A reblog: pigeon marriage proposal

This is a classic pigeon composite illustration of various motifs I've come across during my outings in to town "doing recyclables." [collecting].

A notable theme of summer months - the suggestion of exchange and of offering; the pigeon with sass tries to imagine what might be done with a gold ring.

Here, in this composite image, the pigeon's partner is none other than an RCA Viking II tablette, currently on sale at Target. 

Pigeon marriage proposal

Pigeon marriage proposal

   

The pigeons of Wilshire at Western Ralph's are a flock to behold.

As a recyclables collector, I've commonly come in to homed flocks of pigeons concentrated in a certain area.

Wilshire at Western Ralph's Grocery Store.

Here, at Wilshire at Western in Wilshire Center (of Los Angeles, CA USA), the locals must have been kind and considerate towards birds as a concentrated demographic of people in the area. 

The pigeons of the Ralph's parking lot are a heartwarming feature of the store that merits a visit, for bird lovers.

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.

Today I served the pigeons Kombucha

Target now has a 48 oz. Kombucha for $7.99, which is a relatively good price.

A 48 oz. GT's Kombucha from Target is very refreshing during exercise to replenish the alkalinity of the body.

 For those who are unfamiliar with the drink, Kombucha is a raw tea, typically, made from a bacterial and yeast mushroom culture, stilled in a tea with flavorings. 

I've notably gotten a refreshing flush of pH cleanse by gulping down some of the drink; and the price of the large bottle at Target attracted me to purchasing it, after some time of doing without. I am going out and jogging more resolutely, lately. 

Sunmaid Raisin Bread? 🍞 mmmm.... with Kombucha? Refreshing. 🦉

The Harbor Transitway at Manchester underpass features an aux hocs-fait-ón-dú flock of pigeons. They are a family, with some new young ones, from recent months!

A view of the underpass, where I get on and off of the Metro bus line (460, 910, 950)

A panorama of the Harbor Transitway at Manchester underpass. There are bird fences for the young in the little lofts by the stairs here. There are several families of pigeons at this location. 

Next item on the list is getting the birds some salt for fortitude and energy. I know they'll enjoy tasting some salty eggs. 

Golden hour at Los Angeles State Historic Park (a photo-blog)

The golden hour, as it is known, is a fortuitous place and time with triangulation in mind, in regards to photography. 

It would appear, and I heard it so, that I just happened to hit upon the golden hour here at Los Angeles State Historic Park, nearby the southernmost building as a photographer, with my new TCL Alcatel LX phone, with an 8 megapixel rear camera. 

I'm definitely pleased with the results. The slim crescent moon is just overhead, around 6:45 pm as I face a tree off to the side of the western edge of DTLA. The sun is 20°-30° over on my right hand side, and it's a mildly warm summer day that started with thick haze, nearly precipitation, but only some barely sprinkles in the air, this morning.  

In imagining how I might [or what I might] like to have within the frame, there ended up being three types of photographs. The first, I had imagined, ought to be a panorama, as a survey of the grounds of the park, with the towering high rise buildings as a focus; the foreground - young trees, lawn and hills, grit dirt winding walking path. Instead, however, I accidentally hit the time lapse button, so I've got a first-off Impressionist rendition a la Claude Monét or Vincent Van Gogh.

A photographic Impressionist image, if I might say so, myself.

The contrast of the setting sun over the hills, with the palm trees, Elysian Park, and some institutional buildings of Chinatown frame the monochromatic

Today, a special treat for the pigeons.

I have some swai fillet that I'm sure the pigeons will go wild over, as a sweet and sour fish with rice dish. 

Some fresh swai fillet for today's pigeon feeding.

Cleaning up the wreckage of my life.

The landlord for my home had granted me an additional month to try and salvage my tenancy here, at Messiah Apartments. 

I was very thankful to my social worker for getting the extra month for me. Prior to this, I had been going through the Kübler-Ross stages of loss (although I'd state, for posterity, that I believe that angst, instead of anger, as it is, according to this current Wikipedia link, stated as such. I don't react as angry unless it's a huge row against me.

