Today i woke up full of wish to take hold, as the poet once said. It was around year 2000 when a guy who was doing mechanic work in his garage told me: You have to know how to "watch the news, George!", "If you don't watch them right, you will get more confused than before" or something like that and he looked like he meant it. It was maybe the beginning of a mental thread that never ended but i can still put myself at peace and trying to forget. Cause now i know what he meant. However, what i still don't understand is why he told me that? Just to bully me, recurrently, cause he was one of them. One of the thousands from the army of actors replacing anybody i ever met and knew. The Foxey news. Don't take them seriously, or better said literally, but behold and try to understand why they're saying this and that and on what level of the ladder of illusions.
Especially after what i saw last night on google earth. One of my theories that verifies and could possibly finally bring me some money. That is if the world is functioning the way they say it does which is not. But sometimes they are trying to simulate it does and i could, maybe, with lots of luck, catch one of those moments.
But a "dry air" was still choking me while a hangover from i'm not sure what was holding me back. Then i started to vaguely remember what i've done last night. I tried to clean one more time the uncleanable, the big black hole i'm staring every time i go there to wash my hands or whatever, underneath the bathroom sink. Before that i also tried to take one more picture to post online when i saw (in the picture), horrified that there was more to that runoff than i knew. Something on the other side of the drain. Another piece of it that leads to nowhere, while the front one covers the overfill. A cheap way to close everything. That runoff altogether can hold maybe one gallon of fluid.
Then i remembered the rubber gasket that i pulled from inside through one of the holes of the "assembly" as the guy at Homo DePot told me. The holes that allow the runoff to empty in case of overfill. That rubber gasket prevented water from the sink to go in the runoff, while the vertical holes on the pipe going down ("the assembly") do not?
Then i painfully took everything apart, stuck a rag, a kitchen sponge inside and tried to clean it one more time. I double i did it completely, cause while i'm writing her i feel the same pungent smell of "dry air" which is actually mold. Garlicky so to say. Took pictures,
then i ate something, and i remember i wanted to take that piece of broken gasket to Homo DePot to make it less painful there. Then i left however outside i saw the poos. I told myself. Should pick them now cause it's gonna smell less inside when i get back.
So i went to pick those and it was then i realized i was high, could not handle that bag, i touched one of them, etc.. Then i went back inside to wash my hands. Then i left but after the first intersection i realized i should have gone to park first to clear my mind a little, so they won't make again a full out of me. It was nice in the park, i took a few pictures. Until i got at the (in)famous T intersection, where there's always many vehicles waiting at the most useless stop sign in the world. After i passed that, again smoke was flooding the whole area so i just turned around, and the whole walk in the park was kinda neutral, i was dizzy again.
Right here beyond these threes there is a (public) pond that corresponds to the river through a canal. On the other side of the road there is another pond, hidden by a fence. From there, sometimes emerge ducks, big or small, mature or babies attempting to cross the road, in flight or walking. There is even a sign saying "duck crossing". Today they were driven by a blower from next house. They stopped the traffic as i was passing.
I passed again the whipping post of Tualatin, next to a trash bin
(Needless to say. Blogger has recently done some unrequested by nobody mods to it's interface. One of the things it does, is changing the resolution of the uploaded pictures, randomly. Others, impossible to describe in words, delays my work considerably, could have finished hours ago)
So drove in my old truck to Homo DePot and there first thing i saw, like yesterday, was the deep blue smoke coming out of the BBQ, maybe announcing. Habeamus Presidentes. Again filling the huge parking lot with good smells of wood and BBQ.
Inside Homo DePot. I stuck my hand in my pocket where i knew i had that piece of gasket. However, it wasn't there. I knew i was toasted cause they are trying to set me up among many other things as going there for no good reason. Cause there was such gasket on the bay. There was no separate bay for bathroom sink, just a column in another one. I could find a gasket of that type for shower drain, but not for sink. I couldn't see any guys in orange apron around and went in paint and asked one guy and he went hysterical, like he waited and made a store wide announcement, inviting whoever wanted to come and help me on isle 12. Finally an older curly guy (obviously not a Homo DePot seller but some politician but with mask, who can tell) came and started to play like he didn't understand what i was saying and after stumbling and guessing for 5 minutes. I showed him from the beginning the gasket from the shower drain and i said i needed one for the sink, then he showed me one for the kitchen sink which i already knew they had. Then he asked me, is it in the bottom or the top of the sink? I said on top and he showed me one for the faucet/ Should have said. Top of the bottom? He finally showed me he one whole assembly of a drain but with no gasket in it and then he told me, softly this time (not yelling like before to prove i'm stupid for anyone that listens, just for myself to hear), they used to have one, nowadays people are using silicon instead.
I came back, i was really careful at the left turn on Carman (yes, coming from Se quoia aka redwood), cause yesterday some crazy tried to simulate i didn't see him, trying to turn into my lane, and when i got here started to asses the mole hole situation.
Cannot prove it and nobody believes me but every time i plug those the smoke stops for a while. I was thinking. Maybe the guy with the catering business. Maybe catering is just a cover, maybe he's cooking hash. Cause i never feel the smell of food, only this weird smell that makes me dizzy, aggressive, etc.. But then why every time i find and plug those holes the smoke stops, at least for a while. Anyways, it's all outdated, while i was trying to figure new blogger's interface (i don't really know html, i learned only what i needed for minimal blog writing, now they changed it all and had to learn whole new tricks to be able to do the same thing. (Example: If y remove completely style from href after uploading a picture which i don't need for my minimalist style, blogger lowers dramatically the resolution of that picture).
However i throw this picture here, it was done hours ago, just went and plugged a hole inches from that one. After i heard a big exhaust noise and felt new smoke coming in here (vibration from the exhaust helps the smoke get inside).
Now i have to go and put that sink together, using silicon, whatever, is 6 PM and all my plans for today are forgotten since many hours ago.
As for the money making idea. I told Angela earlier today. I did look a bit last night on google earth for some big gold mine locations around the globe like in South Africa and all i can tell is there is way more gold out there waiting to be found and i know where to look for it.
7:27 They decided it was time for me to wake up. Here's a dedication for them.
I had a neighbor in Bacău who looked exactly like Yoko Ono in this picture though she was supposed to be 25 or 30 or something. But i once said and can't find it right now is the Japanese woman narrator in this documentary about Yoshiwara is also her. Just like "Alexa" who in reality is 46 years old, is married to a musician (who was playing guitar in the live band at 7 feathers) and has 2 children.
8:35 Do you know what ozone smells like? The sparks inside the electric motor of the coffee grinder make ozone.
A while ago i bought an ozone/negative ion generator. But i wasn't careful, the generator is way too big for this apartment, is for industrial settings or maybe casinos, 4500 ft at maximum setting. Even at the lowest, is too much for the apartment. Yesterday i got really pissed off with the smells around here and let it on all day at the lowest but shut it down when around midnight.
When i woke up this morning it was still stinking in here like ozone. I think i ended the smoke smell by pouring Quikrete mixed with soil in the mole? holes next to basement. I started the bathroom fan and walked outside for a second and this time, and after being cleared out of other smells except ozone i realized outside it was smelling like sewage. I knew about that smell but never made the connection.
