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.
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.
3:41 Yesterday i discovered a leak under the kitchen sink that was partly my fault and fixed it easily (a plug on the unused dishwasher connector). What is weird is the coincidence that it happened during the days when i can't open windows which i do regularly because of dust because of construction and also dead rats. This morning i was really sick because of the smell of whatever dirty water that fell under sink for at least for a week and i put a jar with chlorine under, closed the doors cabinet's doors, one in the nearby closet that also became contaminated. However, the smell of dirty dishes inside was stronger than the smell of chlorine which i can't feel. When Angela came she found on the door a paper from the office saying i have a package (the first SIM card which i don't need anymore) that i knew about from an email but neglected to pick (Second day after it was delivered "on the porch" though on the tracking page they also said they don't have the apartment number, Angela went at the office and it wasn't there so i had to negotiate for several days with T-mobile to get a new one, and the email from office came days after i got the new one). I wanted to go to pick it today but there was too much dust outside, though they don't work today. Maybe the wind has shifted from where the dust is. I had no problems with the dust this morning, only with dirty dishes smell, now that i wanted to sleep a bit more i can't because of pain from dust.
7:50 As usual when and after eating (at the computer), the woman upstairs walked and released dog litter dust. In fact she restricted her activities to only those moments and a few others.
7:56 Since we came in the US we had several staged confrontations with people "from Vietnam", "Mexico" and similar countries (i believe they were/are all Japanese like the woman upstairs) and in the end we were being punished. Sometimes fired, but generally endless harassment for others to see, we didn't even recognize it as such, blaming on being new and inherent moving difficulties, etc.. Since we were perceived as Russians, and Russians aided the North during the war of Americans with North Vietnam.
The theme continued pretty much to these days. Angela is now doing SMT at Eaton for half year and was doing good so they enacted a little scheme. A board that was out of parameters had problems with some circuits that needed to be redone by hand. Also exact in the same time i bought the silver compound i put at the battery that is advertised for repairing circuit boards. She redone those by hand (with soldering iron and under microscope of course), however a few of them that had the parts wrongfully planted by the machine at an angle (again, board was too thin) did not have a certain estetical value expected by Steve Eaton (team lead, the facto supervisor, coincidence of name with the company). So now he started to train Hao to work to test boards after SMT. Trouble is, she had 3 grade classes in Vietnam (rumors among colleagues, her previous role, like all people of her age who came directly from Vietnam), can't read or write English, barely speaks a few words and is computer illiterate. For that, Angela when she came from work yesterday was mad out of her mind.
12:20 So you think you know what crazy is... (Warnin...)
Got it. That is a hell of a teeth infection. BTW we need to thank Brits for expanding their "empire" until they hit and opened and rushed in all these Pandora's boxes to Europe. America, India, China, Australia, Japan and now Russia it's on her way.
12:09 Situația la 12 ore după paragraful de sub coșul (lui) Boris. Comportamentul de copii de grădiniță al liderilor care parcă ar vrea, copilărește, să contrazică ce am spus nu arată prostie din partea lor. Ei se poartă așa fiindcă așa li se scrie rolurile, mișcările și intervențiile, iar scriitorii scriu istoria viitorului după cum au ajuns să gândească milioanele pe care îi păstoresc. Sau poate așa au fost dintotdeauna. Da știu majoritatea nu au timp să gândească și îi votează și îi plătesc pe alții să facă asta pentru ei (Boris, coș-mărul lui Putin). Dar scriitorii lor au!
12:30 I'm going to sunny Reno next week because of weather and the weather here finally gets better! (or so they say, remains to be seen).
12:50 Inginer, muncitor și soț de cântăreață, mort.
1:00 Bursa s-a închis. De acum pot să scriu ce vreau. Securismul SRI (se reia). SIC.
1:07 O veste bună pentru americani. Ca întodeauna, război sau pace, prețul petrolului scade înainte de 4th of July când toată lumea se deplasează cu mașina.
