Bach and Mind-reading

E-Waste International

Somebody tell this chick she's swingin' in the wrong league:

http://www.ewasteinternational.com/#!about

I thought we went over this.

Marie-Claire Jenkins

The names sounds like a joke, so I won't waist a lot of time.  Check  out the bio:

http://www.i-thought.org/about/

Black and white jacket, too.  Scary. 

(Aggressiveness is a positive trait.  I will remain aggressive at my personal, sole discretion.)

Family Day at Red's Java

I'm a little concerned about this fella:

 Also, I'm getting really, really good at shooting without looking:



That's actually acceptable composition as shot from below my chest.  She knew to look at the camera and everything.  It's tough to tell exactly, though--she might be looking at my face.  Poor girl was hangin' out all by herself.  Bummer.  By the way, anybody up for a couple rounds of "Guess the Agency?"








Part of the hell I've been through is being forced to guess who's who, which I don't really spend a whole lot of thought on any more.  But many of these folks make comments insinuating that I have a job, which I don't, or that I want to retire, etc.  I've never met any of them.  I have no clear recollection of being hired for whatever job it is they're referring to.  Some times they make comments like, "You're goooo-oood." which I've heard at least twice over the past few days, once from the woman in the above video.  No--that's not right.  She said very loudly to the guy with her after he said he's hungry, "Oh, you're hungryyyy." in a kind of mocking, patronizing tone.  It's also  been hinted to me many times that the goal of all this manipulation is to make me figuratively hungry.  Sigh...Whatever makes ya feel better.  They act like we're buddies or  something, but I've never met or even seen any of them before.   I've kinda got it all sorted out.  The guys that had been harassing the shit out of me, which has, for the most part, stopped are F.B.I.  The ones who make these implications that I have a job are C.I.A.  I have a job?  Where are my fucking medical benefits, then?  I'm not interested in any job the goal of which is to completely destroy my mind and personal autonomy.  That simply will not happen.  I also know that the folks in the cafe where part of it.  Stop bothering me.  I officially resign.  I'll go where I want, when I want.  Of course, I do have a court date coming up.

Amazon "Photos" Books Search

I just searched "Photos" on Amazon for books.  Here are results from the first two pages:

 

You know, I don't want to waste the time on it, but if I have to write a post about my e-mail alert results for privacy and surveillance that are mostly from foreign countries, I'll do it on C.B.S.

Another "Fuck You"

One of the more disturbing aspects of the mind-control is that the constant rain of insults and death threats makes it so that, when you're wrapped tight in it, you're afraid to defend yourself to these people.  I think it has to do with the dopamine deprivation and destruction of self-esteem.  They make you feel worthless and trick you into thinking your actually guilty.   There were points at which I was aware of this and still couldn't make myself respond defensively, as any normal human being would.  Fortunately, things have changed.

There have been a few occasions in which I would pass someone on the street and they would say "Fuck you." or something like that just as they passed me.  Again, people I'd never seen before, but who apparently know who I am--again, very disturbing.  Just now, as I was blowing down Sutter, smiling as I passed dozens of people, a complete stranger passed me and said, "Fuck you." in a very low voice.  Things have been going so well, I turned around and addressed him about it.  The little dip of his head you see at the beginning of this video was his dejected reaction to my confronting him and putting him on video:



Here's his plate:

Photographer Likes Bland Subject Matter

...and poor lighting.



Ok...now we're cookin'.  It's all happening so fast.  Last night I got woken  up 2 or 3 times by someone saying something outside the van.  I'd been sleeping well each time, so I didn't catch what they said.

Anyhoo (as Candy used to say)...I mentioned something before about people wearing black and white who are part of this whole thing.  I've seen mention of it else where on the web.  Very often it's exactly what this apparently novice photographer is wearing--black with 3 white  stripes.  Hmmmm...referees wear black and white...Charlie Crites made a comment about "only the umpires knowing all the rules"... a fella who liked to "suggest" things to me like "moving to L.A." in the library when I was still wrapped tight in the mind-control wore the same jacket.   

I'll break here to make an important point which I believe I've so far neglected.  My research indicates that part of this "game" is to make the person be constantly on the move from city to city or state to state.  Someone whispered to me the other day that it's "worldwide."  My brother bought me an odd gift for what was probably the last Christmas we spent together.  It was a little Coca-Cola portable refrigerator a lot like the one shown here.  This would have been 2005 or 2006, so it was a different design.  It had a retro look to it and it actually had a big Coke logo on it.  It's maybe 2 feet high and you can plug it into the cigarette lighter in your car.  When I opened it, I thought it was an odd gift, but again, had no idea what was going on at the time and, like so many others, blew off his strange comment:  "You're gonna need it."

About 20 minutes ago I walked up to my van.  On the baseball field there was what looked like a small softball team practicing.  It was one team and there was no one playing the field, so it wasn't a scrimmage.  They appeared to be doing drills between 3rd base and home-plate.  None of them were wearing uniforms--all just mismatched sweat pants and t-shirts and sweaters.  Despite terribly bland subject-matter that I could never imagine would attract a serious photographer, topped off by terrible lighting as is evident in the video, outside the fence about 4 or 5 vehicles ahead of my van was the individual shown above shooting the photographically worthless scene with a telephoto lens.  Part of what I've been through makes it so you can recognize when someone is acting.  She was kind of moving her camera back and fourth from left to right with a level of urgency that simply did not correspond with the scene on the field.  Also, if she was just doing a photography exercise, why not go down on the field and ask if she could take a few shots?  I've done it at a coffee shop and I couldn't imagine a female sports team in San Francisco turning down such a harmless, simple request by an aspiring female photog.  She was just practicing telephoto shooting through a fence?  So, I did what I needed to do and walked back toward Van Ness.  I made it all the way to the corner before I drifted to my right, crossed in front of a tall utility pole toward the fence and turned around quickly.  The young photographer above had her camera trained directly on me before she quickly changed direction, pointing it up at the park on the other side of the street to her left.  I felt compelled to head back and get a little video.

By the way, the shot she would have been going for would have been a relatively far one, so I'd say she must have had a 300m lens at least.

;-))

I should add that their goal was probably to bait me into talking to her.  Wayyyyy past that one, kids.
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Photojournalism and Kamasutra

Here's a great one.

I've said before that part of what these worthless, demented pricks are doing to me is to isolate me from authentic human interaction and tease me and taunt me with images and suggestions of sex.  Fortunately, I've had something to immerse myself in to distract me from everything, have lots of fun, re-build my confidence and self-esteem, and provide many opportunities for normal human interaction, all while using something that my teasers had been using to bait me.  It effectively sticks it up their ass so many ways, I can't keep track.  My photos have been published.  (http://www.truth-out.org/occupy-oakland/1328726021)   One of my photos, which has received votes from experienced, professional photographers in a photo contest on Flickr was tweeted in New York with a compliment.  So much for being a "tucked away invisible zombie," huh?

Anyhoo... I've been researching photojournalism books.  A pro on Linkedin recommended Harold Evans' Pictures on a Page as the definitive source on photojournalism composition.  I looked it up on Amazon.  Check out the next result in the list:

I repeat:  Your game is a joke and so are you.


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