A forlorn project haul, upon attempting to figure out Gamma Linolenic Acids (GLAs) ex Blackcurrant Seed Oil.

Warning: as an update, I should mention to my readers that it’s possible that something I had applied to my skin, of which pertains to the products I had detailed below, in the blog post, had given me a pretty intense superficial blood vessel rupture skin condition, yet only on my leg(s) - mostly one leg. The condition is exacerbated when I take a hot shower, I’ve learned. The condition is temporary, and I feel that it may go away fully within a week or two, at least that’s what my consultations with Google Gemini have come up with. It’s not painful or itchy. Although I’ve also applied the same formulas to my face and arms, those areas are not affected, only my lower legs, where I did apply the formula, and so, I might think that applying it eventually caused this condition to happen, but I haven’t narrowed down the specific culprit, just yet. 

An alarming superficial blood vessel rupture, potentially, had surfaced after I took a hot shower, after I had applied some of the products below, in a formulation, in days prior to me noticing it had shown up, after the shower. 

What started off serene and quietly turned frenzied on my iPad, and I’ve spend nearly a whole day’s worth of time on my device, today being Wednesday, out of the week.

I had just received a small haul of materials, from Bulk Apothecary, which I was eager to receive, since it took about a week to receive the shipment, here in LA, coming from Illinois. I purchased 5 pounds of Himalayan pink salt, because I felt like I needed a mineral supplementation of some sort, and I wanted to try out the salt, as an alternative to liquid trace mineral supplements. I’d also been on the fringes of a deep dive product research stint, having become obsessed with formulating a skin care product that contained γ-Linolenic acid as its primary feature. I had, just the prior week, spent 50 hours on my device, 

upon settling with blackcurrant seed oil. I figured that, for having such small seeds, the brambles (berry) plants must produce a precious oil. Gamma linolenic acids are one of the necessary fatty acids that belong in our diet, and the body’s production and usage of the product declines with age, so, being age 44 now, I’d felt that my energy was in decline, and that I was putting on a lot of weight, possibly due to medications. The thing was, though, was that I didn’t want to sacrifice either my meals or my energy supply - I had to somehow find a way to burn those calories, given that I now started exercising again, all while maintaining eating three or more regular meals a day. When isn’t the lack of available fatty acids a primary contributor to less-than-optimal health, and I felt that supplementing the skin could potentially produce viable results in the greater body-at-large, with the concentrated ingredients I purchased from Bulk Apothecary.

Five pounds of Himalayan pink salt, which, like the blackcurrant seed oil, I’m trying to absorb externally. The salt is reputed to contain trace amounts of a full spectrum of minerals.

The problem was, upon receiving the oil, the salt, and some polysorbate 20, for solubilizing the oils in to a water based solution, for the skin care product, was that I found that the blackcurrant seed oil had what Gemini referred to as an “earthy” scent. I fancied, moreso, that it was a fishy smell. It reminded me of sea buckthorn oil, another oil high in fatty acids, which I had sampled in previous years. Upon consulting with Gemini about the issue, we settled upon that the smell was an inevitable product of the virgin blackcurrant seed oil, which, (virgin) would feature the highest amount of fatty acids, compared to a refined version of the oil.

So I went on a product research deep dive on Amazon, and alternately, consulting with Gemini, and it was determined that I could potentially appreciable halt the smell of earthiness or fishiness, by absorbing the smell, in vitro, making use of coconut activated charcoal powder. I was supposed to let it sit in the oil for a couple or a few days. So, I ordered several more products, including a Büchner flask-based hand pumped vacuum chamber that had a draining ceramic container at its top, which would hold the liquid and the charcoal powder, as it was vacuumed in to the flask, with a paper membrane in between the liquid mixture and the drainage holes of the upper receptacle.

Unfortunately, I never received the packages that went with this second haul, on a subsequent week that had started. It was disappointing, to say the least, largely because I had formulated a poor-smelling fragrance cover-up for my first trial at masking the blackcurrant seed oil’s scent. It was a rosy scent, which, all in all, ought not be the vibe I should be going for, so I was worried that production and development time would be lost, and I’d have to order the items again, or something, but I chatted with Amazon about the boxes being delivered somewhere else, and they promptly issued a refund, at my request. 

The delivery driver’s photo “proof” of that my packages were delivered, whereas I have no idea where this picture was taken - it obviously, to me, isn’t my home, where I’d sent the packages to.

