An Accident Waiting to Happen

After 6 hours of sleep i came at the computer to check the value of my car and briefly read the news. The guy upstairs started the TV so loud i can be hear from the alley. After i started to type he came above and started to squeak the floor

The loud TV makes it hard to concentrate and remember things. Last night around midnight i was driving on I5 towards Portland near exit 2. I was doing 60 on cruise control in a 60 (96km/h) area mainly because i had on right rear wheel a spare.

Earlier in that day i had a flat and the Les Schwab guy showed me that the rim of the tire from the flat was damaged beyond repair "from the previous installation" (done in the same shop) and i ordered 2 new tires for rear, which are 100k (Michelin). This model of Hyundai do not come with a spare but with a pump and a can of glue you attach to it and i found a spare that size in the junkyard from a Ford.

Suddenly i saw in the center mirror a couple of headlights coming at high speed and since i didn't know exactly what i had in that instant on my right in the blind spot, though i knew they were 3-4 cars around me, i stayed on my lane and all i could do was tell Angela "hold, this guy is gonna hit us" and probably hit the gas pedal to smoothen the impact which occurred within 2-3 seconds after i saw it first. I got sped up, the man was slowed down, i looked in the right mirror and at my right and pulled on the shoulder.

The guy switched in the left lane, they were 4-5 cars all around him on the empty freeway and he accelerated and was gone. A white pickup probably a Ford with off-road wheels.

I stayed and thought for about 5 minutes, last drink i had was before 7 PM, and called 911. The operator kept asking me if i was injured, with that noise of the freeway i thought she said insured and kept saying yes, finally switched me to another operator who sent the State Patrol.

Minutes were passing. One guy with an old SUV stopped and asked if i needed help. Wind was blowing from his direction and exhaust started to choke me. Then he finally left and two Washington State Patrol SUVs came. While i was talking to the cop, a sports car with modified exhaust zoomed at high speed on the right lane or next to us. One minute later a Police car followed. The cop said i should pull somewhere else, i told him why couldn't we go on the exit that was just ahead, and then we agreed to him driving first, me following and the other Patrol SUV was coming from behind.

I was a little shocked, felt heat and a bit of pain in the back, jaws, now it's all gone, earlier and lately my shoulders are hurting, from inflammation in the esophagus from dust and bacterial infection that transmits in nearby tissues combined with some light exercise and work on car. Angela was a little shocked as well, she had a headache before it all started that didn't go away and only slept 3 hours. Kept talking about insurance and what to do with the car.

She was scheduled to work overtime today. Yeah i know we shouldn't have gone, there was a moment of indecision, but they were three days of litter dust (didn't happen or didn't happen at this scale for a long time) dust was still lingering after i fixed yesterday afternoon a few holes in the ceiling and i was curious about the last fix i've done at the car, with the adhesive on top of battery connector nuts which was holding, but in the meantime too much oil gathered in the intake, should try again to vacuum the intake etc. Lately i've been used to take a break from here and felt like it was the time.

We then won a few hands recovering most of what Angela lost and as usually she decided we should go home. Thinking. If someone wants to manipulate us with the machines, they can do it at their chosen time. I wasn't aware, in my mind, that she should have started Saturday at 4 AM so we left i don't know, 11:30 or something when we left.

When i came at the car i hit with my foot an orange lid from an saline enema bottle, like it's been used and left there, i have some of those at home, can't go without those, for a long time now, got some sort of sciatic paralysis of that area. Casually i bent and picked that thinking it might have come from my pocket when i grabbed the keys, then i thought it was impossible, never put those things in my pocket and then i regretted it and nervously tried to wipe it out with some toilet paper which i threw in a garbage can.

Like when we came, some weird maneuvers around us, with cars and people bullying us, and that was indeed more than usual, could have been a sign if i was capable to think. Few people realize how much exposure to this kind of dust, other pollutants can influence you, especially if moment is well chosen.

Car was still making the (lifter) noise at low speed and idling when i left, voltage at the cigarette lighter plug was 14.3, i guess my fix was holding, fuel mileage reading was better than average, 38.6 at the time of accident, round trip and driving in huge parking lot at Ilani included.

The cop stopped at 39 and H streets in Vancouver, not far from exit next to a property called G&G, in an area called Minehaha?! He gave me some paperwork to fill, car was driveable, but he said i should not drive since the car cannot take another hit like this, which might have been true, he said they got their contracting towing who might come faster than insurance (within 30 minutes in the contract), towing came soon but they said they won't go that far, which was only 22 miles though.

I had some anxiety, forced myself to breath (on mouth) and kept coughing. I told the cops, it was from the dust at the apartment in the last few days. But impact could have raised some dust in the car as well. Thing is, i kept coughing.

I called our insurance, and from the start menu, i could not call a towing unless i file the claim for the accident first. Which is incredible, they kept me with the claim half hour on the phone, right after the accident before they sent a towing (Progressive). They didn't give me a phone number to call to check status of the towing, like Farmers had and towing didn't call within next 10 minutes so i just decided to drive not knowing if they will ever call. When i got back on the freeway, the towing finally called.

Was doing 55 in the right lane, one more episode, a Ryder rental van again came from behind, threatening, i pulled on the shoulder. So the cop was right. Then another guy passed me on the empty freeway with LPN MTZ. "Mai târziu" means Later in Romania.

It's been a constant harassment by all drivers on the freeway no exception on my way back home at night from Vancouver in the past few years, with license numbers letter combinations closed to KGB, cisterns, trucks with logos, high speed passes on right, left lanes and sometimes simultaneously, but tonight was special.

So i kept looking in the mirror for trucks, cause i figured the courageous ninja wouldn't hit me with another car which was true. Because i stopped a couple of times, my total mileage on the dashboard was 37.6 when i exited. One more thing. Earlier that day the warning light for airbags came on. So those would not have worked probably in a rollover or something like that.

Cop never gave me a copy of his report, but now that i think, they can all pretend, including the driver who ran (that is a felony) that i was too slow and suddenly switched lanes drifting maybe, losing control of the car when he hit me which is not true, i was holding my lane pretty well. I know some would try to explain the accident by me driving slow, drifting maybe, and a guy speeding, maybe drunk, coming from behind. I will never forget those two headlights i saw in the mirror coming from behind straight at me.

All i can think is it was stupid, driving 40+40 miles on a spare on the freeway, after all that happened there in the past.

I think car is fixable, Angela says price of cars have gone up these days, it needs a trunk lid, a bumper and some frame straightening. Now waiting for insurance to call. Or should i go online to see what's under "my account".

Several highlights for this post. Myth maintaining. Their maneuvers with their numerous actors and extras on the scene everywhere i go tried to create and maintain the gay myth and the KGB myth. This week was special because Monday is August 23, the day when ex King Michael of Romania led a coup against Marshal Antonescu, while the soviets where about to occupy Romania, many, including some Romanians, Hungarians and Japanese seeing him as a traitor. Forgotten today by the majority, some say it shortened WWII with at least 6 months and contributed to defeating of Germany and Japan by an alliance led by US which included Soviet Union.

Michaels' next to Mud Bay in Tualatin. Think of George Michael. Michael Caina. And my insurance contact on the claim page is named Salinas.


Catalytic, wheel stolen recently, 2 flats on the same tire, two cars smashed in the parking lot at Meridian, one a white Elantra, what could have been next.

Just looked on Progressive site under my account. Claim has been received and that's all. Last night she said something about texts on the phone, none so far.

