Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has been lost in time. I spent three hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I commenced reading the book, "Persian Mirrors: The Elusive Face of Iran," by Elaine Sciolino. The book covers the period after the Iranian Revolution of 1979 and begins with the presidency of Mohammed Khatami. So far, the book has been slanting toward an empire-oriented point-of-view. However, I have become fairly good at detecting crap. I also lapsed in and out of a coma a number of times.
I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, I dutifully returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Like a robot, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. The rest of the day and evening will be the same ol' urban nomad shit.
Tourist arrivals in Hawai'i was down 14 percent last month according to the Star-Bulletin. That has caused a selling panic at the Aloha Surf Hotel. "Condotel" unit listings overall have increased exponentially. I believe that most of the Aloha Surf units are now up for sale, all at "fire sale" prices. Some owners are apparently willing to take $40,000-plus losses just to dump their units. That's just downright foolish. So far, none of the "loss leaders" have sold. No one is buying. So, when are those clowns going to get a clue?
Will the economy in Hawai'i eventually falter? That's hard to say. I have not observed any significant changes or indicators to that effect. Bus ridership has leveled off and may be declining to levels of a few months ago. I had serious doubts that the 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile) set would last very long with mass transit. Everywhere I look, people are spending money like true crazy satanic gargoyles, even though the cost of consumer items have skyrocketed. The drop in tourism should eventually cause a downward spiral in employment. Although home prices remain fairly high, there has been a drop in both prices and sales. I would assume that property tax revenues will also drop, which will cause a loss in government jobs and services. I assume that the satanic gargoyles will continue to barrel along until they crash into a wall. That appears to be modus operandi across the nation.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Urban Nomad (Reprise)
Another morning of indecision nearly paralyzed my homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. I finally decided that I would board the 9:45am Route 1L bus heading toward town. If I decided to alight in Aina Haina, then I would follow my alternative itinerary. Otherwise, I would proceed to town. As it turned out, I kept going all the way to town. Thus, my homeless guy itinerary was exactly the same as yesterday.
I have been eating my granola brunch prior to my departure, which has the added benefit of lightening my gym bag payload. However, my revised protocol has moved me further away from the homeless guy emulation. In fact, I am moving toward the urban nomadic emulation. I am simply a lost soul transporting myself from place to place. A true homeless guy must vacate the homeless shelter at the crack of dawn and cannot return until the evening. He must carry all of his worldly possessions with him. He must eat on the run. I, on the other hand, have been attempting to minimize my outward exposure. Hence, from this point forward, I am no longer a homeless guy emulator. I am an urban nomad.
I spent another three hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I finally completed the reading of the book, "My Turn to Speak," by Abolhassan Bani-Sadr. As I recall, Bani-Sadr was often made out to be a buffoon when he was President of Iran. However, I have now come to realize that he is a political intellectual. His analysis and critique of the Islamic Revolution of 1979 and the resultant Islamic government is thought-provoking. Political philosophy and revolution are, in essence, quite complex schools of thought. I plan to continue my readings about Iran.
I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Throughout the day, I pondered the ramifications of being an urban nomad and an urban monk. What does such a life-style entail? Obviously, I had already adopted the life-style many moons ago. Along the way, though, I became distracted by shiny objects and succumbed to my own foolishness. Essentially, I lost my way. Now, I'm back.
I should list a few random urban nomad considerations:
I have been eating my granola brunch prior to my departure, which has the added benefit of lightening my gym bag payload. However, my revised protocol has moved me further away from the homeless guy emulation. In fact, I am moving toward the urban nomadic emulation. I am simply a lost soul transporting myself from place to place. A true homeless guy must vacate the homeless shelter at the crack of dawn and cannot return until the evening. He must carry all of his worldly possessions with him. He must eat on the run. I, on the other hand, have been attempting to minimize my outward exposure. Hence, from this point forward, I am no longer a homeless guy emulator. I am an urban nomad.
I spent another three hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I finally completed the reading of the book, "My Turn to Speak," by Abolhassan Bani-Sadr. As I recall, Bani-Sadr was often made out to be a buffoon when he was President of Iran. However, I have now come to realize that he is a political intellectual. His analysis and critique of the Islamic Revolution of 1979 and the resultant Islamic government is thought-provoking. Political philosophy and revolution are, in essence, quite complex schools of thought. I plan to continue my readings about Iran.
I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Throughout the day, I pondered the ramifications of being an urban nomad and an urban monk. What does such a life-style entail? Obviously, I had already adopted the life-style many moons ago. Along the way, though, I became distracted by shiny objects and succumbed to my own foolishness. Essentially, I lost my way. Now, I'm back.
I should list a few random urban nomad considerations:
- Divestiture. The sale or donation of my useless possessions (i.e., items that are being stored, not used) should be accomplished before the end of the year. Only the most useful items (as detailed yesterday in the "blog") will be maintained.
- Localization. The possibility of localizing my nomadic route should be considered. Rerouting my mail to a mailbox in the Aina Haina Post Office will remove the need to travel to town. I could actually walk to Aina Haina, by the way. I could also limit my gym workouts to the gym in Hawai'i Kai. As an old codger, I no longer need any specialized weight training equipment. By localizing to the Aina Haina and Hawai'i Kai locale, I could stop riding the bus. If the cost of a bus pass increases, the latter option would become effective immediately.
- Simplification. I must continue to innovate "extreme simplification" procedures. In other words, I must effectively move backwards in time. My reliance on modern amenities must cease. I must return to the basics. And, I must prepare for the final exodus.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Planning for Calamity
Another evening with the gale force winds left me tormented. Even with the louvers shut, the gusty winds were so strong that the curtains were literally floating on air. Dirt and dust was swirling about. All the while, the myriad carpenter ants were scurrying about. Welcome to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), my friends.
I spent part of the evening contemplating which of my possessions could be potentially useful, that is, of what possessions that I have remaining. I am probably inclined to believe that my Nissan® Frontier truck is a useful, albeit costly, possession. In the event that I become completely homeless, not just a homeless guy emulator, then I would have a "mobile home." Recall that a custom tent is available that fits right on the rear bed. Many former homeowners in Cali are realizing the usefulness of their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) turned "mobile homes."
My Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer is presently a useful possession. It is the command center for my entire operation. Its usefulness runs the gamut of total communications to hurdy-gurdy "torrent" retrieval to managing my small empire.
Then, there is my Nova® Spirit Electronic Restraining Device (ERD). There's been a lot of news coverage about the devices. Most notorious are the actual Taser® models which use a gas cartridge to propel wired electrodes onto the intended victim. The Nova® Spirit, on the other hand, is a non-intrusive contact device. In any case, an Nova® ERD will come in handy as a deterrent to "undesirables" when the collapse of the "system" arrives. Naturally, a "nine" (read: 9mm semi-automatic pistol) would be more ideal. However, I have not procured one yet. Otherwise, I would have included it in my list of useful possessions. What about everything else? Well, I doubt that I will need much else when either the "system" collapses or I become truly homeless. All my other vital necessities are packed away in one medium-sized gym bag.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has fulfilled itself. I have been following my modified homeless guy itinerary in which I bypass my morning visit to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. In a way, I miss my interaction with the natural surroundings of the entire Capitol district. However, the inner courtyard of the library is a suitable surrogate. There are many plants and trees which create a serene environment.
I did my usual workout at the gym before departing on the bus to return to Slob Manor. As for the rest of the day and evening, you know the drill. Same ol' shit.
Given the promise of even lower short-term interest rates by the Fed and the upcoming collapse of the "system," I have been contemplating paying off the mortgage for the "condotel" unit. There is a balance of about $89,000 and some change. I surmise that a banking collapse, which is becoming imminent, will bring down all financial institutions including my investment firm. I would be better off paying down the mortgage than losing my entire life savings as well as the "condotel" unit (by subsequent foreclosure). Right now, I am being robbed blind by usury as it is. Planning for the collapse of the "system" is now at the forefront.
I spent part of the evening contemplating which of my possessions could be potentially useful, that is, of what possessions that I have remaining. I am probably inclined to believe that my Nissan® Frontier truck is a useful, albeit costly, possession. In the event that I become completely homeless, not just a homeless guy emulator, then I would have a "mobile home." Recall that a custom tent is available that fits right on the rear bed. Many former homeowners in Cali are realizing the usefulness of their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) turned "mobile homes."
My Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer is presently a useful possession. It is the command center for my entire operation. Its usefulness runs the gamut of total communications to hurdy-gurdy "torrent" retrieval to managing my small empire.
Then, there is my Nova® Spirit Electronic Restraining Device (ERD). There's been a lot of news coverage about the devices. Most notorious are the actual Taser® models which use a gas cartridge to propel wired electrodes onto the intended victim. The Nova® Spirit, on the other hand, is a non-intrusive contact device. In any case, an Nova® ERD will come in handy as a deterrent to "undesirables" when the collapse of the "system" arrives. Naturally, a "nine" (read: 9mm semi-automatic pistol) would be more ideal. However, I have not procured one yet. Otherwise, I would have included it in my list of useful possessions. What about everything else? Well, I doubt that I will need much else when either the "system" collapses or I become truly homeless. All my other vital necessities are packed away in one medium-sized gym bag.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has fulfilled itself. I have been following my modified homeless guy itinerary in which I bypass my morning visit to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. In a way, I miss my interaction with the natural surroundings of the entire Capitol district. However, the inner courtyard of the library is a suitable surrogate. There are many plants and trees which create a serene environment.
I did my usual workout at the gym before departing on the bus to return to Slob Manor. As for the rest of the day and evening, you know the drill. Same ol' shit.
Given the promise of even lower short-term interest rates by the Fed and the upcoming collapse of the "system," I have been contemplating paying off the mortgage for the "condotel" unit. There is a balance of about $89,000 and some change. I surmise that a banking collapse, which is becoming imminent, will bring down all financial institutions including my investment firm. I would be better off paying down the mortgage than losing my entire life savings as well as the "condotel" unit (by subsequent foreclosure). Right now, I am being robbed blind by usury as it is. Planning for the collapse of the "system" is now at the forefront.
Monday, July 28, 2008
House of Squalor (Reprise)
Moms and I made the rounds to Longs® in Kuapa Kai and to City Mill in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center this morning. We at our Panda Express® plate lunches outside near the marina. When we returned, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm.
I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck back to Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I had to purchase four more boxes of Cascadian Farm® organic granola (on sale for $3 per box) in addition to the three boxes that I had procured earlier. Then, I drove to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking in the parking structure, although the weather was marginal at best. I walked to the gym. Naturally, I did my usual cardio workout. After a nice hot shower, I dropped my gym bag off in my truck. I made one last stop at Foodland to restock my supply of Dole® packaged salad mix, Imitation Crab and Kamaboko Poke, and bananas. Wheee!
I was back in Slob Manor by 3:30pm. With little else to do, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Aside from that, the rest of the day and evening appeared to be gelling into the same routine, that is, same ol' shit. How can anyone handle such a benign life-style? Well, the ol' lavahead is not just anyone. The ol' lavahead has been destined to live in the manner that he does.
There was a lot of rain this morning, just like yesterday. The weather is more reminiscent of Winter. I had commenced the morning by driving out to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I used the restroom facilities for obvious reasons. Then, I sat around for about 30 minutes. I looked out toward the mountains and tried to ignore the hideous housing projects that mar the hillside. The collapse of the "system" cannot come quick enough, I said to myself. In front of me, numerous 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) were scurrying about even though the shops had yet to open. I became more convinced that humanity will run itself into the ground, literally, rather than adapt to a more life-sustaining strategy. We are, in essence, doomed as a society.
The fifth Slob Manor housemate, Marion, is apparently moving out at the end of the month. Her "official" reason is that the unbearable noise of the traffic outside. Marion is allegedly a professional triathlete, so she needs a good night's rest. She is also a slob, giving the Indian guy a good "run for the money." Her crap is everywhere downstairs, although that is not really my problem. There's rotting garbage in the kitchen sink and in plastic bags on the kitchen counter. Naturally, the ants are in ecstasy. The trash receptacle, the one that I alone bring out to the curb for pick-up twice a week, has been overflowing each time ever since she moved in. She also doesn't particularly care for any of us, by what I gathered from the other housemates. Well, good riddance.
As for the second floor of Slob Manor, I have decided that I will no longer clean anything except my squalid room. After cleaning up the blood and puke during the Indian guy's "brush with death," the end of my cleaning courteousness has come. However, I will spray the bowl of the commode every now and then with the chlorine bleach mixture that I concocted. The decrepit Vienna Sausage often has trajectory malfunctions. I will also spray the bottom of the bathtub before I take a shower there, which is rare. I will also sporadically spray the sink faucets. I will do no more than keep the germ levels minimized. I am not the houseboy.
I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck back to Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I had to purchase four more boxes of Cascadian Farm® organic granola (on sale for $3 per box) in addition to the three boxes that I had procured earlier. Then, I drove to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking in the parking structure, although the weather was marginal at best. I walked to the gym. Naturally, I did my usual cardio workout. After a nice hot shower, I dropped my gym bag off in my truck. I made one last stop at Foodland to restock my supply of Dole® packaged salad mix, Imitation Crab and Kamaboko Poke, and bananas. Wheee!
I was back in Slob Manor by 3:30pm. With little else to do, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Aside from that, the rest of the day and evening appeared to be gelling into the same routine, that is, same ol' shit. How can anyone handle such a benign life-style? Well, the ol' lavahead is not just anyone. The ol' lavahead has been destined to live in the manner that he does.
There was a lot of rain this morning, just like yesterday. The weather is more reminiscent of Winter. I had commenced the morning by driving out to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I used the restroom facilities for obvious reasons. Then, I sat around for about 30 minutes. I looked out toward the mountains and tried to ignore the hideous housing projects that mar the hillside. The collapse of the "system" cannot come quick enough, I said to myself. In front of me, numerous 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) were scurrying about even though the shops had yet to open. I became more convinced that humanity will run itself into the ground, literally, rather than adapt to a more life-sustaining strategy. We are, in essence, doomed as a society.
The fifth Slob Manor housemate, Marion, is apparently moving out at the end of the month. Her "official" reason is that the unbearable noise of the traffic outside. Marion is allegedly a professional triathlete, so she needs a good night's rest. She is also a slob, giving the Indian guy a good "run for the money." Her crap is everywhere downstairs, although that is not really my problem. There's rotting garbage in the kitchen sink and in plastic bags on the kitchen counter. Naturally, the ants are in ecstasy. The trash receptacle, the one that I alone bring out to the curb for pick-up twice a week, has been overflowing each time ever since she moved in. She also doesn't particularly care for any of us, by what I gathered from the other housemates. Well, good riddance.
