Saturday, September 18, 2021

September 18

12:35 I can't believe it rained briefly and then a hole grew in the storm right above Portland and it stopped. Yeah i remember now. It's the city effect on the storm. The city and suburbs is warmer and creates a bit of a higher pressure (its own weather system as pompous patronizing meteorologists would say) and water won't condensate. That until it rains for a few hours and it cools down (a bit of a recurrence here, sorry).

I don't know, according to the animated radar map it should now. I look through the window and it doesn't.

12:52 Ingannare, tocmai am spus că refacerea la standarde europene a unui km de cale ferată costă 30 de mii de euro și în total ar costa 300 de milioane pentru toată țara, ceea ce este 5% din bugetul Ministerului Transporturilor pe anul acesta (nu că ar avea treabă cu CFR SA, dar este un obiectiv strategic și ar putea îndrăzni, deși nu este prins în buget, deci nu ar fi cale legală decât dacă ar da guvernul o Ordonanță fiindcă este o chestie urgentă).

9:46 Ingannare. Steppenwolf.

9:48 Câți bani dă Cîțu? Cîțu stă pe un buget de peste 375.000.000.000 lei. Ăștia sunt bani?

4:09 My phone got completely crazy, can't use it anymore, have to reset it. Tried to send a text with Angela's phone to share a site with someone, while the language was set to first, arabic.

5:00 Some guys at the one level apartment shot in the trees a couple of times with a BB gun.

5:59 I tried and called Boost mobile to see if they can unlock my phone so i can switch to a cheaper service (Consumer Cellular). They (she, and Asian woman, always the same voice there and in many other places) said that the phone is eligible and gave me a case number and said the process will take up to 72 hours. About 1/3 of the words she was saying were distorted and had to guess what she was saying. Then i asked for the code and she said she cannot give more than one code per call though she didn't give me any, she she had to call me back, but i should not hang up. She called me back several times, i heard my voice mail coming on but had no option to answer. Am i stupid or what? Why in this digital area any time i call Boost even the automated system is breaking up, but that is proper English, but when you get to talk to foreign people which to me seem almost the same voices it's almost impossible to understand what they're saying?

Just talked to another guy and his patronizing accent was driving me crazy. Have to tell them my phone number after the automated system identifies it. I didn't memorize the phone number.

Last of the Hyundai

April 2018. We bid on a car at Copart. Like IAA, it's a place where insurance companies sell the totaled cars after they pay their customers the market value. They usually specify the areas where the car was damaged. This one has been listed as  "minor scratches and damages". We saw the car prior at the auction lot, together with one hundred others. Did not realize the car was actually in an accident, partially fixed and put back in auction and sold again at a higher price. I paid a total of 45 hundred dollars, including Copart fees.

When i went and picked it at the auction site, the car was driveable, but was making a weird noise at the engine. The mud cover on the right front was damaged, the fender was not holding in place, battery was almost dead and 5 years old. Serpentine belt was bent by a foreign object that gut between belt and pulleys at the time of the accident. When i got home i found in the trunk the broken windshield washer reservoir and the right headlight. Car was painted on the right side, with the right door and fender damaged. It was unclear if the right door airbag was still functional, though no dashboard light was on.

They were some sort of crystals on the windshield and hood, maybe from car being driven behind a de-icer that did not go away after a year or something, impairing visibility. Nr.1 and 2 cylinders had spark plug loose (0 torque) and there was oil in the cylinders and on the threads and inside the spark plug wheels. The shoulder at the bottom of the spark plug wheels  where the washers of the spark plugs seal sit was damaged and it was impossible to seal the spark plug when torquing it. Exhaust was leaking by the spark plugs in the engine compartment. Hood was bent (never fixed) and was not touching the seal with exhaust coming through the air intake grill in the cabin. There was oil in the the cylinders and on the spark plug threads.

3 years of struggle followed, with me working at the cars for hours, several days a week.

First went to Beaverton Hyundai and bought a battery and had it installed. Bought there a serpentine belt and installed it. Bought on Amazon a 6 mm diameter camera (about 20 bucks) to look inside the cylinders where i did not see piston slap damage but oil.

