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Friday, January 4

January 3rd, 2019 - contemplating the new tri-sept-"something" orthographies of the passing days of the years (only less than one year, so far; yet the Fall and Winter months of October and December are so ostensibly logos about Decimary and hexa-octet number bases of logarithmic counts. (Photo: an ass-sitting slade cloud trawl orthographic slade-cirrus cloud)

For spending an evening out (or something) that happened yesterday, I ended up framing my day's overnight home-based development efforts on trying to provision my latest device purchase acquisition - a Viking ÏÏ RCA 10-inch tablet purchase from Target at USC for $99.95 plus tax and CA electronics recycling fee - $5.00, in trying to wrap my mind around setting up a [free] Wi-Fi tethering notion to get my other devices, yet here, last evening, the Viking ÏÏ tablet, so that I could perhaps get it on to the Google Play Store and set up accounts, get it to be a well-burgeoned tablet device for development, perhaps reading, or something along those lines.

I did notice that the tablet has a great battery life; for being new, and that large format text document reading and page-layout work would do well on the device.

I've been ruining my consumer identity around town by the hopeless drug-addict wakeful days in between taking my Olanzipine and crashing out, comfortably (mostly) during the majority of the past month. My receipts had gotten beat up, in the trawlin' slade of my small space living spot by the bathroom; the front living room is purely trash('ed) former bwammo-stent-catheter artery bleed of what could have been an au jour pigeons illustrative slight exhibition of a clean room open space notion that I had, originally, about the place.

Could I do bake sales on the SprightlySparrowSeedlings.shop notion to burgeon some sort of funding mechanism of rational museum / institute foundry leanings beyond the hapless tweaker trawl and corner "spot" neighborlyness positioning factor of the apartment, amidst the marijuana co-op "whatever;" (sigh) [perhaps] ostensibly they sell hard drugs as well, but I trust my Skid Row people to not be uncommon faces for what I'm shown' up for; plus I'd find it distasteful if I had such a trite leisurely neighborly slade of just peeking groundhog out of my sladeAF bwamm-man-cave [at least I developed - this winter - a valid cheese culture of Eggnog beginnings]; but no.

I did go out and try to get some recyclables collecting hours out on foot, and the hibernation, given the climate disparities from here: 90003.zipcode Los Angeles to DTLA - amidst the trawling slade domestic abuse living room and the self-somewhat responsibility burden that's obvious - yet I'd still say that the mess is not quite fully my own to live up and out from and claim that I'm simply so slade for domestic airtime cold and ghostly notions of what people would consider communicability; it's all very communicable via discourse and reason, considering the reality of that I would obviously consider myself a better person than that, given some words; yet the prospect of being involuntarily hospitalized is an ugly slade shade of shitsicles left unheeded, no asswipe, and there's never nothing to discover, of found-objects, for ass-wiping of an art historian humanities major of at minimum, Bachelor's Degree earning, such as myself.

That being said, I've got what appears to be a uniquely professional (now) take on a case manager for my "case," which is an off-hand strange notion, but I suppose things could be magnitudes more depraved if a person wasn't quite straight in the sladeAF pronz-on hibachi teppan-yaki sweet sauce for his own meat - flossing teeth: sometimes.

I do still feed the birds.

The Wi-Fi and BLE tethering does work; although apparently not quite well enough to outperform my trite locality of the majority of my mobile on-air and thankfully - unlimited, regardless of how slow and legacies broadband Wi-Fi heritage research I'm doing it is has had been, and I don't quite find it so inappropriate. I can hold off most things of a madman's shortcomings, yet ... "Whatever;" - perhaps. On one hand, it is a new year, and the slade of this trawl of mobile web and app development has produced all sorts of scarcely scratching the surface of just how sladeAF and out-of-Gregorian calendar timescale (perhaps particularly a California notion); yet in taking a look at internationalization of ohone number calling code distribution, the United States of America is taking on all sorts of small island Arby's beefy slim slices and pork buns, without any notion of ever needing to spare the hog much, at the end of the lifecycle, etc.

For now, I do SprightlySparrowSeedlings, of farm work, myself, and even at that, it's a returned purchases thing, as it turned out.