I know once i had the fan on and saw air flowing from a whole in the wall under sink. Which means there's a leak in the 4 inch flexible pipe at the bathroom fan. Leaks that when the fan is on pressurizes the walls and space between ceiling and floor, some 2 ft high empty space.
Once i stop the bathroom fan there's no more sewage smell outside. Which means the space between ceiling/upstairs floor, the walls, is filled with sewer gas. And when they step like this on the wooden floor, they actually pump it inside here. Instant. On demand.
So what i've done is i moved the ozone generator in the bathroom, set it on max and started the fan and now when i check outside there's less and less sewer smell.
I don't know exactly where the sewer gas is coming from. It could be only from that leak, that is when i start the fan after i use the bathroom. It could be from their toilet seat. I don't know but after almost 40 minutes of running the bathroom fan with the room saturated with ozone, the smell started to cleas outside.
While i was checking and opening the door several times, they did the trick with the morning sleeping kid. They brought a sleeping kid in a gray Toyota or Honda or something, stopped in the middle of the alley and started the lengthy and complicated procedure of unstrapping the kid and taking it in an apartment in building D that took like 5 minutes time in which i opened the door like 3 times.
I will repeat the procedure with the ozone and bathroom fan a couple of times to see if it clears the smell completely, if not it means there's another leak at the toilet seat.
10:10 Just called State Farm, they said the added Angela, the person i spoke with said the person i spoke yesterday is not there yet and he doesn't know why their email with the new card and policy didn't get to me yet.
11:43 Finally got a card in the email with both names on however my name is misspelled and can't go into my accounts cause the site is frozen.
1:09 Now i got two separate cards with only one name on each however it's my name on both, nothing for Angela.
1:33 Right. Farm equipment where all lead ends in food. Low flying small aircraft and helicopters.
2:20 I think i saw "Alexa" briefly in the park @12:30 with a 70 years old woman mask on her face, but i think it was moving too fast and alert to be that old and i think i recognized the shape of her body from behind. I had several encounters with her, first when i was sick with my hand and she had a jacket with a visible inscription saying UNWELL.
2:34 There is an open hole near the living wall, no smoke smell, but felt very sleepy when i went for the walk in the park. I squeezed a bit of Quikrete out of that bag but there's a couple of Comcast trucks. one in our spot one next to it, right near it and i feel shy of doing it in their presence. In the mean time more mole gas is coming here making me sick.
6:55 Ok i fixed the above, now they invaded that space and yelling. Whatever.
It's not that. The biggest problems is not Alexa. The biggest problem to me right now is if behind or before Alexa she was Ayesha Alexis Auciello, the woman from Los Angeles who started this new (sexual) revolution on TikTok and if she is also Seri Iwahori.
Alexa has many American culture samples or shall i say cultural staples included in her performances on all sites and to some degree she masters English. West Coast culture of course. So does Ayesha.
Which means that both must have lived on the wet coast US for at least 10 years though it is hard to say because in both cases it's all so obviously scripted and rehearsed and repeated and CGIed and made to look amateurish and stuff.
Second clue. Ayesha, Geisha. Rumored trans. Did you know first Geisha in Japan were men?
Third clue. Second name. Alexis.
Fourth. Stage name, Erotica.
Fifth. Location. Seri Iwahori and her husband Takuro own a house in Los Angeles.
Sixth. Seri's husband Takuro is a musician. He could be the man behind all the soundtracks of which some are indeed astoundingly good, some better (erotica, right) than today mainstream Dodge ya Cat and stuff. But what if...?
2:30 Found a snake unter the kitchen sink. It bit me for years but now it's dead.
The symbolism. Many people see but very few, including me, ever understand. I mean, you trust the design, the engineers, the plumbers and the government who writes the codes. The flexible pipe opens in your sink, there is no back-flow valve. When the sink gets clogged and the water level rises, just before pressing that switch, some of the stuff goes in it. Now if you do dishes every day, it gets, somehow, cleaned by the flow of water from the dishwasher, during the rinsing cycle, but over the years, it grows stalactites. I stopped using it after i saw deposits of grease in hidden places in the dishwasher. I periodically ran some water with detergent, but the stench kept coming back. As heat grew and i left and stopped the AC because i was afraid something might go wrong with it in my absence, the stench amplified inside the apartment. Pains all over by body, since around the time i stopped using it. My stomach pains that came back in the last few days and i'm back on omeprazole which i took for many years. Why Angela is better than me? Because she doesn't stay here all the time. Today i went to do a noodle soup and was again hit by it and disconnected the pipe with a flat screwdriver and saw the horror inside the pipe. Under the appearance of grand luxury, there is a deadly danger. Who said Roman empire vanished because of plumbing? However, i don't believe it was the lead. It was the plumbers who might have been of the crafty snake race.
Also could not figure the source of the mysterious, interesting smell that was hitting me every time i came home from somewhere. There are places like under the throne that nobody ever looks at to clean. Around that plastic screw there was black mold soaked with urine and f...s that became apparent after i put some chlorine gel on it. If you clean the throne without looking under, your chlorine gel soaked rag hits that unnecessarily long plastic screw every time and you can't clean behind it. But even now that i found it it is possible i will forget about it, being immersed in the stress of every day life for another year.
About the mysterious dead end gutter that climbs on the other side (left) of the overfill gutter of the bathroom sink i wrote before and then forgot and it got dirty again deep inside.
5:36 BTW did you know that when Romans finally conquered Dacia (said Felix or happy in Latin) in 98–117, they brought in 230 tons of gold, much more silver, the initial treasure, among many other goods including slaves (and 200 tons each year, after, for ~165 years). The emperor Trajan who invested in that war paying the 100.000 soldiers for decades an equivalent of one kilogram of gold a year for a simple soldier and building a bridge over Danube, decreed 123 days of celebrations in Rome and erased all debts to FISCUS after capturing that treasuer? Statues of Dacian slaves in Rome, (many links missing, didn't have time to fix it).
However that was the beginning of the end for Romans. With that gold they started to massively import luxury goods from Asia (They called the country where silk came from Serica, not having an idea where it was). Caravans numbering up to 10.000 animals guarded by mercenaries were carrying silk and spices for thousands of miles from China (yes on the ancient so called silk road) bringing their weight in gold in return. The Chinese used the gold for a good purpose, building the Great China Wall. Attracted by the gold, first came the Goths whom i believe were Asians. Goths allied with some free Dacian tribes (that were not included within Trajan's borders) and drove the Romans out of Dacia.
Within one hundred years Roman gold coins got smaller and smaller and from gold turned to copper and they didn't have money to pay the army and ended hiring Goths as soldiers. It was around that time when Attila's huns (noons) arrived in Europe and overwhelmed Romans with their unconventional war tactics. Huns marched all the way to Rome but did not occupy it (i believe because of their small numbers) in exchange for Pannonia, a Roman province which was west of Dacia, in today's... Hungary while Dacia itself became Romania.
The way the word daci (inhabitants of Dacia) is pronounceed in today's Romanian suggests a link with such European peoples named as Dutch or Deutsch (Germans).
Since i moved in here many strange things happened they didn't happen an the other apartment. I mean they did but on a smaller scale. Besides endless cleaning and repairing of things broken, old and smelly.
