10:54 Just re-edited this post for clarity and consistency mainly of language. My English and writing experience have improved a lot since, best would have been to re-write it but then it wouldn't be written at that date anymore so i just made some adjustments. September 11 2001 was the day when my American dream ended.
11:00 Last night in McMinville, close to the end of the variant coming from west, around 4 AM in a no passing zone. Traffic was slowing down, there was a Sherrif's car (white) in front of me which pulled on the shoulder, without flashing lights. Passed it and looked in the mirror to see what was doing, it had one headlight out of adjustment, when the van/suv in front of me suddenly stopped, however i saw it in time and stopped myself. Then it slowly passed a second Sherrif's car that was again stopped on the shoulder, without flashing lights and incoming blinding traffic. LPN number of the vehicle in front of me was DYLAN or close. I tried to do a reverse LPN search on a site and it came up with a different vehicle.
Both Sheriff's cars stayed behind and disappeared from sight within 30 seconds.
Went outside to check if the traps laid by Eradicon are stinking already. The one close to our building was not anchored to the building, with a screw laying on the ground. I tried to shake it to see if there's anything inside, i guess there wasn't.
12:15 The story of the bike of the "guy upstairs" is long and i have avoided it because it was paralleling (mirroring, doubling, superseding) many other things i was writing about. It started i guess the next day or days after i wrote a long post in Romanian about cars, mainly because of some erroneous and incomplete article i read on a Romanian site. I put in that post as much as i could from my own experience with cars, gained in 27 years since i owned the first one, in 1995 or when i came to the US. A "wooden" 1983 Ford Fairmont that i bought on the street.
So he bought this 1997 Suzuki Savage and started working on it almost every day, sometimes for hours in a heat over 90 degrees. The week they started to work on our building (starting August 22, the second notice) he went for a vacation, the whole week. The guys from BZ construction moved his bike around almost every day.
On August 26, after spending one night at the motel near Chinook Winds Casino, where i had a nightmare about people entering the room, found the deadbolt open at the door in the morning and the market crashed, i drove to Coos Bay to visit there a couple of casinos. Next morning i read in the news about a fire at Rum Creek, 58 miles away from Coos Bay but an 158 miles drive that started on August 17. When i got back home i realized the gas cap with lock i bought on Amazon was leaking possibly leaving a trail of gas smell behind so i put back the original.
On August 29 at 2 AM i heard a noise upstairs, after a break of about a week (when i had enough noisy from construction). In the morning i was intrigued by the sight of his motorcycle, in a different position than the night before with what appeared to be a puddle of gas mixed with oil that was already dried so i took a picture of it.
In that evening, around 8 PM someone knocked on my door. I went and looked through the window and saw the man upstairs. He started questioning me as why the bike was moved around and why there is a puddle of oil under.
I told him, that was not oil but gas (i didn't know at the time it was mixed with oil). In the next few days i talked with "the man" a few times, trying to troubleshoot his bike and then trying to convince him to fix his bike so it won't leak anymore. He instead filled the bike with gas again.
On the carbureted motorcycles, there is a shut off valve you are supposed to close when you stop the engine. Otherwise, gas keeps pouring in the engine, passes the rings that are not covering the whole 360 degrees of the piston, and gets into the oil pan. On a bike like the one above there is no PCV valve. The blow-by gasses that pass the rings during normal operation are being evacuated like in older cars, in the air through a breather under the engine. At his bike with a broken shut off valve gasoline floating on top of oil evaporating in the engine and the vapors escape through the breather. When he moved the bike the night before i took he picture in a different position, a certain amount of gas flowed on the asphalt.
As a result my car now also smells like gasoline. What is intriguing is it started to happen right after i put back the original cap and i stopped the leak there.
After buying a new TV i was curious to see how everything look in 4k. It turns the brodacast itself has to be in 4K or UHD and the first thing that came to mind was Expanse, which i binged watch a while ago. But then i started to watch it again as i realized i jumped much of it when when i suddenly realized that the martian arts woman in the movie (Bobbie) looks like the athletic Spanish one at Apt.4. Being suspicious now of all actors, i searched and i found a close match with the Japanese Olympic swimmer Satomi Suzuki. But when i looked closer at the pictures, i realized she was actually also looking like the guy upstairs and then i made this connection. 97 Suzuki Savage, 91 Satomi Suzuki. So the man upstairs is actually a woman. It makes sense because the woman are much less influenced by the protozoa present in sick dogs poo litter as she has to handle (pour it in my head). Previous occupants of the apartment were also mostly women except for the old man who was playing porn so loud you could hear it from the alley.
