10:50 Four hours of sleep. Backpain, but there was some bending i saw last night. There is one more picture on the internet i could not figure the name. Let me do a screenshot so it won't disappear on me too. There was an Alexa Crush profile on a site saying i think November 1991 and height, 5'5'' or 1.5 but it has been deleted.
11:42 In 78 i went to do the then mandatory military stage in Galați. Tanks (because we were all going to Mechanics college). Whatever, we were trained like for infantry. Training was minimal but it was all a torture. I had boots with a nail in one sole. After weeks of basic training we took a shower. Someone taught me how to pull that nail out of my sole.I was kinda stupid, some even called me autistic (Julian Mart, here in the States. He gave me to watch the movie, Forrest Gump (BTw, my first doctor i met about a year later, Piepgrass looked like Tom Hanks, would you blame me from keeping on looking you on actor's lists?)
Captain over the whole battalion (about 200 people, all future students at Iași) was a guy named Mihai Oprea who looked how the ex king Michael would look like at that time. There i met this guy from Suceava who seemed much nicer than others. I am not sure who the "replacement of platoon commander was". He looked a bit like Roger Moore (yeah his name was Mugur) though he was decades older. He was terrorizing me, behaving like what i could recognize today a white supremacist.
The story with Baudelaire book. I had a relative in Galați, a gynecologist. Would go on Sundays at his place and Aurel was waiting for my outside as he gave me something to eat. Most times, turkey which i never had before in my life.
Then he would give me one or two packets of American cigarettes and some money and me and Aurel would get as drunk as possible for the rest of the day. No could not get near the discos, girls hated those soviet style uniforms and i think we were stinking (should have been there at night when we all were pulling our socks in the dorm for 40).
Now that i think it is clear Aurel had some sort of mission with me. It was all arranged. He said he went to Informatics High School in Iași and he even might have started a passion for it, because he taught me a few things about programming. (Another guy from HS also started a spark, but that is another story).
Later when i did some in first year in College, i took pleasure in doing my first program in Fortran, though it was very difficult, punching those cards.
During HS my sister Angela came to Iași at the same HS for a couple of years. I found her a place to live in the house of a colleague, with a college student in her room. In there, in another room, there was this girl Ina (from Niculina) who i identified later as opera singer Ilona Tokody (they once even brought her at Spirit Mountain). Could she had been...
7 years older than me, we would make it out next to that buildings walls. And then my school headmistress told me something about incest and they kicked her out so she finished HS in Câmpulung.
Thins is Aurel said he was classmates with her at the Informatics HS. There is even a picture on their prom page (at this point some Latinos or Philippinos however it is written are yelling in the alley, breaking my concentration).
There are many things i remember about him, not all flattering. Some could have been sabotage of his "mission".
Volodco Țapliuc (name is Ukrainian), the gynecologist, my grandfather's relative (by adoption) who was from Cernăuți and spoke Ukrainian, Russian, German and Romanian, kept giving me "adventure" books (and told me to keep them) to read in the classroom (the lieutenant was teaching us about tanks, strategies and things like that and i think he was doing a good job, but most of us would sleep with our heads on the benches (don't know why we were all so sleepy, could have been something in the food) or read that stuff.
One Sunday i saw at Volodco's house a Baudelaire book. Because our French teacher (who might have been a real Frenchman) taught us and kinda pushed me to learn by heart The Albatros, i asked him for that book for a change and one day was reading it and the lieutenant aske me for the first time ever, for anyone, what was i doing then he called me in front, took the book and opened it, "at a random page".
Albatrosul, he said (it was a bilingual edition with translations on each page). Do you know this poem, he asked me? I first i said no but he insisted and i was afraid of him like of everyone during that time and i recited the poem.
Nevermind it was the only one i knew by heart. All the colleagues beginning from that day started to call me Jean Georges, (French equivalent for John, pronounced Jan Jorj, like in French). A legend was born, and it was all arranged. However it was way better than how my parents used to call me, due to my godfather's son name. The man later became...
Then a few days later, Mugur started to bully Aurel, telling him something like to let go of me.
Many years later i went to Suceava and slept at Aurel's (my best friend all college) house. He had three clocks set to ring cause he said he could not wake. Three bad clocks, in Romanian means something fateful, something it cannot be avoid. Trei ceausri rele. Aurel awoke and pretending to be partly asleep, he tried to jump over me like pretending sleepwalking.
On another occasion he told me he cannot satisfy his wife.
At another time i was with Angela at Costinești, in the nude area (i hated that big white stain on my body after 2 weeks of sunbathing, Romanian style). It was all deserted, there was no one, just the occasional military helicopter passing above at least once daily or one or two passers by.
