The iPigeon cool public mobile charging spots of greater and Metro Los Angeles, California, USA.

From jay.ammon@iPigeon.institute's Google My Maps custom map compilations:

Web link: cool iPigeon free public charging spots of Metro and greater Los Angeles

Wouldn’t it be cool, if it was like Christmastime all year-round, in terms of being capable of plugging in, while venturing around Los Angeles, CA? In some spots, that is the case. Here in this blog, I’m seeking to cover these public and outdoor electricity plug-in offerings, as I set out in reclaiming my life by enjoying more of life on my mobile devices, free from the constraints and hard times that I encounter as a housed person. 

There’s room for a few more people to set out and enjoy these types of endowments for the public; it’s a great way to clear the mind, establish a more objective basis in life, and to enjoy and appreciate what greater Los Angeles has to offer its residents.

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Check out the Google Web App implementation of what was | is the legacy Play Store App known as My Maps, which is also similarly covered in Google Local Guides local lists, yet I'm not quite sure that the latest Google Maps platform is the way in which this information might reach the requisite user base. It's a bit of a token wish-list of undefinable coding cloud compute parameters, of "stuff that" ... well, hopefully, over time, there'll be a well-enough word-of-mouth or a cloud compute user token trigger established; something along those lines. I am the guy working at it, with well-enough intentions. I must say that I don't personally know the person who would offer better, with no strings attached, for the sake of the particularly slighted acute personal crisis breakout demographic, of perhaps having been discriminated against, bullied, or inappropriately targeted, or unwell amongst crowds, or "something neurotic," I suppose. 

The web app implementation interface covers only two locations off of the Gold Line, yet I'll be covering leads at seasonal homeless shelters, acquiring information, and re-establishing the autonomy of the well-connected subsidized phone subscriber persona | identity - the one who had not traded the phone outright for money for personal [essential] or questionable needs, although I have been that desperate myself, at times, I must say. That's a whole other non-issue to have become needful in being established, perhaps, if I'm to take in inventory about everything that passes through my I/O periphery, of as much of the day as I could make of it, whereas sometimes I just don't understand that people are doing this n' that... I had no idea... Pretty cool, ... cool stuff. 

Alright. That's the latest; I'll keep this as one of the centric hub links for establishing various persona marketing potential mates or marketable lifestyles of tech of the enterprising homelessness "thing," of the overarching slake of how life happens to be, not only for myself, but largely because I don't quite understand some things that are told to me, despite appearances of accommodation, otherwise, which would typically leverage over in to the "notably strange" sorts of happenstance resonance tech-advanced-lifestyle blogging and research aspirations, device-mobile, people stealing my devices, sort of thing, and it's pretty confusing, or it's a Buddha's attainment of some 40% American demographic of affinity, a couple | several years ago, according to Pew Research Foundation, of which I'll pull up the link, just momentarily. 

Okay. I had discovered the publication article, in question, on Facebook, memorably, and the date, at that time, was perhaps no later than 2013. This article, which was preceded by much well-received facets of popular culture burgeoned by a rapid expanse of the interest in personal and home luxury, as well as in essential oils and organics boom culture, of that Whole Foods had been touted as the largest grocer in America, with it's affinity and branding model basis in finery and artisan food, health, beauty, nutrition, and sustainability, not to mention animal rights and wellness facets of their corporate model. 

Yoga pants - the ass-blogging photoblog site offshoots of People of Wal-mart « pre-ish » meme-official entity rights establishment, of that "we" or many of us, of a suitably unprofessional non-development culture had slade'd through youthful adulthood now, and then now was going on, like, all the time. At times, believably, we had had chosen those sorts of media outlets, they were "poppin' pussy" popular, and then, perhaps, sick fascination with the grotesque led to real-trauma medical photography-type stuff, and now | then, people simply block out negative experiences, and prefer that better things would befall them, unsuitably professionally so, of an irony, somewhat suggestive of a Freudian child-life "style" « something, » perhaps. Some people would know, and I've gotten some off-basis "Jewish flack" connotations lobbed at me, quite notably so, of an abnormal psychology establishment, of some other establishment which had got turned to confessionals, etc. "stuff." Which I do, personally, just because it's compellingly (well, okay), I have to admit, I was raised quite mostly appropriately. 

The stories of others have yet to establish a contextual text-literacy basis of caring enough to twiddle fingers in to words, such as garbage blog basis that commonly comes to pass, yet somewhat as well, somewhat not quite - if it just didn't, and such n' such, Jewish thing? I didn't really have any idea about it, still somewhat unclear, on my end. Maybe it's not even me, not even knowing about it, but I definitely didn't know about, personally. That's how secretive some of these abnormal psychologies developed, in such commonly textbook suitable nurturing environments. 