It was a difficult time, as I have legitimate procrastination issues, being that I'm schizophrenic; it's been documented - that I have difficulties in cleaning my apartment. I am constantly distracted by persecutions from my former peers from my K-12 school years. The representative from the housing authority didn't have any sympathy for the fact that I experience these voices in my head as stalkings and harassment. 

So much of myself was put in to lost dreams, here, at my apartment. 

I'm still experiencing daily abuses in life from distanced former peers; just but a few, but the psychosis of the depersonalization and passive aggressiveness grates on my capable mood. I was starting to believe that I could begin living life drug-free again; it had not been since 2016 that I was completely drug abstinent.

There was the early morning fanfare of a plausible home exhibition pigeon-extravaganza; minimalist, museum-esque, open front doorway, the madman's closet of strumming through the scuck fluzz of the mess. All of this, except that I truly had visions of this place being much moreso minimalist: simple wall-exhibitions of the illustrations and earlier blog works. It was supposed of as being somewhat an extension of the downtown Los Angeles, California, USA monthly Art Walk.

Then there's the pigeon carnival aspiration of fixing up a prime local brood of pigeons. I haven't given up hope, yet, though. The other day, I sprayed the dirt nearby my home where the pigeons roost by the freeway for ticks.

The nearby pigons' roost by the freeway at 9200 Grand, 90003.

Fast Company recently published a relevant article regarding the distractibility of creative individuals. 

The gist of it is that creative individuals have a lower threshold of sensory input capacity which dictates that the individual will perceive and pay attention to smaller minutiae of sound or sensory input. The study was done on a small control group of individuals; all apparently of a particular sort demographic. 

iPigeon fitness minute - the firehose outlets of a Downtown Los Angeles high-rises' enclave.

Being that it is, that the homeless lifestyle lends itself to physical exertion (in my case, that is);

I sometimes need to blow off some heat and pressure. 

A little-known tip that I've encountered, as an explorer of the metropolis, is that the Fire Department's firehose inlet-outlet fittings 

are commonly of a height and width that suits the standard adult body (mine, that is), in providing a spotting reference point that helps out in cracking the back. 

Some days are rough, keeping the pigeons fed.

Alright, I can own it: the bugs only home are not going to be particularly anything special just because I'm living here.

I had been of the belief that they could or might be; on account of the nuclear watershed environment about the place.

Sometimes the folklorist assertions from the voices in my head catch me suggestible, and not that nurturing environment doesn't count; indeed - particularly for a narcissistic and grandiose mind.

That being said, I've largely overcome many of my histrionics in of grandiosity par narcissisme. It's a difficult road to navigate; looking as I do, with a neuroticism behind the glamour. I wasn't brought up this way. I sometimes fancy the belongings of others, and, as we all know, it is a sin to covet what is rightfully someone else's. 

Sometimes the stories in my head turn me spiraling downwards in to a depressive mood, and I go outside, seeking stimulants for a fix; lately they just haven't been doing the job all that well.

All of that aside, I've realized that, along with my clothing haul from a few days ago, I brought home some ticks, as well. It's the beginning of the month now, and General Relief welfare has come through. I purchased a box of Raid Max concentrated fogger. I tried out staying inside while and after I sprayed, and it definitely works. I was choking on the fumes.

A box of Raid Max spray. I got some for myself, and I realized that the pigeons' roosts likely harbor ticks, as well.

I determined, from last year's iPigeon efforts, that the feces of the pigeons is a mineral-rich substance that attracts parasites. I figure I ought to spray the area nearby my home that features some freeway pigeons, and I'll give them some food, while I'm at it, for the morning, as well. Perhaps milk and cereal?

A 5 minute walk to the pigeons' roost, where I'm sure some ticks have gathered, to mangle the pigeons with Lyme disease.

Last night's haul - some clothes, some recyclables, and a bunch of Jumbo Jacks.

A slight iPigeon clothing haul-stack, from the USC / Harbor Transitway underpass 

Last night I found lots of Jumbo Jack burgers with fries. I figure it'll be good for the pigeons :)

The pigeons receive their daily bread

Here's what (I believe, over time), the pigeons will come flocking to, given that I'd feed them regularly.

Deal on now at Ralph's for pork loin, only $1.99 a pound.