4:13 Chatting with Hello Mobile
7:52 After spending most day at the computer, felt the need to go for a walk. But when i opened the door they were having a party on the other side of the alley and he/she was working at the car, and glanced at me from the moment i stepped. So i just took the patio door, uninstalling the AC in the process. Went for my walk, AQI was near 100, overcast (yes, dark Oregon autumn showed itself for the first time but at 80 degrees). With hot, smoky stagnating air so i didn't make it very far. When i came back i met with the strange man with Arab like beard, green neon shirt with a belt over, showing a funny, prominent butt in his black yoga pants, talking in the phone, i think it was in Spanish. Cooked something, he/she came upstairs from somewhere (it's dark outside) and started the routine.
5:20 I was about to figure it out cause all i could think all night was to do something about the kitchen window. Must have had a mental block. Or the window has been replaced. There are large gaps between the window and the frame and the little locking arm is missing a screw.Litter dust is inserted upstairs through the open frame of the in wall heater. From the newly created gaps on top, by laying boards in scale configuration, at vibration dust is falling and gets through the vibrating window inside. The reason it was smelling from the outside. The reason she started the motorcycle yesterday several times.
So they came with "help" in the parking lot at Spirit Mountain. Two Japanese guys chosen for looking Chinese were trying desperately to signal me i had gaps at the window in a way i could not possibly understand. A ninja strategy they employ to show they are helping or others are helping you, when they are sure you are about to figure out something anyways. The ultimate confusion when a strategy is about to expire.
These are not your garden variety spies or influencers. These are masters of deception refined in 2500 years of Buddhism or maybe more than that (Maya, or religion of illusion). They are doing it all the time and not only to me. To whole countries, for centuries.
My idea of Maya is your mind decides what is real and what is not. And as we've seen too often, people are mistaking, mostly because of ignorance combined with rushed perception, but even wise people can't encompass all reality in real time because the mind is limited. The masters of deception use all these gaps to create winning strategies.
"Where other authors may simply say, ‘be
careful of gaps in your defence and of the shinobi’, the Bansenshukai tells us how to find
and infiltrate those gaps, giving the world the most comprehensive view of the workings
of the ninja infiltration arts."
And then the (emergency) helicopter that i first haven't seen and then took off from the other parking lot. Because of the picture i just posted. Superseeding (destroying) information. (Picture is taken in Lake Oswego near the recreation center at Mountain Park (top of Mt Sylvania, an extinct volcano)).
And the car. The car performed better than expected. So they created a traffic ambush, a simulated accident right at the beginning of the variant in McMinville. Been in that jam between variants for almost an hour. Then i reset the mileage and for the next 10 miles it went to... 49 mpg. Then, the detour. There is some work (i forgot the exact place) on the street and i had to take it on a very narrow road had to change speeds several times, which led to higher mpg, and at a very sharp turn, a truck was coming from opposite direction. I was thinking to myself. How in the world is going to turn that truck on that narrow road? So i slowed down, enough to see it coming from around the corner, half of his cabin in my lane, when i stopped completely and he had a chance to come on straight road and pull in his, right in front of me. He made a "thank you" gesture, but could not understand why he did not slow down more in that curve. Here, maybe.
One more stop because of an ambulance and my mpg at Grand Ronde was 43.5, best i ever made. In my way back, per total it was 45 (5.2 liter/100 km, of course, gasoline) (and i caught all lights red in Tualatin) but temperature was under 60 and my tire pressure went down 2 psi, otherwise it would have been 47 or more. More than 10% mpg difference with the enhanced contacts. Steering is fantastic, on a straight road don't have to make corrections for a half minute or so.
11:44 My blood pressure is now 165 over 90 after three hours of sleep. Haven't taken it in years (it was always 130/80) though Angela takes her every day. When i went to bed around 8:30 i was 210/110 (21/11, European style) and was really tired and dizzy with elaborate breathing. Waking with apnea several times.
I called Angela and convinced her to take her first (family) sick day from work. First i tried to drive myself to the hospital. I was feeling my kidneys, painful, at every bump that was exacerbating the pressure inside them. But i felt better when i reached the end of the alley and turned around to grab the blood pressure monitor, planning to wait to get better outside ER, to avoid the complications of checking in at this time. Thinking i was too tired even for that. Left the truck on our spot at the door when she said she's coming.
So when Angela came i went to move the truck from our spot to a visitor and when i came back, on foot, i realized how much junk has accumulated in the backyard since i haven't picked anything. The reason i got into cardio-respiratory failure. From a toy box glove, 2 dead rats (per Eradicon boxes that are here for a week now) and several dog poops dry and fresh, to empty cans and about 10 pounds of rotting apples that fell from a three. And the drink i had when i came home. And Angela opened the bedroom window when she left and i forgot to close it though she told me.
Started to feel better after figuring the cause, i ventured myself to sleep, it took lots of courage though.
Still got my nose congested, smoke smell from wildfires now dominates the smell inside (though index is 20 10) and fresh dog litter dust falling from above. My stomach hurts, thinking to eat something going for a walk which always regulates my everything (except blood sugar of course which again i haven't take in a long time). But what. Corn dog is too sweet. Potatoes, too much carbs. Eggs. Had enough of those lately. Burgers. Had enough, i'm out of them also. Pasta, again carbs. Got it. Half noodles soup with added bone broth. Some grated cucumber first.
1:00 I opened the kitchen window to look up and a whole bunch of dust fell on my face, again.
1:10 BTW Angela went to the office the day after my first sim card got delivered "on the porch or main door" with missing apartment number and the card was not there. Yesterday got an email from the office saying i got a package and that could only be the first sim card.
1:31 I think it's the direct effect of the dust. Opened the window to look at the wall and the gaps between the boards they installed and some dust fell over me and now my blood pressure is again 180/100. It's the pain from invisible mineral fiber dust. I think those gaps should be caulked, if only for thermal insulation during winter.
6:46 Masters of illusions. Got images from bedroom windows, on the other side. I understand now why they cut the siding. To put the white Forte flashing under. By cutting it though they created a few other problems. Had to seal the new siding, and caulking in time may let water in, the same as around the window before, on both sides of windows. There is a chance insulation from the wall (yellow in this picture, visible on right of downstairs window) to get on top of the yellow flashing under the upstairs window where it says Drainable, if the wall is open as well, and from there between the gaps of two horizontal boards (yellow above), on the window on bottom. It all depends on each window and what's under that FORTE flashing at the right side of the upstairs window and "the skills" of every individual worker.
One more scene. A few minutes earlier went to show Angela something at the window (second above), a Tualatin Police SUV was passing by while the guy at Apt 3 (they are numbered in a weird way, like in Lake Oswego, it took me a long time to understand, from left to right, downstairs, 1,2 and 6 and upstairs 3, 4 and 5) went in and back from his car, the man also resembles the same actress from Expanse, Frankie Adams. So he/she occupies all the three upstairs apartments, 3, 4 and 5 that communicate with each other through the attic. Soon after, a loud base started somewhere around and pain is coming inside from somewhere.
7:35 So the "man" has finished the scene with the Police as occupant of Apt 3, and is back now in the parking lot, with a backfire of his Savage Suzuki (it always does that when it stops), soon will be officially upstairs and start squeaking. The smell of the gas from his bike was covering all the other smells, but he/she might have fixed it last night and went with it today. I'll go outside to see, but the smell grows gradually and i might be already used to.
7:51 Bedroom window has a large gap as well, this time on the upper side.
A storm is heading our way, pressure is dropping ahead of it, but the Cheddar Creek fire was almost extinguished by a rare, unpredicted rain at the beginning of this week. No, it looks like in their prediction is melting away before reaching coast (click play and drag image to the right).
8:30 Taylor, Swift. IncredibleViews was/is my flickr user name. I was still posting there in 2014, years after i met with her at Tryon park. Unrecognizable without make-up. I was thinking of this song full of subliminal messages because torture is what they are/were applying to me for so long now though mostly only when needed, to get me back on track.
8:53 I remember maybe 15 years ago i had a high blood pressure episode like this. I had a wrist monitor and drove to the ER with 210/120. They haven't done nothing of course and i went around driving all day. Can't remember how it ended, but i know i had a wrist monitor and took my BP maybe 50 times that day.
After that, i was around 45, my hands started to feel dry and they started to look old and dried out. So this is the reason i don't want to take my bp again tonight, because taking it is not totally noninvasive, it involves collapsing the arteries in your hand and then slowly decreasing pressure in the cuff and recording the pressure when blood starts to flow again and i believe it may damage your arteries. Today i read on a forum, during major surgeries automatic cuff takes your bp every 5 minutes or so, i believe there it doesn't matter maybe because the benefit is greater than the damage.
I hesitated the other day when i mentioned Ion Țiriac and Irina Loghin as being Jim Croce and Patsy Cline because is harder to prove and there are even fewer pictures, but there is yet another shooting star from American musical scene that arrived (been recycled) in Romania after "dying" in a plane crash in the US and that is Ceaușescu, who appeared shortly in the US as Ritchie Valens and then, out of nowhere, in Romania, like Țiriac, as a protégé of a high ranking oficial.
There is a common denominator for the two, and that is Hungarian tenor Ferenc Matrai. (Sorry for the old style and broken links, don't feel like redoing anything right now.
Those who remember Ceaușescu's voice from his interminably exasperating speeches (how can you forget) know what i mean. He also never spoke Romanian correctly, with many hesitations and difficulties featuring a slight dyslexia (Like king Michael, Nicolae Ciucă, etc..) and prolonging vowels "com'oooon". Also in English or Spanish. Listen. No, those aren't Mexicans having a good time, they are ballet dancers from Hungary.
They made the movie after i said it the first time (about Ceaușescu and Ritchie Valens) and used a Japanese actor who totally does not resemble him or look Spanish. Because they needed to get people used to the new look of Mexicans that are to come.