I started hearing things, in my head, about that the whole deodorizing concept was a majorly tweaked out topic to consider, and that I should feel lucky that the packages never arrived, and that I had to get on chat support with Amazon to get a refund, which was painless, by the way. After all, I was about to spend nearly $100 to deodorize a $17 bottle of oil. My rationale, during all of that though, was that I could establish a workflow, and an edge, over competitors, for going the extra mile, by deodorizing the oil that had started to oxidize, for however long it had been sitting out. 

Meanwhile, for this week’s screen time, I did some more consulting with Gemini, and I conceived of that the scent of earthy-fishiness could be better covered up by a sweet tropical type of scent, with coconut, tonka bean, benzoin, and some of my Eau Pigeonoid-recent formulation of a men’s fragrance that I’m currently wearing and chiseling away at, aesthetically speaking. It turned out that tropical was the ticket, and the second formulation ends up smelling quite mild and pleasant - here, I had highlighted a more relatable earthy scent combination, yet the oxidized aroma as the skin care product I fixed up ages, on the skin, still has reminisces of oxidized blackcurrant seed oil, but not so much that I couldn’t forget about it, for a while; so I moved on to the next thing… figuring out what to do, since I had all of that Amazon gift card money that was returned to me, and I settled upon getting back to a project that would have the subject headers as being “LED-backlit mini Indonesian-style wood panel carving decorative art pieces,” a throwback to my old loft apartment, in which I had purchased a lotus woodcut panel set, and I’d set up back lighting for it. 

I felt like going with the sparrows, for this project, because I felt that they suited the floral decoration aspect more neatly than pigeons would. Now I’m considering various options, after having mega-shopped Amazon’s Big Spring Sale, going between a handheld woodworking tool, and laser cutting CNC machines. Whilst in the process of attempting to create assets for the CNC automated cutting of the wood panels, I spent some money on a 2D to 3D model app, for credits for rendering the 3D images. The app didn’t work, now, by this point (I’d used it previously, and it worked quite well), so I settled upon planning to do a 3D print of the model, yet, I had to come up with the 3D model file, in any case - that, or produce a physical model of the woodcut decoration, somehow, by rote, etc. So that’s where I’m at, in all of this. I think I’m going to end up going with a handheld woodworking tool project workflow. I’ll make sure that readers get updated on the progress.

Update: early a.m., the morning subsequent to this last night’s blog. I ended up going with the hand tool, although I had settled upon getting a rotary tooling setup, rather than the smaller engraving pen options I’d been considering. Apparently, things just aren’t done that way, in such a situation as mine - the engraving pen path, that is. So I ordered some woodworking and carbine burr bits, a Big Spring Sale deal of a $69 rotary tool, that was purportedly 77% off ~$299, supposedly. I thought I’d give it a try - it looked alright, and bargain-y, while being thick enough to hold a reasonably-sized motor inside, for the job, and I ordered some square birch wood panels and some sanding scrubbers. I’ll worry about doing the 3D print a little later on, and I’ll tinker with this woodworking setup, in the meantime. 

The pigeons I feed in downtown LA got cinnamon swirl peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

 As many of my long-time readers could attest, for a long time (about 7 years, or so), I was routinely in the habit of feeding the pigeons I see, daily - peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sometimes, it would be a variation on a sandwich, such as grilled cheese sandwiches, at times where I was feeling inspired. Nearly a year ago, at this point, however, I transitioned to seeds, because I had a nagging suspicion growing inside of me, of that seeds were literally more healthy and appropriate for the birds, desipite the charm of peanut butter and jelly sandwich-fed pigeons (later on, after I transitioned, I discovered, through consulting with AI, that peanuts, and peanut butter, consequentially, were high calorie dietary choices, which the birds would welcome. 

So, it had been a while since the birds had gotten sandwiches from me. I had fully transitioned to seeds, since I first tried them (I was initially reluctant to purchase seeds for the birds, despite that seeds used to be available, locally, in downtown LA, at Ralph’s; now, seeds are not on the shelves, anymore). I had reasoned that the nagging voice in my head could possibly be correct, and, at the time, I didn’t have a more authoritative retort to counter the assertion. The nagging voice in my head played a tricky hand with me, hinging upon the rhetoric of that seeds were more nutritious. Now, having spent some (or more) time using either feed that I would provide for the birds, I can say that they both have their upsides and downsides. For example, eating a sandwich was more of a community effort, despite that the birds flock towards the food being given towards them, and they step all over each other, as a result, regardless of the type of food I happen to give them. The sandwich pieces would get nibbled at, by one or more birds, at a time, and then the sandwich would be flung somewhere nearby, being that they have to tear the bread apart, so small groups of birds, for the several feeding hotspots the sandwiches would represent, each took their turns eating at the rich treat. 