On October 26 2012 a similar accident occured. A small but heavy built Nissan Z hit me from behind trying to push me in traffic at a yield sign in Lake Oswego (Yes, Country club Rd).

Just took a picture of the damage of the car again on daylight. The reason it looks like this and not worse is i had one of the car's wide aluminum wheels, fully inflated in the spare's compartment. This car does not come with a spare hough it has the compartment for it. However i found one at the junkyard (for a Ford) that fitted both as size and distance between bolts. Right now i had that spare on the car (right rear) and the regular wheel in that space, because the guys at Les Schwab told me i had some damage on the rim of the tire. Now they played the scene of the mad drunk driver who hit me from behind because i was slow whatever. But i am sure the writers of this scene knew i had the wheel there which protected the fuel tank. Sometimes they use these psychological traps, to make everything more interesting. To make people who really wanted me dead last night ever more mad because of my "legendary luck".

May 6

3:23 Yeah i know. The Freemasons. They are mighty righteous. Especially when they are looked at. After i pointed to all geographic entities called Washington.

What harm could have been in randomly sharing my Safeway club card with perfect strangers in a Safeway store? Except if i had gotten in an accident on my way home and never had the chance to explain.

After loosing at Red Winds, we felt like we needed a drink. Angela's got all these theories made of wrong perceptions. If five out of ten times they gave her some money back after she lost everything and pulled one last hundred from a credit card, that didn't happen last night. Should have waited midnight, when they close the day.

But i guess everybody is getting tired of being rational and responsible for a whole week in a super hostile environment.

In the days when they made their quota, they give back, right after midnight, for about 15 minutes through winning hands, at selected machines and players. I mean, everyone should notice if  you win 10 like ten hands in a row on a tiny bet and make half of your losses back in ten minutes. So those players who lost too much are not too traumatized and give up playing.

No question each hand is controlled by AI and they are following faces for emotions through the over 1000 cameras present at each casino (one camera per 2 machines on average). So you keep playing and other reasons like the above. 

She had 20 more in free play at Ilani. As we came back, i planned to go to the Safeway at Woodland which is five miles before that and buy some liquor. At the bars in the casinos prices are 10 times more.

And there she was, getting in my way as i was looking for the locker with liquor. I asked her, pretended she did not understand, then i yelled "liquor" and she condescendingly showed me the way. Not courteous enough to call someone to open, had to press the button and wait.

For a few seconds i was tempted by a flask of Courvoisier, which was smaller and twice the price of Christian Brothers. I said it was not worth it, the difference in quality and the fact i was getting drunk and didn't feel it anyways. Got the cheapest. And then i went at the check stands.

A whole team of pantomime actors (wondering who they were) prevented me from going to the self checkers by putting some down checkers down and acting crazy.

So i went to the regular checker where she was waiting. While still checking the people ahead of me (i remember a bearded, dark skinned guy among others) she asked me with much authority in voice if i was going to use a club card. I said i don't have the card, but the phone number, and she asked for it. So i gave it to her and she typed it in.

When i tapped my card to pay, the terminal asked me again for the phone number. When i asked her for an explanation, she said she used the number to save those people 6 dollars. When i looked at her, she added. "You did a good thing" (Probably meaning charity). And i said. "It doesn't count cause i didn't know". "You get gas points" (probably threatening, i don't think you get gas points with a Safeway club card, never heard of). 

Was there any law broken? Probably some minor ones. How she did get hired there to check for 2 or 3 customers in that night only. Asking for my phone number when that was supposed to be done by the machine. Making me saying my phone number aloud and possibly recorded by a phone nearby.

A few years ago, at the exact same store there was another high rank politician, this time an actress from Japan doing something similar, in a similar situation.

But there is one major law she, all of them (the pantomime actors) broke. It shouldn't have alarmed me if i was not doing what i am doing. Blogging on very sensible themes, and similarities. Yeah i know i am not doing it for others, but just trying to restore my reputation.

If i didn't went through what i did since last July when the singer known as Dua Lipa acting as an assistant manager brought in the apartment above the entertainer known as Miyuki Nishijima of Japan to torment me. The threatening email she sent me the day before Eastern Easter.

I didn't know who she was but i knew from the many experiences i had so far she was somebody else and she was doing something weird and that was reason enough for me to get alarmed. More when i got home and saw who she was.

For reason of things similar i lived in constant fear, for  years. Now it's not such a big of a deal anymore, i got used to, especially when i think of my ruined health it doesn't matter anymore.

As for what "Dua Lipa", others did to me, Angela, that easily qualifies as torture by any law in any country and regime.

And yes, the lawmen and women are literally coming after me.

BTW Instagram is pissing me off, lately, badly. Every time i try to look at an image online, my browser tries to log in, and then i get this. A few days after i made the account, about a year ago, they told me i broke the rules and they disabled it. However, i never (had a chance to) post anything on it. They asked me to upload a video with basically my mugshot and holding a number in my hands, as they would do while booking someone in jail which i refused.

9:40 Shiva (linga) long time effect on Americans. I believe there is an active competition in Washington as who is more extremist, while saying the same about his archenemy.

Partly due to lack of any possibility for participating in elections due to antiquated system, with long, long, campaigns (basically half of physically available time), of any candidate not backed by the two party system.

BTW, one of the two is the current president, who uses part of his paid time in office for campaigning (obviously).

8:55 Stormy Daniels, the lawwoman. Oh mama,...!

9:20 Did i say their dresses were falling when they were doing gymnastic figures?

9:26 Doar ca să pună numele Geamănu și Gheorghe împreună?

June 19

2:10 One more push for Angela's vacation. With four hours of sleep i decide to drive the 108x2 miles to Indian Head. 4 hours drive in total.

But before that i found the strength to put the torque wrench on that nut. Guess what. It was torqued over 27 (should be between 25 and 30) by me with a 6 inch ratchet the night before.

Given the low temperature i pumped a couple of more psi in each wheel. But nothing was going to prepare me for what was about to follow. Heavy rain when i left 205 towards Boring with a bit of hail. The car was literally held by the water on the streets. Gas mileage for the whole trip averaged 37.5 on the instant average indicator.

Got there only to see a multitude of scenes waiting for us. But after a few drinks i started to ignore those.

One example though. A not very big yellow dog, maybe stray, though kinda groomed, very smart was staring at the people entering the casino. Then it tried to prevent Angela from getting out but then moved when she asked him to. Then, very decided, not letting self influenced by the people around, walked with his head straight in the air not looking right or left, towards the gas station. I think it could have been a coydog.

Checked the exhaust nut one more time, the torque wrench clicked and the nut didn't move. Checked it one more time when we left the first time. Still there. Then in our way back we went to get gas from the station on top of the hill where that dog walked hours earlier. Cheapest around, as cheap as at the Spirit Mountain, 25 to 50 cents per gallon cheaper than other stations. Both unattended though at Spirit Mt the convenience store is open all night.

I knew for a long time all the nozzles at that station were broken. Some more than others. Which means the little metal stopper don't stay in place and you have to hold the nozzle squeezed with your hand to get gas. But was still feeling the little hydraulic shock in the end when gas level in the pipe was reaching the nozzle. 

Not this time. I was staring at the numbers of the screen and at past 7 gallons i heard with my trained musical ear the gurgling sound of normal filling turned into a higher pitch and more quiet hissing. Enough for me to turn my head and see gas flowing from the fuel port onto the car, wheel and on the ground. 1 second worth of it or about 0.1 gallons that made on the concrete a puddle of about 1x2 ft.