I've got to redeem my better notions of myself on app and ccTLDs and gTLDs, so obviously.

Work out some legal Federal Government Entity and EIN and self-sladeAF? Nah, bwam-bwipsicles shirtlessness, no doubt'nif'nin', I'd had to square it away as, as a grants and Federal funding application residual wash-up on last year's development people's funding that it had been - ostensibly, they'll perhaps acknowledge that they were just fucking around and no one did anything museum cultural agriculture Urban appreciable, in the jaunt-slade'd bwammAF slade of the snifflin'ness and a jaunted AF slade look of a real one -

Something like that.

Maybe, though, something for children - completely aside from depravity, unbeknownst.

The reach and spread of the developer documentation libraries of big tech is far burgeoned in to a discrete technical lexicographies dictattaphoneuse of what problems were caused, what presents of them, and solutions of open-source pie-slices of a bake sale, perhaps supposing that people had not jaunted a small-islands slight population Earth's orthographies topographically sladeAF, perhaps by the view of a satellite looking down upon the bwammAF of this one - way jaunted AF slade bwammo that this one's about.

"Suppose?"

Tuesday, December 11

Some slakeAF iPigeon « Propper » Scrum jotUps for a SprightlySparrowSupposin.jar Pop-in Hibernate: Java-based Android OS Kustom Widget of KLDT Development to Come.

Here are some original Inktober Tumblr-down-to-custom-blog site regaliae ink brush illustration works from October-ish of 2018.


These works accompany an hours-upon-hours post-trawl regaliaeux XV VVLXMMIIIpwnBwammmooooo speech of what had been jaunted as a most 


Satirically lès-ont-fourre-caricaturríesse med. poínt ink brush gestural re-jaunteded iconic pigeons-poses for mobile app and website / native operating system hibernate Java-based .jar syscall and UX egress of Analytics-remarketing-sais-non-plus-monetizable slakeAF user garbage, of objectionable concrete sidewalk-slab-flam, as it would ostensibly turn out to be, 


to pay back ostensible legions of debt, for so much bwa-bwammAF jaunted couchnights of seemly sees-it-does-it corner rug scraping bitsies-fweeking - un-rehabilitated by a Sprightly Supposin' Sparrow slakeAF of bwammo pigeons and sparrows - to get in the way of your jaunt aux-haute-bachi genetically bwa-bwammAF xoichleosure of choisçty-munchies fwam out on a couch, like that.






A development goal wishlist grab pack pigeonKit for my SprightlySparrowSupposin.jar development aims.

To develop a Java-based Android OS code module / widget

- commonly known to Linux and Mac OS X users as a .jar file,

  • Otherwise (supposedly) .jar stands for Java App(location) Resource; or [... * application resource], according to <A href="www.acronymfinder.com/Java-Archive-(JAR).html>Acronym Finder</a>

A .jar is somewhat heralded back to earlier days of a notion of an applet,  
  •  which could ostensibly be confusing, of a history of coming from an Apple Computer development-learning literature, that it had been, 
Yet a .jar is what the system call miniature process and the resources contained therein entail.

To that end, I'm set about in learning various operating system call scripting algorithms; 

The one that seems to pertain most ostensibly to this development aim is called Hibernate, for Java.


I've also downloaded an IDE (Integrated Development Environment) for Java on Android, as well as: (importantly, I would presume) a study app for Core Java Skills; here, Android OS development is at Core Java 8

<A href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.eternal.soft.corejava8>

Sunday, December 9

A quick photo insert: perhaps some notion to affirm what I'd trawled out on Google Maps while recently highly curious about some sort of impending watershed disaster burgeoned by recent Southern California and Los Angeles [others; of] demographics depravities. As

In connection to recent surveying of the California terrain and topography of [several] the area I live in, places I frequent, recently; maps pertaining to affected areas of the recent California Wildfires.

