2:49 Got all dressed and ready to leave for a walk. Opened the living blinds only to see coming from around the corner with her dog "the veteran's daughter". A woman close to 30s who looks like a child. Her mother looks like Rosie O'Donnell and her father like a Hungarian opera singer, forgot his name.
2:53 Shut the computer (my mistake), getting ready to leave. An engine rumbling in the distance raised some dust and made me sneeze. I remembered, earlier when i went in the kitchen to eat, some very loud hissing from the pipes in the wall (nobody's home upstairs, must be the next apartment) raised dust from corners. No matter how clean a place is, there will always be some dust to be raised by very high or very low frequencies. Got sick of course after eating. I remember now, every time i eat if the guy upstairs not home, there will be hissing in the wall. No other time during day, only then.
Opened the door, only to see four kids "waiting for me" in the alley. Closed the door, came here, it took 2 minutes to reboot the computer, 2 more minutes to write it all down.
4:21 Handywoman seem taller than me. So far i could not figure the height of the guy. A few things though. Major in English at one of the best Hungarian Universities. Though very few works published (including Sylvia's Virginity, Sex in the Living Room, Budapest Psycho), from 2000 to 2004 he was vice-president of Hungarian Writer's Union, which is no little thing in Hungary. He "commited suicide" in 2012, about the time when that janitor woman appeared at Eagle Crest in Lake Oswego. There she would show rarely (a handful of times in several years), randomly sweep places moving lasciviously, power wash curbs a week before they were power washed again by the guys who re-did the pavement, etc..
Opened the door, only to see four kids "waiting for me" in the alley. Closed the door, came here, it took 2 minutes to reboot the computer, 2 more minutes to write it all down.
4:21 Handywoman seem taller than me. So far i could not figure the height of the guy. A few things though. Major in English at one of the best Hungarian Universities. Though very few works published (including Sylvia's Virginity, Sex in the Living Room, Budapest Psycho), from 2000 to 2004 he was vice-president of Hungarian Writer's Union, which is no little thing in Hungary. He "commited suicide" in 2012, about the time when that janitor woman appeared at Eagle Crest in Lake Oswego. There she would show rarely (a handful of times in several years), randomly sweep places moving lasciviously, power wash curbs a week before they were power washed again by the guys who re-did the pavement, etc..
Just measured. My standing height is 1.3333 of my kneeling height but that varies from person to person. The guy is as tall as the two guys at his right or a bit shorter and one head shorter that the one on his left.
It looks like he's between 5'10" and 6' and to be taller than be he's got to have some modified shoes, but not a lot.
This weird picture, one of his 10 i found on the web seem prepared for a situation like this, just to create confusion. Consistent with what people like Hungarians live by. Suggestion, enticing, confusion and deception on continuous basis. Just pranking the whole world, no harm
8:30/6:30 Azi în sfârșit m-am hotărât să pozez furgoneta aia pe care o văd de săptămâni, care parcă cerșește pozată din parcarea de la spital (eu (simt că) abuzez această parcare goală pentru plimbările mele zilnice). Ca să ajung acolo trebuie să ocolesc centrul de dializă da Vita, să trec de azilul de bătrâni cu steagul american și cel canadian și dacă nu mă calcă nici o mașină, ajung în zona zimbolică unde într-o parcare goală (goală de când au pus-o, adică zeci de ani de când o știu eu, spitalul are parcare supradimensionată) apar tot felul de zimbolisme, inclusiv avioane private care sboară foarte foarte jos și fluieră (chiar v-ați așteptat fraților la toate aceste complicații infinite când ați intrat în NATO? Democrația nu se vinde cu manual de utilizare, și meseria se fură, nu se învață iar Marcel Proust e mort demult).
Sunt acestea rațe plutitoare (găurite) sau Boboc(i) sburători? (Da sunt beat).
Sunt acestea rațe plutitoare (găurite) sau Boboc(i) sburători? (Da sunt beat).
"Priviți aceste rațe
Deși sunt moarte, zboară
Căci ce le ține-n aer
E dragostea de țara.
Trăiască vânătorul Ce Întregul stol doboară Că rața comunistă Deși e moartă, sboară"
10:38 Earlier. I still feel the effect of being exposed to mold yesterday when i cleaned all the windows a wet rag soaked in chlorine and blinds in the bathtub and gathered a large amount of black mold in the bathroom sink (the chlorinated water in the sink i was rinsing my rag into turned dark and then turned light after an hour or so). Lower temperatures in the last few weeks made lots of condensation on the 11:35 Călugării budiști, niște oameni care trăiesc în afara timpului, o iluzie. Apropo, Arya Avalokitesvara nu este un nume de arian (lordul Avalokitesvara) ci se traduce "în aer, sunet dintr-un loc îndepărtat", poate chiar un didgeridoo (la care telefonul a făcut un "ding" ca un clopot, deci acum știm cine "dublează").
11:52 Apropo mi-am amintit de o chestie. M-am gândit toată ziua. Cred că numele Șoșoaca (care se mai poate scrie Țâțoaca) vine de la Șoaca Șoaca adică ȘȘ (care se traduce Sucker Sucker adică stereo sucker flying Saucer). Mă duc să văd al 3-lea episod sezonul II din Pandora. Ceau, escu.
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