After a few days my blood pressure monitor disappeared. I've been using it a lot in the past, maybe obsessively. I found it months later in a box in the storage in the balcony. Then it broke. The little air bag that was pressing when it was inflating got pierced.
I don't know if i can remember many things from the past, but i'll try. I'll start with the last one i found today. A month ago i replaced the shower hose. It was about five years old, ten bucks at Home Depot or Lowes, i liked it because it was light and flexible. The handle itself broke by the thread where it joints the flexible hose.
I bought a similar one at Lowes, about a month ago. A few days ago it was leaking and i tightened it by hand, lightly. Today the nut is cracked.
I had in the bathroom a number of spray bottles with all kind of cleaners, cleaning enzymes and stuff like that. For a few days now the exhaust fan at my down stairs neighbor runs continuously, day and night. It is out of balance and vibrates.The floor vibrates, the whole bathroom vibrates and all the bottles caps came loose. I had some chlorine left in a gallon bottle under the sink that had a loose cap. Yesterday i touched with my knee the door of the cabinet that closes the space under the sink when was opened and it broke with no effort, didn't fixed it yet. The result is this morning in the bathroom smelled like chlorine and other stuff. I thought it was coming from the walls from my neighbors, but after i cleaned everything and closed all the bottles and removed them from the bathroom i think the smell disappeared.
All this things happen mostly around holidays. To me holidays started to become a nightmare.
So this morning before i cleaned the bathroom we went for a walk in the park. I forgot something and came back from the parking lot. Just before i got into the car i saw this very low flying plane, making no noise, just above the tress.
About one hour after i came from the park (a three mile walk, 400 ft climb) i got really sick.
Yesterday i went to the ocean. (got some pictures on flickr here ). I ran out of gasoline and went to a Chevron in Seaside at @4:50. I bought 20 dollars worth of gasoline and when i tried to get back on the road, thinking heading south, a large gray silver truck (I think it was a Silverado with heightened supsension) with no license plate in front, with two mature heavy built blond male persons with very short or no hair came from the middle of the road into the right lane where i wanted to go to and accelerated and it was a tenth of a second that made the difference to me when i decided to look one more time to the left before taking off from the alley). Immediately two other cars came after him, cars i haven't seen when i first looked before i decided to make a right from the gas station's alley, a red Toyota Prius and a gray Ford Focus. Then they slowed down so i could not get close to see the number of that Silverado, cause it had one in the rear. But i had enough time to see it was of turquoise color, like that of an Arizona plate, as i've seen so many around here (in the last two or three years i've seen an unusually largy number of out of state license plates).
So i tried to follow the Silverado but the distance to the truck grew bigger and bigger until right before the intersection between 101 and 26 i lost sight of it and did not see which way it went. My initial plan was to go south to Rockaway Beach so i did. When the road turned to 2 lanes in one direction, right after the intersection, i passed the Ford, and saw an old man with a ducks' fan cap with the big yellow O on his head at the wheel and i thought i saw him sneering nervously at me.
Then i accelerated but there was no sight of the Silverado.
Than at one of the first left turns i saw the other driver, that of the Prius, that stopped unexpectedly (he too was covered by another car that stopped in front of me). But i didn't see his face.
But on 101, before losing sight of the Silverado, i took one picture, unfortunately it was too far away and the truck partially covered by a pole. Maybe people with more technology could do a spectral analysis of the plate for the color.
Name says a lot. For many years i used to believe it has something to do with kneels. Makes you kneel that is. I know one guy there. Mark Hessel. And there was another woman i spoke with in the agency, short, fat, looking Japanese.
In January 2010 we've been kicked from Sussex. There was a guy there Kaleb whom i knew only by seeing him and seeing his name on the mailbox.
At Sussex there was an episode that just came to mind. The 2002 Seattle earthquake. There was a handyman scheduled exactly at that time in the apartment. He went outside to pick something from his Volvo, i went to the door to see what he's doing. Then the earthquake started, a series of ample movement, i stood in the door frame when i heard somebody running on the roof. I looked at the handyman while he was staring the roof.
There was a broken pipe in the wall in there that got never fixed. Every time i was opening the water at the bathroom sink, a pipe was moving in the wall. Probably leaking in the wall and making mold.
While i was there at first i was not aware of the mineral insulation problem. After, or when when i realized the attic was full with loose mineral insulation, i taped the lid to the attic so it won't fall down at least through there.
There was this guy with a red Toyota Supra i guess who looked like a South American drug dealer who was showing from time to time, pretending living there. La Tuta i guess.
Christine McVie, Carole King acting like managers. John Winquist, owner of Regent, the management company i think is a now Hungarian top politician.
So we've been looking for a place to move. Actually applied in two different places. One Saturday in February they called us from Sunflower Apts, i believe we were approved there too but for some reason i can't explain right now none of us wanted to answer the phone. Monday (hopefully i will come with the date, it think it was February 2010) i had appointment with Mark from McNeeley, i went at the apartment in Lake Oswego and signed the papers. As we climbed in the truck to go in Lake Oswego they called us again from Sunflower and told us we were approved but i already made my mind. I was moving to Lake Oswego. Rent was about similar but location, one of the best in Portland area. Not knowing it was actually on the top of an extinct volcano.
Don't know what was wrong with me in that day. I didn't feel the terrible stink in there. Maybe because window was open. Maybe i was hypnotized (to us, Mark appeared like he had severe strabismus (not seen in the picture above). All i saw was the view, the pool (which Mark told us wasn't "ours", the apartment was the only one rented in the building, the others were individually owned condos). The place was a dump. I will select some pictures. The pan of the fridge filled with some sort of glue that resulted from combination of asphalt and silica from roof shingles. Hardwood floor was stinking so bad from being contaminated with that stuff and food that i had to cover it with shelf liners.
The rusty, leaking toilet, discoloration of the vynil.
Everything was leaking under the kitchen sink
And the endless hole.
There are many other things to be said about that place before i start getting to the reason for this post. But before, a word about Apt.9 or next door. There were a couple of celebrities that were showing as Anna, the young single neighbor. One of them was Kelly Clarkson.
And the guy at Apt.2 (two levels down) who looked like Jinichi Kawakami posing for a young single guy who was never cleaning and smoking the stinkiest cigarettes (natural tobaco, not treated for burning faster like most brands). There i found out for the first time of the existence of ninja dojos in the US.
The woman who lived at nr.6 (right under) left after one week (came back at times). I forgot where she said she was moving. The apartment was vacated for a long time, more that a year. Then the short old man with the green van moved in. He lived there for about 6 months. On June 6 2011 i took this picture.
And this one on July 2nd the same year.
I think he left in September that year. That was after they poured asphalt on street. Because the day after he dragged me into a short conversation.
What was about him. As you can see from the first picture he was handling some high tech tools. Sometimes at night i head what i though him was chiseling, maybe the walls.
After him i remember Christina Minnis moving in there. Found the name on a site that gives you names of neighbors and googled and found this.
She was wanted in Texas for some minor offenses and she found shelter here. However, she was living in that dump with a guy (i forgot his name now), black, who was working for a British company, somewhere in Downtown Portland.
