I Live on a Set

Remember that video with Jim Carrey singing Take on Me on Letterman's set with the never ending vocal sustain?

The song belonging to a one hit band called AHA was about an encounter i had with a grade school mate (after she met Morten, the singer from the video, also appearing in the video) when i was in High School, in one of the last few days of one of my vacations in Câmpulung.

There are elements in the video begging with the sketches, that were in the style of one my two years younger mates (it's been almost 50 years since i last saw him, but i think it's him), my father's motorcycle which i was oftenly riding in the airfield nearby (until i got meningitis at 13 and my father told me the doctor said i should stop, i think my father tricked me), the two faces of the "followers" in the video that could remind of me and my father, the tools, which i used in one of my last school days in 8th grade to assemble some new benches with a colleague. Also the coffee shop owner looked like her mother.

In one of my long walks in Câmpulung, i passed by the local High School and right at the gate, in a very nice summer's end day, with intense blue sky, the girls were acting like sewing or knitting or something and their teacher sent her for some errand and i happened to pass and i walked with her and back. I was confused about her, as about everything at that time, i think i was in love with her (who wouldn't have, of those who didn't know who she was) but she treated me badly on several occasions, so i did not have the courage to say anything, was just happy to be there and walk with her on the streets of Câmpulung on that sunny day so i might have said some stupid things trying to avoid any subject of the present, but can't remember precisely if i didn't say anything else, like subtly trying to express my feelings which were pretty obvious to her and everybody. Let's be clear. It was not my fault, her fault or Morten's fault. It has all been written, but not in the stars. In the books or supercomputers of the snake race, which is dominating now here on Earth.

Truth is: She was the highlight of my every day at school and she inspired me throughout my whole life even if she was not there anymore.

For some reason (i would assume patriotic duty), Jim Carrey being from Canada (a much happier nation), thus British, did that and also for the exact same reason he did the movie "The Truman show". All these phrases above flashed through my mind before i could start to write anything about what concerns me right now and for a long time. The subject of this day. However thoughts are way faster than my fingers and as i remember on thing, i forget another before having the chance to write it down or organize.

I just said, on a daily page, that they do the Mexican wave in the alley as i scroll, today it was minimal, cause i wrote about, just before i left, also no planes making huge, sinister noises, cause i wrote about that helicopter that was flying very low just before i left, in a hurry cause i wanted to escape the very annoying sound of radio or TV or whatever from upstairs, combined with the rhythmic sound of the tumble drier or washer that keeps going on through the day.

As i said before, there are many things at the periphery of casual perception that would look weird if focused upon, but when i try to move the focus, they simply eliminate or correct them.

Maybe i should first say something about him. Acting South American, sometimes yelling Spanish obscenities, with changing actors, that may include walking robots, at times he looks like  the son of steel magnate Lakshmi Mittal. Prompt at any minute and hour of the day and night with a squeak or kaboom, he is trying to direct my thoughts and actions, ninja style (ninja are biggest secret influencers in history, read the book). Lately or the day when i wrote the long post about cars he got himself an old with no visible brand motorcycle which he partly rebuilt working many hours a day during the heatwave when temperatures were around 100. However, having both the car and the motorcycle he is still here most time when not working which lately is Monday Tuesday and half Wednesday. But he can also leave with the motorcycle which he keeps behind the car and people not knowing if "he is home".

It is a very difficult subject i tried to avoid. There are so many things happening during my walks that i just can't remember, the set is so complicated and full of details that i always give up before even trying, being afraid i will be not accurate enough, and i know i will never be. But right now i am frustrated enough and freed from other duties (like the matches, of which everybody including me is tired of) or illustrated philosophy or religion or science which is heavily covered and counteracted in main media.

The complex. After i bought an infrared camera that i returned on Amazon, after i took some pictures of everything, including the buildings, i had the confirmation that nobody lives in this complex with @330 apartments or nearby complexes. Instead they come as guests, some more often, some only once, do a show or two and then leave. They continuously reconfigure the place, with cars, license plate numbers and other things, from which today i could show, the pods. There are now moving pods at both entrances and some on the other side of the street.

At this entrance, a portable restroom next to a bus station and the pods.As i said many times before, a much larger than statistically normally, i encounter cars that have what i call KGB numbers, that is combination of letters that remind of KGB. Right at the entrance of the complex, on the first parking spot, there is a small red car with LPN GRU This an example from today, taken at the Meridian building (at the east entrance above).Right accross the street from the complex there is a senior living facility which i pass every day during my 3 miles walk. Today, also with pods.Other licence plate numbers frequently encountered are GGY, GQG. GYQ (Gee, Why Queer) and of the sorts, suggesting queer. As opposed to neighboring or other states, letters on plates in Oregon are bigger and more visible and the number can be resolved from a distance on high res surveillance cameras or maybe drones.

Today it showed a more rare one, LUG, implying Lugger. Sometimes they pop GLQ, impling Glock.

Drivers passing me on alleys and streets are becoming more nervous by the day. Probably because they don't know why are here, what is going to  happen and probably because they are in retrofitted to self driving cars. From those bought during Obama's administration in the so called Cash for Clunkers program. I would be nervous if i was in one of those, not knowing where i'm going and they seeing me on the street.

Here is one example of what happens if i try to pull the phone and take a picture of one of those. From the moment i pull the phone, start the camera app, the car is far enough for the LPN not to be visible in the picture.

But this one was not a car, was a small bulldozer on wheels that was making a sinister, whining, ambulance siren like loud noise, speeding on the alley with the engine at high rpm and also living a chocking smoke behind, in a point where i was climbing a bit and breathing harder. I tried to film it but my camera app is playing tricks to me these days and i took a picture instead (got to reset the phone). 
Also missed the moment to film when at the exit of hospital parking (at the end of the alley above) towards Borland, a guy on a mower started to mower on top of redwood mulch, on the left of the alley above there is regular, garden variety mulch, raising a cloud of dust that the wind was blowing towards me (center of image, at the end of fading time).

Earlier i got passed, like yesterday, by hospital's security car, with the guy at the wheel yelling at me through the half open window: Hey!, rushing to the end of that section. Was thinking that for some unforeseeable reason he was going to enter my section and come after me, but no, he was just talking on a hands free device while looking at me and then he went somewhere else which reminds me. Partly meant to wake me up cause i still had the morning diabetes fog on my brain.

I get this a lot. Pass between too people with some distance in between them and they start yelling at each other, in the first second thinking one of them was yelling at me. With the variant with the dog. I pass a woman with a dog and invariably she starts telling the dog: Come, come! Like today again the woman who looks like Jaqueline Cristian, the second time when i came back, which reminds me of the bearded guy.

A fixture of the set for many years, he first pissed me off when he saw me working on the first car (early 2018), and asked me if i was in an accident (it was right after i bought the car from the auction). Ever since he includes little pissing elements at every encounter, which happens at the begging or the end of every walk so i will logically try to avoid him while he probably pretends trying to contact me. Today he was walking pushing some cart, with a guy (i would assume a bodyguard) following him from a distance. But this time i was pissed enough and did not care about the bodyguard and i took a picture of him (from behind) just for the show. (He either lost some weight or that is again a double). In the background (left here), his house style apartment, still part of the complex.

--- working --- (this is also some sort of work and a pretty difficult one, if you don't believe me, try to write more than a paragraph on your fb page just to get the feeling).