2:30 Din bube mucegaiuri... Time has come to explore the link between the words cup and kapala. Kapala is a skull cup and the word in English could have come through benign routes. When i left for the vital walk i was already chocking. But in a different way than last night when i had a reflux episode. Two hours after "the man" upstairs hit once the floor he awoke me from my first sleep that started at 11 i fell asleep and woke up with some of the content of my stomach in respiratory airways. Slept three more hours or 4 in total. But i fell asleep in the morning and slept through most of it. And he let me since the market was calm.
But as soon as i gradually woke up and started to write, he started back on. This week he's been at work for 2 days, Monday and Tuesday and at home ever since.
I was chocking because of a plastic ...how should i say it... glass... no, better clear plastic cup that was sitting there under the bush, on the sequoia mulch, with some mold at the bottom. Next to it, some red balled fruit about 1 cm in diameter. I looked at the bush and didn't see any other so i figured they were brought there. Further, a soda can half empty. As i said, they bring in stuff matching what i eat or drink. So i threw them all and went for the vital walk, dizzy and counting each breath, but on Borland, right when i finally caught my breath, i ran into dense smoke, like someone was just starting a fire in a fireplace, and turned around, didn't want to end like in the other day. Here i found one more cigarette but under the door. Inside, the combined smell of cigarette smoke and molds generated by those objects described above.
4:07 Vladimir Solovyov'sworthlesscreature represents the will and influencer of many Brits while Putin represents the will and influencer of many Russians. A lethal combination when they're both played by malevolent actors.
5:34 Finally figured out. Last night i was kinda drunk and went to bed without doing dishes. This morning i forgot and the objects thrown scientifically outside on the red mulch started some very nasty stinking strains that resonated in my kitchen sink that contributed to make me choke. I done that, finished doing the salad (two more, and Angela has finished her supply of lettuce from her garden bed), sat at the laptop to do a search whatever with the salad in front of me with patio sliding door opened and saw a deja vu. A guy with a pump pumping herbicides right in front of that door, speaking Spanish, looking Japanese.
8:20 There was this weird smell yesterday, like freshly broken rocks i forgotten what it was. It was used litter dust i haven't had in a long time (basically after the two Ladies of December with their cat left). A couple of weeks ago i heard a dog running upstairs but after i wrote about it stopped. The effects are showing today, but started last night with the reflux episode. Today it was shortness of breath (combined with the smells from kitchen sink and outside garbage) It's deja vu, even back then they were doing mostly after i was vacuum and cleaning the kitchen floor, filters and fridge's coil.
1:40 I think somebody unziped me from under the sink at the Spirit Mt. casino while i was washing my hands. First some guy bent in front of me tying his shoe laces for ever. Then i moved to a different spot. As soon as i moved, the janitor was like waiting there and started to mop the floor around me, looking nervous. Lots of noise and distractions, me a little buzzed. As a result i walked around for hours like that. I even went to the cashier to cash some bad ticket (issued by machines, not readable by again machines) and there was a big line and had to wait like forever (at least 20 minutes). It happened to me before but usually people told me. By the time they were still other people left around here. Now it's only them, as i said before.
I only discovered it when i got home. I think the way they moved tonight, the nervousness, they were hell bent to do something to discredit me. If they can't do something else, they will do something like this which is more effective than most things they can do to a person.
Every time i gain points for my reputation everybody around me start to get very nervous and there is a lot of pressure on me.
7:53 Revelation which in Greek means Apocalypse or the last book in the Bible was included in the New Testament in the 4th century and it is not known when it was written.
Within the Church they were people who spoke against its introduction. One of them was St. Dyonisius, a bishop from Alexandria, who became pope, died in 264 and later have been sanctified. He considered the book of Revelation as being a forgery, written in a totally different style and using different expressions and language than the rest of the Bible.
So at least it is sure it was written before him. But if the Book of Revelation had been written at the end of 1st century as most scholars agree, by John the Elder, not John the Apostle, the subsequent copies all the way to Dionysus must have been filtered at least of the grammatical errors if not of the barbaric expressions.
It is said that in 451 Attila proclaimed the Huns were the "Scourge of God". Huns were neighboring the Roman empire for centuries before the invasion. Could the Huns have sent scouts to live in the Roman Empire, Greece, to study and influence? Could a few of them had time to learn Greek and Latin and infiltrate the Church or at least pay some to do it?