I wouldbt, though, and I just didn't. Stuff. Garbage, though, I can get by on garbage, well enough. This isn't really that type of blog, though, but it is open public forum for perusal, as a minimum. I do maintain that I establish as linearly cohesive and development models of breakouts in intelligence formatting, and it tends to nothing, really, ... but non-content stuff sometimes slips the fweef, of supposing I'd just fweef and hang out with people like that. 

"Who wouldn't?" 

On one hand. 

Although - I do get tested for memory role-modeling, and for bash shell-scripting Unix commands, for unpacking and deployment of completely suitable admin resources and libs, if necessary, simply... sometimes just imaginably so. But for the factuality of that it doesn't get done on my end, it also tends to somehow become a problem of other other people, of irrelevant issues, according to the strengths I could be using. All garbage, to speak of. But garbage, I run on, and I find it pretty suitable, in fact. Most typically. 

I dunno, ... what other people do. I like good-looking people, though. Other people, this n' that, yip-yappin', and through speaking on these subjects, I somewhat refrain from caring well-enough for myself. I end up a bum. People assume it's a bum, off hand. It's doing some persona marketing thing of a critter sweater, most currently-status-bum. Searchable bum? Bum-searchable, latest thing, though. I could ... check on the checkin' status of "just maybe" stuff, but if it wasn't suitable for even garbage bum blogging regalia dissemination, it most commonly got a fix up of some attention to it, ... Something like that. Stuff just wasn't getting done, quite properly well enough, on my end, as what the issue ended up being.

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Alright. A guy came up and started talking to me. He's pretty normal. He gave me a Men's Fitness magazine. Pretty cool stuff. I have to admit, though, that the oppositional | avoidant characteristics of glossing over some of the identities behind what ended up being garbage blogging, back there, a bit, significantly threw me off, about something that was a topic to blog about. 

Okay. It was the same blog, somehow. The My Maps blog. 

Update to the "Normal Guy" thing.

Update: June 28th, 2022: Flintridge | Foothill Gelson’s Market

Ask iPigeon.institute: why do my genitals smell like I’m dirty from out of nowhere, lately?

 I’ve been experiencing this phenomenon going on years, at this point, albeit in intervals. The experience of having this sort of debacle befall one’s self is a traumatic and humiliating one, to be certain, because most of us take care to keep ourselves clean. So why does this sort of thing happen? It would nearly seem as though we had somehow had a lapse in consciousness, where somebody had molested us, intentionally wiping their body odor on us, whereas we may have become aware of this; for me, for living out on the streets - it becomes a questionable occurrence, as well: then I clean myself, and it ends up happening all over again, whereas only a short time had passed, and there had been no established belief of that I had had a lapse in consciousness, or a strange encounter. Is it epilepsy? How could the continuity of time have been so seamlessly thwarted? It would, on the surface level, imply that there is a state of warfare, here in The Militarized Zone of DTLA and surrounding localities, of an unimaginable cost. There may be this sort of unspoken, ongoing strife and expenses wrought upon society, from where we stand, and stay, here, while intimations of “perhaps” truths are lobbed at us, some of them, an attempt to evince belief, others, to challenge us, of our beliefs, and some things that seem beyond belief. 

So, what is the truth? 

On some level, it’s important to simply just not freak out. Just recognize, or look it up: we do live in The Militarized Zone here. I didn’t know it until I started studying for my A+ certification, and I got the big book, for my studies. It seemed a somewhat aside note, yet somehow conceded, here, in this premise, for the techies. For the tech guys to understand. To gloat over it, or to disavow it would suppose that they’d been lying in this book of standard literature that many of us (perhaps mostly guys, this being the tech field and industry) had studied. I never went through with taking the test and certifying, but this inclusion of information was a preeminent and formative small facet of truth that was imbued in to my life. 

To continue, upon “not freaking out,” it simply “makes sense” that we’re here, by our own choice and volition, and many of us had been indulging in the vice industries, here. On some level, it’s somewhat “allowed;” even included, in the list of startup business licenses that are available out here, in the city of Los Angeles (at some point, perhaps I’ll come across this moment, once again, in my own startups pursuits, and I’ll include the link; I feel that it would be a bit of an arcane lore thing to rediscover, and cite, at this point in time. At least the article will have been written, already, though). 

The perhaps more sensible truth, that I’ll offer, being that casual remote sensing acquaintanceships and “portrayals,” I’ll say, are common - particularly for a guy like me, who tries to appear fetching and attractive. For example, an attractive young lady, about my age, or so, passed by me, as I was bummed out on the ground, earlier today. She was walking her dog. The supposition that I’d been attracted to her was gleaned, via intelligence, observing all of my interactions, feelings, thoughts, and emotions, all the time. Just maybe, she was attracted to me, as well. I personally choose to tread carefully, on this sort of context, since I know that I’m a bum. So how does this sort of thing happen? Is she a prostitute, smelling her day’s partner, and it becomes transmutable upon my own personage, for that a compellingly charming flirtation episode unraveled itself, as though she knew that I’m the pigeon-feeding bum? What did she really feel? was one of the suggestions lobbed at me. She was sociably a superior to me, as many women of this sort are: they get at the truth of sociability, in regards to many types of guys, and of girls who are like them, who live out this sort of prostitution-based lifestyle. 

