January 18

5:37 For some reason, those with modified exhaust also like to idle their cars vehicles tanks in the morning, instead of just leaving. Probably waiting for the engine to heat up so they can defog their windshield. But to me, there's no rush like getting my ears pumped rhythmically like 5 times a second early in the morning for 10 minutes at the time, because they are several, and when one finishes, another one starts.

10:19 It's been more than a month since the app_ointment at DMV where i had to take a VIN inspection, up_lied for a title, registration and custom LPN. Custom, a lorem ipsum one, because last time they gave me one with JKB, and ever since, everywhere i go i see around me only variants, including KGA and things like thad. (And Oregon unlike neighboring California and Washington has very large numbers and letters on the plates!).

200 dollars cost me the option and they gave me a temporary permit that is good for 4 months, waiting for the plates that are coming i think from a firm in Canada that does all Oregon DMV plates. So i stuck the permit on the rear windshield, lower left, as the law says, however, that is an area where the windshield gets fogged and the ordinary paper they printed the permit on gets wet and when i dries it wrinkles and depending on weather, with the fog on top becomes unreadable and attracts cops that follow me for miles during my trips.

11:50/9:50 The guy on the left here i just attempted to (re)match with a Hungarian actor is the leader of the local chapter of Social Democrat Party of Romania in the county immediately south of Bucharest. It is said he is the protector of gangs that terrorize that area and implicitly Bucharest. It is said Police is on their payroll. I saw some of the faces of the gangsmen, that seem to be bodybuilders from Hungary, Romanians (what's left of them, most are gone to work in Europe) seem not be able to understand nobody is building that kinda muscles (which BTW need to be maintained, otherwise they're gone, they melt away in a few months) without many hours a day of work, a rigorous discipline and diet, which gangsters can't possibly follow. Last thing they did, probably not real, though the terror is real, was the killing (on security cameras) of a maxi taxi driver who tried to catch one of them after he punctured one of his tires, closely following my story with the accident on August 21st that started with a punctured tire here at the apartment two days before, a story that seems to have been doubled (meme) like many others. Is this guy Japanese?

One more "upgrade" of the part of blogger (google) i discovered after i re-formatted last paragraph, when all my links have been reset to blogger, prompting those who were not logged in into google to log in, making it look like a phishing attempt. Good thing i discovered it after just a few minutes. But what do you expect, it's free. Anybody remembers when they discontinued g+ and erased thousands of my posts? (not feeling sorry for all of them, some were early garbage, some were not).

3:50 Mold smell up to the roof in the last couple of hours. I went and picked many garbage items from the red carpet around building. When i took them to the bin, i found a fresh dog poo on the asphalt, ready to be smashed and spread all over by a wheel of a car, so i had to go and pick it too with a piece of cardboard that didn't quite work from the first attempt. Now i don't feel like making our daily salad anymore. BTW, had another dysphagia earlier, canned kippers (kinda cooked dry) by the brand Polar from Germany. My stomach was full already but still not satisfied. Mold smell inside, smoked fish smell, gas in my belly and some loud noise outside that started in those seconds i ate, all put together did it. And yes, the (imaginary) Arians in the parking lot at Grocery Outlet (a symbol of german correctitude, where i got the kippers) in Lincoln city were all very upset because of this.

Ordered a part for my car on January 6 on ebay. Apparently the seller was in Korea, they shipped it for free by DHL, been sitting in PDX airport? for 4 days, didn't want to be early?

4:32 If i understand that in the morning they have to heat up the engine to defog windshields, then why the same idling time in the afternoon, usually when one of us is eating?

5:00 Cigarette smoke outside from one of the neighbors. Enough to make me sneeze, inside.

5:06/3:06 E mult timp de când n-am mai scris vreo etimologie a zilei, dar nu mă pot opri să mă întreb. De unde a venit cuvântul culturism în limba română? Un cuvânt care m-a intrigat de prima dată când l-am auzit, mi se părea că eram așa de incult pentru că nu îl știam, și eram atât de prost hrănit ca să nu pot urma îndemnul, o etimologie nefericită din franceză, pentru că francezii sunt mult mai nuanțați și mai școliți (tot ei ne-au dat și tradiția bacalaureatului greu și complicat), îmi imaginez că în mintea lor nu apare așa ușor confuzia lingvistică de tip subliminal între cultură și culturism. Sau poate a fost o strâmbă și pe la ei, ajunsă foarte ușor la noi. În engleză, e bodybuilding, mult (nimic) mai intuitiv. LOL încă una, chiar aici pe pagină "dans un but esthétique"! (Nu găsesc cuvântul în FRET (alta), ca să știu când a intrat în limba franceză).

