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.

The transliterative word intensive is likened to hearing the sprighteningly sparrow's squabble at morning, or at shop.

It is considerate of recombinate features that sincile a due-to-forth unferstanding of the imperative-ness-aietivity unsecle-supposed, ... Ahem... Of the at-hand.

Its, ...

To attest to -

The at-hand :

- of feeding the sparrows, at minimum, as a stated expectation,

- typically; would follow :

;

Some pigeons as well.

Some mentioning of the pidginHub.app[space] undersranding of what it means to be properly pidgin, in English. (With plenty of emphasis on feeding the birds, as well).

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A weekend of trifle, blasphemous drama - the various things of the linear mind date time and identity - to Pasadena and then out of town.

Things have been getting to have been seen as an emergent crisis beyond attestment at my home, and 

:

in leaving, there were others in various locales to consparige the debacle. 

Although seeming nothing (much) new, there was an alts-jours carnival in establishment of being set up on the foray of my turn street, at home, at Broadway at 90th - stretching to Manchester. It was an unexpected and somewhat beauteous thing to imagine that there was a carnival simply, as such - right outside my front door, just up the street; me with my pigeons carnival blog and app in development. 

I had achieved several of many things that ought have needed to have been done by now - this day being Sunday the 14th, and many of my endeavors having been disparaged of interrent, latent, or otherwise - various debacles of a less merited cause for me to have attached myself to during those times.  

A unique photographic moment caught this past week.

Jay Ammon, Founding Directory of iPigeon.institute.

mbed'ing the Google Assistant Services (gRPC) Software Development Kit on to your Google AIY Voice Kit 2.0 Raspberry Pi Zero WH board from Target.

curl -sSL https://~`/•^°\=✓*bwip!!.com/installSlædeAeffe.™pac | sudo bash

???? {something like that, maybe}

The point is to develop the single threaded processor as a Complex Instruction Single Compute CISC processor (perhaps ad hoc usage somewhat)

to manage the various duties that the board can field and relay as far as sensory I/O and for the voltage required to push or throttle the calibration of the compressor/envelope signals in some notion of that the Google Assistant API - which is a massive undertaking of interfacing capabilities in libs and process-scripting of requiring all of Google's API repositories in being suited on-hand for the controller device as a « self-hosted » full server interface.

Important: this librarybwipp/>∆ is known as « gRPC » on GitHub or similar Unix / Linux architecture sort repository.

This sort of purpose in enterprise développent is otherwise known as a .icu (colloquially), of general Top Level Domain web app development.

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  # Perhaps, 1st of all, port scan (ioctl?) [Check]

      # the mbed board; perhaps at platformio.org (best

          # site for embedded device platforming, frameworks

         # and as a lib / script / proc - subtype

       # « customizing » (tryna) purpose about IoT device board

     # purchases in slædd'nAeFFé™ multivariate distributions

   # to bwipp pigeon around, see what's bwi-bwippsies

   

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    # « | »

     is

    

« %7c »

in

  tcp/udp ipv4/v6 in the address line.

  # # in case your browser features a command-address line as for the

Straight Line | | delineator separator thing, as for UTF-8

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At some point, it's back to the instructions for doing the development board mbed thing of getting it working or better.

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Creating a Virtual Environment

  in

Python 3.3(+) 

     with

          Lib/venv

         

The 'venv' module.

Invoking the virtual environment is important to previz the middle ground between scripting code and commands (libs / firmware flashing) in to the embedded device.

# # you'll need to know the path to your desired destination device, which isn't an off-hand easy thing to simply stated or claim, and as well pull it off like bwipp-si*ezzz.

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Okay, perhaps not, though. Not Python, I'd decide - for this one. I find some of the syntax in Python to be contrary to some of my efforts at understanding scripting and coding, as a musician at heart. I'm planning on going with a Java embedded platform.

Update: May 6th, 2019:

Instead of continuing to try to SSH in to the Voice Kit 2.0 as a first-off consideration, I purchased a mini-HDMI to HDMI cable at Fry's Electronics; a warehouse electronics specialty store. I was pleased to see the results when I plugged it in and booted up the system - a complete Linux operating system contained within the small Google Cardboard Voice Kit.

The home screen of the Google AIY Voice Kit 2.0 - a complete Linux operating system in and of itself

Check out my newer blog posts to see progress I've made on a concept for the AIY Voice Kit 2.0 embedded platform based on Dialogflow - a conversational interface for Google Cloud Developers.

Pigeon dinner being planned - chicken-big and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Getting ready to head out and feed the pigeons; perhaps some people as well :)

A pigeon island small feast to celebrate the warmer weather this spring.A pigeon island afternoon feeding at Food 4 Less

A pigeon island feeding afternoon at Food 4 Less.

A Google calendar Hijri alternate calendar [wakeup] debacle (stalking prank / hate crime : continuance); under the jetstream at home - a significant leveraged margin upon society.

Updating. 

A significantly cold Broadway at 90th « and whereabouts I travel, cold as well: late winter 2019 ». A (finally) peaceful enough mindset to start digging a community farm of empty lots, amidst device upgrade wishes; my identity freed, for digging, then rebuked and reclaimed after some sleep.

Significant posturing about incipient seething racial and cultural identity 

Contextually leveraged at that I could not be seen to have lived out my life appropriately as my mother had raised me, as a Christian.

The importance of making good on consumer purchases in integrity in development.

I purchased my monthly General Relief ($221 USD) welfare budget mostly at Target at the University of Southern California USC Village shopping center.

They've got some truly rare gems of offerings, some of these at comparatively better than expected prices.

