January 15

12:51 I just finished watching browsing, can't stand some of the melodramatic longer scenes, a few episodes of sci-fi series Pandora, first aired December 2020. Yes with Priscilla Ann Quintana in the role of Jax, Jacqueline, "Pandora". It's about how the last Pandora, the one who believes in the future of this Universe and tries to save it from destruction by the Ancients.

1:50  The reason i stopped watching was got my nose congested by some sort of pungent air born mold that was coming from outside. I think what happened is wind breeze shifted and i went and picked that empty soda can in front of one of the patios here in the building.

9:33 Was doing dishes using blue nitrile gloves (my hands dry a lot after i soak them in water for a long time) after i soaked using the same gloves the always wet in the winter aluminum windows' frames with borax (don't really know if it's going to stick there), second most powerful antifungal after chlorine (borax is not toxic to humans, it is used to preserve caviar). Don't use dishwasher anymore since i last cleaned it. That thing will get contaminated after one use only. I had my main door open to air the room when somebody came at the door. A USPS guy looking like dr. Fauci? (only saw his face with my peripheral view, was embarrassed of wearing gloves full of grease) gave me my new phone, a Moto e7i Power and then asked for my name. Didn't have a mask on. Last time i looked on Amazon yesterday and there was no estimate delivery date for the phone just the range, 14-19. First i thought it was a part for my car i bought from ebay that comes with "free fast DHL" from Korea, estimated 19, Amazon puts stuff usually in the locker next to office. Curiously enough, got the same type of phone i ordered from newegg about a week ago and they did put it in the Amazon locker. Got me thinking. Should i now open this Pandora's box?

BTW i wasn't wearing a mask. Got so mad i ruined my omelet. Was thinking. It is not the first time when i brush with this clown. Last summer at Liquor store in Tualatin (yes, Oregon is one of the few states that sells liquor in separate stores, owned by "state accredited operators") he was acting as a sales person, wouldn't handle my bottle (after i touched it and took it to the register) after i briefly removed my mask he gave me (i forgot mine in the car) to leak my fingers cause i could not remove my card with my dry hands from my wallet.

Something i never wrote since yesterday. I came from my walk, relaxing, getting drunk, i put some videos with Sade trying to refresh the times and places i met with Anca Parghel. First in a camp for kids, Bucșoaia, not far from Câmpulung, for a few minutes only. She was one year older than me, but taller which i could not stand. I think she said she was attending the music school in Suceava. At the sea side at the end of HS in Mamaia in 1979. I was in the last days of my stay in a tent there, had no money, not even for cigarettes.

That summer i first worked, then a couple of school mates and neighbors came to me and asked me to go with them in a trip by train around the country  (one cheap long distance "loop" ticket). After i nearly drowned at Sulina, swam too far in the sea and had a cramp at one my legs, we went in a camp with tents in Mamaia. Here she came and told me in English she was Arab from Iraq, and had a brother at Tehnoton, she had a sports coat over her white flax dress saying Tehnoton on it, never knew there was an arab guy at my HS, or maybe i heard, vaguely from Caleap (the nick name of my classmate that looked like Freddy Mercury), i think she gave me a cigarette and said and she would give me money to take her to a restaurant which at first shocked me (was a very very naive and shy kid). She had a wallet full of hundreds, expensive cigarettes. After much hesitations of my part, we went to a restaurant and after drinking a few glasses of wine, she swept the table with her hand, then we danced and she kept falling on the floor. We walked, drunk, all night in Mamaia from one end to the other, while she was yelling all the time "I don't like Nicolae Ceaușescu!", especially when a street cop was nearby and i felt like i wanted the ground to open for me to fall in and hide. For some reason i don't understand to this day, she was shaking every time i kissed her. At dawn we found ourselves sitting in the sand next to the camp where my tent was and she left, after she wrote my address in a card (Yeah, since i first heart Norah Jones song i thought it was about that). Third time. In the bar at Lucky Eagle on New Year's eve, two or three years ago, her, the bartender, me, the only customer. None of those times i knew who she was.

