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Tuesday, March 25

Spring ‘25 New Fragrance Releases: Announcing the “Eaux Caïnes” Line of products.

The Eaux Caïnes Spring 2025 re-release and upcoming product developments feature iPigeon.institute’s most deeply heartfelt, and aesthetically peculiar, as it were, offerings of fragrance products that lean heavily upon various scholarly research aspirations that have been brewing for years, now - here, coming to fruition with a bountiful assortment of novel, specialty, and rare aroma compositions, the so-called “Eaux,” collectively. 

The particular tendrils of etymology that underlie these new products, from my research and development arms of the company’s investments draw richly upon some of the youthful charm and aesthetic of the initial formative years in iPigeon.institute’s establishment, where illustrious and complex aptitudes of far reaches in to literary and cultural contexts drew up grand imagery of what our current reaches in scholarship, given technology, world literature, and language, in short, construe for us, at the ever-establishing new horizons in technology, and the power of transliteration, with its attempts to bridge those cultural gaps. 

I had become a figuratively faune sauvage scholarly pigeon-lover, intent on staking a speculative claim upon the world of high culture, with my niche in tow. As this blog’s archives of former years’ articles will show, it was a florid imaginative and speculative space, which documents the youthfulness I felt, for dedicating myself to feeding the birds, as a self-induced, dedicated task that I put myself up to, whereas I found myself in a hopelessly aught-else place and period of time, in life, of deep introspection, and an affinity for scholarship on my own time, making up for lost years of ineptitude and distractibility that I found myself in, as a former graduate school university dropout, in Music Composition. Back then, the demands of my studies curriculum were far beyond my years and capabilities to keep up with, and I found myself falling shamefully behind in showing up, appropriately, for class. Despite this, I was given some seeds of intellect and of discovery that would resurface, during the current organization’s establishing years, as a grand tapestry of inquisitive and far-reaching horizons of illumination, coming to light, now that many years of subconscious failures and lacking skills had tempered, within me. In short, I was shown many wise lessons of worldly cultural scholarship, through my academic years, in attending school, that would rise up, to the surface, to be requited by a more mature take on the topics and discussions of years past. 

Back then, I pondered over the matters of life that faced me, bleakly - could I, if I was given some other, alter-ego nurturing environment “concurrency” of upbringing and of comprehension, have averted so many disasters and failures that I faced, in life, for being a drug addict? I feel that this is where many individuals, of this place in time, colloquially, would care to consider, in life. This is where I find common ground with many other people, in life. 

In hindsight, I can chalk up my university years as shortcomings of a more esteemed purpose and path in life, whereas my skill sets and strengths would naturally take many more years to bear fruit, given the extents of my nurturing environment’s essential boundaries. A certain slice of scholarship would duly have been seen to outperform me, whereas the academic environment of graduate school, and, of college, itself, bore down on me, whereas I found myself often underprepared and at a loss for words, for class discussions and presentations. 

Now, the technology is far more accommodative, and I find myself, paced with less anxieties over performance in competitive learning environments, whereas I always take to enterprising ways, naturally, as a merely “somewhat” faithful dictaphone representationalist of music, as art, whereas the study materials opened new avenues in to deeper foundations of music, as communication, and as representative art, which I draw relevance upon, with my transliterative novelty enterprises, in my current workflow environment. 

Whereas, the internet, and our scholarly literature, given our place in life, and, in time, wherein we have the potential to inherit, or invent, novelty, still; I’d refer back to a notion I had come across, in my research, where novelty itself, as a term, would eventually see an ironic end of life extent, in its outcomes, as the procurement and development of intellect and of knowledge, whether organic, or artificial, or otherwise, at least, ex tempore, of natural, or of conceivable literature and knowledge base, in short, would see an exhaustive show of contributions, such that every ends and means of scholarship and etymology would someday see its full and human potential; things that we could attain, for ourselves, as denizens of the era of which we are provided, given accessibility and the internet; of technology and of scholarship. 

These complexities flourished through my mind, as I found myself, a young man, struck with the inescapable fate of having failed in former enterprises, requiring a paring down of expectations, and some time for reflection and accountability of what life had come to, as for myself. Essentially, it was a humbling time of dissociation from the loud and outspoken attributes of my character, and subsequent personality, which had failing associations weighing down upon my weightier soul of introspection, where I had smeared over some of the fragile and more humble aspects of living, and of life’s potential, that found themselves in untimely environments that sought recreation elsewhere, with similarly historically youthful expressions that presented themselves, given the weight of so many things that I had been shown precedence of priority, in considerations that time offered me, now that I found myself undoubtedly singular and solo, fraught with a dialectical of thoughts and suggestions of an abundant resource, in variety. 

