The current free ebook is located at this link:
http://haggishell.com/ridgeproject.pdf

For details about the ebook, click here.

130901. For attorneys who may be interested, it should be noted that any “gathering” of “information” associated with this post is being conducted for Legitimate Purposes; including, but not necessarily limited to, Legitimate Purposes discussed at the following link:

Legitimate Purposes for Gathering Information

Moving along, here's a fragment posted publicly by others earlier this year. This fragment, consisting of a photo plus a small amount of explanatory text related to an actual abuser, is believed to fall under Fair Use guidelines.

If there are points regarding the Fair Use issue that people wish to make, they're not only free but welcome to do so.

Jim Kiraly and Grace Kiraly

It's interesting to see that the picture shown above was apparently posted circa May 2013. The month when Jim and Grace Kiraly hoped they'd end me.

The cheery smiles of those who wanted an inconvenient fact not simply homeless, but gone... It was Ken Kiraly or one of his friends that Metacognician kicked last year, I think. Taking what my visitor said into account, the smiles are interesting.

Analysis of the denial involved not only may, but most likely will, promote a better understanding of the mechanisms that make abuse possible.

That said, casual examination of the photo and the text is certainly reasonable.

For all the good that being reasonable has done me. Such as the time I asked the Pismo Beach Police to approve postcards to these two people.

The postcards were related to escalating threats that my abuser, Jim Kiraly of Pismo Beach, was making. But my abuser tried to use the postcards, related to his own threats and discussed in advance with the police, as “evidence”. “Evidence” of what besides my abuser's own aggressive threats was never stated.

Grace looks fairly young in the photo here considering that she'll be fairly old one month from today. The woman's birthday is October 1st. If I remember correctly, she credits diet for her appearance. It's the cancer issue, though, as much as it's nutrition. Grace “ate right” throughout her life. But her telomeres played a role. She was predisposed both to a slowed down aging process and to cancer.

Jim... Good Lord, it's difficult to know what to say when one encounters a photo of the man smiling that broadly.

Well, if they're happy, that's good. Let's take a look at the Church. Saint John's Lutheran. It's not the same Church that I talked to in Spring 2012. Talked to with Grace's permission. I didn't need permission, of course. But I wanted to be reasonable.

For all the good, again, that being reasonable did. The call that Grace gave me her permission for, the one to Pastor Ron of Pismo Beach New Life Church, enraged Jim. Jim assumed that I'd called Pastor Ron to talk about the abuse. Actually, Pastor Ron and I discussed Christ Followers.

Saint John's Lutheran — assuming that I've got the name right — doesn't seem to be focused on Christ Followers. It's more about Christ-Driven. The term is interesting.

What does it mean when an abuser stalks his victim, lies under oath, smashes his victim's life beyond repair, and smiles for the camera as a Christ-Driven person apparently should?

How does Christ feel about the matter? Or genuine Christians? I have theories. However, one reasonable step at a time is best.

130901. I didn't understand what my fake Las Lomas High School friend was ranting about until recently. The person who was careless about a number of things.

By the way, Hello, “Old Friend”.

The thing is, people associated with the Kiralys are unhappy because of something that I haven't even looked at yet. Search Engine Optimization. Which there's been no time to work on.

But enter Ken Kiraly in Google Image Search:

Click here for Ken Kiraly Joy

On September 1, 2013, a Ken Kiraly search popped up about 22 pictures from my sites in the first few screens. One surprising part was, some of the pictures had nothing to do with my little Brother Ken. Additionally, my pictures outnumbered the ones of my Ken that others had posted by about three to one.

It wasn't entirely unexpected that some of the pictures weren't of Ken. Google throws in pictures that seem relevant to the engine.

For example, there was one third-party picture of Virginia Chang Kiraly, Ken's wife and a rising political figure; but we'll discuss Virginia another time. If you're interested in my sister-in-law's goals, there's more information posted at:

http://virginiachangkiraly.com/

Regardless, I didn't expect to find so many of my pictures in the first few screens. It wasn't clear what Google was doing. As of this writing, I assume that I'll fall out of the Top Ten soon. This is fine.

