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Wednesday, August 29

Some new coconuts; I transplanted the prolific bubble mites @jay_ammon on Twitter of one coconut to most of the others, now for nutrients to be added. [Photos]

I determined that the prolific crawlers atop and crawling out of one of the coconuts were perhaps not fruit fly maggots, which are all abuzz in my kitchen, but instead, are perhaps, [as someone noted], mites which had been of some form of the class Arachnida, and imaginably could have been something that ended up worse than bubbly plump mobile and climbing creatures, and as well, I did some research towards investigating that topic. Thanks, Susan Patterson, for the info in a simplified and quick form. Perhaps the ionic mineral additives to the pigeon guano had seen these creatures in an accelerated evolution by the time they reached the top of the coconut hole, or perhaps, [getting back to somebody's statement, I had hit upon the part of the guano that held a tick's egg sac and the creatures fortunately did not come up as parasitic arachnids.

Now, as I had done previously with the first two brown coconuts - added some Chinese pharmaceuticals I had procured out of the trash dumpsters at USC, I am here, on this Wednesday morning, August 29th, 2018, adding an additional several squirts from the dropper over each of the already moistened

Actually "in to" *

Coconuts. The ingredients include blood orange essential oil and Texas cedarwood essential oil [newly added, as ingredients; the oils], which:

  • Are noted as anti-termite treatment, as for the orange oil,
  • Cedarwood, which was noted to be particularly soothing in skin rashes which were perhaps on account of some sort of insect traversing the floor where I sleep
These being with the aim of fighting off, in combination with the various other anti-viral, anti-inflammatory, anti-allergy, antibiotics, and vitamins, hopefully a fairly well enough offering to the embedded nesting organisms of the guano until I can go and get some more liquid ionic minerals from Whole Foods. (I got a $30 gift card for filling out some reviews on software I had used, which had been accepted, thanks to Capterra Reviews and TangoCard. [Sorry, I don't have a gift card affiliate link that would pay someone other than me, I'm just noting it]. I'm boosting the efficacy of the thrust of the pharma combination with some tricyclic anti-depressant samples I found, along with the other discarded haul from the trash dumpsters of USC apartments nearby, severap weeks ago, perhaps a couple of months or so.

Here are some pics of the progress, hopefully the bubble mites with see the Nicotiana tabacum plants I have planned for upcoming weeks and months' planting will stick with it, through going through the supplies I've gathered and also through some improvisational experimentation as new items come into my collectables, as I do my recyclables thing out on the streets.

Naproxen sodium.


Tricyclic anti-depressants and pain reliever.



Loratadine.





I decided to color the coconut shell opening edges to give the light characteristics going in to the coconut some special effect variance and UV protection; perhaps an additional attraction to enticing the creatures out of the dark, like the bubble mites pictured in this blog post title link to my Twitter.


This is the bottle I found 


The newly filled pigeon guano coconuts, ready to be squirted with some pharmaceutical and vitamin solution [also essential oils].


Is this thing some variant on a roach? Or a stink bug? They've been crawling around, mostly keeping to themselves, but they've also made their way in to the coconuts, as I left them out for a while, and perhaps they've got to be held at bay, from the hole in the wall of the closet I kicked in my sleep, months earlier. It's been months, and they've made headway in establishing their presence around the house.



Yesterday's quick roundup of tried-and-true tobacco curing tips and as-of-yet [I've not tried them] notable suggestions for a finer cured tobacco (post-retail, loose leaf, etc.)

Pictured is the tiny batch Gucci container I used to make an aside special try about for my first quick minutes oven aromatics oxalic acids fibrous juicer leftovers: confīte, atop hand-mashed [a bit] grapefruit quarters, reasonably well-medium fine balsamic vinegar in glass; there was cheese, perhaps, in a wetted sock (dirty, worn), some fragrant lip balm, better than petrolatum-based (on the organic side), a noteworthy tone-bearing plastic trinket (beacon, for slight transmission of a theoretical slight amplification of sound and particle wavelengths within a bellows box iOS device box confīte, topped with some slight brown sugar, plain brown sugar.

The Gucci box selection was wrapped with Farmer John's standard 8 pack breakfast sausage wrapper, unwashed. It was an attractive confīte box with my small box AirPods trash find containing the main tobacco store to be infused with the aromatics vinegar oxalic acids sugar confīte, and I had a fine cigar, smoked well enough to be rich, by this time, included in the box. I believe I put some allergy medicine in there; Claritin, for some unknown and fanciful belief of that it would impart a hypoallergenic or perhaps something somewhat useful chemistry BAM! about the reaction. There was pigein guano either inside or outside the box, perhaps in a custard dish ceramic thing, probably moist, or maybe not.

I closed the confīte box and turned the oven on, about 300 degrees Fahrenheit, and I used the restroom, or something like that.

[Did I blow meth smoke into it?] This would have been long into the time in which I had swore off smoking meth, but it may have been that literal bit of a set of days for a week, and then no more again, and I broke the glass pipe. I suppose that event happened twice, perhaps over a couple of weeks. Relevant? Hopefully not, I don't encourage smoking meth:definitely, and in general, it's a problem presentable as for a person who uses, of any sort.

Try it without any meth invokved, but for features' sake, it may have happened like that, for this batch. It was enjoyable consumed tobacco.

Within that somewhat reading span of length of time, the oven had a notable presence into the main living room where I was, and it would be so weird if it ventured through the walls and the neighbors could feel it also, so I rushed over and removed the box, placed it under and within a cashmere sweater, [is the cashmere thing truly radiation ionic blam! Insulating the blam! instead? I would say yes, but I have a thing for cashmere sweaters and sweating it out, or staying warm, and it does have a particular sort of insular characteristic. Perhaps ... I dunno. Maybe wool would work, but definitely cashmere.

