August 13

12:30 No sign of compassion of snakes towards humans. As i came from a long walk, taking pictures and recording audio, there was no way of me syncing with her. She got out of her building after i picked the mail walking slowly in a pace she could meet me at the hydrant in front of our door as i was looking at her and recording so she can hear. Her "husband" yelled at me several times in the past "quit following my daughter" after "the daughter" got in my way many times (daily, at some times) in a similar manner, oftenly dressed in pajamas or night gowns.

Also because earlier. I finally took the picture of the red Toyota with GRU licence plate number (LPN) at the main entrance of the complex. As pictures show, the car's been sitting there unmoved for a long time. (red car, red head, the doubling or superseding the information)

11:32 (picture time stamp). The bad Jews are robing and hacking.

11:29 Picture time. The endless speed bump that took about 6 months to build. I never saw this type of road structure before i came to US. Supposedly slowing down the speeding drivers. The older ones like in front of my building are one ft wide. Which means every car that passes by shakes the dust of the brakes and suspension. A short and sharp one (ah!) cane be seen in the first picture.

If it makes sense on the right side (entering the residential area) it doesn't make on the left, but i guess they have to build it like this since somebody imaginary may drive on the middle of the road, with one wheel up and one down. It also provides a bit of a free roller coaster for all residents, the highlight of their days (can't wait to pass that bump, can't wait to pass that bump!). Also one of the few houses that has no tall wooden fence in the area (it has been removed in about the same time with the bumper being built).

11:27 A little nazi cross like foam object on the side of the road, right after i was passed by a biker with war helmet releasing smoke from behind. I would suggest he should lend the helmet to the occupants of the cars that drive over the bump above. Suggesting. Nazi curb curve yellow dry stuff.

2:54 Real time (PDT, Pacific Daylight Time, not delight). Can't think of nothing but philosophy of objects on which all live, mute allegories are based upon. In Japanese mythology, all objects have a soul (kami).

Truth is presence of objects in certain parts of the universe can alter the course of events there. Let me give you an example.

A while ago the man got a bike. In itself, it can change events, like my mood, when i see it there partly covered, each time in a different way, sending a message. He goes to work with the car, when i open the door i see it and get scared, like someone was there, so it's true, thing's got a kami.

More down to eArth. It provides him with a reason to go there whenever. Today Angela forgot her phone in the car. Wanted to go to pick it, he was there, fiddling with the bike. So Angela shut the door and waited for him to leave. However, he keeps his bike in a spot that it is invisible from our windows. So you have to open the door in order to see him. So now you understand how consequential simply moving one object, like a pawn on a chess table is.

The Sweetest Taboo

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Ed Sheeran.

Don't know exactly when and why drying clothes outside is taboo in the US. It's a cultural thing.

They instead use these electric tumble drier powered by electricity. 6% of total household electricity usage is not that much some would say. Between 100 and 150 dollars a year if you run your drier one hour a day every day for a whole year.

But there's more to it.

When drying using an electric resistance, that resistance heats up to more than you imagine. Though the air is heated to no more than 200 F, in order to do that the heating elements heat much more. In fact, to glowing red temperature. At that temperature the resistance pretty much like those in old furnaces in central ACs in most American homes, looses some of its metal through evaporation, in time getting thinner and needed to be replaced. Which means evaporated heavy metals like nickel and chrome get into your clothes and homes.

Also any tiny piece of dust from inside your home that gets in there burns. And in between these extremes, there's a temperature gradient that has areas where the bacteria remaining from dust gets mutated into weirder strains together with bacteria from laundry heated up by the air that passed through the heating elements that are also selected to most resistant strains by that heat

And the ancient US old top load washers besides using up to 50 gallons (200 liters), regularly less (150 liters) of water per load to wash 5-10 pounds (up to 5 kg of dry laundry), they also don't wash very well (while making the annoying rhythmic sound). Which means that anybody who accidentally breathes "air" that comes out of that drier gets contaminated. It also depends on the temperature of the water used during washing, the amount of detergent and the cycle type.

In our building as per some weird modifications, the vents are at the basement line and are also leaking in the basement. He did laundry all day yesterday starting before midnight Thursday night. After not doing it for months, except once or twice. And i got really really sick in the evening, especially after tasting a few grapes. Infections in the top of my mouth first lead to a headache (from infection propagating to your sinuses), and after that you get pains in my stomach and pancreas areas. You go to your doctor and he prescribes to you strong antacids (as i took for years on the past) and nowadays they are even available over the counter (the "conditions" of course meaning environmental ones and instead of fixing your environment, you take pills).

