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

For details about the ebook, click here.

130919. This is a larger version of the Ghost Drawing that I used in another post today. The post discussed ghosts imagined by Jim Kiraly, Grace Kiraly, Tom Kiraly, and Ken Kiraly.

The drawing is by TovMauzer, a professional digital artist, and is distributed under the following license:

http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/

130917. This Tech Tip is simple. If you're a developer who runs Windows 7 Professional, turn Windows Update off unless you wish your system to break. Windows Update is bad.

Of course, if you turn it off, viruses will get you. MS-Windows is fun. :P

I'm less than enthusiastic today about Windows Update. Most likely you can't tell. But Windows Update trashed a copy of Windows 7 Professional that I was working on. Therefore the feature is now disabled.

To protect your Windows 7 Professional system from the disk mangler that is Windows Update, you may proceed as shown below.

However, you will see new problems because Update is turned off. And Microsoft will blame you for the new problems because you disabled Update. If this is an issue, perhaps Linux is a possible option.

Start -> Search -> Update -> Windows Update -> Change Settings -> Never check for updates

130917. This is some sort of meme that the kids just told me about. I have no idea what it means.

130917. This is a Tech Tip related to copies of Linux Mint running on laptops. It may apply to some releases of Debian and Ubuntu as well.

Touchpad behavior is problematic for some laptops, under both MS-Windows and Linux, unless touchpads are configured to shut off while the user is typing. The symptom is that cursors have a tendency to jump around.

Some releases of Linux Mint may provide a Control Center option that turns off touchpads briefly after a key is pressed. But the time delay involved may be too short. Additionally, other releases may not support the option.

If you're a Linux admin or CLI developer, and you experience problems of this type, try the following procedure. No guarantees.

1. Execute: sudo apt-get install synclient

This step may not work. However, it also may not be needed.

2. Create a Bash script at the path /usr/local/bin/touchpad-on with the following contents. Important: There must be no white space after the backslashes.

#!/bin/bash
killall syndaemon 2> /dev/null
(synclient TouchpadOff=0 ; sleep 3 ; \
synclient TouchpadOff=0 ; \
syndaemon -i 3 -d -k) &

3. Execute: sudo chmod 755 /usr/local/bin/touchpad-on

4. Use Control Center -> Startup Applications to install the new script as a Startup Application.

5. Go to Control Center -> Mouse -> Touchpad and make the following changes:

5a. Turn on Enable mouse clicks with touchpad
5b. Turn off scrolling
5c. If there's an option to disable the touchpad during typing, turn the option off (as opposed to on)

6. Reboot. Log-in. Allow about 5 seconds after log-in is completed. If things are working correctly, the touchpad should be disabled for a few seconds after any keystroke.

130917. There's a lot of threads to keep track of. Dozens. I expected to feel overwhelmed at times. Didn't realize that this would include physically.

I've been falling asleep much earlier than in the past. Still up working some nights at 2:00am. However, it's common for me to be “out like a light” at 9:30pm. I don't sleep reliably, though.

The “not sleeping reliably” part isn't odd. But I'm not accustomed to losing control of my body to the extent that I can't stay awake past mid-evening.

During the day, I continue to go into a type of breathing shock at times. I find a quiet place in the office, lay face down on the floor, and release control of my breathing. It accelerates for a while. During these episodes, I feel fragile. If I don't let breathing accelerate, there are consequences.

Eating escalates the issue.

A few years ago, a retired neurologist guessed that the breathing shock is a problem with the hypothalamus. There are signs it's a thyroid problem instead or as well. The theories are unproven but seem to fit. If I remember correctly, one or both of these organs are connected to eating, breathing, or sleeping.

The breathing shock issue is odd but I'm accustomed to it. Additionally, it's been less significant for a few days.

My left leg hasn't worked properly for months. Fairly often, I can't stand up. But if I stand up regardless and walk for a while, I can run.

I'd thought this was a Soccer injury. Garibaldi the Uniter told me not to play Soccer again. But it's the issue that put me in the wheelchair. The rheumatoid condition that Grace Kiraly called a “choice”.

Mobility problems aren't surprising or unusual. A lot of folks have issues of this type.

What I've noticed most recently is something that's more difficult to define and delineate than the preceding.