Thomas’ Cinnamon Raisin Swirl bread, from Amazon, is what I chose for the birds’ sandwiches, today, and it was only $3.06! A bargain, relatively, and very tasty, at that.

By comparison, seeds are a bit more democratic a food to give the birds, and, it’s a more “natural” food for them. Every one of them gets their chance at getting some of the seeds and grains that I toss out, and, for the most part, the birds still stick around, in general, before I arrive, and after I leave, ostensibly because other people come and feed them, there, at Pershing Square. I leave them a little bit hungry, perhaps, yet they’re there, daily, faithfully, and they appreciate any sort of meal they can get, that fits in to their dietary regimen, that is (pigeons are classified as granivores; meaning they naturally get by on a diet of grains). I feed three flocks of birds; two others, on opposite sides of town, and those ones get what I estimate is a filling meal for them, since they’re not frequented by other pigeon-feeding folks, where they’re situated. Today, though, (or, yesterday - I’m writing this early in the morning, the next day), I had cinnamon swirl raisin bread, since it was on sale for cheap, and I could get free shipping, if I ordered $10 more worth of stuff off of Amazon, in addition to their fresh bag of seeds that I bought them. 

I figured, here’s my chance - to prove to myself that I’m still willing to make sandwiches for them, and, now I have the confidence that the high-calorie PB&J meals are suitable, vegetarian treats for them, and possibly, they become a bit stimulated from having some sugar, from the jam, which they wouldn’t get, eating just seeds. So I went out and made them their sandwiches, as I showed up at their roosting spots, and the birds waited patiently for the sandwich-making to be done; they’re used to waiting, I guess. This time around, though, the pigeons at Pershing Square seemed even more than typical “worked up” in to a feeding frenzy, since they got sandwiches (which arrived earlier in the day than the seeds). After I was done feeding them, they started to fly up towards me, some of them, as if they were courting the idea of landing on me, to let me know that they’re happy, and, perhaps, that I’d been holding out on some last bites for them to eat. I made the Pershing Square pigeons three sandwiches, which, I figure, was a duly rich meal for the birds, and that it was enough food material to go around, so that every bird who really wanted to eat got to have some - some of the birds will stand off to the sidelines, and I try to toss out a little bit for the sparrows, also, but I know that the birds also become more assertive when they’re hungrier, as individuals, so I think that, on some days, some of the birds are just less motivated to take part in the feeding frenzy. 

The event made me think about how the day’s meal probably reminded the birds of their youth; it’s estimated that pigeons live for about 3 years, in the wild, yet they can live for perhaps 15-20 years, if taken good care of, in captivity. Now, I don’t quite believe that the birds I feed only live 3 years; I feel that they’re better taken care of than that, but certainly the meal must have been a warm reminder of the days when sandwiches were the standard fare (it’s a fair amount more costly to purchase sandwiches, for them, but I had food stamps, back then, and I could shoulder much of the costs, throughout a month, contingent on that my benefits were available for me to use, to purchase food, not seeds). Now, I spend my own money for everything I have to purchase, so it matters somewhat less, whether I purchase sandwich fixings for the birds, or it comes to seeds. Some of the birds even cozied up to the notion of trying to snatch some sandwich out of my hand, before I tossed out small portions of the meal throughout the flock, which surrounds me, as I feed them. 

Merry Pidge-mas!

 

Earlier today, I went out to feed the pigeons in the late morning.

The birds greet me, most of the time, some of them, at least, by flying up towards me.

A pair of siblings and their mother, from China, were taking photos and videos with the birds.

Another pedestrian was telling them that they should try being more interactive, and get a circle of birds round them. 

The guy asked me for some seeds, and he handed the kids a handful of seeds, each. It was a fun part of my day, to assist in giving them the pigeon experience that we have, here at Pershing Square.

Yesterday, I was in East LA, and the afternoon sun broke through the clouds and put out a glorious rainbow. 

I could most see the very end of the rainbow, off in the nearby distance.

The sparrows were out, as well, and I made sure to save some seeds for the little ones, as well. 