Or am I being stalked by guys who are upset that they’re outside, and there’s a handsomer bum out here, being a narcissist, and they somehow command this capability? I certainly doubt that I had an unbeknownst (and, for that matter), commonplace sort of genitalia-smell exchange sort of sicko molestation sort of quick encounter, of a reputation that I don’t know about, happening to me. That would seem to imply an inordinate demand upon people of a type of cost and primacy basis, of being somewhere at a timely-enough jaunt, such to render me a more humble and hapless man, whereas I don’t really deserve that sort of outcome, in life. Sure, I had once (only once, though), been an ass-grabber, and I’d “somewhat” molested women, and all of these sorts of events were, in fact, consensual activities, and I was just a guy who’d been brought up, in part, of a detrimental nature, to have given me this sort of psychotic abandon and sense of entitlement of inappropriateness. So I did this sort of thing, many years ago, back in my youth. I don’t talk much to guys, so I don’t really know how prevalent this agreement of seeking and discovering a prostitute, for patronage, actually happens. Much of what I hear is conjecture, simply put.

I just feed the sparrows. I won’t deny that resonance warfare tactics exist, and I also wouldn’t quite suppose that people “don’t” commonly hear voices in their head, and I’d somewhat believe that people do establish face to f1ce relationships, perhaps sometimes, only, based on positive affirmations and positive conditioning that occurs, as a consequence of having been coddled, by what amounts to a support mechanism, of the intelligence community, that transpires, whereas I feel that the excuse is that we’re shy around each other, and perhaps not ready to really take the plunge, whereas more bold men, better for it, for a moment, or for a more long-term outset about things, are the ones who gain inroads in to establishing romantic relationships at this point in time, and so far. I feel that it’s well enough if I get people to acknowledge me and smile, perhaps, and it boosts my self esteem a little, when that happens. A truly serendipitous occasion, or opportunity, is a much more rare thing, although it more typically winds up in producing a long-term relationship, more fruitfully, and surely so, whereas I can imagine that it’s difficult to convince someone to not continue forth in life, as a prostitute. It’s awrr rawr rough and tough, not being a prostitute, I imagine. 

Some scraped intelligence, from Apple Search, to feed contexts and discovery in to Google Search.

 Is crypto literally simply founded upon illicit drug use and gang affiliations? - as the commonly, albeit slight, popular belief of the masses, had come to the fore? 

Who hadn’t slighted that belief, for staying up on news feeds during the pandemic, etc.? Who hadn’t experienced some sort of detriment, as a result of gang affiliated individuals collectivizing, gathering, creeping, and targeting victims? It’s been a quite blatant context of unknown extents, in my life; partially apparently due to the inclusion of heroin in to the personas - granted, I’m not completely immune from prosecution here, as a regular methamphetamine user, but I am trying to clamp down this notion of drug abstinence, and solace; of contentment in my standard self. I’ve been seeking ways in which I can instill practices, and disciplined formative traits in myself, in rebuilding a resilient and immune identity, where feigned disbelief intersects with the truth, for how much the remote-sensing quadrants operators and engineers could, or might, imbue me with some higher power that exists, out of a more or less faulty persona that could aught be supposed of a drug-abusing individual, for that these things are deemed to be unlawful. (I had a slight notion of starting beyond, at “albeit,” in this moment). 

A picture gleaned upon Apple’s Search processes suggests a dark intimation of what construes a highly popularized and centrifugal financial behemoth, given cryptocurrency’s moment in the spotlight, for having been novel, whereas now, the details are under federal government scrutiny and international regulations, constraints, and rebuke, of various issues at context, given cryptocurrency.

These sorts of Nijinsky are scarcely so autocorrected, contextually deeply-dug, such as “I doo-doo,” the claim. Who could remember, beyond the novelty? 

Ah, Nijinsky. Had I not even known - is what’s had had had happened - trying to regain traction, here. These autocorrect things, these days, with the introduction of “actual” improvements, bearing upon contextual intelligences, of machine learning, and of artificial intelligence - Apple and Google both, as big tech awrr rawr rawr rough and tough contenders to the popular titles of achievement and progress upon linguistic and visual perceptual GANs (Generative Adversarial Networks), and ooo… I had a dedicated and obsessive adversary, whereas I was more intent, on the keyboard, upon a “ab” (awkward, but that’s how I projected, in vivo, the sentence ought to be composed, d hoc, and improvisatorily, of an organic discovery and discernment upon the topic, thereof, and for that matter. 

