[reblog]: from standard.co.uk - an outreach effort on behalf of the pigeons.

In this article, a reader chimes in on the historic significance of the pigeon, as a partner during times of strife and warfare.

The Reader: Pigeons helped win war so don’t persecute them

[reblog] From Twitter: social distancing in sparrows.

I discovered this charming photo allegory to our COVID-19 social distancing rules while browsing my news feed. 

Waiting in a queue, keeping their distance and all 😉 @Natures_Voice #BreakfastBirdwatch #nature #NaturePhotography #naturelovers #birds pic.twitter.com/NyVcUOi4IH

— Rosie 🐦 (@rosieanna29) May 18, 2020

[reblog]: from The national.ae | an account of a Jordanian pigeon keeper, on how the birds helped keep his life meaningful amidst the pandemic disaster.

Free as a bird: How pigeons have become a source of solace for Jordanians in lockdown​​​​​​​

Contributing user analytics to improve web browsing experiences through engaging with advertisers and developers.

Maybe you've noticed it, here and there, at some point, in the past: while browsing the web, a strangely relevant facet of your recent life and goings-on, in the world, are suddenly brought back in to your forefront through an ad banner, from out of the periphery of pursuing web-browsing stuff. 

I've been there. I'd believe that many people could relate. Perhaps, at some point, the accuracy of the advertisement that caught your attention was too much to bear, and you switched your account and advertising opt-in settings for advertisement content and context, and you shut them all off, in a slight panic. 

While the intricacies of just how these things play out, in the world of advertising agencies, and development, I'd say that a more rational perspective is that we live in a world, where engaging with the retail sector has been one of our favored pasttimes, at least, on some occasions. It stands to consider that the retailers appreciate our patronage of their operation, and, like many self-starting entrepreneurs, we'd established some slight nuances of connectivity, just slightly more up, on the threshold of friendliness, as opposed to professionalism, which is expected of retail operations. 

Nowadays, with so many businesses still shuttered, from the public health crisis still abound, it makes me wonder what caused them to perhaps fail, permanently, or what's holding them together, for such a long stretch of the imagination. I had always lived a month-to-month sort of lifestyle, in my entrepeurial endeavors. 

Now, with that I feed the birds, on such a regular basis, keeping in mind that the pigeon is the "homeless person's pet," or so, it goes, I have a keepsake token of opportunity to say that I could see myself doing what I'm doing now, far in to the future, and I'd still have my bird-feeding endeavors as a daily to-do, for my stability's sake, and that I'm doing something that returns fruits to my labors, given that little Mr. Sparrow, of the Grand Park area, has taken a fondness to me, undoubtedly for his family's sake, for recognizing that I'm the one who feeds him the sweet treats, most of the time. He just, earlier in the morning, actually once again visited me. I think he's hanging out on the cellular service delivery antenna. It's a serene little soiree of common fare, out here. Me and the birds. 

In a similar manner, our user identities and facets of our online behavior and habits must be similarly valuable to advertising agencies, who, in this day and age, of a hard sell, for advertisers, facing uncertain economic conditions and social cudtoms, themselves, now coming in to question; particularly in an area such that I live in; yet, with internet data service being patched through, and provided for us, even our autonomy of assuming that we're « somewhere, or other », being put to question. 

My service regularly reports that my location is in Chicago, Illinois, and Texas. I get news articles lobbed at me, from those locations, in many apps and feeds I visit. 

Somehow, though, the relevance of personal and identifying behavior, over time, had become a welcome feature of improving my esteem about my place, in the ecosphere, of the larger identity that my online life turns out to be, and of the richness of the interaction and engagement experiences have been, while observing, here and there, the blunders of people who "just don't care" to compose themselves well, of their outward appearance before others; oftentimes, perhaps - simply a matter of that they just don't realize how unsober they'd become. 

There's several things that are becoming of composure, yet - another facets of modern-day etiquette is that proper sociable consideration for others is typically met with improvements, in life, on many measures, whereas going back to a place of abuse, time and again,with no news as to otherwise, that had developed - is largely quite likely to yield such similar results of abuse, again, inevitably. 

