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Saturday, May 19, 2018
McMinnville UFO Festival 2018
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Sunday, January 23, 2022
January 23
10:22 I knew it was going to be bad luck when Angela won 1000 dollars last night. After she just pulled 90 dollars from a card, she played by mistake one hand at 25 dollars and that hand brought her the whole amount. That made it for the last 2 or 3 times, not last 20-30, cause we didn't leave with a positive balance in long time. Also because i took the money in my pocket, leaving her with 100 bucks which she lost. Me too i won 50 bucks catching 4 deuces at poker which didn't happened in years where i lost continuously (except for Indian Head where i was holding even). However, Angela lost last week at the 401k because of market crash more than she lost in a whole year at casinos.
The number of guys and girls who bend backwards right when i was looking. The never seen at this level nervous frenzy with many people rubbing with us, trying to create scenes, making me look like the super bad guy. Here, so obvious intentionally "casually" blocking the main alley at Spirit Mt, forcing me to go between machines (and behind a number of people) while they were raising drinks, to make me salivate in my subconscious. I wouldn't dare but since i had the courage and this is the type of scene it repeats so oftenly, here it goes.
Here's a link for full quality of this video. Have to use a different player than the one on google drive though.
The woman vacuuming next to my table at the food court were i went to eat some fries i was craving, with me and the two cops from Tribal Police in line, at Spiritus Mountus "Food court". I remembered when i choked (dysphagia) that year after i saw "chew back ah" at the UFO festival, when a guy, again was sweeping there as i ate rice and teriyaki dried all day in those hot trays and i drove like that all the way home (with a break at the hospital parking in McMinnville), where it took some baking soda and then vomited.
The guy and gal from the truck next to me at Chinook Winds. While Angela was playing, i went back in the car for another drink. I ate all the remaining potato salad not caring about the diabetes. And there they came. First simulating hitting me when arriving, than veering off and parking rear first. After 15 minutes of idling with their modified exhaust diesel, i was drunk enough to go and confront them.
Inside, a little boy with a little girl who came onto me, aggressive. I told them about the law (i read somewhere) that says in Oregon you can't idle for more than 15 minutes at a time in a parking lot on upper level (regardless of how big or small the sound is). He said it was only 12 minutes and they were from Utah. Then when i called security they finally stopped and went inside, wished me a good night while i gave them the finger. From enough distance, she was looking like 2 points on a scale from one to ten better than she should. Super model quality with here extra long legs in leather pants. Then, scared by my own courage of what i've done, i went to move the car, and while driving in the other parking lot the car in front of casino started beeping at me, because i went over 10 mph without seatbelt. I was curious to see what happens if i slow under 10, if it stop, so i hit the brakes, kinda hard, engine was cold, lots of vacuum, car almost stopped only to see an Asian guy jumping in front of my car from between two parked cars, whom i probably would have taken on my hood if i didn't brake, absolutely by chance.
Wondering all night if it was just some AI predicting my behaviour as it happens more and more (obvious to me only) as i believe they keep updating their hardwares and softwares and getting better by the day (probably simulating my whole thinking process). Just others to say. "It was the will of God himself!" (For me not to be arrested and "continue to do what i'm doing", that is deepeng in a bottomless pit of sin). Just a few examples out of many. In fact, it's continuous, from one scene blending into another. All professional actors moving around me.
Smoke at home. As soon we made it home, i guess around 5 AM, a sulfur smell, similar to the smell of landfill area we pass through on Hwy 18 close to McMinnville. (Why they had to make it so close to the town and 18, for anybody who go to Lincoln city to pass right through it?).
The woman vacuuming next to my table at the food court were i went to eat some fries i was craving, with me and the two cops from Tribal Police in line, at Spiritus Mountus "Food court". I remembered when i choked (dysphagia) that year after i saw "chew back ah" at the UFO festival, when a guy, again was sweeping there as i ate rice and teriyaki dried all day in those hot trays and i drove like that all the way home (with a break at the hospital parking in McMinnville), where it took some baking soda and then vomited.
The guy and gal from the truck next to me at Chinook Winds. While Angela was playing, i went back in the car for another drink. I ate all the remaining potato salad not caring about the diabetes. And there they came. First simulating hitting me when arriving, than veering off and parking rear first. After 15 minutes of idling with their modified exhaust diesel, i was drunk enough to go and confront them.