She found a job here in Portland at David Killer Bread. I remember the day when Dave Dahl, the owner, was arrested. A few days later they started the bathroom fan downstairs and was on until December 2014.
They had a dog probably she dog, probably sick cause it was actually crying every they after they left in the morning.
Story is much longer. To make it short, today i figured the purpose for that fan to be on for so long was to pump in the floor (or their ceiling) and into our apartment the same stuff they pump in here for more than a year now or since i heard upstairs the same chiseling sound, December 2019 and then i heard the dog making the same crying sound as the one down stairs more than 6 years ago. That is litter dust. When those neighbors moved in spring, i saw the woman carrying a small dog in a pouch at her chest, like a baby. Both dogs were probably sick, probably infected with some parasite that eliminates in the feces and ended up in the dust that gets in here, that gives me the same symptoms and probably.
This summer upstairs moved a woman who looked like a Japanese actress. They also had a dog and they had a portable AC in the kitchen area vibrating the walls and floors and allowing litter dust to get into the walls and from there in here. The current neighbor does not have a dog but a cat and uses only one "in wall" heater, in the dining area or about the same area where the AC was and for that reason (the others are off) it runs a lot, that also vibrates, in about the same area.
Last night i covered more holes and cracks in the laundry closet area because after cleaning for many days it started to stink after i used the washer and drier yesterday which shook the walls and more stuff came in. But i believe somebody was in here last night and took out of the sealed bag an old injector (forgotten from Nissan) that today started to stink to mask the hole story.
Both stinking places are responsible for creating and maintaining my diabetes.
The woman at Apt.9 driving a blue Jeep reminds me now of Christa Jacobson. After her in that apartment moved in a guy who resembled AndreiPostelnicu whom i saw last time the day before he went missing in Florida. In the spring of 2014 i believe Bill Cosby moved in there.
The apartment nr.7, next wall, slightly below, had a chimney. I believe this is where the smoke came from. When i moved in here the smoke didn't get out of our clothes until i washed them at least 5 times each. I believe in there at times was a woman from Hungary, Nora Gorbe.
I once called Lake Oswego Police. The guy who came, Sergeant Sparkle, was looking exactly like the President of Hungary, János Áder.
One more thing. The more i look at Jim McNeeley's face the more i think he looks like the old man who moved lately at Sussex in the apartment under. I don't know, it's been more than ten years. I think it was around 2007 when he came. He parked some sort of old RV vehicle and had it parked there for a long time. Then he got an old car. Lately he put a blanket in kitchen's window and i think he was not airing and cleaning a lot and the whole place started to stink.
2:49 Got all dressed and ready to leave for a walk. Opened the living blinds only to see coming from around the corner with her dog "the veteran's daughter". A woman close to 30s who looks like a child. Her mother looks like Rosie O'Donnell and her father like a Hungarian opera singer, forgot his name.
2:53 Shut the computer (my mistake), getting ready to leave. An engine rumbling in the distance raised some dust and made me sneeze. I remembered, earlier when i went in the kitchen to eat, some very loud hissing from the pipes in the wall (nobody's home upstairs, must be the next apartment) raised dust from corners. No matter how clean a place is, there will always be some dust to be raised by very high or very low frequencies. Got sick of course after eating. I remember now, every time i eat if the guy upstairs not home, there will be hissing in the wall. No other time during day, only then.
Opened the door, only to see four kids "waiting for me" in the alley. Closed the door, came here, it took 2 minutes to reboot the computer, 2 more minutes to write it all down.
4:21 Handywoman seem taller than me. So far i could not figure the height of the guy. A few things though. Major in English at one of the best Hungarian Universities. Though very few works published (including Sylvia's Virginity, Sex in the Living Room, Budapest Psycho), from 2000 to 2004 he was vice-president of Hungarian Writer's Union, which is no little thing in Hungary. He "commited suicide" in 2012, about the time when that janitor woman appeared at Eagle Crest in Lake Oswego. There she would show rarely (a handful of times in several years), randomly sweep places moving lasciviously, power wash curbs a week before they were power washed again by the guys who re-did the pavement, etc..
Just measured. My standing height is 1.3333 of my kneeling height but that varies from person to person. The guy is as tall as the two guys at his right or a bit shorter and one head shorter that the one on his left.
It looks like he's between 5'10" and 6' and to be taller than be he's got to have some modified shoes, but not a lot.
This weird picture, one of his 10 i found on the web seem prepared for a situation like this, just to create confusion. Consistent with what people like Hungarians live by. Suggestion, enticing, confusion and deception on continuousbasis. Just pranking the whole world, no harmdone intended.
8:30/6:30 Azi în sfârșit m-am hotărât să pozez furgoneta aia pe care o văd de săptămâni, care parcă cerșește pozată din parcarea de la spital (eu (simt că) abuzez această parcare goală pentru plimbările mele zilnice). Ca să ajung acolo trebuie să ocolesc centrul de dializă da Vita, să trec de azilul de bătrâni cu steagul american și cel canadian și dacă nu mă calcă nici o mașină, ajung în zona zimbolică unde într-o parcare goală (goală de când au pus-o, adică zeci de ani de când o știu eu, spitalul are parcare supradimensionată) apar tot felul de zimbolisme, inclusiv avioane private care sboară foarte foarte jos și fluieră (chiar v-ați așteptat fraților la toate aceste complicații infinite când ați intrat în NATO? Democrația nu se vinde cu manual de utilizare, și meseria se fură, nu se învață iar Marcel Proust e mort demult).
Sunt acestea rațe plutitoare (găurite) sau Boboc(i) sburători? (Da sunt beat).
"Priviți aceste rațe
Deși sunt moarte, zboară
Căci ce le ține-n aer
E dragostea de țara.
Trăiască vânătorul Ce Întregul stol doboară Că rața comunistă Deși e moartă, sboară"
10:38 Earlier. I still feel the effect of being exposed to mold yesterday when i cleaned all the windows a wet rag soaked in chlorine and blinds in the bathtub and gathered a large amount of black mold in the bathroom sink (the chlorinated water in the sink i was rinsing my rag into turned dark and then turned light after an hour or so). Lower temperatures in the last few weeks made lots of condensation on the idiotically criminally designed aluminum frame windows which have so many intricacies (corners) that are almost impossible to clean. Because of that today among other symptoms i had all day an irritated esophagus (mold eliminating from lungs into esophagus) and when i ate some dry overcooked fish (my fault), probably combined with a large generous exhaust noise, had another dysphagia episode. Was so mad about the manipulations i detect in every bit of media i look at, went for a walk. A stinking exhaust passed me on the empty street, and then next to the tennis club, some guy was using a power tool with many dB (at 10 PM), a noisy low flying plane (just figured, the synth in the song may indeed suggest a didgeridoo like in oh so many other songs since they invented synths) passed and an out of place guy, making weird gestures, i got my nasal mucous membrane irritated, vacuum in my lungs when breathing in through an congested nose, which was sucking my heart up until i got some palpitations, dizziness, tried to call Angela, but she didn't have signal (low cost version of T-mobile) and then remembered and started to breath on my mouth. Something that happened tonight, the 1000th times since i am in the US. Usually both events makes you forget everything else for the rest of the day and week (yes you guessed not quite anymore to me).
