A « learning » diversion from tired news and weather topics - Wikipedia's orthogonal (orthographic) geometry learning branches of knowledge.

For the adult self-starter graphics and design enthusiasts, it would be difficult to imagine a more relevant and topically succinct, not to mention the practical applications recognizance of the features of the postulates and theorems of those found in the writings of Euclid, who composed three volumes of mathematical knowledge which have come to be known, in today's library reference books, as the Elements.

There had been iTunes App Store versions of app-interface transcriptions and accompanying interactive visual representations of his major postulates, but I can't seem to discover Google links for the apps, over the course of a few searches. There are other apps available on the Google Play Store, as well as on Apple's App Store listings, which function as dynamic calculating grapher tools and function formula interfaces for working with Euclid's geometry indices of knowledge, which span and branch out in to topics more (Early) modern-day (period) mathematicians had covered in greater depth, but which, here, with Euclid, as one of the formative classicism composers of such mathematical knowledge foray, covered basic practical applications such as optics, perspective, projections, and transformations. 

Such knowledge inquiry had formerly been a favorite dig,deep in to Wikipedia's knowledge base of articles. To kick off a fork in the road, (perhaps), of people's decision to "nerd out" on a new Wikipedia article binge, as I update this article to highlight some of my favorite developments of theorems and geometric rules and ordinaries of the practice, I'll sponsor a Wikipedia contribution of Jimmy Wales' opening asking offer of a donation of $3.00 per user, since I fairly trust that this dig is somehow compelling enough to drive end-user engagement over on Wikipedia, and for the sake of the fact that donating the $3, in former pledge drives, had somehow seemed tough, and donations had likely not much plowed through to end usereCommerce transactions. I'll commit to fulfilling the donation drive for the amount of article click-throughs over the first 24 hours of the posting of this article (although, in the future, I'll revisit this convention posted here, and, hopefully, as progress and sustainable growth might conceivably allow, over time, I could, perhaps, simply continue on in this original spirit of donating $3.00 per hit on this article (which happens to be somewhat different from a preview link, or, as well, different than simply visiting the blog; assuming that relevance drives the impetus to check out the Wikipedia links and references I'll post here, for a viable-enough click-through user basis, hopefully to inspire a years-to-come memory of a practical look at geometric mathematical writings and history, well enough to return to, as I can return to this to that I've been meabing to cover in the detail and capacity which I ought to be able to carry through with, at this point (... also that I've ended up with more funds in my prepaid debit card account than I particularly plan on needing, and whereas I'd like some basis of financial records, for the sake of having some "stuff" on the books, during the course of establishing just what sort of vehicle and works of merit and transacting might be powered through the endowments and agreements upon ethical and intellectual property, as well as open-source backings of community, and such (not to mention that I run my own PR campaigns in the spirit of self-starter (regressions to the norm; of a high standard of achievement and requitable support, given good faith investments and offering events, which I try to circulate in an about, in the operating dailies of my Enterprise composer management occupation [as founding director of the .institute Top Level Domain entity and associated offshoot-branded concepts - obviously, the work of a good number of great minds and entrepreneurs, of various establishments and fields in, of achievement and of profession, industry, and with me, doing the pidginKit Beacon Ball Carnival Pigeons Pipe Organ Calliope one-off mock-up Enterprise (although that is, to be rational, a most obscure fringe Fringe of development investment hours, and I had originally gestured of that it would be a study and practice in development, given sustainable means, along the way - spanning decades to come (... I, err, uhh... well, ... I guess that's a fair arc of failures and investments of pocket-change amounts of time, for what would involve [seemingly] more physically viable communities of established and visible people, although Bill Gates, in my Facebook News Feed, today, happened to, perhaps - strike a note of co-relevance, of his taper hair cut and glasses intellectual "thing," with altruistic and pro-intellectual (let's get real, on the fuzz-heads lifestyle fwamm going on - I suppose I could donate $3 per hit on this article, for the resource that Wikipedia is, in the course of development of our autonomous intellectual selves, whereas we could, perhaps, be distracted by one more instance of losing face amongst our own distinction of ourselves, lose sight of that we had faltered in looks, or perhaps, had been misunderstood, when it came time to be real, for the "walking the dog" thing; (that buying street drugs had been for me, on many occasions).

It's uncommon enough for date-night topic conversation, at a minimum.

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Updates to come on some of the highlights of this Wikipedia search-and-dig collection of favorite geometric and orthographic projections and physics articles, below.