I've got a great collection of spices and ingredients from a move-out trash dive at one of my pidginHub Landings - an alley behind the SB buildings on 6th at Spring.

It's an Indian sub-continent array of flavors; 

I'm going to cook up this pork loin on a slow roast: 200-275 or so, for several hours. 

A delicious large pork loin (spare ribs) from Downtown Los Angeles Ralph's.

The main theme of the flavor will be a coconut milk wasabi sweetened soy sauce, with a slight curry aspect about it.

This dish should prove to be a very delicious mildly sweet meat, good with white rice.

Update: 

Too soon, but first, too bad. The preheated oven was dialed down upon smelling the dish cook. Then I set the temperature in the oven to near-broil. After about 30 minutes, or so, I have a succulent and tender white meat - placed meat-side down to soak in the liquid broth - it's a good mixture, tasty and healthful, with bone marrow liquids seeping out of the bones and in to the broth.

I cooked the first slab a bit quick, on accident. This pork loin was cooked near broiling for about 30 minutes. The marrow is bloody, still, and it's seeping out. 

Having lifted and inspected what I'd been working on, for the dish, I realized that I would single-handedly be able to finish two racks of pork loin before it goes bad, so I got the second one out of the fridge to cook it.

A vertical view of the bone marrow juices as I throw on another slab of ribs in to the pan

I lit a corn husk and let it smoulder inside of the oven to give this pork rib recipe some authentic smoke flavor.

Mmm... Nice and juicy pork chops with rice.

Thin slices off of the large rack.

The two racks of ribs stayed well in the fridge, (and still juicy) for 5 days. I just finished the meat, now I have bones for pork marrow soup.

I'm being thrown out of my apartment for problems.

Given that I've been commonly late on rent, and some windows had been broken,

I'm being thrown out of my apartment. [ Apparently ]

I feel like it's going to be difficult times to come, but I'll avoid an eviction on my record.

Update: - I'm seeing that the Housing Authority of the City of Los Angeles « something; » yet they dominate the SEO for at in to monopolization (*update), and I've got to be a one to rebuke this in:order; perhaps through complaining or by fixing the problem, whatever it might be.

The backdrop was that the notice seemed to have differing import of suggestibility in my mind - which is to say that the letters in the mail seemed to not matter, or that the topics « could not matter » in my mind, as I can portray it.

This would be in addition to a notion of that I might not want to live here anymore; somewhat as well; which becomes a confusing thing. They claim various things, since the apartment had been reported as a complete disaster once the sink flooded over. My mental prioritization to that matter had been a backdrop of [abused] as a poorly-cared for ad-hoc drunken episodes banter « guys stuff <_ alcohol.="" allergic="" font="" i="" m="" to="" whereas="">

Perhaps, though, I'll sign ply have to drop the situation. I'm not sure of which ulterior story plot I might attach to, from day to day, but I can be a bum.  

The Section 8 Housing and Urban Developments initiative is one that is backed by the Federal Government of the United States of America, and; 

It agrees to reasonably accommodate individuals with disabilities. 

Given that I hear voices, and these dictactiphoneurs' trifles had been playing out on social media, as I've recorded them, I would believe, somewhat, that I have a case of discrimination that might need to be examined; as I am a mental health services recipient. 

* Of typing in site:hacla.org in the search bar. 

Some aspects of what I'd written could ostensibly shift meaning; given that I'm not one who works on this housing matters stuff.

Preparing the pigeons' feed for the day - Peanut Butter and Jelly Pidgin Cheese Sandwiches.

Pidgin Cheese? 

One might wonder...

What does pidgin cheese taste like?

This cheese, which I'd been preparing since late Fall, 2018, is a warming, savory, salty and sweet, all-in-one ad-hoc condiment complimentary to grain and dairy dishes, such as plain corn flakes cereal, yogurt and granola, or something similar. 

I became fascinated with the advent of Whole Foods DTLA offering rennet, for cheese; having been a former "cheesez of Europe" aficionado as a consumer in years prior.

