Al Pastor

Berkeley, Monday, October 26, 2026 2:10 am

Venting things may not be a good practice, but it always depends on the intention.

A disclaimer note as well is that I do not use a spell or grammar checker in here.

This life have several noises, but it always depends on where is one hearts and mind.

Of course, one can always receive loads of vulnerable stuff. It is rather a graceous act that folks do that. ANd one must keep its ear but also strict awareness to call on a person on a wrong doing, even if the sharing practice is trust.

The interesting part is that many times by given the rough, true, love treatment to the neighbor on calling up on things, a percent of the folks come and come and come back. When rather not everything is said, create an invisible border that time rather thickens it up.

The beauty of saying things it might be also for the self. Even as the commandments or rather the gospel ask us to not hold anything against your neighbor, the word neighbor applies to any fellow in this word. Of course, one has all the capacity to forgive or to take in. However, always the wrong thing is silence. Then, it is like two or more rocks without a soul.

Saying things can bend another person and in that flexibility one might bend forward or backward, life is quite fluid.

The displayement of thoughts or perceptions does not necessarily means that they are all correct. They check out one analysis and understanding truth of the moment. The truth is build up from the interaction and conversation, and so can be corrected. Unless that one is a stupid senseless unaware stubborn person, which even in that case truths land somewhere at some point.

The fact of thinking that one is right could be worst error that human can make. Equal to an unnecessarily thought that one is wrong. The point is that truths are shaped on the interaction.

It is interesting that folks can absorb in a short period of time or over time one’s behavior, than one starts to realize a sort of mirroring.

I assume one can also realize some things that one use not necessarily to be, and it is a beauty to be able to track the references of a specific action or way to do and say things adopted from a person.

Those things happens without realization, but one also can pay attention of how they happen.

Not strong point above.

Ok. So, it is good to call on a friend or a person, who might not be necessarily unaware of a situation. But it is also very important to talk on first person of one understanding.

It has been interetsing days, and the communting could be at least 10 hours per week.

Somehow, and I have not figure out all the facts, October changes a bit more my sleeping schedule. It might be temperature related plus the usual lights outside. But it seems I ran out of time, to do fixes. Then, why I do write in here.

It is a sort of way to clear the mind, plus additional activies.

Noise is a natural thing. The thing is what with the points that someone might induce some noise to you without asking, i.e. adding you without prior question to whatsapp group environment. Those environments are interesting, and I am glad I am getting more familiar and adapted to check those time by time, although it is rarely when busy, and maybe more frequent when not. They definetely break a routine of thought and silence. So, a key thing is to place specific boundaries for those capable to listen and to understand, or to self to operate in focus mode on relevant things.

That could leave a tiny window to be contacted, which is not that good, but most of the stuff happen in person, even without words. But words are needed to reach the common ground, if one understands well or if it is one also understood.

A stupid thing would be the lack of effort to achieve those common grounds, or a careless behavior.

On Thursday, I spotted someone very nice, who sit not far from me, two feet away shoulder direction on bart.

Then, back to noise. The opposite is as stupid as well. But the problem with bart is the high decibels which with daily exposure are, I think by fact, but check things, harmful for my hearing.

So, I use now a more simple pocket size noise cancellation ear buds, or whatever is its name. Very handy, and very useful. I started of course, with something more characteristic of me, with gigantic low tech airport safety size ear protection headset. Wonderful to wear those. But one adapt to simple things. And simple can be technological stuff as well. I have had those earbuds for five, four or six years as well. Good to make a good use of them. Regardless, I have been always against noise cancellation and being in your head. But here there is an ear proetction thing. Still not a fan of cancelling oneself from the sorrounding environment.

Oh, my blue notebook. Things disapear rarely, particularly things that one use on a daily basis. I was doing plenty of writing on my notebook, and reflection, on the way back on bart. The problem of brief sleep is that things make get lost, because one is not at his full sense capacities, of course not at the full brain capacities.

It might be a Newman. Last time I wrote was on Thursday. But things happen as well. That day my front light of the bike also somehow was on the upper room floor.

OK. A good thing of realeasing things from the brain is that one can learn them. And one, or mainly I learn better from other people and reading as well. A week ago or so, I learned that the tacos cambe from Lebanon. Fact check please. Lebanese folks went to Puebla, Mexico. They consumed shawarma, whcih at some point started selling, and became part of the local culture. The shawarma was from lamb I think, but it has the stick as they cook with the meet. At the beginning those were called tacos árabes. It took its own local food shape, particularly for the tortilla of corn or maize. Lamb was replaced with pork. Fact check. Then they took the name of tacos al pastor. Now there are all kind of tacos, which are great, even fish taco, which is very interesting to see their existance. I do enjoy tacos quite a bit. In oppose of a comment I made on a very generous event about 38 to 39 months ago.

One learn, and particularly one learn from friends and others.

Ok. Well, that story I learned from someone. Plus a quick read.

There have been more stories about Kinaw, which is close to quinao, a plant of malaria, but the place is not related to that, and it might be in Salina land in California. I learned a bit about San Antonio Mission, and San Antonio River, as well as Point Lobos National Reserve.

F**k, I missed mass on Sunday. I will need to make up for it today.