It looked nice enough to eat: the grapefruit balsamic sweet beets confīte array, but I was [for sure] definitely on meth, to speak of, at all, at the time, and the near blam! expansiveness was an exciting moment. I felt like the tobacco must be infused with so much pigeon trinket sidewalk searching finesse, and some Françoise considerable distinction about it. It didn't disappoint, and the Gucci box portion was particularly resinous and rich, with a slight bit of pork sausage flavor about it.

I had, aside from this, also [prior to everything, first of all], had a popped open coconut of some sort, perhaps something, but it definitely was somewhat going to vinegar-alcohol-ish fermentation at this point, in the same kitchen. Were the coconut electrolytes of the coconut water and fat fermentation thing something... Like I had done something with it prior to that? I dunno. Maybe I just opened it and left it out, and it started going to vinegar.

I cooked French onion soup some time recently prior to this, maybe the night before. There was rotting food in the kitchen.

The suggestions for moving forward, beyond whats been established:

Milk chocolate somewhat characteristic impart to the tobacco, for a less fiery burn.

There was something else, perhaps...

Aside from that, I have less experimental and eccentric air-cured process ionic mineral arrête sort of transhydraulysis stuff, maybe the chocolate concept would be okay cooked in, or sprayed on, or something, and stuff with extracted oils and toying with the adsorbent nature of doing something [somehow], but I'll read up on it at that time. I've been collecting cardboard long tube "flues," and I definitely can't run a smoke house in here, it's a studio apartment, plus I don't smoke inside [nearly always].

People along my walking path have been generous with leaving out tobacco of cigarillo packets, and I tend to desire cigarettes less.

The main concept of the post-retail confīte oven curing thing:

Was that the fine cigar, once smoked down, would impart, and perhaps ad hoc fluff up, and via the aromatics confīte:given the vacuum bellows box concept: suck in the mineral solids of the pigeon guano aside and fluff up a quick oven up fluff of some concept of a tobacco bale curing ammonia somewhat concept, at least just maybe somewhat ammonia something, and then something about the arrangement and suction or moistness, and the tone bearing trinket thing was supposed to easily enough, end up perhaps [maybe not easily, but I thought it might] simply bam up some unscraped nicotine out of what was of the confīte box and tobacco in it, well enough to make it better tobacco.

It was really good tobacco, actually :)

Some development of the coconut shell pigeon guano air-curing project: soil mites!

One of my hard shell brown coconut guano cultures has developed what seem to be either maggots or mites; actually, it seemed that maggots were crawling around on the top of the guano after I left the coconuts out since last update, perhaps a few weeks or less, at this point.

I decided that perhaps I might see if some of the tobacco seeds would sprout in the mix, as early on in a decomposition stage as it might be; though I gave it ionic minerals and various pharmaceuticals, and perhaps some interesting micro-evolutionary epochs had transpired in the meantime, creating an advanced and or adapted form of 8 legged creature (perhaps), which could likely be of various origins, based on the bug life observed: I saw a scattering parasitic tick (just one) when I was gathering the freeway underpass guano [although that's not this particular batch; this one is dried grassland next-to-freeway guano and dirt. I'm assuming that there was somewhat dried out and starved for moisture insect and predatory parasite life waiting for moisture for them to be born; ostensibly of various modes of evolution, if the circumstances permit, as I had noted in my previous experiment in feeding a gutter mosquito birthing larval stage puddle with Humineral Zeolite Humic and Fulvic minerals, and the soon-afterwards appearance of the friendly mosquito (yet still itchy as it bit me).

I'll update this post with photos and more links soon.

Some links on soil mites:

http://www.savanna.org.au/all/soil_health_monitoring.html

http://www.fao.org/docrep/009/a0100e/a0100e05.htm

https://genetics.thetech.org/about-genetics/making-medicines

Friday, August 24

A photo-blog scrum-up to UTD my GTD of a quaint and folkish pigeon flock of Chinatown, adjacent DTLA, towards NoLA or (North [of] Los Angeles) via Civic Metro Center DTLA as a common pigeon bum fashionable tech athleisure technical institute bum pigeons lifestyle-centric walking locale (most days). Chinatown illustrative art biopic survey photography quick snaps, for follow-up of ink or digital rendering.

Quick GIS quaint pigeon idiomatic colloquialism-localization  of Chinatown, of Downtown Los Angeles, California-adjacent - postal code 90013 : "Various views, vanishing points, and city street detail, for a follow up of an un- [mobile development device] (powered; "then,") very primitive [by means], yet notable endearing moment of pigeon society.

"Pigeons hounding for food outside ABC Restaurant, Chinatown:of Los Angeles California.

An urban pigeon-lover-bum's slight moment of awe at the ostensibly social nature of the «pigeon flock» as a herd-creature unit identity. The bum, as the perspectives-rendering artist, ostensibly resonates with some off-handed notable characteristics of the pigeon, as a "one of few" common diversions and recreations that conceivable common bums of Los Angeles might find themselves as, as internally projected by the artist over many a common day's bum life, « now he does pigeons » as the interplay of his true internalized concept of self, versus the significant proximal limitations of a bum, "at-Standards as he was raised on," [of the era], and against the literal actual truths of life, as can be made out: the architecture, a restaurant, a Chinese upbringing, a Chinatown squat for a lunch. Pigeons overhead. The pigeons ostensibly portray the unseen needs and desires bearing down on a solitary homeless man's identity, yet they contrast with his current visual take on an inner-solitude self, ostensibly reasonable context of a strange context life, as it's depicted here, for compositional development, into the future. 

