Wednesday, January 20, 2021
A Flat Day
Didn't sleep enough last night. I was about to nap in the chair when a modified exhaust started. Bringing inside by means of vibration of the fragile building the well known smell of kallikrein from fresh mole holes.
I knew that if i feel the smell the apartment must be filled and already started to feel the effects, painless, carelles that BTW last to this moment so i just planned to go to do Angela's flat since i dreaded to do that anyways. Cause i knew something like the following is going to happen. So i got dressed and opened the door when i saw again one of Tualatin Police cadet (shop with a cop pictures) in a black sport suit with white iPhone wires passing at my door so i just slammed back mine thinking maybe he'll understand and take another shortcut in the future and especially not sync with me when i leave. Like he did so many times, like when i was working at the car, many other occasions i wrote about, but who can count everything.
The one on the left, whom i saw again many times around here, with a dog, i call the blue kid. Age adjusted and everything, i think they're child actors from Hungary.
Then i waited for him to clear the building and went outside to step on the holes before i left. There is at one of the other apartments, i think F2, an older guy, who used to own the purple broken exhaust 5 liter Dodge, owner of the catering business who drove me nuts for one and a year who resembles a dead Japanese opera singer (found him once, but lost it most likely in a g+ post). He also slammed the door of his car, twice.
Got at Angela's, swapped the cars, came back home, already a commotion in the parking lot. There was a guy custom cutting a carpet on the asphalt in front of a van full of rolled carpets and undercarpet cushions like wrapped mummies that was parked there with open doors to see those for hours. So i just waited for him to roll the carpet, take it in his back and went and put the spare and the flat tire in the back. For some idiotic reason i didn't check the pressure in the spare and i had troubles driving there and back here. I was curious last night to see if i can locate the hole and i did, and there was nothing, a pin like hole with a tiny slow growing bubble on top. However today when i pulled it i saw a nail like 1 cm next to it, bent, with no head, rusted, and said to myself, must had been wrong, there is a nail.
So i drove to Les Schwab, car was drifting a bit, due to low pressure in the spare, forgot to put my mask on and talked to a guy and showed him the nail. He said that i needed new tires though the tire which is a rear one of an identical type with the new ones in front doesn't have much smaller grooves (had to buy a couple of new tires from Amazon, same type, same brand, because i had an unfixable flat in front last year, and two forgotten labels between tires and rims that made the tires leak, had a total of 5 flats in almost three years on that car that i can remember and leaks on almost continuous basis). He told me to check in, i did, again without mask. Then after he fixed it he came back and told me it wasn't the nail, but a hole next to it. "The nail did not go through" he said "and i don't need to fix that hole. Was thinking, the hole i saw last night. I showed him the front tires that do not have the grooves much deeper than the rears, and he said those are the newer type. Whatever. He said he put 35 psi on it.
Went back home and put back the fixed tire and was curious and checked pressure and my dial gauge showed 31. I checked the spare too and gauge was showing 13. The cap on the wheel was missing also so i just went back, he gave me the cap, and asked him to check the spare. He inflated the spare back to 60 and then i gave him my gauge and the gauge was showing 50. I suspected for a while now that the gauge is wild. Must be the needle went off center, i'm gonna check. Cause i like it much better than those linear gauges. There was this big AirGas van covering the view when i did that. That AirGas van wandering around in the parking lot kinda following me that ended behind my car when i put back the spare and everything.
I drove back to Angela's. I felt like absent, a big high, a bit numb, driving back there, at a light stop got to race with a big wheeled one of those construction trucks, he finally let me win when the road narrowed.
In all the times i got really mad because the noise at Angela's car that did go away but not completely after the car wormed up real well. (Thinking in my sleepy head to rivet those two screws again with the vise grips, but when the car is really cold, like in the morning. But are the two tiny soft steel screws going to last if the aluminum in between expands with merciless force? What if the high nickel alloy (to bring expansion coefficient closer to aluminum lost it's mechanical strength in time because of the heat?), thinking, thinking, with my numbed brain, should i buy a new throttle, but can't find an aftermarket one with bronze butterfly and the ones that if found have the same tiny screws, the tiniest i saw when compared to other brands).
I went and parked Angela's car and took my truck when i saw a guy (young, slender, probably blue eyes) who was talking on speakerphone and in the same time pointing the phone at me, no matter in what direction he was walking. When i backed up he turned around keeping pointing the phone at me.