When I'm rested, I'm sharp mentally. I can still load complex structures into my head. When I do, patterns and flaws still stand out. Sometimes, when I observe a complicated system, a system of information or of people, I can see what to do with it.

I can still Code. And I can Code well if I drop into Flow. Swizec is correct about the importance of Flow. Additionally, my writing is improving in general.

But I need more rest. Rest that it's difficult to obtain. And I can't handle as many things at once or proceed as rapidly. This appears to be physical as well as mental. The two sides are part of the same picture, of course.

I'm old.

The last of my youth was gone some time back. But the Kiralys squeezed what remained of my life dry. They took what little I had left. Smashed it to pieces. And propelled me abruptly into old age.

It's possible to move forward with each thread. I'll do so. One step at a time.

I woke up at about 4:15am today. I'd promised somebody that I'd view a DVD movie last night. The film was “Shall We Dance”. A Romantic Comedy. They'd asked me for weeks to watch the movie as it was cheerful.

I had not seen any films, other than anime, for years. Regular films were lost to me, mentally, due to the shutdown that I wrote about on Sunday. But I agreed to watch this one. I could not, though, because most nights I fell asleep too early for a movie to be practical. On the nights that I didn't fall asleep, I was busy catching up with other things.

So I watched the film this morning before dawn. Halfway through the movie, while it was still dark out, I took a break and walked to a corner store. I purchased some Gelatto; it's similar to Ice Cream. My budget doesn't allow for much Gelatto or Ice Cream. But this seemed like a special occasion.

On the way out, headed to purchase the treat, I noticed a laptop power cable in my apartment lobby. Somebody had seen the cable on the ground, folded it, and thoughtfully left it on a table for the owner to find.

The owner was me. I'd dropped the cable the other day and absent mindedly forgotten to pick it up. I misplace my car sometimes, too; more about that another time.

I returned with the Gelatto, ate it, and finished the movie. Now, I'll nap. Then I'll go to work. It's good to be able to work. But I'm not earning enough to pay both rent and other expenses.

And I must deal with the Kiraly Cases.

This is not the point in my life when I should be starting out. Needing to find a place to live. No future and even the past taken away.

I am old and I wish to rest
I had passed the test
But I will do what I can
I will do what I must
Promises I have made will be kept
In this you may trust

The Kiraly Cases are what is left to me now. This was a “choice”. And the “choice” was not mine.

130917. There's a surprising amount of interest this month (September 2013) in a post from last month (August 2013) about a fake “old friend” from Las Lomas High School.

It's somebody who wrote to me about the Kiraly Family and Google. He or she claimed to be an “old friend” from the Class of 1976.

This person threatened me over the fact that my sites can be found in a search engine. The first letter demanded to know “What is the purpose” of Google indexing Free Speech posts related to the Kiraly Cases.

The “old friend” suggested that I would be “hurt” if I didn't take down my websites. It was the same demand that Michael Bonetto of Hoge Fenton had made on Jim's and Tom's behalf.

My correspondent believed that I'd be overcome with sentiment if they claimed to be an “old friend”. There would be no need to spell out their identity. A mere allusion to a school would be enough to trigger waves of nostalgia.

And, if nostalgia didn't work, their threat would be enough to frighten me into submission.

Surely it was a brilliant plan.

This person first showed up circa the time that Lisa Kerechanko, whose father George Kerechanko is working with Jim Kiraly on Kiraly Case matters, wrote to me with yet another website takedown demand.

To connect the dots, Russell Kerechanko, the young man who I was told died of a drug overdose this Spring, was George Kerechanko's Son and Lisa Kerechanko's Brother. It was my post about Russell's death which triggered Lisa's demand that I take down webpages.

The timing of the Las Lomas “old friend's” entry into the Kiraly Cases may be a coincidence. However, it doesn't matter. This person has admitted in writing that he or she is a Kiraly Family associate.

If this person is making threats on behalf of Kiraly Family members, it may be possible to initiate a CLETS case against one or more of the Kiralys. This option needs to be looked into.

At any rate, I geolocated my “old friend”. It was simple. As Shiing Shen pointed out at the time, my “old friend” didn't seem to be using onion routing. So even kids, literally kids, were able to track this person.

My “old friend” was nonplussed when I posted some related information. I received a follow-up letter which said there would be no more visits or communication. But, naturally, he or she came back. I spotted this, was amused, and posted about the matter on 130805.