Somewhere, perhaps, (still), I have the original sketches, or photos of the papers. Reasonably, the significant mock-up organic nature of a validly distributed ingress moment for artistic portrayal pertains significantly to a properly received art illustration. This is a quick look at the project t from an ad hoc passers-by random Friday, common bum, doing recyclables and Chinese medicine shop inquiries, after the library, can't check out books, at the moment, I've got $23 of fines. 








July 15th iPigeon.institute blog entry [late entry]

Becoming the street traffic controller - a Republican Trump-era stand-in position for post-bum constituency; Section 8 housing (now). The hoc-Itzhak compisitionally-fine arts arrête order of discovering, civic nuisance defence mechanism to drive planned obsolescence. A DARPA ad-hoc serendipity time-place man-making [or female].

#intelligence #civic engagement # socialist activism #federal government #marijuana legalization #autonomous state #sovereignty # legal system #justice department #sustainability #environkentao activism #mental health #noise pollution #community-police collaborations #surveillance state

Needing to catch up on my prior entry in regards to my new Dash latest Bible encounter (once more) to reaffirm my oft-disavowed rightful place as a free man, a dignity worth my meritocracy claims [be they as such], and: God help me, I've seen my misgiving personality faults of [what's obv. (to me)] past life regression therapy or current anti-social array [of willing combatants].

Vs.

My truthfully sick, spreading goodness morale Outlook and D2D disposition, non emotional driven: systems arrête. If I fail on any account based on proper procedure of 5 Cs and etiquette, given that;

I just don't (5 Cs constituent)

In that I know when I'm wrong (likely) or «being»

5 Cs replete.

... (Fog and mist fly-through) ...

Last week had been [special] all sorts of stand-off -him waiting and washed up adjourned: false pretense showing-uo purpose inconstituent ego, meanwhile various off-camera lurkers send me [as kiosk] mind-control story boys (basis); sake strange inconstituent Disavowal of my standard D2D self-ststed serious, meanwhile, the socio-ecobo-depravitt micro-environment [lack -of what better aught said: be done]: just lacking in linear continuity [link:production:jobs on set; script continuity (Wikipedia)].

Meanwhile, I'm 3rd, 4th, 5th deviation curve margin on iPigeon brand (www.ipigeon.com) Pigeon-TasTasTic: my champion stud (or female breeder): name:

I had decided on Mr. Pépé and Aurélíe.

  • my alter-identity aspirational role model 'me' through  reality-based blog:"tech and lifestyle" array distribution:free, ad-based, organic, and relevance - interest-based novelty push of post-reputable (boundaries) [public face]
face it:

Guys can't be hookers [of journalism]

.  .  .

Coming to terms:

With a licensed professional work force identity; state, local, national standards as fare, living up to the part, paying off carbon-neutrality ethics-assessment of

every man - standard man - corporate identity

Institutionalized - socialist - equal-identity scales 
of justice: for all
outperform achievers of aspirational gains

9 Measures of Various Intelligences; developing stats.
  :determining enemy combatant militias vs. un-vetted
      :giving a valid face-to-face newbie a chance.
          :participant for mock-up judgment of latest face
             :determine that I'd been studying law obsessively (bits) and that's inconstituent
                 I'm stated: valid Christian. No outlying circumstances or consequences I ought consider.
                    Someone is attacking me.

The Signs:
  • The F2F Street-Kiosk walk-up identity trifle of man:Anything; could be : no - "he needs non-constituent disparagement demography walk-up false pretense,"
    • yet I demand I don't prejudice people in F2F meet-up firsts.
    • valid au jour friendly stance; then, if need be, kick in forensics - pro [side-glancing] ...
Turns out:

[that's the limited scope of the emotional-ego slash fear-driven identity;

      what's aught to be obv. is not forthwith considerable to be stated without disclaimer and [turn of events]

            :Machina ex deus (Shortcoming) [Wikipedia article]

"Let's [un-Christian sentiment] ... (anything) ..."

      this guy.

          and check out his innocent casualty bystander risks...
               
                 to one-off "tryna" molestia dimestic

                         - semiotics-semantics-dif-Freudian
  
                                  - militia domestique
                                     - "supposing a fine thought"

Some guys go for it : Stockholm Syndrome. They do "homies" in jail just to get meth in jail, inconsiderate of the fact that meth is illegal. Meth is typically a standard exigent reason for incarceration.

  • Truths come out in Scientology arrete
    • francoise et cie finery states of Colonialism
[post] 
- and into the globalist era

Multiple intelligences, #meritocracy #standards of deviation high-percentile performers:wheat from the chaff. D2D database cross-referencing what constitutes [fluff vs. srsly]

                                for some,

but I was mostly the standard spell it all out appropriate proper business compositionally proper, and even still, to this day, I'm ad-geo-proximity-standoff attire for the LA-tastastic iconic reality FML now, what? then: Broadcast - 

     ... to be continued further... 












Tuesday, August 14

Le lycée français pigęonnes sketch lesson 1



  • Some lesson plans drawn up, from previous months; they had gone through some rough times, and I lost the original ink brush illustrative gestural sketch, which is what these lesson plans were based on and for.


A series of ink brush illustrative pigeon sketches.