Aurel came, nude, and spend that day with us (at time he was working in Bucharest, where i met for the first time his wife, Nina, from Florentina, who had black hair at the time). Of course i was embarrassed but did not react.
A few years later i went again there and his wife was curious about how you could start a firm. So i taught her and ended as associate in a... fashion firm.
At that time i was very very tired from working overtime at my first salary app, at the firm were i was working with Angela, after IMU. It was a gigantic task and i wanted to finish it before my boss (who looked like Madonna) would come from vacation. Later it proved Mission Impossible.
So i went to Suceava on "business purposes". It never crossed my mind. She was not my type. (Never liked blondes too much during my previous life of course). After she cooked (she had a mixer and would always do mashed potatoes), i went to sleep and awoke with her in my bed. I think i had a few drinks before. It was around March 1st 1991.
I even went and bought two sewing machines at that factory in Romania (could not find them in stores at the time) and they weren't working right, and fixed them.
In that summer to take a brake from my Herculean work on that salary app i went again to Suceava and she had a shop (literally sweat shop, under the roof of a communist style block where it was very hot, she had a number of women working there). (At some point she tried to fix me with one of them).
She told me she went to see my mother at Câmpulung. She kept saying that we are both Jews and that is a good thing.
I went in there a few times until Angela stopped me and i ended our association. She went to Suceava and grabbed one of those two sewing machines. Would have been in fifth months, she wore a mini skirt, not showing any signs of pregnancy. But some don't show.
After Madonna came from vacation, and that was after March i quit that job, (it's another long story) and went to work as a contractor at Direcția Apelor (Regia Autonomă Apele Române) where i finished the salary app. Got there through an acquaintance, to whom i gave 10% of the money i made, as agreed. Then i made an association with the accountant in chief and i think i was in his office just talking about that when...
One day in November i think i was standing in the office of the Chief Accountant, talking to him and i saw through the window Nina standing outside in the cold. Was following Angela's desire to break with her.
However, after a few hours i got outside and talked to her. Walked her to the train station. She looked kinda radiant, but did not tell me a thing, and gave me some satisfactory explanation as why she was there.
In 2004 i went to Romania, with terrible stomach pains (ulcers). I went to live at my father in Baia. I spent time in the main hospital in Suceava. I called Aurel, he came to me, unshaven, with missing teeth, etc., looking like he was drinking all the time. (Later i saw a picture on fb with both of the, drunk at the opening of a bar in Suceava, with free drinks). He was working at the main Suceava Heating Plant.
Nina was not there (can't remember why) for the whole period, only his daughter Lizzy, about ten at the time. I went in there several times, he had a computer so full with files in would not work. He moved from the apartment where he lived before, closer to the hospital.
He told me a horror story from a hospital in Iași where he almost had a testicle removed because of an infection and suggested i should go to Cluj, which i did. He gave me the number of the daughter of one of his colleagues, Gabriela Ciripan who was a dentist in Cluj. She was breathtaking gorgeous and came to visit me in the hospital and then introduced me to a guy, student at psychiatry.
After an endoscopy and an X-ray they told me i had so many ulcers on my duodenum that it became bent. Finally my sister Angela who is in Greece talked my father into coming and grabbing me from there.
I was chatting and talking a lot to Aurel on the phone in the years after. One of the things he told me was Mr.Ciripan died in the bathroom at work.
He suggested he kinda realized that many of our ex-colleagues and common acquaintances were not who they said they were, gave me a few examples, and went himself to the psychiatric hospital in Câmpulung, suggesting he had a breakdown because of it. He quit drinking and started to go to AA meetings. He then worked for a French company in Suceava. At some point, about 8 years ago he abruptly quit answering my calls, no explanation.
But when i was in Lake Oswego i talked to him while in hospital he once suggested i should get closer to my next door neighbor who at some point looked like Kelly Clarkson (visiting, maybe with a double on site) (Yes i was in love with her fantastic voice). She never passed from room to room and never did All the crazy things we gonna do. I didn't know who she was, but she looked trouble to me. (And the whole place was stinking).
However, after a few hours i got outside and talked to her. Walked her to the train station. She looked kinda radiant, but did not tell me a thing, and gave me some satisfactory explanation as why she was there.
In 2004 i went to Romania, with terrible stomach pains (ulcers). I went to live at my father in Baia. I spent time in the main hospital in Suceava. I called Aurel, he came to me, unshaven, with missing teeth, etc., looking like he was drinking all the time. (Later i saw a picture on fb with both of the, drunk at the opening of a bar in Suceava, with free drinks). He was working at the main Suceava Heating Plant.