I remember the first apartment we rented when i moved in the US. Fox Pointe, Vancouver (Washington, near Portland) was next to a coin operated drying room. That's where i got first sick and then crazy. After that we moved to Sussex Village Apartments in Beaverton, Oregon, where we lived for 13 years and our building and windows where also closest to the drying room. In those coin operated drying rooms anybody, not only from the apartments could come and dry anything. Many times i found animals' hairs in the washers, thought it was a pet free complex.

Tiny wounds you have in your mouth from neglected teeth or even each time after eating get infected with different strains during those hours of cooking bacteria in a drier. Bacteria that during a drying cycle gets mutated way faster than your immune system can handle. First you may have a slight nausea or indigestion. But wait until you eat. All that bacteria in your mouth contaminates your food that start fermenting in your stomach. Your stomach acid level goes to the roof and your stomach starts hurting. It also start attacking your pancreas which has a positive pH and not defended  by acid and in time it may lead to diabetes.

Nowadays they have these close circuit driers which do not release "lint" up in the air and use less electricity.

In the previous named post i said we live in a movie-like environment, pretty much like in the Truman show movie. Then why would they do that? Simply, to control, especially me who i am more sensitive to this stuff. Making me sick would make me more manageable. Also for the authenticity of the appearance of a constantly sick person.

I believe they ran out of other means (i cleaned the unused dishwasher pipe that had stalactites of greasy mold in it and was opening in the open sink, i removed the dead squirrel) so they had to do a 24 hours laundry marathon.

But i remember the times when i had a woman neighbor upstairs who also had a tiny dog she was keeping inside, who was constantly bringing laundry from other places (could have had a business) and washing them here, doing many loads a day (around 5 maybe) for more than 6 months.

BTW while i was writing here i heard a noise at my door. Someone came and put a note on it that was repeating what they said in an email last night. There is a four days interval next week when they'll come one day to replace the famous sliding doors. I guess there will be another interval when they'll come to replace the windows as they started at the other buildings.

I dry in a closed circuit using an old drier connected to a window AC used as a dehumidifier. It dries faster and cleaner, since is not pulling air from the apartment to release it outside, air that is constantly contaminated with many things like dog poops left outside, so the clothes won't smell (if i give some manual pushes to the load in the middle of the washing cycle to boost cleaning, that is i pump inside the load with my hand, cycling more water through the laundry).

The smaller lint not caught by the screen, that otherwise would be released outside gets stuck on the front cold radiator of the AC where i connected the exhaust pipe from the drier, and from where i remove it from time to time.

Water dripping from the AC gets collected into a tube and i get about one quart a load.

Air dried, cleaned and cooled in the front or cold side of the AC then gets through a short flexible pipe back inside in the hot radiator in the back or hot side of the AC, heated back up (to no more than 120 F) and from there through another pipe in the intake of the drier. AC acts as a heat pump, storing the energy of the hot air and releasing it back into the drier.

What i'm saying is handy DIY-ers could turn an old drier into a closed circuit one with a cheap or old 150 dollars window AC and a few 4 inch flexible pipes and a couple of plastic boxes for adapters (10 dollars max). I've used it for about 6 years now and it's safe though i never leave it on unattended.

I Live on a Set

Remember that video with Jim Carrey singing Take on Me on Letterman's set with the never ending vocal sustain?

The song belonging to a one hit band called AHA was about an encounter i had with a grade school mate (after she met Morten, the singer from the video, also appearing in the video) when i was in High School, in one of the last few days of one of my vacations in Câmpulung.

There are elements in the video begging with the sketches, that were in the style of one my two years younger mates (it's been almost 50 years since i last saw him, but i think it's him), my father's motorcycle which i was oftenly riding in the airfield nearby (until i got meningitis at 13 and my father told me the doctor said i should stop, i think my father tricked me), the two faces of the "followers" in the video that could remind of me and my father, the tools, which i used in one of my last school days in 8th grade to assemble some new benches with a colleague. Also the coffee shop owner looked like her mother.

