In the late part of the afternoon yesterday, I walked downstairs to the kitchen in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). When I opened the door, I espied a twenty-something haole (read: Caucasian) chick putting food into the fridge. She introduced herself as Marion, the new tenant. Apparently, one of the other tenants moved out. I never updated the "blog" readership about the other tenants aside from the Indian guy and the Chinaman. There's another older guy, a haole, who rides a scooter for transportation. The tenant who moved out was twenty-something guy. He was hardly ever at Slob Manor. My guess is that he did not find the place to be conducive to his age group. Frankly, I doubt that Marion will stay longer than a month or two.
Moms and I made the rounds around Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck. We visited Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms and I ate our Panda Express® plate lunches in the outdoor courtyard in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Moms also purchased fresh produce at the local Farmer's Market. I was able to chat with moms briefly before departing at 12:50pm.
I spent a little time at Koko Head Park before heading to the gym in Koko Marina. I did my usual cardio workout. Then, I made one last stop at Safeway®. So far, no changes in the current diet are slated. I will finish off the month by eating the same ol' poisoned food. Once back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I performed the dreaded laundry chores. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Moms mentioned that my sister-in-law is actively pursuing a lawsuit against the House of Lolo. My sister-in-law apparently works for a law firm and has asked one of the attorneys to take up the case. The lawsuit allegedly is seeking a large sum of money in punitive damages to be split 50-50 between moms and my bro. Is that why my bro has not been expressing any vocal opposition lately? I told moms that the damages should be awarded only to her. Well, we will have to wait and see what happens next.
Well, I have weaned myself of coffee. Over three weeks have gone by, and I cannot really say that I miss my former favorite beverage. Strange how my tastes have changed. At one time, coffee was a luxury that I was not willing to give up. Now, I could care less. The same goes for cheap booze. However, I am finding myself imbibing more often than I should, albeit much less frequently than in the old days. I have no idea why. I really no longer enjoy the cheap booze sensation. Emancipation from all kinds of slavery is possible, only if we are willing to see that the weak mind is what really keeps us captive.
How about hurdy-gurdy addiction? No such a thing. Downloading hurdy-gurdy "torrents" is just a mechanical task. In fact, most of the hurdy-gurdy videos are formulaic. Same ol' shit, just like the homeless guy emulation. Since the babe situation has been a "done deal" for the ol' lavahead for a long time, the issue is moot. Believe me, there's no chicken chokin' going on in my squalid room. I'm not even sure if the Vienna Sausage is still operational. Sheesh!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Food Mini-Crisis
When I think about, I realize that I have been living "high on the hog" in direct conflict with the homeless guy emulation. I certainly did not observe any of the homeless in Macy's® last night. I doubt that any of the homeless would be interested in purchasing a DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and panini press (made in China). What exactly am I doing? Why am I deviating from the homeless guy emulation?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been exorcised from the present. The itinerary and routine was the same as always. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary transpired, leaving me with little for discussion. Alas, all is better that way.
Well, my latest brainstorm for dinner ideas has left me befuddled. I am thinking of purchasing packaged green salad mix, Ahi Poke, and Mussel Poke. I can serve up green salad, poke, and a couple of slices of bread. The various types of poke are far more inexpensive than salmon. Then, what will I grill on my new DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and Panini press (made in China)? Perhaps I can grill a few Panini sandwiches, eh?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been exorcised from the present. The itinerary and routine was the same as always. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary transpired, leaving me with little for discussion. Alas, all is better that way.
Well, my latest brainstorm for dinner ideas has left me befuddled. I am thinking of purchasing packaged green salad mix, Ahi Poke, and Mussel Poke. I can serve up green salad, poke, and a couple of slices of bread. The various types of poke are far more inexpensive than salmon. Then, what will I grill on my new DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and Panini press (made in China)? Perhaps I can grill a few Panini sandwiches, eh?
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Panini Putz
Wow! The new Sony® earbud headphones (made in Thailand) sound fabulous. The sound is much smoother even though the latter are definitely cheap (i.e., $8) headphones. Well, that gave me reason to pop the cork on the bottle of Corbett Canyon Chardonnay. Oops! There's no cork on the new Corbett Canyon line. I unscrewed the cheap metal cap instead. I also goosestepped around my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to commemorate my latest monk haircut that makes me look like some kind of Nazi. I'm livin' large in a small way!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has nearly been incarcerated. I was under surveillance by a State Sheriff deputy while I sat and ate my brunch (read: granola sans water) on one of the benches adjacent to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. He parked his squad car on the grass about 30 yards away. Later, he moved the squad car to better vantage point. I have, in the past few weeks, noticed some suspicious activity. A young kid was checking his hidden "stash" in the roots of one of the trees. A derelict on his bicycle made a suspicious pickup of a large plastic bag hidden in the lush ferns. Where was the deputy then?
I spent about four hours in the inner courtyard of the library. My personal research has now brought me to the topic of Iran. I am reading the book, "The Iranians: Persia, Islam and the Soul of a Nation," authored by Sandra Mackey. The first few chapters cover the history of Iran, or should I say, the early Persian Empire. Really, it's the history of the entire Middle East. The sheer number of empires and dynasties that have swept through the Middle East is mind boggling.
I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4:50pm. I had purchased about three cans of Dennison's® vegetarian chili beans. As I choked down the Bisphenol-A-laced beans for dinner, I kept wondering when I will invoke my change of diet. Yet, the cost of food has been prohibitive. Take fresh salmon, for example. Farmed (read: mercury-saturated) salmon is now about $10 per pound. Fresh wild salmon is about $13 per pound. That's about $5 per pound higher than just two months ago. Rice, by the way, is now $12 for a 20-pound sack. Two years ago, I paid about $5 for the same sack. Prices will continue to rise even though the Fed has temporarily kept short-term interest rates unchanged. The effect on the market lags by a few months. Incidentally, petrol is now at $4.36 per gallon of the lowest octane.
I made a jaunt to Kahala Mall this evening, specifically to visit Macy's®. I departed at 8:10pm. Once I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck, I ended up in the home and kitchen department. After little deliberation, I decided to purchase the DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and panini press (made in China). It was on sale for $60 (and an additional ten percent off with a special coupon). Was the latter a wise purchase? I am not certain about what I can afford to grill. I also made token visits to Longs® and Barnes & Noble®. The mall was packed with shoppers, so I really did not stay there very long. When I returned to Slob Manor, I was comforted in knowing that I still had half the bottle of Corbett Canyon Chardonnay (read: the "Hammer") chilling in the fridge. Sheesh!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has nearly been incarcerated. I was under surveillance by a State Sheriff deputy while I sat and ate my brunch (read: granola sans water) on one of the benches adjacent to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. He parked his squad car on the grass about 30 yards away. Later, he moved the squad car to better vantage point. I have, in the past few weeks, noticed some suspicious activity. A young kid was checking his hidden "stash" in the roots of one of the trees. A derelict on his bicycle made a suspicious pickup of a large plastic bag hidden in the lush ferns. Where was the deputy then?
I spent about four hours in the inner courtyard of the library. My personal research has now brought me to the topic of Iran. I am reading the book, "The Iranians: Persia, Islam and the Soul of a Nation," authored by Sandra Mackey. The first few chapters cover the history of Iran, or should I say, the early Persian Empire. Really, it's the history of the entire Middle East. The sheer number of empires and dynasties that have swept through the Middle East is mind boggling.
I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4:50pm. I had purchased about three cans of Dennison's® vegetarian chili beans. As I choked down the Bisphenol-A-laced beans for dinner, I kept wondering when I will invoke my change of diet. Yet, the cost of food has been prohibitive. Take fresh salmon, for example. Farmed (read: mercury-saturated) salmon is now about $10 per pound. Fresh wild salmon is about $13 per pound. That's about $5 per pound higher than just two months ago. Rice, by the way, is now $12 for a 20-pound sack. Two years ago, I paid about $5 for the same sack. Prices will continue to rise even though the Fed has temporarily kept short-term interest rates unchanged. The effect on the market lags by a few months. Incidentally, petrol is now at $4.36 per gallon of the lowest octane.
I made a jaunt to Kahala Mall this evening, specifically to visit Macy's®. I departed at 8:10pm. Once I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck, I ended up in the home and kitchen department. After little deliberation, I decided to purchase the DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and panini press (made in China). It was on sale for $60 (and an additional ten percent off with a special coupon). Was the latter a wise purchase? I am not certain about what I can afford to grill. I also made token visits to Longs® and Barnes & Noble®. The mall was packed with shoppers, so I really did not stay there very long. When I returned to Slob Manor, I was comforted in knowing that I still had half the bottle of Corbett Canyon Chardonnay (read: the "Hammer") chilling in the fridge. Sheesh!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Home of the Homeless Homeys
I neglected to mention yesterday that I restored my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. The stylist cut my hair much shorter than usual. Now, I look like some kind of Nazi. Well, all the better when I ride the bus with all of the dumbkopfs.
Moms, my Nissan® Frontier truck, and I made the rounds in Hawai'i Kai including the usual places such as Longs® in Kuapa Kai. and Foodland in Koko Marina. We also stopped by Zippy's and Kozo Sushi in Koko Marina. For lunch, moms served hot dogs along with fresh vegetables and Zippy's chili and rice. For dessert moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms briefly before departing at 12:40pm.
I spent about 20 minutes at Koko Head Park, that is, until I could no longer tolerate the myriad flies and ants. I drove back to Koko Marina, but I ended up parking adjacent to the library. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, off I went to Kuapa Kai. My first stop was Longs®. I purchased a $9 set of Sony® earbud headphones (made in Thailand). I also purchased a $3 bottle of the "Hammer" (read: Corbett Canyon Chardonnay). I then shopped for a few grocery items at Safeway®. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:40pm, just in time to engage in the dreaded laundry chores. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Sitemeter has been tracking a large number of visitors to the "blog." Limited information about visitors is also available on the Feedjit® box in the right-hand column. Sadly, after sifting through the information, I discovered that there are one or to legitimate visitors per day. Sadly, the rest are all image searches for young hotties. Even sadder is that the illegitimate visitors are using up my limited "bandwidth" from shitty host Photobucket. I will have to lock out the "blog" from all Web search engines.
I may have found a clue to the conundrum of the real predictor short-term interest rates as interpreted by the Fed. Here is an excerpt from an article titled,"," that appeared on the [deleted] site:
And, finally, the moment of truth has arrived ... "Homeless people living in cars and motorhomes across the US are being joined by a new breed: the middle class." That's the crux of the article titled, "Credit crunch forcing US middle classes to live in their cars," which appeared on the Guardian UK site. The article continued, "As mortgage foreclosures continue to rise, growing numbers of middle-class professionals are losing their homes and downsizing from four bedrooms to four wheels." Says it all, doesn't it? I had better hold on to my Nissan® Frontier truck.
Moms, my Nissan® Frontier truck, and I made the rounds in Hawai'i Kai including the usual places such as Longs® in Kuapa Kai. and Foodland in Koko Marina. We also stopped by Zippy's and Kozo Sushi in Koko Marina. For lunch, moms served hot dogs along with fresh vegetables and Zippy's chili and rice. For dessert moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms briefly before departing at 12:40pm.
I spent about 20 minutes at Koko Head Park, that is, until I could no longer tolerate the myriad flies and ants. I drove back to Koko Marina, but I ended up parking adjacent to the library. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, off I went to Kuapa Kai. My first stop was Longs®. I purchased a $9 set of Sony® earbud headphones (made in Thailand). I also purchased a $3 bottle of the "Hammer" (read: Corbett Canyon Chardonnay). I then shopped for a few grocery items at Safeway®. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:40pm, just in time to engage in the dreaded laundry chores. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Sitemeter has been tracking a large number of visitors to the "blog." Limited information about visitors is also available on the Feedjit® box in the right-hand column. Sadly, after sifting through the information, I discovered that there are one or to legitimate visitors per day. Sadly, the rest are all image searches for young hotties. Even sadder is that the illegitimate visitors are using up my limited "bandwidth" from shitty host Photobucket. I will have to lock out the "blog" from all Web search engines.
I may have found a clue to the conundrum of the real predictor short-term interest rates as interpreted by the Fed. Here is an excerpt from an article titled,"," that appeared on the [deleted] site:
Far from "collective resolve," the world's two major financial authorities are working in opposite directions. While the Fed lowered interest rates in response to the subprime financial crisis, the European Central Bank (ECB) refused to follow suit and may lift its base rate by 0.25 percentage points next week.The last paragraph holds the key. The only kind of "inflation" that the Fed will react toward is an increase in wages. That's right. Like the ECB, the Fed will risk a punitive recession in order to fight wage increases. Thus, we must continue to expect more downward pressure on short-term interest rates in the near future. And, with the upcoming incursion into Iraq, there is no way that short-term interest rates could move higher than what it is now. We are at the optimal "war level."
Consumer inflation in the euro-zone nations rose at an annual rate of 3.7 percent in May, well above the ECB's target of 2 percent. The ECB is looking to launch a pre-emptive strike against demands for increased wages.
"In particular, wage growth may be stronger than anticipated, given high rates of capacity utilisation and a tight labour market," ECB governor Jean-Claude Trichet said. "In this context, the risk of triggering an inflationary wage-price spiral is particularly acute," he said, especially where wages are indexed to inflation.
In other words, faced with a growing movement of the European working class to maintain living standards against inflation, the ECB will lift interest rates to induce a recession.