Remembering? Well, that’s a bit tough, when I’m me, of the standards that I’d imposed upon others, whereas I’m a skilled typist, on mobile, and these autocorrect things… fwoppin’ bwopp? Priceless…?! et cie novelty-minded crumbs and knickknacks, of the minded-so aught of, thereupon, of outpacing this detriment - we have the written accord, of the textual nature, and composition’s … umm… there’s some legal term for this sort of dispatch. Not quite disposition, or exposition, butt shittle? … “even better,” it had once come to pass, upon the notion of cruising, at issue, of a legal matter… 

With that sort of GAN at formative construct, in nature, we could just opt to rebuild life, from the bitsies, and the pieces, of what had transpired, of on piss? Muah. 

Just maybe. 

But okay. That was an example of a Generative Adversarial Network, I’d suppose, and it just popped up, out of convenience. I’m the gritty-enough (un-)editorial drafts-type and typist to render that rawr awrr rough and tough little bitsies, crumbs, and knickknacks, fweef! 

And now, who could remember anything, once again? What matters? Who cares? All things had been taken care of, here, butt shittle? It’s all taken care of, here, already. 

Alright. The latest topic is that a man encountered me, the other day; a guy of a common; a more common sort, that I am, I’ll just be upfront about it - at least, of what he presented to me, but at least (once again - the GAN context impetuous underlying developing purpose at stake, of becoming less relevant, here) - at least he had artistic aspirations and offerings about himself. That was decent, I could say. What he said, though, of a different establishment, of the acquaintanceship, was that “it’s easy to hurt people.” Disregarding all else, that was an offensive superficial thing to flout, I felt. Bringing it to the current moment, I’m reminded of that I feed the pigeons, and the sparrows, and I try to sustain life, of these birds, out in the urban wild, as it were. These blogs are supposed to sustain the purpose and prescience of the guy who does that (me), and I happen to be the guy who does that, as me. I’m pinioned, as a guy who thinks of himself, to an unexpected extent, I suppose, and I guess that that makes me one who disregards people. I just feel like it’s appropriate. I did it to the guy, at one point, because he was flouting a certain type of inflection and intimation upon me, of which I find useless and condescending, whereas I had this slight pigeons and friends home art exhibition thing that I use as my sociable ladder, to climb in to casual civic “bed,” as it were, as for someone opening up to a notion of really getting to know me - the birds, the feeding, the art, the blogs, etc. 

Possibly, however, “the guy” has some of that sort of trait to him, in and of his own right, it’s just that I was a bit put off by his casual nature. It’s like, doo-doo comes first, then nobody can remember anything anymore. 

Ha.  

I couldn’t even… I just imagine that likewise, nobody else could, except that sometimes, I have this backing of a transcript dictaphoneur specialties-professionalism, in “somebody’s” higher authority stance, over me, whereas I experience problems, commonly, for enjoying myself, for example, on, like, a work day, and work day hours, for that matter, whereas I try to uphold a definition and reputation of a standard-classed man, for the people, and I let off flouted bitsies of the truth, in my admissions about stuff that I’d otherwise be known to do. 

The point, beyond all else, however, is a bit simple, of a premise. It’s about personal freedoms, somewhat, and it’s somewhat about boundaries. Now, given, I was wearing women’s balloon pants, and a poncho, and I looked a bit uncommon, as for myself. I don’t know what it was, I suppose. Maybe it was the smoking. The smoking in the household thing. I didn’t partake, because it was a pookie (a blown glass pipe used for smoking crystalline or resinous [oils] substances) - I’ve got no taste for that. Maybe that’s the non-pareil of establishment, here, supposing that people think, whatsoever. 

Alright, that was French, I’ll admit. Butt shittle? Not all that much for the better, as it turns out. But I did pull out a Nijinsky, and who could refrain from researching that thread of intelligentsia bitsies… 

*~<°^•>=/* just imagine, though, Nijinsky. Some people know Nijinsky like we were brought up on Lé Coqué-tard. Russian imperial, versus French modernism ex imaginative fwopp-lore. 

I suppose that, in the end, I’m just trying to find my suitable place, in the aesthetic of suitable geometries or placement in serendipity, amongst others, and I didn’t even watch the movie. I don’t, no. I doo-doo. I don’t quite understand… butt shittle? Some people just don’t read my shit, is what’s (I guess), the issue, whereas it’s so seemingly awfully compelling to the lower mindsets of individuals, and of responsibility. 

 

Lately, my Facebook News Feed is a Glorious Cash Cow, of Menial Effort Required.

 The thought of it is obviously compelling - easy cash, for doing “most-simplistic” sorts of tasks, completing surveys, questionnaires, mystery shopping, etc. 

But how does one discover, or happen upon, this sort of chance deal and offer, in one’s own news feed, etc.? 

As I’d noted, in prior blogs, or on my social media newsfeed outputs, themselves, (for me, that would be mostly on my Facebook or one of my various Twitter (okay, mostly - I have 2 Twitter accounts): the point is, is that sometimes, I try to list out, and reiterate - some sort of moralistic aptitude, of life’s fated time-in-passing’s “lore,” as it were, …

Actually, as I hear people whackin’ and smackin’ shit, out over in the background. 