In one of my long walks in Câmpulung, i passed by the local High School and right at the gate, in a very nice summer's end day, with intense blue sky, the girls were acting like sewing or knitting or something and their teacher sent her for some errand and i happened to pass and i walked with her and back. I was confused about her, as about everything at that time, i think i was in love with her (who wouldn't have, of those who didn't know who she was) but she treated me badly on several occasions, so i did not have the courage to say anything, was just happy to be there and walk with her on the streets of Câmpulung on that sunny day so i might have said some stupid things trying to avoid any subject of the present, but can't remember precisely if i didn't say anything else, like subtly trying to express my feelings which were pretty obvious to her and everybody. Let's be clear. It was not my fault, her fault or Morten's fault. It has all been written, but not in the stars. In the books or supercomputers of the snake race, which is dominating now here on Earth.

Truth is: She was the highlight of my every day at school and she inspired me throughout my whole life even if she was not there anymore.

For some reason (i would assume patriotic duty), Jim Carrey being from Canada (a much happier nation), thus British, did that and also for the exact same reason he did the movie "The Truman show". All these phrases above flashed through my mind before i could start to write anything about what concerns me right now and for a long time. The subject of this day. However thoughts are way faster than my fingers and as i remember on thing, i forget another before having the chance to write it down or organize.

I just said, on a daily page, that they do the Mexican wave in the alley as i scroll, today it was minimal, cause i wrote about, just before i left, also no planes making huge, sinister noises, cause i wrote about that helicopter that was flying very low just before i left, in a hurry cause i wanted to escape the very annoying sound of radio or TV or whatever from upstairs, combined with the rhythmic sound of the tumble drier or washer that keeps going on through the day.

As i said before, there are many things at the periphery of casual perception that would look weird if focused upon, but when i try to move the focus, they simply eliminate or correct them.

Maybe i should first say something about him. Acting South American, sometimes yelling Spanish obscenities, with changing actors, that may include walking robots, at times he looks like  the son of steel magnate Lakshmi Mittal. Prompt at any minute and hour of the day and night with a squeak or kaboom, he is trying to direct my thoughts and actions, ninja style (ninja are biggest secret influencers in history, read the book). Lately or the day when i wrote the long post about cars he got himself an old with no visible brand motorcycle which he partly rebuilt working many hours a day during the heatwave when temperatures were around 100. However, having both the car and the motorcycle he is still here most time when not working which lately is Monday Tuesday and half Wednesday. But he can also leave with the motorcycle which he keeps behind the car and people not knowing if "he is home".

It is a very difficult subject i tried to avoid. There are so many things happening during my walks that i just can't remember, the set is so complicated and full of details that i always give up before even trying, being afraid i will be not accurate enough, and i know i will never be. But right now i am frustrated enough and freed from other duties (like the matches, of which everybody including me is tired of) or illustrated philosophy or religion or science which is heavily covered and counteracted in main media.

The complex. After i bought an infrared camera that i returned on Amazon, after i took some pictures of everything, including the buildings, i had the confirmation that nobody lives in this complex with @330 apartments or nearby complexes. Instead they come as guests, some more often, some only once, do a show or two and then leave. They continuously reconfigure the place, with cars, license plate numbers and other things, from which today i could show, the pods. There are now moving pods at both entrances and some on the other side of the street.

At this entrance, a portable restroom next to a bus station and the pods.As i said many times before, a much larger than statistically normally, i encounter cars that have what i call KGB numbers, that is combination of letters that remind of KGB. Right at the entrance of the complex, on the first parking spot, there is a small red car with LPN GRU This an example from today, taken at the Meridian building (at the east entrance above).Right accross the street from the complex there is a senior living facility which i pass every day during my 3 miles walk. Today, also with pods.Other licence plate numbers frequently encountered are GGY, GQG. GYQ (Gee, Why Queer) and of the sorts, suggesting queer. As opposed to neighboring or other states, letters on plates in Oregon are bigger and more visible and the number can be resolved from a distance on high res surveillance cameras or maybe drones.

Today it showed a more rare one, LUG, implying Lugger. Sometimes they pop GLQ, impling Glock.

Drivers passing me on alleys and streets are becoming more nervous by the day. Probably because they don't know why are here, what is going to  happen and probably because they are in retrofitted to self driving cars. From those bought during Obama's administration in the so called Cash for Clunkers program. I would be nervous if i was in one of those, not knowing where i'm going and they seeing me on the street.