And, finally, the moment of truth has arrived ... "Homeless people living in cars and motorhomes across the US are being joined by a new breed: the middle class." That's the crux of the article titled, "Credit crunch forcing US middle classes to live in their cars," which appeared on the Guardian UK site. The article continued, "As mortgage foreclosures continue to rise, growing numbers of middle-class professionals are losing their homes and downsizing from four bedrooms to four wheels." Says it all, doesn't it? I had better hold on to my Nissan® Frontier truck.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Nonsensical Tidbits
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has ... Wait! A quote is in order here. "Perhaps we've realized that blogging every day isn't as fun as it sounds. A happened-upon red swirl of autumn leaves before a backdrop of unusually artful East Vancouver graffiti may very well be a blog-worthy topic. Life's minor muses are perhaps what inspire the pleasure blogger to pick up a keyboard in the first place, but it actually takes work to develop new material on a regular basis. No, writing never becomes easy no matter how long you do it," opined Rob Peters in the article titled, "The Death of Pleasure Blogging," that appeared on The Tyee site. Are we there yet?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has dragged on and on. I was very fatigued because the Indian guy was up at 4am this morning making all kinds of noise. Apparently, his internal clock is set to another time zone. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit, although I was in a zombie-like state all day.
My days now find me embroiled in personal outrage over a society close to the brink of anarchy. I can make no sense of anything:
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has dragged on and on. I was very fatigued because the Indian guy was up at 4am this morning making all kinds of noise. Apparently, his internal clock is set to another time zone. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit, although I was in a zombie-like state all day.
My days now find me embroiled in personal outrage over a society close to the brink of anarchy. I can make no sense of anything:
- I have seen a number of 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobile) still parading around with plastic "American" flags (made in China) jutting above their rooflines. What kind of stupidity is that? Do peon citizens in other nations drive around with their country's flag mounted on their 4000-pound motorized chairs?
- I have noticed that, as the bus becomes more crowded along a particular route, the passengers feel more inclined to "spread their wings." It is common to see passengers sprawled out on three or four seats taking a nap. Backpacks and large luggage are left in the middle of the access aisle. I read in a recent newspaper article that the same phenomenon is occurring on passenger airlines.
- I am having a difficult time fathoming the idea of being slowly poisoned by the food that I am consuming. Do the elite class eat the same kinds of food? Are they subject to rotting fresh fruit or decomposed canned beans? Yet, we, the rank-and-file peons are forced to eat that crap. I am now wondering whether I can live off of fresh vegetables and granola alone.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Stasis in Chaos
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has streaked by unnoticed. The itinerary, the routine, the agony ... exactly the same as yesterday. Need I say more? When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed that the Indian guy had returned from his vacation. The peace and quiet was nice while it lasted. Once again, I ate the usual "rations" (read: decomposed beans and bread) for dinner. I was appalled to discover that the last Fuji apple which I had purchased from Foodland had gone bad. In fact, even the oranges are pathetic. The core looked and tasted as if it were freeze-dried. I am not certain if I can trust the produce at Foodland anymore.
The Fed did not raise short-term interest rates as it was hinting at a week or so ago. There is not going to be any relief from the effects of hyperinflation either. It is my guess that, after this short break of low and steady rates, the Fed will be forced to continue dropping short-term interest rates to zero percent. Dropping interest rates simply means flooding the "system" with more devalued dollars.
The "condotel" unit was just $50 shy of breaking even last month. I am truly grateful to the management team headed by Aqua Aloha Surf general manager, Ke Ali'i. They are literally "squeezing blood from a turnip." I am able to enjoy a little bit of stasis in the midst of chaos.
The Fed did not raise short-term interest rates as it was hinting at a week or so ago. There is not going to be any relief from the effects of hyperinflation either. It is my guess that, after this short break of low and steady rates, the Fed will be forced to continue dropping short-term interest rates to zero percent. Dropping interest rates simply means flooding the "system" with more devalued dollars.
The "condotel" unit was just $50 shy of breaking even last month. I am truly grateful to the management team headed by Aqua Aloha Surf general manager, Ke Ali'i. They are literally "squeezing blood from a turnip." I am able to enjoy a little bit of stasis in the midst of chaos.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Punishment
Seeing the earbud flying across my squalid room after its wire tether snapped after being repeatly whacked against the side of the desk was truly a testament to the poor quality of the Phillips® earbud headphones (made in China). I had taken great care to not put any stress on the cheap earbud headphones, but the piece of crap became intermittent anyway. I was betrayed, so I had to "punish" the earbud headphones. Now, I can no longer listen to Net Radio.
After I had calmed down, I wondered whether the rage that had erupted like an exploding volcano was induced by the gale force winds blowing dirt and dust in the "wind tunnel" or whether it was part of the on-going detoxification process. Who knows?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been "punished." The same grueling homeless guy itinerary was followed. Nothing out of the ordinary ensued. My only point of contention was that the downtown gym is now using the same foul-smelling liquid soap as the gym in Hawai'i Kai. I was fortunate to find one shower stall with remnants of the old soap. I assume that I will now have to carry my own body wash, which will add to the weight and bulk of my gym bag. The stinky liquid soap is, no doubt, a cost-cutting measure. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at the usual time.
I have two cans left of the overcooked and decomposing beans after choking down the contents of one can this evening. I can safely say that I am ready for the upcoming food crisis. The volume and subjective quality of the food that I consume is unacceptable by the masses. However, I will most likely be able to sustain myself much longer than the others who are living "high on the hog." They will not be able to bring themselves to eat "rations," just as they cannot stop driving their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles).
My goal, of course, is to cut back even more so, as well as to continue to divest my useless possessions. In the past few days, I have had recurring intrusive thoughts about dumping everything that I own except for the barest of necessities. The process has only been academic so far. However, the time is rapidly approaching when I will no longer be able to tolerate any form of consumerism or the so-called "ownership society." I will probably just lose it and dump all of the crap in the rubbish can. More "punishment."
Back in March of this year, I was inclined to compose a brief retrospective about pops' time on Kwajalein Island after receiving a form letter communication from one Al Frowiss. I just happened to find a brief article titled, "Postcard from ... Kwajalein," by Andre Vitchek that appeared on the Foreign Policy in Focus site. Little wonder why the Marshallese are flocking to Hawai'i.
After I had calmed down, I wondered whether the rage that had erupted like an exploding volcano was induced by the gale force winds blowing dirt and dust in the "wind tunnel" or whether it was part of the on-going detoxification process. Who knows?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been "punished." The same grueling homeless guy itinerary was followed. Nothing out of the ordinary ensued. My only point of contention was that the downtown gym is now using the same foul-smelling liquid soap as the gym in Hawai'i Kai. I was fortunate to find one shower stall with remnants of the old soap. I assume that I will now have to carry my own body wash, which will add to the weight and bulk of my gym bag. The stinky liquid soap is, no doubt, a cost-cutting measure. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at the usual time.
I have two cans left of the overcooked and decomposing beans after choking down the contents of one can this evening. I can safely say that I am ready for the upcoming food crisis. The volume and subjective quality of the food that I consume is unacceptable by the masses. However, I will most likely be able to sustain myself much longer than the others who are living "high on the hog." They will not be able to bring themselves to eat "rations," just as they cannot stop driving their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles).
My goal, of course, is to cut back even more so, as well as to continue to divest my useless possessions. In the past few days, I have had recurring intrusive thoughts about dumping everything that I own except for the barest of necessities. The process has only been academic so far. However, the time is rapidly approaching when I will no longer be able to tolerate any form of consumerism or the so-called "ownership society." I will probably just lose it and dump all of the crap in the rubbish can. More "punishment."
Back in March of this year, I was inclined to compose a brief retrospective about pops' time on Kwajalein Island after receiving a form letter communication from one Al Frowiss. I just happened to find a brief article titled, "Postcard from ... Kwajalein," by Andre Vitchek that appeared on the Foreign Policy in Focus site. Little wonder why the Marshallese are flocking to Hawai'i.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Earbud Catastrophe
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:50am. My first stop was Ross® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I had to wait 30 minutes before the store opened. I returned the luggage that was hastily purchased when moms was evicted by my bro. I had thought of storing the luggage as a contingency. However, I realized that long storage would most likely cause the exposed metal parts to rust and corrode. The latter is a common problem in Hawai'i.
Moms was home when I finally arrived at 10am. Moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. Then, we walked to Yummy's Korean Barbeque to procure our plate lunches. We brought the plate lunches back to the house. Moms served fresh vegetables, too. However, the Yummy's plate lunches are quite generous. For dessert, moms served Cinnamon Rolls. After lunch, I chatted with moms until 12:40pm.
I spent an hour or so at Koko Head Park. I am compelled to view some kind of natural scenery every day. I observed a number of visitors to the park. However, most of them either sat in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) or spent only a few minutes in the park before seeking the cocoon-like safety of their 4000-pound motorized chairs.
I drove to Koko Marina and found shaded parking in the parking structure. I walked to the gym and did my usual cardio workout. After the gym, I stopped by Foodland to purchase a couple of items. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores, although I only had a small load. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
The Phillips® earbud headphones (made in China) have been destroyed. After tolerating the intermittent sound for too long, I repeatedly whacked the earbuds against the cheesy Slob Manor desk. Finally, the earbuds separated from the wires. I then continued to terrorize the headphones until it was unrecognizable. Then, I unceremoniously threw the piece of crap in the trash. If only I had a digital camera to record these searing moments in history, I said to myself.
Well, obviously, there have been no takers for the "condotel" unit. Several other "owners" have become desperate enough to lower their selling prices to a ridiculous level. Even then, the units have not sold. I have decided not to join the fray, at least not yet. I am already incurring losses, thanks to the crashing tourist industry. However, I do not want to assume one huge loss right now by selling in desperation. I may end up waiting until year 2012 before there is a slight recovery in the real estate market. That's a long time from now.
Moms was home when I finally arrived at 10am. Moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. Then, we walked to Yummy's Korean Barbeque to procure our plate lunches. We brought the plate lunches back to the house. Moms served fresh vegetables, too. However, the Yummy's plate lunches are quite generous. For dessert, moms served Cinnamon Rolls. After lunch, I chatted with moms until 12:40pm.
I spent an hour or so at Koko Head Park. I am compelled to view some kind of natural scenery every day. I observed a number of visitors to the park. However, most of them either sat in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) or spent only a few minutes in the park before seeking the cocoon-like safety of their 4000-pound motorized chairs.
I drove to Koko Marina and found shaded parking in the parking structure. I walked to the gym and did my usual cardio workout. After the gym, I stopped by Foodland to purchase a couple of items. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores, although I only had a small load. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
The Phillips® earbud headphones (made in China) have been destroyed. After tolerating the intermittent sound for too long, I repeatedly whacked the earbuds against the cheesy Slob Manor desk. Finally, the earbuds separated from the wires. I then continued to terrorize the headphones until it was unrecognizable. Then, I unceremoniously threw the piece of crap in the trash. If only I had a digital camera to record these searing moments in history, I said to myself.
Well, obviously, there have been no takers for the "condotel" unit. Several other "owners" have become desperate enough to lower their selling prices to a ridiculous level. Even then, the units have not sold. I have decided not to join the fray, at least not yet. I am already incurring losses, thanks to the crashing tourist industry. However, I do not want to assume one huge loss right now by selling in desperation. I may end up waiting until year 2012 before there is a slight recovery in the real estate market. That's a long time from now.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Lamp-Baked Sunday
Did you check out the hurdy-gurdy site for old codgers? Perhaps I should apply for a wage slave position there. I could be one of the cast of old codgers. That's the kind of job the ol' lavahead would really enjoy. Imagine doin' da wild thing with all of those young hotties and drawing a salary. Sheesh!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been lamp-baked to perfection. The highlight of the day was when I was at the gym and espied the hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit.
Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I have two chapters remaining in my reading of Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." I did not realize the significance of Lebanon's history, especially that pertaining to the Palestinians. The history of Lebanon is essentially the history of the Palestinians after their forced ejection from what is now the State of Israel (not to confused with "God's chosen nation"). Interspersed, of course, is the on-going sectarian civil war, the most recent decades having been fueled by the Israeli Zionists.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been lamp-baked to perfection. The highlight of the day was when I was at the gym and espied the hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit.
Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I have two chapters remaining in my reading of Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." I did not realize the significance of Lebanon's history, especially that pertaining to the Palestinians. The history of Lebanon is essentially the history of the Palestinians after their forced ejection from what is now the State of Israel (not to confused with "God's chosen nation"). Interspersed, of course, is the on-going sectarian civil war, the most recent decades having been fueled by the Israeli Zionists.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tidbits du Jour
How would you like your chicken? Lamp-baked or choked? Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been asphyxiated. The homeless guy routine and itinerary were followed precisely. Alas, a near-perfect homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. The only out-of-normal event was when I ran into the Brazilian hottie Diploma Mill student just outside the gym. Baby used to work in the student lab adjacent to the faculty computer room. She also works out at the gym, which is why baby is a hottie. I chatted with her briefly.
Since nothing drastic transpired today, then I might as well cover a few tidbits. The Indian guy, Sushant, has been gone for two weeks now. From what I understand, he's on vacation in India. I have had the whole second floor of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to myself. Obviously, I am not "spreading my wings." I remain in my squalid room. I cleaned the whole bathroom just after he left. Surprisingly, it has stayed absolutely clean for the duration. Normally, the bathroom is a complete mess within a day or so after cleaning.
I had mentioned a few days ago that the gym is my last pleasurable activity remaining. On second thought, I am not too certain about how pleasurable my gym workouts are. Although I have toned down the intensity of my workouts (as a function of age), I can still say that the workouts are more painful than pleasurable. I cannot compare my weight workout with, say, lapsing in and out of a coma in a plush chair.