Brian Laundrie just got fwopped bwopp out somewhere, over on the news… “Hey? Huh…?” 

Then, there’s the “try: to remember;” thing - what was it. What is it? The response? 

For how do-doo I did people, out here, out in this implode-cell of lavish indulgence and ego? I did people do-doo. 

Some anecdotal folklore and conjecture in regards to some positions I took on my OANDA fxTrade accounts this morning.

 This morning was a neck-crackin’ morning for me. Thankfully, I could crack my neck, thanks to the ionic and humic | fulvic mineral supplementation regimen that I’d been taking. 

On this instance, I was playing around on forex on my apps on my iPad Pro and my Google Pixel 4a 5G devices. Last time I delved in to investing, it was on a real money account, and I ended up losing $15, out of an initial investment of $100. This time, I started out with a practice account, which allowed me $100,000 practice money, and I just now depleted it to around $94,800 or so. Then I got an unemployment insurance and pandemic unemployment award payment in, so I put in $250 in to an actual USD account again, and I went shopping on Amazon. 

The other day, I got a kettlebell, amongst other things, at Target. I wanted it for strength development and for specialty postural and gestural movement exercises, for my public relations stuff, (so I look good, when I go out), and I felt that it would be one more cog in the wheel of a better overall wellness and sustainable me. As it turns out, the kettlebell postures enabled, with even a single weight, are very conducive to helping the joints and spine crack. (One weight is recommended, for starters. Two is unnecessary). 

Anyways, that’s the backdrop, leading up to this morning. I could use some alternative activities in my days, so I chose strength training and charity gloves sewing, as my projects. I figure that people can appreciate a nice and timely pair of gloves. I chose acrylic as the fabric, and a $200 sewing machine that has 200 stitching patterns, or something like that. 

Then, with the forex trading stuff developing as one of my other alternative activities, I encountered a well-occupied world, in and of itself, with traders and theorists on the subject much more authoritative on the subject, compared to myself, and my experience. I felt like it was a serendipitous place to have stepped in to, and there was a well-heeled peanut gallery, as well, jeering me on, and feeding me misinformation, for my amateur and speculative entry back in to the world of online foreign currency exchanges. 

There was much to do, about these trades, and my positions on them. On one hand, I had covered, in my previous blog, my possible and potential basis for my trading positions buy-ins and sell-outs, per se, that I might be doing. On another hand, there’s people reading and summoning up my “thoughts,” as it were, and those individuals are highly knowledgeable. Then there’s my parents, and some celebrity cameos seemed to pop in, over the course of the other night, as well as this morning, and I’m sure I just didn’t quite realize who some of the speaker and commentary  figures were, though they would ostensibly be popular, as well, within their own rights, amongst the news media-watching crowds. 

Which brings one of the issues at topic up, for discussion: that being that I don’t watch news media; I just watch porn. (A dog barks, in the background.’’ <_<). I called it hibachi, one time, and it stuck. The context of relevance, at hand, here, though, was that I was speculating on my practice account, and the USD / JPY currency pair was going down, hard. Maybe even at this point, I’m misunderstanding the implications at hand. I’m largely trading by semiotics, and of something that may have been known as classical analytical technique, in trading nomenclature (something like that). You know, like the books that would have been written on the subject (for people who would have read the books, or the articles; and I did, just a bit, though). They were written, I’m sure, and I did read them, but just a bit. 

Anyhow, the international currency exchange experts, economists, theorists, peanut gallery, public figures, my parents, my peers, etc., as audience, were well engaged upon the spectacle supposed of, on myself, as well as others, that some of us would take interest in forex trading, for having the article written out, about it (which I wrote and publicized, on Twitter; it got more than average readership, over the course of a few days, or so). The issue of hibachi, standing as a cultural sleight, on my part, was brought up as of issue, of that I would attempt to analyze trading and market trends and buy and sell to my advantage, given my own personal expertise; yay, in this case, I’d have to admit that I don’t read much news about the Japanese, although I’m sure that they’re quite proficient and relevant in microchip and circuit board development and production, and they play a significant role in the tech industry, at large. 

Anyhow, cultural sleights, jeers, misinformation, and some good advice, and all, and it makes for a quite engaging and dramatic outlay of a sleepless early morning, where we were playing the global foreign currency exchange markets (perhaps), as an adjunct hobby, or “looking in to it,” as a profession, or something. I was playing the learning game. Learning by doing, practicing via what I know about cultures and currency, time zones, perhaps, and my own stake in things, be they that they are, as such. I’m not the most educated, but I did have a winning stake, in forex trading, of perhaps a lucky streak, or “something,” … it was money, after all, in my practice account. I’m not quite sure what I did, or saw hat it was, per se, but it was definitely a win, after I had slept on it. 