While driving back, still absent, still a bit high, after i climbed on the overpass, i saw at the end or in the downslope 2 Police SUVs and a motorcycle, with flashing lights, two cops with no masks, and just drove following the car in front of me, forgetting to look at the stop light while on cameras of those Police vehicles. (Kept thinking all day, in between other stuff, how many people neglected other medical problems thinking of COVID and s...t. Thinking at Biden's first deception, the fight on White Supremacists. You can't separate white supremacism from every day American life cause it's built on it cause it comes from freemasons. Their slogan is, make good men better, what happens to the rest of us. And having Kamala who in reality is blonde, green eyes, posing as a black is not going to trick me).
The level of detail these guys go at with their continuous deception is unbelievable. All based on predictability of my behaviour, they wait for me and adjust their actions, in a day like these, after an important post, while most likely leaking video, audio, whatever, to make me loose the points i made involuntarily with my last posts.
Tuesday, January 19, 2021
La Camisa Negra
Watch the video carefully. Driving in one of those wood decorated station wagons that reminds of a coffin. A short, old, guitar player looking a bit Latino, a bit Asian, sitting on a chair, playing for nobody and the two skinny dancers. Dancers, who seem like being in a trance, or ill, moving like cats and looking like Ancient Egypt cat goddess Bastet.
A wave starts from the old man's guitar and from there it starts spreading around in town. Whoever is touched, gets caught in a time loop repeating over and over the same gestures.
Then the wave reaches a corner of a street and starts going backwards... erasing all the people that have been touched the first time. What it seemed a low budget, novelty Latino video, it suddenly turns near the end, when nobody pays conscious attention no more in a twilight zone style. (What's hanging on the mirror of his car?). It was only then when i realized the video is not so low budget, with the space bending effect of the wave and the message not so banal.
This is the moment when the wave reaches the corner of the street, with four logos reflecting in a window, a horseman, and it turns backwards and starts sweeping everybody, ending back in the big ROUND hole of his guitar.
I wear the black shirt.
Today my love is mourning.
Today I have a regret weighing my soul
And it's the fault of your witchcraft.
...
For drinking from the evil venom of your love,
I was left dying [lit. moribund] and full of pain.
I breathed of that bitter smoke from your goodbye
And since you left all I have left is...
Again our ignorance playing tricks on us. Why i kept playing this song over and over again without understanding the lyrics?
A bat laying upside down. La camisa negra. The bat wraps in his own wings to sleep upside down.
Kept thinking. Is it possible? Juanes, Wuhan. How do you pronounce Wuhan in Chinese? That's it.
But is is possible? 14 years after the song was first released? And what all the connections mean. Prophecy? Threat? Precursor? Was it mass suggestion causing all this? Was it an accompanying manifesto?
(No) need to say. I think i met with the man or the actor. Some ten years after reaching success, fattened, slow and getting in my way as a customer rep at Fry's in Wilsonville. Me, stunned by the smoke at home. I think it was after i bought that guitar, also at Fry's.
An article in Romanian press caught my eye today. A woman looking ill on a sofa with a cat nearby. Cat has access to the pillows where she sleeps. Then i wrote a whole thread on fb about what i think. Following, the pasted fb thread. I don't believe i added in any of those comments the fact that toxoplasmosis nowadays is treatable with antibiotics including with azithromycin. A few years ago when i looked last time it still wasn't.
Here is a thread i wrote on fb showing the possible route of transmission of T gondii between cats and humans. All it takes it for the cat to eat a wild animal to get infected.
Sunday, January 17, 2021
Whack a Mole
First search, moles zombification of worms
First result, The British Trap
" They have good vision, despite living underground, and they have unbelievably adapted sensory abilities that cause them to be able to detect the smallest vibrations."
I never knew moles had good vision! moles poor vision
As for vibration, i knew of some of the stuff. seismic communication
Same British Trap: "moles are homebodies, and will live in a series of tunnels for generations before moving. They even have kitchens and storerooms for their food, which largely consists of earthworms, which gets kind of weird. They make the earthworms like zombies
by biting their heads off and a special toxin in their saliva keeps them (weirdly enough), alive and immobile and—fresh. As many as 470 worms have been recorded one chamber storeroom!"
I knew that, the interesting part is how they move the earthworms in there. If they were to carry them one by one, it would take lots of trips. I knew from previous searches that moles have to eat their weight in worms in 24 hours. Thinking of maybe that "special toxin in their saliva" which are evolutionary modified digestive enzymes and construction of tunnels to make that automatic for them.
