo, re-tightening the old crush(ed) washers, yesterday i used the new ones in the box but for some paranoid reason i untightened them to see if if i didn't forget to put one of the two.

What happens is they put (they should) in the box with callipers new annealed copper washers. What that means. By annealing, or heating copper at about 400 degrees C it becomes very soft and when you tighten them or "crush them", the soft copper take the shape of the two adjacent surfaces and in the same time hardens under the pressure of tightening due to a phenomenon called plastic deformation. They become "crushed". Then you can't reuse them for the purpose of sealing, unless you anneal them and i think it can be done by heating them on a regular stove until glowing.

As i said, i did hundreds of them without a worry and nobody ever said anything. I apologize to anybody it may concern if they had problems after. On an occasion, he asked me to finish work on a car after another guy stripped a pin, i told him and he came with hammer and bent the pin to secure him place.

On another occasion i went for a test drive with an Astro Van. At the intersection at NAPA a 80 years old man by the name Albert probably terminally ill coming from opposite direction made a left turn without giving the right of way. I was doing 35 going forward through the intersection, hit the newly done brakes and skidded 30 ft leaving the marks and stopped exactly when he like in a slow motion sequence came and hit my van. There was not much damage, i tried to talk to the guy, the guy was deaf, here comes this woman saying why i'm abusing the old man by yelling at him, he gave me a Costco card when i asked to exchange information, and then he went straight to my  boss and spend the next couple of days talking to him and Bill asked me  not to report it to DMV because the old man could loose his driver. Right after the accident a couple of guys with a camcorder (how they used to be called) came to me and gave me a phone number to call because they had everything filmed. In the end i filled the DMV report but without the amount of damage cause nobody wanted to tell me, and the report didn't get through. A few weeks later i saw the van coming again in our shop, maybe for them to say i didn't do the job right.

They were others in there, i wrote about on occasions. The good looking colonel from Stargate, the vocalist from Creedence Clearwater Revival, Ivan Morrison, Bob Dylan (not so sure), bassist from No Doubt, with apparition as a customer of the diva herself, the manager who i thing was a Dracula actor, etc.. I mean. I thought i knew how to do it, i did it on my cars before, but never changed calipers, which involves one more thing, the connector (also called a banjo). All, together with previous and following good to write about on a new resume for a job in galaxy far far away.

And Eric. From what i remember, he looked like the head of the Police hear in Tualatin. Could he be the guy i spoke with on the phone today when i complained about a wheel being stolen by the same guys who are always trying to help me by fixing my karma. The way he pronounced his name sounded more like Hammer of Hammond. Could that be the reason he didn't show up in person. I mean, i called 911 for God's sake.

It may be all these guys being actors they were following instructions from micro earpieces and they themselves had no idea what the were doing.

It may also be that all the customers that came in there were also actors and the cars were second hand cars bought from dealers for that purpose only. I once spoke (2002 or 2003) on the phone with my ex class master in High School, the Romanian teacher and she said that i am here the only real person among hundreds of thousands of actors. She sais she was in Romania (i called a number in Romania) but i think she was in Greece by the time and i her other identities are Romanian soprano Marina Krilovici and her Hungarian counterpart Gabriela Szigomnd.

It was two years later, in November 1999, i was working at AVX in Vancouver (WA, USA) fixing small capacitor testing machines and i asked half day off from my supervisor, Orville Oster whom i think was actually Axl Rose (Oster can be anagramated as Roset). He was coming at work only hours a day, having somebody from the team punch his card and when he was coming, was pulling me for extended cigarette brakes which lasted more than an hour. I remember in december the night shift supervisor wrote on a board "All time production record" after i fixed all machines (when i came, usually about 5 out of 25 were down).

I asked from my very nice supervisor for half day off to go and do the brakes on Angela's car, the 93 Nissan, BTW, a very nice car for those days, and went to Aloha and spoke to Dennis, can't remember if Tom (Don), others was still there but i think most were gone.

He did brakes all around, for a moderate price, and i left, i think it was raining or there was a bit of fog (yeah, November fog), on I5 not far from bridge over Columbia an accident occurred, traffic stopped suddenly, i was doing 70 like the rest of the traffic and i hit the newly done brakes, the wheels looked of course cause the car didn't have ABS, the rotors having a rough surface from just being turned, and i skidded about 100 ft and stopped in slow motion one feet from the car in front of me and the truck with three Mexicans behind also stopped one ft from my rear, and we were all surrounded by a cloud of smoke coming out of tires.

In december 95 after i've kicked of from Mladin's house (the guy who looked like Osama bin (m)Laden and a  Hungarian singer) i moved to Vancouver hoping i will work to AVX which didn't happen cause they had other plans for me. Next to where Dan Costan was living, at Fox Pointe Apts.. A few nights after or just before New Year i read on local paper that a girls has been shot (in the butt) at the 7/11 nearby.

I did get work at AVX four years later, and got to work the sister of that girl or herself, now married with a Mexican and always pregnant, who in turn proved to be a Hungarian soprano, whom i also met in Italy, under another identity which i also don't remember and later became Minister of Health in Romania.

Still have doubts about the identity of Nelu Ciorba, the Romanian technician who actually helped me get hired. Could had been be Orban himself?

Star guests apparitions: Then minor (17 years old officially) not yet a celebrity Mădălina Ghenea. Italian singer Nino d'Angelo who in 2004 when i went for 3 months in Romania made a song for me though i am not who suggested i was in that song. Engineer Don Henley (who couldn't right correctly in English), etc..

Supervisor of the operators was Adina Prața.

More names for my intergalactic resume.

Hungarian Painters Inspired by Australian Cave Art

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