I tried to wipe the spark plug threads with balls of cotton soaked in alcohol, but they were not holding.
 
Designed and build in a machine shop a tool to resurface the shoulders of the spark plug holes. Finally torqued the spark plugs. Ordered a mud cover for right front on ebay and installed it. Ordered a windshield washer reservoir and installed it. Straightened the hood by stepping on it while hood semi-open, several times over the years. Did not realize the plastic grill was still leaking in several places by design, until about a week before the accident. Over 3 years i drove the car from 35 k to almost 100, while breathing exhaust inside the cabin, though less and less.

Did not realize the battery connectors could not be tightened enough, and were constantly getting loose, again by design, with battery never fully charging, until i bought a plug in USB charger with a digital voltmeter and because of needing jump starts several times after exhausting the battery with radio and fan in parking lots i also bought a 40 dollars 10000 mah li-ion smart jump starter on Amazon.

There was foam in the oil indicating sticky valves and squishy lifters. Tried to use some valve cleaner for the noise and injector cleaner additive inside the tank. As that wasn't working, i tried to clean the throttle body when i saw the inside of the composite intake manifold, which was installed in front of the compartment, or the left side of the engine, which was oily.

I tried and used a 3/8 piece of vinyl tube connected to a vacuum cleaner and pulled from the intake ounces of oil. It was  then when i realized that oil from the PCV was condensing inside the cold manifold that was installed in front of the engine compartment and pooling at the bottom of the intake which was installed upside down, by design, with the bottom bellow the runners, unlike any car i seen before. From there, oil was trickling up the runners, burning on valves and making them sticky, especially at number one cylinder. More oil was getting inside the cylinder, lubricating the piston rings unevenly, contaminating spark plugs, etc..

I pulled the injectors and tried to clean them applying voltage and some solvent from a spray can. Can had twice the pressure of the fuel and blew the injectors microfilters. I had to buy new injectors from dealer, for 400 bucks.

Over the years, i designed and installed several versions of catch cans on the PCV circuit, trying to minimize the amount of oil that gets in the intake which i was vacuuming "regularly" with a device i designed myself, made of a piece of tubing and a mat pump. With the last version of the catch can i could not vacuum oil from the intake anymore, there was none left.

A few months ago i bought an Exide battery and installed it and the noise was gone for a few hours. That was until the nuts at the connectors got loose again. Weeks before the accident i degreased the connectors together with the 8 bolts and nuts that were around the battery connectors and sealed the nuts on top with some adhesive. The voltage on the plug in charger with digital voltmeter was finally showing 14.3 volts while driving, 14.1 while idling. In the day of the accident, the noise was almost gone.

The noise was coming from the nr.1 cylinder or the furthest on the fuel rail, where fuel had not enough pressure because of low voltage at the fuel pump and injector was dripping,  causing uneven washing of the cylinder, with probably some slap while the engine cold, and not enough fuel washing the oil condensed on runner and trickling on valve, which was not getting washed enough because of low voltage at the fuel pump, making the valve stick and the lifer squish oil which was foamy. One cylinder working less than others meant vibration at the engine which meant poor driveability at high speed.

When i did rear brakes, a couple of years ago, i saw the indicators for pad wearing were bent and acting like springs, pushing the pads on the rotor, diminishing mileage.

Over the years, the car was doing an average of 35 mpg on the freeway and @20 in stop and go traffic. The car was quite comfortable to drive, due to soft suspension and many options, including working AC, bluetooth and satellite radio (which we did not subscribe for). In the days prior to the accident it was in its best shape ever, with smooth running engine, good driveability and almost no noise.

On August 19 Angela told me on the phone she had a flat. On the same tire there was another, several months ago when i got it fixed at Les Schwab in Lake Oswego. When she got home, i found low pressure in right rear, enough to trigger the sensor, put the tire in the tub full of water and didn't see any bubbles. I took the tire, for precaution, at the same Les Schwab shop in Lake Oswego.

There i spoke to a guy who resembled the current Finance Minister of Romania. Of course i didn't realize right away. Inside there was this Hungarian opera singer who acted like Phil Wick, Les Schwab's CEO after the death of Les Schwab.