As for the second floor of Slob Manor, I have decided that I will no longer clean anything except my squalid room. After cleaning up the blood and puke during the Indian guy's "brush with death," the end of my cleaning courteousness has come. However, I will spray the bowl of the commode every now and then with the chlorine bleach mixture that I concocted. The decrepit Vienna Sausage often has trajectory malfunctions. I will also spray the bottom of the bathtub before I take a shower there, which is rare. I will also sporadically spray the sink faucets. I will do no more than keep the germ levels minimized. I am not the houseboy.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
House of Squalor
I had to endure a most annoying evening. The gale force winds were so strong that dust and dirt were swirling around in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) even with the louvers closed. My Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer was coated with dust. Is that why the keyboard has been intermittent, you think? I attempted to listen to House Music on the Pure House Music site. However, I was interrupted every few minutes by carpenter ants crawling on my leg, on the wall in front of me, or in the stack of soiled underwear on the floor. I had to get up and eradicate the ants with my humble dustpan and brush. I finally gave up on the idea of relaxing to a few nice House Music tunes.
As a simple monk, I use a Longs® paper sack for a trash can. Inside the paper sack, a one-inch layer of carpenter ant carcasses line the bottom. That's how many carpenter ants I had to eradicate using my humble dustpan and brush. I also dispose of the dirt and dust (swept up by my humble dustpan and brush daily) into the paper sack. When I say that I live in squalor, I mean it.
I did not sleep well last night. In fact, I have not slept well for several weeks. I have been plagued by an assortment of bizarre dreams. All night long, the dreams flowed in a disjointed sequence. My only break from the tortuous dreams is when I am abruptly awakened by the need to "drain the lizard." No longer consuming any diuretic beverage has limited my "lizard draining" sessions, however.
I have also been suffering from numerous intrusive thoughts about my past. I have had vivid recollections of my various transgressions and forays into stupidity from the past 35 years. In retrospect, I feel foolish. I have no idea why I engaged in such conduct unbecoming. I cannot feign remorse, nor can I seek absolution. So, why is my mind taunting me with such vile crap? Why did my conscience not do its job as the events unfolded?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday followed the exact same itinerary as last week. Aside from checking my mail at the Post Office, my only other agenda item was the gym. I was back at Slob Manor by 3:15pm. I enjoyed a leisurely afternoon in my squalid room. I did absolutely nothing. Then, I devoured a delicious veggie "rations" dinner. Well, I cannot claim the meal to be pure veggie. Obviously, the various poke dishes are comprised of seafood. The evening will find me continuing to embrace my squalor. Same ol' shit.
As a simple monk, I use a Longs® paper sack for a trash can. Inside the paper sack, a one-inch layer of carpenter ant carcasses line the bottom. That's how many carpenter ants I had to eradicate using my humble dustpan and brush. I also dispose of the dirt and dust (swept up by my humble dustpan and brush daily) into the paper sack. When I say that I live in squalor, I mean it.
I did not sleep well last night. In fact, I have not slept well for several weeks. I have been plagued by an assortment of bizarre dreams. All night long, the dreams flowed in a disjointed sequence. My only break from the tortuous dreams is when I am abruptly awakened by the need to "drain the lizard." No longer consuming any diuretic beverage has limited my "lizard draining" sessions, however.
I have also been suffering from numerous intrusive thoughts about my past. I have had vivid recollections of my various transgressions and forays into stupidity from the past 35 years. In retrospect, I feel foolish. I have no idea why I engaged in such conduct unbecoming. I cannot feign remorse, nor can I seek absolution. So, why is my mind taunting me with such vile crap? Why did my conscience not do its job as the events unfolded?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday followed the exact same itinerary as last week. Aside from checking my mail at the Post Office, my only other agenda item was the gym. I was back at Slob Manor by 3:15pm. I enjoyed a leisurely afternoon in my squalid room. I did absolutely nothing. Then, I devoured a delicious veggie "rations" dinner. Well, I cannot claim the meal to be pure veggie. Obviously, the various poke dishes are comprised of seafood. The evening will find me continuing to embrace my squalor. Same ol' shit.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Waiting Game
I was vacillating until the last minute to make a decision about whether to take the homeless guy emulation on the road to town or not. Finally, in the remaining seconds before I had to walk to the bus stop, I made a shaky decision to head to Aina Haina. I visited Foodland after I alighted the bus. I purchased a couple of bananas. Then, I spent about 1.5 hours in the library. Subsequently, I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I hastily packed my gym bag and departed minutes later. The bus, however, was running a little late. No problem-o. I alighted the bus at Koko Marina. I sat on one of the benches overlooking the parking lot. I watched the mind-numbing clowns in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) driving around the parking lot. From a detached point of view, it was a ridiculous site. Growing weary of the foolishness, I made my way to the gym. Once again, I endured my usual workout by engaging myself in a leisurely fashion. I managed to weigh myself again with only a towel wrapped around me. Sadly, I verified once again that I am emaciated beyond belief.
I had no choice but to seek out a snack of two Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos at Taco Bell®. Yes, I made a "run for the border." I was really enjoying my snack until a large group of "brown skins" entered the restaurant (term used loosely). They were all huddled near the restrooms. Finally, a group of them sat at the tables adjacent to the one I was sitting at. With all the noise, my pleasure was negated immediately. I then realized that, even in Hawai'i Kai, the lowest lifeforms in the food chain are attracted to Taco Bell®. Obviously, that explains why I was there.
I hastily completed my snack and departed. I was a few minutes early at the bus stop, so I had a longer wait. No problem-o. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. As always, one back in the squalor of Slob Manor, I stay the course ... same ol' shit.
Last night, I read an interesting post titled, "Pilfered Dreams: The Story of Student Loans and Sallie Mae," that appeared on the Peak Oil Blues "blog." I found it interesting because I have been paying off student loans to my servicing agent, Sallie Mae, for almost ten years straight. That's the item labeled "other loans" in my net worth spreadsheet. My current payment is $254 per month, and I have seven more months to go. Student loans are about as big a sham as "subprime and "Alt-A" mortgages. The whole nation and its perverse culture are based upon credit and loans. Incidentally, my current mortgage for the "condotel" unit is an "Alt-A" class. I was qualified only by using "stated income." That's the kind of joke the whole financial "system" has become.
Speaking of the "condotel" unit, it apparently almost broke even for the month of June. I'm just $50 in arrears, which is a blessing. The tourist industry in Hawai'i has taken a big hit. June was supposed to be a "soft" month. However, my unit as with others on the second and third floor of the Aloha Surf Hotel are the only ones with very stable occupancy rates. Nonetheless, many of the other owners are frantically trying to dump their units on the market at rock-bottom prices. As I mentioned before, I am not willing to assume that much of a loss. My mortgage is for a 15-year term, so it is amortizing at a rapid rate. Right now, I have close to $60,000 in equity in the unit. Thus, I am locked in a waiting game.
I hastily packed my gym bag and departed minutes later. The bus, however, was running a little late. No problem-o. I alighted the bus at Koko Marina. I sat on one of the benches overlooking the parking lot. I watched the mind-numbing clowns in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) driving around the parking lot. From a detached point of view, it was a ridiculous site. Growing weary of the foolishness, I made my way to the gym. Once again, I endured my usual workout by engaging myself in a leisurely fashion. I managed to weigh myself again with only a towel wrapped around me. Sadly, I verified once again that I am emaciated beyond belief.
I had no choice but to seek out a snack of two Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos at Taco Bell®. Yes, I made a "run for the border." I was really enjoying my snack until a large group of "brown skins" entered the restaurant (term used loosely). They were all huddled near the restrooms. Finally, a group of them sat at the tables adjacent to the one I was sitting at. With all the noise, my pleasure was negated immediately. I then realized that, even in Hawai'i Kai, the lowest lifeforms in the food chain are attracted to Taco Bell®. Obviously, that explains why I was there.
I hastily completed my snack and departed. I was a few minutes early at the bus stop, so I had a longer wait. No problem-o. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. As always, one back in the squalor of Slob Manor, I stay the course ... same ol' shit.
Last night, I read an interesting post titled, "Pilfered Dreams: The Story of Student Loans and Sallie Mae," that appeared on the Peak Oil Blues "blog." I found it interesting because I have been paying off student loans to my servicing agent, Sallie Mae, for almost ten years straight. That's the item labeled "other loans" in my net worth spreadsheet. My current payment is $254 per month, and I have seven more months to go. Student loans are about as big a sham as "subprime and "Alt-A" mortgages. The whole nation and its perverse culture are based upon credit and loans. Incidentally, my current mortgage for the "condotel" unit is an "Alt-A" class. I was qualified only by using "stated income." That's the kind of joke the whole financial "system" has become.
Speaking of the "condotel" unit, it apparently almost broke even for the month of June. I'm just $50 in arrears, which is a blessing. The tourist industry in Hawai'i has taken a big hit. June was supposed to be a "soft" month. However, my unit as with others on the second and third floor of the Aloha Surf Hotel are the only ones with very stable occupancy rates. Nonetheless, many of the other owners are frantically trying to dump their units on the market at rock-bottom prices. As I mentioned before, I am not willing to assume that much of a loss. My mortgage is for a 15-year term, so it is amortizing at a rapid rate. Right now, I have close to $60,000 in equity in the unit. Thus, I am locked in a waiting game.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wake-Up Call
I received via e-mail attachment the pictures that Lori took of the oversized cranium last week with her iPhone®. At first, I thought that the aspect ratio of the pictures was askew. Then, I realized just how truly emaciated I am. The twenty-plus-pound loss has obviously taken a toll on the ol' lavahead. Worst yet, he truly looks like a homeless guy. Sheesh! I had previously thought of posting the pictures in the "blog," but there is no way that I could do that now. I will just store the pictures in my deep undercover archive.
I don't quite look my age yet, but I have nonetheless aged significantly. The fact that I truly look like a homeless guy indicates that I have physically gone downhill at a rapid pace. Even more appalling, I look shabby, decrepit, and downright "spooky." Now I fully understand why I have been treated just like a typical homeless guy. Well, hey! I am a homeless guy emulator!
Given the latter "discovery," I would be wise to accelerate the exodus. I must exit "mainstream" society as soon as possible. What if I must return to wage slavery? Surely I will be able to find a lowly peon position out of the public eye, eh? Well, we are at the "last roundup" after all. I should not have been "kicking the can" for so long, but that is now "water under the bridge." I have let time slip through my fingers. Now, I am emaciated old fool. Let this be a lesson to anyone who is wasting time. Heed the old adage, "Time waits for no one."
Well, it's plain to see that the situation has gone beyond the "old man malaise." I must expedite the divestiture of my useless possessions. I will have to review the necessity of my gym membership. Basically, I must become more realistic about my objectives and my life-style. I have pushed the envelope of age limitations, and now the "chickens are coming home to roost," as it were.
I was off to Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I piddled around for an hour. First, I visited Longs® in Kuapa Kai. Then, I stopped off at the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center to use the restroom facilities (the only one in the entire area that is not locked up) and to visit Ross®. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. Moms and I only went as far as Koko Marina. We ate spaghetti plate lunches at Zippy's. Three ducks were waddling around the open-air dining area. Then, moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. When we returned, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm.
I did not find shaded parking for my Nissan® Frontier truck at Koko Marina. I parked on the top level of the parking structure near Taco Bell®. I walked to the gym. I performed a benign version of my usual workout. After a nice long shower, I walked back to my truck. I foolishly decided to move it into the shaded section on the ground level.
I spent a few minutes sitting on one of the benches overlooking the Koko Marina parking lot, an activity enjoyed by many senior citizens. In fact, I am beginning to appreciate such senior citizen activities. Finally, I made my way to Foodland. I purchased Imitation Crab Poke, Kamaboko Poke, and about a pound of bulk granola. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I performed the dreaded laundry chores and also washed my truck. Then, I ate my veggie "rations" for dinner. The evening will be the same ol' shit. Oh, the horror!
I don't quite look my age yet, but I have nonetheless aged significantly. The fact that I truly look like a homeless guy indicates that I have physically gone downhill at a rapid pace. Even more appalling, I look shabby, decrepit, and downright "spooky." Now I fully understand why I have been treated just like a typical homeless guy. Well, hey! I am a homeless guy emulator!
Given the latter "discovery," I would be wise to accelerate the exodus. I must exit "mainstream" society as soon as possible. What if I must return to wage slavery? Surely I will be able to find a lowly peon position out of the public eye, eh? Well, we are at the "last roundup" after all. I should not have been "kicking the can" for so long, but that is now "water under the bridge." I have let time slip through my fingers. Now, I am emaciated old fool. Let this be a lesson to anyone who is wasting time. Heed the old adage, "Time waits for no one."
Well, it's plain to see that the situation has gone beyond the "old man malaise." I must expedite the divestiture of my useless possessions. I will have to review the necessity of my gym membership. Basically, I must become more realistic about my objectives and my life-style. I have pushed the envelope of age limitations, and now the "chickens are coming home to roost," as it were.
I was off to Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am. I piddled around for an hour. First, I visited Longs® in Kuapa Kai. Then, I stopped off at the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center to use the restroom facilities (the only one in the entire area that is not locked up) and to visit Ross®. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. Moms and I only went as far as Koko Marina. We ate spaghetti plate lunches at Zippy's. Three ducks were waddling around the open-air dining area. Then, moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. When we returned, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm.
I did not find shaded parking for my Nissan® Frontier truck at Koko Marina. I parked on the top level of the parking structure near Taco Bell®. I walked to the gym. I performed a benign version of my usual workout. After a nice long shower, I walked back to my truck. I foolishly decided to move it into the shaded section on the ground level.
I spent a few minutes sitting on one of the benches overlooking the Koko Marina parking lot, an activity enjoyed by many senior citizens. In fact, I am beginning to appreciate such senior citizen activities. Finally, I made my way to Foodland. I purchased Imitation Crab Poke, Kamaboko Poke, and about a pound of bulk granola. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I performed the dreaded laundry chores and also washed my truck. Then, I ate my veggie "rations" for dinner. The evening will be the same ol' shit. Oh, the horror!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Blue Boogaloo Redux
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has wreaked havoc with my psyche. Once again, I deviated from the standard homeless guy emulator itinerary. From this point forward, there is no standard homeless guy emulator itinerary. After eating my granola brunch in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I departed for town on the bus at 9:45am.
Once in town, I headed straight for the library. I spent the time in the inner courtyard. Between reading Bani-Sadr's book, "My Turn to Speak," and lapsing in and out of a coma, I blazed through three hours of time. I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor on the bus by 5pm. Otherwise, same ol’ shit.