I suffered a minor bout of my daily headache again. It seems as though the duration is decreasing each day, no doubt as the detoxification process continues. I am still feeling fatigued and lethargic, though. Perhaps that's normal for a senior citizen.
The weather has been strange all week. The gale force winds are back. In addition, there's been rain almost every night. The ambient temperature is fairly cool as opposed to what it's supposed to be like in the Summer.
Finally, I have given up on the Windows® Vista SP1 update. From what I can tell, Toshiba® Support has abandoned its customers. Windows® Vista works just fine for me as it is. So, the SP1 upgrade issue has been mummified.
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Since nothing drastic transpired today, then I might as well cover a few tidbits. The Indian guy, Sushant, has been gone for two weeks now. From what I understand, he's on vacation in India. I have had the whole second floor of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to myself. Obviously, I am not "spreading my wings." I remain in my squalid room. I cleaned the whole bathroom just after he left. Surprisingly, it has stayed absolutely clean for the duration. Normally, the bathroom is a complete mess within a day or so after cleaning.
I had mentioned a few days ago that the gym is my last pleasurable activity remaining. On second thought, I am not too certain about how pleasurable my gym workouts are. Although I have toned down the intensity of my workouts (as a function of age), I can still say that the workouts are more painful than pleasurable. I cannot compare my weight workout with, say, lapsing in and out of a coma in a plush chair.
I suffered a minor bout of my daily headache again. It seems as though the duration is decreasing each day, no doubt as the detoxification process continues. I am still feeling fatigued and lethargic, though. Perhaps that's normal for a senior citizen.
The weather has been strange all week. The gale force winds are back. In addition, there's been rain almost every night. The ambient temperature is fairly cool as opposed to what it's supposed to be like in the Summer.
Finally, I have given up on the Windows® Vista SP1 update. From what I can tell, Toshiba® Support has abandoned its customers. Windows® Vista works just fine for me as it is. So, the SP1 upgrade issue has been mummified.
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Friday, June 20, 2008
Chokey da Chicken
The Chinaman had a date with his young Asian hottie friend in his squalid room last night. So, the Chinaman is not singing, "Y-M-C-A," as I previously thought. Foolish monk. Now I an see why the Chinaman has been babbling away on the phone during the wee hours of the morning. Well, baby is a young hottie. And, the Chinaman is no "Spring chicken." In my old days, I would have exhibited some anxiety and felt like a true loser. Since I am in the last phase of my life, I do not bother with trivial issues like the babe situation. My time has come and gone, along with any opportunities.
I have learned long ago that I cannot be involved with babes. First of all, I have nothing in common with babes. And, I am absolutely certain that I cannot maintain a so-called "relationship." Heck, I can't even maintain simple friendships. The closest the ol' lavahead will get to a babe is Tube8. Sheesh!
I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms did not need anything at Longs® in Kuapa Kai, so I ventured there by myself. I purchased five cans of Van Camp's® Pork and Beans. When I returned, moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. Moms warmed up leftover Beef Curry for lunch. Moms also broiled a thick slab of fresh salmon. Add fresh vegetables, Ahi Poke, and rice for a filling feast. For dessert, moms served vanilla ice cream. I chatted with moms until 12:45pm. Moms gave me the leftover salmon and Ahi Poke to take home.
Thanks to moms, I have a new local-style insulated lunch bag (made in China). I put the leftovers inside to keep them cold. My first stop was Koko Head Park. I sat on one of the picnic benches for about an hour. Even with the infestation of flies and assorted insects, I was able to enjoy the natural surroundings.
I drove to Koko Marina and found shaded parking in the parking structure. The parking spaces are so narrow that I ended up scraping one of the mirrors of my Nissan® Frontier truck on a concrete column. I did my usual workout at the gym. My daily headache finally appeared just as commenced my cardio workout. I anticipate that I will have to endure about three more weeks of daily headaches. Then, I should be completely detoxified.
I had originally planned to stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai, but I changed my mind at the last minute. Instead, I walked to Foodland. I purchased a couple of Fuji apples and a bag of bulk lard-filled frozen burritos. The other day, I had mistakenly purchased grapefruits instead of oranges. I have had much difficulty choking down the grapefruits. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. My only task for the afternoon was the dreaded laundry chores. I ate the leftover Ahi Poke for a snack. Dinner was comprised of Van Camp's® Pork and Beans without the bread. The beans were overcooked and disintegrating within the can. It was an awful sight. Afterward, I choked down a grapefruit. The evening? Same ol' shit.
I have learned long ago that I cannot be involved with babes. First of all, I have nothing in common with babes. And, I am absolutely certain that I cannot maintain a so-called "relationship." Heck, I can't even maintain simple friendships. The closest the ol' lavahead will get to a babe is Tube8. Sheesh!
I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms did not need anything at Longs® in Kuapa Kai, so I ventured there by myself. I purchased five cans of Van Camp's® Pork and Beans. When I returned, moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. Moms warmed up leftover Beef Curry for lunch. Moms also broiled a thick slab of fresh salmon. Add fresh vegetables, Ahi Poke, and rice for a filling feast. For dessert, moms served vanilla ice cream. I chatted with moms until 12:45pm. Moms gave me the leftover salmon and Ahi Poke to take home.
Thanks to moms, I have a new local-style insulated lunch bag (made in China). I put the leftovers inside to keep them cold. My first stop was Koko Head Park. I sat on one of the picnic benches for about an hour. Even with the infestation of flies and assorted insects, I was able to enjoy the natural surroundings.
I drove to Koko Marina and found shaded parking in the parking structure. The parking spaces are so narrow that I ended up scraping one of the mirrors of my Nissan® Frontier truck on a concrete column. I did my usual workout at the gym. My daily headache finally appeared just as commenced my cardio workout. I anticipate that I will have to endure about three more weeks of daily headaches. Then, I should be completely detoxified.
I had originally planned to stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai, but I changed my mind at the last minute. Instead, I walked to Foodland. I purchased a couple of Fuji apples and a bag of bulk lard-filled frozen burritos. The other day, I had mistakenly purchased grapefruits instead of oranges. I have had much difficulty choking down the grapefruits. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. My only task for the afternoon was the dreaded laundry chores. I ate the leftover Ahi Poke for a snack. Dinner was comprised of Van Camp's® Pork and Beans without the bread. The beans were overcooked and disintegrating within the can. It was an awful sight. Afterward, I choked down a grapefruit. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
End of the Line
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... well, it was a fairly smooth homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. No moronic State peon yardboys turning the sprinklers on homeless guy emulators. I was able to enjoy my brunch (read: granola and water) in peace.
I found myself at the library slightly earlier than usual. The routine is always the same. I first locate a vacant table on the first floor in the inner courtyard. I stake my claim by placing my gym bag on the table. I retrieve my reading material for the day. Then, I make a run to the restroom. I also brush my teeth. Then, I return to the table. I turn the chair to face the courtyard. I spend the next four hours reading. Sometimes I lapse in and out of a coma for extended periods of time. To amuse myself, I attempt to identify the homeless or halfway house derelicts who wander in and out of the library.
I also spend considerable time contemplating my plight. I keep attempting to discover how bad off I am, but I can only make a subjective case. Or, I wonder if I am "missing out." Yet, what exactly am I deprived of? Obviously, anyone else in my situation would most likely have gone berserk by now. Imagine following the homeless guy itinerary every single day. Imagine consuming the same modest quantity of bland food day-in and day-out. Imagine the gym being the only source activity and diversion. Imagine not having any friends or acquaintances. Imagine not speaking to anyone for days. Imagine riding the bus to commute almost everywhere. That's the homeless guy emulation in a nutshell.
I have essentially hit the "end of the line" ... prematurely. I have no family except for moms. I have no "significant other." I have no progenitors. I am an emancipated wage slave, so I have no job, no job title, and no source of earned income. I have no social life. I spend very little money. I have only a modest number of possessions, each slowly being divested. Yes, I am at the "end of the line."
When I finally kicked the coffee habit one week ago, I forfeited one of the last of my inseparable pleasures. Aside from the gym, there are no pleasures left. I now simply subsist to live. I am a walking zombie on life support. Well, I still have the "blog." Can I really call the latter a pleasure? In any case, I have unwittingly begun the final phase of my life, albeit a few years earlier than expected. Perhaps that is real definition of exodus.
I found myself at the library slightly earlier than usual. The routine is always the same. I first locate a vacant table on the first floor in the inner courtyard. I stake my claim by placing my gym bag on the table. I retrieve my reading material for the day. Then, I make a run to the restroom. I also brush my teeth. Then, I return to the table. I turn the chair to face the courtyard. I spend the next four hours reading. Sometimes I lapse in and out of a coma for extended periods of time. To amuse myself, I attempt to identify the homeless or halfway house derelicts who wander in and out of the library.
I also spend considerable time contemplating my plight. I keep attempting to discover how bad off I am, but I can only make a subjective case. Or, I wonder if I am "missing out." Yet, what exactly am I deprived of? Obviously, anyone else in my situation would most likely have gone berserk by now. Imagine following the homeless guy itinerary every single day. Imagine consuming the same modest quantity of bland food day-in and day-out. Imagine the gym being the only source activity and diversion. Imagine not having any friends or acquaintances. Imagine not speaking to anyone for days. Imagine riding the bus to commute almost everywhere. That's the homeless guy emulation in a nutshell.
I have essentially hit the "end of the line" ... prematurely. I have no family except for moms. I have no "significant other." I have no progenitors. I am an emancipated wage slave, so I have no job, no job title, and no source of earned income. I have no social life. I spend very little money. I have only a modest number of possessions, each slowly being divested. Yes, I am at the "end of the line."
When I finally kicked the coffee habit one week ago, I forfeited one of the last of my inseparable pleasures. Aside from the gym, there are no pleasures left. I now simply subsist to live. I am a walking zombie on life support. Well, I still have the "blog." Can I really call the latter a pleasure? In any case, I have unwittingly begun the final phase of my life, albeit a few years earlier than expected. Perhaps that is real definition of exodus.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Evil Yardboys
I saw the two State greenskeepers (read: peon yardboys) standing around when I first arrived at the Korean and Vietnam War memorial. The two asswipes were testing the sprinklers further on down by the State Capitol. One of the fucktards was smoking a cigarette. The concrete benches adjacent to the War Memorial were wet. I sat on one anyway because it appeared that the sprinklers had already watered the area. I set out to eat my brunch (read: granola and water).
Within a couple of minutes, a blast of water shot straight into my face. Water poured into the granola as well as my gym bag. I hastily grabbed everything and walked out of the range of the sprinklers. I noticed that the cover of the Rubbermaid® granola container was missing. I saw it laying on the muddy ground by the concrete bench. I walked back into the range of the sprinklers to retrieve the cover. By now, I was sopping wet. I looked around and could not see the two State dickheads anywhere. As I walked off, I looked around again. I espied the two shitheads cowering by the sprinkler controls laughing their asses off. I was very tempted to maim both of them for defaming my Rubbermaid® granola container. Yes, their lives meant less to me than the cover of my Rubbermaid® granola container.
I realized that the sprinkler "testing" was a charade to cover up the real motive. The sprinklers were being used to deter the homeless from loitering in the Capitol district. I was mistaken for a homeless guy again. Therefore, the two State shitheads turned the sprinklers on to move me along. I have noticed a tremendous amount of effort by the local powers-that-be to make life extremely difficult for the homeless. This week alone, there was talk of new legislation to prohibit sleeping under the bus stop shelters. The homeless are also being forced out of the last beach park refuge available to them. The vendetta against the homeless knows no bounds. Hence, there are no public restrooms, water fountains, or sitting benches in heavily foot-trafficked areas in all of Honolulu. In their mania to suppress the homeless, the local powers-that-be overlooked the fact that everyone else is also affected by their Draconian solutions.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been ridiculed and defamed. I am a homeless guy emulator, not by choice, but by fate. I do not go out of my way to appear homeless. It is by coincidence that I dress like a homeless guy and carry around a gym bag that is easily mistaken for homelessness. Because of my unwitting homeless guy emulation and the homeless guy itinerary that I must follow, I have been privy to witness firsthand the oppression by the "privileged." We are, however, rapidly approaching the dawn of the secular Apocalypse. We shall see what happens when "the shoe is on the other foot." I will be right there to oppress the oppressors. After all, I am the self-appointed "Keeper of Lost Lives."
I had to complete my brunch at the other end of the Capitol district. I sat on the grass. Nearby, another State gardenboy was trimming the grass with a weedwacker. He did not attempt to do anything stupid. I ate the soggy granola, all the while wishing that I had seriously "punished" the two evil State yardboys. I look forward to the day that I will "waterboard" them both. I was finally able to relax once I entered the inner courtyard of the library.
I continued to suffer a moderate afternoon headache, exacerbated by the two State dickheads this morning. The headache goes away sometime during my gym workout. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. I carefully washed my Rubbermaid® granola container. For me, the smallest and most useful possessions are extremely valuable. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit.
Within a couple of minutes, a blast of water shot straight into my face. Water poured into the granola as well as my gym bag. I hastily grabbed everything and walked out of the range of the sprinklers. I noticed that the cover of the Rubbermaid® granola container was missing. I saw it laying on the muddy ground by the concrete bench. I walked back into the range of the sprinklers to retrieve the cover. By now, I was sopping wet. I looked around and could not see the two State dickheads anywhere. As I walked off, I looked around again. I espied the two shitheads cowering by the sprinkler controls laughing their asses off. I was very tempted to maim both of them for defaming my Rubbermaid® granola container. Yes, their lives meant less to me than the cover of my Rubbermaid® granola container.