A concise breakdown of how I use Google's Cloud Platform API modules towards living out a trashy web writer şlüţèľ : {more fancy than I would have thought of myself} [somewhat, perhaps, et al]

The translate.google tool has really been impressive, for my own fancy, in recent weeks, in instances where I find myself indulging this French Regal XV persona when I dump on blogosphere that I find myself gravitating towards, in various forms, from time to time; various times and places, but it's somewhat a notch towards a future driverless lifestyle (at least here on the ground, at the moment); [and] (it has had been that way for a good while). {This particular variant slight modify of speech characterized by slipping up and around the topic of the sentence in various forms of the same context and idea, in syllogistic synonometry : (of similar sounds and by sideways-directly correlations-able; [hopefully also rhythmically compelling enough for a moment of reading])

- basically.

The style was learned, particularly, from my college-years' first hand interactions with African American communities and in immersing with their culture, to some degree, over about a decade or so, (with this concept of youthful ornamentation and florid elaborate style in context; I don't get out much anymore... maybe it still goes down like that). Perhaps the linguistic tater-tot of it could be traced back further to a particular cultural heritage, more distinct than I could pick it out, off hand.

Anecdotally,

In around 2013 or so, when I was once again a solitary homeless guy, wandering around the Venice Beach Boardwalk, I had a strong demand laid upon me to straighten up my youthful lazy demeanor, which was largely based in my somewhat regular indulgences in GHB, which is, purportedly:

- an amino acid;
- a directly human produced chemical extract which serves the process of enabling REM sleep;
- GammaHydroxyButyrol [as an offhand guess and memory of it);

...and I don't really find myself fond of substances manufactured and defined by frequency wavelength stuff as acidic and solvent extract stuff, looking back on things.

Regardless, I'm allergic to alcohol, it's metabolites, and relative compounds, and this was drunkenness and sleepiness, whereas I was a constant crystal methamphetamine user. Sometimes I would sleep. I wasn't seeing a psychiatrist so that I could have a proper antipsychotic for long binge episodes, which were common and endless trials for me, as a newly and endlessly abused mental health trifle [apparently, on some people's lives, ... (these people obviously knew me personally, to a large degree, and I fault them with a proximity-emotional bias correlation; to me it's tragic)...]

Anyways, I do try and attempt to stop the tide of influence on future suffering demographics, or people who live within a discrete {diff} in that aspect of remote communications - sensing,

- in which I can hear their oppressors, as perhaps people I've been acquainted with, or slight friends, in the past (peers, etc.).

The point being,

Is that not everyone abuses me like that, or appears to. Ét cíe.

Life could move on that quickly.

In a proper mind.

Back to the blog topic, the development of intelligence, otherwise.

Supposedly, «everyone's» an expert of psychology.

As for the French lifestyle tech indulgences, there are some notable considerations in interlinguistic transliteration orthographies syntax conventions that merit the use of, and discretionary valuation, towards, as is seen in the superiority development of French influence upon middle ages Britain, which was taken, by the historians take; of intellectuals and of the religious institutions and of the devout:

In the instance of the Normandy France imperialistic cultural Assimilation of Britain in 1066, which lasted about 3 centuries or so, and is notably deemed a Middle Ages Renaissance for English-speaking cultural heritage, over the linguistic rote and common-dictum in place, which was (is), perhaps, the drier olde Englifh style of writing; which is à notable thing, obviously. It's definitely a notable font and typography style.

Moving beyond that, though, is establishing a rote that has a proper thrust that would push linguistics of this colonial acquaintanceship into adopting up to %25 of common English usage lexicography, up to this very day, if various

Well, if a person would simply check the available scrum index of a spread of notable and common writers of various ages, I'd refer to that;

... I hear endless voices of retribution about how hateful this type of discourse is, [somehow]. (Me).

But: with a few quarters of early modern period European stuff, and a background and interest in Classical learning in various humanities, the Google Translate "Babel" app concept, of this day and age, in summer 2018, is a particular treat for some sort of mind, of novel experimentation; obviously, of many years of development, scripting, databasing, and coding - all among many variant colloquial dialectic considerations of localities, and of colonial acquisitions throughout regions, over centuries - all brought to light in a simple and intelligent transliterative package of Proto-Indo-European phonetic alphabet, within reasonable lexical semiotic and semantic intelligibility, for even a person over a decade removed from actively studying French or Latin. I did also have some years in on Spanish learning, back in high school, which obviously lays a groundwork for the various subjective persona and referents-therein, of the sentence and verb structure, as well as the dynamics within sentence structure that English (American-standard) speakers of my peerage and upbringing were common about; that we were brought up with in suburban Los Angeles, CA, along the Baja Pacific Peninsula-mainland, leading in to the 21st century, as millennials.

Apparently, as interesting as it is to seem to be at the helm of groundbreaking discovery, I constantly, as I'm working on developing concepts more hefty than text-centric blogging «stuff», and I sometimes, of this bloc's content, divert into all sorts of variant stuff :

There is a project development page of Google Cloud Platform,

That they're on it, already; much more than zapf-dingbats is new context for discovery.

https://developers.google.com/international/

It's just one of many dozens of resources for an inspired mind of a domains.google-driven various website development contextual finds-yourself

To expand upon, once some reasonable grasp on many aspects of computer software programming intelligence is established, in the Google Cloud Platform Developer's array of "stuff" offered at this point in time.

I've been attracting the local flock of pigeons by the freeway over here, apparently; I've got to get to tossing out some seeds and water, etc., and back to trying to clean my place up. :)

Sunday, August 12

A short summer walk's recyclables jaunt pulls in some impressive guano aside and discarded tobacco. [Photos]

I came across a freeway underpass with a particularly rich abundance of pigeon guano,

So I collected it, upon considering that I might otherwise neglect it and it could possibly be cleaned up before I come back to it.

