October 30

12:34 Moved the Winix filter that has 4 activated carbon layers and a VOC sensor next to main door or the other side of the room where it was. Main door is next to parking lot and the Chrysler and my car are closest. VOC sensor shows red which it rarely does. (It has three levels, blue orange and red).

12:44 The man upstairs followed me in the bathroom, flushed the toilet while i was there, now he awoke Angela by squeaking and stomping.

8:00 Still stinking like gasoline at 8 AM on Monday. Much better with the filter next to entrance. I think Angela slept less than 3 hours mostly because of the guys upstairs and works ten hours today. Outside it stopped stinking though the car is still on a jack. Gasoline smell kinda mixed and penetrated carpet and everything and now competing with the old dog poop smell in the apartment.

Just remembered something.

8:57 I decided to dedicate some time to clean and organize. Get rid of old junk, make it more livable. I spent so much time for my blogs lately and neglected everything else.

Made some noodles soup with bone broth added and was about to eat it when a young couple, like they don't have anything else to do with their lives, came like they do every day with two dogs in the yard beyond patio sliding door and the dogs started raising legs and stuff.

10:28 My Elantra has Sirius XM receiver which is a satellite broadcast system and has on the roof a shark fin antenna that can connects to either a satellite, or an LTE tower via the Bluelink and thus probable the most connected car of all brands. It also has a microphone that enable voice commands, phone calls via a bluetooth connected phone etc.. So it is doable for a hacker to make the necessary "adjustments" so everything you talk in the car to be heard or streamed via the internet.

11:34 Solved the mystery where the gas smell was coming from. It was not the Chrysler. They where (i think they still are) a couple of puddles of gasoline at the spot belonging to Apt.1. Though it's odd cause the puddles where pretty far apart.

Took one picture, was thinking to take one more when i come back from my walk. Cut my walk short, came back and saw a cop entering the first entrance in the building C east of the mailboxes.

I had my camera in my hand but i knew a Police car should be nearby so i gave up (don't want to take pictures of those while cops are in mission or in general). However i didn't see any Police vehicle, just a white SUV parked next to the mailboxes but i delayed taking the picture and saw the cop getting into that one. White, unmarked, Interceptor, probably Sheriff. Would have been in the direction where i wanted to take the second one.

1:00 I wasn't only drunk, i was out of my mind. Literally. The smell of gasoline for days, lack of quality sleep, stress, the 2 hour drive in smoke, sometimes weird smoke, a few glasses of wine that i think also had a smoke component from wildfires, hurry to get things done, unidentified unsorted things pressing on my mind.

I think my brain got too old to accommodate all these like a young guy. But i've done things like these since i was a kid. Colossal gaffes usually when the unexpected overwhelms me.

In grade school they used to call me "distracted" but in Romanian it has a slightly different meaning than in English. It means having your mind somewhere else.

I think it is a way to cope with sometimes unbearable stress and trauma. Like when i have to drive 50 miles in smoke and  hostile environment from other drivers though is the boredom that kills me most of the time and then i let my mind fly away which brings me a type of fulfillment (feel good neurotransmitters) that allows me to continue.

I do many other routine things this way. Always thinking of something else because it makes me feel better. But yeah, it can happen this way. You think of something else and that else is right in front of you and you can't recognize it however your subconscious does and carries a bit of a conversation that way, with the weirdest effects.

One of the most traumatic things is having to think hypothetically because it consumes a lot of brain power. Like coming to a different country and not knowing the language and culture and having to take in consideration when talking to somebody every possibility. Internet, learning the many expressions should have made it easier to me but yeah in the end i sort of lost drive, and that is mostly because what i discovered and put in my other blog. Keep asking myself if it's worth it.

But that sort of intellectual effort and hypothetical thinking and constant inquiring could have been the reason i discovered the big switcheroo (in the other blog).

1:13 Yiddish ("jüdisch"), a misterious language that until today i thought it was derived from German. So they did themselves and everybody. But today i don't think so anymore.

If the Indo European theory is true and all European (and Indian) languages derive from a single one which is probably Sanskrit it means all those languages have to have some Sanskrit words in them.

But the weirdest part and due to uniqueness of the situation i can't find another example or model throughout history each derived language has kept a different set of recognizable words from the parent language. Yeah i was talking once on the phone with a linguist and he went a bit sarcastic and told me like yeah, you can't understand this.

Unfortunately i don't know any of the two languages though when i was a kid i heard my grandparents, other people speaking German all the time. Could be this behind the drive for me to learn English which is not so far from German, when i had a chance. Could be neural pathways that were dug in my subconscious at the time. German and Jewish culture still present in Bucovina where i lived until 14.

Here is a sample of an English version of the song next to the Yiddish one and i can see Yiddish is not German.

Ok to make a long story short. I saw one word in the first verse that is Dutch and not German.

10:43 In the meantime, getting busy... Thinking... What is the (big) difference between (being) a p...y and (being) a d...k?

10:55 I was so high i did not realize... BTW are Maroon 5 the embodiment of Jewish losers?

11:30 Is Putin dead? We all know the story of Tamás Bujkó, the Hungarian judo champion 165 cm (5'5") tall who died in London and was stabbed in the face so many times and thrown acid so nobody can recognize him after... Ironically, Bujkó is an Ukrainian name...

12:27 Keep thinking. Why do i get so drunk after drinking only one bottle of wine? Is it i am getting old? But if i drink brandy i don't get so numb. Could it be the sulfites that are used to stabilize wine. Could it had been the gasoline vapor in the last days that BTW stopped. Could it be the sex in the air (shoe dog poops in the night, the real warm colitas in the song) etc.. All of the above. Ok i just did the dishes.

BTW yesterday in that parking lot in Lincoln City, just before i nearly died with apnea... I think they hired a model, one of the very few in existence with perfect a...s presented in spandau pants however a bit too tall to my taste (maybe 6) who was literally twerking at my car's window while pretending loading/unloading arranging stuff in her SUV. No i don't think i would have died happy...

Looking pissed like any model on podium i think they tried to show me how an a...s should look like. However she didn't know how to move it and i didn't even look.

I recently realized none of them do. Then they had left in the WA LPN SUV. Still could not figure out yet. White Shinto or simply Wa Shinto.