Such backdrops are the fundamental intentions behind the “Eaux,” [] or “waters,” collectively, line of fragrances, drawing upon inspirations found in some studies that bear down on the French culture and traditions in aesthetic finery, and, with their contexts of cultural aesthetics, and of the stories we find, looking back, of the lives of the people, both renowned and undiscovered, whereas the world of literacy and imagination offered unique and untold dramas of the human condition, of which we would someday find subsued, in the eventual domination of intelligence acquisition, and what a rich resource to draw upon, should we be skilled in understanding. 

One of the mentors of my lost years, of soul-searching, and subsistence-seeking, fancied himself [] (short for O.G., American slang for a common sort of man, who had seen hard times and incarceration in life). I remember him for his gentle demeanor and handling of me, as a young inquisitive sort, in to gang life and culture, back around the years leading up to 2007, or so, when crack cocaine was a prized subculture feature of the part of L.A. that I had frequented. I draw upon my fondness for “O,” because he departed my life, unbeknownst, and into the void, suddenly, when I lost contact with him, during the proceedings of law enforcement interventions in to the crack cocaine subculture and gang affiliated behaviors that had taken over some streets, within some confined areas of Los Angeles, on many frequent nights, citing the dues to crime and addiction that would rack many people’s lives and finances, of that era in Los Angeles’ cultural history. “O,” as he referred to himself as, to me, had broken both of his fists, against a car’s windows, (this had happened in front of me, on some nights), where he had become frustrated with drug deals with passing vehicles - one of the characteristic and defining features of this gang culture’s aptitudes, in the neighborhood). Being that he departed from my life, before I saw him through, in hospitalization and recovery from his injuries, I felt a loss, for him, and I’d despaired over his wellness and outcomes in life, being that he didn’t make it, for some time, to a hospital, on his own, during the weeks subsequent to his self-injuries, and the transformative effect that the law enforcement intervention “crackdown” had had on the continued showings of crack cocaine sales, in the community. It was a stark transition in to a sobering era, whereas the streets were seen to be liberated from takeovers by drug-dealing gangs and associated cartel. 

The smell of “Eaux caines,” otherwise, a transliterary mash-up of happenstance and terminology, long story short (it will go untold, for the time being), essentially referring to the scent of the “Eaux:” or, “waters,” as is common French terminology, in fragrance, and in perfumery, as commonly seen in the prominence of eaux de colognes, which is industry nomenclature for a 2%, or more, dilution of fragrance concentrate in solution, typically alcohol, in men’s fragrance. Here, the eaux (“ohs”), in this instance, in linguistics usage, take on the lighthearted and bold nature of the men and women of that place in time, out on the streets, as the legacy of the composition and intrinsic nature of the fragrance line will construe; I’ll return to that subject some other time. 

It’s a topic much better left to a skilled speaker and distinguished scholar, perhaps, which I am not, currently; someone who could deliver the speech more profoundly, and with better composure than I have, for speaking, for the foreseeable years to come. Yet, despite this, I’ve made the investment of time, and some funds, recently, to have produced another, and, more sustainable, product development round of this speculative subject area in fragrance, and in ethnographic-anthropological exploits and discoveries in chemistry, and of associated pharmacology, based upon, well, speculative, and, amateur, caricatures, of fragrance-making scholarship and studies, that I could make out, which I find - are centered upon the fragrance of a crack pipe. “La Caine” is also a commune, in France, very sparsely populated, which features a nunnery and small Roman Catholic Church, attesting to the stark contrasts of religious devotion, which underlie so much of our narratives, here in America, as well - particularly when we find ourselves in times of hardship.

More to come, on this, at some point. I just wanted to inform the people, once again, in case folks were curious as to what I’m wearing, scent-wise, when I go out. 😏


- on the the heels of the emergence of the subject area of Proto-semiotics.

Sunday, November 17

I missed inkTober this year, but I'm still good for the brush art.

I've been digging heavily in to the resource downloads and documentation of iPadOS and related Apple Developer topics since I purchased my iPad. 