I found several dumps of cheap cigar tobacco and a bone-dry pigeon corpse. I found the corpse compelling for creating and developing towards a future Kunstkamera Museum, perhaps, of pigeon-lore.

I also found a nice 4-tier stacker table to later organize my coconut guano air-curing receptacles with the aim of establishing a special variety Nicotiana tabacum varietal, later on this year, or next planting season.

The guano haul weighs about 10-15 pounds. It's a particularly biologically active, vile mess of guano and fluff, right from underneath a freeway overpass, and I would swear that the disease organisms are ready to infest any living creatures nearby. I'm fortifying with ionic minerals and antibiotics; me and the pigeons. I'm considering perhaps putting the materials through a slow roast right away to kill any living creatures and their eggs.







Sunday, August 5

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The concept is simple enough.

I have slow I/O data connections on my device, and I Can read and functionally take in signifiant contributions of non-volatile web-standards sites,

but then, 

if only 

the site would also jaunt 


side-loading parallèle iPigeon jaunt leisure aside pop-ups,

Par en vous être sont ils símiliaęræsthèsiment


even slightly jauntededAF'ed... 

a bit more bíftęk bonne âmes flame broiled tri-tip shitsicles triste incursion of à late-heraldry dept. 

Of public affairs-socioalètrivsisselesmonts,

which happened to be a trying 25 days or so, much of which was better off in that it was a trash dumpster years-end move outs-academiesiaetiques of the recyclables-bum coverage area,

which I've been looking and feeling alright to jaunt-triste alley-trash dumpster diving-bum, 

yet it doesn't get weird, from my volatility profile fluff. 

Other bums walk on the same streets, why not a garbage recycler clothing enthusiast tech life style blogger standard fluffboy academic dégrée and à load-bearing bum profile kit? Pretty standard to dig through the trash, yet a non-domesticated variety bum.

There were tons of Asian .pharma ad hoc OTCs and some prescribables; tricyclical anti-depressants, 

and I'm not for fluffing pharma nitro butyri smokin' "meth," ... 

Smoking is tobacco and cigars. 

An un-justified jaunt-inclusive Nabisco diet triste would be ... «okay»; they're

1:2:3 

biscuitées compagnie nationelle in a card box; supposedly:
« !...whatever ... » 

I call the ingress monolithiques-historic Nabisco-socialite-bifték 

bonne déjeuner for a sçhweaky peut-être commentaire on the bleeding of gums, méat bits in the teeth, some fleas-smellin' piss, leanAF diet on tech rotary codices in a filthy outdoors environment, 

and then the window-to-street ratio is 

so not Guy who did it himself 

kind of 
fluff-triste animal cruelty thing, and it smells like it, as Well, outside. 

I'm going to follow up GTD on my 

tobacco curing crop Summer gardening project, 

and purchase ionic minerals, gallon of milk, then perhaps [or before], 

workup some mockup linguistics soundex homologies of charset standards of validly jaunt-loading 

bif-coto-proteries-schqueaf-schqueaf, 

à rawr râ rawrr.. 

then I have to encode the resonant-spinners-toy district jaunt to do a makeshift pigeon ciconne-pipe-machine organ, made of spinners, instead, 
«perhaps». 
I have some more un-published blog notebook article to upload, after this one.  

Unicode Typography Library for a Font Design Presentation and Custom Hosted Font Project - to do.

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Saturday, August 4

Reimagining the iPigeon.institute home exhibition.

With the new guests of the establishment,

The pigeons I purchased from 6th at Wall Street, by Skid Row,

I'm thankfully befitted with a quieter outlook; there were some notions that being guilty of cruelty to animals was a knee-jerk obvialty. 

Apart from reestablishing precedence, I'll take what I'm left with and go with perspective. Obviously, the place ought to be wrought with purpose for the pigeons. The place lives for them; they're significantly king and queen of the feral pigeons, in place and in purpose. I could expand upon this stated belief, but I believe I had done so, in previous blogs. 

The significant gist of the matter is that during last month's unseemly revue about the neighborhood corner I occupy, in my section 8 apartment, in which there were unending, relentless, and what I would aught consider to simply be a racial maturity divide, in which I simply couldn't possibly reach them, and I detailed it on twitter.

Link (collection - breakdown of last month on Twitter).

Regardless of anything, it was many things inappropriate. On some level, I had, in effect and in essence, elevated my status-rated universal significance bearing by a lot, on account of my habititude and whereabouts, which landed me a spot suitable, thereupon, to carry out a bevy of historically Wikipedia articles significant fare: of such things as common historical intrigue that had eluded me, previously, in scholarly works, research; investment.

That being the case, I'm very interested in getting started on my French Roll parchment transcription of my blogs, here, on iPigeon.institute, so far: in case some sort of fated disaster might happen, and also to slow the brakes on projected development, to take a step back and to go over the content I'd already produced, which I felt was compelling, at the time I wrote it. 

I've got a vast mess of clothes and kitchen stuff to wrest with; although I feel that, after the long battle and siege of last month, that I've been graced, by God and by virtue, with a wherewithal and wellness that will see me suited quite well enough to clean and organize my place; a task bearer's status claim which I feel was vastly laid claim over, due to my simple entrant's place state-of -in-life: that of a welfare housing recipient. I felt it my place to assert my wellness and buck the trends that apparently were, of those eyes upon me of people who were aught to assist me, who laid more than eyes upon sight, being that I was their client, and that welfare was their job.