After Attila's proclamation in 451 which at least shows he knew of the Christian God, would the Christians have considered the Huns one of the first signs of the upcoming Apocalypse which was supposed to end with the second coming of Christ, and let the invasion happen and let the Huns march all the way to Rome.
If so it would be one of the first known cases of psychological warfare (Yes, Mongols, Noongars, Huns are all the same). But the Revelation did not limit its prophetic influence to that time.
It went on for 16 centuries all the way to ourtimes. It would be consistent with what the Huns do nowadays, with all the known fakeries that go all the way to substitutions of politicians in all countries.
In other words, Apocalypse started back then or after it was prophesied and is still happening, but it may not be what you think.
9:10 I got awakened after about 5 hours of sleep and was quite ok when i started to do the research to write the paragraphs above of which i've been thinking all evening. At once, the man upstairs first started to squeak and then he left, and like in the days before, the place filled with mole smell within minutes and made me literally sick. I went to step on the mounds. Most mounds stay closed after i put a bit of onion but there is one where all the pieces of onion have been "rejected" by the inhabitant smart mole and that mound and the surrounding ones keep coming back together with the repugnant smell.
5:03 The "Spanish" woman, kids are yelling while Angela tries to sleep.
5:14 Kids yelling in the distance, in ways unspeakable. Too far to record though.
It is very hard to understand from the article in Wikipedia. Let's put it simple. Let's say we have a guitar with 6 chords. Each chord has a different thickness. If it is normally tuned you can pinch one chord and make it vibrate and all of the others will stay pretty much put. You will hear only the chord that you pinched until the vibration get dampened by the friction with surrounding air.
But if you intentionally put on the same guitar or even on two different ones two chords of the same thickness and tune them to make the same sound, if you will pinch one chord pretty soon the other will start vibrate and make the same sound. It will absorb half of the energy of the first chord and they both will vibrate until will spend all the initial energy and die. We can say they resonate at a resonance frequency and that is the frequency you tuned them to.
In buildings. Especially in those made of panels. Each panel has its own resonance frequency and more than one harmonics. Most of them will be the same size but will not have the same frequency as are assembled differently depending on the contact with the frame. If you can find a way to transfer some vibration to the walls from a source at resonance, you can make them vibrate. In a building made of panels you will have practically all kind of resonances at a multitude of frequencies.
If you use a blower in the parking lot or a noisy car or a plane passes by, some of the panels will vibrate in resonance with the instant frequency of the blower that changes constantly sweeping a range of frequencies.
A multitude of scenarios can happen. Usually dust falls from the walls. Air gets pumped inside and outside the walls bringing very unpleasant odors, bacteria and fungus from the walls inside and nutrients from the normal dust inside back in the walls.
More complicated things can be imagined as some walls in the building will have different substances in it, like formaldehyde, smoke from neighbors, etc. Depending on the frequency, only some walls will vibrate and fill the apartment with a certain thing, on demand. Even the bottles under the sink with things like chlorine, 409, etc. Once i found them all with their cap loose.
Every internal organ of one's body must have a resonance, and it can be different from one person to another as organ sizes match the person's size.
Yesterday across the street somebody used a creosote sweeping log to clean the chimney. For about 4 hours the place was filled with creosote smoke and i felt terrible. Shortness of breath, knot in my throat, dizziness for several hours and ruining the rest of my day. I think some of that smoke turned into dust and falls from the walls while vibrating.
The noise itself can be annoying in a residential area.
Last night around 11 i went to bed. I was tired and slightly buzzed as i had a glass of cheap red wine not long before. I was about to fall asleep when my wife came and opened the bedroom's window together with the balcony door.
I liked the fresh air coming from outside. I didn't like i was waking back up. Then several cars passed by. One of them made an unusual high pitch loud sound for about 30 seconds. Probably a defective transmission or a rattle. The room got filled with some very fine dust. Smelled like wood dust. I closed the window. Then i started feeling very ill. Arrhythmia when laying down. Probably systemic allergy.
I went back up and started pacing around. Every time i tried to go back to sleep i had shortness of breath and arrhythmia. I turned on the computer. Spent a couple of hours until i felt good enough to go back to sleep. Everything came back to "normal".
