On Boxing Day (December 26th), a gracious several findings of the streets, have I.

Boxing Day,  although a Canadian Tradition, turns out to be a fortunate time to hit the streets for some dive-finds. 

Today,  I found a nice and new goose down pillow, 

A nice thin hoodie | sweats | gloves combo, 

 and a small box of batch-made chocolates from The Monastery of the Angels,  in Los Angeles. 

It was a good day for collecting recyclables,  as southern California has been experiencing some extreme weather conditions, partly due to nature,  yet curiously enough,  last week's nuclear waste disposal in to the ocean by the San Onofre Nuclear Power Plant seemed to have caused an ionic wind,  here in Los Angeles (at least,  I felt that it was correlative, from my perceptive disposition,  on the day that the news came out about it). It's been particularly cold, with some of the days being mild, yet I don't go outside, lately,  without wearing at least 2 sweater layers,  and typically 4 layers,  with thermal underwear long johns underneath.  

All in all,  it was a good day. Thanks,  everyone who contributed,  I'll make sure to redistribute some of the finds I found once I can get them in to the washer and dryer.  

A look at the route I took through Echo Park,  Silverlake, and DTLA. 

As I sit down for a quick abstract on a more efficacious tobacco smoking method, a received broadcast of that my mother is screaming about her body burning in pain.

Peter Ehrlich, David Yang, and « homies » « bro » « dog » « fool ("foo") »

« [these police officers] » were offhandedly implicated; (contextually, not seemingly so much in deed of fault,

It's supposed as that my parents are being held up as hostage victims within their home. My parents had brought me up in the age of the internet as a believer in the inherent overarching goodness of people in society. 

Resonant harmonic frequency tobacco smoking, which was a sympathetic context to my aims in life, in that I aspire to produce the au jour pigeons carnival of some historic and cultural reputed austerity in life;

It's imaginably a purpose that's been fulfilled in other cultures throughout history, such as that had been achieved in the pipe-organ cathedrals of Europe. 

Given that pipe organs have a cousin in the Calliope, who, referentially, is the muse of Greek mythological lore, a traveling and compact version of the great pipe organs, which were produced most notably (according to my learning, at this point in time) - in the early-mid through late-mid centuries of the second millennium of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Resonant harmonies, which, in a simpler sense, are easily portrayed as though steel drums might be thought of, as that they are metal cylindrical devices shaped in to various resonant shape-areas of the hammered top surface.

Likewise, various and curious notable pleasurable tobacco smoking experiences might; conceivably, due to the radioactive nature of the tar, smoke, and chemical components of smoke passing through an aluminum can (here, I used a Red Bull 8.4 fluid ounce can) - produce novel and slightly variant smoking experiences (here, I had been graced with discovering a pouch of Backwoods tobacco, which is a well dried and cured cigarillo tobacco with a bright and rich character about it) -

Through aesthetically and mathematically organic, natural forms, representationally; be fashioned on to the aluminum can in some consideration of harmonic resonances which can be produced through poking holes in the can with a regular large (1-1/2 inch, or so);

Perhaps in tetrachordal or isomorphic imaginative form. Various poking-centers in logistically, complementaritively, or through ingenuity - will create various suction-based slight high-frequency harmonics to suit the purpose of creating conceivably-resource for technical analysis or for aesthetic enjoyment.