Can't find nothing on a search like "do moles actually trap the worms". Cause there's the confusion with the traps for moles.
It is the first time on an very early Sunday morning with relative silence in here, with a mug with water and backing soda to compensate for stomach acid over production due to uncontrollable indoor pollution, stress and pancreas (common bile blockage) when i realize that. Moles actually could trap the worms and those enzymes actually present in the tunnels gets them zombified and make them crawl in the tunnels that would lead them to the "storeroom" where they go, eat them or bite their head to keep them for later use.
Honestely, i would have never cared for all these things if i didn't know, after spending lots of times inside in this place that "mole smell" has an effect on me.
These (including the one i live in) are very poorly designed buildings. Walls made with a wooden frame with inside and outside panels, filled with insulation, and one more layer of siding on the outside, there is a lot of air circulation between air from outside, inside walls and inside apartment, especially when there is a temperature difference between inside and outside.
When there's no significant wind outside, there is a constant flow of air around the building. Usually the ground around the building, summer or winter, is colder than the walls. In the winter the walls are warm because the inside is being heated. In the summer, they respond to solar heat, while the ground, due to grass and moisture, is kept colder. In both situation, colder air from the surface of the ground is attracted by the vacuum created by warmer air climbing on the surface of the wall. If the siding in not sealed in the lowers part or just above ground, there will be some dynamic pressure created by air that starts to climb exactly in that area that will push some of the air inside wall.
Situation was complicated further by the presence of dog waste around the building. People coming here from other buildings with their pets and leaving their waste real close to our building, in the same flow pattern of the air described above.
On several occasions, when making longer trips, including several trips of thousands of miles in California and other states, when i noticed the smell on our clothes, car, etc. A mixture of mold and animal waste mainly.
There was a link between the holes and the smoke as well. In the beginning i was just going outside and obsessively tried to step on all mounds. Eventually the smoke smell would go away after i stepped on a number of holes. I did that for years, spending up to one half hour at the time and bringing the dirty shoes inside which i had to wash. Lately, i figured there is only a few of those that i need to seal, right next to the building, to get rid of most of the smoke. More recently, i used Portland cement to mix with the soil (in amounts that won't change color or appearance), which made it harder to moles to open the holes again, until they finally stopped.
But of course smoke cannot possibly come from the moles. The only way this could happen is if someone comes and sticks inside the holes or nearby some self burning material that may contains plants with psychotropic effects, including common drugs or legals substances, like maybe kratom, as i was suggested by some t-shirts in a casino. Again cement in soil made it harder for those and in the last days previous to date of this post the moved further from building, in areas i did not and could not possibly put cement.
More complications from other building materials. One is insulation dust constantly falling from the attic under the effect of vibration, either from the constant rumbling of the freeways nearby of the presence of cars with aftermarket mufflers or simply broken.
There was this particular purple Dodge with broken exhaust that was idling many times a day until i got desperate enough and went to the office after which it stopped. That lasted about a year and a half. Before that, there was this green truck again with a 5 or more liter engine coming out of one of the garages, each morning and idling for 15 minutes (legal limit) or more. Until after again, i talked to the owner and recorded the conversation.
Mineral insulation dust falling from attic is visible on the walls of this building only. Mineral insulation containing silica, other materials, besides being very irritant, especially to your digestive system, has a deodorant and antibacterial effect, making it even harder for me to realize the smells. Also dust falling from asphalt roofs. I noticed when i dusted the building many times of the years that the dust, mainly made of dead bugs, and the materials described above, with a touch of oil from exhaust from all cars, is extremely stinking. (Everything antibacterial creates even weirder strains that are very resistant and persistent with again devastating effect on your health). If i didn't wash my clothes and take a shower right after dusting, the dead bugs smell inside would become unbearable in the next few days.
There was a period of about one year, that included one fall and one spring when they re-roofed the entire complex with hundreds of thousands of nails being inserted with pneumatic tools. It was then when i searched about the number of nails needed in an average size wooden American house.
I could not possible have tolerated all these if it wasn't for what i will call from now on the "mole gas" and the smoke. It made me lethargic and absent from my own life. Years of wasted life.
People smoking around. This complex is advertised as "smoke free, in transition". Which means people are allowed to smoke outside buildings. Even right now as i write, i feel cigarette smoke. It's coming through walls or by doors etc..