I spent next half hour trying to explain Angela why we shouldn't leave until it dries out. To prevent any car getting with a hot engine on top of that puddle and vaporize more of it. A car that might have had a broken exhaust or something else that may ignite it. Then i saw they were biggers stains from previous puddles under my puddle and at other pumps too.

Then we left and then we turned around, passed the station and spent half more hour in the casino, just to make sure.

Then we left the second time, at 12:42, didn't check the nut anymore and about 5 minutes later, i was still driving under speed limit, because i didn't feel like accelerating, especially uphill when i saw a coyote, this time real, walking from the opposite direction on the narrow shoulder next to my lane. Never seen an animal so scared in my life. The whole body was contorted like a fish in a sac following the head which was locking from a side at us. It was like he was fighting an invisible force that was pushing him towards the lane. I didn't do anything not to scare it further. So we passed each other with no other incident.

On top of Mt. Hood temperature was 33 degrees and rain turned to snow started to stick on the asphalt.

When we got in Sandy some 30 miles away from home i felt the smell of exhaust, Angela had a headache, i pulled next to the window of a convenience store and put the torqued wrench set at 27 on the nut and it moved like 1/8 of a turn before it clicked. On the other side of the window a tall  blond hairy guy dressed scantily was arranging stuff in the store. Me bent over the engine all the way to the back of it.

Soon enough the smell of exhaust was gone and we started to feel the smell of gas that poured 2 hours before on the car and left rear wheel.

Here is my fresh puddle on the left on top of the larger ones that cover the whole concrete area.

My puddle, almost dried, not long before we left.

5:40 Angela went to bed, sprinklers started, the kids got excited and started to yell.

Can't describe how many times in the last week they again tried to hit me from behind. Just the last one. Just before Staford exit here near Tualatin. There are about 10 miles with increased speed to 65 on 205, before joining I5. I was going 75 and a Christmas tree (that's how i call semis with many decorating lights on them) was closing in from behind. A couple of smaller vehicles maybe a van and an SUV were both blinding me in the side mirrors. I slowed down but still above speed limit thinking to let them pass an suddenly i saw the Christmass tree behind me and accelerated and then i took the exit (the shortcut).

Here is an example on how Washington State Patrol dealt with the accident 2 years ago. He was asking questions like he was suspecting of me  faking it to get insurance money.  Never started a hit and run investigation or examined the video from poles on the freeway. I wrote more about in other posts, back then i was not that careful in adding links between those, i can't find those right now, have other priorities, i wrote emails to them trying to get the videos from the cameras with no success. Then the kafkian maze of bureaucracy with the insurance, buying and fixing another totaled car (all i could afford) made me forget everything.

Weeks before, there was an accident here in the parking lot, with probably a demolition derby truck hitting two cars, one of them like mine. A warning? A threat?

Change Is The Only Constant

I've just been reviewing - briefly - this article

And it seems they are many that bought Kuhn's ideas. And perfected them. And here's the exploit: Statistically, we all see only one slice of the social reality or the paradigm shift, as they call it at a certain time. For reasons that we are busy with our such perceived comfort. Or by reason of learned behavior. Or by reason of artificially created focus points. Or simply because we are not sociologists but only live in the society... Our bad luck is that many of us choose to look in the expected direction at the expected time and sometimes even applauding collectively and approving the whole shift without knowing it as a whole. Never-mind some are changing facts and rules on the fly or tearing holes in the fabric of reality or current paradigm shift in those unobserved gray areas and creating new shifts as long as we're not looking. To us the casual observers it remains the same shift as long as we didn't know it as a whole. And in the case somebody after a great deal of effort is pointing a few of us to look into those gray areas, they can adjust or insert other previously nonexistent gray areas and still make the shift appear whole. (Here, as an example and proof they are following this theory, the on demand fabricated news often with adjacent but not directly related events, for creating confusion). It is not the same shift anymore. But to us it seems as actually it is as long as we didn't know the whole from the beginning and accepting the new additions. As long as we are buying it.

Or simply eliminate or move the few or the some. For our comfort.

They can even create the appearance of two completely different shifts out of the same one to different individuals or groups of different cultures or embraces or simply of any difference including of space or time or if they look into different areas or if they think and act on cultural or biased assumptions instead of learning the rules and the facts of the paradigm shift.

We should never forget, for the shifters change is the only constant.

02/01/2013 1:56 PM PDT

It just occurred to me that in order to successfully deal with reality especially in unknown surroundings one should continuously build dynamic models, adding and subtracting information from the current model. Sometimes he/she even has to switch models in a blink of an eye due to sudden change of scenery, the entering of another entity, etc.

Obviously we have to forget classical sociology when we try do add the concept of scene in reality modeling. Physics, physiology, statistics, perhaps geometry and sociology together are at place here. Can we apply the idea of paradigm when we describe an instantaneous, ever-changing model of the surrounding reality? By definition, is the opposite. However, is the same concept, only applied dynamically. Or maybe it only looks dynamically as we slice reality, or the bigger picture, in order to deal with it one scene at the time?

The ideea that some people got into the habit of entering one's current paradigm through the back door, totally artificially, intentionally, usually pretending legitimacy but introducing some obvious, apparently benign, weird events in order to distract him/her and change his/her final decision on how to deal with it or if he/she is going to deal at all is intriguing to me right now and actually motivates me to write these. I'm convinced that some occult practitioners or even entire social groups have learned to do things by manipulating one's paradigm especially when the subject cannot react and creating all kind of effects, some possibly at distance.

Let's take an example here. Crossing one's path when unexpected and usually the subject is overlapping current monotonous activities like walking or driving with other activity like distant thoughts. When done obviously intentionally and while the subject knowing that statistically that event shouldn't happen at that moment, it violates one's privacy and current reality model forcing him to try to resort at a larger model in which the described action would fit. And while he is trying to do this, the intruder can escalate it even more, by introducing more elements and information like an unexpected gesture, reveal more clothes' color, facial expressions usually justifiable later but never at the present to the subject's mind, or noises or language, escalation that would end in crushing one's ability to deal with in that moment and become totally distracted, disoriented and in a trance like state of mind. This collapse of one's ability to understand what's happening and puts his mind in a sort of slave-like status, in that moment accepting any input as suggestion (if not giving in to uncontrollable emotional bursts that can pull the subject out of this type of cognitive trap but usually risky as the intruder is ready to interpret it as aggression towards him.) Thus unprovable reprogramming of the mind can occur. However, i believe next to every model acquired in ones collection of models known as education this way there is a flag that says "learned on distress" and could be accessed in a process similar to psychoanalysis or clearing of engrams.

Such intrusions sometimes can be used during the waiting time before a meeting or a conversation, when the subject might even try to prepare him/she-self, with carefully arranged, avoidable in the last second accident-like situations usually in the last intersection before the meeting place, or simply two or three people acting weird together in front of the subject in the waiting lounge before the meeting, putting in him in a distracted state of mind and making him more suggestible, depending of what their intentions are.

It may very well that the person that intrudes this way in one's privacy apparently don't even needs to go much out of his/her way to do this, along or close with his normal routine, this way being almost impossible to prove anything. This of course if there is a distribution of such tasks within the members of a group. Or could this be an instance of actions of individuals guided by a "collective subconscious"?