* Typically, at this injunct of intelligence discourse and dissemination of information, via broadcast, over TMZ of greater Civic Center and Metro-rail covered territories of Los Angeles, California, United States of America, the quality threshold of intelligence deliverables had commonly come to pass, of my own (and nameless, countless others) - of a first-off, just right - and then, the information flows off in to unbeknownst expanse and extensible resource and reach, as the Machine Learning operators would have pre-dated, of perhaps, applied theory and established or experimental models, yet with such complexity in the Administrative Language breakout transliterations of my two thumbs, given so many words per thread and sentence, I believe that it stands to be told that it ought to also feel authentic, and that I had establish a short rule of thumb, of that:

Stop; 

In the instance of a knowable and | or known problem occuring, rather than that, yet even as such, in social graces, that "messing up, visually ostensible, or, reasonably, at fault," is where the fixie job tech task management aspect of "um, uhh.. just fixin' stuff," 

Small claims, one might prefer. Yet to have actually simply fixed the problem in a fair enough amount of time - is typically good enough, if the job is the one that was signed up, in agreements for (typically over craigslist); still), since that's pretty standard, of what most people stand to pay,or earn, given a vast spread of talent and opportunity.

I still have scarcely monetized craigslist, except as a sports massage therapist - yet requitable successfully so, albeit, with qualms of depravities that had gone down, in the consensual agreements that underlie professional ethics - versus the tides of pro-homo kink, which I'd just have to dumb-faced, and naive, just turn down, and claim that the guy was too high for me to really take at face value last night. $20 and he wants to blowjob me? Man, I could have have iPigeon'ed him some Euclidean orthographic geometry bwipps, of on Wikipedia, if I had an iPigeonMiniPad, still... 🤨.

I think I maybe knew the guy, but he's become distant; perhaps skinnier than he'd notably been, but maybe he was of of on was on did, that he'd decided was on fuckin', no problem, of an iPigeon bwippin' made tote cart pushing bum-slade, just looking for some extra corner nooks and cranny critter-stage in post-holiday sweater accoutrements, given that it's Fashion Week of DTLA kick-off season, and then it rained, but I'd hoped it wouldn't rain on me, and get me wet, but I was prepared to discuss iPigeon'able standard expectations, but then, who really expects a homo blowjob to come out so good on paper, digital, "whatever." I have a critter post-holiday cutesy sweater, with bwi-bwipps of pigeon-feeding stuff going on, and he would've blown me, at that.

I had, temporarily, though decidedly, assigned my Google My Business professional trade as a Taoist Temple, organized professional trade that it had | has been, historically, whereas that facet of masculinity, amongst disciplined, and agency-stutionaliz'ed cohorts (... something like that - sure me nuít... ).

Man, that would have been a most classically notable diversion, given the remote audio monitoring belief that had been established in me, with elements of obvious distaste, embedded within the folkloric dispersions of the passing of a night, whereas Tom from Radiohead does a classic romantic creep, who gets the beautiful ladies' affections, still, whereas this was no romantic gesture to it, whatsoever, and I was [okay] just hangin' out, in my critter book, with the sweater "look," thing, and I felt that cute stuff ought to reasonably pass, however notably of "just checkin'" stuff might have, upon any occasion, some reason to have turned standard proper English grammar, whereas I'd prefer to not also have been a homo, playing with my iPigeonMiniPad, « supposed to » particularly with no common established mechanism, in a frontiering locale of Pasadena, that it was, and besides, I couldn't possibly understand how that could be desired of between him and also, of inclusive of me, and the martial arts will teach a man, woman, child - suitable flexibility stretching - standard - understanding that he could have done it to himself, ostensibly, mine couldn't have been any more notable than his own.

Update:

As of the new month arriving, and me settling in | on my latest months budget, needs, and accommodations of my financial means, it is the case that I'll have to strive to find balance in my daily routine, as well as harmony (somehow), with many strange and seemingly irrelevant contexts being established, whereas my understanding and beliefs threshold capacitance is of a very abnormal (admittedly) sort. 

It's a fairly strange topic - my beliefs threshold. 