Litter dust. Most people living upstairs over the past few year had pets. Small dogs, cats, etc.. I would assume they used what they call litter boxes. Some of the weirdest stuff on Earth that if i had any authority i would ban it in the next second. "Diatomaceous earth". It's quarried fossilized remains from microscopic creatures that were neither plants or animals and lived million years ago. Made of amorphous silica, after being burned in oven at high temperatures to get rid of any organic stuff that may have been in there as a side effect that silica would crystalize, making it very dangerous to breath. Small enough to enter the lungs, it wouldn't be in amounts large enough to cause silicosis (filling of the lungs with silica, like it happened in the past to miners) but most likely contributing to many respiratory illnesses, including asthma and cancer. It has the capacity to absorb water and animal waste many times its weight. There are additives that make the absorbed urine "clump" and possible to be removed for the open tray, but that is after some if not most of it evaporates inside the room of course. But some of the clump will remain in the tray no matter what. Interestingly enough, those tiny silica carcasses have geometric shapes, a long time obsession of freemasons. This stuff is so nasty it is also used as pest control, to kill bugs.
Driers' exhausts under the siding. For some reason, this building has the driers' exhaust, (Tumble drum dryers that use much electricity to heat air to dry clothes, with resulting steam needed to be evacuated) under the level of siding. Which means some of the steam coming from it would penetrate siding and walls. Some of the exhausts, like the one from upstairs also opens near a basement vent, and pushes some of the steam inside the basement (after the exhaust have been modified, about 2 years ago). The result is the steam condensate on the wooden floor, penetrates and making it bulge, bringing moisture and mold smell inside).
But for steam to come out of the drier through the exhaust, an equal amount of air is extracted from that particular room. Air that may come from a window if it's open. But if no window is opened, air will come from under doors and even walls (there is a half inch opening between inner wall panels and floor)
I remember when "the old man" who lived upstairs (a guy which at times resembled actor Rodney Dangerfield (i know he's dead, but his Hungarian correspondent is or was not), other times Dick Cheney, others, who "was smoking" (probably not present there most of the times, with others doing "the job" like in all cases), the steam coming out of that exhaust was smelling more like cigarette smoke than anything.
I'm sorry i got carried away with all this stuff and deviated from the tittle and scope of this post. I also realized i probably could not finish describing all the ordeals i had to go through to figure these simple things.
It was in the day when i realized that mole mounds resemble pyramids when i started to think there might be a link between moles and freemasons, with everything mole being an inspiration for those, probably at the beginning, or in ancient times. After being exasperated with the multitude of mounds i thought i had to step on to make the smoke go away, i did a search and saw for the first time the inner structure of a mound which indeed reminds of a pyramid, including tunnels and chambers, though at a much larger scale. People living long time ago might have also been impressed with the proven architectural skills of the moles, small creatures capable of building a nest out of soil.
Another argument in trying to prove that life of moles is inspiration for freemasonry is the appearance of moles and some of the signals of freemasons.
One particular species, the "Star nosed mole" has a sensory organ developed around the nose, it uses to actually feel its dark environment.
Other arguments of course would be also current or modern symbolism. The popular character R2D2 in Star Wars movie, Android logo, could also be inspired by the shape of moles.
We should not care about pollution. Moles live most of their healthy live underground and never get to breath fresh air. But their galleries are filled with enzymes that break down most of organic polluters.
We are mostly living trapped in a many thousands years old model inspired by mono animism or the admiration of our ancient ancestors for a crafty animal.
Ashmole. I stumbled the other day onto the name of one of the most famous freemasons.
Jacques de Molay. One of the reasons or accomplishments of the French revolution was the avenging of Jacques de Molay. The favorite method? As opposed to burning of the stake as in case of Jacques de Molay, chopping of the head.
Immolation. There are mixed etymologies for this word out there. One of them claims the root mola, which in old English means flour or an improbable Latin imolat which means food sacrifice. I personally believe it's got something to do with skin moles as "witches sign". Anybody who had a mole, that somehow resembled the velvety fur of the animal, hence the name, would be considered suspect of witchcraft.
I really hate to ad a "most likely" to all these theories, but have to state at least my educated belief in the origin of freemasons. Most likely their current European incarnation of the freemasons comes from the Mamluk Kingdom of Egypt, before but mostly after the Ottoman Invasion of Egypt, around 1500 when both the elites - the moles and their Indian brought slaves - the worms, the Gypsies, came over in Europe during the confusion of the dark times @1500, similar to what's happening nowadays.