Nina was not there (can't remember why) for the whole period, only his daughter Lizzy, about ten at the time. I went in there several times, he had a computer so full with files in would not work. He moved from the apartment where he lived before, closer to the hospital.
He told me a horror story from a hospital in Iași where he almost had a testicle removed because of an infection and suggested i should go to Cluj, which i did. He gave me the number of the daughter of one of his colleagues, Gabriela Ciripan who was a dentist in Cluj. She was breathtaking gorgeous and came to visit me in the hospital and then introduced me to a guy, student at psychiatry.
After an endoscopy and an X-ray they told me i had so many ulcers on my duodenum that it became bent. Finally my sister Angela who is in Greece talked my father into coming and grabbing me from there.
I was chatting and talking a lot to Aurel on the phone in the years after. One of the things he told me was Mr.Ciripan died in the bathroom at work.
He suggested he kinda realized that many of our ex-colleagues and common acquaintances were not who they said they were, gave me a few examples, and went himself to the psychiatric hospital in Câmpulung, suggesting he had a breakdown because of it. He quit drinking and started to go to AA meetings. He then worked for a French company in Suceava. At some point, about 8 years ago he abruptly quit answering my calls, no explanation.
But when i was in Lake Oswego i talked to him while in hospital he once suggested i should get closer to my next door neighbor who at some point looked like Kelly Clarkson (visiting, maybe with a double on site) (Yes i was in love with her fantastic voice). She never passed from room to room and never did All the crazy things we gonna do. I didn't know who she was, but she looked trouble to me. (And the whole place was stinking).
I once talked to Nina on the phone, in... Italian. That was in 2007 maybe, still at Sussex. I guess according to her fb page she is still working in Itally, in an office, has grandchildren from her daughters and lives an acceptable life. So yeah should ask her why she did it. Though she might not have had a choice.
My intense stomach pains started to subside and ended 2 years after i went to Romania, i am not entirely sure why.
2:05 Yeah i had one hell of a morning. Last time i went at Winco i said what the heck let me try at least once those boxes with Bota Box wine (i avoided them over the years because of the terrible choice of name of course). But then, surprise. They have in them a wine much better than Franzia, for about the same price or less.
It actually tastes like Franzia used to, some 18 years ago, when i first started to be able to drink again, after my stomach pains subsided. Very little foreign fruits flavors, more real wine in it (though in the cheap range). Kinda Italian style real wine. Much easier to drink.
So yeah, while cleaning the apartment a little, making zacusca again yesterday, i tasted a few glasses. Then Angela put half liter in a plastic bottle together with the bottle with brandy when we went at Spirit Mountain. BTW she told me she fell asleep in an intersection and got honked when she came back from work today.
Because i quit smoking due to fears of kidney problems, i drank more for the same high. I ended drinking the whole bottle and probably half of that amount of brandy and crashed in the car. I also found in the car some chocolate candy with small Arabica coffee beans in them and ate some of those and at 4 AM in the morning i was still full of wine and caffeine and fell asleep at 6 and i think i still have some in me at this hour 2 in the afternoon.
Yest it is a lot in our culture, to brag about drinking. If i am an alcoholic? I don't know, according to the number of drinks a week, yes, but i never drink in the morning (gentleman's rule) and i can go days without it no problem. But when i get pissed, yes, i'm missing it. Damn, i remembered about cigarettes.
BTW did not check my blood sugar or did any insulin in almost 24 hours. Then, i'm gonna take an alginate imprint of my lower jaw, do a couple of gypsum models, order an UV lamp, start working on a new set of lower. Or maybe try a small batch of heat cure...
For some reason i thought this lamp was with bulbs.
LEDs don't work... period. I guess i'm gonna try the bulbs, but i think these have still LEDs inside...
3:30 PM My PC's screen turns black for a few seconds after being away and then moving the mouse, indicating i might have guests in it but still not slow enough to justify a reset.
I mixed the solid dust and liquid part of Diamond D with slightly more dust than liquid and then put it in the microwave for 15 seconds and i made a putty hard enough to work with to make what they call the wax phase of dentures, but directly made of acrylic but it hardens while working i guess due to heat from my hands. I think i can do it though with less initial time in the microwave. And it outgasses some smelly stuff.
I read on a forum a guy have cured those (after regular injection) in about 5 or 9 minutes in the microwave, have to search for that forum again.
So yeah i think i can do it, shall do the alginate and then gypsum and then i will see.
3:40 No, it got burnt in the microwave and the smell is terrible. Airing the room. I shall try in hot water, the only question is if it keeps its shape until it hardens. Opened both doors, still stinks after 5 minutes. Small price to pay when experimenting.