Although this always seem to happen unexpectedly, when analyzed, even carefully, these events are always justifiable down to a certain level, giving for the distracted mind, in that moment even more frightening experiences, looking like a never ending string on coincidences that target him. Only when carefully, objectively analyzed, sometimes the trick can be revealed, but usually with addition of more information and time and effort, sometimes with the entering of more characters pretending helping analyzing and often being covered up with similar events, creating a similar type of effect, so the instance cannot be easily turned as a complaint to the outsiders. Usually one easily discredits him/her-self if he tries to do this in a hurry, because of confusion of elements from two different but very similar instances.

Other examples can go all the way to introduction in the ever changing, continuous local news show of shocking elements, carefully chosen from the otherwise statistically normally distributed local events, matching some groups or even individual's state of mind, although in a twisted and toxic way in order to change minds and creating some sort of virtual, parallel, mocked reality.

(One particularly other  good example of reality recognition manipulation is parallel talking. You can talk to a person who for some chosen reason prefer not to talk to you directly about a subject, but starts talking using phrases composed in such way that they contain for the much part the information they want you to catch, without even touching the subject. Usually in the last part of the phrase you realize they are talking about something else. It also gives them the advantage of seeing you reacting at those informations without much risk, other than an "unjustified emotional burst" that he/she might even be prepared to take advantage of by claiming agression. Parallel talking next to intentional mistakes that pretty much do the same job as describe above has become lately very widely used in media. However they cannot impact you on a subconscient level as privacy cognitive intrusion through unsuspected action as described before because they come pretty much when you are expecting some sort of input from that source, whatever it may be. Or even people talking in front of you on a phone, conversation that you don't usually pay attention to and then asking you a question that might be influenced but what you just heard)

(Sometimes the newcomers are "embraced" at first invoking some moral principle they presumably abide by and let him get used to. Then unconsciously, suddenly or constantly they introduce some unrecognizable elements into his/her already learned paradigm forcing him/her to get assimilated or enter in a state or permanent confusion, discomfort or even distress and desire to leave, for no definable reason. But this is the more common, happier case.)

Sometimes the subject him/her-self is active participant or made to look so, by synchronization of intruders with his/her activities, and creating a false sensation of causality, feeling of embarrassment or even guilt, which is furtherly exploited in creating distraction, disruption, trance and reprogramming, or psychosis and/or emotional bursts. Or even more troubling, something like erasing one's thoughts with overlapping, or entrainement with very similar ones, but belonging to others, making one forgetting or bowing his own self?

Could this influence others' mind at a distance through some unknown bio-transmission mechanism, like emitting a distress or even a surrender call? I don't know, but statistically, by the number of these practitioners and instances encountered, it is an indication that it is done so.

But if there are some religions that include these kind of practices in their un/declared rituals, could they still use them in the larger society on basis of the principle of the freedom of religion, since it is obvious that they could significantly interfere with the whole?

Could this kind of experiments prove indeed the existence of a collective mind or a social integration on an unconscious level? Maybe temporary. Maybe on subconscious level on lower educated individuals. Or maybe between close relatives or larger DNA alike ethnic groups. Or maybe the existence of an unknown or unrecognized bio-communication system that can work best when one is in a very acute state of mind or total relaxation.

Shawn Robert Parker

In January-June 1997 i worked at Epson Portland Incorporated assembling printers. I remembered one night on the line we did 521 printers in a 25 people team, an Epson world record. I remember the name of the supervisor, a Mexican guy. Her wife was a QA auditor and many times she was spending minutes next to me trying to figure out how i do it without making one mistake. I was at the station 4 i guess and i put 9 parts on the printer, including gears and 4 screws with an electric screwdriver. In June one day i became sick. I went home and started not to be able to sleep, eat or drink. At night i was driving my car around on the streets. I went several times to different ER rooms. After about a week or so i went to the Beaverton Police, told them some of the story. They called an ambulance that took me first to the Tuality Medical Center in Hilsboro, then to Emanuel in down town Portland and they called a cab and sent me to Pacific Gateway Hospital in Sellwood, the one who lost its license and closed after Police shot an out of control Mexican inside. It was a mental facility that treated both mental and drug related conditions. I never used drugs in my entire life. Here is my picture after being released from there

In front of what used to be Pacific Gateway Hospital,
Sellwood, OR, July 1997
(Prozac Head, can still click me!)

One of the symptoms was chocking. I only wish i knew back then where that was coming from. It was a simple nose congestion due to some allergies and was preventing me from sleeping. The other symptom was severe stomach pain. It lasted from 96 to 06. No doctor ever explained to me why but now i suspect i might be related to spine alignment because it went away after going to the chiropractor. But the pain was real and was alleviated by antacids or acid blockers that i took for many years constantly increasing the dosage.

Many weird things happened in the hospital maybe one day i will tell the stories. But let's concentrate now on something else. A couple of weeks after coming from the hospital one day i was walking on Hall Blvd and talking to my wife and thinking about going to a Romanian church. But then i changed my mind, crossed the street and went into BNC (Beaverton Church of the Nazarene). A church in the shape of an UFO.

I was well received in there. Like they were expecting me. They prayed for me laying hands on each other's shoulder.  I met pastor Dennis Swift and others.

Beaverton Church of the Nazarene

The next day a guy shows up at our door. He asked us, me and my wife if we wanted to go for a ride in a boat. I looked over his shoulder and there was a big boat in the parking lot hooked to an old green Ford SUV. He insisted a lot and then i said yes. In the car they were his three daughters. I remember only the name of the younger one, Trinity.

Shawn Robert Parker with "his girls", near Cannon Beach, OR,
summer 1997

He took us on the Willamette river that day. Accompanied by my usual stomach pain and thirsty all the time, i didn't drink anything in the morning and Shawn only had a few cans of soda i couldn't drink because of my stomach pain. Still on Prozac. I think we started in St.John area and went all the way to Willamette Falls and back. We stopped on a channel near an island. I think we ended the day back at the Nazarene church.

I had this 83 Fairmont sitting in the parking lot for almost a year. He came one day with a 20 dollar bill and asked mE to sell it to him. The manager at the apartment already told me several times to get rid of that car so i sold it to him.

My ex 83 Ford Fairmont, at Sussex Village Apts, Beaverton, Oregon, 1997

In April 98 i was working at Quadramed. I was teaching my wife how to drive. She took the computer test and had a permit. I think i spent hundreds of hours on the right seat on Nimbus St. in Beaverton teaching her. I remember at first she was terrified by the cars that were coming on the other side of the road from the opposite direction. But in spring 98 she was driving OK and she drove all the way from Portland to Tillamook, some 70 miles. Then from Tillamook to the beach near Tillamook bay there is a narrow winding road and i kinda pushed her because i was impatient to get there but she was tired and driving under speed limit and in a sharp left curve she went with the right wheels on the gravel near the road. I think we were in legal speed limit. Quickly and gently i grabed the wheel with my left hand and corrected in time. But she reacted too after, and over corrected. Unbelievable, we went to the... left, inside the curve, we missed the bay, the huge truck parked on the right on the gravel, the incoming car from the opposite direction, made an 180 degree turn and rolled in slow motion in a ditch full of ... mud, that was soft. It is very hard to describe in words the trajectory of the car.

It took me about a minute to figure out which way was up, untigthen her seat belt and roll the driver's door down cause mine was in mud and with the broken window while she was kicking me in the head with her legs. Finally she made it outside and i followed. The only thing that happened to us was me having some scratches on my right arm from the broken passenger window.