Once in town, I headed straight for the library. I spent the time in the inner courtyard. Between reading Bani-Sadr's book, "My Turn to Speak," and lapsing in and out of a coma, I blazed through three hours of time. I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor on the bus by 5pm. Otherwise, same ol’ shit.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Benign Leisure
I spent most of last night listening to Deep House mixes directly from the Deep House Cat site. Only House Music can calm my nerves after a long day of homeless guy emulation. After all, what is there to look forward to when I return to the dump that is Slob Manor (read: rental housing)? The fast food containers full of rotting food are all piled up on the floor next to the refrigerator once again. The healthy food purchased by the Indian guy, which is now taking up most of the fridge, has not been consumed. Most of the crap is probably on the verge of rotting. The fresh fruit resting on top of the fridge has turned black. The Indian guy's epiphany after his "brush with death" has obviously faded into distant memory. That's the beauty and tragedy of the human condition.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was in alternative "dry run" mode. I actually performed the dreaded laundry chores early this morning. Then, I ate my granola brunch in my squalid room before departing on the bus to Aina Haina at 9:45am. I was not sure if the library was open or not, but I decided to take a chance. The weather looked marginal, so I did not want to venture to town. The library opened just as I walked up to the entrance. I ended up staying for only an hour. I spent my time reading current and back issues of the periodical, Washington Report for Middle East Affairs.
I was back in Slob Manor by 11:30am. In an intense hand-wringing situation, I found myself indecisive about whether to ride the bus to the gym in Hawai'i Kai or not. The sky had turned quite dark, and there was intermittent rain with gale force winds. In the end, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking in the parking structure. However, with an overcast sky, the matter was moot.
I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. During weight sets, I even take time to sit in one of the chairs along the periphery of the weight room. I sit there for several minutes in a relaxed state. After my cardio workout, I enjoyed an extremely long shower.
I dropped my gym bag off in my truck. I then sat on one of the benches overlooking the Koko Marina parking lot. I sat there for a long time, that is, until the two "gook" peons from the Harbor Village Cuisine Chinese restaurant came outside. The Chinamen sat on the bench next to the one I was sitting on and started chain-smoking cigarettes. Obviously, they could not read all of the "No Smoking" signs all around them. I yelled a few expletives at the "gooks." No doubt, they could not understand me. Well, that was my cue to head on to Foodland.
I meandered leisurely through the aisles in Foodland, my thoughts mostly consumed by the exorbitant price of food. I purchased a loaf of bread, two bananas, and a small container of Ahi Poke. The total was $7 and some change. However, I could not find a decent snack. While walking back to my truck, I had a brainstorm. I walked upstairs to Taco Bell® and ordered two of my all-time favorite Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos. And, the price of the burrito has been lowered to $1.09 each. What a deal!
I felt quite content after my Taco Bell® snack. Perhaps that is how I can regain some of my lost weight, eh? Bad idea. I would probably end up with a pear-shaped physique, just like all of the senior citizens in my age group. I was back in squalid room at Slob Manor by 4:30pm. Where did the day go? What did I do? How can can I continue this benign life-style much longer?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was in alternative "dry run" mode. I actually performed the dreaded laundry chores early this morning. Then, I ate my granola brunch in my squalid room before departing on the bus to Aina Haina at 9:45am. I was not sure if the library was open or not, but I decided to take a chance. The weather looked marginal, so I did not want to venture to town. The library opened just as I walked up to the entrance. I ended up staying for only an hour. I spent my time reading current and back issues of the periodical, Washington Report for Middle East Affairs.
I was back in Slob Manor by 11:30am. In an intense hand-wringing situation, I found myself indecisive about whether to ride the bus to the gym in Hawai'i Kai or not. The sky had turned quite dark, and there was intermittent rain with gale force winds. In the end, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking in the parking structure. However, with an overcast sky, the matter was moot.
I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. During weight sets, I even take time to sit in one of the chairs along the periphery of the weight room. I sit there for several minutes in a relaxed state. After my cardio workout, I enjoyed an extremely long shower.
I dropped my gym bag off in my truck. I then sat on one of the benches overlooking the Koko Marina parking lot. I sat there for a long time, that is, until the two "gook" peons from the Harbor Village Cuisine Chinese restaurant came outside. The Chinamen sat on the bench next to the one I was sitting on and started chain-smoking cigarettes. Obviously, they could not read all of the "No Smoking" signs all around them. I yelled a few expletives at the "gooks." No doubt, they could not understand me. Well, that was my cue to head on to Foodland.
I meandered leisurely through the aisles in Foodland, my thoughts mostly consumed by the exorbitant price of food. I purchased a loaf of bread, two bananas, and a small container of Ahi Poke. The total was $7 and some change. However, I could not find a decent snack. While walking back to my truck, I had a brainstorm. I walked upstairs to Taco Bell® and ordered two of my all-time favorite Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos. And, the price of the burrito has been lowered to $1.09 each. What a deal!
I felt quite content after my Taco Bell® snack. Perhaps that is how I can regain some of my lost weight, eh? Bad idea. I would probably end up with a pear-shaped physique, just like all of the senior citizens in my age group. I was back in squalid room at Slob Manor by 4:30pm. Where did the day go? What did I do? How can can I continue this benign life-style much longer?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Hieroglyphics
The gale force winds returned several days ago. Each night, I must contend with dirt and dust swirling about my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Either that, or I can close the louvers and suffocate in the heat. The dirt particles are fairly large. I must sweep up the crap off the floor with my humble dustpan and brush daily. The crap also settles on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I am too poor to afford canned air to spray the crap off of the computer. So, I attempt to blow the dust off myself. Once again, old age wields its ugly head. I end up sending wads of spittle and mucous onto my computer. My lung capacity is that of a wheezing senior citizen. So pathetic!
I also recently discovered that my cheap Nokia® cell phone is malfunctioning. It keeps turning itself off every day or so. The only way to power it up after that is to charge the battery. I have rarely used the piece of crap. In fact, I only checked it once every week or so. That was when the battery held a charge. Whenever I perused the cell phone, I never bothered to see if there had been any calls. The display is so small that I would only strain my eyes to discern the tiny hieroglyphics. So, I only bothered to see if the phone was powered up. There might several messages on voicemail, but I wouldn't know. And, frankly, I don't care. I don't even carry the piece of crap with me.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... modified again. I ate my granola brunch in my squalid room before departing 30 minutes later usual. When I arrived in town, I walked directly to the library, bypassing the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. I have become somewhat disillusioned with the homeless guy emulation as of late. The bus trips to town are becoming cumbersome and annoying.
I spent about 3.5 hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I commenced reading the book, "My Turn To Speak: Iran, The Revolution And Secret Deals With The US," by Albohassan Bani-Sadr. The book has been ridiculed by various NeoConmen organizations and "think tanks," thus giving it greater credibility. Many of Bani-Sadr's "ridiculous" allegations have recently been coming to light as the truth. A reader would certainly gain a greater understanding of the current form of the Iranian government.
I did my usual workout at the gym. I was bothered all day by intrusive thoughts to dump all of worldly possessions immediately. I was in a foul mood once back in Slob Manor to fulfill yet another laborious day of the same ol' shit. When I caught a glimpse of all of my useless possessions lying on the floor of my squalid room, I wanted to gather up the crap and dump it all in the trash can.
As for the evening? Yeah, same ol 'shit. The gale force winds were blowing even harder this evening. In addition, a sudden downpour turned the floor in my squalid room to a thin layer of mud created from the dirt and dust. Water was literally showering my entire squalid room. The wet dirt was coated all over my worldly possessions. I was hyperventilating with rage. Only when I realized that I was on the verge of a senior citizen cardio event did I calm down, albeit reluctantly.
Well, I expect to see the stock market surge to unbelievable heights if Barack Obama wins the Presidential (s)election in November. Call it the election "bubble." I am still expecting the Dow to tumble below 10,000 before then. That would be the time to take every last cent and put it into stocks or mutual funds. However, make sure to cash out right after that the "bubble" inflates. Once the nation returns to the status quo, expect the market to plunge. That's my homeless guy emulator tip for the day.
I also recently discovered that my cheap Nokia® cell phone is malfunctioning. It keeps turning itself off every day or so. The only way to power it up after that is to charge the battery. I have rarely used the piece of crap. In fact, I only checked it once every week or so. That was when the battery held a charge. Whenever I perused the cell phone, I never bothered to see if there had been any calls. The display is so small that I would only strain my eyes to discern the tiny hieroglyphics. So, I only bothered to see if the phone was powered up. There might several messages on voicemail, but I wouldn't know. And, frankly, I don't care. I don't even carry the piece of crap with me.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... modified again. I ate my granola brunch in my squalid room before departing 30 minutes later usual. When I arrived in town, I walked directly to the library, bypassing the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. I have become somewhat disillusioned with the homeless guy emulation as of late. The bus trips to town are becoming cumbersome and annoying.
I spent about 3.5 hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I commenced reading the book, "My Turn To Speak: Iran, The Revolution And Secret Deals With The US," by Albohassan Bani-Sadr. The book has been ridiculed by various NeoConmen organizations and "think tanks," thus giving it greater credibility. Many of Bani-Sadr's "ridiculous" allegations have recently been coming to light as the truth. A reader would certainly gain a greater understanding of the current form of the Iranian government.
I did my usual workout at the gym. I was bothered all day by intrusive thoughts to dump all of worldly possessions immediately. I was in a foul mood once back in Slob Manor to fulfill yet another laborious day of the same ol' shit. When I caught a glimpse of all of my useless possessions lying on the floor of my squalid room, I wanted to gather up the crap and dump it all in the trash can.
As for the evening? Yeah, same ol 'shit. The gale force winds were blowing even harder this evening. In addition, a sudden downpour turned the floor in my squalid room to a thin layer of mud created from the dirt and dust. Water was literally showering my entire squalid room. The wet dirt was coated all over my worldly possessions. I was hyperventilating with rage. Only when I realized that I was on the verge of a senior citizen cardio event did I calm down, albeit reluctantly.
Well, I expect to see the stock market surge to unbelievable heights if Barack Obama wins the Presidential (s)election in November. Call it the election "bubble." I am still expecting the Dow to tumble below 10,000 before then. That would be the time to take every last cent and put it into stocks or mutual funds. However, make sure to cash out right after that the "bubble" inflates. Once the nation returns to the status quo, expect the market to plunge. That's my homeless guy emulator tip for the day.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Trojan Sneak Attack
Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai, including Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms and I procured our Beef Curry plates lunches at Loco Moco courtesy the gift certificate from the neighbors (for working on their computer). We sat outside on one of the benches facing the parking lot and enjoyed our delicious plate lunches.
By the way, my sister-in-law and nephew were home when I had arrived. My nephew will apparently be transferring to Kaiser High, a public school. He will be in the 9th grade. What doesn't make sense is that my nephew has spent the last four years in private school. That's a lot of money spent, only to have him end up in a public school in the last critical years of basic education. I can only suspect that my bro's family is cutting back on expenses.
Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert when we returned. My sister-in-law and nephew departed for destinations unknown a couple of minutes after our arrival. I chatted with moms until 1pm. I had to make a quick run to the Hawai'i Kai branch of my local bank. After that, I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure for my Nissan® Frontier truck.
I walked to the gym. I did my usual cardio workout, which really did not amount to much. Since I am losing so much weight, I have become apprehensive about committing too much effort to my gym workouts. After all, I am a senior citizen now. Perhaps old age is the culprit after all. I made one last stop at Foodland before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I had to acquire more veggie "rations" and a small container of Kamaboko Poke. For a treat, I also purchased a large Icee® drink, not exactly nutritious but great on a hot day. I sat on one of the benches along the periphery of Foodland and enjoyed every drop of my Icee® beverage.
I was back in my squalid room by 4pm. Upon starting up my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, I discovered a message from Oceanic® (i.e., ISP) locked in my Web browser window. Apparently, one of the computers in Slob Manor is infected with some kind of Trojan malware that is sending out "spam" e-mail. I had to restart both my computer and the TrendNet® wireless router. Then, I ran Windows® Defender and Microsoft® Malicious Software Removal Tool in the "full scan" mode. Incidentally, I do not use any other malware detection products as part of my vow to not install unnecessary software. For anti-virus protection, however, I must rely upon AVG® Anti-Virus since none is included with Windows® Vista. As I expected, the Trojan culprit was not found on my computer. In addition, Sphinx® Vista Firewall Control is quite stringent (using the existing Windows® Firewall). The firewall is blocking both incoming and outgoing traffic.
The time was 7:30pm when I finished with my computer diagnostic protocol. Although I was confident that my Toshiba® computer was not at fault, I am not inflated with pride to refuse to check it. Alas, I put more wear-and-tear on my hard drive. Why can't the other clowns be more responsible with their computers? Is that too much to ask? Anyway, the rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.
By the way, my sister-in-law and nephew were home when I had arrived. My nephew will apparently be transferring to Kaiser High, a public school. He will be in the 9th grade. What doesn't make sense is that my nephew has spent the last four years in private school. That's a lot of money spent, only to have him end up in a public school in the last critical years of basic education. I can only suspect that my bro's family is cutting back on expenses.
Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert when we returned. My sister-in-law and nephew departed for destinations unknown a couple of minutes after our arrival. I chatted with moms until 1pm. I had to make a quick run to the Hawai'i Kai branch of my local bank. After that, I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure for my Nissan® Frontier truck.
I walked to the gym. I did my usual cardio workout, which really did not amount to much. Since I am losing so much weight, I have become apprehensive about committing too much effort to my gym workouts. After all, I am a senior citizen now. Perhaps old age is the culprit after all. I made one last stop at Foodland before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I had to acquire more veggie "rations" and a small container of Kamaboko Poke. For a treat, I also purchased a large Icee® drink, not exactly nutritious but great on a hot day. I sat on one of the benches along the periphery of Foodland and enjoyed every drop of my Icee® beverage.
I was back in my squalid room by 4pm. Upon starting up my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, I discovered a message from Oceanic® (i.e., ISP) locked in my Web browser window. Apparently, one of the computers in Slob Manor is infected with some kind of Trojan malware that is sending out "spam" e-mail. I had to restart both my computer and the TrendNet® wireless router. Then, I ran Windows® Defender and Microsoft® Malicious Software Removal Tool in the "full scan" mode. Incidentally, I do not use any other malware detection products as part of my vow to not install unnecessary software. For anti-virus protection, however, I must rely upon AVG® Anti-Virus since none is included with Windows® Vista. As I expected, the Trojan culprit was not found on my computer. In addition, Sphinx® Vista Firewall Control is quite stringent (using the existing Windows® Firewall). The firewall is blocking both incoming and outgoing traffic.
The time was 7:30pm when I finished with my computer diagnostic protocol. Although I was confident that my Toshiba® computer was not at fault, I am not inflated with pride to refuse to check it. Alas, I put more wear-and-tear on my hard drive. Why can't the other clowns be more responsible with their computers? Is that too much to ask? Anyway, the rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Incredible Shrinking Monk
Last night, while in the process of discarding an empty Lucerne® (a Safeway® brand) milk carton, I noticed that there is a small label on it stating that the milk is rBST-free. I assume that rBST is synonymous with rBGH. Thus, all Lucerne® dairy products (e.g., milk, cheese, cream, and so forth) should be much safer than most of the other brands. That's good to know.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been modified for clarity. Rather than bring my small container of granola with me, I decided to eat my brunch in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before I departed for town at 9:45am. The prospect of marginal weather was the original impetus for the change of plans. I left 30 minutes later than usual, so I bypassed my visit to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. Upon alighting the bus in town, I walked to the Post Office. I checked my mailbox as I always do on Sunday. Then, I waited for over 20 minutes for a very late Route 4 bus. All that time wasted just to travel three blocks!