It seemed like a minor post. But people are flooding in a month later to read it. These appear to be real people and not bots. It's not clear why they're visiting. I'm not aware of anything special in the post.

If you're curious, here's the link. Maybe you can tell me what I'm missing:

August 5, 2013 Old Friend post

For more related to this person, use this link:

July 6, 2013 Old Friend post

130915. I've been preoccupied with a number of issues recently. Recently as in the last 40 years.

It's been difficult at times to keep things straight. To remember what is important.

People are important. We're social creatures. To remain healthy, we need to communicate. I'm attempting to do this more myself.

I'm hoping to catch up with online friends. And I'm interacting with people IRL when possible.

In the past week, I've met IRL with Minnesota Fats, DNA and his wife RNA, and tonight with Josef. Charlie Baldwin phoned tonight as well.

I played Soccer again on Saturday. I'm not proficient at the game yet, but the opposing team told me that I'd blocked a number of their plays.

I don't know that I'll be able to progress beyond this level of communication. Time is short and the water rises. But I've proceeded as I've told others to proceed. One step at a time and create what is possible.

The tether. I've bound myself to the world for the moment.

Last Thursday, I told Minnesota Fats that I both am, and am not, fragile at this time. I am a leaf on the ground. Not one that will crumble. But one that may be carried away by a breeze.

Minnesota Fats told me that when something difficult had happened years ago, he'd felt the same way.

People can make a difference. They're unpredictable and problematic. But we need each other.

130915. Tonight Josef and I discussed what happens when a life shuts down. Parts that do not matter are discarded. This is sensible. But it can go too far.

In my case, I gave up things that others take for granted in the 1990s. They seemed unimportant to me; but in retrospect it was odd.

After 2000, I went to fewer and fewer places. Not surprising. I had no car and sometimes I couldn't walk. I was often in screaming pain.

For related reasons, I gave up movie theaters and other outside entertainment at this time. As an added factor, these were social venues and the friends that I had didn't live near me. There was nobody to attend events with.

I turned my TV set off forever in 2007. This was not unusual. Who needed a TV set when computers could be used to play DVDs or watch shows on the Internet?

Then I stopped playing DVDs and watching shows on the Internet.

I knew that something had happened when, a few years after that, I stopped reading every night.

The boy used to read by the nightlight when he was supposed to be asleep. He never stopped for about 40 years. Then, one day, reading was gone.

After that, other things faded away.

When the Kiralys came for me in 2012, I stopped eating most of the time. This was and remains something in the Body. But the Body is affected by the Mind and the other way around.

The things that I lost after that didn't fit the pattern. I didn't surrender them. Instead, they were taken from me. It's difficult to separate the different factors and be sure of what happened.

During the Kiralys' assault — imagine a year in Hell during which one is methodically ripped apart — I made attempts to keep going. But food made me more ill than it had before. I couldn't stay awake. I couldn't sleep.

I lost the investments I'd rebuilt after the Crash of 2008. I was able to land some contract work, but the most important job offers were withdrawn.

I stopped working on my Linux distro. I lost treasured possessions during frantic attempts to leave the State or the Country. Including my tall bookcases and some of my Grandfather's books.

Then there was no time for anything but the legal cases. In the end, I stopped eating entirely. Then I was gone. The Kiralys had killed me.

As I explained to Lisa Kerechanko, I was told after that I was still alive. I didn't start to believe it until this month.

130915. The photo below is of my Sri Lanka friend Vibhishana. He wishes me to visit. I'd have done more than visit this year... I'd have moved there.

This is what the plane flight in January 2013 was about. My first flight in two decades. It was a little frightening.

I flew to San Diego, California to get a “rush” passport. I was going to leave the country. Destinations included Thailand (at Light Bringer's suggestion), Poland (I spoke with the Angel of Code on the phone about this option), and Sri Lanka, where Vibhishana lived.

Metacognician IRC and Liselle IRL both thought that China might work. And Li Ping, Charlie Baldwin's former lover IRL, had suggested China previously for years. But China visas were not a simple matter.

I even tried to apply to go to Afghanistan. There were jobs there for U.S. civilians related to rebuilding the country's infrastructure. The jobs were considered dangerous but paid well.