For some unknown reason, most immigrants in Europe during the last 1500 years, starting with the Huns of Attila, the Magyars, probably some Tatars, Mamluks, others all settled in Pannonia.
Friday, January 15, 2021
Tequila and Drifting Continents
I first saw agave when i went to Crescent Bay, California. I think i posted this from South LA in the same day i took the pictures. It had some meaning to me. I wanted to see the real inspiration for a painting (serigraphy, reproduction) i saw once in the hallway next to my door at a hospital, Pacific Gateway, now long demolished. What this has to do with anything. Today i was looking for a list of Arabic words possibly coming from Sanskrit and i found a list but it was of course in Arabic, written in Arabic and i was so curious i clicked on the first word which was the Arab word whatever for Aloe. With the universally recognizable prefix Al of course (Similar to English definite article The which also has a corespondent in Sanskrit). It was then when it stroke me the first time the similarities between the two. Agave is known mostly for being source for the popular drink Tequila which has it's own bay at any State Owned Liquor store in Oregon. But then i went into search machine mode (google oftenly thinks i'm a robot and asks me to check boxes or do puzzles to prove i'm not) and this is what i found for you. They both belong to the botanical order Asparagales of which at least in Romania the humble artichoke bear its name. Then i searched and found their ancestor families branched out according to various sources from about 90 to 130 million years ago. Asphodelaceae is said to be native to Africa and Agavoideae native to America. However Agavoideae genus is much younger on the evolutionary time line.
How is this not conflicting with drifting continents theory that supposedly occurred 200 million years ago?
Turmă și desbinare, UB bono
Cel mai ușor mod de a suci mințile unui popor pe termen lung este cu ajutorul cuvintelor noi și a trend-urilor lingvistice. Autori care sunt ridicați la nivel de idoli de alți frumoși și frumoase tot de-ai lor ne îmbogățesc mereu cu noi și noi idei crețe care ne unesc în trenduri. Mult înainte de "hackerii" din Râmnicu (mda, bună alegere, și ăsta e unul din cuvintele acelea dar nu vreau să schimb subiectul), care probabil sunt doar o fâță urâtă de altfel sub care operează niște puiuți binari de-ai pinguinului fino-ugric Linux, derivat din Unix, limba română, engleză (de care știu eu adică) au fost hacherite la greu și dovezi sunt atât de multe încât, dacă m-ar plăti cineva, aș consuma în liniște tot restul vieții mele și nu aș termina lista. Dar câteodată, când văd răspunsuri indirecte la unele postări ale mele și sub forma asta, răbufnesc (tantrum în engleză, altă tâmpenie de cuvânt). Și atunci când o fac, trebuie să fac slalom printre aceste capcane, atât de dese încât nu pot fi evitate, adăugând și eu puțin la haosul și confuzia generală care iată merge la vale prin propriul momentum, ca o avalanșă.
Cine nu știe că în Moldova, aia care dispare pe zi ce trece în neantul diasporei și mocirla mediei, cuvântul pentru bine era "ghine" (mda sună ca guignon adus din franceză, alt subiect, la Americani un nume francez nu contează ce înseamnă în limba respectivă, important e că e francez). Mă uitam acum în DEX pentru a vedea etimologii de-a dreptul șocante pentru cuvântul desbinare, a cărui formă veche și o spun chiar ei, este "desghinare". DEX online care este o formă completată a unui DEX haotic, unde se introduc zilnic noi definiții, trimise sub pseudonim.
Dar nici cu cele vechi, con-sacrate de niște nume lustruite nu mi-e rușine.
Francezii au un dicționar online unde se specifică anul și publicația când vreun muncitor al condeiului a introdus o nouă formă. La noi, DEX-ul se completează pe bază de voluntariat.
Până vom avea și noi unul (plătit poate din bugetul ICR, al Ministerului Culturii, din alte bugete și bugețele care se duc pe fălcile celor care ne ruinează cultura, limba și psihicul colectiv) dăm din umeri și ne întrebăm, oare care scriitor a introdus prima data acest cuvânt și în ce context?
Cât de ușor e? Acum când avem o mare parte din cărți scanate, tot ce trebuie să faci e să introduci toate aceste cărți într-o bază de date, să dai un query și... voila! dicționar istoric, dintr-un supercomputer care costă acum nu mai mult de un milion de dolari, un fir de praf din muntele bugetelor respective.
Sau pur și simplu să-i întrebăm pe francezii respectivi cum au făcut, sunt sigur că ar împărtăși totul fără bani.