All in all, much of the rough and tumble work of the intricacies of measuring and analyzing bulk swaths of data, had already been carried out, painstakingly, by the scientists and engineers who brought us the internet, and social media - for example, which markets itself towards our desire for rewards, in the form of fulfillment upon expectations. One of the headlines that I came across today, was the old adage - "a failure to plan, is a plan to fail," which becomes a strangely hinged magnet of contingency operators within the mesh of our lives, as various entities wish to market themselves to us, for the sake of fulfilling their own expectations. 

That being said, if you expect poor results, and yet, still maintain the relationship, that's simply a false attachment to courtesy, or for laziness' sake, yet, otherwise known as the Stockholm Syndrome, in psychology - where victims (hostages), rather, over time, tended to - in this historic study - begin to empathize with their captors. I'd say that it were a failing prospect to simply endeavor that there's not simply better people out there, than a person that treats you poorly. In this country (the United States of America), we are given the freedom to leave, while also having the burden of due process, in criminality, to suppose that people are not simply guilty,until proven innocent. 

Given that I hear voices, and many of them, at that, as a person largely of a socially isolated sort, it begs the question, of "should I be narcissistic and grandiose, as a shortcoming?" or believe that damaging the relationship that's establishing itself, from what's developed, out of an overbearing abundance of propriety, incloseness, being that I was made uncomfortable, and with some people, uncommunicative, obviously languishing behind, in the ever-boding ladder of sociable entrepreneurship, that affords itself to the time-honored classics of the bread-winner; the one who brings home the bacon. In this day and age, baser things, such as sexuality, gender, childhood traumas - all of these sorts of things, could potentially simply matter much less, in the perspective of myriads of enterprising endeavors being bestowed upon the one who might simply compose themselves up, as the better man, better woman, the patient child - the sociable little Mr. Sparrow, of the day, for example - these are all simply choices, to the mind's eye, yet when we become arbitrarily uncomfortable, it stands to reason that someone unfamiliar, or uncommon, or even more of an obscurity, in society - I mean, I'm on the bottom scale of sociable endeavors, to a limited perspective. Criminal pettiness attracts itself like the nuclear watershed attracts filth unto water on cloth, for example. It follows a natural pattern, rather than intelligent design, whereas intelligence is happening all the world over. 

Some people simply behave as if "the world is their oyster," yet many people simply fail to reciprocate the oyster, for it's plénitude in seafood gourmet - it is a strong and constant creature, with a closed mind, except as towards survival, as it knows, of life. 

On one hand, it's got an enterprising establishment about it's reputation, yet, in many circumstances, it's simply controversial to suggest so much of oysters, for eating. 

What's the point? 

Criminals generally take and steal from others, as some form of crime, whereas good people make offerings to others. Given one further, an intelligent design, of an iPigeon-made petitude would demand that the offering be ethically and morally sound, and sustainable. Going further up the ladder of the standards in psychology, the social and ecological benefit of the offering ought be good and fruitful, for the betterment of all, and beyond our own reach, as the winds and the waters expanse will flow and churn, unlike the nuclear watershed, which is still and tense, yet calm, over the broad expanse of noisy things, and frequency wavelengths, of disturbance. 

Now, establishing that some things are disturbing one's self could be simply just enough to establish that someone is a criminal, in pursuit of a victim, which it typically seems to be. 

It doesn't take much, for violence to become established, at least on some occasions, out of the fruitulness of having established a good reputation for a sociable endeavor, as the anomaly to the norm. 

Out here, there's several debacles, not only of such, but also of time - the passing of which, is a strange thing to leave, unobserved, or abandoned. I live in the Pacific Daylight Savings Time locality, as a prospective Maps and Timezones Cloud Platform Applications studies and development inquiries enthusiast. Those sorts of things are the types of things that seem to catch my attentions, lately. I simply wonder at what the possibilities are, and then I set out, and endeavor to live out my standard day, to the best of my capability. 

In general, I'd say that our leaders are best spoken for, when it's established that there's been some nuance of professionalism upon persona that's been established, somehow - of what could possibly be surmised about a person, based on what's offered. Sometimes, it takes a lot of words to establish a suitable particular position, in things, whereas some things, in leadership roles, just seem to be compelling, whereas true leaders train the most, in several manifest facets of the word - in and of themselves, and for others, the same, or less. But for someone who asks too much of what's reasonably accommodable of themselves, it's difficult, on the lower levels of achievement-capability, to truly appreciate much. 