I realized that the sprinkler "testing" was a charade to cover up the real motive. The sprinklers were being used to deter the homeless from loitering in the Capitol district. I was mistaken for a homeless guy again. Therefore, the two State shitheads turned the sprinklers on to move me along. I have noticed a tremendous amount of effort by the local powers-that-be to make life extremely difficult for the homeless. This week alone, there was talk of new legislation to prohibit sleeping under the bus stop shelters. The homeless are also being forced out of the last beach park refuge available to them. The vendetta against the homeless knows no bounds. Hence, there are no public restrooms, water fountains, or sitting benches in heavily foot-trafficked areas in all of Honolulu. In their mania to suppress the homeless, the local powers-that-be overlooked the fact that everyone else is also affected by their Draconian solutions.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been ridiculed and defamed. I am a homeless guy emulator, not by choice, but by fate. I do not go out of my way to appear homeless. It is by coincidence that I dress like a homeless guy and carry around a gym bag that is easily mistaken for homelessness. Because of my unwitting homeless guy emulation and the homeless guy itinerary that I must follow, I have been privy to witness firsthand the oppression by the "privileged." We are, however, rapidly approaching the dawn of the secular Apocalypse. We shall see what happens when "the shoe is on the other foot." I will be right there to oppress the oppressors. After all, I am the self-appointed "Keeper of Lost Lives."
I had to complete my brunch at the other end of the Capitol district. I sat on the grass. Nearby, another State gardenboy was trimming the grass with a weedwacker. He did not attempt to do anything stupid. I ate the soggy granola, all the while wishing that I had seriously "punished" the two evil State yardboys. I look forward to the day that I will "waterboard" them both. I was finally able to relax once I entered the inner courtyard of the library.
I continued to suffer a moderate afternoon headache, exacerbated by the two State dickheads this morning. The headache goes away sometime during my gym workout. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. I carefully washed my Rubbermaid® granola container. For me, the smallest and most useful possessions are extremely valuable. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Comatose
Yesterday, I had put the big-ass Foster's® "oil can" brewski in the freezer for a few minutes. When I finally popped open the can, I was privy to a refreshing "beverage." Even the cheapest grade of brewski can be made palatable by lowering its temperature as close to freezing as possible. If only I had a greasy pizza to wash down with the ice cold Fosters®. Sheesh!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has succumbed to a coma. I was groggy all day. The same moderate headache plagued me yet again. However, the homeless guy itinerary was kept intact. I ran into Shirley on my way to the gym. Aside from that, the whole day was nothing out of the ordinary.
On this fourth day sans caffeine, I observed a decrease in energy as well as a wave of general apathy overcome my senses. The whole experience bordered on melancholia, but without the melancholia. I began to question my existence, my life-style, and the choices that brought me to that point. Oddly, I began to feel irritable. I then mummified the process. A discussion is irrelevant since the "blog" and the journal have hashed over the issues ad infinitum.
The bottom line is that I look forward only to the exodus. I am, of course, presently hindered by familial obligations and the detestable "condotel" unit. I want to escape to anywhere that I can live in peace on the cheap. I do not want a cell phone or a computer. I do not need my vast hurdy-gurdy "torrent" library. I am almost completely disconnected from society as it is. Why not total disconnection?
Yesterday, moms expressed concern that I was not actively attempting to indenture myself to wage slavery again. In the next breath, moms was proselytizing that Armageddon is near. Well, if the "end of days" is nearing, then wage slavery would be the last concern on my mind. Humans often mistakenly separate religion from everything else. We tend to "compartmentalize" religious dogma from secular affairs, as if the two were unrelated. There is one true religion, as I have discussed before. It is called "truth" and its basis is in the Laws of the Universe. There is a universal power, the Creator, at the heart of the "truth." In my years, I have seen the fruits of vanity, that is, the human pursuit of material possessions, wealth, and power. What exactly is all of that worth in the end? There is an "end," you know. The finite nature of life as we know it is the basis of vanity. Humans create wars, ruin the planet, and cause untold suffering amongst the masses in the pursuit of vanity. I am done with vanity.
I have downsized myself to the point of non-existence. I can pack and leave within an hour. I have no possessions of value. I do not "live life to the fullest," as the saying goes. I have no desire to "make my dreams come true." I no longer have dreams. I live in a stark world of reality and truth. I know that, on any given day, my time may come. I may suffer tragic consequences, or I may only suffer a severe setback. In either case, vanity will not save me. Nonetheless, the reality of my mortality and limitations will become self-evident.
At one time, I discussed the penitent life-style from the perspective of a monk. I alluded to some form of punishment in order to learn humility and grasp the meaning of life. In my later years of wisdom, I have learned that the mendicant and ascetic ways are forms of punishment. Rather the former and the latter are exactly how we humans were meant to live and co-exist. As you probably can guess, that is the basis of the homeless guy emulation.
Am I desirous of being homeless? Well, I already am homeless, based upon the definition that I had derived several moons ago. Somehow, I do not believe that the homeless realize that they are living in the ideal human state. They also have the smallest ecological "footprint." Since the homeless have been marginalized and forced to live in squalor and indignity by the rest of society, they cannot find redemption. Given even the most modest of facilities, the homeless could live much cleaner, safer, and hygienic lives. Our short lifespan should find us engaged in seeking the "truth" and humility. The "truth" will indeed set us free.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has succumbed to a coma. I was groggy all day. The same moderate headache plagued me yet again. However, the homeless guy itinerary was kept intact. I ran into Shirley on my way to the gym. Aside from that, the whole day was nothing out of the ordinary.
On this fourth day sans caffeine, I observed a decrease in energy as well as a wave of general apathy overcome my senses. The whole experience bordered on melancholia, but without the melancholia. I began to question my existence, my life-style, and the choices that brought me to that point. Oddly, I began to feel irritable. I then mummified the process. A discussion is irrelevant since the "blog" and the journal have hashed over the issues ad infinitum.
The bottom line is that I look forward only to the exodus. I am, of course, presently hindered by familial obligations and the detestable "condotel" unit. I want to escape to anywhere that I can live in peace on the cheap. I do not want a cell phone or a computer. I do not need my vast hurdy-gurdy "torrent" library. I am almost completely disconnected from society as it is. Why not total disconnection?
Yesterday, moms expressed concern that I was not actively attempting to indenture myself to wage slavery again. In the next breath, moms was proselytizing that Armageddon is near. Well, if the "end of days" is nearing, then wage slavery would be the last concern on my mind. Humans often mistakenly separate religion from everything else. We tend to "compartmentalize" religious dogma from secular affairs, as if the two were unrelated. There is one true religion, as I have discussed before. It is called "truth" and its basis is in the Laws of the Universe. There is a universal power, the Creator, at the heart of the "truth." In my years, I have seen the fruits of vanity, that is, the human pursuit of material possessions, wealth, and power. What exactly is all of that worth in the end? There is an "end," you know. The finite nature of life as we know it is the basis of vanity. Humans create wars, ruin the planet, and cause untold suffering amongst the masses in the pursuit of vanity. I am done with vanity.
I have downsized myself to the point of non-existence. I can pack and leave within an hour. I have no possessions of value. I do not "live life to the fullest," as the saying goes. I have no desire to "make my dreams come true." I no longer have dreams. I live in a stark world of reality and truth. I know that, on any given day, my time may come. I may suffer tragic consequences, or I may only suffer a severe setback. In either case, vanity will not save me. Nonetheless, the reality of my mortality and limitations will become self-evident.
At one time, I discussed the penitent life-style from the perspective of a monk. I alluded to some form of punishment in order to learn humility and grasp the meaning of life. In my later years of wisdom, I have learned that the mendicant and ascetic ways are forms of punishment. Rather the former and the latter are exactly how we humans were meant to live and co-exist. As you probably can guess, that is the basis of the homeless guy emulation.
Am I desirous of being homeless? Well, I already am homeless, based upon the definition that I had derived several moons ago. Somehow, I do not believe that the homeless realize that they are living in the ideal human state. They also have the smallest ecological "footprint." Since the homeless have been marginalized and forced to live in squalor and indignity by the rest of society, they cannot find redemption. Given even the most modest of facilities, the homeless could live much cleaner, safer, and hygienic lives. Our short lifespan should find us engaged in seeking the "truth" and humility. The "truth" will indeed set us free.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Coma Redux
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. Moms was home when I arrived. Everything is back to normal in my bro's household, if by "normal" I refer to a dysfunctional state. Moms and I made the usual rounds to Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. In between, we ate lunch at Panda Express® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Later, moms served vanilla ice cream for dessert. I only chatted with moms briefly as I left at 12:45pm.
I spent about an hour in Koko Head Park. I found it difficult to enjoy the surroundings as I was inundated with flies. The filthy insects were all over the place. I parked my truck in the Koko Marina parking structure and walked to the gym. I did my usual cardio workout. I had a very low-level headache all morning. During the first ten minutes of my cardio workout, my head began throbbing in pain. Shortly afterward, the headache vanished. I was still highly fatigued. Essentially, I was in a comatose state. My guess is that the detoxification process is going to take a lot longer than I expected.
I made one last stop at Safeway® to purchase the usual crap food items (i.e., Hormel® canned chili beans, Quaker® Granola, Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos. I also purchased a big-ass can of Foster's® brewski. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm, just in time to perform the dreaded laundry chores. Well, aside from dropping back the big-ass can of Foster's® "beverage," the evening will be ... same ol' shit.
I spent about an hour in Koko Head Park. I found it difficult to enjoy the surroundings as I was inundated with flies. The filthy insects were all over the place. I parked my truck in the Koko Marina parking structure and walked to the gym. I did my usual cardio workout. I had a very low-level headache all morning. During the first ten minutes of my cardio workout, my head began throbbing in pain. Shortly afterward, the headache vanished. I was still highly fatigued. Essentially, I was in a comatose state. My guess is that the detoxification process is going to take a lot longer than I expected.
I made one last stop at Safeway® to purchase the usual crap food items (i.e., Hormel® canned chili beans, Quaker® Granola, Tina's® lard-filled frozen burritos. I also purchased a big-ass can of Foster's® brewski. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm, just in time to perform the dreaded laundry chores. Well, aside from dropping back the big-ass can of Foster's® "beverage," the evening will be ... same ol' shit.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Coma (Reprise)
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday was "shocked and awed." The latter is essentially tasteless phraseology. The term is used by the Shrub administration to obfuscate its war crimes. I ate my brunch (read: granola and water) as I sat on a bench facing the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial in the Capitol district. There were a handful of the homeless scattered about the area. Most of them were lounging under the trees. Only one of the homeless joined me at the War Memorial. Well, I should say that I joined him since he was there first. He spent most of the time talking to himself and laughing out loud. Is that my eventual fate?
Even when I found myself sitting along Fort Street Mall (makai of king Street), I was in the company of the homeless. I was extremely fatigued, even though I slept well last night. A mild headache plagued me for most of the morning. I was irritable and groggy. Caffeine withdrawal is going to take some time. I walked to the gym at noon. No hottie gym trainer. Boohoo. I did my usual workout, although I was not in the mood. I am beginning to believe that commitment to my gym workout was a function of coffee consumption.
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. The headache was gone, but the grogginess persisted. I feel as though I am semi-conscious. My eyelids can barely stay open. The rest of the day and evening will be ... same ol' shit. Incidentally, if you are frustrated by "bandwidth"-challenged Spankwire, then try out Tube8. Sheesh!
Petrol prices have been going up so rapidly that I haven't bothered to report the changes. The price of the lowest octane petrol was $4.26 per gallon in parts of town as of yesterday. Matson® is going to raise its shipping fuel surcharge to a record 38.25 percent next month. That's the eleventh surcharge increase in two years. Naturally, all other shipping companies will follow suit. The outcome? Prices of all goods will increase proportionately. Mortgage foreclosures have also been increasing at an alarming rate in Hawai'i. I suspect that we in Hawai'i are in for a tough time very soon.
Ol' Lavahead's Hurdy-Gurdy Mini-Review. The latest edition of the Naughty Office series (Naughty America®) starring hottie Tory Lane is available. The episode titled, "Camera Controversy Part 1," begins with a hysterically funny skit. The rest is formulaic hurdy-gurdy, although nothing about Tory Lane is formulaic. Add it to your collection now!
Even when I found myself sitting along Fort Street Mall (makai of king Street), I was in the company of the homeless. I was extremely fatigued, even though I slept well last night. A mild headache plagued me for most of the morning. I was irritable and groggy. Caffeine withdrawal is going to take some time. I walked to the gym at noon. No hottie gym trainer. Boohoo. I did my usual workout, although I was not in the mood. I am beginning to believe that commitment to my gym workout was a function of coffee consumption.
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. The headache was gone, but the grogginess persisted. I feel as though I am semi-conscious. My eyelids can barely stay open. The rest of the day and evening will be ... same ol' shit. Incidentally, if you are frustrated by "bandwidth"-challenged Spankwire, then try out Tube8. Sheesh!
Petrol prices have been going up so rapidly that I haven't bothered to report the changes. The price of the lowest octane petrol was $4.26 per gallon in parts of town as of yesterday. Matson® is going to raise its shipping fuel surcharge to a record 38.25 percent next month. That's the eleventh surcharge increase in two years. Naturally, all other shipping companies will follow suit. The outcome? Prices of all goods will increase proportionately. Mortgage foreclosures have also been increasing at an alarming rate in Hawai'i. I suspect that we in Hawai'i are in for a tough time very soon.