3:30 PM My PC's screen turns black for a few seconds after being away and then moving the mouse, indicating i might have guests in it but still not slow enough to justify a reset.
I mixed the solid dust and liquid part of Diamond D with slightly more dust than liquid and then put it in the microwave for 15 seconds and i made a putty hard enough to work with to make what they call the wax phase of dentures, but directly made of acrylic but it hardens while working i guess due to heat from my hands. I think i can do it though with less initial time in the microwave. And it outgasses some smelly stuff.
I read on a forum a guy have cured those (after regular injection) in about 5 or 9 minutes in the microwave, have to search for that forum again.
So yeah i think i can do it, shall do the alginate and then gypsum and then i will see.
3:40 No, it got burnt in the microwave and the smell is terrible. Airing the room. I shall try in hot water, the only question is if it keeps its shape until it hardens. Opened both doors, still stinks after 5 minutes. Small price to pay when experimenting.
What a wonderful song. What a terrible dress. Just like in real life.
Are you doing ok y'Al? (As of right now i really care about you. A lot). Post something please. You said honest i thought you wanted honest. I know one more guy who broke down after he figured he (made a purpose of his life in) taunting me for years for no good reason. Maybe we can go one day and watch the tulips in Woodburn together.
Are you doing ok y'Al? (As of right now i really care about you. A lot). Post something please. You said honest i thought you wanted honest. I know one more guy who broke down after he figured he (made a purpose of his life in) taunting me for years for no good reason. Maybe we can go one day and watch the tulips in Woodburn together.
5:00 There is one more guy who was their neighbor at the time, kinda light brown hair, can't remember eyes, shorter than me. His face is missing from his fb account.
9:45 Sarcina ingrată de a posta dublările din media de azi. Și nici nu știu dacă e bine ce fac.
Mugur muguri.
Supradoză supradoză.
Eu nu recunosc, el nu recunoaște.
9:55 Un mesaj foarte prost dat lumii care se eternizează în media română și nu numai.
Doi infractori înrăiți și-au găsit refugiu chiar în România și nici nu se liniștesc, măcar de Paște.
10:05 Un articol prea lung, cu mesajul urgent la sfârșit. Normal că trebuie să încercăm să ne ajutăm prietenii să renunțe, dar de multe ori ei sunt cuprinși într-un ciclu, cu depresia într-o parte și drogurile în cealaltă și precaritatea între. Și nu au prieteni dintre cei care citesc aceste articole. Dar printre ei pot fi și novice, care nu au ajuns așa departe.
Naloxona salvează vieți. Ar trebui pusă pe pereți, ca extinctoarele, în locurile pe unde se adună drogații.
Sau chiar să fie detașată tot timpul o ambulanță a primăriei în aceste zone. Da, mi se pare normal că dacă Poliția și-ar face treaba, nu ar exista aceste zone.
În caz de supradoză, poți să mori ca prostul, cu zile. Insuficiența respiratorie fiind cauza principală a morții în caz de supradoză. Poate fi foarte gravă, cu paralizia zonei din creier care controlează respirația, sau la fel de gravă prin obstrucția mecanică a căilor respiratorii, și aici ajung la o dublare semantică a ce am scris despre diabet, care este cauzat de o obstrucție parțială de lungă durată.
Mugur muguri.
Supradoză supradoză.
Eu nu recunosc, el nu recunoaște.
9:55 Un mesaj foarte prost dat lumii care se eternizează în media română și nu numai.
Doi infractori înrăiți și-au găsit refugiu chiar în România și nici nu se liniștesc, măcar de Paște.
10:05 Un articol prea lung, cu mesajul urgent la sfârșit. Normal că trebuie să încercăm să ne ajutăm prietenii să renunțe, dar de multe ori ei sunt cuprinși într-un ciclu, cu depresia într-o parte și drogurile în cealaltă și precaritatea între. Și nu au prieteni dintre cei care citesc aceste articole. Dar printre ei pot fi și novice, care nu au ajuns așa departe.
Naloxona salvează vieți. Ar trebui pusă pe pereți, ca extinctoarele, în locurile pe unde se adună drogații.
Sau chiar să fie detașată tot timpul o ambulanță a primăriei în aceste zone. Da, mi se pare normal că dacă Poliția și-ar face treaba, nu ar exista aceste zone.
În caz de supradoză, poți să mori ca prostul, cu zile. Insuficiența respiratorie fiind cauza principală a morții în caz de supradoză. Poate fi foarte gravă, cu paralizia zonei din creier care controlează respirația, sau la fel de gravă prin obstrucția mecanică a căilor respiratorii, și aici ajung la o dublare semantică a ce am scris despre diabet, care este cauzat de o obstrucție parțială de lungă durată.