In those moments i started to hear a big commotion outside. First, wasn't paying much attention, in my drunk daydreaming youtube party while Angela was sleeping. However it got louder and louder, like thundering (comparable if not louder than the 20 ton garbage trucks shaking the bins on Thursdays) and started to feel dust in my eyes and throat. A guy with a big truck and heavy trailer was driving around the complex, making a very big loud noise every time he was hitting one of the numerous speed bumps and shaking the buildings. He went like that until it got me mad, more than 20 minutes i guess until Angela woke up and asked what's happening. I was thinking to go outside to confront him, call the Police, whatever. In the end he stopped, i put back the wet towels on top of filters, mopped the floor, but the harm was already done. In the next hours, whole body inflammation set in. First i was nauseated then i started to eat like crazy, to calm my stomach. I tried to open Pandora on Amazon but after a few seconds i remembered the unusually body shaped young woman walking and jogging next to me on the street just before i came home and spent the rest of the evening until 2:30 doing searches, with some success. I woke up this morning after 5 and a half hours of sleep, groggy with pains everywhere, while Angela is at work (happy to make some extra money). And then, "dr.Fauci" at my door. Isn't this already enough for one guy's beginning of the weekend?

5:56 There are two ways that i know of to return to Amazon. One, with code, no box, no label, at the UPS store in Lake Oswego, one mile or one freeway exit away. The other with box and printed label (actually i had to attach three of them) at the Whole Foods Market Amazon Hub in Lake Oswego some 6 miles away on a narrow winding road and inconfortable road through the hills (Main label is minimalist, with Whole Market address and a code). And that because i was inspired enough to use google maps. The other way that i knew, I5, Kruse way, Country Rd and downtown LO is probably more than twice the distance. However, had to pass through McVey Ave. Me spelling in my mind. McVey, McVey, McVey while returning a phone that has a warning label about the half charged lithium battery inside.

Don't know the exact criteria, but these are the options you're given. Could be the price. The more expensive items you return with box and label at the Whole Foods. I only returned once there, the new tires i didn't needed no more, the day after the accident. The tires came without a box, and i put the label on top of the old label, in there, they found a box for me, but it was a favor. This time it was the Moto e6. Because after, i found an e7, cheaper, newer and better, first on newegg and then also on Amazon. Big difference in latency. BTW, not all searches are obvious on Amazon. I did google searches after i searched on Amazon and didn't find items and found them at... Amazon. This time, i searched for the exact type, letter by letter and found it after i knew of it.

Nobody was asking for receipts, i didn't ask for one, they didn't offer, i came back home and checked the status of the return on Amazon and was unchanged (no return initiated). Tried chatting with the reps at Amazon, they were clueless, without even looking at the order and return, had to give them the detail i was returning to an Amazon hub. They said i should have asked for a receipt, so i rushed back there and asked for one. There they said they "could not print one there", should look in the email. I bought on Angela's account, didn't have her email on my phone. Went back home, found the email. If i looked, i would have spared one trip. Or if the Amazon guys told me to look.

BTW, just went outside, the space between buildings is flooded with smoke, could not find an obvious source, but noticed one thing, one more time out of 1000. When there's much smoke outside, and i go like a crazy and step on soft areas of the soil, nobody else is outside. Though the next building is all lit up, can't see no one moving, like they usually so do when i go outside. Not even the retired police dog at second floor which use to watch me from above and sometimes barking at me. Nobody passing. Not even modified exhaust cars. Just an airliner flying very low, kinda quiet. I guess they protect their own.

8:53/6:53 Postarea aceasta și efortul de a o realiza sunt dedicate tuturor celor care și-a pierdut locul de muncă în România, familiilor lor, din cauza acestor shinobi.

12:57/10:57 Closed captions. Un nume ciudat pentru ceva foarte practic. Toate televizoarele americane, chiar și cele mai ieftine aveau această setare, chiar de acum 26 de ani când am venit în SUA. Dacă le activezi, îți apare în partea de jos a ecranului, pe o bandă, textul rostit în scris. Tot în engleză, dar scris. Pentru cei care nu aud. Este mult mult mai ușor să înțelegi un film, dacă ai făcut ceva engleză la școală decât dacă numai auzi. Și pentru faptul că majoritatea toți actorii de pe ecran nu sunt de fapt vorbitori de limbă engleză. Sunt unguri, cu identități engleze, americane, etc., învață și ei fonetic frazele pe care le rostesc, dar nu sună natural, deși uneori se străduiesc să imite chiar accentele locale, în afară de puține cazuri, mai mult cântăreți, când sunt japonezi. Deci căutați această opțiune și activați-o, dacă nu înțelegeți filmele.