Ol' Lavahead's Hurdy-Gurdy Mini-Review. The latest edition of the Naughty Office series (Naughty America®) starring hottie Tory Lane is available. The episode titled, "Camera Controversy Part 1," begins with a hysterically funny skit. The rest is formulaic hurdy-gurdy, although nothing about Tory Lane is formulaic. Add it to your collection now!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Coma
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been decaffeinated. I could feel a low-level headache coming on when I first woke up. By the time I arrived in town, the headache was pronounced. I felt very sluggish and fatigued as well. Unfortunately, all I had in my Rubbermaid® non-insulated beverage container was (possibly rBGH-laced) milk. When I first sat on the concrete bench at the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial in the Capitol district, I had used my hand to brush away what I thought were leaves. Well, most of the green matter were leaves except for one. I had swiped my hand across a clump of bird turd. I was somewhat perturbed, but not enough to spike my blood pressure. In my caffeinated days, I would have gone off on a tirade and remain agitated for the rest of the day.
In between bouts of reading in the inner courtyard of the library, I lapsed in and out of a coma. I have not felt so fatigued since my last short-lived attempt to kick the coffee habit. I hobbled to the gym in a comatose state at 2pm. I did my usual workout before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I will spend the rest of the day and evening engaged in the same ol' shit. There is absolutely no social life for the ol' lavahead. He rarely goes anywhere during the evenings. There are no friends or acquaintances to visit or hang out with. The evening jaunts to Kahala Mall long ago lost the novelty. I am poor. I am a homeless guy emulator. Nothing more, nothing less.
In between bouts of reading in the inner courtyard of the library, I lapsed in and out of a coma. I have not felt so fatigued since my last short-lived attempt to kick the coffee habit. I hobbled to the gym in a comatose state at 2pm. I did my usual workout before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I will spend the rest of the day and evening engaged in the same ol' shit. There is absolutely no social life for the ol' lavahead. He rarely goes anywhere during the evenings. There are no friends or acquaintances to visit or hang out with. The evening jaunts to Kahala Mall long ago lost the novelty. I am poor. I am a homeless guy emulator. Nothing more, nothing less.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Sinister Kahuna Day 2008
I neglected to mention that, while I was showering at the gym yesterday, I happened to notice a big-ass bottle of Dial® Body Wash sitting on the tile floor next to one of the vacant stalls. No one else was showering. I inspected the bottle and found it to be almost completely full. Naturally, being as poor and mendicant as I am, I claimed the bottle of body wash for myself. Well, hey! I am a homeless guy emulator! How long will it be before I am waiting in line at the local soup kitchen? Or, worse yet, rummaging through garbage cans for dinner?
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made no stops along the way. Moms was home when I arrived. I brought the jar of Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) with me. I made a small cup of iced coffee, but ended up drinking only half of it. I read the newspaper and also applied the pumice stone to the callouses on the soles of my feet as I waited for moms. Later, I asked moms to give the rest of the Fodgers® away to one of her friends, or use it for fertilizer in her garden. In one swift move, I ended my long coffee tenure.
Moms and I ended up at Longs® in Kuapa Kai. Moms bought a whole mess of Lion® coffee and a box of "Thank You" cards. Our last stop was at Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries. For lunch, moms and I ate lamp-baked chicken courtesy Foodland. Moms also served fresh vegetables, macaroni salad, Kim Chee, and steamed rice. For dessert, moms served up the vanilla ice cream that one of her friends had given her. After lunch, moms and I chatted until 1pm. Moms wounds appear to be healing quite well. According to moms, the sister-in-law is going to file a lawsuit against the House of Lolo. I am just not quite understanding what is going on. First of all, moms was evicted because my bro did not want any trouble with the House of Lolo. Now, my bro's family is planning to sue the House of Lolo for a large sum of money. I have recused myself from the whole situation, so there was not much that I could offer insofar as an opinion was concerned.
I drove to Koko Marina, but I ended up parking my Nissan® Frontier truck near the library. I walked to the gym from there. I did my usual workout. I noted that I was fatigued and lacked energy. My mind was nearly comatose. In fact, I really had no desire to complete the workout. Clearly absent, though, was the headache associated with caffeine withdrawal. I completed my workout nonetheless. My only real sense of accomplishment was the effective end to my caffeine addiction.
After I retrieved my truck, I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I walked to Foodland to look around. I spent some time perusing various foods, including the items in the organic food section. I wanted to research my possible future diet. I was somewhat discouraged about the cost of good food. I am not even certain whether I could afford such a move. I purchased a large vegetable salad for dinner. Then, I was off to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Nothing sinister happened today. For the most part, I was in a near-mummified state. I was aware of my surroundings, but my cognitive processes and interaction was minimal. I surmise that I will remain in the latter state for several weeks. There is a chance, of course, that I am in a permanent comatose state. Not that it matters. I am an emancipated wage slave and senior citizen. I need not be on the "razor's edge," unless the blade is extremely dull. My priority should be to relax and slow down. I'm going into the so-called "Golden Years," and we all know what happens after that. Sheesh!"
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made no stops along the way. Moms was home when I arrived. I brought the jar of Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) with me. I made a small cup of iced coffee, but ended up drinking only half of it. I read the newspaper and also applied the pumice stone to the callouses on the soles of my feet as I waited for moms. Later, I asked moms to give the rest of the Fodgers® away to one of her friends, or use it for fertilizer in her garden. In one swift move, I ended my long coffee tenure.
Moms and I ended up at Longs® in Kuapa Kai. Moms bought a whole mess of Lion® coffee and a box of "Thank You" cards. Our last stop was at Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries. For lunch, moms and I ate lamp-baked chicken courtesy Foodland. Moms also served fresh vegetables, macaroni salad, Kim Chee, and steamed rice. For dessert, moms served up the vanilla ice cream that one of her friends had given her. After lunch, moms and I chatted until 1pm. Moms wounds appear to be healing quite well. According to moms, the sister-in-law is going to file a lawsuit against the House of Lolo. I am just not quite understanding what is going on. First of all, moms was evicted because my bro did not want any trouble with the House of Lolo. Now, my bro's family is planning to sue the House of Lolo for a large sum of money. I have recused myself from the whole situation, so there was not much that I could offer insofar as an opinion was concerned.
I drove to Koko Marina, but I ended up parking my Nissan® Frontier truck near the library. I walked to the gym from there. I did my usual workout. I noted that I was fatigued and lacked energy. My mind was nearly comatose. In fact, I really had no desire to complete the workout. Clearly absent, though, was the headache associated with caffeine withdrawal. I completed my workout nonetheless. My only real sense of accomplishment was the effective end to my caffeine addiction.
After I retrieved my truck, I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I walked to Foodland to look around. I spent some time perusing various foods, including the items in the organic food section. I wanted to research my possible future diet. I was somewhat discouraged about the cost of good food. I am not even certain whether I could afford such a move. I purchased a large vegetable salad for dinner. Then, I was off to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Nothing sinister happened today. For the most part, I was in a near-mummified state. I was aware of my surroundings, but my cognitive processes and interaction was minimal. I surmise that I will remain in the latter state for several weeks. There is a chance, of course, that I am in a permanent comatose state. Not that it matters. I am an emancipated wage slave and senior citizen. I need not be on the "razor's edge," unless the blade is extremely dull. My priority should be to relax and slow down. I'm going into the so-called "Golden Years," and we all know what happens after that. Sheesh!"
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Robusta Residue
Last night, I finally came to understand the "Jekyll & Hyde" effect of coffee (i.e., caffeine). My coffee intake must be limited or eliminated. Caffeine, in moderate doses, is a psychotropic drug. It can affect mood and temperament, much to my chagrin. When I was a wage slave, the caffeine fix came in handy. I was able to work efficiently and tirelessly in bondage. The nervous energy was converted to useful output. Once I was emancipated from wage slavery, I no longer had an agenda of any kind. The nervous energy began to manifest itself in psychotic rage. Thus, coffee is an anathema to the retired senior citizen life-style.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has "petered out." When I consumed the small amount of Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) that I brought with me in the Rubbermaid® non-insulated beverage bottle, I realized that I did not enjoy the Fodgers® experience. I have overloaded on good coffee and abruptly converted to crappy coffee. My palate has apparently been spoiled rotten. How much longer am I going to prolong the Fodgers® agony? The Rubbermaid® container has also taken on the sickening smell of coffee residue. The Fodgers® coffee residue is even more foul smelling than that of regular coffee. Fortunately, I was in the beautiful surroundings of the Capitol district, which helped me overlook the dreadful coffee.
I did not sleep well again last night, so I was fatigued all day. I am not even certain if the Fodgers® had any effect. However, Fodgers® is probably made from cheesy Robusta coffee beans rather than the preferred Arabica beans. The caffeine level is presumably much higher in Robusta beans. So, I have no idea whether I have really reduced my caffeine intake. So far, though, my fear that a disruption in caffeine would affect my "regularity" has been unfounded.
As usual, I spent four hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I am almost halfway through Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." What an excellent read! The book is about the recent tumultuous history of Lebanon. Given the recent event there, my reading of the book has been timely. As fatigued as I was, I completed my entire workout at the gym. I was sweating profusely during my usual cardio workout. I am not sure whether the excessive sweating was attributed to less caffeine in my body or vice versa. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has "petered out." When I consumed the small amount of Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) that I brought with me in the Rubbermaid® non-insulated beverage bottle, I realized that I did not enjoy the Fodgers® experience. I have overloaded on good coffee and abruptly converted to crappy coffee. My palate has apparently been spoiled rotten. How much longer am I going to prolong the Fodgers® agony? The Rubbermaid® container has also taken on the sickening smell of coffee residue. The Fodgers® coffee residue is even more foul smelling than that of regular coffee. Fortunately, I was in the beautiful surroundings of the Capitol district, which helped me overlook the dreadful coffee.
I did not sleep well again last night, so I was fatigued all day. I am not even certain if the Fodgers® had any effect. However, Fodgers® is probably made from cheesy Robusta coffee beans rather than the preferred Arabica beans. The caffeine level is presumably much higher in Robusta beans. So, I have no idea whether I have really reduced my caffeine intake. So far, though, my fear that a disruption in caffeine would affect my "regularity" has been unfounded.
As usual, I spent four hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I am almost halfway through Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." What an excellent read! The book is about the recent tumultuous history of Lebanon. Given the recent event there, my reading of the book has been timely. As fatigued as I was, I completed my entire workout at the gym. I was sweating profusely during my usual cardio workout. I am not sure whether the excessive sweating was attributed to less caffeine in my body or vice versa. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
King Kamehameha Day 2008
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-holiday has been celebrated. Well, a celebration of anguish, if anything. I left for Kahala Mall on the bus at 8:30am. When I arrived, I dropped off a plastic bag (containing the leaky Tempo insulated beverage container, my old Norelco® intermittent electric razor, and my last two House Music CDs) in the Goodwill donation box.
I ended up at the Barnes & Noble® Café. I purchased a small cup of coffee and sat at one of the tables. I perused a few magazines. That's when the nightmare began. I could tell that the small cup of coffee was extremely strong. Thus, I was overloaded with caffeine. Mind you, I had always chose the larger cup in the past. Needless to say, I became quite agitated. Everything was ready to set me off.
I decided to walk to Macy's® to see if any of the contact grills were on sale. There were only two models that could possibly interest me and my wallet. The mall experience became surreal. I observed all of the shoppers running amuck, most of them in such a hurry that common courtesy was non-existent. I became even more agitated. I could not take it anymore. So, I walked outside to the bus stop. I had to wait 20 minutes for the next bus. I stood and stared out at the intersection just a stone's throw away where an 85-year-old senior citizen was literally run over by a tractor-trailer rig yesterday.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 11am. I made the decision to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck, not a chore that I was looking forward to accomplishing. I became even more agitated. Half-an-hour later, I was done.
With nothing else better to do until gym time, I drove to Koko Head Park. Along the way, I was privy to witness an accident. I was stopped in the left turn lane at the Lunalilo Home Road intersection awaiting a red traffic light. In the adjacent lane, a 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile) was coming to a stop. Suddenly, a big tractor-trailer rig slammed into the 4000-pound motorized chair from behind. The whole back end of the 4000-pound motorized chair was compressed like an accordion. The 4000-pound motorized chair was catapulted across the intersection and came to a stop. The shirtless driver appeared, seemingly unharmed.
At the park, I was privy to gale force winds with some precipitation. The ambient temperature was more fitting of December. I was just about ready to explode. However, I made the most of my excursion. I sat at one of the picnic tables and pretended that the sun was shining upon me. I noticed that even the birds were in a terrible mood. Several pairs of birds were involved in minor altercations. As I prepared to leave, I noticed that there were bird droppings on the hood of the truck. In addition, those same tiny leaves that took me a long time to spray out of the cracks and crevices were now back in the same locations. I was ready to explode.
I drove to Koko Marina and ended up parking adjacent to the library. From there, I walked to the gym. The parking lot was extremely crowded. To make matters worse, fools were darting about precariously in their 4000-pound motorized chairs. I became unnerved as risked my life to get to the gym.
I performed my usual weight workout. However, I was privy to a few rude meatheads. I was about ready to "go janitorial" (read: homicidal). During my cardio workout, I was barely able to remain composed. By then, I had enough. I terminated my cardio workout ten minutes earlier than usual. I took a quick shower using my own Suave® Body Wash. I had noted on Monday that a foul-smelling soap had been put into the dispensers. I risked my life going through the Koko Marina parking lot again. I felt relieved when I was sitting in my tank-like truck. Perhaps that is the same kind of false sense of security that most drivers feel when sitting in the cocoon of their 4000-pound motorized chairs, eh?