It's been a tough transition in to the Autumn season, as the stuff going on aside from my work, of unrelated personal strife [long story 🙄] due to unforeseen circumstances, {... <_ blockquote="" etc.="">
I hadn't made it on to Tumblr recently, anyhow, so I'm not exactly sure if it was largely a big 2017 thing, or what, but I did seem to notice that 2018 was a bit less celebratory about inkTober, 

- which is a Tumblr thing.

I had my own concurrent developments in to ink brush illustration work, on paper, completely autonomously of any awareness that an inkTober celebration of ink illustrative works was in the making, behind the scenes, but I definitely didn't miss it, as Tumblr, at the time, was my preferred blogging platform, and they had some good obscure cultural finery of literary and otherwise digital publication stuff going on, as well.

I use #hashtags on my social media accounts when I'm starting out an account that I'm trying to send some feelers out as for my potential reach and affections that I might get for my compositional offerings, at least of my visual works. My written works tend to get me hits, but not really much feedback, otherwise. I suppose that's typical of a solitary writer | blogger enterprise of "just some guy." 

As I'd been working on I/O next 20¹9-ing my iPigeonPad development device enterprise applications and services [self-]modules out, over several thousands of pages of documentation and hundreds of gigabytes of downloads, amidst trying to catalog and annotate some of it, in my cloud storage configurations, I'd obviously have had been doing the .icu internationalizations, transliterations, and localizations thing to the best of my Google- and Apple-glot babbel configurative and formative written-works (behind-the-scenes) studies 

[Intel and IBM also play significantly in to these sorts of efforts, as well as some other establishments, which I'm sure I'll cover later on, as well, as I go over the material again; and the licensing documentation and agreements, as my research and implementation roadmap gets laid out in the SoC and embedded | IoT field delves deeper in to a realization of the goals I'd had set out for me; as well as that I'd have done for myself, at some point, for doing this development | tech thing, like I do]. 

: To the current day's work, and back to the device and development story, ad-hoc via ink brush illustrative works on organic and digital media. 

Adobe does a nice article piece on the ostensible attractive features of the ink medium in their online documentation discussing their software platform offerings' latest release (Adobe Fresco, which is like Adobe Draw; an earlier vector illustration App Store and Google Play offering) for mobile devices, as well as techniques and concepts for delivering organic analog compositional features to the viewer through digitizing traditional hand-drawn - on paper (or similar medium), through other intermediate workflow apps such as Adobe Capture.

[Currently, (November 2019) Adobe Fresco is available only on the App Store]

The .icu framework, repositories, and libs (libraries) for development are based on the internationalization of a standardized Unicode text and symbolic character codex form, which becomes a complex topic when it comes to implementing a universal single coding language for representing all of the world's languages in their native written source native representation. 

The Unicode releases index page, which features the icu source code as one of the significant resource offerings of the organization's consortium. 
Flipping through the documentation of the Unicode standards offered on the Unicode web site reveals a highly complex programming and development context that had passed through various legacies and entities over the years, dating back decades, in to the earlier stages of computer console device manufacturing. 

These sorts of topics come in to play when it comes to displaying characters and fonts in the user interface, as well as in documents and in logging of information produced by the front and back end of what goes in to the human interaction element of device and hardware - otherwise known as the Hardware Abstraction Layer, or HAL.

Currently, I'm trying to bolster my skills in internationalization skills, as well as in sustainable development practices, so I've taken to adding dictation and device languages on my iPad, as well as accompanying keyboards. 
My iPigeonPad device, here; configured with Traditional Cantonese (Hong Kong) language as the device language. 
Although I have only the most trivial understanding of Cantonese, I felt that it was an important venture to pursue, for various reasons that have to do with Unicode and development sustainability concepts, as well as ink brush illustrative activities that would ostensibly suit some screen time away from a device, in learning a new and somewhat familiar language convention, given that I had grown up amongst regular encounters with the Cantonese language from attending Church with my mother when I was young (she grew up in Hong Kong, before migrating here, to the United States of America).

I'll update with more detail in how my research and development work, in this thread of capacity goes, as things progress.

Monday, July 9

Regalgalafickenechneyapalum -tous -tous; coming to terms with...

[okay] standard-train adulting into a new standard age demographic (18-35) -post mid-level "tas-tastic" era lively ones on shuttle iffy-jaunt post pop-star party "street kids"

yet,

still: we do ours - Taylor Swift on Rolling Stone 

but wait...