Now, ... Even "now," though. It's a completely different topic, from person, to person, except that many people simply establish the standards of a day, as the day goes by, and as far as days go, and come again. 

I felt like, if I hadn't established some notions of that people had somehow ruined their reputations, for standing against personal freedoms, in life, it would suppose that this entire COVID-19 thing is largely well understood, by and large, for what it might mean, for other people. Other people have been having a huge roil about it, somewhat facetiously; people had gotten away with a lot of garbage behavior, both online, and off - some people planned out criminal activities and victim profiling and targeting, out in society. 

One person's voice said, though, that she hadn't seen anyone "dying," and news reports would affirm that many people who had been reported to have had the coronavirus disease, and died - had comorbid illnesses, on top of coronavirus - to suppose that they had perhaps been targets of some form of nuclear watershed abandonment, neglect, or that they had simply been "nasty" people, whereas I strive to have little of that, as for myself. Even better if I could have none. 

Tobacco, though, and I'll have some, regularly. Feeding the birds, and I'll go to the park. Some other things, I'll simply just not understand, for the moment, and I'd have to leave it, at that.

For my craigslist post readers and prospectives for the closed-track internal testing gig - some blog article on the subject, and some visuals as to what I'm doing.

Welcome! 

[Potentially - ] to the team of people (and industry) in content publishing, design, and web [webApp] development of a large spectrum of what comes out from modest means, of sustainable development offering. I'll be as concise and as detailed as to offer a feasible introduction to where I'm at, in development. 

First of all, I published a website store, of several articles of retail offering - which is largely irrelevant, [today]. 

Where I'm at, in Google Android and Apple iOS | iPadOS development - 

• I have developer accounts with both Apple and Google. 
• I'm homeless, so my development apparatus is stuck at free-scaled corporate offerings.
• I do significantly stark pigeon mobile smartphone and tablet development studies, by night. Currently, I'm at the beach. Please don't hoard my public periphery or establish an intricate prank scenario - it happens richly. [<_<]
• This blog features over 200 blog postings, covering hundreds of tag keywords, which you can view, if you use "desktop site view" if you're on mobile. If you're on a computer,you already have desktop site view. Up to the upper left-hand side of the page, there are blog view options - pick and choose, but the mobile site version of this blog is not as good as the desktop site view. 
• I use personal-contextual ad-serving inclusion of my own establishment in web browsing, and I feel that my site offers good and admirable ads. 
• You might be getting some of the same ads that I'm getting on my end. 
• Feel free to directly email me at jay.ammon@ipigeon.institute. I'll respond as astutely as I can, during the upcoming days, weeks, and months, if necessary. 
• Some of my views, on my Google Play Store Development console and relevant WebView shots, for context:

So, it's dawn. I've got an appointment, and I intend on keeping it. Feel free to peruse the blog (hopefully), at some point. I'm fully unsure of as to how many people will respond, but I trust that the craigslist gigs community reaches a vast organic and diverse astute population. I've gotten one response, so far. (5:53 a.m.).

The « return (<•<] » of fwa-shamm-bwiste! The shoring of the beach.

For parents of antisocial personality types - an outlook and perspective from the front lines.

Being a parent is challenging, and perhaps a long-gone memory. (20 years, 10 years... I couldn't narrow it down, completely). 

Pigeon-Toes!!!

I'd say that I could relate, though, in that I used to raise fine pets - dogs and birds. I've raised a few litters of dogs, and dozens of birds - for me, it was lovebirds, but also several wild specimens - a blue jay, a sparrows, a hummingbird, that didn't quite make it.

The point is, is that I'd developed what I'd assert, is an advantageous position in the foray of nurturing environment - coupled with intensive personal studies, outside of academia - of abnormal psychology, both to repair damages that had been committed upon my youthful years, and, in turn, to understand the underlying psychology of the personality types that form, out of the young adult mind of the millennial, the later generations, with keeping in mind, the challenges and spectrum of diverse ecology of the mind's apparatus, within the scope of the nuclear family, as well as the extended family type. 

My type (currently) is clean-cut, work-ethic minded, heavily invested in laborious deeds, and acts of merit to sustain my station in life, as a homeless person, yet at least, that I'm a free person. 