11:35 Călugării budiști, niște oameni care trăiesc în afara timpului, o iluzie. Apropo, Arya Avalokitesvara nu este un nume de arian (lordul Avalokitesvara) ci se traduce "în aer, sunet dintr-un loc îndepărtat", poate chiar un didgeridoo (la care telefonul a făcut un "ding" ca un clopot, deci acum știm cine "dublează").
11:52 Apropo mi-am amintit de o chestie. M-am gândit toată ziua. Cred că numele Șoșoaca (care se mai poate scrie Țâțoaca) vine de la Șoaca Șoaca adică ȘȘ (care se traduce Sucker Sucker adică stereo sucker flying Saucer). Mă duc să văd al 3-lea episod sezonul II din Pandora. Ceau, escu.
5:29 Yesterday i started to choke because of stomach inflammation because of invisible silica litter dust, when stomach and intestine become so inflamed, they swell and increase volume and press on diaphragm muscle and makes it hard to breath, after a massive release of used litter dust from upstairs, contaminated with dog urine and feces.
I put a wet towel in the airflow created by the filter but overnight it dried and i woke with again difficulties breathing. I believe charcoal might help by absorbing the sub micronic algae shells the litter dust is made of. In the living room where it was most, now it smells like a stable with deodorant. When i washed the towel this morning in the bathroom sink water became whitish or foggy because of the silica dust absorbed by that towel before it dried.
It all happened after i posted this. But it isn't the first time, as it happened, over the years, for much "lesser reasons". It took me many years to figure what it was.
5:53 În timp ce majoritatea românilor tremurau de frig în lucrând în mediul industrial creat mai ales după 65, alții, mai norocoși, și-au construit o carieră în tenisul profesionist, jucând în turnee internaționale, cu ajutorul securității însăși. Deși nu înțeleg site-ul, la fiecare meci este afișat premiul în bani, care par mulți, sus este afișat totalul. Năstase, jucător de tenis profesionist timp de 22 de ani, cred că nu i-a fost întotdeauna ușor, mai ales cu deplasările, bănuiesc că a avut și antrenor și însoțitori în timpul turneelor, probabil o întreagă echipă de securiști, acum are probleme cu o locuință, în timp ce partenerul și prietenul său (pe care apropo l-a bătut aproape întotdeauna) își pune numele pe o bancă și are o colecție serioasă de mașini de epocă, dar și avioane pe care la un moment dat le pilota singur.
Nu știu dacă trebuie ridicați la rang de eroi, ocupând atât de mult știrile, la 40 de ani după ultimul turneu, dar poate statul ar trebui să-i dea lui Năstase o pensie specială (pentru că este un personaj într-adevăr special, cazul său este aproape unicat) ceva, ca să nu mai auzim asemenea enormități.
6:05 Nu se specifică tipul de Mercedes în care era Te_o_dosie, dar eu nu cred. Știre apărută tot așa, ca aluzie la postarea mea cu Cadillac-ul din film, pentru o Românie care nu știe ce înseamnă autostrăzi și care însumează și o aluzie la postarea cu cele 10 porunci. Nu cred că cineva poate merge pe autostradă sau oriunde, fie și pe o pistă de curse cu o mașină de serie cu o asemenea viteză (eu cel mai mult am mers cu 160 kmh și am tichetul de amendă ca să atest și nu am văzut niciodată în 27 de ani pe alții mergând mai repede, peste această limită viteza fiind mai mult decât o cifră), e nevoie de cauciucuri, suspensie (amortizoare, arcuri speciale, mai tari decât pentru confort), și aerodinamică a mașinii, chiar dacă starea drumului ar fi impecabilă iar autostrada ar fi eliberată pentru acest test pentru că la ora aceea, 15, totuși erau și alte mașini pe acea autostradă, care normal mergeau cu jumătate din acea viteză, te împiedici de ele pur și simplu iar slalom printre ele nu poți să faci la acea diferență de viteză când cea mai mică denivelare te trimite într-adevăr pe orbită, sorry. Ok să zicem că a prins un km liber pe o bandă (pe care la acea viteză îl faci în 15 secunde), deși îți mai trebuie vreo 2 km ca să accelerezi (100-235, în câte secunde?), dar asta s-a nimerit chiar sub camera dronei sau elicopterului sau ce era?
Pentru cine nu știe, pe autostradă mergi strict în ritmul celorlalți. Necestită concentrare, ținutul direcției la 120 nu e la fel ca la 80, nu prea ai loc, timp, și chef de depășiri, deși câteodată o bandă merge mai repede decât cealaltă, dar asta se schimbă mereu, mașina fuge stânga dreapta la denivelări iar cei de pe sens opus noaptea nu prea sting faza lungă. Este. dacă vreți, o experiență nu foarte plăcută, care însă te duce la destinație în timpul promis.
Între timp, mai asculți muzică, mai faci o conversație, te înjuri singur dacă n-ai umflat cauciucurile destul sau prea mult sau în mod egal, iar un vânt lateral te pune la treabă serios cu menținutul direcției.
6:30 Se discută despre autonomia Transilvaniei, nici un cuvânt despre autonomia României însăși, care este sufocată de actori și scriitori unguri care o fac pe politicienii. A și o chestie, am spus de atâtea ori despre legea referendumului din 2014, neconstituțională, care dă posibilitatea câștigării unui referendum "local" cu 12,5% din voturi, poate se uită cineva acum? ("Opțiuni valabil exprimate" sunt și da și nu).
Nu vă uitați că scrie proiect de lege, așa e site-ul, legea a fost semnată de însuși Băsescu încă din 2014, a cărui suspendare calculat nereușită a "justificat-o".
8:20 Started to feel a bit better and went to bedroom, where it smells less and when i was about to fall asleep, exactly at 8 AM when "quiet time" by complex rules is over i heard some noises i first thought came from upstairs.
I went and looked and saw a smart a...s smiling guy dressed in neon vest working at the sprinkler box which is installed right next to my bedroom window, than speaking Spanish very loud on the phone but now that i review his face in my memory, i think it was the guy from upstairs, with a mustache. (He probably turned off the sprinklers, since the moles don't come anymore (filled all the holes with borax) after i said there is no water shortage in Oregon. The whole lawn will turn yellow?
11:10 Vorbeam de Ilie Năstase. Nu se poate reduce numărul de bugetari, majoritatea sunt profesorii, medicii, polițiștii, militarii.
Am mai dormit 3 ore, prosopul ud pus deasupra filtrului a mai strâns din praful căzut de sus prin găuri noi în tavan, pe care le-am acoperit, dar în sufragerie acum miorase ca într-o toaletă publică de pe vremea lui Ceaușescu, mai ales după ce am închis geamul de lângă distribuitorul pentru aspersoare azi dimineață când a venit ninja ăla.
12:43 Au urmărit foarte atent tot ce am scris de-a lungul timpului, și uneori am și greșit, greșeli pe care le-am mai găsit eu însumi iar ei și-au notat greșelile. Mai ales datorită faptului că ei nu spun anumite lucruri, ca de exemplu numărul de angajați plătiți prin Bugetul de Stat, pe care trebuie să-l ghicim și care este în jur de un milion. Acum, ei mă provoacă exact pe subiectele acelea, știind sperând că voi repeta greșelile, din lipsă de timp.