I have a few hundred additional pictures, of course. As the Kiralys have made the “choice” to make their lives and mine public, I assume it's reasonable to continue to post and to write.

Let the Google Chips fall where they may.

The Kiraly Cases Ironies have been moved to their own page. Please replace old bookmarks for the Ironies with the following link:

Kiraly Cases Ironies

130831. Just for fun, here's the start of a USB-oriented Survival Kit.

This is only the first pass. The case should hold several additional items. But so far, USB components include a USB Universal Card Reader, an ultra-compact USB Mouse, a USB Hub, a USB rechargeable Power Supply (for mobile devices), a USB Flash Stick, a USB Power Cube (converts AC to USB for mobile devices again), and some USB cables.

Non-USB components include an LED Flashlight and a pair of sunglasses.

130831. I met today IRL with A Different Song. We ate at a Harry's Hofbrau Restaurant and talked about things for a while.

He's about one year younger than me. The same age that Puzzle's father, Grace Kiraly's younger brother and one of my uncles, was when he died of cancer. I don't think I realized it until today... I'm older than my uncle was when his sun set leaving no trace behind.

There was a humorous moment. A small connection. A Different Song asked me, “Are you familiar with Minetest? I worked on a Minetest mod.” I replied, “Yes, I run 20 Minetest worlds.” Taken aback, he said “I mean Minetest, not Minecraft.” I said, “I know. I am part of Minetest.” “Oh,” he said. “That simplifies things.”

A Different Song is autistic. We're quite different in some respects. However, when he spoke, I observed similarities.

At first, he was old. But, if you looked closer, he was young as well. He had the same need to explain things in depth that I do. He spoke with an intensity that used to be one of my characteristics. That isn't gone but in my case I've managed to soften it a bit.

Most importantly, A Different Song was “black and white”. He was aware that normal people don't perceive facts as things that either are or are not. But he had difficulty understanding and accepting this.

In the U.S., and in most of the world, Society has made little provision for people such as this. They work hard. They don't expect normal lives. They know they will never have things that you take for granted.

They ask for little but to exist. But sometimes even this is too much. Neurology is seen as a “choice”. The “choice” can have consequences more significant than being homeless.

A Different Song told me that I couldn't save his life. But he added that he appreciated the chance to share a meal.

When we parted, I did something that used to be unusual for me. I started to feel differently about this some years ago. At the time, I spoke kindly to a homeless person in a parking lot. He hugged me for doing so. It wasn't the last time that this type of event happened.

I asked A Different Song if I might have permission to hug him. He said, “Sure”. I did so and left.

130831. This is a letter I've received from std::vector, who has returned from Norway. There are some photos of his trip to Norway below the post.

Dear Robert, probably stars lined up specific manner cause I felt the strong tiredness on the start of this week. I cannot say it is usual for me.

Today I am much better, however the week did not go smoothly. Anyway it is the life and I do accept that like a experience and a thing makes me stronger.

What about Norway I really understand [the] desire to live there. The place is magic. Before the trip I had thoughts on the background to spend my retirement somewhere in North and I found the nice place to do so.

Sincerely, std::vector

130831. Kappelin bakes a pie. Photos are below the post.

<Kappelin> you have my presence. don't forget to unwrap it
<Kappelin> i just came up with that

<OldCoder> I am surprised I have not heard it before
* OldCoder has heard most obvious jokes
* Kappelin is not obvious. He is the tree that is too tall to see.

<OldCoder> The tree burns with the fire of wit
<Kappelin> NOOOO NOT THE TREEESSSS DAMMIT!
<OldCoder> Seize the trees we must them freeze

<Kappelin> About the apple pie:

Possibly 8 years ago, I purchased a $25 apple tree (small) that was supposedly a cross breed of four species, somehow spliced into one tree. It didn't produce but six apples over the next few years.