My shortcoming is that I have a stimulant abuse problem, although I don't smoke or shoot up, only intranasal usage. (Perhaps once per week, currently). 

I hear voices. 

When I was a child, I was directly bullied for acting out, as far as that I imitated gang and popular culture behavior of the hazing and subjugation of females and cultural others. 

I've made my peace, as a sober man, in practicing the 12 Steps. 

etc. 

What I can report about this generation, is that many types of likewise-aged individuals have not yet come clean, and she'd off the young-life prejudices and joking natures of discriminatory and racially-slight attitudes. Many of the "unique" subjects, of my demographic, are being bullied in their own ways. 

Drug use is an obvious mechanism of this. 

Sexually acting-out also plays a large role in things. I can assert that many types of social strata cases, of your children, are fraught with identity crises of various sorts - narcissism, antisocial personality, borderline psychosis - I see individuals regularly who are speaking in to the air "at nobody," expecting a response. 

Now, I'm sure that you all know that they are not alone, in speaking themselves, and expressing their feelings and thoughts. Yet, the trouble is, is that they are largely loose cannons. Petty thieves, relentless drug abusers, sexually-indulgent sorts. I had been all of these things, myself. I do try to be a role model for your children, when I encounter this sort, but I oftentimes have a challenge of establishing that a higher power, in the social establishment, and in religion - exists. 

It's a challenging world out there. 

I'll keep people updated, as the years go on, with the results of my efforts surely to produce recognizable results, alongside other modalities of treatment and intervention that largely go unspoken, between parents and their case workers. 

A super-cute look at the famíly behavior of sparrows at feeding time. (Updated)

I'm still out at the Spring Street end of the Grand Park lawn, although earlier, I had gone out for groceries and cigarettes, both for myself, as well as that I had considered others, of the micro-locale of the tent-city thing|s| going on, around the corner, and on blocks nearby, down by the 101 freeway overpass. 

A male sparrow hopped up, out at me, from the edge of my bags, beside me, and he chirped, assertively. It was super cute how he greeted me. It turned out that I had a half-burrito from outside of Atelier.

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

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

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

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

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

Here's my post.

https://pin.it/6gknKP7

COVID-19 at Santa Monica, CA beach and the boardwalk.

We read the stories on news articles in our social media feed, about the particular locales of Southern California's beaches being shut down, due to the public health concern over COVID-19. I made it a recyclables-collecting day about investigating, on the side, what the vibe was, out at the beach.  

The sociable atmosphere of the crowds visiting the beach was rich, despite signs advising that the beaches and boardwalk are closed. People were out in large numbers, some of them going on to the sand towards the waters, and many  people were grouped up or partnered on the lawns bordering Ocean Front Walk. 

Main Street in Santa Monica was also fairly busy. There seems to be an atmosphere of optimism in improvement in circumstances out at the beach. 

A resourceful homeless person's « desperately in need » smoker's cure - the aluminum can.

A good and decent old-time friend of mine, named Anthony, back in high school, taught me an often-forgotten tobacco smoker's small artisan craft: the aluminum can, slight crush, with a pocket for packing tobacco, poked through with safety pins. 

It's a much more preferable life to see through, during rough financial times, and in areas where cigarette butts are uncommon - having some tobacco to smoke, for having picked up some discarded tobacco; perhaps of a former marijuana blunt roll session, in which the wrapper of a cigarillo is opened up, or cut open, for the sake of hand rolling the blunt. 

In locales where I frequent, I oftentimes come across discarded cigarillo tobacco, enough to get me by, as far as smoking tobacco. Thanks, local Los Angeles, CA, USA smokers, for slightly littering. 

The iPigeon.institute folklore of сдит Бебе рубеои

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

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

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

I do pigeons du jour.

The pigeon island flock of Westlake Food4Less.

The Food4Less pigeon island flock is a quaint and hearty flock in the epicenter of civic commercial Westlake, nearby MacArthur Park. On a shopping trip to Food4Less, the flock can be observed, on any given day, perusing the pigeon island, grazing about for some pickins. 