Pictured here is the general task I'm forthwith faced with.



Wednesday, August 1

I got some real pigeons; a fantail and an Arabian.

They're a breeding pair,

I walked them most of the way home, to ensure their stability and safety during rush hour traffic. I was notably stalked by at least some individual, who keeps pulling over on the street and talking to me, and meanwhile, the presence of police activity as they showed up, was significantly up and down my specific beat, the windy corridor.

They did fairly well, coming home. I think that they are going to be faced with a significant burden on their stability, being that there's a local roost of pigeons nearby and I've collected their dry poop as guano, which has been curing here, and it has a significant attractive of molecular energies quality to it, as the wild pigeon roost poop is raw materials and wild birds don't notably have a source of water to drink, that I know about, around here; I believe that there will be some significant strain on domestic pigeons such that I've purchased, for the fact that perhaps simple osmosis of energies will take place between this pair and the wild population, outside.

Aside from that, I hope that the birds will herald an opportunity for creating a nice home here, and many pigeon homesteading adventures as a process of learning.

Thursday, July 26

Compto-prot-orthogphiware, via alternate charsets, through Standards of Common Commons.

Functional Design serves not only to serve, but to do nothing at all, really, just done.
A spark of an idea-tomographical leximême photograph of what purports to set out to be a monograph, one for this gig-morning:productivity - competence mockup of some stuff that will power some thrust, perhaps.
1st one-off idea-note-taken:

HardwáreProç'e'čràp bin«ª»ríêt pigęonne sçhweak   HardwareParce to the byte-lengthnqjqjqjqjqj machine binary logoarioctet numerical rhythm, as an attentuated expansion/ compression

Based on some ingress about using "licensed" webpost derivative squat-pwning locality-empowered malicious neglected people, who appear amidst à vast anti-productions-enterprise publications arrête, like I dont notice non-un-standard individuals-behavior: nothing of note. People are playing the "something's srsly:[leave:ignore:lecture] they play off of standard Common psychologies and valid équitable social guilt standards - no bumAF jaunts on the sidewalks, imaginably, for garbage, clothes, and recyclables.

Pretty weird stuff, pwning the streets scène and subaural à rawrr-rawrr... sçhweaky schqueaky... with à hot telescoping broadway street-surfaces-amplitude pwn of «at minimum, me». People around me aren't very standard, either, of the fluff-triste transient-stalker crisis-actors of ruining the climate of the windy corridor main functional positioning azimuté strange inconstituency of somehow, particularly hot in this area.

It's unseasonably trash-laden in the streets, and the pwn kiosk drive-up société is jaunting hip-hop tracks.

Thèse were some sources that held some insight and entreaty into developing à reasonably Euclidean-spheres various-harmonic relations-parallel-scripting-parse language breakout arrête, perhaps for an ambient side-loaded accessibility-features novelty processing kit for partite-confīte splotch - of an arbitrarily pwn status jaunt street-living-room mix demographic; it's pretty vulgar, and I hear awful travesties-dramatics in various onsets constantly throughout the day. 

https://html.spec.whatwg.org/#common-microsyntaxes

That, some schema dot org stuff, some microformats stuff, some claims on strange underlying psychologies of the someone involved in getting the re-pub stuff up;

My général take is that if it's Common to any degree, I'll come upon the source as relied-upon needs-to matériel, and then I'll leave it again, since it's not un-standard-no:it's not standard psychology.

Notebook working on a visual-design quatrærtholgmo»omot‹alg«or»g.9řc≥tet byte loading machine language parsing aesthetics standard source material breakout-arrays.


The concept is simple enough. I have a slow I/O data connections on my device, and I Can read and functionally take in signifiant contributions of non-volatile web-standards sites, but then, if only the site would also jaunt side-loading parallèle iPigeon jaunt leisure aside pop-ups, to mimick being even slightly jauntededAF'ed... a bit more better than shitsicles triste incursion of à late-heraldry dept. Of public affairs-socioalètrivsisselesmonts, which happened to be a trying 25 days or so, much of which was better off in that it was a trash dumpster years-end move outs-academiesiaetiques of the recyclables-bum coverage area, which I've been looking and feeling alright to jaunt-triste alley-trash dumpster diving-bum, yet it doesn't get weird, from my volatility profile fluff. Other bums walk on the same streets, why not a garbage recycler clothing enthusiast tech life style blogger standard fluffboy academic dégrée and à load-bearing bum profile kit? Pretty standard to dig through the trash, yet a non-domesticated variety bum. 

Chère were tons of Asian .pharma ad hoc OTCs and some prescribables; tricyclical anti-depressants, and I'm not for fluffing pharma nitro butyri smokin' "meh," ... Smoking is tobacco and cigars. An un-justified jaunt-inclusive Nabisco diet triste would be okay; they're 1:2:3 biscuité compagnie nationelle in a card box; supposedly:« !...whatever ... »

I call the ingress monolithiques-historic Nabisco-socialite-bifték bonne déjeuner for a sçhweaky peut-être commentaire on the bleeding of gums, méat bits in the teeth, some fleas-smellin' piss, leanAF diet on tech rotary codices in a filthy outdoors environment, and then the window-to-street ratio is so not Guy who did it himself kind of fluff-triste animal cruelty thing, and it smells like it, as Well, outside. 