Pigeon-watching hotspots to see around town #10: Figueroa at 4th St. Underpass flock

This flock is a delight to visit (for me, at least, because I'm training them). They are currently (October 2024) becoming trained on the clicker, for "come." One of the birds swooped down in front of me, just earlier, today, as I arrived. I was positioned in an unfamiliar place, for feeding's sake, so it was especially flattering that the bird recognized me by the clicker. 

Some of the pigeon flock at Figueroa at 4th St. Underpass. 

This flock is particularly charming for its resilience in the face of challenges. Several of the birds (much more than by averages of other flocks) have visible battle scars, in the form of deformed and swollen feet, from having string tied around their feet, by former trappers that frequented the area, although they're here no longer, I seem to notice. I'm not well-versed in trapping the pigeons, to save them from their plight, at this time. I just show up and feed them. You can check out some of their quaint and isolated behaviors (although fairly common fare, for pigeons; I just felt that they could be a control flock, eventually, in psychological terms, with their progress and development in mind, on account of their isolation) in some video footage I captured while socializing my deceased pigeon friend that I brought along, and wrote an article on, a couple of weeks ago, below. 

Here, you can see my pigeon friend is being investigated by one of the males in the Figueroa at 4th St. Underpass flock's regular members.

Regardless of being new to the place, my pigeon friend felt right at home with the new birds, and he took to some sharing of the same meal as the other birds, while we visited. 

This bird, (unnamed, so far) is one of the more charming of the flock. He had a broken leg happen to him, several months ago, and it hasn't quite healed properly, but he could potentially heal up and be just fine, some day. 

The location is fairly quiet, lately, and, as I noted, isolated, but it's ideal if you happen to show up with food for the birds, and you can spot them roosting on the light poles. They'll swoop down and accept food, if they spot you tossing some out, in many cases. If you have a clicker, that's even better, because they're becoming trained on clicker noises. 

Autumn 2025 updates:

I’d been coming here regularly, now, for perhaps 2 years. The flock has stayed a fairly steady 12 core resident birds, here (the birds here are partially learned helplessness subjects, but, for example, as I arrived, today, the birds were out for a flight, so I suppose that they have somewhere to go, when they want to, or, perhaps, when they need to, which they don’t, really, since the flock here is relatively isolated from other flocks nearby that I know about. Regardless, in the summertime, I observed that, on one day, there were about 20 birds present, so that could have been their young, that had moved out, to live somewhere else, and they returned home to the cool enclave where they roost - a shady spot that’s practically impervious to heat waves. 

Some of the flock had returned, since I started writing this update:

I like this flock, in particular, because of its isolation - there’s rarely any humans that visit or frequent the location, and it’s kind of a cozy connection to have, knowing that they (probably) largely depend on me showing up, for their meal times. There used to be a homeless encampment here, and some of the birds here show signs of having been trapped, previously. Fortunately, none of them are too badly maimed, just some lost toes, here and there, and one crooked-legged pigeon. I also like this flock because sometimes they’ll spot me walking up, from a distance, and they’ll fly out to greet me, knowing that I’ll feed them.

 

Is click work for real? Some perspectives on task-based earning opportunities.

 It happened again, to me. In the course of seeking employment, I came across a platform with a contentious air about it; namely, it ended up involving me needing to put up my own investment funds in order to earn money, this time, in the form of commissions, from having completed a click work task. 

Part of the marketing materials from the click work platform I joined.

What is click work?

Given its surface features, click work seems like the ideal remote freelance work opportunity - daily earnings made from completing tasks that require no formal education or training, that is to say: it’s easy work. Sure it is, it just involves clicking. Such is the basic premise behind many an online platform, yet I’ll refrain from naming the one I’m involved with, for privacy reasons, namely, since I’m more a believer in the platform’s premise, despite some aspects of the initial selling points having gone unfulfilled. For example, the marketing material said that there would be no investing involved; this was partially untrue: I was “paid” commission money ($67 USD) that I could withdraw, upon completing the onboarding and training process, although I was instructed to bump up the balance in my work account, which started with a $0 balance, up to $100, which, it was claimed, is the minimum balance required to do tasks. 

The tasks, I would come to learn, were micro-investments (micro, for starting with $100) which earn a commission, starting at 0.5%, going up to 5%. The larger commission tasks would invariably put the user’s account in the negative, which I encountered, during the course of continuing training on the platform, further. At this point, I was instructed to contact Customer Service (CS) to deposit more money, in the form of USD, converted to Bitcoin, which I then withdrew, from my account, in to the company’s Bitcoin wallet - a trusting move, and, as I’d discovered, several days out, upon starting with the platform, one that would summon the chagrin of many an other click work platform inductee, who had gone on to write an article decrying the inferred iniquities of said click work platform(s), such as in this article I came across, serendipitously, just this morning. The similarities between what this author describes and my situation are uncanny. Going on, to research the contextual subject matter of the platform potentially being a scam, like this author writes about, and, which is the viewpoint and perspective that several other authors, and even the FTC, make out of the features described, here, to be hallmark features of an inevitable scam.