My last stop was Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I had to purchase a carton of (possibly) rBGH-laced milk, a fresh Capri Salad (read: carrots and string beans) from the deli, and more lard-filled Tina's® burritos. Once back in my squalid room, I performed the detestable laundry chores, albeit two days early. The reason? I retired another set of underwear. Yes, the underwear could have lasted another four years. However, they are heavily stained in certain areas. The remainder of the white fabric is now a dull gray, probably because I do not separate colors when washing. Alas, the underwear is like an old friend. I will certainly be in bereavement. The evening ... same ol' shit ... commenced with dinner consisting of a can of beans and the Capri Salad. One lard-filled Tina's® burrito served as an appetizer. Oh brother.
The Curse of King Kamehameha is over for another year. Remember when the ol' lavahead had an altercation on the bus with Burger King® Kamehameha? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Don't forget to check the "blog" to read what the ol' lavahead was doing on past King Kamehameha Days.
I ended up at the Barnes & Noble® Café. I purchased a small cup of coffee and sat at one of the tables. I perused a few magazines. That's when the nightmare began. I could tell that the small cup of coffee was extremely strong. Thus, I was overloaded with caffeine. Mind you, I had always chose the larger cup in the past. Needless to say, I became quite agitated. Everything was ready to set me off.
I decided to walk to Macy's® to see if any of the contact grills were on sale. There were only two models that could possibly interest me and my wallet. The mall experience became surreal. I observed all of the shoppers running amuck, most of them in such a hurry that common courtesy was non-existent. I became even more agitated. I could not take it anymore. So, I walked outside to the bus stop. I had to wait 20 minutes for the next bus. I stood and stared out at the intersection just a stone's throw away where an 85-year-old senior citizen was literally run over by a tractor-trailer rig yesterday.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 11am. I made the decision to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck, not a chore that I was looking forward to accomplishing. I became even more agitated. Half-an-hour later, I was done.
With nothing else better to do until gym time, I drove to Koko Head Park. Along the way, I was privy to witness an accident. I was stopped in the left turn lane at the Lunalilo Home Road intersection awaiting a red traffic light. In the adjacent lane, a 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile) was coming to a stop. Suddenly, a big tractor-trailer rig slammed into the 4000-pound motorized chair from behind. The whole back end of the 4000-pound motorized chair was compressed like an accordion. The 4000-pound motorized chair was catapulted across the intersection and came to a stop. The shirtless driver appeared, seemingly unharmed.
At the park, I was privy to gale force winds with some precipitation. The ambient temperature was more fitting of December. I was just about ready to explode. However, I made the most of my excursion. I sat at one of the picnic tables and pretended that the sun was shining upon me. I noticed that even the birds were in a terrible mood. Several pairs of birds were involved in minor altercations. As I prepared to leave, I noticed that there were bird droppings on the hood of the truck. In addition, those same tiny leaves that took me a long time to spray out of the cracks and crevices were now back in the same locations. I was ready to explode.
I drove to Koko Marina and ended up parking adjacent to the library. From there, I walked to the gym. The parking lot was extremely crowded. To make matters worse, fools were darting about precariously in their 4000-pound motorized chairs. I became unnerved as risked my life to get to the gym.
I performed my usual weight workout. However, I was privy to a few rude meatheads. I was about ready to "go janitorial" (read: homicidal). During my cardio workout, I was barely able to remain composed. By then, I had enough. I terminated my cardio workout ten minutes earlier than usual. I took a quick shower using my own Suave® Body Wash. I had noted on Monday that a foul-smelling soap had been put into the dispensers. I risked my life going through the Koko Marina parking lot again. I felt relieved when I was sitting in my tank-like truck. Perhaps that is the same kind of false sense of security that most drivers feel when sitting in the cocoon of their 4000-pound motorized chairs, eh?
My last stop was Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I had to purchase a carton of (possibly) rBGH-laced milk, a fresh Capri Salad (read: carrots and string beans) from the deli, and more lard-filled Tina's® burritos. Once back in my squalid room, I performed the detestable laundry chores, albeit two days early. The reason? I retired another set of underwear. Yes, the underwear could have lasted another four years. However, they are heavily stained in certain areas. The remainder of the white fabric is now a dull gray, probably because I do not separate colors when washing. Alas, the underwear is like an old friend. I will certainly be in bereavement. The evening ... same ol' shit ... commenced with dinner consisting of a can of beans and the Capri Salad. One lard-filled Tina's® burrito served as an appetizer. Oh brother.
The Curse of King Kamehameha is over for another year. Remember when the ol' lavahead had an altercation on the bus with Burger King® Kamehameha? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Don't forget to check the "blog" to read what the ol' lavahead was doing on past King Kamehameha Days.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Toxic Dilemma
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... gone for good. My new Rubbermaid® non-insulated beverage container works fine. Incidentally, I am now assuming that I will not be frequenting the Pali Safeway® and the catacombs of Kukui Plaza anymore. Well, I shouldn't say that. I may decide to wax nostalgic sometime in the distant future.
In my madness to kick the caffeine habit by gradually increasing the milk content of my Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) concoction, I neglected to consider the toxicity of milk. Specifically, I am referring to the issue of the rBGH toxin known by the trade name, Posilac®. Apparently, Lucerne® (a Safeway® brand) milk is rBGH-free. However, the only information that can be found has confirmed Lucerne® rBGH-free dairy products to exist in the US Pacific Northwest. Safeway®-branded milk arriving in Hawai'i may not be rBGH-free, however. The issue is of even greater concern when we must consider that all dairy products including cheese, ice cream, and so forth may also have rBGH residuals. Ironically, the only ingredient in Fodgers® is listed as "pure coffee." Am I better off sticking to Fodgers® without the milk?
The rest of the day? You know the drill. I was feeling slightly fatigued, even after my gym workout. I have yet to sleep well at night. Waking up every hour or so, only to hear the Chinaman babbling away in Chinaspeak on the phone, is not conducive to a good night's rest. In this case, I would venture to guess that sleep deprivation is the cause of fatigue rather than caffeine withdrawal. I have also exhibited a lot more patience with general stupidity lately. I believe that caffeine probably causes a hypersensitivity to stupidity by putting the mind in an agitated state. Reducing the caffeine has reduced the agitation.
The evening? Same ol' shit, commencing with the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. I will spend part of the evening contemplating what kind of non-toxic liquid could eventually substitute for the Fodgers® freeze-dried coffee. I thought of fruit juices, but the latter are usually diluted with toxic fructose corn syrup. I may just have to settle for plain water. Another working consideration is whether I could expedite the zero-caffeine target date to the end of June. Decisions, decisions ...
In my madness to kick the caffeine habit by gradually increasing the milk content of my Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) concoction, I neglected to consider the toxicity of milk. Specifically, I am referring to the issue of the rBGH toxin known by the trade name, Posilac®. Apparently, Lucerne® (a Safeway® brand) milk is rBGH-free. However, the only information that can be found has confirmed Lucerne® rBGH-free dairy products to exist in the US Pacific Northwest. Safeway®-branded milk arriving in Hawai'i may not be rBGH-free, however. The issue is of even greater concern when we must consider that all dairy products including cheese, ice cream, and so forth may also have rBGH residuals. Ironically, the only ingredient in Fodgers® is listed as "pure coffee." Am I better off sticking to Fodgers® without the milk?
The rest of the day? You know the drill. I was feeling slightly fatigued, even after my gym workout. I have yet to sleep well at night. Waking up every hour or so, only to hear the Chinaman babbling away in Chinaspeak on the phone, is not conducive to a good night's rest. In this case, I would venture to guess that sleep deprivation is the cause of fatigue rather than caffeine withdrawal. I have also exhibited a lot more patience with general stupidity lately. I believe that caffeine probably causes a hypersensitivity to stupidity by putting the mind in an agitated state. Reducing the caffeine has reduced the agitation.
The evening? Same ol' shit, commencing with the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. I will spend part of the evening contemplating what kind of non-toxic liquid could eventually substitute for the Fodgers® freeze-dried coffee. I thought of fruit juices, but the latter are usually diluted with toxic fructose corn syrup. I may just have to settle for plain water. Another working consideration is whether I could expedite the zero-caffeine target date to the end of June. Decisions, decisions ...
Monday, June 09, 2008
Freeze-Dried Fanatic
I was off to Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8am with my jar of Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) freeze-dried coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. My bro and his son were also home, but they were still asleep. I made a quick cup of iced coffee. I gave moms an overview of my plan to kick the caffeine habit. Moms and I departed at 8:30am. We made a stop at Longs® in Kuapa Kai. Moms shopped for a few necessities. I searched for a plastic beverage bottle. I found a small Rubbermaid® (non-insulated) plastic bottle. Then, we were off to town.
Moms had an appointment at Straub Hospital. We arrived by 9:30am. We had a short wait before moms was called. The surgeon spent about five minutes to remove the stitches from moms' wounds. We were on our way back to Hawai'i Kai by 10:20am. Unless there are any complications, that was moms' last appointment at Straub.
Moms and I ate our Panda Express® plate lunches near the marina in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. After lunch, moms shopped for fruits and vegetables at the local Farmer's Market along the marina. We made one last stop at Koko Marina. Moms visited the bank for the first time in a long time. Then, moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. My bro and his son were gone when we arrived. Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted briefly with moms before I departed.
My sister-in-law is allegedly taking care of the legal matters concerning moms' run-in with the mangy House of Lolo mutt. I am steering clear of the whole situation in order to avoid a repeat of the stupidity of a week or so ago.
I spent about two hours at Koko Head Park. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck under a large shade tree. Then, I walked around the park. I sat at various picnic tables to enjoy the scenery and serenity. I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I walked to the gym and did my usual cardio workout. I noted that I had a slight headache, which could either be from sleep deprivation or caffeine withdrawal. Mind you, I am now only consuming eight ounces of reconstituted coffee.
After the gym, I walked through Foodland to see what I could find. Nada. So, I made a stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased more canned beans and Tina's® lard-filled burritos. I tried to ignore the fact that I had essentially purchased nothing but toxic crap. Until I purchase a contact grill, I tell myself, I will not be able to cook "healthy." We'll soon see whether the latter statement is a crock of shit, or not.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I prepared a batch of the Fodgers® and milk concoction in an old Zippy's chili container. Then, I poured some of the concoction into my new Rubbermaid® beverage container. It only holds eight ounces of fluid, so will be maintaining my reduction of caffeine. I will gradually increase the ratio of milk in the concoction. Eventually, I will phase out the Fodgers® completely. Anyway, that's the plan. To be honest, though, I am actually enjoying the taste of Fodgers®. Really? No, not really. Sheesh! As for the evening ... same ol' shit.
Moms had an appointment at Straub Hospital. We arrived by 9:30am. We had a short wait before moms was called. The surgeon spent about five minutes to remove the stitches from moms' wounds. We were on our way back to Hawai'i Kai by 10:20am. Unless there are any complications, that was moms' last appointment at Straub.
Moms and I ate our Panda Express® plate lunches near the marina in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. After lunch, moms shopped for fruits and vegetables at the local Farmer's Market along the marina. We made one last stop at Koko Marina. Moms visited the bank for the first time in a long time. Then, moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. My bro and his son were gone when we arrived. Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted briefly with moms before I departed.
My sister-in-law is allegedly taking care of the legal matters concerning moms' run-in with the mangy House of Lolo mutt. I am steering clear of the whole situation in order to avoid a repeat of the stupidity of a week or so ago.
I spent about two hours at Koko Head Park. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck under a large shade tree. Then, I walked around the park. I sat at various picnic tables to enjoy the scenery and serenity. I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I walked to the gym and did my usual cardio workout. I noted that I had a slight headache, which could either be from sleep deprivation or caffeine withdrawal. Mind you, I am now only consuming eight ounces of reconstituted coffee.
After the gym, I walked through Foodland to see what I could find. Nada. So, I made a stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased more canned beans and Tina's® lard-filled burritos. I tried to ignore the fact that I had essentially purchased nothing but toxic crap. Until I purchase a contact grill, I tell myself, I will not be able to cook "healthy." We'll soon see whether the latter statement is a crock of shit, or not.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I prepared a batch of the Fodgers® and milk concoction in an old Zippy's chili container. Then, I poured some of the concoction into my new Rubbermaid® beverage container. It only holds eight ounces of fluid, so will be maintaining my reduction of caffeine. I will gradually increase the ratio of milk in the concoction. Eventually, I will phase out the Fodgers® completely. Anyway, that's the plan. To be honest, though, I am actually enjoying the taste of Fodgers®. Really? No, not really. Sheesh! As for the evening ... same ol' shit.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Rooked Again
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been "chalked up to experience." I modified my homeless guy itinerary to exclude my morning run to Safeway®. My Tempo insulated beverage bottle (Thermos® clone) was filled with a Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) concoction in order to substitute for fresh coffee. Thus, I diverted myself to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. I sat and enjoyed my allotted Quaker® Granola along with the Fodgers® freeze-dried coffee concoction. Since I made ice coffee rather than regular hot coffee, I did not find the Fodgers® taste to be all that offensive. Frankly, I was more than satisfied.