The guy with the truck parked outside the curve, kinda illegal i think, on the right, that was kinda like waiting for us in there, with the cell in his hand. Minutes later five cop cars showed but no ambulance. But we didn't need one either. One of the cops cited my wife for careless driving with 180 dollars. Then they called a towing truck and they put our car back on the wheels and i started the engine and it was working.

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Then guess what? Shawn Parker with the girls unexpectedly showed up in a green van with windows also old i haven't seen before or after coming from the beach. He insisted we went with him back to Portland, but i was too attached to that 89 Escort GT to leave it there with the towing guys and i drove with no problems all the way to Portland. (I was also paranoid about that being a recognition of my part we've been somewhat hurt in the accident which we weren't. 04/26/2014).

Did i mentioned the prayers at BNC that morning for each of our country? Dennis repeatedly asked and we both went to the altar, me accompanied by Ron Boger and my wife by his wife. Than we had lunch at Old Country Buffet in Beaverton and i also saw a bunch of people from the church in there. Then we decided to go to the Ocean. Those days we didn't need much to take that decision because we were still young and full of energy.

This post needs to be extended. I will dig into my records to put in more data and pictures.

May 29

10:28 Just got home and had to move the truck because Saturday i found another warning ticket saying that it will be towed Tuesday.

In this complex we only have one designated parking spot. There are a number of visitors spots, about 15% of the total that people are competing over, to park their second car. However from time to time, if the car is parked for too long on a visitor spot, they will put a warning sticker on your car. My truck was on the same visitor spot since last Thursday, when i last used it, or for two days, however it was in that spot before Thursday as i could not find. Some people don't move their vehicles from visitors spots for weeks. Some just exchange spots with others also on visitor spots.

I write this because tonight the spot next to ours, belonging upstairs was empty (it was used by other people in the last few days) because nobody lives upstairs nowadays and i parked my truck there, for a few hours, or until 4:30 Tuesday morning. I used that spot in the past when that apartment upstairs was vacated and once i was told not to use it anymore.

The alternative is to move it at the Meridian parking lot at the street until morning when i can park it here after Angela leaves, but there i had a number of problems, including a stolen wheel and catalytic. So i have no emotions free alternative tonight.

Earlier. Yesterday and today i avoided a number of ready made accidents (highest on a 24 hours period so far). They all would have been my fault of course. But maybe the most interesting was in Florence Oregon. I came out of a street onto a boulevard. There was this gray older van possibly a VW but second generation (bigger, more solid, square at corners, maybe 80s) coming from the left, at least 300 ft away.

Until i accelerated to speed limit +10 it caught up with me, must have been speeding big time, as i saw it on the mirror only ft away, though the mirror was on night mode since earlier (a long story, somebody with an RV was annoying me when in a parking lot and turned not to see him anymore). In that moment i accelerated more and narrowly escaped. Would have been my fault (going too slow, getting in front of her).

At the intersection i was waiting for green (didn't make a right turn on red or couldn't because of traffic) and it caught up with me on the other lane and looked and guess who it was. It was the artist known as Lady Gaga though i didn't recognized her at first and gave her the finger in frustration and she tried to keep her cool and smile large at me as only she could, making a gesture with her hands claiming ignorance. "What?". I was telling Angela. No cop in his right mind would arrest Lady Gaga for trying to create an accident.

The combined crimes that describe what she did including conspiracy with others to commit those would total probably life in prison. However there is a possibility she was behind the wheel of a retrofitted self driving vehicle (the gesture with her hands above the wheel).

I now remember that yesterday when i left i got behind an SUV with a vine Oregon LP saying GAGAS.Also the car was messed with since i last drove it. All electrical connections to battery and alternator were weakened and contaminated. Had to tighten the battery connectors one by one, and stopped several times, and also cleaned the alternator connector with alcohol (did it only this morning) to make it work back at 44 mpg on a highway (without having to stop, a stop and/or idling would affect that).

Two weeks ago i took a picture of the left front brakes, and though i had at least two more mm or 20k miles to go until that angled part ends but today the plates look much more thinner, like i have to replace them right away. Amazing how far the original ceramic plate went (102kmiles). However last 30k were done by me mostly on highways (outside city) when brakes are not used as much per mile. No sound from the indicator. I'll see tomorrow.

Also, for months now, any vehicle that gets behind me comes too close. When i try to stop and let them pass and restart (that cost me on mpg), others come right away and do the same as they were organized (criminals).

We made a reservation a while ago at a hotel for the week June 11-27, Angela made a vacation request at the same time, however no response yet.

This morning Angela started the phone in the bathroom at the hotel in the same that i was with the meter in my hand next to the door trying to keep away from the oven while heating water for tea and noodles (that was much more leaky than others before). But i noticed the meter was not beeping or showing anything during startup of her phone, or one meter away.

I attributed that to the fact the tower was less than a quarter of mile away and phone was on lowest emitting setting.

I decided to use it myself (her phone not mine) to modify something on the blog on the post with... cell phones radiation (remembered about the polar lipid bylayer i once wrote in a post about). However when i started it (Angela stopped it as per our new rules) the beeper went crazy (never saw readings so high from a phone before, even from 3-4 meters away), probably got connected to another more distant tower and i had to refuge in the other corner of the room still getting high readings until startup and initial protocol with tower ended and then when i tried to approach it the emission power was still too high and i just shut it down.

The hotel room was reasonably clean except for the windows. There was a thick layer of pickled smoke algae on the outside. I think it happens only in building D. I tried to clean it but could only picked some of it. There was smoke coming from fires on the beach. A number of people on the beach but only in front of our room, and they all seemed Japanese. After eating and having a few drinks i fell asleep and woke up in an hour or so very sick, probably because of nose congestion. I almost could not walk to the casino to find Angela.

Gradually got better inside the casino where there was no smoke and after breathing on my mouth for an hour or so. Went to sleep at 2:30. In the morning the exaggerated, unexplained, most likely intentional noises from 5 surrounding rooms woke me a number of times. Could not sleep between 5:30 and 7:30 because my right eye was itching badly from cleaning the windows and because i was thinking of the polar lipid bylayer of my poor cells that have been exposed for so long. Slept maybe 6 hours in about 10 fragments. After that i drove for about 220 miles.

Won a little, for the first time maybe since Easter which confirms my theory. They set the machines loose on holidays.

12:25 Gaga, Giga (Hertz). It totally makes sense.

August 27

4:45 Woke up about half hour ago, after about 4 and a half hours. Nausea, belly pain. Slept next to a semi-open window. Went outside and found and threw a number of poops, some from a stray. Cigarette smoke everywhere covered the smell, making it hard to find. Don't even know if picked them all. Just by getting close, handling those with a surgical glove and a bag i got sicker.

4:51 Somebody started a big exhaust.

Never seen AQI indexes like this. 900s? Most i have seen so far was 400s. Can see the plumes here.

5:23 Deci să înțelegem că SPP îi caută în buzunare pe toți cei care intră în Parlament cu o legitimație sau doar pe cei care îi cheamă Gheorghe? Și ce făcea cu plicul, fuma în baie? Dacă au mers direct la el fiindcă știau că fumează în baie, de ce nu l-au prins acolo? Sau de ce nu au rezolvat problema discret, așa cum le rezolvă ei pe toate cele de care nu auzim. Îmi pare rău că nu îi găsesc vârsta ca să-l caut pe liste. Am găsit totuși pe cineva cu care seamănă. (Ok m-am prins. Ăștia de la AUR sunt toți blonzi în afară de George Simion care e brunet-brunet, așa cum îi plac lu' cocoașa).