Chapter 1 of iPigeon.institute - a look in to the Accounts, Life, and Devices of Jay Ammon (iBook)

The Injured Bird - out on my own                                            in the streets of Los Angeles.
As the old saying goes, “if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.” In Los Angeles, in our generation, coming in to adulthood amidst a seething somewhat maturity, we’d been hearing that line since we were children. All sorts of lines, in fact. Many of us arrived here from somewhere else, or some happenstance sort of lifestyle such that we were - that our parents were immigrants, or not, or that we were largely fraught with the spectre of a melting-pot metropolis of assimilation, due West, just a bit more than our suburban lifestyles had led us. That’s what I knew of Los Angeles. I was about 25 miles east of the epicenter of town that had (by now - 2020), become DTLA. Back then, it was about Hollywood. That’s where I reared my chops, as the story would go, as a failure of grad school at the University of California at Riverside. My professor told me that my aspirations, given my skillset, simply would not match up to the thesis project I had supposed of myself as being [manically] capable of enabling, in and of my means of creation, being a Music Composition Master of Arts student, in the year of 2005.
Aside from that, my instabilities, as a highly-endowed methamphetamine and cocaine user, in addition to my unbeknownst fallout of my college-years relationship were looming high above me. An iconic failure-to-be, of what my [aside-] entrepreneurial self had taught me were building blocks of character, in entrepreneurialism. That sort of Françoise romanticism was where the promise of the American Dream had hit me. For others, it was other things, of about town. For some, they could get by on cheap kitsch and slapstick maneuvers - a bitsy-step more distant, perhaps a bit more pragmatic, yet somewhat still leaning in to the notion of a narcissistic finery - one feature that delves deep in to the youth-minded psyche of our generation that came to fruition around the turn of the century.
Here, I had been taken in by a lover, (fast-forward a year and a half, given some rest, medication, a boxer’s fracture, yet I still had my car), and my parents’ still-supporting of me; luckily, I landed a girlfriend (to reiterate), and I successfully found a niche in a new marketplace: craigslist. New to me, anyways, for the most part. I felt like it was special. A vast frontier of freedom amidst the lackadaisical responsibilities of a small computers and tech section startup of a self-initiative founding sort - with a girlfriend? I set out to live what would turn out to be a life of ultimate-in-comfort, starting with a craigslist gig with a prominent Los Angeles photographer and filmmaker. Here (in this gig), I edited a photography shoot in to a YouTube video. Originally, with a Rolling Stone’s song as the backdrop, the video got a great deal of initial viewership, which I was proud of (40,000 hits, in about a week, or so). The video was taken down, due to YouTube’s copyright and Digital Rights policies, and the photographer had me come back to make a second and third video of his photography for him. He was also the one to get me in to an apartment on the West Side of Los Angeles, in Century City, just around the corner from the Century City Plaza shopping mall, right next to Ralph’s grocery. I paid $1,400 a month, and I was on my own. The girlfriend thing didn’t last long; we ended up getting in to spats, and we decided to call it quits.
The backdrop to all of this was that I was taken by the street scene that had been developing in the suburbs just off of Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach - the Shoreline Crips and a few other assorted characters were selling crack cocaine on the streets in small-batch pop-ups by night, and I was a most fond client of theirs. Back then, the narrow roads in a small perimeter, where they frequented, were backed up in lines of cars trailing down the streets. My girlfriend had chronic motion sickness, whenever she traveled in vehicles, so she didn’t come along with me. I would drive out, after days where I did my gigs on the computers and tech section.
James (the photographer who hired me for the craigslist gigs) opened up pouring faucets of the imagination, during the time that I knew him. He brought me on to one of his photography gigs, one day, where he had arranged a photoshoot with the (late) David Carradine, of television and motion picture fame.

This was my first introduction to Scientology, aside from having read the headlines on the tabloid newspapers when I was growing up. It was truly a fascinating experience, as the photoshoot took place at the Scientology Celebrity Center in Hollywood. Scientology would eventually weave its way deep in to my mind, once I hit age 30. Here, in the photo, I was in my mid-20’s. At the Scientology Celebrity Center in Hollywood, there had been two main facets of the location, at the time that I revisited it, which was, perhaps, in 2013. One of them is the mental health facet. Scientology is well-reknowned, in online literature, and also on its website, for denouncing anti-social behavioral disorders and abuses in psychiatry, as well as for their personality tests.

These are the results of my personality test from the Scientology website. I was invited to come in to the local Scientology Center to have a personal evaluation on the next morning. That’s my day for tomorrow. It’s out towards the beach, so I suppose I’ll have a beach day of it.

———

So, I did it. I went to the Inglewood Church of Scientology, and I met with a man named Raymond, who spoke with me about my test results. While I was in the lobby waiting for him, I was introduced, [via television] to the Scientology.tv network, and to various shows and clips that the network had produced; apparently available on cable. The stuff was compelling, modern, and flashy, but not gaudy or overtly religious, from what I could remember.