The image is blurred to ensure privacy for the platform.

I even consulted with ChatGPT and Gemini about the click work platform’s premises and claims, and they both strongly advised me that it was a scam. Now, granted, I had the same inclination, having recently been scammed, myself, with a credit card number processing and Bitcoin wallet transfer operation. Yet, this being the case, I came in to this opportunity fully aware and wary of promises. Despite this, I suppose I was feeling a bit adventuresome, and, being that click work is sometimes referred to as gamified, it resembles a game, or gambling, loosely, on one hand, although I felt that the platform deserved some credit, since, for one - I had been duly walked through the onboarding and training process, in this case, and the support personnel and onboarding representative were very responsive and intelligible - two features which I consider, subconsciously, perhaps, even, to be characteristic of well-run businesses. After all, for every one person who can see the bright side of the click work economy, there are dozens of naysayers and jilted participants who distrusted the entirety of the platform, particularly at the point at which it was discovered that personal financial investment was required, which, as I’ve stated, is where I happened to differ, in this case. 

Fayrouz Eldebani’s blog article, Click Work - It’s Complicated, featured on superrr.com.

By the way, the last link I just posted, “Click Work - It’s Complicated,” which is in support of click work for women and for other potentially disadvantaged worker demographics, I found, is a highly intelligent and insightful blog article that goes in to issues of feminism and post colonial work economy, as they pertain to click work. The article discusses click work as an accommodation of certain work-life balance traits of the subject demographics discussed, rather than that click work enterprises necessarily take advantage of people. I found that I could relate to the women and domestic workers, as such, myself, given that I’m committed, on a daily basis, to ensuring that the local pigeon flocks get fed - the ones that I can cover, and care for, at least. 

Sure, it’s frustrating to see an account balance go in to the negative, thus requiring a personal investment, in order to reap the profit and returns, or commissions. Perhaps, even, some of the platforms involving click work recruiters contacting people, truly are scams, as a basis. So far, I find some promise in the platform I became acquainted with, with some short term benchmarks to come, which I can update on, when the time arises. What I would offer, as a suggestion, should one come across a click work opportunity, as a job-seeking, vulnerable person, is to take account of one’s own limits and boundaries; for example, “do I have a reasonable amount of savings I can put in to such a thing as this,” as one of the questions one might ask, and know, of one’s self. Fortunately, the platform I’m involved with involves a spread of up to 300% of the user’s work account balance, and I find, so far, that having several hundred dollars available, perhaps $1,000, or so, is sufficient to cover most any circumstances encountered, in the course of completing a batch of 40 tasks, as the costs rise, at times, during the course of completing the tasks, and thus require reinvesting money. It takes some trust of the company that the user is involved with, and some common sense, as to what can be afforded, and risked, in such as situation, given that, at least, in my case, the funds are real, withdrawable funds that go back in to my own Bitcoin wallet.

A look at the history of the transactions in my work account, along with the commission payments. 

Right now, I’m stuck on this $956 transaction, with a negative $524.56 balance, which I had to do some work on, in order to clear the transaction. I had $431.44 in my account, at the time I encountered that transaction. The profit for that transaction will be $76.48 once I clear the transaction, though. Not bad, given my usual experiences with investing. 

All in all, I see the situation as that, for the potential of the proclaimed earnings to be real, it is, somewhat a gamble, but, I suppose, in my case, I was somewhat up to the challenge of discovering whether or not things work out as stated. One of the techniques I’m planning on employing, moving forward, is keeping my initial work account balance at $100, to start, and withdrawing funds, mid-batch, should I get a “rush” order, which comes with a higher (5%) commission, although it puts my account in the negative, requiring me to deposit more funds - once I complete the transaction, I’m planning on withdrawing funds, again, so the 300% limit threshold doesn’t become unmanageable. I’m still learning the platform, but since I was able to withdraw real Bitcoin funds in to my own CashApp Bitcoin wallet, I have some confidence that the platform works, and is functional, at least, for as long as the site stays up, and for as long as I stay in touch with CS and my onboarding agent. I think that the AI Chatbots are perhaps biased towards erring on the side of caution, lest they stir up controversy for users, with what ends up being poor advice, because, of course, it’s easily foreseeable that a scammer could potentially shut down a site, or deny functionality to a user, and steal their funds. For all I know, perhaps other platforms paled in comparison, with their policies regarding order limits on dollar amounts, or there may have been something else wrong about sites that other people encounter. I find that the site I’m on has very responsive customer service, and the onboarding experience flowed smoothly, as well - all good signs, so far. 