Anyhow, now, it’s being stated (it had, that it had been stated, as such) that I am currently playing the “extents” role, in streak gains and losses roles between currency pairs, for playing the day trader role. On one hand, I’m not being too adventurous, and on another hand, I have a particular certain cultural background, and perhaps an affinity towards working with certain currency pairs, for their international culture and economy, each unto their own, that I am familiar, more or less, with. Part of it is that I’m not all that familiar with things, and I’m accepting, or “taking in” conjecture, as “whatever…” I hear it. They know they can reach me, and it’s a big “they” versus my camp. 

The great thing about this amateur cottage industry economy gig job (of forex trading) is that we can take it anywhere, and who knows just how much our “otherwise” online identities play in to these things? I’m a content publisher, with some outreach in to advertising agencies and companies that advertise with Google AdSense, and I have (potentially) all sorts of “extents” in to intelligence, and commodities, of ad marketing potential and user identity “stuff,” that just might make a difference, and for my readership, potentially, as well. I’ve noticed those sorts of things. 

Anyways, the deb1cle became about how I was upholding my standard and stake in the trading world, with”hibachi” being common and known, about me, and how I might make reparations for that sort of sleight, while perusing the various currency pairs, some of whom I’d not known very much about, save for “sleights,” somewhat, it was supposed at one point, that people would commonly have, of themselves, for being consumers of this media frenzy pop culture “thing,” that we live in | through, being Los Angeles people, largely (of my peers and such and such… I’m beginning to lose track of who’s who. But I’m definitely me, though, and my parents did raise me. They didn’t raise others who happen to “still” seem offensive to me, and towards my family, as former peers [it’s an ongoing and known issue]), …

I don’t know. I dunno… maybe… well, nevermind. Was it you? Or was it me? Or something like that. I’m going to go and do stuff on my devices, now. 

From my materials research findings: pigeonite. (from Wikipedia).

This notion reminds me of my "ceiling pigeons" motif, of when I left the door open, and left to camp out, for court, at my old Section 8 apartment off of Broadway (the original iPigeon.institute slight home exhibition).

The ceiling in my bathroom had caved in and crumbled, due to significant dampness that had built up, undoubtedly from some transient who had occupied my place for a good time, in the bathroom. I could see the rafters, and there were pigeon-ish crumbles and pigeon icon "bamms" of the drywall pieces, and I spotted some nuclear echo pigeon interlopers, up there, in the ceiling, peeking down at me. I caught it on video, as well, but this is the line art ink brush version.

How I created a Pinterest Pincode logo QR [circular] for Google Image Search and brand marketing resource +1.

Pinterest has been a significant deliverer of trending organic web traffic hits to my Pins (rebloggéd content).   

I blogged a self-fashioned Aztec QR Code, created by Barcode Generator, from the Google Play Store, on to Pinterest.

Although, upon supposing I could describe it any better than the initial delivery of the surprise, and working at my WebApp development aspirations on the GitHub API end of things, whereas the previous work shift was largely focused on Google Cloud Platform and Firebase implementation online intermediary supportive back-end web development and [digital] paperwork, catching up on bills, etc., after spending several hard-earned days of recyclables-collecting out at the beach and at | in Mid-City.

Anyways, just check out Pinterest for yourself, if you haven't.  It's a great platform for discovering cool stuff!

Here's my post.

https://pin.it/6gknKP7

The iPigeon.institute folklore of сдит Бебе рубеои

сдит Бебе рубеои was a memorable facet of the original iPigeon.institute slight home museum exhibition.

Here, we see сдит Бебе рубеои's original sketch in tattered fade, due to discoloration from the museum's flooding. 

сдит Бебе рубеои was founded by works of technical analysis and rendering on wool canvas (missing photo). The bird itself was a lame bird; it fell from a nest underneath 18th St. bridge, underneath the 10 freeway, just outside of DTLA. He was very tame, and I was sad to see him go, although he surely got a good home at the Pasadena Humane Society. 

I do pigeons du jour.

Some predating corroboration that others had found their iDevice, given pigeons, comparatively a fond marriage of affections. (a reblog from Digiday)

Source:

https://digiday.com/marketing/sent-ipigeon-best-agency-email-signatures/

Given that I happened upon (was well-paired, of personal traits, in affinities, thereof [of]), the branding establishment of “iPigeon” that was effected, of my personal happenstance, in seeking a blog publishing domain, for the sake of various developments to be worked out, and worked at, over the formative underlying basis of that the ideas would have website domain statistics and analytics to be measured, of viable popular themes of imaginative endeavor, or of intellectual foundations of new research, through public offering of these ideas and aspirations in article form, I was confronted, upon enthusiasm for happening upon custom domains under the oversight entity of Google’s stability in reputable product delivery of their commonly used applications and services - with coming to terms of that there was a first-off, prior establishment of such similarly organic originality in conceptual branding that had been established of the .com of the iPigeon brand company title; yet the variant flexibility in marketable branding persona was still rich, for the sake of many dozens of viable enterprise pursuits of a disparity contrast of respectable space, such that these contexts would not conceivably violate common ground, and enterprise, given expectations of soundness in decency and competitive ethics. 