5:49. Apropo de ce nu auzim. Nu auzim cum se scurge bugetul, banii noștri lipsă de pe fluturași, în canalul București-Budapesta. Ce nu mai auzim. După ce a fost prim ministru de patru ori și a ocupat știrile timp de zece ani, nu mai auzim de el de luni de zile la rând (nu că mi-ar fi dor, Doamne ferește). Știți de cine vorbesc, în lumea cealaltă îl cheamă tot Gyorgy. Gay or gay. György Dragomán.

6:26 Ba sunt grave, cele mai multe dureri de cap la copii și adulți vin de la sinuzită care vine de la dinți, și pe termen lung sunt dezastruoase. Nu săriți așa la control neurologic. Mergeți la dentist mai întâi.

7:01 When i came back after i took Angela to work, i still had one line above full on the dashboard, with 27 miles done. It was smelling like mold so i went and picked a number of candy wraps spread evenly on the wood chips on the side of a bush that's not visible from here.

7:54 Oare am greșit eu iar George Simion e de fapt tipul ăsta Hassine, un actor tunisian stabilit în Ungaria, fostul partener al lui Katinka Cseke, aka Șoșoaca?

12:14 Right after i finished this i ate some broccoli omelet and went back to sleep. Woke up at 11 with the worst nausea i had so far. However i texted the shop, then called. First Carry, then Irine then Sally then the estimator Jason, the one with and Asian accent. The estimator told me that he has a gut feeling the car is going to be totaled, however he could not tell me a value of the car or repair. He said he has to write the estimate and that can be done only early next week, and when i asked when he said Wednesday, that being one week since i towed the car in there. I was thinking about what he said, got feeling is what i had in that moment. Literally. I came back, i knew there was going to be an extra poop somewhere, which i found and took it to the garbage. It was an enormous one, hidden between a bush and the garages. I bet if i eat the're going to bring a new one. Got to call Nick Sprague, the local Progressive agent assigned to my claim.

12:39 Just spoke to Nick, he said it's the busiest time of the year, shops are booked for up to two months and the waiting time for an estimate is one week, but he's going to call the shop to see what he can do.

2:35 I ate and didn't take any chances, left for a long walk so i can get fresh air while i digest my food. On my walk i figured the thread with the shop asking me for the tile of the car is missing so i will just attach it here. The title. Talked again to Nick, from Progressive. He said he will get back to me when he gets the estimate which may be as late as Wednesday. He finally said something interesting. He doesn't know what the value of the car was before the accident or the value of he car insured for which i was paying full premium.

What happens is i bought a car from Copart that was totaled, but in the description it was saying "minor scratches and damages". When i got home, i found the original headlight for right front in the trunk. Car was missing windshield washer reservoir, other parts. They where a number of other plastic parts missing. Right side of the car, door, fender seemed freshly painted. I don't know the status of the airbag in that door, and the dashboard light for airbags came the day before the accident. I fixed as much as i needed to can drive the car. However, after i passed DEQ, Oregon DMV gave me a salvage title so i can drive it. With the funky LPN, JKB. If you go there with a driveable car, they will always give you one. Here is a picture of the car in Copart lot.

Ok have to take a break here to insert the picture of the guy who is yelling on the phone, in an apartment in the building next to ours. I saw his face when i went in the back to take the picture of the two bottles rotating at the door. I also saw in the same balcony a few days ago a "prominent" Romanian politician.

What happens is, when the guy upstairs is not home, and lately he's been playing TV at an equivalent volume so it can be heard outside and everywhere, they got to compensate somehow, i believe at a great cost to the poor guy. He's probably got some prompter and the narrative is bein made up "on the fly" by some AI program, by the way words and tone change with my moves. When he is not here and the guy upstairs is not here, there is a guy yelling in Spanish at a balcony next to our apartments etc. If neither is available, then kids will start to yell etc.. Never two in the same time. Never.

Back to business. Here is the title of the car issued by Oregon DMV.

On the title it says RECONSTRUCTED. When i spoke with Nick last time, he said the value of a car with a salvage title for the purpose of insurance is 80%. I hope the premium was calculated accordingly. He also said, as mentioned before, that "he did not know the value of the car before the accident". I believe it is because i never finished fixing the car. The car has now been damaged at the other end, it doesn not have anything to do with unrepaired parts. However, i have a "gut feeling" they will downgrade the value of the car until it will be lower than the value of the repairs so the amount they will pay will be much less than 80% of the current value of a similar car that has not been totaled.

The suspicion part. They made me talk to the estimator so he can ask me about the wheel in the trunk. I was driving on a spare because i had a flat two days before, the guys at Les Schwab told me that tire is damaged beyond repair and needed new tires, however they did not cary that brand to match the others so i ordered it online. It came two days early, or the day after. Here is a copy of the Police report i just got from Washington State DMV. Note that "hit and run" is missing, it only says the exhange of the information was not completed. However, that is shown in the diagram. Here's the password for it. 567381.

4:37 I picked Angela from work. Went both to Fred Meyer. When i was about to leave i saw a woman with a baby in her cart at a (n artificially created) bottle neck directing me with hands to pass first. Distractions on the roadk (like a hippy bus) and repeated suddent stops almost made me hit the next vehicle.

Back home. Cigarette smoke in the apartment, about 10 teens of which some i never seen before, some are the kids since 6 years ago when we moved, came to play and yell in front of our door. Went and picked a number of fresh, huge dog poops, when i was leaving, a woman (the one talking on her cell phone all the time) came and started to talk on her phone and dance around with her dog. Got to go to se the results.

6:13 The man upstairs started to smoke something.

8:27 I've been searching for hours. Finally found it on my blog. The video proving that ninja used powerful yet simple devices for listening. Those have surfaced from books like Ninpiden, others. But those books contain very little compared to the bulk of ninja knowledge transmitted orally or through family or clan scrolls. My suspicion is they can go further than simply listening to conversations. By closely studying a subject for years, they mai get to guess the thoughts and decisions of that person minute by minute, just from being present in the next room or even interact with (influence subject's thought or inner or silent decisions). Planning to work on a blog post to show briefly most that i know about ninja listening but that of course if the guy upstairs stop drilling my brain with squeaks. Contrary to popular beliefs, ninja did not fight in close combat except rarely. The bulk of their activity was spying, and listening was most of it while assassinations may have been carried out often by non violent means, like seeding your environment with bad bacteria and mold.

A device have been built and tested by acoustic experts using the instructions in the book but without the oral knowledge that these books are said to be accompanied by. After guessing, they had to slightly modify the design to obtain a gain of 2-3 dB. But my guess is they didn't guess the right design and right use of the device. It could be a deception meant to distract the curiosity of many about reading the books. Also if the device, besides "amplifying" the voice frequency could also diminish other frequencies, making the voice more distinguishable from ambiental or even ambiental white noise.

September 28

September 24

6:45 I took Angela at work. When i left here i saw in the parking lot a guy loading a sleeping kid about 10 years old into a truck (deja vu). On my way back, at that school a huge truck loaded with gravel or soil or something got in front of me while on  the radio they were playing Billy Idol More More More. Now i feel like i've been again exposed to very sharp invisible dust cause it hurts everywhere.

7:17 I wanted to go back to sleep and now he started the TV upstairs and i think he is smoking too.