I sat on one of the benches along Fort Street Mall, just a stone's throw from the gym. After a few minutes of that benign activity, I felt that the time was ripe to leave. I did my usual workout at the gym in a very leisurely fashion. I enjoyed a long lukewarm shower. When I exited the gym at 2:10pm, I noticed the aftereffects of a large downpour. I casually walked to the bus stop. The bus heading to Hawai'i Kai pulled up at the bus stop ahead of me. I ran across the street against the red traffic signal in order to board it. I was back in Slob Manor by 3pm. The rest of the afternoon and evening will entail the same ol' shit.
Yesterday, I mentioned that I had lost four more pounds. However, upon using the better calibrated scale in the men's locker room in the downtown gym, I discovered that the weight loss was more like six pounds. Mind you, I am down over 20 pounds from just three years ago. My stable weight for decades has been around 158 pounds. My weight loss trend is appearing to be quite disturbing. Obviously, I am malnourished. I am also apparently starving. And, I am burning more calories at the gym than I consume. Yet, I am not suffering from hunger pains. The remedy will not be so simple. I could start eating more, but more of what? The only option would be junk food. I cannot afford to gorge myself on good food, and the latter is unlikely to increase my weight anyway. Of course, the unacceptable choice is to stop going to the gym altogether.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been modified for clarity. Rather than bring my small container of granola with me, I decided to eat my brunch in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before I departed for town at 9:45am. The prospect of marginal weather was the original impetus for the change of plans. I left 30 minutes later than usual, so I bypassed my visit to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. Upon alighting the bus in town, I walked to the Post Office. I checked my mailbox as I always do on Sunday. Then, I waited for over 20 minutes for a very late Route 4 bus. All that time wasted just to travel three blocks!
I sat on one of the benches along Fort Street Mall, just a stone's throw from the gym. After a few minutes of that benign activity, I felt that the time was ripe to leave. I did my usual workout at the gym in a very leisurely fashion. I enjoyed a long lukewarm shower. When I exited the gym at 2:10pm, I noticed the aftereffects of a large downpour. I casually walked to the bus stop. The bus heading to Hawai'i Kai pulled up at the bus stop ahead of me. I ran across the street against the red traffic signal in order to board it. I was back in Slob Manor by 3pm. The rest of the afternoon and evening will entail the same ol' shit.
Yesterday, I mentioned that I had lost four more pounds. However, upon using the better calibrated scale in the men's locker room in the downtown gym, I discovered that the weight loss was more like six pounds. Mind you, I am down over 20 pounds from just three years ago. My stable weight for decades has been around 158 pounds. My weight loss trend is appearing to be quite disturbing. Obviously, I am malnourished. I am also apparently starving. And, I am burning more calories at the gym than I consume. Yet, I am not suffering from hunger pains. The remedy will not be so simple. I could start eating more, but more of what? The only option would be junk food. I cannot afford to gorge myself on good food, and the latter is unlikely to increase my weight anyway. Of course, the unacceptable choice is to stop going to the gym altogether.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Change in Venue
Rather than engage in one continuous phone call, the Chinaman broke up the session into several shorter calls. For some reason, the Chinaman felt the necessity to speak at the top of his lungs, which was quite annoying at 4 o' clock in the morning. The Chinaman is also a cigarette chain-smoker. With that and spending all his dough on young Asian hottie "escorts," little wonder why he finds himself living in the detestable confines of Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Because of the Chinaman, I found myself in a perpetual state of grogginess all day. I modified the homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day drastically. I rode the bus to Aina Haina at 9:15am. My purpose was to visit the Aina Haina library. Unfortunately, the library did not open until 10am. So, I ended up sitting on a bench outside the library for 30 minutes. Seemingly, all of the libraries have different schedules of operation. Very frustrating.
I spent about 1.5 hours in the library. I read numerous periodicals which, for some reason, are not available at the Hawai'i Kai branch. I departed at 11:30am. I had to wait about 30 minutes at the bus stop. Apparently, I had just missed the bus by a couple of minutes. When I returned to Slob Manor, I retrieved my gym bag. As I walked to the bus stop, I saw the bus bound for Hawai'i Kai pass by. Once again, I ended up waiting 30 minutes for the next bus. My mood and disposition were degenerating rapidly. I have no idea why, obviously since I am really in no hurry to be anywhere. I suppose that standing around and waiting is an activity that I despise.
When I finally arrived in Hawai'i Kai, I alighted the bus at Koko Marina. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout at a very leisurely pace. I also enjoyed a long hot shower. The gym in Hawai'i Kai actually has hot water as opposed to the lukewarm water in the downtown branch. However, I must bring my own body wash with me because the liquid soap in the dispensers reeks of an obnoxious odor. The downtown gym has reverted back to the good body wash, so I no longer need to carry my own body wash with me when I go to town. I also weighed myself and discovered that I am four pounds lighter since I commenced the veggie "rations." I am essentially wasting away.
I made one final stop at Foodland to procure a small container of Imitation Crab Poke and a couple of bananas. I was at the bus stop just in time to ride on the bus heading back to Slob Manor. Had I been there just a few minutes later, I would have had to wait for 30 minutes again. The bus was completely packed with Filipinos. I deduced that they all work in Hawai'i Kai and commute back to Kalihi or Waipahu.
Once back in my squalid room at Slob Manor, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. I also shaved and cleaned the Remington® rotary shaver. I had thought of driving to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center because I had seen a sign displayed at the entrance when the bus passed by. The sign stated that there was to be a free concert with local artist Jake Shimabukuro. Let me say this: no one can play the ukulele like Jake Shimabukuro. He is amazing. As bad as I wanted to see the show, I decided against the idea. I did not want to deal with the crowds of idiots in the cramped gazebo-like theater area near Panda Express® and the marina. So, I stayed in. Well, at least I was able to enjoy my veggie "rations" in a peaceful environment. No one else was home except for me. The evening? Same ol'shit.
My deviation from the usual downtown itinerary of the homeless guy emulation was a dry run of things to come. I will be trying to phase out my trips to town, or at least look for an alternative for when the rainy season commences. I should also consider renting a Post Office mailbox close by. There is no need for me to keep the one in town. I may also consider visiting both the library and gym in Waikiki as another alternative. Bus routes 22, 23, and 24 head directly there and back. All I have is the homeless guy emulation, so I might as well make the most of it. Sheesh!
Because of the Chinaman, I found myself in a perpetual state of grogginess all day. I modified the homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day drastically. I rode the bus to Aina Haina at 9:15am. My purpose was to visit the Aina Haina library. Unfortunately, the library did not open until 10am. So, I ended up sitting on a bench outside the library for 30 minutes. Seemingly, all of the libraries have different schedules of operation. Very frustrating.
I spent about 1.5 hours in the library. I read numerous periodicals which, for some reason, are not available at the Hawai'i Kai branch. I departed at 11:30am. I had to wait about 30 minutes at the bus stop. Apparently, I had just missed the bus by a couple of minutes. When I returned to Slob Manor, I retrieved my gym bag. As I walked to the bus stop, I saw the bus bound for Hawai'i Kai pass by. Once again, I ended up waiting 30 minutes for the next bus. My mood and disposition were degenerating rapidly. I have no idea why, obviously since I am really in no hurry to be anywhere. I suppose that standing around and waiting is an activity that I despise.
When I finally arrived in Hawai'i Kai, I alighted the bus at Koko Marina. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout at a very leisurely pace. I also enjoyed a long hot shower. The gym in Hawai'i Kai actually has hot water as opposed to the lukewarm water in the downtown branch. However, I must bring my own body wash with me because the liquid soap in the dispensers reeks of an obnoxious odor. The downtown gym has reverted back to the good body wash, so I no longer need to carry my own body wash with me when I go to town. I also weighed myself and discovered that I am four pounds lighter since I commenced the veggie "rations." I am essentially wasting away.
I made one final stop at Foodland to procure a small container of Imitation Crab Poke and a couple of bananas. I was at the bus stop just in time to ride on the bus heading back to Slob Manor. Had I been there just a few minutes later, I would have had to wait for 30 minutes again. The bus was completely packed with Filipinos. I deduced that they all work in Hawai'i Kai and commute back to Kalihi or Waipahu.
Once back in my squalid room at Slob Manor, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. I also shaved and cleaned the Remington® rotary shaver. I had thought of driving to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center because I had seen a sign displayed at the entrance when the bus passed by. The sign stated that there was to be a free concert with local artist Jake Shimabukuro. Let me say this: no one can play the ukulele like Jake Shimabukuro. He is amazing. As bad as I wanted to see the show, I decided against the idea. I did not want to deal with the crowds of idiots in the cramped gazebo-like theater area near Panda Express® and the marina. So, I stayed in. Well, at least I was able to enjoy my veggie "rations" in a peaceful environment. No one else was home except for me. The evening? Same ol'shit.
My deviation from the usual downtown itinerary of the homeless guy emulation was a dry run of things to come. I will be trying to phase out my trips to town, or at least look for an alternative for when the rainy season commences. I should also consider renting a Post Office mailbox close by. There is no need for me to keep the one in town. I may also consider visiting both the library and gym in Waikiki as another alternative. Bus routes 22, 23, and 24 head directly there and back. All I have is the homeless guy emulation, so I might as well make the most of it. Sheesh!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Hamster Wheel
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has surpassed all expectations of the mundane. The usual downtown homeless guy itinerary was followed to the most minute detail. Only one deviation was allowed: restoration of my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. The stylist did an excellent job. In fact, she completed the haircut within 20 minutes. I ended up at the gym much earlier than expected. Thus, I completed my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. The rest of the day will not deviate from the same ol' shit.
I have become very fatigued with the "system." These days, I simply gloss over the daily news items. The election crap is simply ignored. The financial news is about the most nauseating. The "system" should have collapsed by now. The secular Apocalypse should be in full swing. What happened? Greed has a way of wielding its ugly head just at the right moment to save the "system." With the help of the sinister kahuna, the moneychangers have concocted even more elaborate schemes to keep the "system" going. I am often incredulous with anger. The longer the "system" keeps chugging along, the more deeply enslaved we all become. Oh, that damned hamster wheel!
Speaking of enslavement, I have noticed a variety of job "opportunities" lately. For example, the gym in Hawai'i Kai has openings for "porters" (read: janitor). I contemplated the possibility of applying for the position. I could receive health plan benefits in addition to an included gym membership. However, why would I want to be a high-profile janitor in a gym in an upscale neighborhood? Why do I want to return to wage slavery at all? I am sick of the "system." I want out. I am awaiting the final exodus.
I have become very fatigued with the "system." These days, I simply gloss over the daily news items. The election crap is simply ignored. The financial news is about the most nauseating. The "system" should have collapsed by now. The secular Apocalypse should be in full swing. What happened? Greed has a way of wielding its ugly head just at the right moment to save the "system." With the help of the sinister kahuna, the moneychangers have concocted even more elaborate schemes to keep the "system" going. I am often incredulous with anger. The longer the "system" keeps chugging along, the more deeply enslaved we all become. Oh, that damned hamster wheel!
Speaking of enslavement, I have noticed a variety of job "opportunities" lately. For example, the gym in Hawai'i Kai has openings for "porters" (read: janitor). I contemplated the possibility of applying for the position. I could receive health plan benefits in addition to an included gym membership. However, why would I want to be a high-profile janitor in a gym in an upscale neighborhood? Why do I want to return to wage slavery at all? I am sick of the "system." I want out. I am awaiting the final exodus.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Vagabond
I preempted another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day in favor of driving to Hawai'i Kai this morning. I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure at 9am. I spent about two hours in the Hawai'i Kai branch of the library. I read the Nazi Wall Street Journal and also perused more back issues of the capitalist propaganda tool, Business Week. Afterward, I walked back to Koko Marina and sat on one of the benches overlooking the parking lot. I sat there for 1.5 hours in true vagabond fashion.
At 12:30pm, I retrieved my gym bag from my Nissan® Frontier truck. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. After a nice long shower, I ended up sitting at the same bench overlooking the Koko Marina parking lot. I was supposed to meet Lori at 3pm. However, when she did not appear, I decided to complete my grocery shopping at Foodland. I purchased two packages of Dole® green salad mix, Kamaboko Poke, Imitation Crab Poke, and a carton of rBGH-laced milk.
As fate would have it, I ran into Lori just as I was walking back to the parking structure with my groceries. Lori ended up riding with me to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) so that I could put the perishables in the fridge. I gave her a brief tour of Slob Manor, although it was quite embarrassing to showcase the dump. We finally ended up at our planned meeting spot, the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® in Koko Marina, at 4:15pm. We sipped on our Naked® bottled fruit smoothies and chatted. Just before we departed at 6pm, Lori took my picture with her iPhone®. I had asked her to do so in order to place the photo in my archives. Lori will send the photo by e-mail later.
I was back in my squalid room by 6pm. The usual routine was in effect. You know the drill. Same ol' shit. By the way, I weaned myself of the Long® Nite Time cold remedy. I did not drop back a dosage last night. The cold symptoms have seemingly abated.
I have yet to unbox my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I am now wondering if it should be returned immediately for a refund. My psychopathological concern at this moment is to not defame the DeLonghi® appliance by grilling food that may contaminate its carcinogenic non-stick surfaces. In addition, my internal debate seems centered upon whether the device should be restricted to panini creations exclusively. However, an even greater concern is that most panini ingredients are extremely unhealthy. The latter conundrum has effectively stifled the implementation of the appliance. Sheesh!
Incidentally, I become nauseous every time that I hear a scandal referred to by some name preceding the suffix "gate" (e.g., "Plame-gate" being one of the latest). The "gate" suffix is from the name of the infamous hotel, the Watergate, the site of the notorious break-in choreographed by "Tricky Dick" Nixon. The incident gave rise to Nixon's most famous quote: "I'm not a crook."
At 12:30pm, I retrieved my gym bag from my Nissan® Frontier truck. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. After a nice long shower, I ended up sitting at the same bench overlooking the Koko Marina parking lot. I was supposed to meet Lori at 3pm. However, when she did not appear, I decided to complete my grocery shopping at Foodland. I purchased two packages of Dole® green salad mix, Kamaboko Poke, Imitation Crab Poke, and a carton of rBGH-laced milk.