Given that, I stalked my branding identity, the other night, and I happened upon another predating occurrence of the origin sightings of the digital iPigeon creature having sprung into existence, on some other Apple mobile device aficionado’s contingently particular quirk of that the individual was obviously fond of birds, on a personal level, as well.

After hearing an account of how my mother is being abused by men, back home, I do a night on mobile; vast usury inquest style, then I...

... end up okay, somehow, in the end (somewhat; just a bit slight recursively inclusion thing), I mean...

Okay,

so an image of Natalie Portman somehow comes to me, and I’d had such longing fondness of her, for her beauty, and then - 

... etc. more fan basis of commentary on the link up above, going to my Pinterest account, which I hadn’t really nurtured, for a good long time, yet I’d never... well, just go and visit the link! You’ll see my comment at | on the event.

    ... a good Pinterest scroll-through of pics of her [gorgeous], on a newly re-charged and newly outfitted data plan on my SafeLink California Lifeline account - a great fixie deal at $5.78 plus tax for 4 GB of data being my browsing basis, here in mobile-browsing and home-cleaning world of South Los Angeles... I felt like I ought to blog it. 

and I exit out from my slight excursion from mobile app and web development studies - today it was (topically) - Android development on ARM and Intel platforms; the Codename Zygote Project management basis of Intel’s rich suite of offerings, and the literature - on the Google Play Book Store, a rich and compellingly interesting-enough 501-page look into the small-world, thereof. A real page-turner.

The Symbiosis of Quantum-Timed Conversations

I've been noticing that Quanta-style programming novelties work their way in to my day(s) in various curious manners. 

"We are aware of every hiding spot that you have." A young hyphy guy says "alright" on the phone. He happened to be obviously paranoid after he passed by me. [I would have liked to photograph him, after I decided on pursuing this topic for today, yet I was acutely aware of and considerate towards his most-probable fears of being photographed by a stranger, particularly given the (or « no » ) circumstance}.

Here, in this article, I'll show (and update, periodically, with) some of the ingenious moments captured by me (it would seem... «_«), yet, ...

I see a police cruiser just after I pick up some stimulants in Skid Row. I hear "fuck!" [The last time that happened to me (someone yells "fuck!" around me), was last week, when I hopped the train fare for free (considerately, yet not in actuality, as it would be seen to have turned out as; per the situation as it transpired). I was arrested soon afterwards]. I didn't document this incident online, as of yet. This actually happened, this morning. I felt like it was a special morning, since I successfully picked up my iPad from Target LA Central, this morning. In fact, everything I write about (well, some of it is fanciful), is factual and true. I hope I don't get arrested again today for something foolish «_«.

 I, of course, would champion Google's publicated efforts, on that they had developed, as far as Quantum programming, or, (as well), the trending underlying technology keywords by which these computer science languages may be known; i.e. Machine Learning and Artificial Intelligence.

Google AI › teams › applied-science

Web results

Quantum – Google AI

Google AI Quantum is advancing quantum computing by developing ... and novel quantum algorithms to help researchers and developers solve near- term ...

I blow my nose (rudely, as a dual-snot rocket), at ROW DTLA, the other night, and I hear a young lady across the street say, "good morning;" ingeniously, I must say. 

Over time, I'll investigate on these matters and publish on user-friendly steps to take to establish Quantum-timing in your own life.

My current best advice is to always walk according to proper traffic-light timing, and always push the button, when it's available. It makes a difference. 

The bwippzies sideways-steppin' cockroach

... it sideways stepped its way into my life when I (inadvertently) kicked a hole in the wall, once upon an R.E.M. behavioral disorder episode of acting out.

The bwippzies sideways-steppin' cockroach won my favor over with the novelty of that it was sideways-steppin' its way in to my life, as a hole-in-the-wall (new one) creature.

From Google:

WebMD › Sleep Disorders › Guide

REM Sleep Behavior Disorder Causes - ...

Oct 14, 2017 · In a person with REM sleep behavior disorder (RBD), the paralysis that normally occurs during REM sleep is incomplete or absent, allowing the person to "act out" his or her dreams. RBD is characterized by the acting out of dreams that are vivid, intense, and violent.

iPigeonKit iOS Apple iTunes App Store offerings for iPad that work well in developing an advertiser marketing persona content producer iBeacon [or aurally Beacon-esque imaginative takes on a tech and lifestyle arrête kit confīte; plus some discourse on associated technologies and ad hoc development possibilities, based on experience] : localized {remote sensing} (listening; speaking: environmental awareness identity development best practices)

All top cute list stuff aside, some people establish less than corporatism standard effective discourse in doing such things.

The considerably unprecedented lean, though, merits being discoursed in considerate relevant form; here: it goes down in written word form.