7:43 Există lege, există bani, (16.5 miliarde lei, sub capitol 06 din Bugetul Ministerului Muncii), alocațiile nu s-au dublat.

8:40 This morning i started to get readings on my blood sugar again and it was scary, 310 on fasting.

Well, since 2 AM. I ate like crazy yesterday, because of the dust that irritated my stomach while metabolism went down because of inflammation. So i decided to go for a walk. When i was ready, i opened the door (a bit) and went back to check the stove, etc.. and one guy already passed the door (a teenager, ex-kid from the building, looking Japanese. But when i looked on the other side, there was a bottle on a rung of the stairs and a huge kid, probably bigger than me, probably brought especially from Australia, next to the older known ones, all "getting ready to go to school", but waiting for me? to get out? so they can claim something? I took the other alley however before street they switched alleys so i just turned around. Right at the corner next to the other mailboxes there was this older guy in camouflage pants, tall, thin, looking angry, trotting around his car. So i got back at the building, took the other alley, meet with more people, all looking angry, all getting in the way. I went at the street, turned around when i saw the excavator in action across 7/11. When i got here, i saw a half empty beer can on the mulch, i went to grab it but when i try to go to the garbage bin, there was this small new car, parked next to it and a mother with a girl got in the car, slowly, so i just turned around, looking and picked more stuff, until they left.

9:20 CDC says what now? and the walking robot upstairs started to squeak nervously. Wanna get a feel? limping a bit? (what happens if it falls).

9:31 Yeah he left so the robot goes now to recharge. And i'll try to sleep.

12:03 ingannare.

12:08 Mai multă ingannare.

1:30 O modelă sau o jucătoare de tenis anonimă dintr-un pictorial. Pare familiară.

6:01 Went to Copart in Woodburn. I had (still have) high hopes related to a 2015 Hyundai Elantra that seemed damaged at the right door only. (Now that i looked at many other cars i like the looks of Elantras).

However, there was damage at the bumper, one headlight from a previous fender bender, front wheels where scuffed really bad, but beyond anything it was a GDI. I dread GDIs because there is no injector in the intake to clean the valves, and tons of oil from PCV and dust gather by the valves. Could be fixed with some cleaner and than vacuuming the intake and then again installing a catch can.

It seemed the owner never took off the engine cover, the gauge was hard to pull (not checking or changing oil very often), and when i did what did i saw. Pieces of foam broken from the sound insulation under the cover (GDIs are a bit like diesel, more noisy) gathered around a spark plug. There was a fistsize hole in the foam corresponding to the fuel pump line.The car is identical in many ways to our old Elantra, there is even the same type of (unnecessary) "window" in the grill, to let you pour brake fluid, an almost sure place for gases to leak from engine compartment in the cabin. Not very clear in this picture, there is a bit of oil (from PCV) leak by the intake.

Car won't start so i went back at  the office and they gave me a jump starter. (Why didn't i took mine which was in the truck, i don't know). Battery was dead also because the negative connector was completely loose, and/or battery was beyond its life time (i think the accident happened around the time the car was five years old, exactly like for the other Hyundai we had, when probably the car lost the EPS (Electric Power Steering).).

But the jump starter won't help. Then a guy who was driving @ one of those forklifts (making tons of dust also) came and asked if we needed  help. He kept trying different other points of the chassi for a negative (battery negative connector was loose BTW) and then he went inside and started the car. The car started immediately to tick, but when i pressed  the gas pedal, the tick disappeared. It was sounding a bit like a diesel. I ran the engine for more than 10 minutes, battery won't charge whatsoever (even after i tightened the negative connector by rotating it).

Then i had this bad idea and blew those pieces of foam and some of them fell onto the hot exhaust and the whole place started to stink badly. Now i'm thinking. Those could have been falling for a long time onto the exhaust and affecting the driver (polyurethane foam).

There was a similar pile but this time of tiny but very hard nut shells (could had been an animal that nested there since this car has been in that lot) on top of an engine mount next to the serpentine belt and i think those were falling onto the belt and inside the pulleys making the tick.

Car might be leaking oil by the fuel pump (which is mechanical, fed by the engine, like the old distributors, where there is an o ring). That oil obviously ends on the exhaust again generating gases under the hood that surely will leak in the cabin by that window in the grill.

Other than that. At 68k, brakes are completely gone, also tires. So what do i get so far. Door panel, bumper, brakes, tires, a headlight.

10:18 I ate only meatloaf and cucumbers all day and my blood sugar went down to 250. That's it. No more bread. No more alcohol. Only cucumbers and protein and fiber. Had some sleep in the evening. Searching for cars, all of a sudden the place filled with smoke. Went outside and tried to find holes and stuff and this guy with his white dog was running around the building, completely ignoring the smoke.

There was this older abandoned hole right in the middle of the green area in front of my car, haven't had problems with it, however tonight someone stuck some burning stuff in there, could have been with kratom + marijuana or something else. Went in the car to search for a 3/8 extension i use as stick to push soil from sides to cover that hole and with potting soil i had in a bag, two people decided to pass by, right next to that hole, probably to claim they have some in their blood, after. Another one next to the gutter at the corner of the garages. Got a headache from that smoke.

10:53 They did it one more time. Same hole where i just pushed some potting soil, now soil was softened, another one by the bedroom window. With three buzzers under ground there are no more moles. The guy with the white dog now smokes in the balcony. Cigarettes. 

Da, știu, ungurii și japonezii de pe aici mimează în seara asta tupeul infinit, pe care oricum îl aveau, ca să îngâne. Ca să nu pot spune despre:

11:05  Partide, politicieni, parlament, congrese, competiții, iluzii și tragere de timp. Miza e zecile de miliarde de euro strânse din TVA și taxele pe venit și profit care pleacă din România chiar de la buget în fiecare an. Credeți că merită, câteva sute sau mii de actori la produs în România pentru câteva zeci de miliarde de euro pe an? Cine conduce de fapt România? Ninja și dominicanii.

Vroiam să întreb. Bine, dacă ei conduc lumea, de ce nu-și fac pur și simplu bani și să ne lase în pace? România trebuie golită.

11:31 Reading news. Cassie upstairs started walking. TV is thundering. Ingannare. Sometimes like right now i believe these buildings officially with many empty floors are actually uninhabited and made only for the skyline. Also because of the super rich of this world are actually actors, they don't have any properties and especially they don't act like. The little scandals and few pictures in the media also fake are nothing like the tumultuous high life should be in the circles above us.

11:56 Now, besides thundering TV, probably the guy with the white dog in apartment 4 started a load of laundry.

September 1

12:06 Wake me up when September comes... Lăsați acum PNRR-ul, Ministerul Transporturilor de exemplu are alocat prin Bugetul de Stat anul acesta până la 30 miliarde lei sau 6 miliarde euro din care a cheltuit deja 2-3. (De ce nu vine Ministrul Transporturilor să facă o dare de seamă a banilor, ce s-a cheltuit și pe ce, ce mai urmează anul acesta).

7:11 Ultimul lucru ce l-am pomenit în ziua precedentă a fost "Space Opera", au venit imediat cu ceva. Nu știu, totul seamănă cu o discuție de copii, când fiecare vrea să arate că știe sau poate mai mult pe un subiect.