Right now across the street right now are blowing leaves with power blowers. If i open the windows there will be at least 50 dB flooding the apartment. But even with the doors closed my ears almost hurt although i don't hear much.
This to me is happening for at least a decade. Hours lost almost every day to it. Time ruined. Life ruined.
Today. For a few hours there will be leaves blowing in the neighborhood. Then at night creosote smoke. Slammed doors from the neighbors all day. A new week is starting.
My plan for today included applying for some jobs. Now i write in the blog.
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.
2:00 Did i just quote The Terminator? (There is only one memorable thing he can be quoted for. I'll be back. Ok maybe two, Hasta la vista, baby!).
Ok i was sitting here on the couch minding my own business, headache, nausea and dog p♾ smell that was growing by the hour. At a certain point, i said no way, there's got to be a fresh one outside (and it was, in the same place i found one some 22 hours ago, when i also took a glimpse of Orion, which at 4 AM was creeping threatening right between buildings, through a brief brake in the clouds). At that very moment i heard the quite loud beeping sound of a commercial vehicle backing in the parking lot. Does it make any sense to you? 2 AM? Then it stopped, and when i thought again, i should go, it started beeping again. Then it stopped and started beeping again when i opened the door. Then i went to pick the poo and when i wanted to go to throw it, the van stood in my way to the dumpster with the guy out and back in. And since i was quite mad, didn't want to confront or give an "ugly look" to the guy so i went to the other dumpster. And that's my first story of the day.
Ok i wanted to post something else related to the infinity sign as Ouroboros, did a search and coincidentally found something i lost and now found after a long time.
Trouble is, i can't remember what i was searching it for. What are we but our memories. If those don't function... I remember a bit now as i partially wake up... It was aboutThe Dreaming.
8:45 Ilie Șerbănescu. Am scris ieri că cei din dreapta în blogul meu de asemănări arată ca și cum nu le-ar place ce trebuie să facă. Șerbănescu însă în pozele din România arată ca un om nebun. Profesor? Economist? A fost membru în Parlamentul Ungariei! De ce nu îl arestează nimeni pe visător?
10:35 Una din metodele lor folosite aproape zilnic pentru subminarea încrederii populației în justiție, morală, este folosirea unor metode strâmbe pentru a face dreptate (cu un corespondent în media, morală îndoielnică pentru a face morală).
Dintre acestea, menționăm încercarea Guvernului Ciucă de a combate o decizie CCR și a reveni la vechea formă a articolului 155 din Codul Penal, însă printr-o ordonanță neconstituțională (puteau ca alternativă să înainteze un proiect de lege în regim de urgență, care ar fi fost aprobat de mult), care este încă în proces legislativ în Parlament (chiar, trebuie să verific, în caz de OUG există un termen de promulgare a legii de aprobare), deci dând apă la moară pentru respingere la ICCJ. Respingând această ordonanță neconstituțională, pe care totuși o vede intrată în vigoare, ICCJ comite actul de care toată lumea vorbește, adică acordarea unei amnistii prin modificarea retroactivă a termenelor de prescriere.
Prescrierea este perioada de timp de la comiterea infracțiunii care se calculează în funcție de pedeapsă, când păgubașul (care la fapte penale nu poate fi decât statul, persoanele nu pot fi decât parte civilă) poate să ceară ceva în justiție. În cazurile penale, prescrierea (trecerea timpului respectiv, dacă nu s-a depus plângere) înlătură răspunderea penală, iar conform acestei versiuni a Codului Penal, nu poate fi mai mare de 15 ani. Deci dacă în această perioadă de timp de la comiterea infracțiunii nu s-a făcut nimic, inculpatul este absolvit de vină și nimeni nu-l mai poate urmări vreodată.
Întreruperea termenului de prescriere este necesară pentru continuarea anchetelor. Dacă timpul de prescriere ar curge neîntrerupt de la data infracțiunii/crimei, și s-ar atinge acel moment în timpul anchetei, ancheta ar putea fi întreruptă iar cazul clasat.