I'm going to follow up GTD on my tobacco curing crop Summer gardening project, and purchase ionic minerals, gallon of milk, then perhaps [or before], workup some mockup linguistics soundex homologies of charset standards of validly jaunt-loading bif-coto-proteries-schqueaf-schqueaf, à rawr râ rawrr.. then I have to encode the resonant-spinners-toy district jaunt to do a makeshift pigeon ciconne-pipe-machine organ, made of spinners, instead, maybe. 

I have some more un-published blog notebook article to upload, after this one.

Tuesday, July 24

On: the thrust that would power a colony moving to outer space. From Twitter.com/jay_ammon

Substituently:upon coming across Volatility in any commerce of situation, a crouch, wings-to-the-hind-being backwards thrust, to flying muscles-development aesthetic Grecian urn lifter athleticism is a multivariate grounding and considerate act to invoke. I came upon this notion while trying to archive for usage:attenuation of convolution reverb impulse responses (IRs; audio engineering) on an early morning and I witnessed, of continuous South LA Jet Stream aeroplane engine vast chaos of granular noise; the thrust that was slow-moving, compared to a jet-engine, but this thrust was a thrust that didn't have an arc to it, and it would likely power the jaunt-enterprise-extra-terrestrial into outer space, with how thrust it was moving. That would be a lot of Grecian urn lifts. The scalar-offset-dynamic thrusts of the torso and limbs is a particularly challenging and virtuous movement exercise; essentially forming the body's inertial momentum into what might aught be instability or par-stituęvaitre energetic arrête for the surrounding environment. It's very obvious when the movement fails to balance itself and fit, physiognomically within a 1:1 or similar ratio of just and slight variance; what kind of battery would the thrust exercise movement power of the individual? Then I heard, allegorically ad hoc, that all massive industrial enterprise apparatus are run entirely upon human power, in order to be properly sustainable energy and valid worth in a competitive world power economy. I was so intent on blogtastic'ing about [something...] I can't entirely relate, after the days-spent awake in crisis amongst people around me, based on auf of such fluff sociopathic small-enterprise sociopath per-donnez-vraít, just seething "how white/Chinese/faggot he is; Jay." That was the gist of the long story blog entry; it hasn't gone up yet, in favor of more valid Pigeon-TasTasTic content arrete into molecular dynamics of storage devices, alphanumerical I/O fluffboy Au Ff new boy triste pwn psycho-autonomy practices, for serious professional takes as the stenographer's dicta tech psy-tripedenienne aux les valid passable dendrites of non-constituency demographic of unh-uhh... the stenographer...? Someone's on it wtf panshitsicles triste tri-state murderer au psychopathic acute axis 1 crisis demography, etc. Somebody is delimiting the ratio:to:faggot AF triste dendritis-tristecles gallon of milk/per day dieting, no romantic consideration about shitsicles AF trifle-poof-AF shit out the ass, and the ionic gaseous internals to deal with proximity jaunt - for athleisure bums Lifestyle And then, ... gallon of milk / per day and then walking through skid row? That's some valid proximity fluffboy tastastic new shit of a materials/trash/recyclables jaunt tech-and-lifestyle blogtastic array of considerable molecular and all sorts of arretic substituent organisme although most people are okay with a fashionable bum athleisure technical institute jaunt, for all-purpose fuckboytastastic class class class class classic AF jaunt, ... like a real one. The significant takeaway on the topic is that thrill-seekers are constantly fraught with a debt of resource misallocation and thievery of the Nuclear molecular energy {STEM} materials of raw periphery significant means of fletching the innards and worth of the localities:we exist. The vast bold Yukon divergent sociopath is simply a typically "can't help this person well and properly enough" to make the individual fit into society and communicate the forensic dendritic fluff past Freudian imperative cautionary stance, beyond the stats-rated fluff personae of the fluffboy-tastastic Los Angeles classically national historical heritage establishment au triste compatriot ... So much fluff AF considerable college years to discourse validity about, this is civilian life, to be real. But in compete:for nutritional intake, I do fluff off vast yukons of data science periphery and valid nepotism of executive's fluff of so many coteries of fluffboy-tastastic meaty burgers - of course I could do a jack in the box receipt survey jaunt on top of a jumbo jack jaunt: for a bum laid out on the streets, Pigeon-TasTasTic fluff demographic, for burgers? It's a fashionable bum-charity-lifestyle destination that exceeds distributing edible validated garbage au garbage: retail bisték-grilled meat: for a bum. That's how Freudian it gets. {Me}

Sunday, July 22

My yesterday-early morning geocache localization development efforts - Mark Twain Branch LA Public Library Review, [stalkers showed up during the day, substituently, regardless]

The Mark Twain Branch of the Los Angeles Public Library is a branch in it's youthful stage in life; it is clean and new, on one hand. The book selection is probably mostly dependent on reasonable accommodations for any branch or local offerings, although it seems like they shuffle through some up-and-coming book titles here [although I typically seem to like it better when I do a quick flip-through of the (then) interesting stuff.

Without this "place" in the area, serious criminal autonomy over some rare victims of profiling-for-stalking and pwn jaunt athleisure dominance games of young folks, some of whom are simply incapable of being honest...

I go here to reconvene on my social media outlets when I've been somehow deprived of my mobile device. It's super close to my new move-in section 8 lifestyle thing going on, and some people jaunt on stuff like that, for buntiglios crowd-stalking efforts, and for (commonly) Freudian oh FML! wtf fluff demographics, but the locals are nice. Locals are always nice.

If I had to pick between this branch, as an outing, compared to the central library, the stalking-group violent-threat demographic commonly keeps me home-bound, so I stay home and jaunt. Now I have a mobile phone, but it's not quite like a resourceful impactful research jaunt at the central library on a gallon of milk diet (per day) for the AF fluff gastronomical novelty when I pass by non-eating types on that day. [I fart...].