Come to think of it, actually, the discovery came in the summer, when I procured the rennet first of all, and I created a pigeon guano moldy butter cheese that smelled fantastically like Cheez-its. This second go-round with cheese came possibly around Halloween, when Ralph's started offering eggnog. I felt it was a good base to start a cheese on, and months later, after letting the culture sit out warm, sealed(-ish), and raw, I decided to turn it in to a custard cheese, to continue.

I added about a dozen egg yolks, (possibly more), and some fresh rolled red peppercorns, yellow and black mustard seeds. Then I boiled the mixture lightly, not yet solidified, but I added red icing topping for cakes to the mixture, and pink Himalayan salt, 8-10 ounces. It turned out a significantly salty cheese concentrate.

The custatd cheese salty-sweet admixture proved to be an excellent topical skin care product, as well as good for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches soaked in milk.

I gave some to the pigeons, as well.

Try it out! 🦉🐔🏆🍽️

Q

A great day for charity for pigeons and people alike.

 With pigeons being noted, yesterday, as "the homeless person's pet, a good and many people showed out in downtown Los Angeles, CA, USA in and around the civic center areas, as well as Pasadena. 

These birds were a hungry bunch, as the day started early, and, as people know of the lovable birds, they are a fat bird, at that. 

There was everything from sandwiches, to sushi, to noodles, and birthday cake!

Is KISS playing tonight in DTLA?

Someone supposed of as Gene Silmons asked who the "social worker of the year was,"

It seemed to have developed in to an unsober lashing out at the law; I suppose with untold amounts of lives disparaged - here; it would be mine (perhapd others are offended as well).

The man did notably sing about pidgy bwipp this and that... For a long refrain. 

He spoke about the fires in Downtown Los Angeles yedterday morning. About many depraved things on account of me not doung even more than I podsibly could have done about anything; whereas I tried to be q bit sociable, regardless og my solitude. 

Some grilled cheese sandwiches today for the pigeons in DTLA and outside my place.

Transitioning off in to partitioning the pieces of Developer Enterprise in to separate (yet still Westside) linguistics and avian-centric blogging form, sorted out, at this point

The Broadway District's Food Banks 

are several and plentiful, from here to Downtown LA, 

for as much as I've traveled from here to there.  

I spent some time on my Google Calendar app today.
Try it on Enterprise!

It takes a hefty box, cart, or a heaping bag-full to carry all of the food back home, make sure to pack accordingly.

A lifestyle lesson via a second-wind DTLA Valentine's do-over - [a Ralph's thing].

By now, everyone who shops at DTLA Ralph's anytime lately must know about the Lindt's chocolates boxes super deal thing they have. Compared to the boxed (packeted and package-sack'ed) versions, the deal is amazing, at, like - $5.99 a pound of something.

DTLA Ralph's - thanks for the second Valentine's Day treats!

I've been indulging in these adieux-to-autumn-fall weather's changes into springtime here in Los Angeles chocolate deals as a temp-debit-card purchaser, as obviously a welfare-status (General Relief) recycling-bum [recipient] Google app-enterprise domain webmaster would chomp on as to attest to life's sugar-cravings and constant battles with mood disparities as a trawled and stalked Section 8 housing recipient -

Where it is:

To some, it matters.

"Isn't that place a shithole of trawled-AFFminorities n' shit?" [sic]

Well, 😵

To be sincere, who could possibly live that one down? Trawled-AFF minorities identity? That somewhat bodes of the simplistic Wikipedia trawl-AF common weblurker identity needs-to "have-had; has-happened," n' such, so that people could find one a rational-minded literal 'one' to inverse with in a TMZ DTLA of our fine nation, of nonesuch ado as-towards like-minded discrimination, in order to finely attune oneself to the vast sprawl as-reality that it finds itself - the greater Los Angeles area.

Better spoken men have more liberty in their resources of mind. This blog is the actual place to find the freedom, although many (it seems) strive long, strong, and hard at hard-fought battles that had already been determined - at this point, years ago, as far as the general headliner news and edia outlets have been concerned, as accountable.

That being said, there's some things I just won't much tolerate about blatantly un-Christian morals-proliferation [asides ≤_≤ that] some people find aught of themselves - some post (***##@$$) whatever it might be called - we ought to be able to [as literal bums, pigeon'ing] (check-its)... <_<

Checking...sidewalk scrum bwitsies... sometimes. Though commonly.

