În ultima poză (galerie foto) de azi, mașina e oprită într-o poziție neverosimilă. Adică a căzut într-o prăpastie de 800 metri și s-a oprit într-o pantă de 45 grade? Dacă folosesc rigla de măsură în google
Earth, aflu că 800 metri (adică aproape 1 km) sunt undeva în dreapta, în mijlocul pădurii dar nu văd nici o prăpastie. Adică mașina s-a rostogolit 800 metri prin pădure?
(Navigați în Google Earth folosind mouse-ul și roata mouse-ului iar pe latptop, pad-ul. Roata schimbă zoom-ul, middle click sau shift combinat cu drag schimbă unghiul, drag simplu direcția, iar pe laptop, drag cu un deget schimbă direcția, două degete schimbă unghiul, pinch, zoom-ul. Puteți vedea orice zonă de pe planetă folosind coordonate sau chiar nume).
3:50 First tellable story with the new people upstairs. There have been more like synched noises, synched toilet flushing since they moved. I went to smoke. She came down the stairs but don't know where she went. I noticed there was a blue lighter (identical with the three i own bought from Chinook every time i forgot them at home) on the ground in front of my patio and i thought it was one of mine and picked it.
I had two in my left hand between fingers together with the jar i use as ashtray. So she picked it from between my fingers. I told her i hoped it was hers cause i might have mixed them up.
Earlier. Angela came home for work and garden, it was the time, i heard when she shot the car's door and looked and saw the car in the spot. What i didn't see (can't see the door from kitchen's window) was painting being done at door (they taped the door first thing in the morning and painted it last) also could not hear because of a compressor in the distance. So i pushed the door only to see that cute Latina painting and she smiled at me and said "it's ok".
Then when i smoked i noticed the door frame was (maybe) not finished and saw a guy walking by and i asked him but he did not answered me.
Angela at work. I said many times before, after i once wrote, her dream job was SMT, they trained her and let her work on the SMT machine alone for about one and a half year. Previous to that, they were three people rotating at that machine because it involved much walking. They had alternate jobs for rotating, like the "the selective solder".
Angela who at the time begged Steve (acting supervisor) to let her alternately work at selective solder because of too much walking (she had a step counter, was doing up to 5-10 miles a day) but he did not want to.
I have no words to describe how much Angela suffered at this job, mostly because of Seve Eaton, who looks like a medieval history teacher in Hungary.
Both jobs, SMT and selective solder are machine operator jobs (better paid).
Then when Angela got fasciitis and bursitis in both legs because of two much walking (got a doctor's restrictions), they demoted her from machine operator to whatever, associate.
Angela at work. I said many times before, after i once wrote, her dream job was SMT, they trained her and let her work on the SMT machine alone for about one and a half year. Previous to that, they were three people rotating at that machine because it involved much walking. They had alternate jobs for rotating, like the "the selective solder".
Angela who at the time begged Steve (acting supervisor) to let her alternately work at selective solder because of too much walking (she had a step counter, was doing up to 5-10 miles a day) but he did not want to.
I have no words to describe how much Angela suffered at this job, mostly because of Seve Eaton, who looks like a medieval history teacher in Hungary.
Both jobs, SMT and selective solder are machine operator jobs (better paid).
Then when Angela got fasciitis and bursitis in both legs because of two much walking (got a doctor's restrictions), they demoted her from machine operator to whatever, associate.
Steve is in vacation and today his replacement as lead asked Angela to finally do selective solder, on a summary 5 minutes training and she refused because she is not a machine operator.
Angela is eating, the guy like almost every time started his black BMW making a thunder noise with his exhaust.
4:50 Needless to say. One of the recent (from the numerous past HR managers) left after i posted this.
Angela is eating, the guy like almost every time started his black BMW making a thunder noise with his exhaust.
4:50 Needless to say. One of the recent (from the numerous past HR managers) left after i posted this.
4:55 Yeah how many times we had to hold our breath because of Steve Eaton? But he is smart, he delegated another guy to screw her while he is on vacation.
5:20 I know what this is all about. Yesterday i have been cursing the name of that fat bastard Rychlak all day in my mind, thinking he is the reason for our sufferance (and comming with winning the green card lottery) in the US.
I remember after i moved at Sussex (Village Apts. in Beaverton) one of the (converted to neo-Protestantism guy like so many other Romanians in Portland, there are thousands of them in Portland) told me there is another securist (from Securitate) who came here and wrote a book. (Now) i think he was referring to Pacepa.
But it wasn't only me. The whole Pacepa incident was used by Ceaușesc as pretext to starve and humiliate all Romanians for the next 10 years. Think about the starving millions when you eat your next lobster, Fat Bastard! (so happy i could tell it to him while he's still alive!).