The issue in context, and some merits to its discussion: 

There's this guy, amongst a variant typology establishment of some limited scope basis of men; commonly, in spoken word, I'd say something like "all sorts of guys," but I've told this story before, and no one really squats on doing a valid dis-service to the standard masculinity expectations of common and standard men of stereotypical imaginative takes of at least: just about most everyone I grew up with has these stereotypical underpinnings; perhaps nothing: yet one time I fancied I smelled my lean on the floorboards so lean that I smelled smoke and I thought it had happened: I leaned that AF jaunteded on some development scrum process that merited my full-on and all for it attention, yet obviously, I would not lean quite so much to the detriment of my ionic liquid minerals heraldries supplementation regimen: to jaunt standard stereotypical admirable bum persona takes on that I'm a bum, most commonly, and I never used to lean like this, I'm sure, but this time [just once], I leaned so hard on the floorboards while I was doing an ad hoc USC dumpster trash-diving year-end for student apartments move-out special take on what might have otherwise been a standard bum recyclables dumpster dive take on "it's summer, it's hot;" various distractions from that I was simply collecting recyclables and then, there were especially finery dumpster leave-outs: [obviously, people moved out for the school year and they were trashing stuff in the dumpsters]. 

I've noted the Chinese medications previously here on iPigeon.institute blog article publications, and my coconut composting efforts with ionic minerals. 

That being said, I've worked out some various marketing slew speakership iconic-bumtastic classic bum jaunt persona basis stylizations of some of bums' lifestyle personas finest " [«  »] " quotables bums I could muster, while being at least one who could live to burgeon the blog as article write-up on top iOS App Store purchases for the audio side of what merits Apple's significant works and achievements in development: CoreAudio and some related technologies of the iOS mobile device platform potential: here, in field work ethnography and self-anthropological studies that I've done; ostensibly, if I was about wasting time more than development and establishing basis of what all this means, I'd ostensibly already addressed all of these issues, and this being in social media format: obviously, the lean so unprecedentedly smells like smoke somehow - might, in some form of naivete as could possibly play out, simply be somebody's insider Folklore to pass me through the story of just one more, whereas I'd be establishing an unserious typology basis of Top Level Domain website development of a .institute Blogger site.

I did that once, perhaps just last week or so.

That being said, I seemed to at least potentially also un-mic'ed, ad hoc, and constituently disparaging my obvious better purpose of remembering and relating to a readership audience: a better and less-depraved anecdote of what merits an iBeacon ad marketing basis; 

I'd say I'm obviously capable of evincing intelligence through written discourse. The preceding paragraph structure is so obviously of note. I've discussed [these] typologies previously.

imaengine
SVG Unlimited
Adobe Draw
Creative Cloud
iColorama
Adobe Concept

Okay, actually, I looked over the list, as I was preparing to sort out the simply audio-visual constituent apps, and I saw that I'd have to address various aspects of many of these other apps to really speak on empowering a valid speakership voice and capability in an ad hoc, as-needed person of the merits I've spoken on, for this blog article series basis of Top App Store iOS listings for witting and willing buyer client basis sorts of the Apple iTunes online content store, for which there is a significantly distracted and much-less advantaged long-term app-usage valuation type for a content media producer typology attainment goal in life; I've spent considerable hours in looking into jailbreaking iOS devices, and it's obviously something that people like to do, or they fall suggestible to doing so, whereas this is simply a better life to live: as I'm writing about.

Google Drive
Hydra
Facebook
Twitter
Tumblr
AUM
AudioCopy
SoundCloud
Apple iOS Photos
iOS Accessibility
TweetRoot
Acoustic Picture Transmit
Virtual ANS
Euclid's Book of the Elements I + III
Pret a Template
Logotastic
Molecule Design
Fractals
Kaleidoscopic
Hyperspektiv
Virtual Room 3D AU Audio Unit
Domainr
Google Maps
Apple Maps
Ads and Analytics - YES! On! All of them okay!
Significant Locations
Adobe Captivate
Qleedo
Agile Tortoise - Phraseology
Meme-maker for iconic memes
Wells Fargo Bank
Wikipedia
Map Area Calculator
Arc-GIS
Ibru
Squeak!
Concentric
Gradient
Meta + Exif photos
Pro Shot + Perspective Fix
Cross DJ Pro
Licensed iTunes singles of your favicon songs! Perhaps futurebass mix 2 * and chill trap - YouTube for beats.

A stub abstract; moving, no, taking a step back, Early modern period Europe, so everything and they can fart right now too? Step back for the scrape up other Europeans of not to be even thought of as fart-plausible: the Scotsmen and Celtics. They raise a pigeon whistling notion as far as I make of it, as needs Wikipedia et al resource scraping, and aficionados to dedicate a tête-à-tête carnival juggling whistles etc.

Scottish / Celtic Culture

Abstracts

Every 5 years, we make one Scottish girl, and we support her for all lifetime’s constraints, all things considerably. How much of that we support beyond 5 years is up to what the world will have of her.

Cardinal ordinances of Celtic Scottish bagpipe music, and of the courses of music contained therein.