The Romanian guy called me inside the shop which didn't happen in a long time, i went reluctantly after he called me a couple of times and showed me a tire similar to mine that had a damaged rim for about 1/6 length of the whole rim. He told me if it was from a previous installation which was in the same shop and asked me if wanted a new tire, i asked him if he had Michelin, the brand that was originally on car when i got it, he said no, if he can get it by tomorrow, he said we should talk in the morning, he had the number on my record, he then put the tire back on the wheel, inflated it and the wheel in the trunk. He insisted to put it there himself. This car doesn't come with a spare, though it has the space for it in the trunk. I found one at the junkyard, from a Ford that fitted. Though spare was new, the car was not driving the same as with the original wheel, especially at high speeds on the freeway. In the same evening i re-ordered a couple of tires similar to those in front which i changed more than a year ago, similar to the original ones. They were scheduled to arrive Monday, however they came Saturday morning or the day after the accident.

Friday evening i drove to Ilany, after both of us changed our mind, first Angela, then me, not to go that evening. 40 miles one way, had some difficulty driving, the car was drifting a bit, they were lots of drivers with weird LPN like KGB harassing us, as usually in the last few years. So i had to go with the speed limit.

In that day when she came from work she said she saw a light on the dashboard, it was the light showing something wrong with the airbags.

At midnight 20/21 i was coming back doing 60 in a 60 area on cruise control (which is kinda slow i recon). I was in the middle lane, because i was close to the interstate bridge where i don't want to drive on side lanes. Suddenly i noticed i was surrounded by a group of cars, left, right and behind. I saw in the mirror the lights from behind approaching at high speed, probably 20 over the speed limit. I could not change lanes, though the cars left and especially right might have slowed down in that moment, living me alone. Thing is i can't remember, because it all happened very fast. All i know is in my mind i had few options except to tell Angela to brace for impact and probably i accelerated in the last few seconds, reducing the difference in speed between the vehicles. For one second i thought he gave up then he accelerated too and i felt the impact. I was pushed forward at higher speed while all the other cars in the group fell behind. When i realized i still had control of the car i looked, the right lane was free, i veered right, stopped on the shoulder and tried to see his LPN. However when he passed he was surrounded by the other cars. All i could see was the tail of a huge white Ford pickup with the letters 4x4 on the tail. I took a picture of the car which was pretty damaged but still driveable (in the end, after talking to the cops who called a towing company who didn't want to go that far, calling our own towing that wasn't calling back, i drove the 22 miles from there to home, on right lane, and i had to pull over at least one time because of a truck that was coming again threatening from the rear).

The Washington State police came within 5 minutes. The cop looked bored and interested in a car that zoomed at high speed. He left the front lights on onto my car and i could not see his face. He said i should not drive the car back home cause it could not take another hit like that, which in the end almost happened. However, i do remember he looked like this guy.

He then agreed to drive before me (while another Police SUV came from behind, following me) and pilot me to a safe place. He exited the freeway than choose a street with poor illumination, near a property called G&G in the Minnehaha neighborhood of Vancouver, Washington, 2 miles away from Columbia river and Oregon.

There he asked me to write on a form called SUSPECT/WITNESS statement what happened and sign it. Then he asked me this question. What happened right after the impact? Because only those who survived such impact know what happens. The speed of your vehicle increases and that of the vehicles who hit you decreases. I think it was a test question. However, he did not write on the report "hit and run" which could have triggered a call for potential witnesses in the media.

Then he called their contracted towing company which came but refused to tow us "because of the distance". So i called the insurance, but the menus where such designed i had to file the claim first which meant an almost one hour conversation with the insurance claims rep. The cop left, the towing left and we were all alone on the dark street. I had to pee in a bottle i had in the thank that was crushed by the accident. The towing was not coming, i tried to call insurance again, got lost in menus and then i decided to drive back home. As i got on the freeway at around 2 AM, towing called saying they are within 10 minutes distance.

to be continued

Friday, September 17, 2021

September 17

7:28 I can't believe i found the song! by Ping ping? & Al Verlane, 1960. He also wrote the song Taka Takata also sang by Joe Dassin. There is a Romanian version by Lucky Marinescu. No birth date, nothing. A bit disappointed. Sucu sucu? Pretty similar to the name for juice in Romanian. Suc.