The slogth of troweling AF content into your yup (as far as news-feed shope). A trinzy into meta dating - pre-geeking the « unh-uhh. » ènNNooo. [Ur mom]

So, upon investigating some of the many various sorts of tech-and-lifestyle sorts of life-diggs-in-to, of a life I could have fwocked ieuppe some bwaistier shope than a most-domesticated "cleanly" sort - <_< ... I'm a bit otherwise, in simply doing a weekly clippers trip and line up in on the taper hair cut - I gotta look fuck-ugly "just cut my hair" thing, of a poor person, living outside, yet I had procured some new Wahl clippers, which I packed with me, in my bags of essentials.

I'm just joking. That last guy would have been, like, me... and insulting of the Los Angeles CA mayor, in some of his publicity shots I see online. It's a tough tundra topological Army Corps of Engineering's Arctic Watershed, of vastly much deeper than the frazhamm!!! - a ball sack bold enough to brave the COVID-19 beach-faring ocean sea Waters.

[the context underlying this notion was that the weather had been frigidly cold, for the homeless demographic, being that there were several systems of storms of this recent time span, amidst a Google Maps view of the underwater cliffs of the Pacific Ocean, which were (imaginably) manufactured as such, through large-scale civic engineering efforts that had possibly gone untold, in the popular media news outlets, given the expanse of relevant Los Angeles area underground engineering projects of a watershed establishment, such as the Los Angeles Ballona River extension, coupled with new and recent parks and recreation areas opened, along the development context of extending the Los Angeles River, through several new areas, as well as that the expansion of the Metro Train lines would require significant amounts of energy and cooling accommodations, which I believe had been touted as largely dependent upon hydroelectric power and that it would take advantage of the nearby coastline ocean waters for the sake of water's heat-bearing capacity, scalability of resource, and that it ought be a localizable resource of ethically fair and sustainable methodology, in to implementation). I believe I'd read or inferred this context, somehow. The waters, as age trawled along, in to my younger mid-adult-age years, seeming to be more imposing than my psychotic explorative and adventuresome willingness episodes had been seemingly thwarted, for the sake of the fear of that I just "couldn't get that high, anymore," to suppose that I submit to a suggestive or self-supported notion of taking a night and early mornings' passing as a dark hours exhibitionist, out by the waves; then, as well - for the fact that Google Maps seemed to portray an unseemly deep-gorge fall-off of the shore, in to the open sea waters of the Pacific Ocean. One of my good friends had related to me, at one point, of that he had swam out, past the rip ride, in the ocean's waters, and the current was significantly much more powerful than the near-shore waters, and he became very fearful of being swept out to sea. (The solution being to swim parallel to the shore, in order to get back to land)].

I'm just the guy who writes this stuff out, like that, for the fact that it's honest, and I touch on tidbits and marketing » persona « as a PR aside job-hobby, because "I used to," ... and such like that, such that I probably wouldn't, or wouldn't "be allowed to," whereas I hopefully find an impressions for content valuation hits, for readers, organically, over years, in establishment, on here. 

That being said, being included in on « Google News », for example - while it's not Apple News, or Apple News +, for example: their stores aren't even open. People had done Dixie way in to Alabama of a Mac Store's secret breakdown lives of the « tech and lifestyle » "demographictechies" - better than « urh, urh, uhh...<?>"...?" » 

Okay. No one's so « actually » so much, off-hand, so much like they're better than others, per se (sor speekin's saeke) that's how it comes out, for some people, of the "likes to" and "thinkful|-ing" sort of... "sorta" type.

I just hope that I land my editorial grammatical thumbsplotches within the right alpha-numerical space when it comes to unsightly - it's now down to 229 dpi bitsy-bits on the Target BLū Android Mobile device - not too bad, I must say. 

Who knows - maybe the battery charging thing is something that hit us all - battery lives, lived [....errgh... whatever that word is - not facetiously, not interrently - but « in the place of » of a standard life, of a tech and lifestyle rendering - that's a more suitable digression far from an insult - a demographictechie might offer. 

But a metadata-magician for a Google Search and News-listing Enterprise self-initiative sort? Much more programmably-sayins' that sort of thing, in the journalistic foray of a world, whereas I take to fwthamm'ed garbage posting with unrelentless grammatical foundation to suppose I ought to look clean cut - and not have shaven my butt, lately - as the "holding it down" demographic for the sake of adulting "bum guy." 