As fate would have it, I ran into Lori just as I was walking back to the parking structure with my groceries. Lori ended up riding with me to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) so that I could put the perishables in the fridge. I gave her a brief tour of Slob Manor, although it was quite embarrassing to showcase the dump. We finally ended up at our planned meeting spot, the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® in Koko Marina, at 4:15pm. We sipped on our Naked® bottled fruit smoothies and chatted. Just before we departed at 6pm, Lori took my picture with her iPhone®. I had asked her to do so in order to place the photo in my archives. Lori will send the photo by e-mail later.
I was back in my squalid room by 6pm. The usual routine was in effect. You know the drill. Same ol' shit. By the way, I weaned myself of the Long® Nite Time cold remedy. I did not drop back a dosage last night. The cold symptoms have seemingly abated.
I have yet to unbox my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I am now wondering if it should be returned immediately for a refund. My psychopathological concern at this moment is to not defame the DeLonghi® appliance by grilling food that may contaminate its carcinogenic non-stick surfaces. In addition, my internal debate seems centered upon whether the device should be restricted to panini creations exclusively. However, an even greater concern is that most panini ingredients are extremely unhealthy. The latter conundrum has effectively stifled the implementation of the appliance. Sheesh!
Incidentally, I become nauseous every time that I hear a scandal referred to by some name preceding the suffix "gate" (e.g., "Plame-gate" being one of the latest). The "gate" suffix is from the name of the infamous hotel, the Watergate, the site of the notorious break-in choreographed by "Tricky Dick" Nixon. The incident gave rise to Nixon's most famous quote: "I'm not a crook."
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Groggy Days, Groggy Nights
Although I did not exhibit any adverse symptoms of the common cold late last night, I dropped back a dosage of Long® Nite Time cold remedy anyway. You may have noticed that I used the term "drop back" in reference to the Longs® cold medication. Normally, the latter applies to cheap booze. The Longs® Nite Time medication has a ten percent alcohol content. Incidentally, my only concern is the large quantity of acetaminophen (i.e., pain killer) in the product. Acetaminophen is known to destroy liver cells. I slept reasonable well. However, I was groggy when I woke up.
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I stopped off at the Hawai'i Kai library to donate the last book in my personal library, "Message to the World: The Statements of Osama bin Laden." I had previously planned to keep the book. However, I came to realize that Osama bin Laden is not the "Mastermind of Terror." He was simply one of the "freedom fighters" recruited by the CIA to battle the Soviets in Afghanistan a couple of decades ago. He is, of course, a "sheik," which means that he has vast resources and command over his tribe. There is no Al Qaeda "terrorist" group. The phrase literally means "the base" in Arabic. "The base" is simply abbreviated nomenclature for "the database," which was the CIA's roster of "freedom fighters." In my own research, I have discovered that bin Laden and his tribe are just one of the many radical Islamic groups that have taken to arms in order to free themselves of "Western" oppression and exploitation. I do not believe that they had any other choice.
I remained at the library until 10am. I reviewed a few nauseating issues of Business Week, yet another capitalist propaganda tool. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai, including Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We ate lunch at Yummy's Korean Barbeque. As usual, the Yummy's plate lunch was completely filling. When we returned, moms served up Foremost® vanilla ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm.
I also chatted with the neighbors briefly. They gave me two gift certificates, one from Loco Moco and the other from Panda Express®, in appreciation for the work that I did on their computer. I was elated.
I was able to find shaded parking for my Nissan® Frontier truck in the Koko Marina parking structure. From there, I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout, although I was fatigued. I also experienced a few "hot flashes." After a nice long shower, I felt better. I walked to Foodland. I was craving and, therefore, procured another bottle of Naked® fruit smoothie. That small bottle costs almost as much as a gallon of petrol. I enjoyed the cold beverage immensely, however.
I arrived back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 3:30pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores for no apparent reason. The rest of the afternoon and evening will prove to be nothing extraordinary. Yes, the same ol' shit.
I have chosen to include the last picture of the Aylar Lie (آیلار دیانتی لی) set. Baby is a hot Persian babe and probably a lot easier on the eyes than Abolhassan Bani-Sadr (whose book I will be reading next). Bani-Sadr was prime minister of Iran after the Islamic Revolution of 1979 exploded. In any case, the majority of visitors to the "blog" are still comprised of searchers of hot babe pictures. Does Aylar qualify?
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I stopped off at the Hawai'i Kai library to donate the last book in my personal library, "Message to the World: The Statements of Osama bin Laden." I had previously planned to keep the book. However, I came to realize that Osama bin Laden is not the "Mastermind of Terror." He was simply one of the "freedom fighters" recruited by the CIA to battle the Soviets in Afghanistan a couple of decades ago. He is, of course, a "sheik," which means that he has vast resources and command over his tribe. There is no Al Qaeda "terrorist" group. The phrase literally means "the base" in Arabic. "The base" is simply abbreviated nomenclature for "the database," which was the CIA's roster of "freedom fighters." In my own research, I have discovered that bin Laden and his tribe are just one of the many radical Islamic groups that have taken to arms in order to free themselves of "Western" oppression and exploitation. I do not believe that they had any other choice.
I remained at the library until 10am. I reviewed a few nauseating issues of Business Week, yet another capitalist propaganda tool. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai, including Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We ate lunch at Yummy's Korean Barbeque. As usual, the Yummy's plate lunch was completely filling. When we returned, moms served up Foremost® vanilla ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm.
I also chatted with the neighbors briefly. They gave me two gift certificates, one from Loco Moco and the other from Panda Express®, in appreciation for the work that I did on their computer. I was elated.
I was able to find shaded parking for my Nissan® Frontier truck in the Koko Marina parking structure. From there, I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout, although I was fatigued. I also experienced a few "hot flashes." After a nice long shower, I felt better. I walked to Foodland. I was craving and, therefore, procured another bottle of Naked® fruit smoothie. That small bottle costs almost as much as a gallon of petrol. I enjoyed the cold beverage immensely, however.
I arrived back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 3:30pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores for no apparent reason. The rest of the afternoon and evening will prove to be nothing extraordinary. Yes, the same ol' shit.
I have chosen to include the last picture of the Aylar Lie (آیلار دیانتی لی) set. Baby is a hot Persian babe and probably a lot easier on the eyes than Abolhassan Bani-Sadr (whose book I will be reading next). Bani-Sadr was prime minister of Iran after the Islamic Revolution of 1979 exploded. In any case, the majority of visitors to the "blog" are still comprised of searchers of hot babe pictures. Does Aylar qualify?
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Illin' Again
The common cold rapidly escalated into more flu-like symptoms as the night wore on. By 10pm, my sinuses were completely congested and my nasal passages were effectively blocked. At one point, I could not stop sneezing. I was feeling extremely woozy. I was also becoming more and more perturbed. I cannot handle two weeks of this crap, I said to myself. The last two bouts of the common cold essentially rendered me useless for that long.
I had no choice but to drive my Nissan® Frontier truck to Kuapa Kai. Within a few seconds in the air-conditioned cab, I felt my sinuses clear up. What does that tell you? I first walked through Safeway®. There were a lot of young hotties and a lot of dickheads in the store, all of them in search of booze. So, off to Longs® I went. I procured the Longs® Nite Time cold relief (i.e., fake NyQuil® at a whopping $5 for the bottle). To aid in my discomfort, I also bought a big package of "Fun Size" M&M's® candy. I was back in squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 11pm.
My common cold symptoms became progressively worse by the minute. I finally dropped back a dosage of the Longs® Nite Time cold medication before calling it a night. About three hours elapsed before the decongestant finally licked in, although I was able to sleep moderately well in the interim. I was groggy and dizzy when I woke up this morning.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was lobotomized. I boarded a crowded Route 1L bus this morning. Several slobs and inconsiderate clowns were taking up two or more seats. Thus, many of us had to stand up. I decided to alight at Kahala Mall and transfer to another bus. I opened the small "Fun Size" package of M&M's® candy that I had brought with me. I felt placated. I followed the usual homeless guy itinerary, although I felt like lapsing into a coma all day long. In fact, I lapsed in and out of a coma while I sat in the inner courtyard of the library. I also inadvertently realized that my mouth would automatically open and slobber would dribble out when I crossed the coma threshold. Is that a definite sign of old age?
I barely made it through my usual workout at the gym. I was completely fatigued. Yet, I soldiered on. I was relieved when I was finally back in my squalid room at Slob Manor. I followed the usual routine for the rest of the afternoon. The evening? Same ol' shit. I can hardly wait to drop back another dosage of Long® Nite Time cold relief. Really? No, not really.
I had no choice but to drive my Nissan® Frontier truck to Kuapa Kai. Within a few seconds in the air-conditioned cab, I felt my sinuses clear up. What does that tell you? I first walked through Safeway®. There were a lot of young hotties and a lot of dickheads in the store, all of them in search of booze. So, off to Longs® I went. I procured the Longs® Nite Time cold relief (i.e., fake NyQuil® at a whopping $5 for the bottle). To aid in my discomfort, I also bought a big package of "Fun Size" M&M's® candy. I was back in squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 11pm.
My common cold symptoms became progressively worse by the minute. I finally dropped back a dosage of the Longs® Nite Time cold medication before calling it a night. About three hours elapsed before the decongestant finally licked in, although I was able to sleep moderately well in the interim. I was groggy and dizzy when I woke up this morning.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was lobotomized. I boarded a crowded Route 1L bus this morning. Several slobs and inconsiderate clowns were taking up two or more seats. Thus, many of us had to stand up. I decided to alight at Kahala Mall and transfer to another bus. I opened the small "Fun Size" package of M&M's® candy that I had brought with me. I felt placated. I followed the usual homeless guy itinerary, although I felt like lapsing into a coma all day long. In fact, I lapsed in and out of a coma while I sat in the inner courtyard of the library. I also inadvertently realized that my mouth would automatically open and slobber would dribble out when I crossed the coma threshold. Is that a definite sign of old age?
I barely made it through my usual workout at the gym. I was completely fatigued. Yet, I soldiered on. I was relieved when I was finally back in my squalid room at Slob Manor. I followed the usual routine for the rest of the afternoon. The evening? Same ol' shit. I can hardly wait to drop back another dosage of Long® Nite Time cold relief. Really? No, not really.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Smoothie Remedy
I was groggy all day again, thanks to the onslaught of the common cold. Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai ... Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. By the way, the fortune in my Panda Express® fortune cookie read, "You are going to have a very comfortable old age." Thanks!
I managed to find shaded parking in the parking structure in Koko Marina. I walked to the gym. I did my usual cardio workout. I felt even worse afterward. I met Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® at 3pm. Lori ordered one of those bottled Naked® smoothie drinks for me. The label claimed that one pound of fruit was used to make the smoothie. I have to admit that it was delicious. I also felt a little better after consuming the smoothie. Later, I procured another bag of Dole® packaged green salad mix and a small container of Ahi Poke. Guess what's for dinner?
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:15pm. From there, it was downhill all the way insofar as the common cold was concerned. I felt even more groggy. My nose was running like a waterfall. This will be my third bout with the common cold since moving into Slob Manor last November. Prior to that event, I was illin' very rarely. Living in unsanitary conditions with four other residents is most likely the culprit. Soon, I will have spray everything down in Slob Manor with the prepared bleach mixture (the same one that I used to clean the splattered blood in the second floor bathroom).
I have no reason to comment on the banking and mortgage crisis that has escalated within the last four days. The so-called "mainstream media" is actually providing the sordid details, which is an indicator that big trouble is right around the corner. Had the Fed and Treasury not intervened in plutocratic fashion during the weekend, we would have probably seen the beginnings of the secular Apocalypse. Pain and suffering are awaiting us all.
I managed to find shaded parking in the parking structure in Koko Marina. I walked to the gym. I did my usual cardio workout. I felt even worse afterward. I met Lori at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf® at 3pm. Lori ordered one of those bottled Naked® smoothie drinks for me. The label claimed that one pound of fruit was used to make the smoothie. I have to admit that it was delicious. I also felt a little better after consuming the smoothie. Later, I procured another bag of Dole® packaged green salad mix and a small container of Ahi Poke. Guess what's for dinner?
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:15pm. From there, it was downhill all the way insofar as the common cold was concerned. I felt even more groggy. My nose was running like a waterfall. This will be my third bout with the common cold since moving into Slob Manor last November. Prior to that event, I was illin' very rarely. Living in unsanitary conditions with four other residents is most likely the culprit. Soon, I will have spray everything down in Slob Manor with the prepared bleach mixture (the same one that I used to clean the splattered blood in the second floor bathroom).
I have no reason to comment on the banking and mortgage crisis that has escalated within the last four days. The so-called "mainstream media" is actually providing the sordid details, which is an indicator that big trouble is right around the corner. Had the Fed and Treasury not intervened in plutocratic fashion during the weekend, we would have probably seen the beginnings of the secular Apocalypse. Pain and suffering are awaiting us all.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Ho-Hum Redux
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday was tainted by the common cold. I was groggy all day. My throat was itching, and I endured the most irritating post-nasal drip. I had a difficult time enjoying the natural surroundings of the Capitol district. The highlight of the day was when I espied the hottie gym trainer. Baby was working with a gym member. Baby was looking mighty fine. I did my usual workout.
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. I opened my last can of beans for the first part of my dinner. I celebrated a renaissance of the classic "rations" (read: beans and bread). Then, an hour later, I ate green salad mix and Ahi Poke for the second part of my dinner. Yes, another "ho-hum" dinner experience. The afternoon consisted of mundane old man chores, an example being the trimming of the nose hairs. Obviously, there is no need for further detail.
The Indian guy went grocery shopping last night. I noticed that he purchased all kinds of organic food, even canned organic chili beans. Either he experienced an epiphany during his stay at the hospital, or he disclosed only part of the prognosis. Could the bleeding have stemmed from food poisoning or a poor diet? Only the Indian guy knows for sure.
When I checked my mail at the Post Office, I was relieved to have received the "economic stimulus" (read: tax rebate) check. I quickly deposited the $600 in my local bank. As the economy continues to tank, I can only assume that the money is already essentially worthless. Will I spending the money on useless crap? Obviously not.
I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. I opened my last can of beans for the first part of my dinner. I celebrated a renaissance of the classic "rations" (read: beans and bread). Then, an hour later, I ate green salad mix and Ahi Poke for the second part of my dinner. Yes, another "ho-hum" dinner experience. The afternoon consisted of mundane old man chores, an example being the trimming of the nose hairs. Obviously, there is no need for further detail.
The Indian guy went grocery shopping last night. I noticed that he purchased all kinds of organic food, even canned organic chili beans. Either he experienced an epiphany during his stay at the hospital, or he disclosed only part of the prognosis. Could the bleeding have stemmed from food poisoning or a poor diet? Only the Indian guy knows for sure.