Additionally, the Masked Lua and I talked about rooming together in the Deep South. This was my fallback plan.

The idea was that I'd buy the Masked Lua a plane ticket. He'd fly to San Jose. He'd select an affordable used truck here; trucks were one of his areas of expertise. I'd buy the truck and we'd use it to move my possessions back to his area.

I thought that one of these approaches would work. That I'd be able to escape the wealthy and vindictive people who were trying to erase me. No such luck. The Kiralys smashed all options. Now I'm trapped here. With them.

If you'd like to see some photos from the San Diego trip, click here.

130915. It's embarrassing to note that there was a broken link for months in my July 4, 2013 letter to Lisa Kerechanko. The mistake is corrected now.

The Lisa Letter is at this link. The broken link was the one for the New Song for Twisted Time. To read the song in question, click here.

130915. It is my desire, goal, and plan, stated here without equivocation, to “gather information” related to Jim Kiraly, Grace Kiraly, Tom Kiraly, Ken Kiraly, and people unrelated to the Kiraly family who are involved in the Kiraly Cases.

I trust that this assertion is unambiguous.

For attorneys who may wish to formulate positions on the matter, such “gathering” of “information” is being conducted for Legimate Purposes. For a list of Legitmate Purposes, kindly click here.

Thank you for your reasonable attention to the Legitimate Purposes in question.

One question that comes to mind, though, is... what are the approaches that will work best for the “gathering” of “information” ?

It's easy to find fragments online. Type somebody's name into Google. Church Announcements or Corporate Profiles may pop up. It's the Modern Way.

Additionally, it's a simple matter to locate third parties who may wish to engage in consensual discussions. This approach is often productive. If one is open and sincere... people are pleased to talk about all sorts of things.

But what if more is needed for Legitimate Purposes? I think... silly as it may sound... Private Detectives might be a useful approach.

If I needed to pay a straight hourly rate, I couldn't afford a significant amount of Private Detective time. But it might be possible to cut reasonable deals of various types.

The Kiralys believe that I have access to their Gmail accounts and personal computers. That their most private thoughts are wide open. They used claims to this effect to wreck my life. My response is... if I had as many of the Kiraly Family secrets as they implied...

Wouldn't I have posted the secrets?

Well, not every secret. Ken Kiraly, would you agree that not every secret should be disclosed casually?

As a separate and unrelated point, Ken Kiraly of Amazon Lab 126, would you care to comment publicly regarding the reason that you didn't file with Jim and Tom?

No? Oh, well.

At any rate, I'm going to need to do some work to “gather information”. Additionally, it's important that each step is handled not only legally but in a reasonable manner.

If deals can be struck, Private Detectives seem like a reasonable option:

• They'd have a physical presence in the Santa Barbara, San Jose, Texas, Kentucky, or Florida areas. Not all of the areas. Even if deals are possible, I wouldn't be able to afford that. But physical presence in one or two areas might simplify things.

• They'd know how to document things to minimize the impact of additional perjury by Jim Kiraly of Pismo Beach or Tom Kiraly of Kentucky or possibly Florida.

This is likely to require thought. Advice is welcome.

130914. The image below shows a math puzzle provided by Shiing Shen. The answer may be posted at a later date; or it may be held to avoid spoilers and provided on request.

130914. I've been working on a Linux distro for about 20 years. Nine years, in a serious manner, as of Christmas Eve 2013. The current incarnation of the project was born on December 24, 2004 at Montasar Swaiss's house.

By the way, Monty Swaiss, hello.

I'm fond of the distro project. From my perspective, it's unique and interesting. Though everybody feels that way about Children of the Mind. Not to be confused with Children of the Lens; that's another story.

People have asked me over the years for the name of the distro. I've usually declined to mention it. I told Steve Truong, I think, the founder of one of the FriendSomething startups. He was a neighbor who sold me a used laptop. Tonight, I told Mr. Meow. And now I'll tell you.

My distro has the working and possibly temporary name:

LACLIN

The LAC part goes about about 40 years. I'll withhold the meaning of the word for now. If the Kiralys come after me again in legal actions, though, I'll be pleased to discuss the point in the next Kiraly Cases Deposition.