No way a semi-analphabet opportunist who jumped ranks during Soviet occupation, little rat Securitate general from Romania could have written anything, in Romanian or English. They keep promoting this about me for God's sake. People show on T-shirts with something written in places i go and then try to see the reactions on my face to see if i can read.
I remember after i moved at Sussex (Village Apts. in Beaverton) one of the (converted to neo-Protestantism guy like so many other Romanians in Portland, there are thousands of them in Portland) told me there is another securist (from Securitate) who came here and wrote a book. (Now) i think he was referring to Pacepa.
But it wasn't only me. The whole Pacepa incident was used by Ceaușesc as pretext to starve and humiliate all Romanians for the next 10 years. Think about the starving millions when you eat your next lobster, Fat Bastard! (so happy i could tell it to him while he's still alive!).
No way a semi-analphabet opportunist who jumped ranks during Soviet occupation, little rat Securitate general from Romania could have written anything, in Romanian or English. They keep promoting this about me for God's sake. People show on T-shirts with something written in places i go and then try to see the reactions on my face to see if i can read.
I spoke with some of them on "random" occasions (nothing ever in my life was random). They were all so idiots (or simulating as Hungarian actors, this one was a writer, which could explain it) fearful for their well paid away from Hungary privileged positions and not having any real power they could not possibly pose any threat to US and west who probably knew through their secret services more about what was happening in that country than them.
Now they re-iterated Angela job thing so i forget about him. They do this all the time, escalate a situation to cover it with another. Just like in the song. Classic bullies.
It did bother me a lot, the accident in the mountains in Romania as it is not the first to respond to one of my (re) posts, (this happened within days after i re-posted this, featuring a girl with my last name) and they are all fake and predate the emotional, covering real things and i had this feeling something is wrong and it was. Facts do not verify like in so many other recent symbolic accident and deaths in Romania.
Like the mishap yesterday on 217. The cone machine was hidden behind a hill.
Now they re-iterated Angela job thing so i forget about him. They do this all the time, escalate a situation to cover it with another. Just like in the song. Classic bullies.
It did bother me a lot, the accident in the mountains in Romania as it is not the first to respond to one of my (re) posts, (this happened within days after i re-posted this, featuring a girl with my last name) and they are all fake and predate the emotional, covering real things and i had this feeling something is wrong and it was. Facts do not verify like in so many other recent symbolic accident and deaths in Romania.
Like the mishap yesterday on 217. The cone machine was hidden behind a hill.
The japs who do all these as realAI simulation on their supercomputers using thousands of actors, cars, on field, know so little about European way of thinking (And to me it looks like there is not one single chance they will any time soon).
After they took control of the world, they just keep bullying and terrorizing whole societies with their actors but they are doing so discretely, obeying the ancient rules of infiltration, the world, the Americans, Europeans, Russians, name it have no clue what is happening which is everybody's advantage (except for the 2 million Rusians who died, other millions who died in WWII and subsequent Asian wars) so we all keep going on!
5:25 Since i complained about Angela being psychologically and physically tortured at work for so many years, they now dispatched their kids in the backyard to make hellish noises while Angela went to sleep (push it some more).
7:00 Yesterday after that near accident i heard in the car a black guy singing the purest country song ever (Black eyed country as opposed to blue eyed soul). A few songs further in top 100 of 73 i guess, i heard a black man singing some sort of funk that can be easily mistaken forrock metal!
What do we know, people were having real fun back then in the rolling stone age.
After they took control of the world, they just keep bullying and terrorizing whole societies with their actors but they are doing so discretely, obeying the ancient rules of infiltration, the world, the Americans, Europeans, Russians, name it have no clue what is happening which is everybody's advantage (except for the 2 million Rusians who died, other millions who died in WWII and subsequent Asian wars) so we all keep going on!
5:25 Since i complained about Angela being psychologically and physically tortured at work for so many years, they now dispatched their kids in the backyard to make hellish noises while Angela went to sleep (push it some more).
7:00 Yesterday after that near accident i heard in the car a black guy singing the purest country song ever (Black eyed country as opposed to blue eyed soul). A few songs further in top 100 of 73 i guess, i heard a black man singing some sort of funk that can be easily mistaken for
What do we know, people were having real fun back then in the rolling stone age.
8:03 Was bothered by the smell, went and found a few but when i went at the dumpster i found a bag with several pounds of them, obviously brought from somewhere else, impossible to knot well. So i came inside to grab a bag to contain that one, but guess what. They came with the ice-cream machine and stopped right next to the dumpster, playing its stupid music.