6:30/4:30 Tocmai spuneam, un pic prea mult pentru mintea noastră bidimensională, eurocentrică! (Am vrut să spun și ex-temporală, dar nu pot fiindcă timpul e o iluzie).

6:41 Talking about eurocentrism. I think i saw this type of ornament before, but this one's got a dharmachakra right in the middle. BTW, had never time to follow this idea. Is Pebber Brown Egon Poka? And this one jut came to me. Was Pebber Brown at one time thin enough to fit in Buckethead's costume?

9:12 From the mailbox. Choc o lot.

It's all about love, always. For this to happen, she should have been born maybe in 1961. Usually birth dates for actors in Hungary are accurate, but who knows for sure. Thing is, she's cute and not very heavy. Cuter in reality, pictures don't make her justice. Wondering how many o...s she had while riding on that pinned horsey ;) or unicorn or whatever by the smile she gave me when i asked her something.

The unicorn gave her the ride just because she was so drunk she couldn't walk the first half of the 10 miles back home. Never in real danger, the whole team with cameras and stuff was probably in the woods nearby. I miss you Posha. And those times. I really do. If only i knew!

About choking. With love. I was indeed feeling kinda weird, daydreaming, when i started to sneeze. Whole area between buildings again flooded with smoke. I tried to step in known areas, but my foot was going to deep, could not seal the holes. So i just grabbed my blue tub and went and scrapped some soil from the higher area near the hydrant, while the small white van with two Japanese guys, always present when i go outside was flashing yellow lights while blocking the area. One dog dragged a woman near me and started to bark, scarying me. Then the guy upstairs, who wasn't here for almost a month, came. I think i know why. Market went down seriously both in the US and Japan after posting the Lakshmi match. Unintended i swear. Angela's got a 401k plan where she lost today 2000 dollars, 2000 more in the previous days.

January 17

11:27 Last couple of days. Finger size micro holes right under siding, coresponding to larger holes, deeper under. Woke up feeling paralyzed and some difficutly breathing. Just went outside and plugged a couple of those.

2:05 Holiday enough for the stock market (a public entity) and all federal agencies including postal service and many private companies to be closed, but not enough for corporations like Eaton, where Angela works.

I left for a walk about an hour ago. I was so sick from the smoke or mold coming from the holes around the building i didn't know if i could make it. It felt like i had no weight. I picked some garbage from around building though. But part of the walk was through hospital's parking lot, i figured if i faint and fall somebody will take me to ER, my only goal is to get out of here and breath some air. Then on Borland, a bunch of Teslas, 4 or 5, or one out of 20 cars. I don't believe  5% of all cars on streets are Tesla now. I remembered it when i got back home and saw that battery operated car toy for kids "parked" and abandoned in a visible place on the alley. There was also this guy @20 with brown skin and mask, parading, moving his hands with blue nitrile gloves on like at a military parade. Next to main area of the park, near the pond, garbage smoke or maybe smoke containing dug dung or fur.

4:28 First pictures done with my new moto E7i. Can't control metering area, exposure compensation shifted seriously towards low, last 2 pictures still overexposed. So far it looks the camera app is worse then at the e7 2020.

8:13/6:13/5:13 Switching Twin Towers fron one cross point to the other in the grid of rule of thirds And since i'm drunk already and heaven is still locked (since Adam and Even had to leave, remember) Nobel prize winner (of all he probably knows),
10:25 I ate a lot of pizza, wanted to go for a walk to lower blood sugar. This whole complex is occupied by ninja, they played at least 10 different tricks to me on my way to the street and back. Most important, at the locker. There was one open door. I closed it using my phone (physically), then i put in my code. The door opened for me just on top of control panel, so i didn't have to move to pick it.

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.