Wondering all night if it was just some AI predicting my behaviour as it happens more and more (obvious to me only) as i believe they keep updating their hardwares and softwares and getting better by the day (probably simulating my whole thinking process). Just others to say. "It was the will of God himself!" (For me not to be arrested and "continue to do what i'm doing", that is deepeng in a bottomless pit of sin). Just a few examples out of many. In fact, it's continuous, from one scene blending into another. All professional actors moving around me.
Smoke at home. As soon we made it home, i guess around 5 AM, a sulfur smell, similar to the smell of landfill area we pass through on Hwy 18 close to McMinnville. (Why they had to make it so close to the town and 18, for anybody who go to Lincoln city to pass right through it?).
BTW, yesterday the gas needle went down unexpectedly 1/8 of the dial indicator and had to go to McMinnville, didn't have google maps setup for a gas station, i got to parade on the same street where the yearly UFO parade takes place (last time was there in 2018, link above), with a city looking so old, like antique, like from the old west and a girl with a bad exhaust smell of a red classic car behind me.
Finally made it to a 76 station, gas was 3.95, i took 10 dollars only, rest at Spirit Mt, when there was 20 cents cheaper, and a double cistern in the gas station, apparently doing nothing. A total of 12 gallons, which was a lot, even for that position of the needle. Half hour lost, we almost missed the sunset. We went at Grocery Outlet at Lincoln city to buy the now traditional Reser's potato salad and hard salami and some wine.
At Road's End in Lincoln City, a whole parade, like usually. Just more lively, more people, more determined in their ballet or pantomima. People with their dogs in front of us while we were trying to eat. But most interesting, a Japanese guy with a professional camera who climbed on the table's seat in front of us, trying to capture... the nothing, cause it was just a red sky and a blue sea, no clouds, no birds, nothing to take pictures of, doing energetically all kinda contortions and reverted bows until i almost choked with food.
At Road's End in Lincoln City, a whole parade, like usually. Just more lively, more people, more determined in their ballet or pantomima. People with their dogs in front of us while we were trying to eat. But most interesting, a Japanese guy with a professional camera who climbed on the table's seat in front of us, trying to capture... the nothing, cause it was just a red sky and a blue sea, no clouds, no birds, nothing to take pictures of, doing energetically all kinda contortions and reverted bows until i almost choked with food.
On my way back i was very thirsty, drank lots of cold water from casino and the car, further irritating my stomach (the dust earlier at home and on the road on my way there). The cop on the street on the last miles of the street, staying there in the fog on an alley, real close to the left lane of the two way street. I was looking in the mirror for a mile of so to see if he doesn't take off (i was 10 miles under limit because of fog, and obviously not in the best of my shapes). It was then when i started to nervously breath with nose congested, not realizing. By the time i got home where the smell of sulfur was waiting, i was already breathing hard. It usually goes away when i go to sleep (or after to be more precise) but i abused myself beyond any limit after i realized who that girl might have been (saw her in a wrong picture on a side in the news, also in a video earlier yesterday). So i had to search for her, at the end of which i found myself with a heart rate of 100 which would not go down no matter what. I started pacing in the room, until i tried to do what i've done before. Forcibly empty my bowels so i let the gas escape. Take some baking soda to calm my irritating stomach. And then i remembered. I had too much coffee (one teaspoon worth of regular soluble, plus the soda in the casino). I remembered the conversation with a relative who said her mother had a heart attack last week and recovered. And my advice for them not to drink real caffeinated coffee. I finally laid down counting my heart beats watching the clock on the wall (oximeter doesn't work right, it shows about 10 bpm more beside being saturated at 99 (hyperventilating). At 72 i tried to relax and fell asleep.
Got awakened after about 4 hours. Was feeling ok, but i vaguely remembered a dream when someone was yelling. I went outside, again, sulfur smell, they gu on the upstairs balcony next to our apartment having a yelling party in Spanish with someone else while smoking. Got mad again, was sleepy, didn't realize i wasn't breathing right, it started again, but this time it was difficult to breath only, heart did not get involved. Not out of the woods after finishing here. No it's not "COVID". This repeated to me 1000 times during the last 26 years which in the past lead me to the ER maybe up to 100 times (don't go anymore, got used to they symptoms, they always go away (until now) and it's too expensive).