1:04 Last of the summer wine. Jetstream is blowing like crazy however at the ground level, we have, as pompous Dave Saleski would say, an inversion bringing unhealthy levels of wildfire smokes over Portland area. Anybody checked  the polarity at the intertie this morning?

Gh man queer. 100 rounds fired?3:57 My hip already got better (after some sort of mostly cognitive therapy i imagined myself), yesterday, i walked again with dumbbells, however somebody loosened the battery connectors at my truck as we went as planned to Fred Meyer, after we finally cashed the second insurance check (story later), after almost one month from the accident. In the parking lot i started the fan for a minute, battery was  not charging earlier, and i got stuck with best option to walk home to grab the 10 amps battery starter i used for Hyundai before i fixed the battery connectors right before the accident. So i got home, grabbed the thing and heading back there, over the freeway, with a myriad of scenes in my way here and waiting for me on my way back.

Guess what. I went back with the jump starter and first gave it a try without. The truck started after 50 minutes of battery resting.

6:13 Eddy Helder. Most likely also Japanese.
6:26. Dark and swirls before the rain. Anticipating. It didn't rain in Portland for about 6 months."
Talking about psychosmatic ilnesses. They were so many idols lately in the news dying of weird illnesses (that i knew they were foreing professional actors and didn't really die). Could we be so attached to our gods to contract the same diseases and follow them in sickness and death?
7:51. Forget about Al Verlane, Eddy Helder.

9:40 Nu știu dacă există ceva absolut întâmplător, în seara asta căutam în jurul anilor 80, era normal să-l văd pe tipul ăsta, când m-am gândit că seamănă mai mult cu Drulă decât cel care-l găsisem înainte.

11:29 Ilus stands for illusion. What's the fuss about moving HM's non existent subs to herself.

Thursday, September 16, 2021

Walk with me

"Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk / Mm-mm, she says I began to sing long before I could talk."

I started to walk when i was 9 months old. But that, like many of my later enterprises, didn't last long. One day i fell on my butt (i was 10 pounds at birth, probably 20 by then) and i was so angered by it i didn't want to walk again until i was one year and a half or for another 9 months.

About singing, it is true. I would hum a song heard on the radio before i spoke more than a few words. We didn't really have a radio by that time, but like most people in the neighborhood, a speaker hooked by wires on poles to an amplifier downtown. Radiofication, they called it, 

Then, when my grand dad bought a pickup player, when i was about 4 years old i fell in love with a song. I think it was Brazilian by rhythm, happy, catchy, i can still sing it or play, the notes are etched forever in my brain it but never found the real words or identified the title (i know the chorus starts with aya aya, but the other words i remember make no sense to me), no matter how much i searched. It was probably a one summer hit in 1963 or 1964 in South America that somehow made it to the only record label in Romania and was forgotten at the source since. Every time he was pulling the pickup i was asking him to play that disk and every time my song came i would jump for joy, sing along and ask him to play it again. I can still remember the smile on his face every time when that happened.

Nevermind that. The subject was walking. Walking, like speaking in humans is a complete learned behaviour. I don't know if a human person not raised by humans could walk at all. (Not even talking about talking). And because of that, we must use quite some brain power to coordinate all the muscles in order to stay in two, walk and don't lose our balance. Interestingly enough, we don't seem to be able to walk on four or climb trees instinctively either. We lost it in the same time.

I think i just realized why this is so important. Though humans walk in two by imitating their parents, the advantages brought by this helped the the humans spread and prevail over other species. (To the point they occupied the whole planet and master all ecosystems).

Some areas of the brain, responsible with coordinating the moves but also connecting them to our primitive will developed. It was probably because of that extra brain power and will we discovered the gestures, as means of communication. Gestures started to be accompanied by grunts and talking started to appear.

Communicating at will with other members in the group brought even more advantages. And then someday some people when alone could hear themselves talking, like an echo, and started to think.

Talking is more economic than gesticulating. Thinkin is easier than talking (people thing at much more speed than talk). Meditate. Conscience developed. Right now i think conscience happen when our thoughts are fast enough to confirm or confront other thoughts from our immediate memory.