Singurul loc în care putem vedea toate bugetele României (căci sunt mai multe) adunate toate sub umbrela așa zisului Buget General Consolidat, este descris în Legea anuală a Plafoanelor. Cred că nu există nici un dubiu, în mintea mea sau a dvs. că unele din aceste plafoane sunt atinse încă de la început, prin legile Bugetului de Stat (care apropo, nu are o sumă generală a ordonatorilor de credit, ghicim, adunăm) și al celui de Asigurări Sociale. Bugetul de Stat se finanțează prin impozitul pe venit, profit, proprietate, TVA și împrumuturi iar cel de Asigurări Sociale prin CAS și CASS, care împreună sunt 35% din salariul dvs. Nu știu de unde se finanțează celelalte bugete. Dar cred că există și venituri locale la aceste bugete locale, nu știu exact care.
Deci l-au pus pe Năstase să spună ceva real. Conform Legii Plafoanelor (link mai sus) cheltuielile pe salarii (numite acolo cheltuieli personal) ale bugetarilor locali sau autofinanțați de 55 miliarde lei sunt comparabile (egale ce mai) cu cei plătiți direct din Bugetul de Stat, adică profesori, medici, polițiști, militari, alți bugetari de stat de 57 miliarde (apropo, cât Bugetul Ministerului Dezvoltării ai cărui bani însă nu știm unde se duc) ceea ce pare ciudat. Dar cine sunt aceștia și cât de numeroși sunt ei? Să fie angajații primăriilor în număr comparabil cu categoriile descrise mai sus? De ce nu a venit nimeni, niciodată, să ne explice aceste chestii?
Apropo, pe site-ul cdep.ro au revenit la forma veche cu link la Anexa 3 și link-uri pe numele fiecărui "ordonator de credit".
În mărinimia lor au mai dat drumul la 15 km de autostradă, din 300 și ceva cât însumează autostrada Moldovei, însă, spun chiar ei, acești km sunt finanțați cu bani europeni. Ce se întâmplă cu cele aproape 6 miliarde de euro (34 miliarde lei) pe 2022 la Ministerul Transporturilor, 10 (57 miliarde lei) la Dezvoltare, (bugete repartizate din Bugetul de Stat pe 2022 de 254 miliarde lei sau 50 miliarde de euro), etc., bani proveniți din fluturașii noștri (impozitul pe venit), impozitele pe proprietăți, profitul firmelor și orice cumpărătură purtătoare de TVA?
5:39 The old American vertical washers are a waste of time and water and energy. Just did the bedroom laundry, twice and it still stinks. Same goes with the Polar Bear fleece It is true, i just plugged a few more holes at the joints between walls and ceiling.
12:40 Today (19) it was too hot not to run the AC. I checked earlier and it was ok, no dust smell, but as the weather cooled and compressor was not kicking in all the time and the cold radiator dried and wasn't filtering the air anymore, dust appeared apparently falling from above, went outside on a hunch, it was in front and in the back of the building. Rock dust smelling like volcanic rocks. Upstairs it was quiet until i opened the news in the OK. And now i'm facing searching for PM (Penny More daunt).
11:10 No i couldn't find her last night. Too tired. Vacuuming Monday after going twice at Walmart was more traumatizing and disrupting i thought it would. Firstly, like today, none of the people on the streets or in the store were random or normal people. All actors or extras of the nagas. Synchronizing and getting in the way. When i came back again in entered the freeway in the same point, out of Dartmouth St. Not 72 as i wrote the other day. Ramp is indeed much shorter, the "mergeable" area marked with broken white line is only about 200 ft. Imagine that. Meeting with a 100 ft SAIA behemoth exactly in that area. Having to brake to clear the last of the three trailers to be able to merge. Also i want to say here about another big problem they created with marking the street at Nyberg exit. First two left lanes of the exit go left, but each is corresponding to two lanes on Nyberg and most of the people including the woman that drove behind me and me for years get confused and. Try and follow the curved broken white line here.
While i was vacuuming, at a certain point i saw the vacuum hose was disconnected which means there was not vacuum applied in the brushes area and much unfiltered (through the bag) dust was released in the air. Not sure for how long, i already did half the surface, went back and did it all again. I was sick to the stomach the whole day and next morning (and was out of green beans to fix that). But the smell did not go away until i washed the blue blanket with the polar bear 3 more times yesterday after i washed it once Monday. Apparently it had absorbed the smell that was coming out of the weird bathroom sink, with a "dead end" or useless piece of gutter (at the left of the pipe here). That sewage smell went away from there after i poured in chlorine several times and cleaned with a snake brush for about a week, but it was trapped in that blanket which i washed maybe every 2 or 3 months, Monday evening being last time.
But all these got to me. Yesterday i was drunk when i ate cucumber salad using my defective dentures and those created an infection in the gum that due to whole body inflammation due to inhaling dust while vacuuming spread to my head and got me a pretty bad sinusitis, with a terrible headache this morning which prompted me to take already 3 doses of Augmenting, vitamins and some liquids. Most people ignore the fact that dust is of many types and the worse by far is dust from volcanic rock made mineral insulation present in walls of most houses in the US.
I recently ordered a lens attachment that promises to turn you phone into a 100x microscope which allows you theoretically to see particle down to .2 microns, but i think i will return it and buy a cheap but real 1000x student microscope, to look both at my car's oil and all kinda dust around me and i hope that will end many speculations.
I knew i was going to be much better if i can go for a walk to pump blood in the infected area but it was like 66 degrees and took my Zero Exposure jacket and that made me perspire a lot bla bla.. Again many people breaking ORS 163.732 that is being there with the only purpose of interacting with me including many cars with KGC and KGA LPN but my brain was shutting down trying to save resources to fight illness so i could not positively identify any of them though i'm sure some were from the recent matches.
11:57 I wrote in several occasions about how i believe weather can be manipulated. One method, created by "Nikola Tesla" himself, is by using giant DC lines on the ground that may work in the same way electrostatic filters with no moving parts move the air in a room, but at much greater scale, with the example, Pacific Intertie which stretches for over 1000 miles (Dyson fans have hidden moving parts, sorry). I didn't know until recently that actually there are many high voltage DC lines in the world, including in Europe. There is another even older method which steers the jet-streams by raising or lowering the ionosphere with an antenna (Eiffel Tower) or even clouds. The newer, more sophisticated method, uses microwave phased array antennas to heat the ionosphere and steer the jet-streams and maybe the local winds and this one requires gigantic supercomputers to make the calculations and process the feedback from local sensors, like the Japanese Earth Simulator.
Weather control can be used indeed for improving agriculture and living conditions and counteract locally the effects of global heating, but also, if needed, for psychological pressure. But it wasn't until today that i realized it can serve one more purpose. By manipulating winds, they can raise dust from regions like Sahara and moving it over Europe and that can create... (announced) pandemics and this theory predicts that most southern countries like Italy will be mostly affected.
1:55 Metsubushi. It could be much simpler than that. Taking advantage of weather. When winds are blowing from the direction of a desert, some could simply fly a bunch of helicopters at low altitude or something similar over hot sand areas where there are ascending currents. That wouldn't draw much attention. It will be not visible at the destination. Only the finest submicronic dust will raise and fly 1000 km away. And yes, it could have been done in ancient times. Unsuspected. Undetectable.