În vechiul Cod Penal, timpul de prescriere începea din nou la valoarea inițială, nu după data comiterii infracțiunii ci după data începerii anchetei care era abuziv. În țări ca SUA există o limită, de 120 de zile timp în care se desfășoară ancheta (investigation), chiar dacă timpul de prescriere este depășit, la noi era încă o dată perioada de prescriere iar ei au lăsat-o așa, pentru o perioadă, adunând dosare pe capete grele, știind că va veni acest moment dar normalizarea situației nu ar trebui făcută retroactiv, pentru că ar încălca alte principii din drept, și ar zădărnici justiția însăși.
Este într-un fel similar cu schimbarea definiției abuzului în serviciu din codul penal, care aplicată retroactiv a dus la amnistierea celor mai mari infractori instrumentați pe acel articol.
Și probabil mai au și alte trucuri în sertare, pentru viitor.
12:02 I tried to go for a walk. With about 1.3 inches of rain over past weekend, many fires are still burning. Wind is blowing from south or from direction of fires. Index shown on IQAir site is 50, perceived is 50-100 so i turned around.
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2:50 Togakure ryu, school of the hidden door which means mainly they don't have to be here with me, they can do it from a distance. Everybody please forgive me for what i'm about to say, though i said it before. Just went to the bathroom, they started to hammer next door or wall. Like yesterday, like the day before. Sometimes they just flush the toilet, in that very instant, triggering a fear based reflex.
It even happened at the hotel in Lincoln City last weekend, several times. Once with a noisy motorcycle.
I sit here at the computer for hours and nothing happens. Only if i go there. It started in 2007. One day i went to the restroom and the man who was living downstairs yelled: Silence, cause i want to poop!
Ever since, starting suddenly the next day, i had big trouble going to the bathroom. Problems would have faded away if they didn't continue. For days, months, years, some times more often, some times not so, just enough to maintain it. But it's not just about going out. Intestinal, bile blockage, probably main cause of my diabetes.
For the past week i acquired a colon infection just by going into a bathroom with an urinal that was smelling very strong like a urinary infection, which i got first, just from droplets, than it passed to the colon. It was very stubborn to go away with strongest antibiotics but i got out of it. Almost.
Right now they continue with the hammering. Probably maintenance (since i used the word maintain). Dust concentration growing in the air. But it doesn't matter. What matters is when they started it.
Constant noise for the past several months, with hammering outside, but like they have a feedback on my brain waves or vitals, and releasing of dust that also irritates my colon. Cars with loud exhausts, but only when i start eating, etc..
Contrary to popular beliefs, due to movies. Ninjutsu nowadays is not about sword fighting, jumping on walls and throwing smoke bombs (though they use smoke but on small or larger scale, like recent fires in Oregon).
Ninjutsu is more like a game of chess when pawns and bishops and knights are acting casual and move around, occupying positions in space, sometimes talking, making noises and dust, coordinated by one or more smart persons.
Just by looking into their main manual, they have a disclaimer, saying something like "don't do these at home", "theses are military technics, bla bla" which would make it illegal in the US. Because of that they developed a school of ninjutsu using the word Budo, or Bujinkan, to make it sound like Bushido, the samurai code of honor, however, samurai in Japan are long gone, eliminated by the ninja and there is nothing honorable in ninjutsu (they are thieves and mind twisters) and also it is a base for recruiting to more advanced levels, and a cover for instructors from Japan to officially be here. Cause on top of the millions of ninja disguised as Mexicans present here, they sometimes need locals that can't be replaced with anything into their ranks.
5:40 Desperate with the collagen eating bacteria i get from the fiberboard under the sink, which is wood fiber glued with animal glue made of collagen, after i dried it and disinfected with UV i spray painted that board with some leftovers from aerosol cans. Both windows were open, ninja kids chose the moment to pass under the window and yell whatever.
6:56 There's one thing i can't understand though. How come Twitter, which is nothing but a glorified software, is worth 44 billions.
8:15 Just before i hit enter to post the entry above, he upstairs came. When i finished maybe half hour later he left. Part of the reason he's doing this is if anything happens to me they can claim somebody else done it. Part of it is of course we're together.