When I checked my mail at the Post Office, I was relieved to have received the "economic stimulus" (read: tax rebate) check. I quickly deposited the $600 in my local bank. As the economy continues to tank, I can only assume that the money is already essentially worthless. Will I spending the money on useless crap? Obviously not.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Ho-Hum
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been downloaded into the hard drive of life. I was groggy all day because of yet another bout with the common cold. How am I contracting the disease? In the inner courtyard of the library, I spent most of the time lapsing in and out of a coma. I was, however, able to complete my full workout at the gym.
When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I went through the usual motions of mendicancy. I ate my veggie "rations" (i.e., green salad mix, baby carrots, and Ahi Poke) for dinner. Sushant, the Indian guy, had already returned home earlier in the day. He was cleaning his room. Apparently, after the paramedics and I had gone into his room, he felt embarrassed at how messy it was. He chatted with me briefly. He was released from the hospital this morning. There were no signs of bleeding, although he is on some kind of antacid medication. He also cleaned up some of the rotting food and soiled cookware. He has probably become more cognizant of the possibility of food poisoning. Frankly, I had also wondered whether food poisoning was a possibility, that is, before I saw the sheer quantity of blood. I have seen the Indian guy use the same plate for several days without washing it. I am surprised to see many homed individuals who assume lifestyles that are even more unsanitary than that of the homeless.
I will soon be gathering up the utensils and ingredients needed in order to create delicious Panini on my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I will need a basting brush and a bottle of virgin olive oil to begin with. I have been pricing other items including specialty breads made with genetically-modified grains, fresh insecticide-laced vegetables, nitrate-laced meat, mercury-laced fish, and rBGH-laced cheese. Yet, who really knows when I will debut my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press?
When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I went through the usual motions of mendicancy. I ate my veggie "rations" (i.e., green salad mix, baby carrots, and Ahi Poke) for dinner. Sushant, the Indian guy, had already returned home earlier in the day. He was cleaning his room. Apparently, after the paramedics and I had gone into his room, he felt embarrassed at how messy it was. He chatted with me briefly. He was released from the hospital this morning. There were no signs of bleeding, although he is on some kind of antacid medication. He also cleaned up some of the rotting food and soiled cookware. He has probably become more cognizant of the possibility of food poisoning. Frankly, I had also wondered whether food poisoning was a possibility, that is, before I saw the sheer quantity of blood. I have seen the Indian guy use the same plate for several days without washing it. I am surprised to see many homed individuals who assume lifestyles that are even more unsanitary than that of the homeless.
I will soon be gathering up the utensils and ingredients needed in order to create delicious Panini on my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I will need a basting brush and a bottle of virgin olive oil to begin with. I have been pricing other items including specialty breads made with genetically-modified grains, fresh insecticide-laced vegetables, nitrate-laced meat, mercury-laced fish, and rBGH-laced cheese. Yet, who really knows when I will debut my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press?
Friday, July 11, 2008
9-1-1 Emergency
"I thought he was a goner for sure." -- Ol' LavaheadI heard Sushant, the Indian guy, return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at about 10pm last night. I then heard him slam his door and shuffle quickly into the bathroom. He was clearly sick. I thought that he may have had too much cheap booze. A few seconds later, I heard him call my name. I walked into the bathroom to find him lying on the floor. Blood was everywhere. He said that he was vomiting blood. I immediately called 9-1-1 to request an ambulance. In the meantime, Sushant was vomiting even more blood. I made sure that he was okay. Then, I ran outside to flag the ambulance down.
Within five minutes, I saw the ambulance cruise by across the street. The crew saw me waving. A fire truck accompanied the ambulance. Since they were on a divided highway, they had to drive to the turnaround point and come back. The crew rushed upstairs and put Sushant on a gurney. Within minutes, he was on his way to the hospital. Only after the ambulance left did any of the other housemates and the landlord appear. I explained to them what happened. Afterward, I walked back upstairs to clean the mess. There was blood everywhere. The place looked more like a crime scene. About 30 minutes later, I was done.
I finally was able to call it a night (or morning) at 1am. I did not sleep well. Whenever I got up to "drain the lizard," I could still detect the fresh scent of blood. It's unmistakable. I was up at 7am. I concocted a bleach mixture and sprayed down the entire bathroom. Pat, the landlord, dropped by. She attempted to call Straub to find out how Sushant was doing. No information would be released to non-relatives, she was told. Sushant doesn't have any relatives here, I said, once again bewildered by idiotic bureaucracies. I said that I would attempt to call the hospital later.
After that, I was off to Hawai'i Kai. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. I had to spend a couple more hours at the neighbor's place again. I believe that I finally remedied all of the computer problems. Moms and I made a quick run to Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms purchased half of a full lamp-baked chicken for lunch. Along with that, we ate leftover salmon steak, fresh vegetables, and rice. And, for dessert, Foremost® vanilla ice cream. I chatted with moms until 1pm. I related the crisis of last night to moms. "I hope it's not TB (tuberculosis)," moms said. I couldn't agree more.
I parked on the upper level of the Koko Marina parking structure. No shade today. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. Then, I drove to Kuapa Kai to peruse Longs® and Safeway®. I purchased a package of Longs® cough drops because I have had a minor sore throat for last couple of days. I noticed that the price of Ahi Poke at Safeway® was $12 per pound. So, I drove back to Koko Marina. I walked around Foodland for the longest time, even though I only purchased a small container of Ahi Poke (at $7 per pound).
When I finally returned to Slob Manor, I sprayed down the bathroom with bleach again. Pat, the landlord came by. She said that she attempted to call the hospital two more times. She even called Sushant's ward, but he was sleeping. So, Pat wanted me to call. Pat even brought her cordless landline phone and punched the number in for me. I chatted with one of the nurses. Then, I was connected to Sushant. He sounded groggy, but he was awake. The doctors believe that he is suffering from ulcerations in his stomach, hypothetically because of over-the-counter pain medication that he has been taking for about six months. The remaining blood was pumped from his stomach. He is now on some other medication. Tentatively, he is scheduled for release tomorrow. Knowing that he was groggy, I kept the call brief.
Pat was outside chatting with another of the housemates who had just returned from work. I filled them both in on the details. Pat was relieved. And, so was I. Well, with the crisis officially over, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. I will not spray down the bathroom with bleach for a third time. Dinner consisted of green salad mix, baby carrots, and a small portion of Ahi Poke. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit, thank goodness!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Pārsa
The Chinaman broke his all-time phone record. He commenced his call sometime before 11pm last night. I could hear him babbling away in Chinaspeak as I tried to fall asleep. I woke up several times throughout the night to "drain the lizard." Each time, I could hear the Chinaman babbling away. I was finally up at 7am. I could hear the Chinaman still going strong. He finally disconnected at 8am. That's over nine hours straight on the phone. Sheesh!
Incidentally, the Chinaman has had two babes visit Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for "dates." One babe drives a new Cadillac® CTS. The other babe drives a new Mercedes® SLK Roadster. Let's face it, those chicks are not hanging out with the Chinaman because he is a stud. They are "escorts." From what I am to understand, a lot of "blue collar" workers in Hawa'i spend a good portion of their paychecks at Korean bars, lapdance joints, and "escorts." Is that why the Chinaman is forced to "ghetto" himself in Slob Manor?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been "escorted" outside the realm of consciousness. The morning rain storm gave way to an extremely hot day. I followed my homeless guy itinerary with extraordinary precision. I did more reading in the inner courtyard of the library. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, upon my return to Slob Manor, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Guess what was for dinner? Green salad mix, baby carrots, and Kim Chee Mussel Poke, of course! The evening? Same ol' shit.
As an addendum to my discussion of Iran yesterday, I must include one other possible reason for the animosity toward that nation by the "West." Iran is the only Islamic Republic in the Middle East, a product of the 1979 Iranian Revolution. The religious oppression engaged by Mohammad Reza, the son of Reza Khan, forced the Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini into exile in Iraq. Khomeini then made a juridical decision concerning Islam and politics. Hence, the latter act led to the overthrow of the Shah's regime, essentially ending the tenure of the Persian kingdom. The ramifications are clear. Iran serves as an example to all Shia Muslims in the Middle East and abroad. It is my belief that the NeoConmen are scared shitless about the possibility of more revolutions and more Islamic Republics.
The Iraq and Afghanistan experiments are possibly a revision of the old "regime change" modus operandi. Previously, the NeoConmen either installed or bolstered a corrupt monarchy or totalitarian regime (i.e., puppet of the "West") in the target nation. Eventually, the inequities and oppression becomes too intolerable for the masses to bear. A revolution erupts with less than desirable results. Thus, the new modus operandi involves the establishment of fake democracy complete with voting. The masses are fooled into believing that some form of "due process" exists. The game is being played out in Lebanon as well, and may someday apply to the corrupt Saudi regime. Therefore, the third reason for Middle East meddling is to apply countermeasures to Islamic politicization.
Incidentally, the Chinaman has had two babes visit Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for "dates." One babe drives a new Cadillac® CTS. The other babe drives a new Mercedes® SLK Roadster. Let's face it, those chicks are not hanging out with the Chinaman because he is a stud. They are "escorts." From what I am to understand, a lot of "blue collar" workers in Hawa'i spend a good portion of their paychecks at Korean bars, lapdance joints, and "escorts." Is that why the Chinaman is forced to "ghetto" himself in Slob Manor?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been "escorted" outside the realm of consciousness. The morning rain storm gave way to an extremely hot day. I followed my homeless guy itinerary with extraordinary precision. I did more reading in the inner courtyard of the library. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, upon my return to Slob Manor, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Guess what was for dinner? Green salad mix, baby carrots, and Kim Chee Mussel Poke, of course! The evening? Same ol' shit.
As an addendum to my discussion of Iran yesterday, I must include one other possible reason for the animosity toward that nation by the "West." Iran is the only Islamic Republic in the Middle East, a product of the 1979 Iranian Revolution. The religious oppression engaged by Mohammad Reza, the son of Reza Khan, forced the Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini into exile in Iraq. Khomeini then made a juridical decision concerning Islam and politics. Hence, the latter act led to the overthrow of the Shah's regime, essentially ending the tenure of the Persian kingdom. The ramifications are clear. Iran serves as an example to all Shia Muslims in the Middle East and abroad. It is my belief that the NeoConmen are scared shitless about the possibility of more revolutions and more Islamic Republics.
The Iraq and Afghanistan experiments are possibly a revision of the old "regime change" modus operandi. Previously, the NeoConmen either installed or bolstered a corrupt monarchy or totalitarian regime (i.e., puppet of the "West") in the target nation. Eventually, the inequities and oppression becomes too intolerable for the masses to bear. A revolution erupts with less than desirable results. Thus, the new modus operandi involves the establishment of fake democracy complete with voting. The masses are fooled into believing that some form of "due process" exists. The game is being played out in Lebanon as well, and may someday apply to the corrupt Saudi regime. Therefore, the third reason for Middle East meddling is to apply countermeasures to Islamic politicization.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Spheres of Influence
Another day in Hawai'i Kai has come and gone. I spent another hour on the neighbor's computer. However, I have run into a little problem. No details are necessary. I hope to have the solution by Friday. Moms and I only made a quick run to Foodland in Koko Marina. After we returned, moms broiled a salmon steak for lunch. Moms served up the latter along with leftover lamp-baked chicken, fresh vegetables, and rice. For dessert, Foremost® vanilla ice cream was dished up. I was able to spend a little more time chatting with moms.
I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I was then able to perform a leisurely workout at the gym. Afterward, I visited Foodland to purchase a small container of Kim Chee Mussel Poke. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Incidentally, I am continuing to read the book, "The Iranians," by Sandra Mackey. So, the book has been an unbiased account of the history of Iran. What I am finding is that a thorough understanding of Iran is pertinent to an overall conception of the Middle East today. Since Iran was relatively untouched by the Ottoman Empire, it retains many of the characteristics of the ancient Persian Empire. Interestingly enough, in the nation's weaker moments, it was invaded by the Arabs. Hence, Zoroastrianism was replaced by Islam. The Shia sect of Islam was given birth in Iran, specifically Qom. Mackey goes into a bit of detail about the divergent sects of Islam. We need to conceptualize the history of Iran in order to sift through the propaganda fed to us by the so-called "mainstream media." We are told that Iran has links to "terrorism" by supporting the various Shia militias. Yet, all Shia groups have a connection to Iran by means of origination. Shia Muslims and Iran are synonymous.
Iran has been predominantly Islamic for the last two centuries with its clerics holding most of the power to keep the nation intact. Yet Iran had always been a monarchy. Even with a king as head-of-state, the religious clerics were still very influential. Only when Reza Khan ascended to monarch, first of the Pahlavi Dynasty, did forced secularization occur, much to the chagrin of the clerics. Eventually, of course, the undercurrents eventually led up to the 1979 Islamic Revolution. Most of us were led to believe that the Ayatollah Khomeini and his crazed mullahs simply crawled out of the woodwork in 1979 and forced Islam on the unsuspecting population. That simply is not true.
However, that aside, my primarily goal is to find some clue about why there is so much animosity toward Iran by the "West." The nation has been peaceful. It has not attacked or invaded any other nation in over 200 years. Iran itself has been invaded many times over, though. And, in recent history, it was under both British and Russian "spheres of influence." The only answers are oil and "strategic access." What else could it be? Mind you, they are the very same reasons the US is in Iraq and Afghanistan.
I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I was then able to perform a leisurely workout at the gym. Afterward, I visited Foodland to purchase a small container of Kim Chee Mussel Poke. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Incidentally, I am continuing to read the book, "The Iranians," by Sandra Mackey. So, the book has been an unbiased account of the history of Iran. What I am finding is that a thorough understanding of Iran is pertinent to an overall conception of the Middle East today. Since Iran was relatively untouched by the Ottoman Empire, it retains many of the characteristics of the ancient Persian Empire. Interestingly enough, in the nation's weaker moments, it was invaded by the Arabs. Hence, Zoroastrianism was replaced by Islam. The Shia sect of Islam was given birth in Iran, specifically Qom. Mackey goes into a bit of detail about the divergent sects of Islam. We need to conceptualize the history of Iran in order to sift through the propaganda fed to us by the so-called "mainstream media." We are told that Iran has links to "terrorism" by supporting the various Shia militias. Yet, all Shia groups have a connection to Iran by means of origination. Shia Muslims and Iran are synonymous.
Iran has been predominantly Islamic for the last two centuries with its clerics holding most of the power to keep the nation intact. Yet Iran had always been a monarchy. Even with a king as head-of-state, the religious clerics were still very influential. Only when Reza Khan ascended to monarch, first of the Pahlavi Dynasty, did forced secularization occur, much to the chagrin of the clerics. Eventually, of course, the undercurrents eventually led up to the 1979 Islamic Revolution. Most of us were led to believe that the Ayatollah Khomeini and his crazed mullahs simply crawled out of the woodwork in 1979 and forced Islam on the unsuspecting population. That simply is not true.