An old screenshot of my distro desktop is below. For more screenshots, also old, you may click here. The screenshots are old because the Kiralys came close to killing the distro. Work largely stopped for a year. The files were in disarray. For now, though, the distro is back.

The distro's history is at this link. For a white paper of sorts, click here.

130914. The wonders that appear from a wok. There is a Phenek Phinland Photo below the post.

<OldCoder> I will go to play soccer soon, then blog, then work
<Phenek> nice!
<Phenek> soccer == exercise == health == better mood
<OldCoder> I trust the day continues acceptably for you
<Phenek> I just cooked noodle wok. Huge pan of it.
<OldCoder> Yum

<Phenek> now I'm having a glass of rum I brought from spain
<Phenek> letting the noodle wok stay under the lid for a while
<Phenek> there's chicken, egg noodles, multigrain noodles, egg, gabbage slices, bell pepper, onion, zucchini, coconut milk, green curry sauce, water chesnuts, cherry tomatoes etc

<OldCoder> Photograph it. When ready.
<Phenek> it's ready. I can photo when it is on my plate :)
* OldCoder wishes to see the noodles

<Phenek> cooking was again therapeutic
<Phenek> I usually do it slowly, stressfree etc. concentrating on it..
<Phenek> feels nice
<OldCoder> It is a creative art
<Phenek> well.. kind of

<Phenek> I think it's most creative when you have very limited ingredients
<Phenek> I love it even more in those cases
<OldCoder> Oh?

<Phenek> “ahh, I have 10 things in fridge which don't really suit together for any of my previous dishes.. they are going old in few days. what to cook from them without buying anything new?”

<Phenek> that is awesome
<Phenek> my specialty :)

<Phenek> I always surprise my wife with that.. she's saying “let's go to grocery store, we have nothing to eat..” then I say that we have plenty to eat and combine most of the stuff from fridge in some way

<OldCoder> A puzzle. With a reward for solutions.
<Phenek> yes
<Phenek> it's rewarding because you save money, you save the ingredients, you get something to eat (preferably delicious), you get to use brain

<Phenek> did you ever do anything like that?
<Phenek> I remember you said you didn't cook for a while
<OldCoder> Yes
<Phenek> have you continued to cook?

<OldCoder> Not until my life straightens out
<OldCoder> Need a place to live
<OldCoder> There may not be a stove
<Phenek> you live somewhere?
<OldCoder> Same apartment for 25 years but cannot stay

<Phenek> cooking could be one of the things that relaxes you. helps to move forward. just like soccer. maybe even cooking for someone besides yourself. to add social twist.

<OldCoder> I need to find the stove first but thanks
<Phenek> you don't have a stove?
<OldCoder> I have one
<OldCoder> But I will lose this apartment soon
<OldCoder> I cannot think of the stove when I must consider the broader picture
<OldCoder> It is fine

<OldCoder> I wish to see the output of your stove. That will be sufficient for today.
<Phenek> you've been saying like that for too long time
<Phenek> you can't live in this intermediate state forever
<Phenek> sorry, didn't mean to bug you...

<OldCoder> Hmm? Again, it is fine. And no, I can't live like this forever. But none of us lives forever. We do what is possible while we are here.

<Phenek> that's well said, you should live by that yourself as well
<Phenek> “We do what is possible while we are here” .. you can think of “here” as in your apartment or this planet
<OldCoder> Yes

<Phenek> I will start to eat very soon and I will take photo
<OldCoder> I look forward to seeing a Plate that exercises both the Palate and a Palette

<Phenek> ready. still home?
<OldCoder> Waiting to see this
<Phenek> Link redacted
<Phenek> ahh and it includes cashew as well.. forgot but the photo reminded me :)

<OldCoder> It appears to be a workable wok dish
<OldCoder> Enjoy. Time for Soccer.

130913. When the Kiraly Family came after me, they had nothing to go on. Therefore, they proceeded based on nothing.

“Harassment?” In 2012, neither of the two people who filed CLETS against me even asked me not to phone them. Or to do, or not to do, anything at all.

In 2012, an actual abuser, James Francis Kiraly of Pismo Beach, California, made threats to the effect that he'd seek my “prosecution” for “blackmail” if I talked about the abuse that he'd committed... something I didn't intend to do.

I was trying to research Christ in the context of the Kiralys... and the woman that gave birth to me had given me her permission to do so.