Not like I would talk about myself, like this, to begin with. But how few people actually read and critically devour the context, of such plain text, bereft of Art of Composition connotations and embellishments - « to the eyes »  <_< ... 

I like it. 

The pigeon bum's bwitchy little bum life on Blogger. 

That's the most I'm hoping for. That I satisfy some unfulfilled,yet relationally fvwasthmmmwham... of a spread of persona demographic, then we move on, to the next, in enumeration, and hopefully,I'm still cite-fully good for courage in the battle's cry and purpose, and it goes down in what seems in to as becoming of the troglodyte Los Angeles heroite - a bitsy one - an iBeacobpidginKit.futbol player, in the future - (my future endeavoring aspiration, in gaming development) - such that I « just get to » , [do], albeit, in decades from now - all because of the years of demographictechie stuff, going on, like that. Like this? 

Well, okay. I met a most charming young vocal èntendué - ... okay. Of some French stuff you'd have to have been « as well » coquettishly en fançie-mais-way-too-gay, to have been localized parfait of "some day," some people are just fags, of how they're likely to have been received, in life... Me too, for that matter." 

For this Los Angeles area. Although, there is the culture high-brow demographic of "having children," of which « I don't » [laughably, although just simply good enough... the stuf... the stuff they have me writing on here, sometimes ... " 

And I can be "okay. It wasn't just quite so such like it was all about sex and reproduction going on so casually, without a proper formality courtsmanship, in acquaintanceship ecouterie etiquette, and Fetty Wap, yeah. I listened to his shit. Africa holds it down for the French state-nationality-maítre. 

A bit different than the Stateside identification, with something that wasn't French...? 

... A bit questionable, at this juncture, yet it could be worse, ... 

No, it wasn't that it was someone else, it could have been me, and worse, and not even dumb, - just acknowledging it. It was about me, doing a French thing, to begin with, but pulling it off? 

The French, and their African neighbors, alike, are all good for a good pig's roast. For those who don't eat pigs, I'll pray for you, I suppose. I eat all of pigs' goodness, as a Christian man. 

The topic? Pretty far out to sea, of digression, is what I'd established, of myself. If I didn't have to peek, or be helped, ... But I'm just typing, on some level... But what... 

What if I was actually stupid about what I was talking about, at this point in the discussion? 

Hahhhh... Ahhhh... That would be some seahhhh... droolin' life sort of take on me, for doing anything. And it doesn't get really any much better, for the standard observers, upon the topic.

"Just some guy. He coulda been like that girl." -[in the tabloids] ... sorta thing. 

Iconic legendary persona, yet not classy, of a nature of intimidating. Just drool-boy fwamm. 

But forgetting? That would be so everyone, on the topic, by now. 

But news meta-data pre-dating fwopp-on-schlepp'd they fizzled up the Scwheppes seltzer... And look how hard they're doing seltzer nowadays, in the grocery aisles. 

Alright, but supposedly, that stuff could be remanufactured - for the sake of a cultured and charismatic classy one to rebeouff, of the revue of the journalistic highbeams shinin', 

- 

in Neww Yoooorrrkk, dah-dii-di-di Dih-di du dee-dee... 

Alicia Keys, and stuff. That was this young starlet one, here, in my presence, last night. I made sure to lay this one down with all the warmth and affections I ought to have offered, and chocolate, on top of it. [at that]. 

Okay. That's somewhat all my point of coming out Blogging was, for this one.  

Take out and Delivery - the marketing of the coronavirus pandemic

I « almost » got a room at the Olive Motel

For those who know dive-trawl motel(ing)-Los Angeles, for this side of town (Echo Park), there's scarcely a more dive trawl motel to dump on in to, for a night of seedy scenarios playing out amidst the motel patron's self and periphery. Not that the management is all that bad; (the man at the register is a Chinese man), and, to their credit, I've never caught or seen a bed bug there. 

That being said, I caught some sort of sweat or parasitic critter-based rash that's been in development of fighting for it's right to exist, amidst « bird bath » sink showers, liquid ionic mineral supplements, both internally and externally, as well as some Permethrin 
cream:

PermethrinListen to pronunciation

Common brands: Nix Creme Rinse, Lice Killing (permethrin), Elimite

Anti-parasite

It can treat head lice and scabies.