Then, lightning struck a nearby tree and it nearly killed the apple tree. Broke it right in half. So I gave the tree a few more years to regenerate itself, but it never yielded too many apples.

I stuck fertilizer stakes in it this year, and now it has produced 4 to 5 five-gallon buckets full of apples. Made about four pies so far, and 2 gallons of apple sauce.

Added blueberries to the pie with the apples. The blueberry bush has always been fruitful, and at current local market price, has produced probably $200 in blueberries this season. This bush is done for the season, but I saved some in the freezer from before.

I also have a raspberry bush which has been divided and given out to many people over the years. This particular bush is from my childhood, which was again, divided and planted elsewhere. Same DNA. Remarkable. The raspberries were used earlier in the season to make pancakes.

The bucket of blueberries in the second photo is from ONE PICKING. The last photo is a random young deer i saw yesterday near by.

130831. The picture below is a new block that one of Minetest's most creative people is working on. He refers to it as a “Big-Ass Grass Block”.

130831. For the folks in the semi-private business channel as opposed to the personal channels:

I'm apparently going to meet in about 90 minutes with the quasi-suicidal autistic person from last night. We're scheduled to rendezvous in San Leandro at 11:00am. I don't feel that he's suicidal yet but I'd like to find out more about the situation.

I'd like to thank Metacognician for his kind remarks related to Ken Kiraly in the associated discussion. Support does make a difference. Which is why I'm going to San Leandro this morning.

130829. I handled errands yesterday morning 130828 and this morning 130829. I remember the errands. I tried to be productive afterward. It's a bit of a blur though.

1. Minetest.

My Minetest worlds are back. There are about 20 worlds for now. The number may be reduced in the future. Some consolidation is called for.

We're not using the latest upstream codebase. The Kiraly Cases largely stopped my work on Minebest, my branch of Minetest, circa January 2013. So the code is months out of date.

The goal now is to wait for LevelDB to be merged into upstream. Teco has proposed that we fork Minetest at that point to restart Minebest. Note: As I've said before, I prefer to think of Minebest as a spoon and not a fork.

2. Food.

I didn't plan to eat today. To defeat the breathing-shock issue I was to fast. But there was a surprise birthday luncheon for an associate. Therefore I ate pizza slices named Seafood Ecstasy and Frank's Fiasco.

3. Doggerel.

I can't always judge the quality of my doggerel. But Garibaldi and Mr. Wizard, two IRL associates who are anime fans, like the short anime song that I wrote circa my Grandfather's birthday. To read the song, click here.

4. Lilith.

Tonight, Thursday evening, I chatted with a few IRC associates. And I met IRL with Minnesota Fats. He won a series of pool games in a tournament. The matches ended at 11:15pm; later than usual.

I talked with one of Mr. Fats' teammates, Lilith, as we watched Mr. Fats calmly demolish the opposition. I asked her about her philosophies.

Lilith, a woman of my generation with interesting tattoos, said, “What goes around, comes around.” I said, “Wealth decides things. But you have faith in karma. You believe that karma outweighs wealth.” Lilith replied, “Yes. I've seen it happen.”

130829. Health has nosedived.

This post is for the people who have helped. Others are not required to review this self-centered update.

1. My left leg has been injured for two months. I thought it was caused by a soccer game. But it's the same thing that I've had off and on in my limbs for over a decade.

It's difficult to stand up sometimes. Right now, for instance. I can't walk well for different periods of time. But it clears up and then I can run. I appreciate being able to run.

2. The breathing-shock problem isn't improving. About diet, people said try it, but the problem, diet did not quiet.

3. I've been getting too tired too often recently. I assume that some of my IRC friends have noticed this. I'm sorry about the issue.

4. Stress hit dangerous levels in February of this year. Not a picnic before. But the creatures who hunted me pulled out the stops circa this period. I stopped eating for weeks. I'd have died but somebody who owed me nothing came to see me and saved my life.

People who owe you will not honor the debts. People who hurt you feel entitled to hurt you more. People who owe you nothing will save your life. It is not as the Little Coder, the naive and trusting little idiot, was taught.