The rest of the homeless guy itinerary remained intact. I did my usual workout at the gym sans the hottie gym trainer. I happened to notice that there was a wet spot that smelled like Fodgers® on my workout tank top. I discovered that the pathetic Tempo insulated beverage bottle was leaking. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was able to disassemble the Tempo insulated beverage bottle. I discovered that the glass insert was asymmetric. The lip of the insert was completely uneven, so the rubber gasket cannot make full contact. Thus, any liquid will breach the gasket and leak into the wall of the container. The liquid eventually leaks out from the crack formed by the bottom piece that screws onto the body. The Tempo insulated beverage bottle is only effective if transported upright. Laying it on its side or upside down will result in leakage. I was quite perturbed that I wasted $7 on the piece of crap. Now, what am I going to do?
Being extremely poor does not afford me the luxury to purchase high-priced goods. I must always settle for cheap "Made in China" crap. Sometimes the stuff is decent. More often than not, it's crap. For now, I will probably find a cheap plastic bottle to replace the Tempo insulated beverage bottle. Then, I will donate the latter to Goodwill along with all of the other useless crap.
The rest of the homeless guy itinerary remained intact. I did my usual workout at the gym sans the hottie gym trainer. I happened to notice that there was a wet spot that smelled like Fodgers® on my workout tank top. I discovered that the pathetic Tempo insulated beverage bottle was leaking. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was able to disassemble the Tempo insulated beverage bottle. I discovered that the glass insert was asymmetric. The lip of the insert was completely uneven, so the rubber gasket cannot make full contact. Thus, any liquid will breach the gasket and leak into the wall of the container. The liquid eventually leaks out from the crack formed by the bottom piece that screws onto the body. The Tempo insulated beverage bottle is only effective if transported upright. Laying it on its side or upside down will result in leakage. I was quite perturbed that I wasted $7 on the piece of crap. Now, what am I going to do?
Being extremely poor does not afford me the luxury to purchase high-priced goods. I must always settle for cheap "Made in China" crap. Sometimes the stuff is decent. More often than not, it's crap. For now, I will probably find a cheap plastic bottle to replace the Tempo insulated beverage bottle. Then, I will donate the latter to Goodwill along with all of the other useless crap.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Fodgers® Foolery
Hard as it may be to believe, there was heavy precipitation last night. There were no trade winds which kept the rain clouds in static formation. We have experienced strange weather in the islands as of late. The other morning, I was standing in the sweltering heat of the hot sun at the bus stop. I saw a sheet of rain advancing rapidly from the East. Moving right along with it at about the same speed was the Route 1L bus. The bus arrived just seconds before the wall of rain. I barely escaped being drenched by the torrent of water.
I could not sleep well at all. Thus, I was privy to keep awakening to the garbled and muffled Chinaspeak ramblings of the Chinaman. When I decided to call it a night at 11pm, I could hear him yapping away. Each hour that I woke up, I could still hear the fool yapping away. The benign activity went on way past 4pm. The Chinaman has been yapping away for hours every night so far during the week. I have no idea how he functions on just a couple of hours of sleep.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day is a done deal, pretty much a repeat of yesterday. One of the mandates of the homeless guy emulation is the requirement to use public restroom facilities as much as possible. To save on toilet tissue costs, your favorite homeless guy emulator, the ol' lavahead, relies on public restrooms for his daily dump. More often than not, the adjacent stalls are occupied. Not a day goes by that the ol' lavahead is not privy to hear the fools in the other stalls moaning, groaning, hyperventilating, or exhibiting some kind of angst while "unloading." Turd explosions are also common. My guess is that the problem lies with the kind of food that is being consumed.
The ol' lavahead has also observed that many of the new commodes have auto-flush valves that often malfunction. It's almost hard for him to not giggle his ass off when he hears the constant flushing in the next stall while the sitting occupant groans in agony as the filthy water splashes upward. Well, the ol' lavahead has paid his dues in that respect as well. However, as an engineer, the ol' lavahead has found a solution. Simply lay a two-section (contiguous) strip of toilet paper over the sensor window. Remove after the deed is done. That's my homeless guy emulator tip for the day.
I was groggy but I made it through the homeless guy itinerary. After consuming my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner, I decided to drive to Hawai'i Kai. I stopped by Ross® in the Hawai'i' Kai Towne Center first. The place looked as though a tornado had hit it. I was looking for an insulated beverage container in the wreckage. No dice. I ended up at Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I purchase a small Tempo insulated beverage bottle (Thermos® clone made in China) for $7 regular price. I was fortunate to find that the Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) coffee was on sale. I looked around Safeway®, too. Nothing interesting. I then returned to Longs® to purchase a bottle of Vendage® Chardonnay. I was feeling "thirsty," if you know what I mean. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 7:45pm.
Another day, another dollar ... short. I will be sipping the Vendage® wine all evening, as well as preparing to make the transition to Fodgers® coffee effective tomorrow. I will carry my new Tempo insulated beverage bottle with me in my trusty gym bag. I should be able to save $25 in coffee expenses per month. Aside from that ... same ol' shit.
I could not sleep well at all. Thus, I was privy to keep awakening to the garbled and muffled Chinaspeak ramblings of the Chinaman. When I decided to call it a night at 11pm, I could hear him yapping away. Each hour that I woke up, I could still hear the fool yapping away. The benign activity went on way past 4pm. The Chinaman has been yapping away for hours every night so far during the week. I have no idea how he functions on just a couple of hours of sleep.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day is a done deal, pretty much a repeat of yesterday. One of the mandates of the homeless guy emulation is the requirement to use public restroom facilities as much as possible. To save on toilet tissue costs, your favorite homeless guy emulator, the ol' lavahead, relies on public restrooms for his daily dump. More often than not, the adjacent stalls are occupied. Not a day goes by that the ol' lavahead is not privy to hear the fools in the other stalls moaning, groaning, hyperventilating, or exhibiting some kind of angst while "unloading." Turd explosions are also common. My guess is that the problem lies with the kind of food that is being consumed.
The ol' lavahead has also observed that many of the new commodes have auto-flush valves that often malfunction. It's almost hard for him to not giggle his ass off when he hears the constant flushing in the next stall while the sitting occupant groans in agony as the filthy water splashes upward. Well, the ol' lavahead has paid his dues in that respect as well. However, as an engineer, the ol' lavahead has found a solution. Simply lay a two-section (contiguous) strip of toilet paper over the sensor window. Remove after the deed is done. That's my homeless guy emulator tip for the day.
I was groggy but I made it through the homeless guy itinerary. After consuming my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner, I decided to drive to Hawai'i Kai. I stopped by Ross® in the Hawai'i' Kai Towne Center first. The place looked as though a tornado had hit it. I was looking for an insulated beverage container in the wreckage. No dice. I ended up at Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I purchase a small Tempo insulated beverage bottle (Thermos® clone made in China) for $7 regular price. I was fortunate to find that the Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) coffee was on sale. I looked around Safeway®, too. Nothing interesting. I then returned to Longs® to purchase a bottle of Vendage® Chardonnay. I was feeling "thirsty," if you know what I mean. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 7:45pm.
Another day, another dollar ... short. I will be sipping the Vendage® wine all evening, as well as preparing to make the transition to Fodgers® coffee effective tomorrow. I will carry my new Tempo insulated beverage bottle with me in my trusty gym bag. I should be able to save $25 in coffee expenses per month. Aside from that ... same ol' shit.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Functional Breakdown
I have not slept well for days. I cannot even remember how long it has been. I wake up almost every hour to "drain the lizard." In between, I have been privy to an assortment of odd dreams. In the morning, I wake up more fatigued than before I fell asleep. Sleep deprivation has translated into horrific waking hours. Like a zombie, I stagger from place to place, the itinerary of which is generally known as the "homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day." My patience is at an all-time low. That's when my dealings with the myriad cretins and troglodytes who comprise the lower social classes grates on my nerves. As a homeless guy emulator, I am only exposed to the lower social classes. Thus, I must constantly deal with the stunted behavior and non-existent etiquette of the latter. The tragedy of it all is that we are looking at the functional breakdown of society. It's here now, which means that the secular Apocalypse is not far behind.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day is ... fini. I have made the tentative decision to alter my coffee drinking habit. The $30-plus expenditure every month can no longer be justified. That's almost as much as I pay for a month at the gym. I plan to purchase a small insulated beverage container. Then, I will whip up a Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) and milk concoction to take with me in my gym bag every day. It will add to the weight of my gym bag, but I have no choice.
Frankly, I dread going shopping again. I don't want to spend money on anything anymore. However, the coffee expenditure is eating away at my savings. Why don't I just go back to wage slavery then? Heck, wage slavery is what got me into this mess. In addition, unemployment is on the rise. Actual unemployment is already close to 13 percent (including losers like the ol' lavahead who cannot claim unemployment benefits). I am no longer enjoying the coffee experience. Perhaps a switch to Fodgers® will finally allow me to kick the habit. Sheesh!
The library is still the cornerstone of the typical homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. Reading has become a priority for me ever since I was emancipated from wage slavery. However, I read for knowledge, not entertainment. I am still engaged in Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." Naturally, I always take time to enjoy the beautiful and peaceful surroundings of the library's inner courtyard.
The quality of the passengers on the bus has dramatically decreased as ridership has increased, much as I had previously predicted. One of the telltale signs of the derelict class is the condition of the person's feet. Wearing slippers (read: slippahs) all the time (as the ol' lavahead does) is a characteristic of lowest economic and social caste in Hawai'i. Thus, the feet are easily viewable. The condition of the feet is even more telling. The feet are so soiled that the skin appears to be black. Large callouses and cracks are evident along the soles, particularly the heels. The toenails are often soiled, hideously contorted, and unkempt. And, of course, the feet smell like dung. The presence of grotesque feet on the bus is increasing.
I am down to four cans of beans after this evening's allotment of the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread). I have not procured a grill yet. Thus, I may have to postpone the transition from canned goods. Once again, the deterring factor is my abhorrence of shopping. Spending non-existent money is just not what I want to do at this point in time. And, I disdain the ridicuous amount of driving that needs to be done just to accomplish the foolish task.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day is ... fini. I have made the tentative decision to alter my coffee drinking habit. The $30-plus expenditure every month can no longer be justified. That's almost as much as I pay for a month at the gym. I plan to purchase a small insulated beverage container. Then, I will whip up a Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) and milk concoction to take with me in my gym bag every day. It will add to the weight of my gym bag, but I have no choice.
Frankly, I dread going shopping again. I don't want to spend money on anything anymore. However, the coffee expenditure is eating away at my savings. Why don't I just go back to wage slavery then? Heck, wage slavery is what got me into this mess. In addition, unemployment is on the rise. Actual unemployment is already close to 13 percent (including losers like the ol' lavahead who cannot claim unemployment benefits). I am no longer enjoying the coffee experience. Perhaps a switch to Fodgers® will finally allow me to kick the habit. Sheesh!
The library is still the cornerstone of the typical homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. Reading has become a priority for me ever since I was emancipated from wage slavery. However, I read for knowledge, not entertainment. I am still engaged in Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." Naturally, I always take time to enjoy the beautiful and peaceful surroundings of the library's inner courtyard.
The quality of the passengers on the bus has dramatically decreased as ridership has increased, much as I had previously predicted. One of the telltale signs of the derelict class is the condition of the person's feet. Wearing slippers (read: slippahs) all the time (as the ol' lavahead does) is a characteristic of lowest economic and social caste in Hawai'i. Thus, the feet are easily viewable. The condition of the feet is even more telling. The feet are so soiled that the skin appears to be black. Large callouses and cracks are evident along the soles, particularly the heels. The toenails are often soiled, hideously contorted, and unkempt. And, of course, the feet smell like dung. The presence of grotesque feet on the bus is increasing.
I am down to four cans of beans after this evening's allotment of the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread). I have not procured a grill yet. Thus, I may have to postpone the transition from canned goods. Once again, the deterring factor is my abhorrence of shopping. Spending non-existent money is just not what I want to do at this point in time. And, I disdain the ridicuous amount of driving that needs to be done just to accomplish the foolish task.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Low Octane Life
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... what more can I say? The homeless guy itinerary went like clockwork. The only deviation from the routine was the restoration of my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. An Asian hottie stylist cut my hair. I had allocated an hour for the haircut, but baby was done in ten minutes. An instructor always reviews the finished product. Only one small problem was evident. A quick buzz with the clippers and all was perfect. With so much time on my hands, I walked to the park adjacent to the Beretania Street Apartments. All of the benches were occupied by the homeless and halfway-house derelicts. I decided to commence my workout at the gym a little earlier than usual. I was able to leisurely complete my workout in the span of 2.5 hours.
With petrol now hovering at $4.10 per gallon for the lowest octane, there has been a dramatic increase in bus ridership. Oddly, traffic is even worse than before. So, I have no idea about what is going on.
By the way, I am really baffled by the so-called "American" public. Most of the "informed" public are supposedly sour on the war in Iraq. They are also concerned about the economic fallout of the casino-based financial "system." Yet, they keep going back to the tired "good cop, bad cop" role-playing of the two-party Fascist "system." If they are so concerned, why do they keep looking to status quo candidates? There really is no way to explain the stupidity. I suppose the cliché, "herd mentality," applies.
The sad part is that, collectively, all of the fools could have made a real difference. Had they voted en masse for Dennis Kucinich or Ralph Nader, we would see real change. If anything, it would have "upset the applecart" and sent a message to the ruling elite. That brings me to my conclusion: The "American" people do not want real change. That's too much work and way too much sacrifice. They only want rhetorical change ... "feel good" change. Then, they go right back to worship at the altar of Satan.
Incidentally, I transferred $1,300 from my investment accounts to my local bank. I have been losing track of my finances. Frankly, I have stopped caring. It's only a matter of time before I "forget" to transfer the money and I begin to default on the "condotel" mortgage and the bills. Does it matter? Well, at least the cheap Remington® rotary shaver works fine. Sheesh!