And then I left. I didn’t have any money to purchase the Scientology Dianetics book, although I was strongly urged to. I was automatically scheduled to show up at the Scientology Church, and I felt like it would be a novel and relevant aspect of writing, here, since I was mentioning Scientology in various degrees, and early on, in my writing. At this juncture, of where and when we exist, here, in space and time; the year 2020: our childhood youths happened in the 80’s. Many of us, in Los Angeles, and, ostensibly likely, as well, in any likewise metropolis outskirts suburban surrounding area, thereof, we had the tabloids, where controversial things would happen to and from and of by Scientology and Scientologists.
In our early university years, Scientology was largely framed by figures such as Tom Cruise (of many feature films’ fame, and Katie Holmes (of a popular teen’s weekly show,[Dawson’s Creek]). Here, in the post 2000 era, when a person such as myself had split off from my childhood upbringing, in which my Cantonese mother had shunned these tabloids, popular culture, cable television, and the entire set of lifestyles like it; I had lived that life out, as mostly sheltered from it, yet I found a youthful rebellion in pseudo ‘darkness’ of Norwegian Black Metal, which was somewhat Classical music progressions of a relentless and dramatic theatrics nature.
I was raised Christian (trying to tie it all together, somehow), and innately so. I was not really some portrayal of that which had attracted me about counter and sub-popular cultures. I took a lot of it in, however. The world of psychedelics and speed attracted me, significantly. I had a healthy set of friendships with my counter-culture (for lack of a more modern term) - friends | peers, I would say, at this point, in that I had been reasonably well-socialized: I had a couple of girlfriends during those years prior to university; it was etc. common fare dating of backyard parties and kegger-type partygoers who all had (probably) some likewise similar dynamic of a lifestyle in high school years such that I did, as well.
Not that I mostly ever really found out about stuff like that. I never really caught up with people on Facebook. I somewhat just presumed that people who were patronizing the same scene and hanging out around us had some of our common and base-level behaviors. I would [seem to] discover these things much later in life, as I developed schizophrenia, [still trying to tie it all in together - which these things ostensibly do, in Scientology, which deals with mental health and psychiatry]. On some level, it would rack the mind to try to comprehend the intricacies and, as well, to access the magnitudes and felicitudes

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felicitude - Word in Context
... to those who were in the midst of the sordid round of tasks or the dull, heavy grind of poverty, of a felicitude that knew neither hunger, fear, nor pain; it offered a heaven forever to those who could endure a hell for a ...


Okay. Felicity means ‘intense happiness.’ Kind of like a beautiful Valentine’s Day celebration, when everything goes right. [cue the photo]. - ° | • • • ?  Bwippsy-cat?

Okay. Maybe.

But the photo is pretty compelling, to go with it. I find that novelty [full-stop; insert there] - (as a recycler), I find. . . that novelty is one of the seeking and needful behaviors fulfilled by such-named activity as recyclables collection, out and about, in the metropolis, as it pays, in various locales of America, and it suits it - the lifestyle; the novelty, the degradation of digging in the trash - for a certain type: ‘not so much, so’ - I figure people would say, if they who are them who are ones who are in and about:  of  ‘the business.’

Because it is a business.

On one hand. There are professional recycling centers that are operated by licensed and certified individuals who form businesses. Then, there are the recyclables collectors, ... etc. etc. various sorts and forms, although the path is ostensibly the same.

- not true.

Even within the sub-form of recyclables collector, there is some room for variety. There’s the ones who pull up at the recycling center, and who could understand where they had gotten all of those recyclables? [not my sort]. Perhaps it was a sporting event. I’d come to discover that some people list these things in the ‘free’ section on craigslist.

Much another forum and meeting place for a discourse on novelty. Of timeliness? That’s forum, short-form, written up. It’s important to incorporate rhythm in to the concept of novelty, sentence structure, regularity, expectation, and resolution of the listener’s expectations.

In this case, though, it’s [perhaps], (and, most likely) [as well] literature, so obv- oh-bee-vee it’s most ostensibly going to be read, although - . .  .

< • ,^ ° >

In these days of turned-up nose-cat, there’s liable to be some people sporting the accessibility feature of text-to-speech reading, which is novelty, in and of its own, that it comes into light, as such that reiterating the point, when a typical becomes particular; novel, sometimes, and for effect, the participle, of a reiterative form [and not even going back, to check grammar], we somewhat just trust that it’s right, and somehow, the money keeps coming.

Eventually.

It’s a psychological tool of novelty - recycling is, and as well, as is thumb-and-thumb 2-finger typing; essentially what aught be a symmetric and viable form, in that it ought be balanced, and well, in its form, in addition to being ostensible;

Just for trivia, I’m using the iPad, going on several pages, for now, in the keyboard of AZERTY, for the sake of my affinities for it, and I find it more elegant.