In essence, the concepts at play seem to mirror that of Liquidity Mining, in Decentralized Finance. Here are some basic concepts pertaining to Liquidity Mining, from Google Search AI Overview:

I deposited the money, the next morning (today), and I completed the transaction that had gotten me stuck, previously. Here, you can see the $956 balance, plus the $76.48 profit I had received.

This is where I ran in to a snag with the company. They denied my withdrawal, because they have a policy that says I have to complete a full batch of orders on the day I want to do a withdrawal, which they didn’t tell me about. Since I don’t want to put any more money in to this, I guess I have to chalk it up to that this whole thing I got involved with was a gamble, which I lost money on.

Product Review - My First Haul (and shopping experience) with Poshmark.

 After getting my new Nike Trail Running shoes, I felt a little bit bland with the limitations I have on my change-of-clothes options in my wardrobe, particularly in the hot Southern California middle of the summer. I’ve been opting for golf shorts and moisture-wicking, antibacterial fabric tank tops that I got to sample, first, through Amazon Vine. I bought a second set of these, in other words. The clothing purchase and the shoes purchase coincided on one day, mostly, so the colors match, but still, I felt it was a little bland. I wanted some neon pink, of something, and my mind wandered back over to my most recent high-end jacket and long sleeve purchases that I had made, during the pandemic. 

A Nike Trail sticker, featuring the Nike Trail series graphic, in pink.

I started out searching for a neon pink Windrunner, which is the name of a Nike athletic sort of windbreaker, with a special 26° trim coming down the front of the jacket. It’s made of polyester, and it’s lightweight, but Nike makes them with cool designs, every now and then. I went with Google Shopping, to begin my search, like I do with most of my online purchases, when I want to comparison shop. I came up with several neon pink windbreakers, some of them notable second-place mentions, a couple of them Windrunners, but they were not my size, and I became attached to the notion of having a real Windrunner jacket again, since I’d lost mine, somewhere along the way. I got a cigarette hole in that one, anyways. I felt more confident that I could preserve and maintain my clothing better now, at this point. I felt like I’d made a good decision, in picking out nice shoes for me to wear. 

I had considered this pink kangaroo pocket windbreaker, but in the end, I guess it wasn’t quite the right pink for me, I was going for a bit more on the fuchsia side of the spectrum.

So, I went comparison shopping, on Google, and I visited a few new-to-me marketplaces, and picked out some of my favorites, and I set them aside, in the tabs of my browser, and kept searching. I found a Nikelab jacket ad that intrigued me, so I clicked on the inventory ad, and it led me to Poshmark, an online marketplace that I had never really visited and shopped at. The jacket was only $30, and supposedly it was marked down from $1,000 (probably an exaggeration, but it made it seem like it was a killer deal, at the time). Since it was affordable, I went ahead and purchased the jacket, despite it being summer. I had been staying out late, on some nights, and it would get a bit chilly, so I recalled wishing that I had a light jacket during those times. 

Once I made the purchase, Poshmark invited me to start a profile with the site, and I could track my order, get deals, etc., so I made an account. I figured that putting my money in to some new clothes was a good move, and I might eventually come back for more. Quite soon after starting my account on Poshmark, I started getting News notices. I was getting a bunch of followers! Poshmark is very much a social buying and selling platform, which you can see from some of their screens. I really got in to the premise of a socially adept, interactive website and app, where users can post and shop for clothing and more, make offers, message each other directly, view more items from seller closets, and comparison shop, with such a fashion-oriented purpose about it.

Poshmark’s home feed splash page, where user-hosted shows are featured.

My Poshmark News feed.

A search for the latest Nike product listings on Poshmark pulls up a feed like this.

Once my shipments arrive, later this week, I’ll update with some photos, and see how they look on me!

Update: The next day.

The Nike Electric Orange Chalk Windrunner Parka Jacket, next to my LED spotlight, featuring the type of neon pink that I like, somewhat a rose/fuchsia tone.

