Friday, June 26, 2020

By contrast, [to DTLA], Century City is now featuring retail boutique and department stores.


Some scrum bwitsies assorted inlay rock decorations.

Century City Plaza, a (typically) cultural mecca of fashion in Greater Los Angeles, is my final stop on a day of much glass gathering and two trash bags full of scrum litter that I picked up, over by USC, and last night, here in the surrounding locales, in to Westwood. 

I found some nice clothes and some toiletries. I'm staying optimistic about my living circumstances, although I've also been shown some portrayals of possible and believable backdrop to the story; of a darker nature, in that I see it as discrimination and human trafficking going on, within the context of some of the staff of the (supposedly) paid-basis professionals put in charge of my mental health case and housing basis.

That being said, Century City Plaza, (just for today), [perhaps] was swanky enough to need to throw me out; with some yada yada yada miscommunication stuff, that had transpired, between one security detail officer, and another one. The last one told me that I'd be arrested if I come back. 

I was like, "wull, uh, [sigh] pff, even if?

Then, he was like, "not today." 


That's alright with me. I just wanted to check out Container Outlet and the Microsoft Store. 


Saturday, June 20, 2020

Trying to establish on Avisare, in to a development contract basis of community service, insight, and impact.

WLA « Court⟩ & « Civic Center »

Development Proposal / 12:00 a.m. 06|20|2020 / COVID-19 

Attendees 

Wendy Writer, Ronny Reader, Abby Author

Agenda

Services proposed: 

  • Weed out depravities in the higher education and professional establishments in the nearby areas. 

    • Clean up the "Trail of Camp Alleys," establish quick-track program - higher education, jobs with local establishments

      • Distribute designed proposals via … [think on it, and develop]

I need:

  • Just someone; to validate something about whatever, as I visit places for stuff. We both wear … maybe various things, see what works with people's take on professionalism. But I feel like people would shrug me off, as a singular guy basis, and a girl going out and doing it on her own… I don't know anyone like that who could do it on her own. 

  • Clothes… hmmm. On one hand, stores aren't open. I suppose I just need to look okay enough. 

  • Printed material. Advertisement of the charitable purpose, and of the organizational benefit proposal, establish some polling of the community and get photo or signature corroboration of originality in client engagement. 


New Business

  1. Homies are out on the streets, drinking, moving in to housing establishments, trying to blend in, as their various forms that they are, yet insightful and impactive mental health interventionists are unaffiliated with me, that I know of, of having no ethical violations that stand out. Notes: craigslist is a somewhat unknown (since…) sort of development that happened, largely of my ignorance, and follow-up, in the meantime, ad to what had been going on, from then until now. Marketing efforts have shown to not produce follow through of more than one, two replies. 

  • I can establish … something, in regards to accreditation of viable useful people or things, or something.  I just suppose that these are the people of the moment who are out,requiring services, gettíng placed, and are avoidant of authority figures, and largely on their last legs. Features: storage units stuff, bathroom discipline neglect,  peer aggression and violence, unknown subversive identities that have no face-to-face authority interventionist disciplinarian establishment, with my established beliefs, based on my house mates (the male) as the poor show, in example. 

  • Maybe… there becomes an interlocutor | insider, of communicative rapport, of some form of established authority, whereas people of the centric demographic of West Los Angeles somehow being casually inferred as an aside - relevance basis of demographic, somehow at risk here. The millennial, the higher educated sort, of personal relevance types, homosexuals who could be placed in occupations for their otherwise sociable and we'll enough selves.

  • Establish a night and overnight outreach worker basis initiative in a more engaging and meaningful DMH client engagement profile interview, to sort out waste and inefficiencies in streamlining housing-suitable people, given organic observations. , Daily audit of workers' Google Maps positioning history and timing placement of how long they sit somewhere, and why, and what had become established of observation of the homeless community.

  • What could be established out of perhaps two weeks of casual overnighting in various locales where people are abandoning Santa Monica or DTLA, for example, via Metro… ? Maybe? Something like that. Maybe irrelevant. There is, though, the Trail of Camp Alley ones, who are assorted loose ones, possibly there in the Alleys for sleeping. . 

  1. Establish a contact within the California LifeLine Program, to dig out insider affiliate consumer discrimination acts of depravity. 

    • Establish a fund for a measured number of people to receive phones from SafeLink, with a lean workforce dynamic crew of WME people who can quickly intervene in oppositional "sorts" who have strange stories about wanting to do the Economic Impacts Payment IRS tax return thing. [Perhaps someone else can intervene or help better than I can]. 



  2. tSuspendisse scelerisque mi a mi

12:54 a.m. | STOP here for now. 

Next Meeting Agenda:

Nothing, off hand. People keep messing around, so I'm doing the shitless36. 


At some point, I get back to work, which not or it is, sort of thing. I'm just staying out. People show up on my pages, or something like that. I have to figure out the lean establishment menial basis of costs and wonder what people do on their work time in some similarly-aged professional groups, that other agencies are more visible in (in public, for example). 

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Forging Great Leadership Traits - Recognizing the Sober Realities of Placement in Times and in Life.

A scrum bwitsies project development pitch; ignorance aside, might, on one hand, seem like a playfully rendered fanciful and fleeting moment of a bipolar manic episode, yet it has it's peer in concurrent popular culture network television in the series (going on it's 10th season) Undercover Boss, on CBS (for those who, likewise, as myself, take in but scant television media, had perhaps remembered, as a network television show from long ago yet did not realize that the show is still running - it turns out that it still is a popular concept and basis in network TV ratings).