However, that aside, my primarily goal is to find some clue about why there is so much animosity toward Iran by the "West." The nation has been peaceful. It has not attacked or invaded any other nation in over 200 years. Iran itself has been invaded many times over, though. And, in recent history, it was under both British and Russian "spheres of influence." The only answers are oil and "strategic access." What else could it be? Mind you, they are the very same reasons the US is in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Automatic Pilot
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was petrified in the forest of time. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary occurred. I rode on extremely crowded buses, maneuvered around extremely rude satanic gargoyles, and kept my sanity. In fact, I specifically did not react to anything. For the most part, I was locked in a deep introspection. The homeless guy itinerary, however, remained the same. I followed the latter as if I was on "automatic pilot." You know the drill.
Dinner was the same as last night (i.e., salad mix, baby carrots, and Spicy Ahi Poke) with larger portions. The Ahi Poke will remain semi-fresh for two days maximum since it is composed of raw fish. The Dole® packaged salad mix appears to have about a four-day shelf-life. Thus, I will be going to the supermarket more frequently. I will also consider the purchase of other kinds of poke (e.g., mussel, imitation crab, tofu, or fish cake) as some may have a longer shelf-life. The only drawback of the new diet is that there is considerably less bulk. The calorie count is also extremely low, which means that I may risk malnutrition. I am contemplating the addition of a couple of slices of bread to bulk up the meal. Of course, the remediation would not have been necessary had I not made the shocking discovery that we are being poisoned by most of the food that we consume.
Dinner was the same as last night (i.e., salad mix, baby carrots, and Spicy Ahi Poke) with larger portions. The Ahi Poke will remain semi-fresh for two days maximum since it is composed of raw fish. The Dole® packaged salad mix appears to have about a four-day shelf-life. Thus, I will be going to the supermarket more frequently. I will also consider the purchase of other kinds of poke (e.g., mussel, imitation crab, tofu, or fish cake) as some may have a longer shelf-life. The only drawback of the new diet is that there is considerably less bulk. The calorie count is also extremely low, which means that I may risk malnutrition. I am contemplating the addition of a couple of slices of bread to bulk up the meal. Of course, the remediation would not have been necessary had I not made the shocking discovery that we are being poisoned by most of the food that we consume.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Retroactive
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am this morning. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai. Along the way, we dropped by to visit the mother of one of my bro's friends. We stopped off at Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. I helped moms with a few chores when we returned. Moms had to cook a batch of rice for lunch. So, I spent about 45 minutes at the neighbor's place. The neighbors ended up purchasing a new computer to replace the old one. I put together the system and configured it.
Moms served up lamp-baked chicken courtesy Foodland, along with fresh vegetables and rice. For dessert, we ate Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms until 1pm. Then, I ended up back at the neighbor's place to set up the new printer. There's still a lot more work to be done. I will have to restore the back-up data files from the old computer. And, no I am not getting paid to do the work.
I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure when I finally drove there at 2:15pm. I did my usual cardio workout at the gym. Then, I shopped for groceries at Foodland. I purchased two Dole® packaged salad mixes, a bag of baby carrots, and a small container of Spicy Ahi Poke. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores as my last task for the day.
My modified dinner diet commenced today. I served up exactly what I purchased ... plain salad mix, a stack of baby carrots, and Ahi Poke. After dinner, I cut and ate a navel orange. I am still uncertain about when I will finally use my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I doubt that I will use it as a contact grill. Most likely, I will end up using it to grill panini exclusively. Nonetheless, the new diet is in effect.
There was a reason why moms wanted to visit my bro's friend's mother today. About twenty years ago, my bro stormed out of the house and ended up staying there for a while. So, moms brought a small gift. Lots of crazy crap happened after I left for the mainland. I have discussed a few of the family antecedents in the old journal. I'm not going to repeat anything in the "blog." I did not recall that I did not return to visit for five years after I had come back for one Summer. Pops had made life a living hell. I told moms that I wanted to visit, but I couldn't deal with pops. Moms was very upset. In fact, I've known all along during my tenure in Cali that moms would not stop worrying about me until I returned for good. Thus, I finally did so about eleven years ago. That's all chronicled in day-by-day fashion in the old journal.
I'll be spending all evening in front of the computer as usual. I continue to look back every day at my own history. What did I do wrong? What did I do right? Have I redeemed myself? Have I discovered the "meaning of life"? Am I doing what is truly important over all else? I also look back and wonder about what would have happened if I had never left Hawai'i, or if I returned many years earlier. Where would I be today? What would I be doing? I don't even know.
Moms served up lamp-baked chicken courtesy Foodland, along with fresh vegetables and rice. For dessert, we ate Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms until 1pm. Then, I ended up back at the neighbor's place to set up the new printer. There's still a lot more work to be done. I will have to restore the back-up data files from the old computer. And, no I am not getting paid to do the work.
I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure when I finally drove there at 2:15pm. I did my usual cardio workout at the gym. Then, I shopped for groceries at Foodland. I purchased two Dole® packaged salad mixes, a bag of baby carrots, and a small container of Spicy Ahi Poke. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores as my last task for the day.
My modified dinner diet commenced today. I served up exactly what I purchased ... plain salad mix, a stack of baby carrots, and Ahi Poke. After dinner, I cut and ate a navel orange. I am still uncertain about when I will finally use my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I doubt that I will use it as a contact grill. Most likely, I will end up using it to grill panini exclusively. Nonetheless, the new diet is in effect.
There was a reason why moms wanted to visit my bro's friend's mother today. About twenty years ago, my bro stormed out of the house and ended up staying there for a while. So, moms brought a small gift. Lots of crazy crap happened after I left for the mainland. I have discussed a few of the family antecedents in the old journal. I'm not going to repeat anything in the "blog." I did not recall that I did not return to visit for five years after I had come back for one Summer. Pops had made life a living hell. I told moms that I wanted to visit, but I couldn't deal with pops. Moms was very upset. In fact, I've known all along during my tenure in Cali that moms would not stop worrying about me until I returned for good. Thus, I finally did so about eleven years ago. That's all chronicled in day-by-day fashion in the old journal.
I'll be spending all evening in front of the computer as usual. I continue to look back every day at my own history. What did I do wrong? What did I do right? Have I redeemed myself? Have I discovered the "meaning of life"? Am I doing what is truly important over all else? I also look back and wonder about what would have happened if I had never left Hawai'i, or if I returned many years earlier. Where would I be today? What would I be doing? I don't even know.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Good Cop, Bad Cop (Reprise)
I have been skimming through the myriad editorials, commentaries, and citizen opinion about Barack Obama and his alleged mind-boggling shift in policies. In fact, I am laughing my ass off. The voting public, of course, consists of the the biggest dupes. Why could they not see that they were being misled? The red flag should have popped up when an unknown newcomer rose to the top of the dung heap. Well, there's a lot of hand-wringing going on now. And, the buzz phrase is "lesser of two evils." How did these fools get rooked into this conundrum, eh? Can't they see that they have been manipulated all along by the Fascists in power? Can't they see the "good cop, bad cop" ploy at work again? Yeah, they are shocked by the betrayal. Couldn't they see this coming after the 2006 election? Not a damned thing has changed since. Yet, the bottom line is clear. Even though the fools were duped, they are still enslaved. They have only two choices, they keep saying. Do they? What if they all voted for a third-party (i.e., independent) candidate? Will the Electoral College nullify the popular vote?
For all the talk about the "power of the people," there sure seems to be little show of it. All I can see and hear is wimpiness of the worst kind. They can only vote for one of two mainstream candidates. What happened to "freedom"? They can only vote for the "lesser of two evils." What happened to "democracy"? The Fascists came into to power and will remain in power because they already control the minds of the masses. The constraints are already in the minds of the masses. Can you believe it? Totalitarianism by mind control. No need for a police state. Mission accomplished.
Ultimately, we will be moving ever closer to the secular Apocalypse. Yes, my friends, the time is near. Religious types need to start praying for Armageddon because the latter will be less painful than the secular Apocalypse. We are seeing the culmination of an upwardly spiraling epidemic of the "seven sins." Eventually, the effects will reach a fever pitch and assure our mutual self-destruction.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been put in the dumpster of time. Absolutely nothing extraordinary transpired during my time in town. I followed the monotonous homeless guy itinerary with the precision of an atomic bomb. My only purpose for being in town was to do my usual workout at the gym. That I did and more, but in a leisurely manner. Sadly, the hottie gym trainer was conspicuously absent. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. The Indian guy apparently went on a cooking rampage. The kitchen downstairs looked as if a tornado struck. Food was splattered everywhere. Thousands of ants were feasting away. Well, hey! This is Slob Manor!
The rest of the afternoon and evening only holds more of same nonsense. I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans sans bread) for dinner. I am down to one last can of beans. I will not be restocking any more canned goods until further notice. Will I finally be using my new DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini Press? I doubt it.
I neglected to mention that I transferred $1,250 yesterday from my investment accounts to my local bank. I also received a notice stating that I qualify for $600 as per the so-called "economic stimulus" (i.e., tax rebate). Well, that was welcome news.
For all the talk about the "power of the people," there sure seems to be little show of it. All I can see and hear is wimpiness of the worst kind. They can only vote for one of two mainstream candidates. What happened to "freedom"? They can only vote for the "lesser of two evils." What happened to "democracy"? The Fascists came into to power and will remain in power because they already control the minds of the masses. The constraints are already in the minds of the masses. Can you believe it? Totalitarianism by mind control. No need for a police state. Mission accomplished.
Ultimately, we will be moving ever closer to the secular Apocalypse. Yes, my friends, the time is near. Religious types need to start praying for Armageddon because the latter will be less painful than the secular Apocalypse. We are seeing the culmination of an upwardly spiraling epidemic of the "seven sins." Eventually, the effects will reach a fever pitch and assure our mutual self-destruction.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been put in the dumpster of time. Absolutely nothing extraordinary transpired during my time in town. I followed the monotonous homeless guy itinerary with the precision of an atomic bomb. My only purpose for being in town was to do my usual workout at the gym. That I did and more, but in a leisurely manner. Sadly, the hottie gym trainer was conspicuously absent. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. The Indian guy apparently went on a cooking rampage. The kitchen downstairs looked as if a tornado struck. Food was splattered everywhere. Thousands of ants were feasting away. Well, hey! This is Slob Manor!
The rest of the afternoon and evening only holds more of same nonsense. I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans sans bread) for dinner. I am down to one last can of beans. I will not be restocking any more canned goods until further notice. Will I finally be using my new DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini Press? I doubt it.
I neglected to mention that I transferred $1,250 yesterday from my investment accounts to my local bank. I also received a notice stating that I qualify for $600 as per the so-called "economic stimulus" (i.e., tax rebate). Well, that was welcome news.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Art of Garbage
Well, I wrapped up Slave Day 2008 by unceremoniously consuming my last Mrs. Fields® cookie. I attempted to install the new Conexant® driver, but it would not install. The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker is still "fried." Thank goodness for Pure House Music and Tube8, eh? Oh, what a laborious Slave Day 2008!
I went through a few intrusive recollections of previous Slave Days and other celebrations. What a fool I was! I spent a lot of time and money in the pursuit of nothing. The end result was still the same. Now, I simply "cut out the middle man" and sit in my squalid room with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Am I missing out on life? Heck, I have always missed out on life. I have no dough. I can only be livin' large in a small way, which simply means that I was born a loser. Nothing can change that fact. Yet, why would I want to be a "winner"?
"Independence" is only going to come about either by means of the secular Apocalypse or Armageddon. Take your pick from the two cataclysmic emancipators. They will be our only options. Thanks to greed and corruption, the entire "system" is rapidly unwinding. We are looking at complete institutional collapse. Lots of pain and suffering ahead, that's for sure. There's really no more time to contemplate winners and losers, no more time for trivial pursuits.
With nothing better to do, I conceded to weakness and ended up at the Barnes & Noble® Café this morning. I drank a $3 cup of hot chocolate while perusing a few periodicals. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 11:25am. I choked down some granola for lunch. Then, I was on my way to the gym in Koko Marina.
I did my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. After a nice long shower, I walked to Foodland to purchase a rip-off $5.59 Chef's Salad, a couple of Reser's® frozen burritos, and a banana. I purchased the frozen burritos to keep the salad cool. After all, I was commuting by bus.
While I sat outside Foodland eating the banana, I saw the Route 1 bus pass by. I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked to the bus stop along Kalani'ana'ole Highway to see if I could board a Route 22 bus as a contingency. Thank goodness, I was on my way within minutes.
Back at Slob Manor, I observed that the bathroom sink was now clogged. Food chunks in the sink were attracting hundreds of ants. There are also lots of Styrofoam® containers lying around with rotting food in them. I will spare a description of the odor. The Indian guy apparently fancies fast food joints. The ants, of course, were feasting on the garbage. The whole second floor of the house is a dump.
The Indian guy returned from grocery shopping at 4pm. He haphazardly shoved sacks of crap into the fridge. I am now left with about one cubic foot of space in the entire fridge. Then, he spent the rest of the afternoon in front of the tube. There are petrified pieces of various unidentified food chunks on the floor in front of the futon (i.e., sofa) that the Indian sits upon while he watches the tube. That's what is left after the ants have completed their own feeding frenzy. There is also dried, decomposing food on the table that the microwave oven sits upon, and also one the dining table. Perhaps the Indian guy is an artist, the rotting food is his creation, and the whole second floor of Slob Manor is his canvas. I have never seen the inside of the Indian guy's room. However, he has never cleaned it, so I can just imagine. There are many more stories about the Indian guy's quirks. If the latter were not so pathetically funny, I would be somewhat perturbed.
I ate the Chef's Salad for dinner. What a treat! I will be making the conversion to my new diet sans canned goods next week. That's the plan anyway. I sure hope that I can fit my groceries into the one cubic foot of space that the Indian guy has allotted to me. Sheesh! The rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.
I went through a few intrusive recollections of previous Slave Days and other celebrations. What a fool I was! I spent a lot of time and money in the pursuit of nothing. The end result was still the same. Now, I simply "cut out the middle man" and sit in my squalid room with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Am I missing out on life? Heck, I have always missed out on life. I have no dough. I can only be livin' large in a small way, which simply means that I was born a loser. Nothing can change that fact. Yet, why would I want to be a "winner"?
"Independence" is only going to come about either by means of the secular Apocalypse or Armageddon. Take your pick from the two cataclysmic emancipators. They will be our only options. Thanks to greed and corruption, the entire "system" is rapidly unwinding. We are looking at complete institutional collapse. Lots of pain and suffering ahead, that's for sure. There's really no more time to contemplate winners and losers, no more time for trivial pursuits.