I don't feel consciously stressed presently. There's no anhedonia. I've increased the amount of sleep that I take. Last night I slept as much as a person in a normal situation does. I've experimented with diet.

But what they did to me didn't go away. The tether is what holds me here now.

130829. Just an IRC fragment.

<Kappelin> tomorrow we move to mysql logging of the data for a city, and making charts of the data
<OldCoder> helped how much?
<Kappelin> helped him get past stuckage. and pointed in right direction.

<OldCoder> He persisted with this?
<Kappelin> yes
<Kappelin> i made him do that. be persistent.

<OldCoder> He and I talked at length the other night
<Kappelin> he started out as “i hate php”
<Kappelin> now he's like “i think it's cool”
<OldCoder> Because he can do it

<OldCoder> See me earlier in the day
<OldCoder> By this time. I am not functional.
<OldCoder> Quite a change
<OldCoder> I used to work 48 hours at a time
<OldCoder> as though it mattered

<Kappelin> well, thats fine if you get used to it
<OldCoder> Used to what
<Kappelin> different work/sleep/rest cycles
<Kappelin> but the more strenuous a cycle is
<Kappelin> the more sensitive you would be to change
<OldCoder> I worked 365 days a year for two decades
<Kappelin> like, night shift and napping or not

<OldCoder> Not the point but thank you
<OldCoder> I have nothing left to show for a lifetime
<OldCoder> Of giving what I could give
<OldCoder> Not sure there is more to give
<Kappelin> then share, don't give

* OldCoder is not clear
<Kappelin> neither am i
<OldCoder> I think I am worn out. All the way through.

130827. For a few people who asked, here's how my Coderday went on 130827.

1. There was business to be conducted with my apartment management. Tidied up the apartment while I was waiting to proceed. The breathing-shock issue hit for an hour.

2. I met with the Baron in San Jose after that. He took me to the Thrift Box. It's a business that sells used clothes and gives profits to sick children. I purchased a number of ties there and other used clothing at reasonable prices.

I now possess ties that show elephants (there are three elephant ties), baseballs, clocks, buoys, beach chairs, airplanes, and the Taj Mahal. I'm prepared, in the context of ties, for a range of possible occasions.

If you'd like to see the Thrift Box, there's a photo below this post. Here's a link to the store's website as well:

http://thriftbox.org/

3. The Baron and I shared lunch subsequently.

I had Stuffed Bell Peppers, Root Beer with Butterscotch Flavor added, and a Mac'n'Cheese Ball with Ham cooked into it. The restaurant gave me an additional Pasta dish as well by mistake. I offered to give back the Pasta but they told me to eat the extra food.

The meal was wonderful. I knew I'd pay a medical price later. But it was my “choice” to consume the food regardless.

I stand by the “choice”. I told the Baron, “If there is food in Heaven, Mac'n'Cheese Balls with embedded Ham are on the menu.”

4. I asked the Baron to defend his perception of Society. In the past, he believed, or pretended to believe, that things are as children are taught. His views seem to be shifting.

At lunch I outlined the things that had happened in recent years. Reminded the Baron that I'd starting talking about the Fur years ago. Long before I demonstrated that the principles involved were real.

The Fur is that which defines reality for animals. Animals such as the Kiralys. Is another creature a member of the pack or not? Does the Fur smell right? If not, the other creature must be torn to pieces.

But there is more to it. There is a difference between people and other animals. People need to believe they're rational. So they work backwards to create imaginary realities in which their acts are sensible or even noble.

I pointed out that, due to the Fact of the Fur, Society is a massive game of Let's Pretend. Challenged the Baron to deny this.

“People,” he replied, “don't usually ask such questions.” “You concede, then,” I believe I said, “that it is not a usual situation?” My associate, and possibly friend, stated: “It is safe to say that this is true.”

5. The Baron suggested that I move into senior housing; i.e., apartments that are rented at a discount to old people. I was startled by the suggestion. Initial research suggests that I'm not old enough for this. However, I'll confirm the rules as time permits.