2:16 The smoke in the space between buildings yesterday had an animal dung component. I can feel the effects (smell) now.

January 14

6:50 As soon as Angela left (5:45) the place filled with smoke, makes me nauseated. It comes from a distance, not from around the apartment. I think i'm gonna go for a walk, come back in half hour or so.

Bunty Bailey (o cântăreață și actriță de Bela).

7:35 I went for a short walk then i picked trash from around the building, but some is too close to patios (half empty soda can).

11:55 Ieri am pomenit niște titluri de carte ale unui scriitor maghiar care între 2000 și 2004 a fost vicepreședintele Uniunii Scriitorilor din Ungaria. Virginitatea Silviei, Sex în sufragerie, titluri din astea. Mă miram că având aceste titluri și numai 4 cărți scrise a avut funcția respectivă. Am căutat și înălțimea lui pentru că bănuiesc că după 2012 când "s-a sinucis" a apărut pe aici, deghizat în femeie de serviciu, instalatoare, chestii din astea și am dat peste poza aceea ciudată, tipic ungurească, pe care am pus-o ieri.

Deci am dat un search căci uitasem cum se scrie Sylvia în engleză (nici acum nu știu sigur, cu e la urmă? și ciudățenie, google m-a atenționat că răspunsurile ar putea fi deocheate, asta probabil de la vreo Sylvia cu ceva legături cu porno, sau poate o legătură făcută de google pe Transilvania, sub un pretext din ăsta.

Chestia m-a enervat puțin, adică, dai un search pe un nume oarecare și google îți trimite răspunsuri din astea, și am pus link-ul la căutarea respectivă să vadă și alții. Dar din cauză de multe multe link-uri pe care le pun eu pe aici, sau poate, sabotaj, am pus link-ul greșit (nu ducea nicăieri, dar nu înțeleg cum am putut să scriu link-ul astfel), iar azi când am încercat din nou căutarea pe Sylvia google a modificat chestia, deci nu mai apare atenționarea aceea și probabil nici rezultatele respective. În orice caz, azi mă uit în știri și văd faza cu alpinista Silvia Murgescu, care zic ei, s-a întâmplat pe 12, deci cu o zi înainte (nu știu sigur, fiindcă eu noi aici pe coasta de vest suntem cu 10 ore în urmă față de ora României). Ăsta e doar un exemplu din multele. Practic oamenii iau tot ce scriu eu și fac creează, din nimic, tot felul de legături și aluzii, care atunci când sunt văzute de cei care citesc ce scriu, îi fac să  uite, pentru că ei pun chestii tari, emoționale. A murit o alpinistă româncă drăguță, ce mai contează titlul unei cărți sau un scriitor ungur care s-a sinucis în Ungaria pentru a apărea ca transvestit în SUA, mai precis Tualatin, Oregon? Sau poate n-a murit, doar au retras-o înapoi în Ungaria. Eu numesc chestia asta "dublare" și se întâmplă în știri și de zece ori pe zi sau mai mult, practic la orice scriu mai important.

M-am "luat" zilele astea de Șoșoaca, ultima catastrofă din politica românească, s-a dus "George Simion" la Timișoara să forțeze intrarea într-o clădire și m-aș mira dacă ar fi condamnat, ca orice fraier român, etc.. "George Simion" și "Șoșoaca", ce ne lipsea, cei mai gălăgioși clovni pe care i-a avut vreodată România.