Brands: Nix Creme Rinse, Lice Killing (permethrin), Elimite, Lice Bedding Spray, Lice Treatment (permethrin), Nix Complete, and Stop Lice

Availability: Prescription sometimes needed

Pregnancy: No known risks

Alcohol: No known interactions with light drinking

 All things considered, I would have ended up a woeful caricature of a young adult motel(ing) demographic. My mental psyche periphery has thankfully been fairly calm seas lately, thanks to my dedication to talking things out, my postings on social media and here, on Blogger, as well as that I'd been dutifully bound to the critter community in the capacity of keeping them fed with some good nibbles - the latest kick for them is Log Cabin Maple Syrup.

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This is my current outlook - in favor of a more pro-active stance and action against the potential ticks-infestation nibbling on my arms, in intervals.

After all, I did pick all this stuff up off the ground, outside. It stands to reason that some tick-infested poor soul found themselves stricken with ticks, and simply changed clothes, while dumping the infested clothes in the street.

Getting back to the mental health thing: washing clothes is, after all, a strong front in the face of hospitalization, which, due to coronavirus rules in place still (potentially until May, is probably a nightmare.

It's been a nightmare getting around, some nice my personal tote cart has been taking a beating, logging miles in Santa Monica for the first week of the month; now I'm back in the Civic center and Echo Park, of which I'll have a special photoblog to come.

Check out these cart wheels:

That's right - that's zip ties, aquarium hose, and plastic bag wrap cinching together my tires on my personal tote cart.

My upper body has been burgeoning with endurance lifting-holding strength, for the sake of the fact that I've been tilt-pushing the cart to preserve the wheels' integrity, while I pursue a new cart life, at some point soon.

My laundry is done washing.

A squirrel's lark's call is one of the fun heralds of spring.

Being taken for one's goods by a playful lark, though costly, is part of the process in caring for wild animals and birds. While staying over in Santa Monica, CA, this past week, I observed a family of squirrels, as I stopped on a bench at Palisades Park to feed the pigeons.

The call of a squirrel lark is similar to that of a bird, with a beacon effect. I was unable to capture photos of the family of squirrels because I had no batteries for my phone. 

Today, though, back over at Garfield Park, in South Pasadena, I caught some examples of a similarly playful lark of a squirrel. 

A nook, or rather, a plaza - of iPigeon sneaky repose, amidst a mobile plug-in charging interest upon the place - the Ernst & Young | FigAt7th « plaza » :pigeons:;

The pigeons of the Ernst & Young DTLA high-rise corporate and banking building plaza is a scenic backdrop of foliage and masonry, alongside cast-irob and bronze statues of various social inquiry and satire at issue. 

It happens to be - 

Okay. 

« It » , though, being the pigeons bronze casting [or perhaps it's copper?" 

Anyhow, this blog would prove to be a bit clumsy in compositional merit, I'd have to admit. Yet I strive to delve deeper than late-night pizza pigeons, in the critical analysis of the text here, which happens to re-hash (and for new readers who had not covered my early material on this blog) the au français theme - of some nature, yet undoubtedly of a reference to the Administrative Language influence of the 25%, or so: indebted task to which we owe the nation France, of it's origin - of the classical Romance languages syntax and usage basis, as well as for grammatical and dictionary compendium of such that might, as much, amount to an ad hoc, more universal phonetic and semantic contextual usage, such that gestures of speech and text could be made-to-order, as take-out as Google User Information Download, which happened months ago, for me, and I never even looked at it. 

I've eaten garbage, to be honest, most affectionately, of what I can make out, about food. Today, though, as well as last night - two men, in vehicles - treated me to a more relevant: non-tech and lifestyle blog standard target demographic of the truly relevant ones, even so - the pigeons thing, ... pretty scarce info. 

Yet here, in this copper casting, we find that in the ending word phonetic iteration of nonplussed, it rhymes with dust, which would be simply improper, for a French language student's stake in what it should sound like, whereas perhaps it's simply what happened, with the text, yet it wasn't French, how it ended - sort of thing, as the issue at hand. It's perhaps a bit funny, to some, but the French would have had of it simply differently, making it an issue of seriousness. 

I won't further elaborate. Here are the photos of the two copper castings.

One more look at me, in the unicorn outfit: