Bent half shaft (between the two vibration dampers) which caused the struts to crack (between the two big bolts). Replaced them both (2 shafts and two struts) soon after i got the car. Bought the parts online and did it myself outside in the cold.
Several pounds of dog food on top of air filter. Somehow it backflowed and the whole engine compartment was covered with a fine dog food dust. Some of it passed the fan and got into the heater core compartment. Bought a dishwasher hose, attached it to the vacuum and vacuumed the area, until i could not see any stinking dog food with the borescope.
Modified valve cover, to allow raw exhaust to leak in the engine compartment.
Missing transmission fluid. Leaky fill plug.
Saw dust inside the windshield cleaner reservoir which makes the whole car stink.
11:15 AM
12:00 PM I was packing my suitcase for Reno and with each item i was thinking. It must be a form of time travel since my future self will meet with those items packed by my present self in the hotel room tonight or tomorrow.
My actions in the present always meet with my future self, unless it's the famous alienation described by Marx, where you get irreversibly separated of those.
So is fantasy, a form of evaluating possible futures or pasts, virtually alternate, in a pleasant way, in the comfort of your habits in what you call home, I believe it is physiologic. I personally cannot control it.
Like holding your breath or breathing through a congested nose until you are about to faint or roll your eyes whatever.
12:22 And no, the real communism was not very different. In there all the employers were corporate like structures with even more work and alienation and less joy and even less fantasies. But for some reason it was easier to talk to each other or see each other. Maybe because we were all equal in that type of slavery.
Corruption and theft arose from lack of private ownership. Female workers getting advantages for sexual favors became the norm, with no possible romance. Then in the late 80s swinging started to creep out though nobody was talking about.
12:25 Togakure-ryƫ. I dried laundry, it heated up in here and open the kitchen window though i knew i did not hose the screens after the big dust yesterday. And guess what. The Japanese mail man came and started to hit those mailboxes real hard (in an exaggerated way) and dust was released from that screen and came inside with the cooler air from outside and onto me who i just took a shower and now my whole body hurts. And eyes. And i have to drive today 200 miles to first 7 feathers.
But i believe it also has something to do with me being electrified while performing intellectual activity immersed in my own or others' ideas (deep meditation) etc. which could means shifting your whole body electric charge and attracting positively charged dust.
But how many years it took until i figured this one out, after i went psychotic a few times and now i do my best to compensate it that BTW nobody believes it.
Like in any case of bullying, the endorphins released will help me slide back into a world of fantasies, real soon. They will refresh that on the freeway by swaying back and forth onto the shoulder, from time to time. But no, i cannot drink to alleviate pain. Too much to drive.

1:25 And then there is the other causal chain. Breathing more or less can change your body electrical charge, because of simple chemistry. No?

Those vapors will make the air around you more conductive and help attracting positively charged dust to your more neutral body.
1:43 And not only dust. All aerosols floating around, including from dog poops. 11:30 PM Last night i took a Melatonin and slept 5 hours then i slept some more but it was only when we left that i realized the reason. There was a new mole hole near the building.
In our way to Reno (almost 600 miles) we stopped for one night at 7 feathers after 200. When i got here i realized the car was smelling bad like coolant. After working to fix a mistake at my last post, i have become really tired. I could have went to bed but instead i went inside to search for Angela, after i shot the window.
I pulled the phone and took a picture in the elevator of the new door decoration which was intriguing. I could barely walk on the casino floor. I found Angela and sat next to her to smoke a cigarette while Angela won like 220 at a new machine, making up for the earlier losses.
Then i stood and for some reason i looked to the floor and saw a card. Green card on green floor. Not knowing what it was i showed it to Angela and she figured it was my room card key which has a different design then hers though.
When we got to the room she checked and the card was indeed for this room. Then she found an open beer can and we both drank from it.
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