6. I experienced the breathing-shock issue about an hour after the meal. I knew that it would happen. Lasted perhaps an hour total.

7. I showed the ties I'd purchased to IRL people. They laughed and this was good.

8. In IRC, I helped Blue Dream with a MySQL issue. I discussed God with Tactician. Kappelin suggested interesting network experiments. Shiing Shen explained network experiments of his own.

I don't feel well. This was a positive day regardless.

130826. Phenek is traveling in Spain. Here is a Phenek Photo taken in the building where Picasso was born. The tall building visible through the window is apparently La Manquita, a famous cathedral, but this is unverified.

130826. Some days, due to pain or to an organ that appears to be failing, I can barely stand up and walk. The detritus that I was damned to be born to stalks me. My life is smashed to fragments. I am literal but somehow I know what the One Who Does Not Speak is like.

Yeah, I'm a great candidate to offer advice :P

I do it regardless. Here's some advice I offered somebody a few minutes ago. I'm not qualified to say that it's good or bad. I do know that I feel the need to help.

Minor edits based on feedback from Tactician.

<OldCoder> You are mentally different like I am and many of the others. In other ways. You are not ADHD as we assumed. You must work towards understanding what you are. In the interim I am here to talk if I can help.

<OldCoder> One answer might be that you are afraid of failure. So you sabotage things. That way it is not your fault. But this may be an over simplification. My advice. Is to stop worrying about proving yourself so soon.

<Skittles> I keep worrying that I might have some physical health issue, like, something bad, and deadly. and I always worry, what if god was real. he might try to hurt me, because of the things ive said about him.

<OldCoder> REDACT that sort of god.

<Skittles> like atm, im not worried so much. but idk how to explain. its like a roller coaster. when things get bad, other things get bad. then when it calms. everything calms. how i think and feel.

<OldCoder> There is more than one god. There is the god of my Family. The Torturer who is there to justify them. There is the God of Tactician and the Masked Lua. He is there to help. As far as the issues you are dealing with go, Mind and Body are one. You may need psychiatric assistance at some point.

<OldCoder> But you are NOT a sinner. Is this part clear?

When I mentioned this to Tactician, he suggested that I listen to the following song:

I Need You Yeshua

Tactician added:

<Tactician> A neuroscientist has done studies and found that when someone gets saved and truely accepts Jesus into their heart, a physical change takes place in the brain. Their brain patterns are different from non-believers. That's pretty amazing.

<Tactician> The thing is, it's not just those that say “Yeah I love Jesus”, but then go on about their lives and live like crap, but those who truly do it, and mean it, and live like it. Their brain patterns are totally different than others.

Tactician provided the PDF document that is linked below in connection with these remarks:

http://sidroth.org/site/DocServer/IS571Transcript_Leaf.pdf

130825. I learned today that a friend has suffered an unexpected loss. Edited for length and clarity.

<OldCoder> What happened?
<SpectrumIsGreen> REDACTED
<OldCoder> It happens. You have my condolences.
<OldCoder> There will be a return regardless. You have one notch greater depth now.
<SpectrumIsGreen> yes

<OldCoder>This is negative but you will progress.
<SpectrumIsGreen> just a matter of time
<OldCoder> Yes. Which you still possess.
<SpectrumIsGreen> emotional things move at a slower pace, they cannot be rushed

<OldCoder> There is no greater meaning. But there is the fact that this is natural. The event and what you are experiencing now.
<OldCoder> Refrain from irritation at those who speak nonsense about the matter. They mean well.
<OldCoder> Do not rush to put aside emotions or other reactions to the issue.