With nothing better to do, I conceded to weakness and ended up at the Barnes & Noble® Café this morning. I drank a $3 cup of hot chocolate while perusing a few periodicals. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 11:25am. I choked down some granola for lunch. Then, I was on my way to the gym in Koko Marina.
I did my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. After a nice long shower, I walked to Foodland to purchase a rip-off $5.59 Chef's Salad, a couple of Reser's® frozen burritos, and a banana. I purchased the frozen burritos to keep the salad cool. After all, I was commuting by bus.
While I sat outside Foodland eating the banana, I saw the Route 1 bus pass by. I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked to the bus stop along Kalani'ana'ole Highway to see if I could board a Route 22 bus as a contingency. Thank goodness, I was on my way within minutes.
Back at Slob Manor, I observed that the bathroom sink was now clogged. Food chunks in the sink were attracting hundreds of ants. There are also lots of Styrofoam® containers lying around with rotting food in them. I will spare a description of the odor. The Indian guy apparently fancies fast food joints. The ants, of course, were feasting on the garbage. The whole second floor of the house is a dump.
The Indian guy returned from grocery shopping at 4pm. He haphazardly shoved sacks of crap into the fridge. I am now left with about one cubic foot of space in the entire fridge. Then, he spent the rest of the afternoon in front of the tube. There are petrified pieces of various unidentified food chunks on the floor in front of the futon (i.e., sofa) that the Indian sits upon while he watches the tube. That's what is left after the ants have completed their own feeding frenzy. There is also dried, decomposing food on the table that the microwave oven sits upon, and also one the dining table. Perhaps the Indian guy is an artist, the rotting food is his creation, and the whole second floor of Slob Manor is his canvas. I have never seen the inside of the Indian guy's room. However, he has never cleaned it, so I can just imagine. There are many more stories about the Indian guy's quirks. If the latter were not so pathetically funny, I would be somewhat perturbed.
I ate the Chef's Salad for dinner. What a treat! I will be making the conversion to my new diet sans canned goods next week. That's the plan anyway. I sure hope that I can fit my groceries into the one cubic foot of space that the Indian guy has allotted to me. Sheesh! The rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Slave Day 2008
I previously referred to the holiday as "Independence" Day. However, let's face the facts ... there is no independence except for the extremely wealthy elite class. The rest of us are slaves, to wages or to poverty. Or, to both. Yet, many of the peons are still unable to distinguish their asses from a hole in the ground. They continue to live "high on the hog" until they either run out of petrol or money. Or, both. The "system" is unwinding, at least for the proletariat class of losers. Yet, the losers remain ensconced in denial. Welcome to Slave Day 2008!
I was tempted to spend the morning in the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. However, what would be the purpose? I no longer consume coffee. I once believed that part of the ideal retirement package included a daily Barnes & Noble® Café Continental Breakfast. Now, I am ambivalent to the idea. I am not a petit (read: petty) bourgeois. I am a homeless guy emulator. I am a mendicant monk.
I was up fairly early this morning. My first task was to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck. The latter is now not a task that I look forward to engaging in. Washing the truck is cumbersome. Obviously, it is not a full-sized truck, but it is a big-ass truck nonetheless. In fact, it dwarfs the previous model. With that accomplished, I parked the truck on the side street so that the birds could continue dropping turds on it. The bird turds of late have been of a highly resilient compound. The turd is like a resin. Some of the turds actually dissolve the paint, as I discovered, much to my chagrin.
For brunch, I ate a cup of Back to Nature® granola. I could not decide whether to go the gym in town or the one in Hawai'i Kai. I walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus destined for Hawai'i Kai, but changed my mind at the last minute. Obviously, I ended up at the gym in town. I did my usual workout. Then, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 2:30pm.
I had contemplated a visit to the supermarket to procure something special for dinner. Then, I asked myself, "Why bother?" Do I look like I am made of money? So, I nipped the idea in the bud. I sat on the floor of my squalid room for a long period of time. Everyone has places to go, people to see, things to do. I have nothing. Nada. Zilch. Fortunately, I was not invited anywhere. I have already vowed that I will no longer attend any social outings, if I am invited. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Incidentally, the vanity area of the bathroom that I share with the Indian guy is a complete mess once again, as I predicted. There are chunks of hair and shards of dead skin all over the place. The Indian guy shaves his head and body. I had also cleaned the microwave oven because I could barely stand to put anything inside it. There were dried up food explosions and spills over the entire interior and parts of the exterior. In a few days, it will look the same as before.
I discovered that the Toshiba® Support site now features several updated device drivers, one being the Conexant® HD audio driver. However, there is no list of applicable models. So, I am not certain whether the driver will work with my notebook computer. It could very well be the same generic driver that caused me grief.
The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker froze up sometime on Wednesday night. Its database is locked into one moment in time with statistics still available. Yet, it is refusing all connections. Normally, the tracker reboots itself and returns to normal for a little while. Strange things.
I have yet to even unbox my Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I am now contemplating its return to Macy's® so that I can procure the cheap Proctor Silex® compact grill. The latter is much more befitting my monk life-style. Sheesh!
I was tempted to spend the morning in the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. However, what would be the purpose? I no longer consume coffee. I once believed that part of the ideal retirement package included a daily Barnes & Noble® Café Continental Breakfast. Now, I am ambivalent to the idea. I am not a petit (read: petty) bourgeois. I am a homeless guy emulator. I am a mendicant monk.
I was up fairly early this morning. My first task was to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck. The latter is now not a task that I look forward to engaging in. Washing the truck is cumbersome. Obviously, it is not a full-sized truck, but it is a big-ass truck nonetheless. In fact, it dwarfs the previous model. With that accomplished, I parked the truck on the side street so that the birds could continue dropping turds on it. The bird turds of late have been of a highly resilient compound. The turd is like a resin. Some of the turds actually dissolve the paint, as I discovered, much to my chagrin.
For brunch, I ate a cup of Back to Nature® granola. I could not decide whether to go the gym in town or the one in Hawai'i Kai. I walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus destined for Hawai'i Kai, but changed my mind at the last minute. Obviously, I ended up at the gym in town. I did my usual workout. Then, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 2:30pm.
I had contemplated a visit to the supermarket to procure something special for dinner. Then, I asked myself, "Why bother?" Do I look like I am made of money? So, I nipped the idea in the bud. I sat on the floor of my squalid room for a long period of time. Everyone has places to go, people to see, things to do. I have nothing. Nada. Zilch. Fortunately, I was not invited anywhere. I have already vowed that I will no longer attend any social outings, if I am invited. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Incidentally, the vanity area of the bathroom that I share with the Indian guy is a complete mess once again, as I predicted. There are chunks of hair and shards of dead skin all over the place. The Indian guy shaves his head and body. I had also cleaned the microwave oven because I could barely stand to put anything inside it. There were dried up food explosions and spills over the entire interior and parts of the exterior. In a few days, it will look the same as before.
I discovered that the Toshiba® Support site now features several updated device drivers, one being the Conexant® HD audio driver. However, there is no list of applicable models. So, I am not certain whether the driver will work with my notebook computer. It could very well be the same generic driver that caused me grief.
The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker froze up sometime on Wednesday night. Its database is locked into one moment in time with statistics still available. Yet, it is refusing all connections. Normally, the tracker reboots itself and returns to normal for a little while. Strange things.
I have yet to even unbox my Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I am now contemplating its return to Macy's® so that I can procure the cheap Proctor Silex® compact grill. The latter is much more befitting my monk life-style. Sheesh!
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Looking Behind
While listening to the new mix by Deep House Cat and DJ Da Funk on Pure House Music, I decided that I must restore the Brothers of the Immaculate Roach, that is, the original monastic order that was ordained in the days of old back at the Roach Motel in Convalescent City. Life for the ol' lavahead has come full circle. He is living the exact same life-style that he did back then, including the use of a sleeping bag! Remember the infamous One-Man House Parties? Yeah! How about the Festival of the Baked Beans? Or, the cheap dim lamp that almost caused the ol' lavahead to go blind? How about the even cheaper Tandy® notebook computer? Or, the crappy modem lying on the floor? Oh, I could go on and on.
I was back in Hawai'i Kai this morning. My purpose there was to assist one of moms' neighbors (not the House of Lolo) who were plagued with a few computer problems. Assisting people with their computers is not a favorite task of mine. Usually, the computers are technologically out-of-date and barely running current software. The same problems pervade every incident ... failing components and extremely slow response times. More often than not, the hard drive is almost completely full, so not much virtual memory can be paged by the operating system. The worst part is that it takes a lot of time to resolve the issues. However, the solutions are simple and straightforward. The neighbors had to be somewhere in an hour or so. Thus, I was only able to invest about 20 minutes of time. I was still able to "clean up" a few problems. Frankly, though, I thought that my computer nerd days were done and over.
Moms was not due back until 11am. So, I walked to the library and spent a few minutes there. When I returned, I had a short wait before moms' arrival. Moms and I made a quick jaunt to Foodland in Koko Marina in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Moms had to purchase a gift card. We also procured a couple of barbeque steak plate lunches (available every Thursday at Foodland). Later, moms served Foremost® vanilla ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 12:45pm.
I drove back to Koko Marina and parked by the library. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. Then, I browsed through Foodland again, although I made no purchase. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores for no particular reason. Granola for dinner again. Yeah! The evening? Same ol' shit.
I was back in Hawai'i Kai this morning. My purpose there was to assist one of moms' neighbors (not the House of Lolo) who were plagued with a few computer problems. Assisting people with their computers is not a favorite task of mine. Usually, the computers are technologically out-of-date and barely running current software. The same problems pervade every incident ... failing components and extremely slow response times. More often than not, the hard drive is almost completely full, so not much virtual memory can be paged by the operating system. The worst part is that it takes a lot of time to resolve the issues. However, the solutions are simple and straightforward. The neighbors had to be somewhere in an hour or so. Thus, I was only able to invest about 20 minutes of time. I was still able to "clean up" a few problems. Frankly, though, I thought that my computer nerd days were done and over.
Moms was not due back until 11am. So, I walked to the library and spent a few minutes there. When I returned, I had a short wait before moms' arrival. Moms and I made a quick jaunt to Foodland in Koko Marina in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Moms had to purchase a gift card. We also procured a couple of barbeque steak plate lunches (available every Thursday at Foodland). Later, moms served Foremost® vanilla ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 12:45pm.
I drove back to Koko Marina and parked by the library. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. Then, I browsed through Foodland again, although I made no purchase. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores for no particular reason. Granola for dinner again. Yeah! The evening? Same ol' shit.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Quest for Food
Another scorcher of a day did not deter moms and I from making the usual rounds around Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck. We stopped of at Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We picked up Beef Curry plate lunches to-go from Loco Moco. After lunch, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 12:35pm.
I drove to Koko Marina and parked my truck up the street from the library. Even with petrol prices being so so high, the number of clowns driving around is increasing. I dropped of moms' bill payment at Straub Clinic before ending up at the gym. I did my usual workout with no wait time for equipment. It seems that the best time to go to the gym in Hawai'i Kai is right around noon.
After the gym, I made my own rounds to Foodland, then to Longs® and Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I looked around for ideas and ingredients for dinner projects to be grilled on my new Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. All I ended up with was two Mrs. Fields® cookies from Longs®. Sheesh! Sadly, I should mention that I donated my Progressive® microwave rice cooker (made in China) to Goodwill. I have never even used it. Will that be the eventual fate of my Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and Panini press? Incidentally, I noticed that Longs® carries a cheap Proctor Silex® compact grill for $16 and some change. That's probably what I should have purchased.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:45pm. Dinner consisted of granola and one generic frozen burrito. I am not certain that I can tolerate Bisphenol-A-laced canned beans much longer for dinner. The thought makes me ill. I have two cans remaining in my inventory, by the way. The evening? Same ol' shit.
I drove to Koko Marina and parked my truck up the street from the library. Even with petrol prices being so so high, the number of clowns driving around is increasing. I dropped of moms' bill payment at Straub Clinic before ending up at the gym. I did my usual workout with no wait time for equipment. It seems that the best time to go to the gym in Hawai'i Kai is right around noon.
After the gym, I made my own rounds to Foodland, then to Longs® and Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I looked around for ideas and ingredients for dinner projects to be grilled on my new Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. All I ended up with was two Mrs. Fields® cookies from Longs®. Sheesh! Sadly, I should mention that I donated my Progressive® microwave rice cooker (made in China) to Goodwill. I have never even used it. Will that be the eventual fate of my Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and Panini press? Incidentally, I noticed that Longs® carries a cheap Proctor Silex® compact grill for $16 and some change. That's probably what I should have purchased.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:45pm. Dinner consisted of granola and one generic frozen burrito. I am not certain that I can tolerate Bisphenol-A-laced canned beans much longer for dinner. The thought makes me ill. I have two cans remaining in my inventory, by the way. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Future Poverty
The weather was extremely hot and humid yesterday. Then, sometime early this morning, the rain commenced. The rain cleared up before I departed for town. However, the sky remained cloudy and overcast all day. Aside from extreme weather changes, the homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day remained intact. Nothing noteworthy happened. Thus, I was able to follow the homeless guy itinerary effortlessly.
I have been watching my investment accounts yield less and less each month, thanks entirely to Ben Bernanke at the Fed. The asswipe is responsible for forcing poverty upon countless numbers of senior citizens who depend on fixed incomes like the ol' lavahead. The Fed is going to lower short-term interest rates down to zero percent and keep it there for at least one year. The Fed cannot raise those interest rates anymore. Two percent is already way too high for its liking. And, the rates must remain low in order to fund the incursion into Iran.
As I've stated ad nauseum, dropping short-term interest rates simply means injecting more inflated dollars into the "system." The effects of the rate cuts up until now will not be felt for a few more months. Hence, we can expect the cost of petrol to continue to rise at about five cents per gallon per week. Here in Honolulu, the price for the lowest octane of petrol is now hovering at $4.40 per gallon. Add 20 cents for "premium" grade. I've also reported on exponentially rising food cost through empirical evidence. Sadly, it will only get worse.
I have been watching my investment accounts yield less and less each month, thanks entirely to Ben Bernanke at the Fed. The asswipe is responsible for forcing poverty upon countless numbers of senior citizens who depend on fixed incomes like the ol' lavahead. The Fed is going to lower short-term interest rates down to zero percent and keep it there for at least one year. The Fed cannot raise those interest rates anymore. Two percent is already way too high for its liking. And, the rates must remain low in order to fund the incursion into Iran.
As I've stated ad nauseum, dropping short-term interest rates simply means injecting more inflated dollars into the "system." The effects of the rate cuts up until now will not be felt for a few more months. Hence, we can expect the cost of petrol to continue to rise at about five cents per gallon per week. Here in Honolulu, the price for the lowest octane of petrol is now hovering at $4.40 per gallon. Add 20 cents for "premium" grade. I've also reported on exponentially rising food cost through empirical evidence. Sadly, it will only get worse.
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