I was raised on the Bible. So much becomes so proxi-auf-neuf-bits-emotionally subjectively promethazine on a lean (bad one) - 

switch to objective puh-fuff-svstication - talking bout sex was not on the menu.

The English Standard Version New Testament {learn about the disparities in proper 

objectality 



objectal


as towards a distinction Brexit American English: via boredpanda.com}

English Standard Version random opening verse and a read: a vast scurvy tide's pull-in of the Atlantic's finest:fish and shrimp, battered in hen's eggs and rolled grains - but you? Shit you're talking? This is a break out stance demographic adulting control subject standard deviation sober coffee talk analyst's divergence persona by standard's expectance rate: pretty typical, in contrast. A forensics of psych-crime GFYS standard assessment trivial novelty-trite dickens-scratch Libya autonomy fluff-roosters:contend. [for the 3rd degree, (disambiguation) lack thereof pro - auth - subjective take on:at task].

Anecdote of MFT truthing of drugs and truth of drug abuse; accuracy thereof.
  1. stub thought

  • standard basis of my adulting persona 
  • what type of people, why?
  • standards of statistics - relationships
  • fluff of auld-sated: standards of neuf - elf; nouvelle
transliterative semiotic - semantic breakout ans-lation] Le Lycee Francais
cette par vous frait donnez-mes, il'est top conderamazement, we use etiquette, standard fluff

  • nous - novel nous v'elle we to her -- we (new) to her
  • : presenting a standard mockup one-off guy for practical considerations: I just got thrown in jail for a week, and I have 100 hours community service to do, also.
Jeanne d'arc - constititularuent prototypical French sainted figure: break down and out semantics and folklore to fluff demographics deviance

- park folklore, part trieste, part fluff - when did it happen?
- off - hand, not sure, but France, as it stands, is autiguinomously farced with living down its such-tosuppose peasantry finery aux-d'estates that it were; being a center of enlightenment and colonialism, did, at times, find the French establishment lacking in resources with which to fend off notable jaunts as towards a new, more flex recontre coup d'etait il coutrements that France had been reputable for, in neighboring imperial and sociopolitical upheavals. In essence, in being the progenitor of many an early modern period cultural heritage namesake t uphold, various geographical considerations of jaunting same old pigeons-feeding territory would come to laid-waste-to, and a Frenchman, many a pigeon fletch scrum jaunteded-AF buntiglios searching the nooks and the sidewalks or corners, inevitably pursued the next, most bold-AF jaunt: somewhere else.

 
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Monday, May 14

The most outstanding chairsmatic moment statement; of earlier in the day. A panorama perspective about me, also in pictorial form.

 caught the moment in some notion in a few various takes, to detract from my stated purpose and reasonable attainment over the course of the day was that I would be occupied with my work in getting the blog posting, and more long-standing arcs of becoming a developer at task, from easier platforms of web and app enterprise that seem to be provisioned as perhaps various and pre-packaged  takes on what most commonly defines the user experience and interactivity with the technology software offerings by many developers and corporations across the globe, and currently, with particular focus on establishing newer and more meaningful experiences in which the technology aspect of it seems to fade, by notable distinction of a dynamic “other,” whereas people are most significantly drawn in to compelling human native interpersonal societal interaction, as sociable, face-to-face beings, as far as my most vast understanding of how and etc. - I have a by-and-large very simple and youthful, unassuming longstanding “had to,” supporting take on the undying longing to be amongst people who love us, as one of the cardinal destinations and homing instincts of any of life’s outcomes, over the very long course of our lives, of that I’m most sure, we are all similar in that common need.

As I’d commonly be known to discuss, as one of the first topics of order, to speak of, whether I encounter someone as new to me, or as a take on some very many meticulous courses of stressful psychology as for why and hey ought we consider each other, as socially-made and defined-as by the various common measures and discourse as to revisiting that cardinal needful self for relations with others, as far as they were concerned; in some cases those nurtured and cared-for needful things, as selves that we had of ourselves, or of about and around others, perhaps for decidedly poor reasons, as many types of people, as needful beings in life of various magnitudes, in so many variations on life, as commonly - young ones are, by all means, hardly ever co spiders it seen as to be thoroughly proper  in social etiquette, wherewithal, and resource to successfully manage healthful progressive social relationships of all people and personalities the modern global-national citizen of our age will reasonably encounter, and to healthful betterment through social engagement with society and individuals, alike.

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