By the way, it is hereby asserted, without equivocation of any type, that past allegations of abuse committed by Jim Kiraly, former Vice President of Transamerica Corporation, were unambiguous facts and remain unambiguous facts.

Such allegations have been asserted previously under oath to be facts. The allegations will be repeated under oath, with one or more witnesses from outside the Kiraly Family thrown in as witnesses, if this proves to be necessary.

Potential future attorneys for the abuser named James Kiraly, resident of the Santa Barbara area in California, are politely invited to determine whether or not Mr. Kiraly is prepared to deny under oath that he is an actual abuser.

I wanted to discuss the aggressive threats that James Kiraly was making with my Brothers. I left voicemail messages in 2012 to this effect. Nobody asked me not to call them.

Instead, my abuser James Kiraly and my Brother, Tom Kiraly, as of Fall 2013 Vice President of Sheridan Health Care in Florida, filed an emergency anti-violence action against an abuse victim in a wheelchair who lived hundreds, and in one case, thousands, of miles from them.

They had nothing to go on besides their wealth. Which, of course, was enough... Except for one thing.

I'm no longer simply a “victim”. I'm the regrettable type of “victim” who fights back.

When the abuser, Jim Kiraly of Pismo Beach, came for me, that is what this supposedly hapless victim did. Michael Bonetto of Hoge Fenton, the Kiraly Family Attorney, didn't expect this. He displayed increasing desperation as the Kiraly Cases wore on.

By the way, Michael Bonetto, I feel that there are practical matters related to future interactions that ought to discussed in a reasonable way.

The Kiralys threw huge amounts of money into attempts to find something — anything — significant that I had done wrong.

They failed.

I've written about the Gmail “hacking” issue before. For more about Jim's and Tom's attempts to portray me as a “hacker”, click here.

That particular stab in the dark didn't go anywhere. Michael Bonetto seemed to come unhinged when he realized that he had nothing. But the Kiralys were eager to grasp at any straw.

So my wealthy abuser's hired dogs made logs. They logged the Freenode #startups channel and/or other IRC channels. Hoping against hope that my abuser could find something to use against me.

If I remember correctly, all that the Kiralys ever found in IRC was that I'd spoken sympathetically to a borderline homeless person who I'll refer to as Duplicate Deer.

Duplicate Deer felt that his biological family had harmed him. I believe that I offered to help him in the event that he initiated legal actions against the people in question.

Michael Bonetto was delighted. He thought he'd be able to use the fact that I'd offered to help somebody victimized by family members against me.

I didn't quite follow the logic. But, in the Kiraly Cases, there was no logic to follow. Let's spell it out... a violent abuser named James Kiraly fought for a year to put his non-violent victim, in a wheelchair at times, in a violence database to prevent his victim from talking about the abuse.

By the way, Michael Bonetto, if I'm mistaken, correct me. Is the IRC story above precisely what happened or not? I'm not only willing but eager, young man, to correct any errors or inaccuracies in my assertions.

I don't remember speaking with Duplicate Deer much for nearly a year after the discussion that Michael Bonetto tried to use against me. The other night, though, Duplicate Deer showed up online.

I'd been concerned about him. But he was all right.

This was a relief. I do something that Jim Kiraly, Grace Kiraly, Tom Kiraly, and Ken Kiraly will never do...

I worry about the ones who are attacked. The poor, the sick, the downtrodden. The ones that Christ cared about.

Christ didn't come for abusers who hunted their victims. Those that hunt the poor, the sick, the ones who are different...

If there is a Hereafter... what do people such as the Kiralys imagine awaits them? An Eternity of Bliss, I assume. But the truth is a bit different.

There is a Song that awaits people of this type. Actually, there are two Songs in the world beyond ours. I hear one of the Songs myself. Most days. While I live, I am part of the Song.

Whether or not God is there, objectively... I experience His Song. This started during the Kiraly Cases. It is where the rhymes come from. My IRC friends know what I am referring to.

This is not quite a metaphor. It is interesting. I can feel the Song. It is part of me. I am part of it. The One Who Does Not Speak may be part of the Song as well. I do not know.

Satan has a Song of his own. My Parents are part of the Song in question. What the Song of Satan must sound like, when one is part of it... I'd thought that my curiosity was unlimited.

But this is not the case.