Also i saw outside a fat, shirtless guy, with hair and coque, remind of Fat Bastard. The old quantum rule, suppress information by doubling. But how and where from they brought him so fast?
8:50 This post is getting too long, still trying to add one more little thing in it. I won't correct this entry since it seems a legitime Freudian slip and i am also not sure what i wanted to say.
Can you read a book with someone? But no, had no time to even think to read it. Maybe i should try to order it and read it on paper (haven't done it in decades) and then we'll talk?
Hypocrisy comes from my yoga guru. He kept telling me (for years) every time i was opening my mouth that i am too boring, should try and say something else and keep my thoughts to myself. In time, i brought it to an art.
This of course also brought a whole bunch of problems, together with hesitant talking which is normal for a second or third language speaker. As soon as i start talking people start thinking i'm not being honest which is a big problem in the US where people seem so direct. Being hesitant is a first sign you're a liar, right?
Being a different person when i write, could seem hypocritical but lately i started so see that i start to talk the way i write which is good. Being more sure of myself is the first benefit. Being more of myself when speaking English, that is a huge one. (BTW just swapped the last two paragraphs, twice, which is possible only when writing on a computer, not even on paper you don't have this luxury). Parentheses. Structuring on levels. Love those.
11:00 I remember when in school or HS teachers would ask us to write short "compositions" at Romanian class. One would not believe how important are those to exercise language and communication skills. Teachers, keep doing that!
But for second languages speakers things are getting complicated. We use different parts of the brain for communication which i believe are not "spares". Especially for such a melodic language as English which basically uses different vowels and/or consonants then other European languages, including German, French etc.. So we take resources from other tasks just for speaking which could be a problem starting with communication itself. This is the reason writing is much easier to me.
Everyone who reads a lot should start writing because they develop lots of inner thoughts, ideas and opinions. There are so many things you can try and correct in your life or world.
Enough reasons to try writing more than a paragraph on a social network, see how it feels! I guarantee it would be awkward at first!
In my case i imitate in my mind the many conversations i had in the past during parties with many people. I am imagining those persons in front of me, asking questions, me answering, telling stories, listening to stories, things like that. It started one day when i was driving and started to imagine what the persons i missed from Romania would say to this or that.
It was about the same time when i started to understand most of the lyrics in songs heard on the radio etc.. I think this song was the turning point. It was around the time when i started to translate this poem.
The emptiness you feel temporarily when you're done and you've done it right. Like the thoughts you put in writing have left you. The re-reading, for collecting the mistakes. What would you think if it was written by someone else?
Being a different person when i write, could seem hypocritical but lately i started so see that i start to talk the way i write which is good. Being more sure of myself is the first benefit. Being more of myself when speaking English, that is a huge one. (BTW just swapped the last two paragraphs, twice, which is possible only when writing on a computer, not even on paper you don't have this luxury). Parentheses. Structuring on levels. Love those.
11:00 I remember when in school or HS teachers would ask us to write short "compositions" at Romanian class. One would not believe how important are those to exercise language and communication skills. Teachers, keep doing that!
But for second languages speakers things are getting complicated. We use different parts of the brain for communication which i believe are not "spares". Especially for such a melodic language as English which basically uses different vowels and/or consonants then other European languages, including German, French etc.. So we take resources from other tasks just for speaking which could be a problem starting with communication itself. This is the reason writing is much easier to me.
Everyone who reads a lot should start writing because they develop lots of inner thoughts, ideas and opinions. There are so many things you can try and correct in your life or world.
Enough reasons to try writing more than a paragraph on a social network, see how it feels! I guarantee it would be awkward at first!
In my case i imitate in my mind the many conversations i had in the past during parties with many people. I am imagining those persons in front of me, asking questions, me answering, telling stories, listening to stories, things like that. It started one day when i was driving and started to imagine what the persons i missed from Romania would say to this or that.
It was about the same time when i started to understand most of the lyrics in songs heard on the radio etc.. I think this song was the turning point. It was around the time when i started to translate this poem.
The emptiness you feel temporarily when you're done and you've done it right. Like the thoughts you put in writing have left you. The re-reading, for collecting the mistakes. What would you think if it was written by someone else?
At first, while driving, all in my mind. It took me about ten years to finish it. All while driving. It took so long mostly because i did not believe it can be done. But the original was embedded inside of me since HS and i knew it was better than many song lyrics i was listening at. Then i translated the rest. About 33 of them. It was about the time i started blogging.
12:20 AM Just picked the last one. Angela fell asleep. Upstairs they are still agitated.
12:25 24 hours, full swing. With the past one, would tone down a bit after uploading a sound recording.