Here is one example of what happens if i try to pull the phone and take a picture of one of those. From the moment i pull the phone, start the camera app, the car is far enough for the LPN not to be visible in the picture.

But this one was not a car, was a small bulldozer on wheels that was making a sinister, whining, ambulance siren like loud noise, speeding on the alley with the engine at high rpm and also living a chocking smoke behind, in a point where i was climbing a bit and breathing harder. I tried to film it but my camera app is playing tricks to me these days and i took a picture instead (got to reset the phone). 
Also missed the moment to film when at the exit of hospital parking (at the end of the alley above) towards Borland, a guy on a mower started to mower on top of redwood mulch, on the left of the alley above there is regular, garden variety mulch, raising a cloud of dust that the wind was blowing towards me (center of image, at the end of fading time).

Earlier i got passed, like yesterday, by hospital's security car, with the guy at the wheel yelling at me through the half open window: Hey!, rushing to the end of that section. Was thinking that for some unforeseeable reason he was going to enter my section and come after me, but no, he was just talking on a hands free device while looking at me and then he went somewhere else which reminds me. Partly meant to wake me up cause i still had the morning diabetes fog on my brain.

I get this a lot. Pass between too people with some distance in between them and they start yelling at each other, in the first second thinking one of them was yelling at me. With the variant with the dog. I pass a woman with a dog and invariably she starts telling the dog: Come, come! Like today again the woman who looks like Jaqueline Cristian, the second time when i came back, which reminds me of the bearded guy.

A fixture of the set for many years, he first pissed me off when he saw me working on the first car (early 2018), and asked me if i was in an accident (it was right after i bought the car from the auction). Ever since he includes little pissing elements at every encounter, which happens at the begging or the end of every walk so i will logically try to avoid him while he probably pretends trying to contact me. Today he was walking pushing some cart, with a guy (i would assume a bodyguard) following him from a distance. But this time i was pissed enough and did not care about the bodyguard and i took a picture of him (from behind) just for the show. (He either lost some weight or that is again a double). In the background (left here), his house style apartment, still part of the complex.

--- working --- (this is also some sort of work and a pretty difficult one, if you don't believe me, try to write more than a paragraph on your fb page just to get the feeling).

August 12

11:15 I can confirm the disappearance of most pains in the abdominal area. Last night around midnight i was pretty scared though. If not for the trick with warm enemas (body temperature) with added coconut and flaxseed oil i would have been at the hospital waiting for the result of a CT scan and a several thousands dollars bill. US has the most expensive health care in the world, offering the same or less quality services as in Europe. I think i caught a bug from that toilet in the park or the garbage smoke at the apartment. Or the pickled cucumbers or tomatoes form Angela's garden which is next to a pile of free chicken waste fertilizer. Or the dead squirrel i found earlier this week.

After not hearing it for weeks, the man upstairs started a laundry marathon. He was doing it at midnight, he is doing it now when i woke up.

Around 7:30 or when the market took off i opened the door to go pick a dog poop that was smelling. The woman who looks like Jaqueline Cristian passed at my door in that moment. Went later and picked and threw the poop, i saw the man upstairs coming from a different apartment in the building across (E) as a different character.

Angela started an overtime marathon as well. At 62, it is a month since she is working ten hours starting at 5 AM and Saturdays starting at 4 AM and she only knows Friday at 2 if she is working Saturday or not. It is a common practice in the US. They hire people with low wages and then give them the option to work overtime, sometimes 12 hours a day 6 days a week, which anything after 8 hours and 5 days being paid 1.5 times more (with 58 hours a week as she does right now she almost doubles her paycheck) while countries in Europe are experimenting with 4 days of work a week. Only about 11.6% of people are enrolled in unions.

My phone is working sporadically, right now i can't call her. It doesn't ring, it doesn't do nothing. I wrote an email to T-mobile customer service, no answer yet in 48 hours. Thinking about changing provider. If boost mobile had a terrible customer service, at least it was working most of the times.

12:22 Again market went up as it always does when i went around the corner in the kitchen area too cook some pan burgers (from 1 dollar Walmart frozen patties, 10 minutes on a side, 5 on the other) when i am not visible from outside through any window.

