iPigeon.institute blog: October 2018

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Monday, October 29

Planning my next-month's income from CA state General Relief money ($221) , I came across an iPad Air 2 on craigslist

I was super excited to find an iPad 128 within my specs in a craigslist search

https://losangeles.craigslist.org/search/sss?query=ipad&excats=5-15-22-2-24-1-4-19-1-1-1-2-1-3-6-10-1-1-1-2-2-8-1-1-1-1-1-4-1-3-1-3-1-1-1-8-1-1-1-1-4-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-2-1&sort=rel&search_distance=10&postal=90012&min_price=150&max_price=220


After discovering that the "iPad 128" search query on craigslist (without quotes, though), has been, and is, apparently, still being spammed with tons of bulk iPad buyer ads.

Ostensibly, it's keeping some people busy and we'll go do, enough, to get by like that, aside from doing development work in establishing their own discoverability and merit in putting out content as far as advertising goes. That's just my take on it, after having done craigslist stuff for about 10 years before everything gave out as far as willing clients in the tech and sys and computers section, now finding myself doing well enough with a Google Domains Blogger site, an AdSense account that will earn me some money, over time:




I sent the seller a long email explaining my predicament of how I've ended up out here, as a homeless person again, and how the iPad Air I had previously was my iPigeon, to begin with. 






Hopefully the seller will get back to me and hold off on selling the iPad Air 2 that's listed until I get money on the 2nd, and hopefully I'll see a reply in my email before then, or a call or text, or something. 


If not, I was somewhat already set on perhaps just continuing on with another device from SafeLink / TracFone and T-Mobile, 

Which, I had just happened to have noticed, aside from doing any significant research into the board-level programming and circuitry soldering that finds itself on any part device:

in any case, they are [the microprocessors of our mobile devices and IoT small computers; physical web products, etc.:  

all programmed on the same low-level hardware and firmware circuitry end of provisioning the worth and product of the device it ends up on, (Apple or not), I noticed, 

by ARM {numerical} as far as I'd discovered, curiously, by noticing that the Alcatel devices listed on the SafeLink site had a Cortex A7 designation, obviously a familiar thing to correlate with Apple "A" series processors. 

From a preliminary look over some of the abstracts, it would seem that some of the notions of a faster processor, being released year by year, are actually achievements of the programmers at the device manufacturing companies and at the OEMs (Original Equipment Manufacturers). Perhaps there's some dispute over who does what and where it might go; the credit and designation of which particular job [that's how it's playing out in my mind, anyhow].









I suppose that, however the beginning of the month plays out, and from now until then, I'll definitely need to do something about my broken screen on this one, that I'm writing from, the Alcatel A574BL, which, as it turns out, has not been a poor device for me, and it's purported to be running at Quad-Core A7 processor make at 1.4 GHz, with unlimited data on the Government-provisioned welfare SafeLink TracFone program, which, for me, is being served through T-Mobile, who, just yesterday, know fact, had a local and regional merger with Metro PCS; 




hopefully, they won't disparage their locality presence in the Los Angeles area, by disparaging clients and customers of the slight discrete notions of "free" phones, as is advertised in ghe large text of their marketing serve, whereas the small text of it proves that it would end up a tricky thing to plan and budget for, for the strange numbers of number variables that are being thrown around in offering 4 phones for "free," as is stated.

I had trouble with some notion similar to something like this in dealing with T-Mobile, and then, in department 95 in Metropolitan DTLA court, I saw a reasonable doppelganger, at least of his looks, of the T-Mobile CEO of Twitter showing up "stuff," whereas I haven't seen him placed in front of my dashboard 'first off,' for getting on to the Twitter tab on Chrome, and then Me. Branson, on the other hand, has been showing up more regularly. 




I feel like it was a totally drug-infukgent courtroom ostensible about it; the mental health department 95. Me too, but I just happened to show up as a recycler of cans and bottles who didn't hop the bus, so I showed up late, and then I got remanded. 

I'm gonna go off and do some photography. 

Sunday, October 28

I keep getting put out of my spot where I can charge my device and get online; now I'm on the corner trying to get some money.

CanOn top of that, I had my bag of warm clothes stolen from me the other day, 


and I was yelled at, in the restroom, at Target at USC, for no particular reason except that I was homeless and smaller than a larger man.


I had supposed that it was not that disparaging, since the man was Japanese, and he had a particularly expectable Asian restraint on himself, as far as an immediate violent threat was concerned,


yet he was threatening, nonetheless, and it's a bit strange to begin with. On one hand, it's so ostensible of a dysfunctional family life that he lives out, of any sort of thing to consider about himself. Aside from that, I would suppose that he takes drugs, every now and then, just like I do, except that I'm in the more acutely threatened and disparaged situation and circumstance in life. 