12:30/10:30 Am scris în engleză că ieri seara (acum vreo 14 ore) m-am înecat cu pește. Sunt mai multe feluri de a te îneca, disfagia (și e posibil să aibă legătură cu diabetul, care creează o ușoară pareză la esofag) este atunci când inghiti ceva și reflexul de înghițire, o chestie foarte complexă, cu coordonare de mulți mușchi, pe care noi nici n-o observăm, nu mai funcționează. Dar pe lângă pareză e nevoie de o iritare a esofagului care de obicei se face cu praf mineral ascuțit (sunt mii și milioane de feluri de praf) și cu vapori de acid clorhidric din stomac, care ajung în esofag din cauză de hernie hiatală, spori de mucegai deranjați și inhalați, fumuri, zgomote, stres puternic, etc..). Deci am mâncat pește foarte uscat (se întâmplă de obicei și cu carne de vită slabă), s-a oprit în esofag, m-am dus la baie, două degete în gât, eram destul de beat, există riscul ne-coordonării manevrei și înecării plămânilor cu conținut din acela, un alt tip de înecare, propriu zis (așa se spune că au murit mulți, din care "Marin Preda, Jimi Hendrix, Nicu Ceaușescu" s-a înecat cu sânge de la o hemoragie pe esofag, etc.), mă rog, în vreo 5  minute mi-a trecut chestia, dar mă durea locul (esofagul, stomacul) după care am pus iar prosoapele ude deasupra filtrelor, pentru praful fin care apăruse neobservat, care au fost luate pentru o zi.

Azi mi-a venit chef să mănânc broccoli cu brânză cu smântână (cottage cheese aici, foarte ieftină, o iau și de obicei stă prin frigider săptămâni și se strică, dar azi chiar am avut chef) deci m-am dus, am pus un deget de apă și o căpățână de broccoli într-o tigaie ceramică unde a fiert mai mult în aburi, dar am avut nevoie de cănița pentru mujdei în care erau doar două bucățele de pește rămase de ieri (noi păstrăm mujdeiul de pe o zi pe alta într-o căniță ieftină de IKEA acoperită cu folie) și nu știu de ce, mi-am amintit faza cu Sade. La un an nou, într-un cazinou Lucky Eagle din statul Washington (confuzie de nume cu capitala) de la nord de Oregon, niște locuri mirifice (iarnă cu conifere și câmpuri cu tufe înghețate pe mlaștini pe lângă ocean și pâlcuri de babe ceață de care te îndrăgostești la prima vedere) m-am dus la bar (și băutura acolo e mai ieftină, poate și din cauză că teoretic ar trebui să fie acolo mulți scoțieni și irlandezi, chiar, Lucky Eagle e aproape de o localitate Aberdeen (de pe unde se spune că era "Kurt Cobain") și am văzut o barmaniță, cam plinuță, un pic trecută deși destul de înaltă și cam stângace în a manipula sticlele care semăna cu Sade. Nu știam ce să comand (nu prea eram eu dus la baruri pe atunci), până când am văzut-o, întâmplător, că a umblat cu o sticlă de Cabernet Liberty Creek (cel mai ieftin de la WinCo) și mi-am făcut curaj și am cerut un Port Wine (adică puțin Cabernet cu puțin coniac), ce beam eu pe atunci acasă ca să mă îmbăt repede și ieftin. La care ea s-a făcut că nu știe ce e acela, sau poate nici nu știa, și i-am arătat eu de pe telefon rețeta, mă rog, prețul a fost ieftin, m-am îmbătat și mai tare și am făcut un gest ne-controlat, de a mă ridica pe scaunul înalt cu ajutorul barelor din poză, care erau mai aproape atunci, la care tipa a simulat că s-a speriat că am vrut să sar peste bar la ea și a fugit (eram doar noi doi în ditamai barul în noaptea aceea de anul nou, poză făcută cu altă ocazie). Regret și acum, pentru că tipa era foarte nice, îmi plăcea să stau de vorbă cu ea, mă gândeam vag (din cauză de băutură) că poate era chiar Sade și au plătit-o să vină ca glumă (prank) sau poate Sade e tot o cântăreață unguroaică.