I bought another RCA Viking ÏÏ Tablette, as I saw it as a great product, comparatively, from last month's purchase of the same item, with which I was able to attain a lot of good Google Play Store downloads in my searches, and I made some good progress in establishing iPigeon outings to further my pigeons carnival aspirations in a slow and dedicated manner, still decades to come, I'm sure, until they're truly carnival-ready pigeons of DTLA.

On the next day, I had been wandering around the nearby Figueroa Blvd. area, as well as around South Park and Grand in DTLA, as it was raining intermittently, and heavily, and it was particularly cold, at that.

I had gotten my feet soggy, and I'd been doing some [somewhat] gravitationally-perpective-vanishing point scaling surveying work with my Bushnell (*my - I found it laying outside) passive laser golf device "thing," (not quite sure of the model itself, but I looked it up, and it was valued at $300). I noticed (since I'm nearsighted in one eye, and mostly regular-sighted in the other eye) that, in intervals, the telescopic features of the concave and convex lenses, with the measured scaling I was practicing, in survey and grade work - which I had determined I was capable in achieving in slight measures; definitely beyond my singular and subjective personal belief. 

[Perhaps there were also ... ? Hmm... well, people were working at the new park over on the other side of the street on Grand at 11th]

; 

I had, (also), collected and retained some of my poop from the night before, which was somewhat a fortuitous and strangely burgeoned development purpose, in that I had started to become a bit irked, acutely; 

...

It was stuff happening over the course of the day, actually. I was upset about this trawled out "showing up where I'm at" thing about last caseworker I had, and her supervisor's supervisor...

Stuff like that. I was more attracted to the supposed higher up 2nd supervisor, but I found the structure somewhat strange; it was as though a bunch of people somehow had to "manage my case," in which case, they're making money off of me; 

Meanwhile I had been getting verbally abused by remote personae; this had been going on for years, decades, even. 

One lady ; ... well, she was my case manager, Rochelle Williams, that she named herself, had stated that she does not clean her own home, and I found her to be - on first meeting her, constituently something of an unprofessional « off-hand » 

Then the group of them collaboratively established me in getting hospitalized for supposed psychiatric emergency; potentially with severely depraved intimations of violence towards my mother in having been committed against me as what had transpired while I was hospitalized. 

She later had it out in the local DTLA newspaper, somewhat ad hoc with a journalistic imaginative freedom, (most perhaps-ly) as Richelle Huizar, a momentary wife caught up in and that had played out as an FBI raid upon a city counilman's data. 

It was a time of November, of « even years » ...? or do these things happen every year? Elections; sorts of stuff. 

It (not to become overly Tolstoy, intentionally), was also a time of significant egotism, strife about class-needs and demands: amongst imprisoned solitary few - here, again, the victimization of the Eastern European Caucasians, as "Jews," [as people would decry, and as have of them], and of the Cantonese Chinese, as Christian missionary-taught Protestant faithful. 

There was a whole lot of "just kidding" glance-backs at the cause as a purpose in life, and a lot of traumatic screams; there were the hospitalizations, much traffic on the streets as violently anti-social and as civic activists beyond lawfulness being attested to. 

There was much of confusion of syntactical structure; we've come a significant farce from claiming so many things of former years; some of these many I'd largely expect to simply be years on, in being younger than myself, my age at this time being age 36. 

There were lies about process fulfillment, as intimated could would did done happening, and that was in words, that it happened, yet of all that, still unfulfilled. 

There were statements as towards, "well, why not just violently revolt against all of us?"

In truth, I'd been the one to not detriment the few who have friendly faces about themselves in my common daily life, as it passes; and at that, many unfamiliar unfriendly, and some, familiarly rude... 

What might could I really say, of some measure; and then it came to suggesting of violence [this had already happened, and it happened to me, first, and beyond compulsion, in to other collaborative efforts, of a suggestively depraved-magnitudes in, in having been established, as purpose as cause for the reason for so many things, to explain, at a certain point of comprehension]. 

On one hand, simply understanding that collaborative efforts had been established, beyond lies, first and foremost; 

I'd say that that's a sorry start to a first-hand disposition and objectively subject of focus in life as a remote, off-camerata personae talker (improper; of usage, perhaps), 

and they'd simply decided to be that way in life. On one hand, I couldn't say that I much could have known much better about them in order to have treated them well, given that I'd not met them, or had hardly been acquainted, or introduced properly, at all. 

Getting in the way of development work.

Given that I'd been made (scientific control environment) fearful of things that matter to me, and that the subject is my mother, and that I'm being targeted, as well;

I'd spoken on a few days, morning through night, as best as my mind could establish work logic productivity purpose to suit, 

I made some people the topic of subject at hand.

Given that sort of discourse,

It's been established that some people, perhaps had been establishing themselves, somewhat, as cannibals amongst a professionalism (of ethics, in work practice) expectation upon my life that is obviously strange, to consider.

* Redundant, (establishing), but that's how it came out, as far as I would, and do have "had attempted," as face-to-face interactions that've been established (*again, lol) as [as overseen], unsuccessfully kiosk-as-personae walk-up constituency that's most common of being claimed as such that would be that to deride, as having had never been established in life; of my mother, for example. Me, as well; fairly much, that they treat me as; claiming further defeats upon me to come, and a hopelessly to-be: unfulfilled American dream of all manners of positive nurturing environment in psychological backdrop that I'm allowed of myself, for the virtues that I'd been raised with, and corrected about, as that there'd been deprecations along the way, yet strange, that they'd attack my mother at her home, to be sure.

That being said, there are small and measurable gains to be made in development work for the sake and manner of establishing ethical small steps in dedication to finery in mannerisms and in etiquette. 

I'd been slated a bum, for various reasons I'd call less than more than they do, as far as words that I'd put it as, yet small steps to be taken; a long road in establishing virtue in purpose in life. 

These things signify aesthetics, authenticity, singularity, as well as developmental purpose in sustainability and progress.