I was followed to GP Recycling Center by black people. It's turning out, in all sorts of ways, that black people simply choose to fuck with me and my family, and supposedly it's alright; then Hispanic and Mexican young people pick up the slack and hold it down for minorities against a Chinese / white / Eastern European guy. 

It's simply been so many simply minorities and blacks, and whites, and Asians, of various sorts, that I can't much but help significantly being of an oppositional and hateful sort to so many people. No one has ever apologized about it, and people have been glorifying breaking in to my home and disparaging my works of art and literature. 







Wednesday, October 24

A Google My Maps walk down through the Arts District after spending the day at the homeless charging spot by Grand Park on Spring Street.

https://www.google.com/maps/d/edit?mid=1xSrMIK0Kc7ARI9O8fRw2FgPFZRlWPPPZ&usp=sharing

Oops, apparently I was being stalked [or something...] as I heard them stalking me, as the young gay admittedly guy from the park from a while ago, undoubtedly, was the cry leader for rent control yes, on proposition 10,out in front of Target, and then a bunch of people came up here uncharacteristically, and Colleen or whatever her name is started making bland confessions of "oh, yeah fuckkk... Yeah, I told them to come out and fuck with you up there, and show up, etc., not much," kind of thing.

Aside from that, I found a bit of food along the way.










I ended up finding some food and a decent thin cigar out by the Starbucks off of Olympic at Hill or Olive



Now I'm getting to sleep for a bit out at Pigeon Island.

I'm trying to keep the LA Superior Court app cached, as well as a pipe organ app (Orgue).

A stark sign of unsustainable developments and surveillance DC grid draw on energy, water, and gas over recent weeks in Los Angeles, leading up to the election: Chinatown, DTLA, California Metro Station, many other sites, (to add).

The fact that the Los Angeles State Historic Park is a .com site is fairly strange, 

given that it's supposed to be a specifically state of California park, 

yet many sites and small publications I've seen around this area are particularly surrounded by despicable hate crimes against me, in particular, 

as well as perhaps others, in that the timing of the releases of information as well as the release of information in publication form, of any sort, proves to have been either post-dated publication or perhaps simply falsified entirely; especially so, on account of the significant vast frequency of this occurrence in having had happened recently. 

I'll collect more images shortly, when I'm in a more stable place to walk around and photograph things without being bothered by people. 


The Los Angeles State Historic Park has been turned in to a .com domain geo-informational site supposedly owned and run as a company in the sense that the web domain for the park is a .com.



The draw on the electrical grid has caused structural damage to the Chinatown Metro Station structuring of the train tracks



The draw on the electrical grid, the 




Sunday, October 21

A Google Civic Development API Places etc. Small Project at Rampart at Wilshire.

Wi Spa, 2700 Wilshire Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90057
https://maps.google.com/?cid=3751286776914762255









Saturday, October 6

An unexpected turn of events in green pine cone burgeoning sapling ad hoc research: an ad hoc burgeoning of instantaneous sproutling and mineral growth upon Del Mar Park puddle un-mud-covering wash-off of the green pine cone.

I didn't have batteries to video tape it, and it would have been particularly sight beyond belief, as I spun the pine cone around in the early morning gutter puddles of Del Mar Park, in Pasadena. The green pine cone, being covered in mud, as I had it, to preserve the progress I'd made of last time: using it as an incense resin development tool; here, the life energy of the pine cone was brought forth as an experiment of the localization I found myself in, being squaftph'ed of my strength in csrryinv recyclables further, through the park: one day, and I ended up babbling to a supposed oppositional force, being the drinking alcohol sort, which happens to be a common (delusional) belief that I have of the nearby watering hole, by the train station.

As I spent the night out there, perhaps later I'll expand upon it; I spotted, just prior to watering time for the lawn: some notions of ionically empowered creatures of parasitical sort, along with what appeared to just as well be their empirical needs fodder for survival, appearing completely ad hoc upon my blanket: dark creatures of diseases past, of civilization, and material mineral salts, all ad hoc, surprisingly; if anything imaginably ad hoc could be envisioned. Seemingly comically out of nowhere, as it may have been otherwise; a blanket search (silly) of ad hoc crystal meth, out of nowhere; yet I'd notably long-been over that habit, bar none. If was silly that it was happening to me, yet I found myself taken by it, as perhaps by tribulation upon my hours upon end of ranting to an invisible someone, or something.