With petrol now hovering at $4.10 per gallon for the lowest octane, there has been a dramatic increase in bus ridership. Oddly, traffic is even worse than before. So, I have no idea about what is going on.
By the way, I am really baffled by the so-called "American" public. Most of the "informed" public are supposedly sour on the war in Iraq. They are also concerned about the economic fallout of the casino-based financial "system." Yet, they keep going back to the tired "good cop, bad cop" role-playing of the two-party Fascist "system." If they are so concerned, why do they keep looking to status quo candidates? There really is no way to explain the stupidity. I suppose the cliché, "herd mentality," applies.
The sad part is that, collectively, all of the fools could have made a real difference. Had they voted en masse for Dennis Kucinich or Ralph Nader, we would see real change. If anything, it would have "upset the applecart" and sent a message to the ruling elite. That brings me to my conclusion: The "American" people do not want real change. That's too much work and way too much sacrifice. They only want rhetorical change ... "feel good" change. Then, they go right back to worship at the altar of Satan.
Incidentally, I transferred $1,300 from my investment accounts to my local bank. I have been losing track of my finances. Frankly, I have stopped caring. It's only a matter of time before I "forget" to transfer the money and I begin to default on the "condotel" mortgage and the bills. Does it matter? Well, at least the cheap Remington® rotary shaver works fine. Sheesh!
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Sushi Obscura
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made my obligatory stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I chatted for a bit. Then, I assisted moms in changing her bandages. The wounds appear to be healing. Moms is able to walk around more. We made a trip to Koko Marina just for lunch, courtesy Loco Moco. We ate our Beef Curry plate lunches on one of the tables near Foodland. Moms did not need to shop for food, so we left before noon. Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. We chatted until 12:15pm. Then, I departed.
I had called Lori earlier to arrange for us to meet at Costco® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I had sent her e-mail yesterday about my request. My brainstorm was that I could find a cheap electric razor there. Lori was a little late. We entered the store using her pass. Hard as it may be to believe, the cheapest razor was $89 and some change. I cannot justify such a ridiculous price. What does an electric razor do aside from cut off little facial hairs? I was downtrodden. We looked around the rest of the store for no particular reason. Then, Lori said that she had to look for a few things at Ross®.
When we entered Ross®, Lori spotted a shelf with a few electric razors on display. They were extremely cheap-looking. Lori found what she needed. We walked to the check-out line. There was another display with a few boxes of electric razors. There were six boxes of Remington® rotary shavers (made in China). The price? A ridiculous $20! Naturally, I purchased one. We ended up at The Shack in Kuapa Kai. Lori drank iced tea while I dropped back a couple of glasses of Guinness®. At first, I felt relaxed, but the latter feeling gave way to extreme anxiety. I did not want to alarm Lori by telling her that my mind was frying. I maintained as much composure as possible. The anxiety subsided slightly just before we departed.
I drove back to Koko Marina at 4pm. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the parking structure and walked to the gym. I did my usual weight workout, but I reneged on the cardio portion. I felt guilty while I was taking a shower. The feelings of anxiety had still not abated. I knew that the cardio workout would most likely have dissipated the unchecked energy. I left the gym feeling even more fatigued than when I arrived.
I sat outside on one the same table that moms and I had sat on to eat lunch. I had been carrying the package of Kozo Sushi that moms had given me earlier. In fact, I carried it with me all afternoon rather than leave it in the overheated cab of my truck. I ate the sushi. Finally, I shopped for a couple of grocery items at Foodland.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. I was still feeling strange. However, I was able to calm my nerves knowing that I had to look forward to another evening of the same ol' shit. Oh, the horror!
I had called Lori earlier to arrange for us to meet at Costco® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I had sent her e-mail yesterday about my request. My brainstorm was that I could find a cheap electric razor there. Lori was a little late. We entered the store using her pass. Hard as it may be to believe, the cheapest razor was $89 and some change. I cannot justify such a ridiculous price. What does an electric razor do aside from cut off little facial hairs? I was downtrodden. We looked around the rest of the store for no particular reason. Then, Lori said that she had to look for a few things at Ross®.
When we entered Ross®, Lori spotted a shelf with a few electric razors on display. They were extremely cheap-looking. Lori found what she needed. We walked to the check-out line. There was another display with a few boxes of electric razors. There were six boxes of Remington® rotary shavers (made in China). The price? A ridiculous $20! Naturally, I purchased one. We ended up at The Shack in Kuapa Kai. Lori drank iced tea while I dropped back a couple of glasses of Guinness®. At first, I felt relaxed, but the latter feeling gave way to extreme anxiety. I did not want to alarm Lori by telling her that my mind was frying. I maintained as much composure as possible. The anxiety subsided slightly just before we departed.
I drove back to Koko Marina at 4pm. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the parking structure and walked to the gym. I did my usual weight workout, but I reneged on the cardio portion. I felt guilty while I was taking a shower. The feelings of anxiety had still not abated. I knew that the cardio workout would most likely have dissipated the unchecked energy. I left the gym feeling even more fatigued than when I arrived.
I sat outside on one the same table that moms and I had sat on to eat lunch. I had been carrying the package of Kozo Sushi that moms had given me earlier. In fact, I carried it with me all afternoon rather than leave it in the overheated cab of my truck. I ate the sushi. Finally, I shopped for a couple of grocery items at Foodland.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. I was still feeling strange. However, I was able to calm my nerves knowing that I had to look forward to another evening of the same ol' shit. Oh, the horror!
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Tidbits & Tidbits
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day in town ... same ol' shit. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sheesh! As for the evening ... same ol' shit. Aside from non-stop House Music, I still spend my evenings reading the alternative media.
I have refrained from making any kind of analysis about family dynamics and dysfunction. There is almost no point in doing so. Readers can draw their own conclusions from the testimony offered. I will continue to assist moms in any way that I can, even amidst the opposing forces who are attempting to thwart my every move. Life is really too short to go beyond that.
Financially, I am still holding up, actually much better than I expected. I have lasted one year without any wage slave income, yet I have not adversely affected my net worth. Expenses have been increasing thanks to hyperinflation. Thus, I expect that the big picture will change from this point forward.
The Chinaman is still up to his old tricks ... late night phone calls and all. The Asian hottie (whom I had mistaken as a possible "squeeze") has never been seen again. I believe that baby was using her wily ways to sell an old Mercedes 180E to the unsuspecting Chinaman. Yes, he is now the proud owner of another old hoopty. He's livin' large in a small way!
I have refrained from making any kind of analysis about family dynamics and dysfunction. There is almost no point in doing so. Readers can draw their own conclusions from the testimony offered. I will continue to assist moms in any way that I can, even amidst the opposing forces who are attempting to thwart my every move. Life is really too short to go beyond that.
Financially, I am still holding up, actually much better than I expected. I have lasted one year without any wage slave income, yet I have not adversely affected my net worth. Expenses have been increasing thanks to hyperinflation. Thus, I expect that the big picture will change from this point forward.
The Chinaman is still up to his old tricks ... late night phone calls and all. The Asian hottie (whom I had mistaken as a possible "squeeze") has never been seen again. I believe that baby was using her wily ways to sell an old Mercedes 180E to the unsuspecting Chinaman. Yes, he is now the proud owner of another old hoopty. He's livin' large in a small way!
Monday, June 02, 2008
Mind Frequency
Last night, I listened to non-stop House Music as usual. This morning, I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8am. Kona-blend coffee was courtesy Foodland in Koko Marina. My bro's son was home. Moms and I left at 9am. We first stopped at Longs® in Kuapa Kai to procure more bandages. Then, we were on our way to town for moms' appointment at the Straub Clinic in town. Moms' wounds appear to be healing just fine. Moms has another appointment next week to remove the stitches.
Moms wanted to stop by Queen's Hospital to pick up the medical release forms, but I refused to drive there. My involvement in the what the bro believes is his business exclusively is what almost led to moms' eviction. My bro's wife allegedly is handling the procurement of the forms, although days have gone by with no result. I drove back to Hawai'i Kai. Because moms had another prescription for more antibiotics, we had to stop by Longs® in Kuapa Kai again. There is a Queen's Clinic just a stone's throw from Long's®. I decided that I would try to obtain the records there. No dice. Even with all of the computers and Fax machines, no one would budge on "policy." Moms would have to obtain the documents directly from the main hospital herself.
We spent about 40 minutes in Longs®, waiting for moms' prescription because of an apparent backlog. While we were waiting, one of moms' friends saw us and came by to chat. She told moms and I about a similar situation that happened to a family member (i.e., dog bite). The family immediately called the police. Also, the family retained an attorney and sued for damages.
After that, we ended up back at Koko Marina. Moms and I ate Zippy's spaghetti plate lunches. Then, I ran into Foodland to purchase a couple of grocery items for moms. I told moms that she should obtain the medical release forms by mail. However, moms was totally confused about the process. So, I ended up calling the medical records office in Queen's Hospital to request the forms. Moms will be able to conduct the entire transaction by mail. However, I have no idea about what will happen once my bro discovers the clandestine operation.
I said good-bye to moms at 1:30pm. I drove to Koko Head Park to relax. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the shade. I was a little perturbed because I had run the left front tire against the curb in the Straub parking structure. The expensive tire was bruised badly. The day was a nightmare. All of the driving left my nerves in a shambles. As I sat on one of the picnic tables attempting to gain some semblance of composure, a young blond hottie drove up and asked where the crater look-out was. I gave her direction to the Koko Crater hiking trail and chatted with her briefly. A few minutes later, I could see baby blazing a trial up Koko Crater.
At 3pm, I drove to Koko Marina and was fortunate enough to find shaded parking in the parking structure. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. As I was driving out of the parking structure, I saw the Asian hottie stylist walking to her car. I chatted with her briefly. I made one last stop in Kuapa Kai. I visited Longs® yet again to purchase a loaf of bread. I also priced a few electric razors. The only ones in stock were well over $150 each! No thanks. I also stopped by Safeway®. I purchased more Tina's® burritos, another box of Quaker® Granola, and a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream.
When I returned to my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I immediately opened the pint of ice cream. That, my friends, was the highlight of my day. Shortly afterward, I performed the dreaded laundry chores with a much better attitude, albeit four days earlier than scheduled. The rest of the day and the evening will have a remarkable clone-like aura as Monday passes into history.
Moms wanted to stop by Queen's Hospital to pick up the medical release forms, but I refused to drive there. My involvement in the what the bro believes is his business exclusively is what almost led to moms' eviction. My bro's wife allegedly is handling the procurement of the forms, although days have gone by with no result. I drove back to Hawai'i Kai. Because moms had another prescription for more antibiotics, we had to stop by Longs® in Kuapa Kai again. There is a Queen's Clinic just a stone's throw from Long's®. I decided that I would try to obtain the records there. No dice. Even with all of the computers and Fax machines, no one would budge on "policy." Moms would have to obtain the documents directly from the main hospital herself.
We spent about 40 minutes in Longs®, waiting for moms' prescription because of an apparent backlog. While we were waiting, one of moms' friends saw us and came by to chat. She told moms and I about a similar situation that happened to a family member (i.e., dog bite). The family immediately called the police. Also, the family retained an attorney and sued for damages.
After that, we ended up back at Koko Marina. Moms and I ate Zippy's spaghetti plate lunches. Then, I ran into Foodland to purchase a couple of grocery items for moms. I told moms that she should obtain the medical release forms by mail. However, moms was totally confused about the process. So, I ended up calling the medical records office in Queen's Hospital to request the forms. Moms will be able to conduct the entire transaction by mail. However, I have no idea about what will happen once my bro discovers the clandestine operation.
I said good-bye to moms at 1:30pm. I drove to Koko Head Park to relax. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the shade. I was a little perturbed because I had run the left front tire against the curb in the Straub parking structure. The expensive tire was bruised badly. The day was a nightmare. All of the driving left my nerves in a shambles. As I sat on one of the picnic tables attempting to gain some semblance of composure, a young blond hottie drove up and asked where the crater look-out was. I gave her direction to the Koko Crater hiking trail and chatted with her briefly. A few minutes later, I could see baby blazing a trial up Koko Crater.
At 3pm, I drove to Koko Marina and was fortunate enough to find shaded parking in the parking structure. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. As I was driving out of the parking structure, I saw the Asian hottie stylist walking to her car. I chatted with her briefly. I made one last stop in Kuapa Kai. I visited Longs® yet again to purchase a loaf of bread. I also priced a few electric razors. The only ones in stock were well over $150 each! No thanks. I also stopped by Safeway®. I purchased more Tina's® burritos, another box of Quaker® Granola, and a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream.
When I returned to my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I immediately opened the pint of ice cream. That, my friends, was the highlight of my day. Shortly afterward, I performed the dreaded laundry chores with a much better attitude, albeit four days earlier than scheduled. The rest of the day and the evening will have a remarkable clone-like aura as Monday passes into history.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Energy Bars & Dough
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has pulled the plunger. The turds are swirling down the drain. Bagels and air-filled energy bars were on sale for 50 cents each at Safeway®, so I gave in and purchased one air-filled energy bar to accompany a cup of Seattle's Best® coffee. I was very groggy this morning. I have not slept well in days. Little wonder why.
The highlight of the day was when I caught a glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. Aside from that, the rest of the day could be classified as "same ol' shit." I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm.
The highlight of the day was when I caught a glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. Aside from that, the rest of the day could be classified as "same ol' shit." I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm.
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