The same as with this blog post. I wanted to say something, i started with an idea, a phrase and it developed into a whole theory. My motivation was. As they can learn how to walk, humans can learn how to dance. And in extreme situations, under pressure, in trance, whatever, they can also learn false moves. Something that may be speculated by more advanced groups.

Targeted people or subjects could become so attached subconsciously to that magic like moment of desire (moment created by skills of ancient witchcraft, when we fall in admiration of somebody, the performer, magician or witch, and we have so many idols on the screens these days) that they start to do that false move subconsciously, especially when very stressed out or very unsatisfied, until they break the ligament of a hip, shoulder, name it. Like it happened to me starting about 16 years ago and more recent (for the part of shoulders).

September 16

8:20 Space Opera. Mole chasers are vital to me. After only one day that i installed one at a gallery hub (had no idea there are hubs under mounds) air quality improved 50%. Rest of the problems are dust, dog poos and mold from the food wraps left on redwood mulch.

This morning i woke again nauseated, with lots of alcohol left in my system after 6 hours of sleep, a bit dehydrated i guess, went to look for poos to pour borax. Found a small one, not sure i didn't miss any, was pretty groggy. Then i checked the mole chaser. I heard a very faint noise, grabbed a screwdriver, dug a bit and found it but the sound is very fain. Those two D batteries in parallel should have lasted at least one month. I figured maybe i damaged the batteries when i soldered them following some uTube instructions. Not supposed to solder those i knew that. (Now looking for some rubber bands to attach the wires). Cause the chaser was acting as a battery holder, but now that i cut it in two, have to think of something else. So i just buried the chaser back, didn't take it inside.

Then i took Angela at work. At Sagert and Mohawk there was this cryogenic cistern stationed on the side of the road in the intersection, probably empty probably going to Praxair on a different route probably broken down, i don't know, it was there too when i came back. Now wondering, if they film me 24, how would have looked if i took that contraption looking like a pipe with two D size batteries and electronics inside from the ground, took it inside, took it apart to measure voltages etc.. then going there and meeting with that disabled cistern? At Praxair, now Linde, they separate and compress different atmospheric gasses like oxygen, nitrogen, rare gases including Xenon, which is special to Scientology i guess (how many time i got to drive next to those on  Tualatin-Sherwood Hwy cause they transport those on the streets, freeways, in cooled cisterns at atmospheric pressure, identical to the one in these movie scene). Cause Praxair is next to Teton St. I believe the spike in the global market whas when i checked the mole chaser. Wheel click to enlarge images.

2:06 Many Hungarians who served their country have statues... Tilted cross?

3:13 My phone is acting crazy, camera settings keep changing. Needs a reset but i can't because i have to keep some sensitive stuff in there, for a while.

Just came with Angela. They were some debris in the middle lane right in front of the complex entrance. I could not stop because Angela is very impatient at this hour. Instead, went on foot, a quart of mile to the entrance to see. On my own there, some people were moving right in front of me, getting in my way while a plane was whining in the sky. Same back, though a helicopter, kids playing hide and seek among cars and running with me for minutes. It was some broken ceramic. Showed it to Angela who was washing the plant, i threw it in the grass, it bounced and went under the wheels of a van here. I don't know if i ever enunciated this theory. Bullism propagates, also creates self destructive behavior.

I tried to fix a while ago the radiator of the car with epoxy putty. Last time it lasted almost 2 years. This time, i did it with the car hot and coolant under pressure and the putty looked old with crystalized stuff in it and then drove the car after one hour. Now it started a tiny leak, again.

Earlier. I did the whole 3 mile, did not realize school started. A tall woman limping accompanied me all the time in the hospital parking lot. Weird LPNs everywhere. Kids in the big field at the school yelling and screaming in English like in foreign language. Across the river in the park again at a construction site some power tool sounding like a machine gun. When i was about done, at the construction zone across from kindergarten. In a corner, a cistern was wetting the dusty soil. All of a sudden a bunch of  huge machines (like people here at the complex when i pass), bulldozers, trailers started to move but only where the soil was dry, filling the air with dust that was flying in my direction. Didn't have any choice but walk and breath through the dust for about 5 minutes.
I will repeat it over and over. Everybody who lives and acts in this area is foreigner, either from Japan or Hungary. While Romanians (and Bulgarians) are the only people from EU that can't get in the US without a visa, neighboring Hungarians can.