That sort of thing happens for a recycling (recyclables): ahem, collector. Not that it’s always so elegant, but that’s somewhat the consequence of what and why, but how? That’s somewhat the mystery of the schizophrenic mind, of which, perhaps, Scientology does some sue discourse, thereupon, yet I’ve not discovered it, as of yet. I can but of only just briefly contextualize upon the topic and religion.

Even that was a contextually novel thing to believe, or to say.

On one hand, the fluff of contextualization somewhat bwipps up some fluff about contextually relevant au par truthful, given the span of time that someone could hope to be paying attention to something. Sometimes, a difficult and much-bereaved task to endeavor that someone could muster, in and of their own spatial-consciousness, which typically, on its own, is contextually... I suppose, . . .

Okay. Easily forgettable. But a novelty will stick around for a much more memorable section of time. Such as a cigarette butt. Gross, some people would ostensibly think, but then, it was almost as if everyone had become only some people, for the sake of that the cigarette butt is like, everything - to the novelty seeker.

Actually, it was in Data Science - that I had rehashed, in my imagination, the sake of the word, and its terminology and ostensible rhetoric usage, in commonality, such that a researcher < NAME HERE > had properly mentioned it had been included in a study.

I remember it fondly. It happened on Twitter. One other endless fountain-eous ‘mon-tableau;’ contextually, here, seemingly a luxuriant thing, to consider, but now, in the scope of science, given technology - it’s a much-customizable user profile and interface such that a tableau could be considerably contextual mockup noms-nom of selectively tasty-pidgin selective of dry goods and used | new electronics, given släde.

But then,  . . . some people would, perhaps take issue and continue compounding upon the topic at hand.

[yeah, right],

But then, perhaps, someone would remember the context, given tableau, mockup au française, and the futility of maintaining attention-span, for the sake of  ‘’whatever.’

Okay. Done.

Here's the image muah!

Check out the Valentine’s Day theme on this time lapse!

(I don't have the attribution data for the Twitter reference, yet).

quatrærtholgmo»omot‹alg«or»g.9řc≥tet language: a notebook first impression of the visual font CharSet [Unicode, Not]: byte loading machine language parsing aesthetics as par-standard source material breakout-arrays.

The concept is simple enough.

I have slow I/O data connections on my device, and I Can read and functionally take in signifiant contributions of non-volatile web-standards sites,

but then, 

if only 

the site would also jaunt 

side-loading parallèle iPigeon jaunt leisure aside pop-ups,

Par en vous être sont ils símiliaęræsthèsiment

even slightly jauntededAF'ed... 

a bit more bíftęk bonne âmes flame broiled tri-tip shitsicles triste incursion of à late-heraldry dept. 

Of public affairs-socioalètrivsisselesmonts,

which happened to be a trying 25 days or so, much of which was better off in that it was a trash dumpster years-end move outs-academiesiaetiques of the recyclables-bum coverage area,

which I've been looking and feeling alright to jaunt-triste alley-trash dumpster diving-bum, 

yet it doesn't get weird, from my volatility profile fluff. 

Other bums walk on the same streets, why not a garbage recycler clothing enthusiast tech life style blogger standard fluffboy academic dégrée and à load-bearing bum profile kit? Pretty standard to dig through the trash, yet a non-domesticated variety bum.

There were tons of Asian .pharma ad hoc OTCs and some prescribables; tricyclical anti-depressants, 

and I'm not for fluffing pharma nitro butyri smokin' "meth," ... 

Smoking is tobacco and cigars. 

An un-justified jaunt-inclusive Nabisco diet triste would be ... «okay»; they're

1:2:3 

biscuitées compagnie nationelle in a card box; supposedly:

« !...whatever ... » 

I call the ingress monolithiques-historic Nabisco-socialite-bifték 

bonne déjeuner for a sçhweaky peut-être commentaire on the bleeding of gums, méat bits in the teeth, some fleas-smellin' piss, leanAF diet on tech rotary codices in a filthy outdoors environment, 

and then the window-to-street ratio is 

so not Guy who did it himself 

kind of 

fluff-triste animal cruelty thing, and it smells like it, as Well, outside. 

I'm going to follow up GTD on my 

tobacco curing crop Summer gardening project, 

and purchase ionic minerals, gallon of milk, then perhaps [or before], 

workup some mockup linguistics soundex homologies of charset standards of validly jaunt-loading 

bif-coto-proteries-schqueaf-schqueaf, 

à rawr râ rawrr.. 

then I have to encode the resonant-spinners-toy district jaunt to do a makeshift pigeon ciconne-pipe-machine organ, made of spinners, instead, 

«perhaps». 

I have some more un-published blog notebook article to upload, after this one.