3:21 Doubling. While i was concentrated to search and write the last paragraphs he started his dance above. He's got a certain way, probably saying a certain mantra, so i won't react. After i finished i felt very tired and fell asleep. When Angela came i took the opportunity to look above. At the biggest patch, next to the pillar there was a bulge made from inside out in the still soft joint compound hiding a through hole (no it wasn't that soft to "fall"). Lost my temper and forgot to take a picture before i fixed it. Just took a shower. When i came back i realized the couch cover smells like litter dust and threw it in the washer.
6:25 I was editing the paragraph above and he started to yell only when i was thinking and writing, before i hit enter. But what do you expect. Each character i type here or on address bar or fb or everywhere else appears on the screen only after it is being sent to google and google then sends it back (otherwise it couldn't do spellcheck by example which doesn't happen on your computer). So it goes through their AI.
7:03 How many times i tried to say. There are all kinda dusts. Millions types of dusts, or actually how many materials are around on the surface of the Earth times their combinations. Silica or silicon dioxide is one of the most common minerals found on the surface of Earth. Soil, sand, name it. But most of it, after billions of years, is in rounded particles. Big and small. Mineral wool on the other hand is made of molten magma in form of fibers, in a process similar to the making of cotton candy. It is fibers of irregular thickness. Now try to imagine what happens when those tiny fibers break for various reasons, mostly vibration.
The resulting dust is sharp. Inhaling that fine sharp dust in small amounts won't do much to your lungs cause it will be wrapped in mucus. But that mucus with the dust eliminates into your stomach and intestines and causes all kinda illnesses we call modern. I know from my own experiences (from when trying to fix things in the attic in Lake Oswego). After a noticeable exposure it will be days until it clears out, with a diet rich in fiber which entangles with the sharp dust, when it will create discomfort, mostly stomach pain, also bloating, mucus in stool and slowing of intestinal transit which in the end leads to constipation. In time inflammation from your intestine will slowly spread in other areas of your body. One of the scariest symptoms during acute exposure is nose congestion which without other symptoms you may not even notice, giving you a shortness of breath while trying to breathe on your nose.
Very few people or entities have the means or curiosity or interest to analyze dust but that could tell your future. That is the reason why i'm buying a microscope, the cheapest real one i could find on Amazon.
And the question of course. Can you hide this type of sharp artificial dust in a "legitimate" sand storm? (drop a few pounds of it from a plane). One thing is for sure. Current sensors used for monitoring pollution do not take into account the shape or chemical composition but only the size and number of particles.
Americans are also familiar with silica sharp dust from concrete (also mostly silica) breakage during the fall of the... twin towers and its effects. Though i believe nobody knows the real numbers.
11:00 He started to squeak again, after many hours of silence, took the dental probe and this time i realized the patch was missing, like it was taken or sucked with some tool from above, only a thin wet cracked layer still remaining. Now again i squeezed a large amount that should make for more than the 3/8 the thickness of the ceiling itself.
1:05 Smoke in here is beyond any limit, almost unbearable inside, and i've done everything i could as far as plugging holes. The whole space between buildings is filled with it and it got inside due to vibrations from a distant train. As long as they were noises upstairs it was better but i think they left and the smoke level rose. And i lost my flashlight and can't go outside to see more holes.
8:57 Dacă tu instanță îți declini competența într-o cauză nu mai poți să admiți sau să nu admiți o cerere. Nu mai poți să faci nimic în cauza respectivă. Întrebați orice jurist.
După cum am spus de atâtea ori. Începând din 1999 Tratatul Schengen nu mai există ca tratat separat ci a devenit un protocol, parte integrantă din Tratatul de Aderare al României (împreună cu alte 10 țări) aprobat de Consiliu în unanimitate în 2002 și ratificat de toate țările UE până la 1 ianuarie 2007. Cu alte cuvinte, România a devenit membru Schengen din 2007, cu necesitatea îndeplinirii unor condiții care trebuiau constatate de Comisie, care este partea legislativă.
De aceea așa zis-ul vot al Consiliului pentru aderarea Croației nu a fost un vot legislativ și nu are nici o valoare juridică. Dacă vă uitați în agenda cu votul respectiv veți vedea că a fost programat în secțiunea ne-legislativă a întâlnirii. Nu a modificat cu nimic tratatul de aderare și apartența Croației la Schengen, ci și-a abrogat rolul executiv al Comisiei, constatând îndeplinirea condițiilor care în cazul României erau îndeplinite din 2011.
Nu va mai exista niciodată un vot legislativ în Consilu pentru aderarea României fiindcă acest vot a fost exercitat înainte de semnarea Tratatului în 2003.
Tomac nu trebuia să dea în judecată Consiliul pentru acesta și-a făcut treaba. Trebuia să dea în judecată Comisia pentru ne-aplicarea Protocolului Schengen din Tratatul de Aderare ceea ce înseamnă ne-aplicarea aquisului.
În Noiembrie 2022, după 11 ani de ne-aplicare, Comisia și-a declinat compentența aplicării aquis-ului.
Conform acestui șirag de argumente dintr-o pagină a enormului site sau mai bine zis grupul de site-uri ale UE, tratatul din 2003 care a intrat în forță în 2007 după un lung proces de aprobări și ratificări nu putea fi semnat fără votul unanim al Consiliului care trebuia să fi avut loc cândva înainte de semnare în 2003.
Pe atunci agendele Consiliului arătau altfel, nu aveau o secțiune legislativă și ne-legislativă, care pare o invenție recentă menită să ascundă faptul că nu mai era nevoie de un vot în Consiliu în cazul celor 3 țări restante. În general voturile ne-legislative sunt treaba Comisiei și nu a Consiliului.
Nu găsesc, oricât aș încerca, agenda votului Consiliului care trebuia să fi avut loc înainte de semnare în 2003 însă a avut loc căci semnarea Tatatului nu se putea face fără acesta.
12:36 You the book nerd, can you please buy and read this book. I need to buy it too cause i exhausted all attempts to download it for free, like Bansenshukai, though in paper format you cannot do (fast) searches. Maybe i could buy it and downloaded as ebook, should try this first.
The idea (hypothesis) is there are channels that can be opened between people (such as lovers), maybe one to many, maybe one way only (do not look in the eyes) and i think those channels once open like by seeing a video early in the morning, can be hijacked by a third party.
4:00 I could say more on the subject but don't want to get weirder than this for now and i'd like to share with you something i just found out.
Much of the stuff that's happening to us and may throw our lives out of normal is the bacteria and mold that's living inside the empty spaces in the interior walls and between upstairs floor and your ceiling and that can be relatively easily cured with an ozone generator. Need to find a closet or space where there are cracks or openings that are communicating with that space that is usually all linked together because of pipes passages. One good place to look is the space around pipes under the sink and install it there.
But usually there is some space between the fan box in the bathroom and the ceiling and the fanbox itself may leak when the fan works into the space between ceiling and upstairs floor or attic feeding the space with nutrients like your own dead skin flakes present in house dust. Install the ozone generator in the bathroom and close the door. It would be a bit uncomfortable to go in there i know. Leave it on as much as you can.
