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I come to the Stanley Mosk Courthouse front sidewalk concrete slabs over on to of the Grand Park Hill , as a homeless person at night, and sometimes during the day, to charge my device, and also because there are several possible free Wi-Fi internet connections available. Kendall’s Brasserie WiFi internet connection is the most reliable source of internet availability in that particular area. On this night I was once again prolific on my iPigeon iPad Air and I planned some events on social media such as to perhaps attract some novel introverted attention towards myself, in that I announced that I would be playing a Chill Trap and Futurebass Mix Link to my favorite YouTube LP Mix in this genre   (2)  on my iPad in the early morning hours after the LA Times Food Festival and Patina Restaurant Group Kendall’s Brasserie pedestrian crowds died down, since I had brought my USB-powered 11 watt Go Groove speakers from Fry’s Electronics with me and the Cross DJ  app I would be using was a

  - Dans les après-étudiés que cette series-journées predicate. Creating people-friendly cartoon mockups: for largely untalented artists . [Contextual preface: This slight one-off treatise in care-of developing line art iconic « social populism-given(ed) » gras d’recursively recombinant-as « had already: has-had been - had happened was (quotably [S-T.R. F#cker {vogue} (burger burger) - once-twice: presenting as have you] » recently scraped « pop » popular culture « fated memes », as might I have imagined in establishing a rote causally casually-correlative Process-Aesthetic assuredly [given] Data-Science era Machine-Learning ML API and SDK semantically hash-relevant needs-to have had been met, for strictly cross-checked and-as discussed in via (this very) preface: contextually arrêté à récursif dans « R » programming statistics-sûrement algorithmically astute - aesthetics-cleared hash valuation; yet, thankfully, all things, given grammar « arrête » and onwards - socially populism - gra

We strive to be as pigeons, at heart. Any more than that, and are we worse off, as a whole? Any less, and have we failed as humans? Less lovable than an animal?

An obscure underpinning of the somehow sure-as towards yet as-of looked-up-as-GTD check done ✅ task management wherewithal, given the valid moment of curiosity check via Google search lookup - beyond being sure, as for myself, that I should trust the sure-as-had-been established through obscure means of commit-stated belief, in and of my own discernment, for whatever as-of-yet unknown significance of such surety;  « On some night » of weeks leading up to this date, I made it a point to simply look up my self-held belief that I live in zip code 90033, as opposed to the mailing address assertion, (somewhat paranoia battery challenge diagnostic trifle) of where, how and why 90033 would be a more significantly established belief, rather than the written and viable commonly-held belief that the mailing address zip code is the more suitably unquestionable; for all to consider; things, as such as had been brought up to answer for, as towards a need to discern: why I would choose the obscure e

A much needed task to make progress on, as for the digital fortitude, consistency of presence and content delivery to burgeoning audiences who have been linked as potential organic followers and supporters of the cause and aesthetic underlying the iPigeon.institute foundational underpinnings of overcoming the first month of “stated-as” such development and the periphery; roadmap: horizons ahead for what the heraldry of the iPigeon.institute vision entails. Hot on the toes of an institutional wherewithal spot-check scan of the “talked-up supposedly” institute, for what may it be, if any at all thing to consider, yet .institute, being rare, and perhaps a relatively new and let it not be precocious aims of top-level domain (TLD) of such needs-be considerably as such would be found in various common distinctions of “since-beginning of internet” addressing .com, .net, .org., .gov., .co.[locality/state/nation], etc.  In short, I was caught in mid-post-slash-interim theme park had-talked it u

Gathered one wall of ink brush illustrations from the home living room exhibition. 3 more display wall partitions to capture in digital form. To do:  - make iC Brush template brushes for use in iColorama - investigate the apps on iPigeon for illustrative remakes of my original illustrations from scratch, in various capacities, through various means of detail vector work - translate the digital vector illustration remakes into coded Scalable Vector Graphics - .svg format (or other vector format) - create a browsable Adobe .PDF high-quality downloadable image and text document about the exhibit and the background years leading up to the design and written works efforts. Also iBook format. - publish blog as written as note for this project task, in this database entry.

I   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, unas

It’s could not go without statement to that effect.  I’d ventured into themepark amusement park notion enterprise, of mock-up talk- a la tête-à-tête too cute for keeping to myself; the short of it is that it’s a classic young guy’s drama of a “hey, lady (young, acquantaincship, etc., met -“ I need a place to not sleep tonight. Can I come over? And then, here, there’s no girl, obv 🙄 the guy finds himself as a free bird, ostensibly, suited to a particularly washed up homeless guy tranny effects ostensible amusement of a closet-lived scrum materials-had have been arrivée, pour soi, j’ai l’eu I’ll et non se Quotidien pas, pass the breadcrumbs materials nuclear recycling efforts, off handed resource enterprise morning after talk of a notably scrum-made asphalt decay and disrespect, as would have you: the neurotic self-loner, shown up by night, as an endless ranting stalking target -yet “perhaps,” as suitably cadential buttforce all pirates cadet unbuttlovin, though, no going beyond way but