Sometimes, lately, though, there's been diamonds sitting out on the sidewalk. Thus, the long-time pigeon'ing bum's (though vastly literate and sociable) [...*]℅

It's been a diamonds kitsch thing lately, for the sidewalks trawler.

A long time coming, perhaps, for many a ground-trawling recycling bum('s) one that we are.

Some people don't buy it though. The trawl, the sprawl, the speed-induced psychosis Wikipedia slight-sociably BWAP of a reality BWAP.

Usually, beyond interrent Catholicism subjective invested egotism and sleights of post-grandeur European-imperial-and Golden-Age fancies - Wikipedia will have been annotated richly (well-enough);

Such that many children [I'd suppose] simply don't really need to go to school all the time anymore, especially with trawled-AFF minorities bwappin' AFF around certain parts of town... <_<

[Sarcastic, obviously. But here, for the iteration, for the literate Founding of knowledge-base casual-discoursing nuclear watershed-localization identity formative-sort self] - it gets that fart bubble co-location trawling stalker identity familiarity sort a more distinct sort-self discrete-lines of delineated domain-app-space developer Enterprise entity Google developer autonomy's discretionary logicelles of partiment, to keep things au français, of locality. A bit.

That being said, to continue on like that produces (I've say - something at minimum [ ... 'distanced' ...] , a bit, from a vast blatant sex-offendee identity, although many of small scope and trawl small of means of men, of other sorts of men -

Considering that were all different. Let's face it. We're different. Unless it's fantasy fetishizable mindset time masturbatory inductive-self of internet radiant source of trawled-AFF convo-salient topic-at-point:

Try as I'd not,

How bout it?

...

Okay. Just imagine that some people see through the vast fetishization trawled-AFF, and some

Okay.

Everyone is different.

Let's face it. Imagine, perhaps, that a onversation partner is more into alternate 50% internet (supposed) activities at a different score and threshold attainment aptitude lesser sex offender type than supposed, par convar-say-shitsicles b
bWAP

Something like that. Just not looking for such outright sociable offense offhandedness. It's supposed to be funny enough, but ...

Eh- I dunno. Whatever. I did the same thing.

[ Of all things... ]

But then the {some shit}...

Just no way. I just never really got off like that, [by far...] Kinds of stuff.

Trawled-AFF minorities Master race shit, I stopped at that point. I couldn't muster the madness about it.

The thing that I've figured is that everybody fancies themselves, or fancies a narcissist - as a certain percentile personality type - only perhaps 1-4% [actual, by stats] of supposed commonality sorts of encountered in life personality types. That's your indulgent sly quip chance at flirtatiousness, yet delving into that somebody (over a spread of time) will appreciate the baby-aff shit, perhaps not. That could be a different alternate discrete logicelle self of the other, the conversational aspirant partner.

Multiply the likely hood that somebody of a 1-4% identity will understand likeness in society (f2f) reality type reality BWAP, and past age 30, the validly schizoohrenic ones have been bwapped schizophrenic to bwapp them into valid adulthood. The ones who BWAPP-AFF bwammmm... A real one...

That's a different type and sort that end up as one of the trite bwipps of sociability - as I'd put it - the interrent vastly improprietous intermittent laugher upon a completely inappropriate moment of serious linear formative sort discourse.

Try that in a stats bwapp-aff machine Deus machina and I'd suppose that you'd probably look like a jokestable sex-offender enough off-handed sort to just have been bwapped-AFF of the 12 steps recovery program, and you could just admit it( (the rhetorical self).

Obviously, it's uncommon to be encountered by that, but I'm the guy who does that 'kinda' thing to people. It's my formative discourse analytical critical mind-self-interrent ad hoc suitable professional ethical mid-senior-post-Csuite-gigjob-daynight-youngmid-professional-aside-academia identity thing just somewhat plays out as. It's objectively good for you (the rhetorical self, as it comes out, doled "...*" as grammatically as by stats that would have of it, on AZERTY, of all things. I fancy AZERTY.

Done. I figure that's good enough for now. Better than I found (encountered) you.