Don’t you love it when mail and packages arrive early? I do, and this oversized jacket/parka from @lazo_co arrived swiftly, and ahead of schedule, from Colorado to Los Angeles (the package was mailed out on Saturday, and arrived on a Tuesday). I liked the bright colors and lightweight material, and it’ll do well for me on days when it rains. It’s the first of three items that I ordered, over the weekend. Check out Hana Z’s store on Poshmark for tons of other cool athleisure fashion finds for men and women at great prices. I found some more bright-colored golf shorts that I like, at a glance.

The sea foam green golf shorts caught my attention.

I love the aqua blue turquoise color of this pair of golf shorts. 

In the days to follow:

The next day, I received my second jacket that I ordered off of Poshmark. This one was the first that I ordered, as it features the shade of pink that I was seeking, along with a giant Nike Swoosh logo, across the chest, in red, with the bottom portion in orange, to contrast. There were some things that I hadn’t considered, in ordering off of Poshmark, such as Chinese counterfeit Nike gear, which, I believe, this piece is, and it says “Made in China,” on the tags, yet it features YKK zippers, and there’s no mesh lining to the jacket, which I’ve known Nike to do. It ends up being a little bit messy, when wearing it, during the summertime, when I’ll be sweating a lot, since the jacket is 100% polyester. It wasn’t labeled as a Windrunner, just a windbreaker, but I still expected the same quality I’d known before, in their other jackets. 

The Nikelab windbreaker I purchased. 

I like the colors on this piece. 

The next day, my third piece arrived. It’s a sweater, and I bought it with cooler weather in mind, or nighttime outings, during warmer months. It features colorful sleeves and flanks that go with my shoes; that was the attraction to this piece. 

This sweater seems like it’s vintage, with old school fonts on the tags. 

I deposited some more money in to my bank account, and I ended up buying the seafoam green shorts that I liked, as well as some shorts that matched the color on the bluer shorts that I also liked, since the original pair of shorts had gone missing. 

Vineyard Vines’ seafoam green golf shorts.

I got these shorts in a size smaller than I’d been wearing, because I’m planning on losing weight in the coming months. The Poshmark ad showed a ruler with the same waist size as my current normal size, so I trusted that they would fit. They’re a little snug, but they fit alright, and I got a compliment about the pastel colors of my outfit as soon as I left my place wearing these, right after I got them. I got a second compliment on another day, as well, and I’ve only had these shorts a few days. I really like the color on them, it matches nicely with my bright colored clothes.

A pigeon wearing my summer outfit.

Next, I revived one of my Covid-19 Pandemic-era favorites, the mint green Windrunner, just like I’d purchased from Nordstrom, back then, for $100. I wore the jacket all the time, so I have fond memories of it close to heart, when it came to reclaiming jackets for a haul. It took some searching to find and discern that this color is the same one as the original Windrunner that I’d purchased, and, as it turns out, a photo of the jacket requires some image adjustment to obtain the true coloration of the jacket, digitally. On Poshmark, I was able to get a discount off of the original department store price, and I paid $82, after tax and shipping. Although there’s plenty of Windrunner jackets, of varying designs out there, I was glad, in this case, to get a brand new one just like the one I’d had before, for sentimental value, as it was a mainstay of my wardrobe, several years ago.

My original color Windrunner jacket. Here, it’s new with tags, so I get to live out all of the adventure all over again, from the beginning. 

(Recent) original and authentic Nike Windrunner jackets will feature this tag on the inner body of the jacket.

I got another Windrunner, also. This one, I got as a bargain deal for $20 on eBay, actually, but there are more floating around, out there, on various online marketplaces, still, if you’d like to emulate the look, on your own. 

The Nike AR2191-012 Windrunner Jacket. It hearkens back to a 1978 design vibe, apparently (I wasn’t around, then). 

It’s a challenge to find this one by description; you’d need the series and make number in order to get good search results on it, and there are several other same make and series jackets available online, if you want to copy the look.

This one is probably my most favorite, out of the windbreaker jackets that I purchased. It goes well with my outfits, and I got more than one compliment on the jacket, the first time I wore it out. It’s definitely an eye catcher, and it’s stylish and a bit funky, with its bright colorblock patch design and choice of color palette. It’s good for wearing neon colors with it, if you’re in to that.

Meet Swifty, iPigeon.institute’s latest rescue (not a pigeon).