Dar pe când făceam mujdei (pentru broccoli) am uitat de Sade când am văzut pe fereastra de tip ușă dublă de la sufragerie tipul de la maintenance care umbla cu o pompă (da din alea care am văzut ieri pe scaunul din spate la un truck cu extended cab în parcare) și stropea pentru buruieni prin jurul clădirii, în ianuarie. Cred că totul a fost aranjat, căci dacă mă înecam iar cu pește din acela, puteau shinobi să zică că mi-au făcut ei ceva. Ei de fapt sunt non-violenți (în afara prafurilor, fumurilor, zgomotelor care sunt spirite, nu chestii materiale), fac doar rearanjamente și sincronicități. Și știu să cheme cârtițele. Dar am mestecat încet, cu grijă, am mâncat și peștele și broccoli și totul a trecut. Apropo am vrut foarte mult să merg de revelion în locurile acela dar era temperatura sub zero grade, pericol de drumuri înghețate, Angela nu a vrut. Între timp, am aflat cine e. Anca ParGel.

Xenu also known as Xemu or simply Zamo

January 13

2:45 Could this guy be the handywoman?

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..

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 done intended.

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).

"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 idiotically criminally designed aluminum frame windows which have so many intricacies (corners) that are almost impossible to clean. Because of that today among other symptoms i had all day an irritated esophagus (mold eliminating from lungs into esophagus) and when i ate some dry overcooked fish (my fault), probably combined with a large generous exhaust noise, had another dysphagia episode. Was so mad about the manipulations i detect in every bit of media i look at, went for a walk. A stinking exhaust passed me on the empty street, and then next to the tennis club, some guy was using a power tool with many dB (at 10 PM), a noisy low flying plane (just figured, the synth in the song may indeed suggest a didgeridoo like in oh so many other songs since they invented synths) passed and an out of place guy, making weird gestures, i got my nasal mucous membrane irritated, vacuum in my lungs when breathing in through an congested nose, which was sucking my heart up until i got some palpitations, dizziness, tried to call Angela, but she didn't have signal (low cost version of T-mobile) and then remembered and started to breath on my mouth. Something that happened tonight, the 1000th times since i am in the US. Usually both events makes you forget everything else for the rest of the day and week (yes you guessed not quite anymore to me).

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.

January 12

9:37 Yesterday i was thinking. Haven't seen the handywoman around here for a month or so. Actually, i know she's a man, an opera singer from Hungary, but i forgot which. Think i wrote on fb once, i will try to find out. Woke this morning about 15 minutes ago in a choking smell. Went to check. Everything i've done yesterday was in place. Stepped around the corner, in front of the sliding doors. I saw a mound right under the bedroom's window where i was sleeping. Blinds were closed. It would have taken me 2-3 minutes to flat level all the mounds but lately i decided to document every mound that i see so i turned around to get the phone. One ft away from the 7 stairs at the entrance, with a phone in one hand, a blue hoodie and jeans, was the silhouetto of the handywoman. Back turned on me, she looked up at the apartment above and then she left, never letting me to see her face. Went and took the pictures. They were actually 4 mounds.

They are very hard to capture on camera. First right under the left side of the window.

This image came blurry, i was anxious to finish to get back in line of sight (had the blinds open now, could see inside) and moved the phone.

This one is right lower side of the picture. Further away but still within the laminar thermal flow on the surface of soil and towards the building (now wind whatsover).

She was right at the begining of the stairs on the left of the picture.

12:27 Right extreme comes from the naive self righteous and tired from work "patriots" who delegate their "will" to always dubious leaders which always leads to most serious blunders. I can't believe those from Romania actually believe they can rent apartments here and act as they wish. It's all a trick, that beside proving their impotence, bothers me as well creating some more problems besides the problems i already have. I saw SSoaca endangering one of the feeble balconies a couple of times. There is a guy who talks aloud on the phone all day. A guy walking his white beard on the alleys. All fake, all meant to divert their efforts. My advice. Do something else right there, do not get involved in politics remotely, real politics requires rested, smart, desperate and comfortless people and most of all: do not delegate.

2:59 I know what "she" was looking at. The plastic foil i put under the stairs so red dust carried on his shoes won't fall on our deck and get carried inside by thermal flow under door. It was days before the guy upstairs disappeared, again. Or maybe at the dying plant, trying to suggest. All smells, smoke, mold and dust is coming from that plant. I was complaining of smoke and dust forever, the plant has been there only since last fall.

That has been there for weeks, i think it's retaliation because i took yesterday pictures on the streets and especially the bearded guy at the recyclables.

BTW, what's in that truck?