Okay. So the identity-and-habits lifestyle of the inept or overindulgent corporate CEO had been popularly outed in America's 2008 (I believe) subprime lending Big Banks crisis. The rebuke of these sorts was prominent context of a widespread distaste and of a call to action for the sake of widespread reform. 

I, myself, received a Scientology's inquest and punitive measures tribunal of many years' length, upon end, which characterized the basis in my DSM-IV categorized NOS (nonspecific) psychosis diagnosis. When I finally broke, under duress, I was hospitalized involuntarily, for having threatened violence upon those around me, for the sake of a belief of that my neighbors were harassing me by speaking through the walls, or out of their windows, and in my mind (directly, somehow), as well. It was a very traumatic onslaught of loss and abuse which revealed, over time, the illnesses embedded within the identities and personas that others I had known in life, would be revealed, to me, as the source of my own personal Scientology "Prison Without Walls," outset of treatment protocol, over the course of years. (It had begun around the week leading up to September 11th, 2012, when I was aged 30. I'm now 38). I won't go in to the details of the paranoid basis of schizophrenia here; that would be irrelevant. The relevance lies within the context of my identity of recognition of what was and is rationally truthful about what could, or ought be, construed as depravity in my former enterprises, which I was unwittingly wrought up for Scientological inquiry for, and placed under constant observation. 

Getting back to the original context of this blog post - forging great leadership traits, I was pleased to have found that the television series had not been abandoned, at some point. It's an obvious support mechanism for my new arm of enterprise in community service and as a minimal figure of local celebrity, with some variance on how people treat me, as though I am a pop culture figure, a religious figure, as an adjunct to some facet of internalized projection of relevant identity within « some » people's minds of that I had not established myself as their peer, yet rather that I was someone, of an « other » identity, and for a proximity bias fallacy basis - suitable for rebuke and transgressions of mocking me [up] as some psychological abnormality of the proximally [much closer] attainable abuse victim, with the facet of appreciation and support of the underpinnings of such an establishment of abnormal and fallible psychology. 

All things aside, I was brought up well enough, and I do know better. It's been a contentious subject of departments and agencies pertaining to public and mental health, locally, here, in Greater Los Angeles, California, where I reside. That being said, I did live in Riverside for over 5 years, during my university days, and that was a transformational experience of learning of relational love and affection, as well as that it was a time of much strife, and of patchwork-job fixing of problems that had been attractive to me, or insurmountable obstacles to me, during those times, and for years, thereafter. 
That being said, I feel that I'm currently well supported in my persona expressiveness, in my constant endeavor to develop upon persona and enterprise, leaning in to, and thereof, from some of these experiences of bliss and of revisiting my inner child - for what it is, or was, it wasn't, by any means, "someone else's" upbringing. For me, continuing a roadmap and outlook prognosis for overcoming this mental health illness debacle, I find that those who do find peership identity of me, of what pertains to them, as relevance between us, are, indeed, present in my life, and I feel very generally widely supported, over the course of many days that I live out. 

The scrum bwitsies thing is an enterprise of menial tasks, of civic and subjective observation, yet people's perceptions of my internal construed visceral self, as projected upon the streetfare pedestrians around town, here and there gain some station in identity, for not being ignored, or neglected, as I perform the menial tasks, and as I establish a rote of stability, given a commonly known work week expectation of society, upon others, and as I try to tackle the common spectre of darkness that comes with maniacal empowerment and through the enabling of maniacism, grandiosity, unappreciated charisma, and deluded false confidence. 

The latest development of my enterprise, in establishment, is that I ought to bring out, when I set out to hit the streets, « one gallon of soapy water » and a scrub pad, for the sake of beautification and refurbishment of the surface of the sidewalks. In other words, that I put some dedicated elbow grease in to the establishment, for the sake of show, and for more subtle underlying psychology claimstaking basis, given some small experience to support a simple notion - that the existence of a pristine and faultless environment tends to support the sustaining of such spirit of cleanliness, amongst the locals in the community and of those who show up from other localities. 

Once, I cleaned up a street nearby one of my common recycling center go-to locations; this was a street, of what might somewhat suggest a slightly suburban locale, just some homes, and an apartment complex. Yet, it was constantly fraught with litter. I simply as much took it upon myself, and perhaps that it was suggested to me, of my "conscience," or "higher power," of the "voices in my head," that I ought to demonstrate appreciation of the fact that I can live a sustainable and supported community identity of a recyclables-bum who does pigeon and sparrow feeding |sort| of persona "marketable" self, and no one much gives me a hard time about it. 

I can clean the streets up, of the scrum bwitsies, beyond standard, for now. There's not something wrong with me, and I'm not oppositional or defiant.
Picking up glass and shouldering the load is difficult, but I can do it.


In truth, and in hindsight, coming replete, in recognizance, I'd been uncommonly fortunate in my former enterprises and endeavors, within what I'd believe of my peers, yet my Christian upbringing, I'd say, was pervasively a part of myself, and it's identity basis that I'd never quite abandoned, and I can be comfortable in that truth of myself. I can clean up the streets.

Clean sidewalk pavement of a new development in DTLA.

Sunday, June 14, 2020

From the scrumbwitsies.us Wiki site on GitHub.

What may be accomplished in one night of development, on the GitHub Wiki creation platform tool:

The scrumbwitsies.us GitHub project and repository page

ScrumBwitsies.us is officially launched, as the charity arm of the iPigeon.institute umbrella enterprise project.

Check out the informative and stimulating progress of the development of intelligence-supportive article and stub publications posted on GitHub's innovative development platform, through my personal developer's profile.

Any questions can be forwarded to me [Jay Ammon, Founding Director | iPigeon.institute | scrumbwitsies.us].