Today, as I was walking in downtown LA, I had stopped on the sidewalk to do something (I forget what it was), and as I was finishing up, I looked down in front of me, and I saw a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. I wasn’t sure if it was alive, or not, so I nudged it, and it spread its wings, to regain its balance. I was excited to find it was alive, and I picked the baby bird up, and continued along my way. 

At first, I thought that the baby was a falcon, since it had a sharp beak and sharp claws that dug in to my fingers, as I held it, and I felt a bit of trepidation about what I was doing - saving a future predator of pigeons, but, I figured, it’s a baby, and I’ll take care of it anyways, since I like caring for birds. 

Swifty, as I first found him.

Once I got home, I was eager to find out what falcon babies looked like, if they looked like this bird, or not, and then I asked ChatGPT about the bird, with a photo upload included in the query. 

Asking ChatGPT about the baby bird I found. 

At first, funnily enough, ChatGPT thought that the bird was a baby pigeon, but I pressed on, in asking it again, with a different photo, since the bird is obviously not a pigeon. This time, the photo was clearer on the features of the head of the bird, and ChatGPT identified it as a swift, not a predator, but an insectivore, meaning that it only eats insects. 

I spent some time learning about swifts, and how to feed them, which was my primary interest with the bird, since, at this stage, the baby is still fluffy with fuzz and pin feathers, and it cannot feed itself. Swifts are very interesting birds, in that they are capable of flying for up to 10 months at a time, nonstop. They are purported to be resolutely destined for the wild, where they spend most of their time in flight, catching insects, for food. Google’s AI-assisted search says that Chimney Swifts breed in North America and migrate to the Amazon basin. What an exciting life!

Swifty, up close, on his first day here.

Now that Swifty had gotten some water in him, he’s brighter-eyed, and more active. He’s an adventurous one, at times, and he climbed out of a shallow bowl and blanket that I had placed him in, earlier, to explore his surroundings a bit. Perhaps it was his adventurous spirit that got him grounded, whereupon I found him on the sidewalk, although there was a loop of string around his foot, possibly from the nest. The string wasn’t tight around him, though, and I removed it, once I found out it was a string - it looked like dusty debris, at first. It’ll be an interesting few weeks, or so, with Swifty, hopefully (I purchased food for him that’s coming tomorrow morning). He isn’t making gestures, yet, of being hungry, although he would obviously be hungry. Perhaps, after a good night’s rest, he’ll wake up with a hearty appetite. He did make some screeching noises, earlier, so I could tell that his condition is improving, over time, even though he hadn’t eaten since at least this afternoon, when I found him. 

Swifty fan art.

Update: The next day.

Swifty spent the night in a comfortable box, and we spent some time together in the morning and during the day, but he never accepted food or water from me, nor did he make any indications that he was hungry, which he obviously would be, after a day. I went online to seek advice, and I ended up texting the Pasadena Humane Society (they have a wildlife hotline, and they prefer texts, for photo references). The helpline agent got back to me, after several minutes, and asked to see a video of the bird, so that they could assess the bird’s fledging (feathered, and ready to start flying) status, so I sent a video over. The agent advised me that the bird would still possibly be looked after by its parents, even though it fell from the nest, so I should return the bird to the place where I found it. I hadn’t really considered that concept, because I thought that it was a hopeless thing, that the bird was helpless and flightless, on the ground, out of its nest, and the rebellious side of me was somewhat averse to returning the bird, but then, I considered the alternatives, and since the bird wasn’t displaying any signs of hunger yet, I felt that it would be unlikely that it would end up accepting food or water from me, at all, and that it would starve. 

Saying goodbye to Swifty, for today. I’ll come and check on the box tomorrow.

Little wings!

I took Swifty’s box, and prepared it for hanging up at the location I found him at, and I put a note on the box not to touch it, because the parents might return for the baby bird. It’s somewhat like a chimney, I figure, so maybe it’s familiar to the birds. I hung up the box on a pole, with some tape, and I said goodbye, for now. Hopefully the box will still be there tomorrow, and perhaps for longer, until Swifty learns to fly, after reuniting with his parents. I’ll come back and check on him on subsequent days.

Update: 10:30 p.m.: I got the notion in me, at this time, that Swifty would be cold, spending the night outside, and plus, it’s almost July 4th, and there’s people setting off fireworks all around. He could get scared. So I went back to the box’s location, but the box was no longer there, by now. I wonder what happened to him. I think it would have been cool Swifty’s parents really did come back for him and raise him up until he could fly, from his place in the box.

Goodbye, Swifty, and good luck!