3:22 Today there was a choking smoke in the air. I thought it's only here around the building so i left for a walk but it lasted all the way until i reached the school on Borland. I knew about the shooting range nearby, but never heard anything like today. Semi automatic sequences, i think ten shots at half second interval, than 30 seconds silence, for about an hour. It was audible here, and one mile away basically all my 3 miles trip. When i crossed the alley next to stairs from 65th at the hospital, they were a number of cars that stopped trying to let me pass. But every time a person was falsely signaling me to pass, there was a car coming from the opposite direction. When i got back i saw 3 fighter jets flying above, rather quietly, at first one, then two others in close formation.

6:28 Wasting time, searching for fb posts. On March 4 last year @ the time the guy upstairs moved here i got on the door a notice saying that i have to remove the plywood box with two tires from the balcony. For weeks after, there was a piece of plywood in the street for everybody to drive over. Then i had the leak in the bathroom from upstairs and forgot bout. I threw the tires away because i had no room to keep them. One had an unfixable flat and one was still good, had like 20k more to go.

On August 19 i had again here in the parking lot a flat on the right rear. That tire was at the end of its life, and had the rim damaged (or so they showed me at les Schwab). There they couldn't find a similar tire in that day so they installed my spare. If i had that tire in the balcony, i would have used it and avoided the accident that happened 2 days later. The newly ordered tires arrived at my door the day after the accident. This was the guy who handled my tire that day at les Schwab.

It's been several hours after the irritating smoke that was on since i woke up stopped (BTW had a dysphagia episode because of it when i had breakfast) but i'm still incapacitated by it. My eyes hurt and can't think much.

8:21 Ok this is what "she" was looking at... I put some tape between beams so dust won't fall off every time he comes or leaves or the wind blows etc..

January 11

11:48 Can't make much sense right now of these images as i am... severely impaired. But i know i will forget if i don't write it here right now. The digging and expelling of the ground is always accompanied by a rumble in the distance, a big engine, maybe 1/4 miles away that can't be heard outside door but makes the walls resonate. It's almost impossible to record because of very low frequency. Ok i'll try to write it down.

First, lots of soil have been expelled under an area where siding meets foundation, at an angle. There is some space between siding and foundation that i filled with cut foam, however the foam has been moved and it's loose, got to put something else in there. I went and tried to step on that mound, it stuck on my shoes, went back inside, the rumble started again and then the "plug" that i made with my shoes has been cracked. Then i went, removed about half bucket of red soil, took inside, mixed with cement and put it back.
8:14 Nu cred că Rajk a murit atunci. Cred că a fost trimis în România cu o misiune. Și pare să fie japonez.

8:16 Smoke made its way here. Went back outside, found a hole under siding, put a piece of cut foam in it. Took one bucket of soil from around the corresponding hole in the ground. The hole under had like 3-4 inches diameter for a distance of one meter, too big for a mole (i think). I added some cement in the soil and put it back, and the level is now lower, because of the missing soil (the space of the hole). While doing that i had the confirmation (by the smell) that the smoke is actually made with dog dung. Also they started to move, cars and SUVs parking across. Sirens. I got so mad because of sirens (and also by being high) i was thinking getting in the car and to the ER across 65th Ave to see if it was real, but then they stopped. Put a small amount of chlorine in the tub, soaked the towels and put them on top of filters. The high is from the protozoa that survives the fire and flies as aerosol and gets into my gut. The two bulges next to my ears are actually my parotid glands infected with the T-gondii.

9:18 Found something else instead. How Japanese schoolgirls looked in 1941.

9:46 Went back outside. Soil was pushed a bit. Smoke now smelled more like pine tree and/or camphor. See you later, gator!

Crushing the (red) nuts?

Every time i go for walks or for a drive i see one of these. Or more. KGA, KGB. The rest are derived. It looks to me like everyone in the area is involved, not having anything better to do. I've been trying for a long time to catch one, they are too fast for my phone camera to get ready. Today i was so mad i was just taking pictures randomly so i caught it for you.

I went for walks in there for a year or so, never seen any turtles or people speeding (the simulated people of Tualatin are too good to do that). But i know they inspired the new trend with backpacks. 11:45 For my "friends" at the Guardian: Most (re)tardises are dimensionally transcendent.