That being said, and having had happened, I curiously searched around the nearby gutters, as would be iPigeon sort commonplace of me, in downtown LA. Yet, this being Pasadena, and the strange nature of things that had established themselves; I figured that strange inquiries of the gutter might just as well suffice, particularly since I had been ousted by the morning sprinklers, and I felt that, from the common passers-by of late night and early morning, it wouldn't be particularly unseemly if I pigeon'ed around as a gutter-curious one.




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That being said, many wonders of gutter ad hoc life-burgeoning activ-ization of reality and development "ad hoc;" for how much ionic mineral worth and cigar ritualization investment had been given to my pine cone, covered in mud, I truly got to witness a wonder of nature, with my green pine cone, covered in mud: as anything it might end up as, for growth is considered - it definitely created ad hoc rocks, moving sightly sprouts, of gutter tall tree root growth extent, and some roots seemed to grow out of the pine cone itself, yet it was covered in mud; I've just now removed the mud to investigate, and the cone seems a volatile object of needing (at such escalated ionic mineral and human-intervened growth potential) constant care in order to see this thing through to sprouting a sapling.

Another development query at hand, is if it was the pine cone itself, which burgeoned instantaneous growth in the gutter root puddles of cement and root mixture, or if it was the ionic minerals themselves? Obviously, the pine cone had much in the way of ionic mineral resource, yet I wonder if by dipping the pine cone into the gutter puddles, if it also took some of the life of the pine cone away from it; and if this method might also see forth an agricultural process homesteading in using rich resource of large seeds of trees as ad hoc burgeoning of sprout growth in root structures or other young (or old) plant life. A topic for investigation.





A reasonably meritous slake at perhaps a state or federal government-subsidized research basis for sustainability, biological threat socioeconomic ecologies-inquiry watershed energy slog deprecation of a locality in significant development of railway transit, a defiant California clean air driver's identity of living Los Angeles-tastastic, and etc. : Case study in point: do garbage slog demographics and recyclables collectors merit the hold-over of what would otherwise seem to have been a need for bees to discover flowering plants for sustenance; yet: garbage and recyclables (video)

So, last night was a somewhat 

: * °/-..√

[Okay] : an obvious reality wider scope insight about last night in Los Angeles is that there's some various, (perhaps) organizational eyes in on what merits:

Short basis mockup list as by memory and subjective experience:

Quick stub as to a backdrop, first:

I hung out with an iconic slake on a standardized AF all for it, real one: white guy. Any tastastic sprawl-legged young slake on ad hoc totally slake on racially-demographically penis investment in fintech drunken underage talk-up circles of disparagement teenage substance abuse lifestyle of a "growing up white" take on some issues in life:

Yet reality basis: perhaps not truthfully quite what this guy's actual self is about; he just had an iconic slake on about how I happened to get along with him, socially, as a tobacco enthusiast outlying fringes audience of the sometimes skate spot 
: Grand at 1st, (this link features a particularly useful and succinct take on what merits the spot where I met the man), in a photo contribution to Google Maps Local Guides by Jerrod Justice: who notably has a much merited reputation on a quick Bing Search, in which Jerrod seems to be a somewhat elusive singular identity to name a guy and place on, whereas perhaps some notion of Jerrod4Justice; 

Anyhow, contextually an ad hoc departure in addressing an individual's identity heraldry merited here, I emailed him on a basis as such:

I'm interested in blogging along contextually relevant purpose basis, for likewise affected individuals as I find (found, upon Bing Search for Jerrod Justice); post-attributing an experience localization anecdotal scrum-what relevance basis homeless identity ended-up detrimented as a homeless and largely unserved and under-represented demographic: in particular focus in the localization-contextually relevant > found you [this site] : "basis,"
It's a somewhat slog blog slew of ad hoc all sorts of slake on development blog, yet I'm not a guy who doesn't also show my current facie selfie per request online, for such sprawl on such notable grammar school boundaries, to speak up on, (perhaps mostly in written form, here on blog):
Anyways, this is the blog where this sort of thing happens, and
: I am a student of compositional sorts; UCR grad school MA, music composition, pianist background quick and short story thing about it.
Ended up etc., but I feel like I'm also contextually relevant as per the {this one, yours} site basis; as far as in that I would perhaps pass this link along to individuals (myself) at @thepplconcern, 333 S Hill St., 7th floor, Los Angeles, CA, 90012:
They definitely are not offering writing samples nearly quite like I am, so openly, etc.
https://www.iPigeon.institute
Thanks for the @localguides contribution.

The line spacing not translating over in the WordPress contact box input thing; the mail didn't go through either, (I suppose, not irrelevant, though: "somewhat."