<SpectrumIsGreen> I haven't had time for emotions yet
<OldCoder> Not consciously
<OldCoder> Have you had adequate physical rest?
<SpectrumIsGreen> we switched to survival mode ... REDACTED is surprisingly resilient

<SpectrumIsGreen> my stress level is still high, it'll take some time until I can sleep enough. Right now I'm on a protein-heavy diet... my body knows what is needed
<OldCoder> Very well
<OldCoder> It does not hurt and may help to converse as is happening here. But I'd limit it to people who dislike nonsense.
<OldCoder> <- Likes nonsense but not in this context

<OldCoder> I will be here each day part of the day if there is anything I may do to be useful
<SpectrumIsGreen> :)

<SpectrumIsGreen> I don't think any human can “help” now ...
<OldCoder> Of course humans can “help”. They cannot undo what has happened. But in the end you are a social creature whether or not this is clear at the conscious level.

<SpectrumIsGreen> yes, but my recovery strategy is partial isolation
<OldCoder> If you wish to withdraw to quiet spaces to consider we will wait for you. Call on me in particular if it seems sensible.
<SpectrumIsGreen> no worries
<SpectrumIsGreen> I have an arsenal of coping strategies

<OldCoder> The strategies will defeat stress I am certain
<SpectrumIsGreen> you can't defeat it, but you can mitigate and redirect

<OldCoder> Yes. You are armed with the knowledge of the way that things are. You have fewer illusions than most. This does not mean that things are dark.
<OldCoder> To the contrary. You can see the Light. Those who are not blind. Can navigate.

<SpectrumIsGreen> I have some strategies similar to religious behaviour
<OldCoder> Are they useful to you?
<SpectrumIsGreen> axiomatic assumption that things get better
<SpectrumIsGreen> it allows me to recover from negative states more easily
<OldCoder> So. Two levels of the mind conflict but cooperate.

<SpectrumIsGreen> not a conflict
<SpectrumIsGreen> two different time levels
<OldCoder> A synergy, then?
<SpectrumIsGreen> the Now with unpleasant things, and the Future where things get better
* OldCoder considers

<OldCoder> I am farther out than you are. I see the Future. But yours is still lit. Follow the path then to where things get better. It is waiting and you must proceed.

<SpectrumIsGreen> one day at a time
<SpectrumIsGreen> that's how you're supposed to do it, right?

<OldCoder> It is
<OldCoder> One step at a time to create a day
<OldCoder> One day at a time to create a stage
<OldCoder> One stage at a time
<OldCoder> To create a life

<OldCoder> It is not true that you are the sculptor. I reject the notion. But I also reject the notion that there is no choice. The truth is in-between.

<SpectrumIsGreen> there are internal and external limits
<SpectrumIsGreen> but within these limits there's lots of autonomy possible
<OldCoder> I agree

130825. I've updated one of my Salesforce technical pages to cover the enabling of Salesforce Knowledge. If you're interested in Salesforce, the link is:

Salesforce Developer Setup

130825. Mr. Meow is annoyed because Anime is not Available. Anime is being broadcast but there is some type of Disk Error issue. He has stated obscenities related to DirectTV that will not be repeated here.

We wish him Anime Luck
WTF
Can one persist without an Anime List?
To have Anime one must insist

Lupin When They Cry
Anime Down is Hell Sigh
Psycho Pass episodes amass
Outlaw Star we must not bar

Trigun son the series is weird and fun
Hero is a century-old gun
FLCL God will be eaten by a hungry girl
Yum! God is tasty! Give it a whirl

Cowboy Be-Bop Who'd tell Spike
To take a hike
Full Metal Nazi Heroes Good Lord
But you won't be bored

Anime is a mind bender
Check out Blue Gender
You can't go wrong
Dance on dead giant insects all night long

Zatch Bell Demon Kids to the death fight
Support your friends It's quite a sight
Wolf's Rain Existential Wolves do train
For the end of all that is

Japanese stories are different!

130825. This is a Particle Cat. The artist says:

It has no meaning. I was just playing with my tablet's photo editing software :) And that's higgins

Or, to put it another way, the picture symbolizes the joy that a pet can add to a cosmos without meaning. The particle nature of the cat represents the assembly of dreams from fragments of memories as one hurtles rapidly towards the void.

:P