I was caught by a blazing spirit of need for validation as well as supposing that I am, perhaps: a concededly mentally unwell common holistic self-status and discrete demographic as source development, pigeon-minded and prospectus outlook; of imagining: perhaps via not much of a {supposing} « supposing » sort of mindset beyond what the pop-up story purpose crisis for me to simply: otherwise, "suppose" that I truthfully" the beyond what I, at this, and in foreseeable ued to come: common happen-stance circumstances:

Do suppose that I would come to speak of; (write and type)

Think of unimaginably {constituent sort of myself; perhaps there are others, reasonably, orarbitrarily correlative} simply strange and perhaps, (in beginning to suppose; of anything): ostensibly [grain of truth]: milled-out, over time, as worthy and true: schizotipal auraldible bits; here and there, rich tapestries of what would off-hand, otherwise, I suppose - constitute imaginable stuff that I would have a mind about.

A look off to the horizon, where there are near or off-shore clouds that dip down, of intervalling; which I imagine constitutes a gravitational flow of the fulluvial flow of the groundwater layer between what m 





Wednesday, December 5

For some obvious reason - ostensibly unnacceptably a fearful, yet strangely, as well; conspicuously obvious to me : as strange in it's seeming constituent: self - purpose, needs-driven goal actualization: the morning drive-up traffic at the place across the street coincides with some "such says" as had been to speak on.

Given that I'm working on local

-izing the

solution, 

Of the conceivable regional

land and human actualization of

material worth;

I might say that; to speak of, there is somewhat simply not much of 

valuated significant 

upper crust; of the Earth's seismic continental layers; 

Here: salvageable, as far as non-combative 

steps back; in supposing that, at a time such as such doubly and multiply so; (at that), 

Simply, to repeat; yet 

the {sigh} significant inconceivable 

is simply what's happening to me.

of a first off: thoughtless mind to think up of such disorder that had not been learned wrong: most commonly,

yet here, the most conscious-minded, yet conspicuôusly concealed, as of supposing that the conscious mind understands; of the perceives - 

that it would serve the natural order, most needfully.

That being said, the doleful-mindedness of the

oh, hoh,

Oh. Okay.

The constituent inconceivable need for valuated worth of [representative form], yet for qualitatively viscerally engineering-means-supported,

It does appear that people are disparaging the natural order in being needfully served.




Tuesday, December 4

Early December, 2ⁿ18. The Broadway windy Corridor at Manchester .farm nursery seedlings from Armstrong's Nursery Center in Pasadena.

As an .institute Founding Director of a domains.google - purchased web property purpose(ing), today {-esque} I've reinforced the notion that slakingAF trawl-mining is bisque, to a reasonably-chowder reasonably pork-shoulder slow-roasted oven night; for the sake of the fact that trawlin' webAfFs never ends, yet milling crête materials-resources into slakenAF trawlin' feed is unfashionable; the notably fux*swquif-⅝fwa-BAMM! af : most world-class-trendy Renegade Craft Fair Nº of ChinatownDTLA 8-9th

Thursday, November 29

Quick Emergency Regional and Coastal alert about an impending depravity crime of satanism, following from the Manson years of the 1960's generation. This date being November 29th, 2018 - 11/29/2018. time GMT-8:00 or GMT-9:00 (Pacific Islands) - victims are I and my family: Beatrice Fung, my mother - age 85-90ish or so. My father, Ray Ammon, possibly around the same age, of looks, but he is 10 years older. He had a recent birthday. So did my older brother, Garry Ammon. He had a wife, Ruby; last time I had spoken to him. They had 2 children together; t₹|

The gist is that (the story I had heard and is published on Reuters):


As a quick aside, my phone service or capable contiguous conscious self - for being stalked for stuff that I would entertain as a long-gone-unbeknownst to me:


As towards / for the sake of the fact that it is such common knowledge that I had publicly decried the


Willing and intentional 

* Not « known » to me as to speak of the years that had passed, 

nature of and magnitude of disparagement of all of society; and here, in noting : that today is significantly rainy; 

Yesterday was conspicuously, on the other hand - completely sunny. 


There's some

Micah Electric - "betting Bitcoins"

- in Reference to the untimely and debacled timely delivery of this blog article publication; as 

I'm using a new keyboard language for input, and 

this one, Gujarati; I find to be not quite very different, yet reasonably aesthetically suitable, given that perhaps 


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