Got awakened after about 4 hours. Was feeling ok, but i vaguely remembered a dream when someone was yelling. I went outside, again, sulfur smell, they gu on the upstairs balcony next to our apartment having a yelling party in Spanish with someone else while smoking. Got mad again, was sleepy, didn't realize i wasn't breathing right, it started again, but this time it was difficult to breath only, heart did not get involved. Not out of the woods after finishing here. No it's not "COVID". This repeated to me 1000 times during the last 26 years which in the past lead me to the ER maybe up to 100 times (don't go anymore, got used to they symptoms, they always go away (until now) and it's too expensive).
One thing. When we left Lincoln City last night, there was a road block next to the gas station at the intersection at Otis, just before 11. No other warnings or detour signs. They were two vehicles in front of me, they veered left and let the three feet wide white and red horizontal stripes barrier exposed in front of me that was not that visible. Almost hit it, then i followed those two guys, one of them took a right, and i followed, not knowing exactly knowing where i was going. Luckily there was signal and Angela pulled google maps and we found our way back to 18. Found something on a site, second result here, but the site does not open.
I remembered i had to cross a railroad just before i got back on 18 when somthing really strange happened, maybe i will tell it someday.
4:40 Every time when i get sick i find one of these, other items, on the red carpet put in a such way so it may leak or drip. A water bottle with some concoction that seem to contain tomato juice. Most times the bottle is half full, today it was less. For who can analyze it.
Or maybe hot sauce? I tried years ago with hot sauce in the mole holes. Didn't work very long. Got it. It must by hot sauce. It leaks, dries out and flies in the air, making the air hard to breath. But i think somebody got tires of dog poo as i did. However, the aerosolized hot sauce makes its way here too.
9:09 Tow days ago i ordered on Amazon next day delivery a kit with screws for LPN because i didn't have any. Though it was more expensive (7 bucks) but i hated to go at Homo Depot, loose one or two hours and try to figure what size and everything to get them for 4. Thinking of all the home boys coming next to me and doing all kinda clown performances around me while i was looking in those drawers.
They came, 4 in the front and 4 in rear. Today i looked around. Nobody uses 4 screws through licence plate has 4 holes. No problem with using only 2 of them, especially in the rear. But in front at the previous car, because the plastic supporting plate on the bumper was standing out, the thin plates were bending during a car wash. So i was thinking about putting all four screws. Thing is, it's not possible.
Because the lower holes in the LPN are just at the edge of the plate behind (pictures tomorrow). In other words, licence plate is half inch bigger than the supporting plate behind. Then i was thinking. Oregon licence plate letters are bigger than California or Washington or any others. Also because there's only six characters, because of fewer cars. But they stand out. Easier to see from a distance and from a camera.
Thinking of my old car with JKB plate. Thinking of all similar plates i see when i look around. KGA and the sort. Angela just saw one with 666 at WinCo. Just saw on my new one that personalized or vanity or custom plates are not 3D, or stamped. How come they are around so many stamped or "sequence" numbers (basically all that i see everywhere i go) that seem chosen or personalized. Could it all have been deliberate? Oregon also having plates and letters bigger than any state? The Twin Peaks state, with the two volcanoes on background? Part of an ongoing propaganda of an unseen entity, meant to mentally enslave everybody?
Went outside and measured, plate is 1/4 or 1/8 of an inch bigger that 6 inches as it says on sites and/or what it seems standard in US. (I will come back with pictures, tomorrow). However, the letters are biggest of all states. Here are some examples of licence plates per state or the sequence ones, every state has up to maybe ten different background themes, second from left third from bottom.
11:32 My new phone camera at work (with the open camera app though).
11:36/9:36 Nu-mi iese din cap greva de la București. Sunt mai multe posibilități.
1.Toți angajații întrun sector pe care până mai ieri nu dădea nimeni doi bani și care acum se dovedește atât de strategic (took for granted) sunt de-ai lor.
2. Toți șoferii sunt supuși unor presiuni enorme (șantajați) sau/și manipulați psihologic, la greu.
Monday, February 17, 2020
McNeeley Real Estate
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.
Across the street, BNC. A church that looks like an UFO.
And Tom Cruise, the mechanic.
That's all about Sussex, here and now.
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 Andrei Postelnicu 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.
To be continued (having a break).