Careful cause the ozone even in low concentrations is harmful to eyes and lungs but you usually can feel it after a day or so and adjust time and settings. Ozone is very reactive (oxidizing) and combines with everything, killing mold and bacteria, and neutralizes sulfur dioxide that emanates from drywall panels, etc..
Another way is to use the ozone generator on high settings when you leave the house but will need a timer so it would stop at least one hour before you get back home. Usually in all american homes there is space between floor and the wall where you can stick a finger, around plugs etc.. and the ozone will get inside the walls through that space.
Got this one that also has a negative ion generator and let it run for half day in the bathroom, every few days on ozone mode and continuously rest of the time in the living on ion generator mode.
The negative ion generator puts in the air obviously negative ions LOL that are attracted by the dust that is usually positively charged, making dust particles heavier and fall to the ground where they attach to carpet and stuff and never raise back up except when vacuum cleaning. It is so much better to breath cleaner air and have the dust on the carpet. I think it works better than any filter i tried over the years.
However mine doesn't have a timer for ozone like this one and cannot be shipped to California, i think none of them can because of the... ozone LOL.
Will see first results in about a week. Lower bacterial load especially in your guts will give a break to your still young immune system and brain and your mind will be clearer. But when you get older the stuff will start to permanently infect your organs giving you what doctors call arthritis.
But if you see big spaces around pipes under the sink or around plugs on big appliances or between floor and walls, you should know you are in danger because of insulation dust that may come especially from exterior walls that are filled with mineral insulation (rock wool). Try and stick everything you can like rags in those spaces. Insulation dust is irritant and painful and has weird psychological effects, especially when combined with bacteria and other stuff.
Most of the dust is released upon vibrations from big speakers or modified exhausts outside but also steps upstairs.
One good indication you are dealing with environmental issues like these is stomach pain. Dust is being continuously eliminated from your lungs into your stomach and guts.
Many antidepressants work as pain killers, allergy relief etc. and that could be their only benefit (by dealing with the effects of that dust). That's why you become extremely sleepy and lethargic when you start those or when you get out of that environment like going into a much better built hospital. But that could be your normal that is not exciting anymore.
6:22 It's what o clock in the evening on the west coast and finally figured her face since this morning. It was all youtube suggestions and stuff, nothing intended, sorry if you had a good fun out of it. As i said, ima never gonna fit, even introduced to. Not the sharpest tool talking real time.
Soul love. It crossed my mind earlier before i saw her last post. Actually the real(Alexacrush) translation of the title of the movie from Italian Prendimi l'anima is Catch my Soul. "Schtejt a Bocher"...
12:44 The man upstairs followed me in the bathroom, flushed the toilet while i was there, now he awoke Angela by squeaking and stomping.
8:00 Still stinking like gasoline at 8 AM on Monday. Much better with the filter next to entrance. I think Angela slept less than 3 hours mostly because of the guys upstairs and works ten hours today. Outside it stopped stinking though the car is still on a jack. Gasoline smell kinda mixed and penetrated carpet and everything and now competing with the old dog poop smell in the apartment.
8:57 I decided to dedicate some time to clean and organize. Get rid of old junk, make it more livable. I spent so much time for my blogs lately and neglected everything else.
Made some noodle soup with bone broth added and was about to eat it when a young couple, like they don't have anything else to do with their lives, came like they do every day with two dogs in the yard beyond patio sliding door and the dogs started raising legs and stuff.
10:28 My Elantra has Sirius XM receiver which is a satellite broadcast system and has on the roof a shark fin antenna that can connects to either a satellite, or an LTE tower via the Bluelink and thus probable the most connected car of all brands. It also has a microphone that enable voice commands, phone calls via a bluetooth connected phone etc.. So it is doable for a hacker to make the necessary "adjustments" so everything you talk in the car to be heard or streamed via the internet.
11:34 Solved the mystery where the gas smell was coming from. It was not the Chrysler. They where (i think they still are) a couple of puddles of gasoline at the spot belonging to Apt.1. Though it's odd cause the puddles where pretty far apart.
Took one picture, was thinking to take one more when i come back from my walk. Cut my walk short, came back and saw a cop entering the first entrance in the building C east of the mailboxes.
I had my camera in my hand but i knew a Police car should be nearby so i gave up (don't want to take pictures of those while cops are in mission or in general). However i didn't see any Police vehicle, just a white SUV parked next to the mailboxes but i delayed taking the picture and saw the cop getting into that one. White, unmarked, Interceptor, probably Sheriff. Would have been in the direction where i wanted to take the second one.
1:00 I wasn't only drunk, i was out of my mind. Literally. The smell of gasoline for days, lack of quality sleep, stress, the 2 hour drive in smoke, sometimes weird smoke, a few glasses of wine that i think also had a smoke component from wildfires, hurry to get things done, too many unsorted things pressing on my mind.
I think my brain got too old to accommodate all these, like a young guy. But i've done things like these since i was a kid. Colossal gaffes usually when the unexpected overwhelms me. In grade school they used to call me "distracted" but in Romanian it has a slightly different meaning than in English. It means having your mind somewhere else.
I think it is a way to cope with sometimes unbearable stress and trauma. Like when i have to drive 80 miles in smoke and hostile environment from other drivers though is the boredom that kills me most of the time and then i let my mind fly away which brings me a type of fulfillment (feel good neurotransmitters) that allow me to continue.
I do many other routine things this way. Always thinking of something else because it makes me feel better. But yeah, it can happen this way. You think of something else and that pops right in front of you and you can't recognize it however your subconscious does and carries a bit of a conversation that way, with the weirdest effects.
One of the most traumatic things is having to think hypothetically because it consumes a lot of brain power. Like coming to a different country and not knowing the language and culture and having to take in consideration when talking to somebody every possibility. Internet, learning the many expressions should have made it easier to me but in the end i sort of lost drive, and that is mostly because what i discovered and put in my other blog. Keep asking myself if it's worth it. And then the prize unexpected refreshment.
But that sort of intellectual effort and hypothetical thinking and constant inquiring could have been the reason i discovered the big switcheroo (see the other blog).
1:13 Yiddish ("jüdisch"), a misterious language that until today i thought it was derived from German. So they did themselves and everybody. But today i don't think so anymore.
If the Indo European theory is true and all European (and Indian) languages derive from a single one which is probably Sanskrit it means all those languages have to have some Sanskrit words in them.
But the weirdest part and due to uniqueness of the situation i can't find another example or model throughout history, each derived language kept a different set of recognizable words from it. Yeah i was talking once on the phone with a linguist and he went a bit sarcastic and told me like yeah, you can't understand this.
So here is a major difference between German and Yiddish. Right in the first verse of the folk song.
Unfortunately i don't know any of the two languages though when i was a kid i heard my grandparents, other people speaking German all the time. Could be this behind the drive for me to learn English which is not so far from German, when i had a chance. Could be neural pathways that were dug in my subconscious at the time that helped me with learning it. German and Jewish culture still present in Bucovina where i lived until 14.
However i can recognize some words and phrases, and from a few searches i realized Yiddish is not a very "cared for" languages, with several types of Latin transliteration. But here is a sample of an English version of the song next to the Yiddish one and i can see Yiddish is not German.