Aside from that, people take pretty standard poops in the bathroom, comparatively; 95% of the homeless around here are transients, so a non-local triste fluff demographic is notably strange, I'd believe people would think, as well as myself. Even the people who aren't stalking people might agree that some people show up as stalkers, and it's weird. Sometimes they try to pull the most ostensible racial disparagement au jour, strangely.

That being said, most people simply don't stalk people, so it's noticeable when non-local fluff moves in to hold people hostage and the Nuclear Regulatory Committee gets micro-bots peepin' in on the slight Holocaust long-standing identity stuff [people of stuff].

On the other hand, I get talked up a srsly get some timing together to handle the stalking threat at an inconvenienced discrepancy of WGAF, they're stalkers? I know I'm being watched, and being a sociopath on top of that is so stopping my central library researching jaunts, and I'm being held up for:stalking him:purposes, can't clean my home type of thing.

I think that schools around here don't really fill up, and I read in the Economist that people are halting on having babies, statistically. People make stark decisions to simply die off around considering a life to be disparaged for any reason, to be honest. To some people, it's just obvious that people look and act as they will, and for racial disparities in South Los Angeles, simple as that. (also for stalking for sex trafficking, as if life couldn't be better, to mention on broadcast).

I try to fill my mind with book-like thoughts, instead of stuff like that. 🤔

Thursday, July 19

Homesteading pigeon guano as fertilizer for an upcoming cigar tobacco planting and curing cottage industry enterprise for the .institute

I picked up some reading material at the Los Angeles Public Library Central Library Branch; (Google Maps)

Regarding tobacco:

Most of the books there on tobacco cultivation and curing (few in number, yet undoubtedly rich in information), are labeled "R" in the call number, for "Reference," [meaning that they are somewhat valuable and rare titles meant for study and 'reference' explicitly at the library branch where the book is found].

That being said, I had limited spree in diving into my latest iPigeon research and homesteading project: growing a baby pigeon'ed vintage tobacco crop and curing au petít vintägé: a fine cigar tobacco, perhaps years in the making.

There are some lots nearby with empty land, and one of them is definitely a community garden lot. There's a spot on my side of the street that's as of yet gone to weeds and dry hay in between a large home and a church that seems a reasonable aspiration if I talk up the neighbors about it and see what they think. I have a shovel that's been left outside my place here, perhaps it's a serendipitous sign.

I've got to work on homesteading my seller's positioning to pitch the idea to the relevant parties, and I've just yesterday finally fixed my General Relief social welfare benefit money of $221 per month that I receive. I'm planning on making a trip out to a
<<[somewhere]; (a place around greater Los Angeles that retails a fine strain of cigar-leaf tobacco)>> 

  1. gardening shop so I can purchase seeds. 
  2. Whole Foods [undecided, as to "about which one... (?)]. Does the implicit worth of the general periphery and locality of the source of stocked retail ionic minerals play into the as-purchased consumer's worth and value commodity's gain in ionic mineral content?
I've got some celebrant commodity and some dilemma in my homesteading and self-initiative civic care of the local pigeon flock: I've located the roosting de facto (Google Maps) of the local sitting herd pride of pigeons: localized to my couple-of-blocks-proximity. 
  •  I've spotted several dead pigeons recently around the local area. I tried to take some in to preserve them; I found that doing so invites a bevy of unheralded concerns and heaps of responsibility: properly caring for the deceased, and preserving a specimen for taxidermic interest. It's a novel and interest-aside pursuit of where-energies-investigative-research and development claims-investments ought currently be attributable, best practices of a .institute homesteading ad hoc development arc in mind. Perhaps some other time. ([Future link to:] expand on the subject).
  • I hopped the fence onto state property (mea culpa [attr.]) and gathered 4 plastic grocery bags of pigeon guano and shallow underlying dirt. Subsequently, I underwent an acute onslaught of parasitic interest in me, perhaps of significance in delimiting the bounds and extents for within [maintaining par relevance: bounds-pigeons-pertains]: perhaps an insight into how and why so many pigeons are turning up dead locally, so commonly, recently. 
  • I surmised that the pigeon guano (droppings) were a multi-foray crisis to the birds, and to the local area, in general (in human toll). It turns out that pigeon guano has some special considerations, as might any raw material resource / fertilizer-from-scratch. Hordes of mosquitos hounded me for days, and the pestilence definitely put me under as goes for an as-if-anything: so au jour and about town take on conquering the day for several days this past week. Luckily I had my cache of pharma-curative products and luxe accoutrements of toiletries, etc. from the post-year-end USC student apartment dumpster dive foray of a week or two ago (link). The crux of the situation is that the droppings were plentiful, they're rich in mineral raw materials-resource, and it's a science-bounds-it-is <<it-all>> such that the material merits realized and implemented safe handling and storage procedures. ([Link: recipe - home project try-out of an {aromatics: electrolytics-sugars: oxalic acid: plant-and-animal fats: balsamic (wine alcohol, grape must) vinegar: pigeon guano: and salts} slight au jour quant aux données à prendre d'hommes parisienne bonnes des oeuvríer sur les faut cuisinaire provençale:
From Google Translate:
- as to the data to be taken from Parisian men good to work on the needs of Provençal cooking

I'll work on fleshing out the unpublished article-blog content shortly.

  • More on the uses and cautions involved in working with pigeon guano, at homesteadingtoday.com forums. 

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