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.
Across the street, BNC. A church that looks like an UFO.
And Tom Cruise, the mechanic.
That's all about Sussex, here and now.
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 Andrei Postelnicu 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.
Tuesday, March 14, 2023
March 13
12:56 Am citit acu 2 zile parcă. Ăștia iar au demontat mitul celor 10000 pași pe zi. Nu prea reușesc să înțeleg mecanismul mitului. Exploatarea auto-flatării și a nostalgiei? (Citești, te satisfaci și îți trece adică). Știe cineva ce înseamnă 10000 pași? Hai să n-o lungesc. 8 km.
Nu știu cât aleargă un atlet care se antrenează în fiecare zi. Astăzi m-am aplecat să iau ceva de jos și mi-am atins fără să vreau pulpele la picioare. Beton. Tonifiere. (Unde ești tu Bruce Lee). Asta fiindcă săptămâna care a trecut am mers intenționat pe jos de 3 ori câte 4.8 km sau 3 mile sau 6000 pași după o pauză destul de lungă din cauza vremii, deși spre seară cădeam lat de obosit. O oră îmi ia.
Dvs. vă dați seama ce s-ar întâmpla dacă de mâine toți bucureștenii pensionari s-ar da jos din blocuri și ar începe să umble câte 4.8 km? Ar trebui deoarece ei au această datorie patriotică să se păstreze fiindcă sunt memoria României și a lumii. E adevărat. Persoanele pe măsură ce înaintează în vârstă au experiență mai multă și trebuie să muncească mai puțin fiindcă își folosesc această experiență, relațiile acumulate iar în final chiar ies la pensie.
Oare nu se pot corela toate astea cu degradarea sănătății? După mintea mea și am mai spus-o, bătrânețea are două trăsături foarte întâlnite. Pierderea formei fizice și depresia. Degetele și picioarele umflate, de la deshidratare cronică (cafea, carbogazoase, alcool). Iar odată cu apariția unei boli "de bătrânețe" oamenii renunță. Intră pe medicamente și se gândesc doar la următoarea vizită cu medicul.
Iată o informație care nu va fi niciodată mit și pe care am confirmat-o mereu de-a lungul multor ani. Organismul nostru are nevoie de efort fizic pentru a exista (la un nivel pe care trebuie să-l simți, ca febră musculară, oboseală), în aceeași măsură în care are nevoie de mâncare sau de somn. Dacă una din cele 3 cerințe lipsește, sau nu e suficientă, se duce de râpă.
Din păcate nu suntem gândiți (designed) să trăim într-un birou sau apartament, ca șoarecii în cușcă. Acum 10000 de ani încă alergam pe câmp și trăgeam de crengile copacilor și omoram mamuții cu sulița de lemn cu vârf de piatră. Nu aveam probleme de genul ăsta mai ales fiindcă nu trăiam așa de mult pe atunci fiindcă pe atunci nu prea contau relațiile, nu se putea negocia cu alpha male și ne mai împungea mamutul cu colțul lui de fildeș.
Eram în jur de 48, cu vreo 20 kg mai mult ca acum (oricum peste 100) și am avut o perioadă când nu am ieșit din casă luni de zile, poate un an sau mai mult. Într-o iarnă care arăta ca în poza asta sau chiar din poza asta, (a nins, cum odată pe an se întâmplă în Oregon), Angela nu putea merge cu mașina, mi-am pus lanțuri la camionetă ca să merg să-mi iau țigări (mai și fumam pe atunci).
Am pus lanțurile greșit, mi s-a rupt un lanț, mi s-a blocat o roată, așa că a trebuit să merg pe jos, prin zăpadă, aproximativ 5 minute sau un km până la 7/11 (magazinul de cartier cum se numesc în România). Am mers eu jumătate de km când am constatat că nu mai pot să merg și mai ales nu înțelegeam de ce gâfâi. Era o perioadă când uitasem de tot și de toate fiindcă eram pe antidepresante.
Eu care în tinerețe mergeam din Câmpulung pe Rarău și înapoi (30 km cu 1000 de m diferență de nivel) într-o zi. (Da, Centrul Islamic se mutase lângă noi în 2007 cred pe locul unde era mai înainte Silver Dollar Pizza, două clicuri mai sus pe Hall Blvd.).