I found the site I happened upon not irrelevant:

 https://www.aiafs.com/product/webinar-suggestibilityandthecriminaljusticesystem

Anyways, the takeaway was that it seems to be a familiar sight; upon seeing this one instance of such a notion: bees seem to now largely flock to recycling centers, and here, a bundle of trash. The topic for questioning is: what is the impact of a largely urban society in which few flowering plants are seen as regular? In my common paths I travel on foot, and even of many extents of outlier traveling paths I'm known to man down, on my largely recyclables collecting type of outing path, of most times I might go out, I encounter a lack of typical memory of a common sight of a flowering plant.



Could the local Los Angeles, California, bee population be somehow largely decimated, or see an undesirable change in acute evolutionary establishment, upon several generations of continuing lack of care in a common household or other establishment of civic urban society of a burgeoning bee population somehow brought up on sappy garbage outings, to bring home?

It would seem, that, coupled with recent news reports of acute disease outbreak reports of creatures of parasitic nature, and the pestilences they host, and spread on to humans and to animal life, that a quick (over some few years, or so) common living standard of unnatural sorts, such as being made to subsist on discarded recyclables sap, amongst garbage (commonly) might find the common bee to change into a particularly neglected and therefore invasive new species or variant.

Given that notion, I'm somewhat of the belief that carrying recyclables, as a common recycling type homeless person typical notion of a persona that frequents the public's imagination [at minimum, here, in California, as recycling various retail purchase cans, bottles, and containers is allowed and has graces upon it, of the state: in redemption fees paid for recyclables and redemption centers about many localities] also is a simple ad hoc ionization practice, of some notion of resonance and frequency od the recyclables products, the constant walk motion, the lift and drop of the recycling collection bag, etc. being (conjecturally: supposed) an act which emits ionization energy, particularly so, for the resource material energy dynamics of it [the lifestyle and practice of collecting recyclables].

In addition to this quandary, the fact that progress in urbanization has lead to a lesser degree of need and belief of that pedestrianism is or of being as such: supports-as being given, in that being consideration: automobile manufacturers, which I've noticed, at times, draw on the common pedestrian's wellness by virtue of some of the rotary and electromagnetic acute ionic spectrum locality of the vehicles around it. Water mains providing the electrical wherewithal for both providing water to civic society, as well as being burgeoned through hydroelectric power plant t processing g along the way; our water and electrical sources both, and singularly, as such, at the same time, are commonly flexed to the detriment of several aspects of society; yet to focus the case in point; what might be suspected of the bee and parasitic creature population, to become established, as a result of ionization energies being emitted from automotive harmonic interferences, water main, and electrical line subtle harmonic radiation occurrences, all being broadcast with perhaps bees as unwitting casualties of the harmonic and resonance disparity conflict?

I saw a white spider, also; anecdotally, at the edge of a gas station trash can. An obviously unseemly spot for a spider to find sustenance or a home for peaceful establishment, but I wondered if the creature was somehow also drawn to the trash can for the same reason as such a common ambient purpose as focus upon recyclables as material resource energy, and as well: waste of society; perhaps garnered a low-level mind about itself in seeking out the trash can as somehow a likely spot for seeking out its moment in life?


As a comic aside, I had a set of distractions suit me on twitter, rather than attending to my blogging, here, and there was some relevant punch line with a bee sting involved, whereas the topic matter I felt was unduly a slake upon serious; whereas my .institute publication aims are none whatsoever unserious.

For what slake entails as suggestibly, it goes on, on my Twitter feed, I got a bee's take on what slake it might have, of all things, upon drinking a soda, and i got stung, by surprise. It was a spicy encounter, I must say. If I'm to believe the outlier extents of many conjectural sources I get fed my mind, as from what I preponder, it was carefully planned, as such that I drink from the fated bee-dranken soda can [bee, inside] for how much slake I'd been dictation transcriptioning on as of the previous night, whereas I was supposed to show up for court. Court ended up turning out okay, and I wasn't an unfeeling no-show to court, for that matter. All in all, it was portrayed to me as a hard knocks joke that I lived out, for being the guy about town who gets reared on about "slake" as anything topic matter might matter to someone; there was supporting materials to suggest that it wasn't mostly actually my doing, upon twitter, as such, yet I carried it out; me as the best orthographic transliterative arrête idiomatically ad hoc Françoise Latin of standardized English dictaphonography transcriptionist to tackle the topic on a morning portending to a workweek Monday, of all things (sigh...).

Thankfully, it didn't turn out for me as a warrant, and I got community service redacted from my sentencing. Thanks, Rochelle, from The People Concern!



Photos of my bee sting - moments afterwards.

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The pigeons eat cheesecake, at the DTLA Central Library (photo blog).

 I captured some photos of the pigeons getting messy, while enjoying some cheesecake, yesterday, at the library. 

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