As i am getting ready to leave for my walk, a helicopter creeps on the sky. Scores of extras wait for me to exit buildings and do the Mexican wave as i pass accross buildings on the alley. Cars with KGB LPN (yesterday, i saw several with GQG and things like that). All LPN though not custom, are chosen for my walks, i think they buy them online.

11 August

11:41 Jon Anderson is God.

12:00 Forget about ABC, Do Re Me, Alpha and Omega or even XYZ. Capisci?

2:05 Zaporozhye. Am încercat să arăt (sper că nu degeaba) în această postare că centrala a fost lovită cu ceva, poate o rachetă de croazieră. Se pare că acest eveniment care a avut loc în 1986 a declanșat începutul dezintegrării Uniunii Sovietice și toate "revoluțiile" din est, din care ultima a avut loc în România în decembrie 1989. Nici rușii nici ucrainenii nu ar avea de câștigat dacă centrala Zaporozhye ar fi lovită acum.

Sovieticii pe vremea aceea nu aveau rachete de croazieră de precizie moderne de tip Tomahawk (a cărui formă amintește de un boomerang nr.7) cum au rușii acum Kalibr, pe motive de microprocesoare (da, microcipuri) și softuri care să controleze traiectoria, deci nu au putut să riposteze deci au fost surclasați și s-au predat. Iar așa zisele arme nucleare se pare că sunt un mit. Pentru că dacă le aveau, le foloseau.

Eu personal nu cred că există, nu în forma în care se pot instala pe rachete de orice tip sau avioane de vânătoare sau bombardiere convenționale, poate doar pe avioane gigantice, de sute de tone, sau staționare, la sol, în zonele controlate.

Fără o carcasă masivă de oțel care să conțină reacția inițială pot avea o putere destul de mică, comparabilă cu arme convenționale (temperatura reacției nucleare în lanț dispersează materialul fisionabil înainte ca cea mai mare parte a lui să fie consumat și deasemenea temperatura încetinește deplasarea neutronilor).

Ele pot fi simulate însă cu un număr de avioane de lemn, deci invizibile radar, de sute de tone fiecare încărcate cu explozibil convențional care zboară aproape unul de altul, controlate de la distanță și detonate simultan.

E timpul ca și această farsă "nucleară" care a durat 75 de ani să înceteze.

4:16 BTW (Late) morning today they finally took the garbage with the dead squirel.

5:28 Bang bang Maxwell's Silver Hammer

6:14 Soon after i went to pick the mail last night some sort of smoke that could have been from burning garbage surrounded the building. It was ok inside but in the morning i started to feel sick and left early for the walk hoping they were also going to pick the garbage. After a mile or so got again in digestive troubles and saw a portable restroom next to Tualatin community center and when i was about to enter, a guy in a bulldozer came to knock down the fence next to it to enter there with some materials. So i walked one more half mile to the parks's parking lot. Right now i'm seriously concerned about getting diverticulitis (have some colon pains) from refraining while walking like that maybe for about half an hour or more than a mile. I'm sure it's got something to do withe that smoke last night.  And/or eating not fully cooked green beans the day before.

6:30 Yesterday i went to buy gas for the truck at the 76 gas station next to here. I thought i forgot the wallet so i came back home but i found it in my pocket next to a bag. Then i went back and bought 30 dollars worth of it. But the guy left the card in the machine for a couple of minutes before starting pumping and went to finish another car and then he came back and started pouring in my truck. Interestingly they were a lot of attendants (3 or 4) at the station at the time.

8:27 One idea came to me while walking (saw a couple of Mercedeses with big signs that could signify implosions) and also Audis that could signify an open chain reaction.

Anybody who ever saw a pinch of (slow) burning black powder knows what i'm talking about. Without being in the cartridge and in the barrel of the gun, it would create nothing but a ball of fire.

Ok so you could shape charge a wooden Spruce Goose to produce in the middle enough pressure for enough time to boost (hold) a nuclear charge to a certain value (not talking here about achieving critical density, that being a separate issue to deal with, or maybe in the same time). Maybe Hiroshima size (that could also have been up-played by the media) but no more than that and the dome is still there to prove it. But it would be slow and clumsy and detectable with today's means (infrared). You could also use a ship that could contain a big sphere of steel or lead on the sea and sneak it into a port but that could take weeks or months to reach target, provided they don't figure it by the time you get there.