Puțin mai jos era biserica nazarineană (Beaverton Nazarene Church), cea în formă de OZN (UFO) unde am mers aproape 2 ani și unde l-am cunoscut pe părintele Dennis Swift (cântărețul Meatloaf).
Când s-a topit zăpada am început să merg prin parcuri.
Nu știu cât aleargă un atlet care se antrenează în fiecare zi. Astăzi m-am aplecat să iau ceva de jos și mi-am atins fără să vreau pulpele la picioare. Beton. Tonifiere. (Unde ești tu Bruce Lee). Asta fiindcă săptămâna care a trecut am mers intenționat pe jos de 3 ori câte 4.8 km sau 3 mile sau 6000 pași după o pauză destul de lungă din cauza vremii, deși spre seară cădeam lat de obosit. O oră îmi ia.
Dvs. vă dați seama ce s-ar întâmpla dacă de mâine toți bucureștenii pensionari s-ar da jos din blocuri și ar începe să umble câte 4.8 km? Ar trebui deoarece ei au această datorie patriotică să se păstreze fiindcă sunt memoria României și a lumii. E adevărat. Persoanele pe măsură ce înaintează în vârstă au experiență mai multă și trebuie să muncească mai puțin fiindcă își folosesc această experiență, relațiile acumulate iar în final chiar ies la pensie.
Oare nu se pot corela toate astea cu degradarea sănătății? După mintea mea și am mai spus-o, bătrânețea are două trăsături foarte întâlnite. Pierderea formei fizice și depresia. Degetele și picioarele umflate, de la deshidratare cronică (cafea, carbogazoase, alcool). Iar odată cu apariția unei boli "de bătrânețe" oamenii renunță. Intră pe medicamente și se gândesc doar la următoarea vizită cu medicul.
Iată o informație care nu va fi niciodată mit și pe care am confirmat-o mereu de-a lungul multor ani. Organismul nostru are nevoie de efort fizic pentru a exista (la un nivel pe care trebuie să-l simți, ca febră musculară, oboseală), în aceeași măsură în care are nevoie de mâncare sau de somn. Dacă una din cele 3 cerințe lipsește, sau nu e suficientă, se duce de râpă.
Din păcate nu suntem gândiți (designed) să trăim într-un birou sau apartament, ca șoarecii în cușcă. Acum 10000 de ani încă alergam pe câmp și trăgeam de crengile copacilor și omoram mamuții cu sulița de lemn cu vârf de piatră. Nu aveam probleme de genul ăsta mai ales fiindcă nu trăiam așa de mult pe atunci fiindcă pe atunci nu prea contau relațiile, nu se putea negocia cu alpha male și ne mai împungea mamutul cu colțul lui de fildeș.
Eram în jur de 48, cu vreo 20 kg mai mult ca acum (oricum peste 100) și am avut o perioadă când nu am ieșit din casă luni de zile, poate un an sau mai mult. Într-o iarnă care arăta ca în poza asta sau chiar din poza asta, (a nins, cum odată pe an se întâmplă în Oregon), Angela nu putea merge cu mașina, mi-am pus lanțuri la camionetă ca să merg să-mi iau țigări (mai și fumam pe atunci).
Am pus lanțurile greșit, mi s-a rupt un lanț, mi s-a blocat o roată, așa că a trebuit să merg pe jos, prin zăpadă, aproximativ 5 minute sau un km până la 7/11 (magazinul de cartier cum se numesc în România). Am mers eu jumătate de km când am constatat că nu mai pot să merg și mai ales nu înțelegeam de ce gâfâi. Era o perioadă când uitasem de tot și de toate fiindcă eram pe antidepresante.
Eu care în tinerețe mergeam din Câmpulung pe Rarău și înapoi (30 km cu 1000 de m diferență de nivel) într-o zi. (Da, Centrul Islamic se mutase lângă noi în 2007 cred pe locul unde era mai înainte Silver Dollar Pizza, două clicuri mai sus pe Hall Blvd.).
Puțin mai jos era biserica nazarineană (Beaverton Nazarene Church), cea în formă de OZN (UFO) unde am mers aproape 2 ani și unde l-am cunoscut pe părintele Dennis Swift (cântărețul Meatloaf).
Când s-a topit zăpada am început să merg prin parcuri.
Saturday, May 17, 2014
McMinnville Oregon UFO Fest
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