5:33 CFR Marfă, la fel ca și Călători este o societate comercială pe acțiuni, prestează servicii pentru care încasează bani, nu este subordonată Ministerului Transporturilor, nu primește subvenții de la stat și nu are nici o legătură cu bugetul Ministerului Transporturilor. Pe pagina Wikipedia chiar sunt afișate niște profituri, de ordinul milioanelor. Din când în când apar articole care implică aceasta (că ar aparține de MT) doar pentru a arăta ceva activitate sau treabă a ministrului (a-i da importanță). 90% din bugetul acestui minister, (variabil, de până la 30 miliarde de lei anual, sau 6 miliarde de euro, numai la un minister, pentru o sumă similară Ceaușescu ne-a făcut pe toți să răbdăm de foame 7 ani, un miliard=1000 milioane) dispare.

Situații similare și la alte ministere mari. Asta este miza schimbării atât de dese a guvernelor, distragerea, nebăgarea de seamă pentru furtul masiv la nivel de stat.

10:47 The great state of White Shinto

11:17 Citind știrile. Mergeam odată cu trenul de la Iași la Bacău. Îl căutam pe naș și nu-l găseam și am ajuns la primul vagon și unul din cei doi mecanici era coborât și m-a invitat să merg cu... locomotiva. Nu cred că a făcut-o pentru bani, cred că treaba a fost aranjată ca eu să văd, deși au acceptat bani, cam cât dădeam la naș (nu vreau să comentez că de ce nu aveau studenții reducere ca să nu se înroleze la cursul de corupție care însemna călătoria cu nașul). Și am văzut. Locomotivă diesel electrică (un fel de hibrid de azi, dar fără baterii). Nu uit fiindcă am trecut dintr-un capăt în altul printr-un culoar și am văzut cilindrii uriași cam de 1-2 metri diametru care parcă se agitau într-un zgomot infernal. Atunci am aflat prima dată că avea 4000 CP. Mai erau celelalte diesel hidraulice de 2400 CP. Alea erau pe trenul Iași Dorohoi. Iar cele electrice îmi amintesc vag că parcă erau de 7000 CP. Nu mai știu sigur dacă la Pașcani s-a schimbat locomotiva pe electric și m-au mutat ei tot în locomotivă dar îmi amintesc că de la Pașcani la Bacău, în afară de Roman, unde acceleratul oprea, viteza era de 120 kmh, am văzut tot timpul pe vitezometru în afară poate de unele restricții, puține. Nu părea. Nu aș fi știut niciodată. Cei doi vorbeau între ei. Când apărea un semafor, unul spunea verde, altul spunea "confirm verde", etc.. Frâna era pneumatică, "pe invers" adică dacă vroiau să frâneze, lăsau aer afară din sistem, astfel dacă se defecta compresorul nu rămâneau fără frână, etc..

Ca trenul să poată merge cu aceea viteză, este nevoie de întreținerea permanentă normală a șinelor și macazelor. Aliniere și compactare adică. Țin minte tot așa înainte de 89 am văzut utilaje, drezine, ceva (nu sunt inginer constructor) care răscoleau pietrele de granit cât oul, de sub șine, pe unde treceau, probabil ca să ridice sau să niveleze șinele. Dacă se putea face atunci, de ce nu se poate acum? La 10 mii de km de cale ferată cât are România, la 30 mii de euro/km, totul ar costa 300 milioane de euro și s-ar dubla sau tripla viteza medie de deplasare a mărfurilor și persoanelor. Dacă s-ar aloca de la Bugetul de Stat, normal, ar fi o mică fărâmă adică 5% din cei 6 miliarde de euro disponibili numai anul acesta la Transporturi, din care Drulă a cheltuit deja jumătate (3 miliarde de euro, pe ce), alte ministere ca Dezvoltare cu alte bugete care dispar, etc..