Apropo de space opera, chiar acum mi-a picat o fisă. Numărul de la camioneta mea care mi-a fost dat tot așa "la rând" este CL 76277. 76 to 77. Sincer, mi s-a părut o pierdere de timp să caut informații despre scientologie. Iată că aproape fără să vreau am dat peste ceva informații. O pagină scrisă de Hubbard însuși, scriitorul Sci Fi transformat în profet și fondatorul acestei religii, pe un site de pe la începutul internetului, secretele dezvăluite la acordarea OTIII (al treilea grad din cele 8 parcurse în cadrul bisericii), în care vorbește despre Xenu și o federație de 76 de planete, pagină pentru care o tipă a fost dată în judecată de această biserică. Teegeeack, adică Pământul, ar fi planeta nr. 77? CL este de la Crater Lake, un lac imens în vârful unui... vulcan în sudul Oregonului.

Ce chestie. Ieri am vrut să pun un video de pe vremea lui Băsescu, când am văzut o zvastică ca și logo al celui ce a încărcat video-ul, ce apărea în colțul din stânga sus. Azi vreau să pun un video despre sărbătorirea de către Scientologie a obținerii statutului de religie devenind astfel o organizație scutită de taxe (Xenu, taxe) și văd că cel care a încărcat video-ul și-a pus numele de user Angry Gay Pope. Puțină psihologie inversă, peste tot. Pun video-ul oricum pentru că lumea trebuie să știe despre această religie. Temutul IRS sau Internal Revenue Service este agenția americană care se ocupă de strângerea taxelor și care uneori face "audit-uri", adică verifică formularele plătitorilor, în mod aleatoriu. Xenu, dictatorul galactic, a folosit pretextul taxelor pentru a aresta un mare număr de tetani și a-i aduce pe Pământ unde au fost uciși, acum 75 milioane de ani.

7:15 Ce vroiam să mai spun. Oricât s-ar certa între ei, oricât de mult ar devia de la subiect, guvernarea unei țări se reduce la strângerea taxelor și administrarea banilor strânși, adică a bugetului. Exact despre asta însă, vedem foarte puțin în media. Vedem discuții infinite adică scandaluri pe cifre derizorii, de obicei câteva procente din cifrele reale de la ministere.

Aceste cifre, din motive destul de clare, nu se discută niciodată. Nici de dreapta, nici de stânga, nici de socialiști, nici de legionari, nici de Rareș Bogdan nici de Codrin Ștefănescu. Pentru că e vorba de cele aproximativ 40 miliarde de euro care i-am calculat eu odată că dispar anual de la buget.

O anecdotă de la Crater Lake. Am fost odată cu Angela, oare prin ce an, în jur de 2000, cu Nissan-ul, la Crater Lake, de două ori în două zile. Am stat în Motel 6 la Klamath Falls (am fost acolo iar anul acesta, același motel, dar mai dărăpănat). Ca să mergi din Klamath (denumire indiană, ca multe din SUA) Falls la Crater Lake trebuie să treci pe lângă Klamath Lake, un lac de șes, tot așa, imens. Deci în prima zi după amiază ne-am dus cam în grabă, pe înserate, eu obosit, nu am văzut mare lucru și am decis că mergem încă o dată a doua zi. Deci când ne-am întors la motel după prima vizită, am trecut seara iar pe lângă Klamath Falls, pe o lungime a drumului cam de 10 mile. Adică vezi lac în dreapta vreo 10-15 minute. La un moment dat, tot cerul s-a acoperit de țânțari. Era ca ceața, nu mai vedeai soarele sau apusul mă rog.

Am oprit să văd ce se întâmplă, am crezut că poate trece. Tot norul acela de țânțari s-a aglomerat în spate lângă țeava de eșapament, pentru că țânțarii erau atrași de bioxidul de carbon (așa găsesc ei "victimele") și se vedeau roind în lumina roșie de la frână. M-am temut că îmi vor înfunda radiatorul, ceea ce s-a și întâmplat, parțial. Bine, am scăpat de acolo, după câteva mile de condus prin norul de țânțari, a doua zi dimineața la motel în parcare am curățat cât am putut radiatorul și ne-am dus iar la Crater Lake. Acolo, într-o parcare, o japoneză a venit lângă mașină, nu spunea nimic, se uita la bara din față, care din grena (culoarea mașinii) devenise verde și avea aspectul unui covor. Oare țânțarii aceia simbolizau tot așa tetanii din Scientologie, la fel ca praful de lemn roșu de aici?

9:14 Apropo, ziele acestea, adică ieri, am luat iar o doză bună. Luni a fost fum, am fost lemn pur și simplu, mai ales a doua zi. Nu am mai ținut cont și am mers peste chips-uri de mai multe ori, ca să tot înfund o gaură de sub ușă care se desfunda mereu și de unde eu cred că ieșea fumul. După 3-4 încercări, gaura nu s-a mai desfundat, fum nu a mai fost în schimb am cărat pe pantofi praf din acela în casă care s-a răspândit peste tot. Azi am dat cu furtunul pe scări și în fața ușii, apropo, cred că a apărut iar fum.

10:17 I am very irritated by the dust. Had lots in my hair when i took a shower. Not receiving yet the mole sticks, prompted by the smoke, i went to Home Depot and bought 3 cans of Great Stuff Pest Block. Cheaper then other versions of the same product, it does not contain pesticides, as the name might suggest. It's just an expanding foam that i thought i could squeeze in the mole holes. But won't use it now thinking of returning (bought it as the result of another decision made under the influence of smoke this morning), now i'm waiting for the sticks. Cause if i fill the holes with foam, how is the sound from the sticks going to propagate? BTW, here comes the smoke again.

2:07 I installed one of the sticks already, made a tool out of a metal broom to dig the hole. The fridge was full of dust under, redwood irritating dust, could not just wait for a few more hours, today is Wednesday, the blowers are coming again. Hope i will have time to hose the stairs after they finish and before the guy upstairs is coming.

Thinking about an operatic voice. My insurance, Progressive, didn't call me yet with an estimate or an offer, it took the car to their "in network" shop about a week ago, it's been 11 days since the accident.

2:36 Nebăgarea de seamă (eram atent ptr. dvs.); Către ei: În scandalurile voastre mizerabile, nu terfeliți și Constituția.

5:12 Just filled the truck. 12.9 gallons for 320 miles. He didn't overfill, i watched. That is the way that needle goes now, two lines over the top. 200 miles on freeway, rest in city, almost 25 mpg.

7:00 I just can't believe how loud those kids are yelling in the backyard. They awoke Angela who yelled back at them.

11:46 Never heard of in the west. Flying on a kite to set the enemy's castle or camp on fire. Interesting the toponym, always been wondering of Naga in Japanese has the same meaning as in Hungarian or Nguen in some Aboriginal Australian languages. But that was not what i was searching for. What i was searching for was how ninja employ children to do their work.

What happened today defies any imagination. They got a kid, probably selected out of thousands, who screams much more than any other kids. I can hear him in the complex, but sometimes he comes to "play" here in the backyard, next to the building where he used to live. He did this for years, i think he's getting older now and starts to understand, but still does it. The screams. When that happens, i call it audio terror. Cannot do anything, interrupts everything. Of course he does it when the man upstairs is not squeaking or the man in the next building is not speaking on the phone. Each at his turn. There is something that reminds me of that scream. A synthetic scream from a semi-synthetic song. Listen to this. Imagine some kid doing this all afternoon next to your windows.

Today he awoke Angela after about half hour of sleep. She needs her afternoon sleep because at night she watches TV until she relaxes enough to can sleep. It was the perfect storm, got the estimate from the in network shop (assigned by insurance), without an offer though. Over 14 k for this?