Memorial Day 2010

Holiday? No problemo. I could provide details, but why bother? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. My only true destination, of course, was the gym. Even though I only performed a mediocre workout, I was satisfied that I accomplished something.

Most people were spending the day with family, friends, and loved ones. Not so for the urban nomad. He spent all of his time alone. The highlight of his day was when he sat outside on the sole remaining concrete bench along the periphery of the office building adjacent to Kahala Mall. Time passed quickly while he gazed numbly into the parking lot. Thousands of 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) were coming and going. Oh, the horror!

Typical Gym Hottie

As to be expected, the Feedjit® Live Feed reported that all visitors to the "blog" are in search of pictures of young hotties. What?

Elusive, Very Elusive

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday ... the urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. In other words, even though he knows that his time is limited, he piddled away those precious moments. What a maroon!

Nothing seems to motivate the ol' lavahead. In fact, he continues to pore over portions of the book, "The Atlantis Blueprint," by Colin Wilson and Rand Flem-Ath. There's a lot of fabulous information in the book, but how does the latter benefit the oversized cranium?

I suppose that I have yet to get over the fact that we humans have only one life to live. I, like everyone else, have been indoctrinated with myths and legends since early on. Well, I wanted the truth. So, I found it. Now, I have regrets. I am only thankful that I did not sire any offspring. I shudder to think that they would have to suffer through a mortal life.

What really is the purpose of human existence? We only live a few decades, and then we're gone for good. We can accomplish quite a few things while we're around, but we won't be able to take anything with us. I try to think about all of the pain and suffering that has gone on during the myriad millennia that we humans have existed, most of which was intentionally inflicted. I wonder whether our perspective would be any different had religion not been so heavily embedded in humanity.

I've been trying to reframe the exodus to incorporate my new understanding of life as we know it. I am uncertain of my own purpose. I seek clarity, but there is none. Purpose is elusive. Or, perhaps, purpose is anything we want it to be.

Typical Atlantis Hottie

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Stupid, Very Stupid

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Because of the holiday weekend, the library was closed. However, I resorted to my alternative itinerary in order to fulfill my benign function. Yes, I ended up at Barnes & Noble® in Kahala Mall early this morning. Incidentally,tor some strange reason, the Chinaman was up at 6am with his shitty tube cranked up full blast. I really should pummel the asswipe once and for all.

Typical Bookseller Hottie

As usual, I rode the bus to town in order to accomplish my workout at the gym. I decided to take the long way back to Kahala Mall via Ala Moana Center and Waikiki. The hottie bookseller boarded the bus in Waikiki. Baby was looking mighty fine. The bus was nearly empty, but baby walked all the way to the back of the bus. I was sitting at one end of the long bench seat. Baby sat at the other end. Both baby and I alighted at Kahala Mall, but at different bus stops. Baby was apparently on her way to work.

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5pm, I could not find any parking on the side street for my Nissan® Frontier truck because the house across Kalani'ana'ole Highway is hosting another huge party. There's a huge party planned almost weekly. The rich bastards even hire several valets to park the cars. I can see why the homeowners along the side street become irate and vandalize any strange parked cars, not that I justify the latter behavior.

As always, I was privy to all kinds of rude behavior all day commencing with the Chinaman early this morning. Aside from the Chinaman, the rest of the fools are probably so-called "Christians." They believe that Jesus is coming back. He's not. They believe that they will be resurrected. They won't. It's a cruel joke, isn't it? False hopes allow people to live pathetic lives in the present. And, unless the idiots seal up the oil blowout in the Gulf of Mexico, we may well be seeing the beginning of the "Great Die-Off." Right now, there's a lot of loose lips hinting at using a nuclear device to seal the gusher. Is that the most damned stupid idea we've heard yet?

I've already seen a sampling of the public reaction. At the gym, only one of the many huge LCD widescreen tubes was tuned to a news channel. Within seconds, it was quickly changed to a sports channel, a basketball game no less. Crowds of idiots are out in force doing their part to "shop until they drop" and endlessly driving their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles). Frankly, no one really cares because technology will always solve the problem (so they think). We've had a number of untimely disasters, but the end of the world did not come about. Thus, humans have become more arrogant. They become invincible in their feeble little minds. Sadly, we are at the point where our own stupidity could lead to a terminal demise. However, stupidity has no bounds.

Deep, Very Deep

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well, except that moms and I ended up at Ala Moana Center instead. Moms wanted to shop at Robins, Longs®, and Sears®. Moms and I ate bento lunches at Shirokiya. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. The days continue to pass, and all I can say is, "The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned."

Well, since no progress is being made in any area, there was no other alternative than to listen to a few more great House Music mixes courtesy the Deep House Cat site. I'm listening to the "Grand Teton Mix," along with the "Moose Drool Mix" and the "Rothaus Mix." Deep, very deep.

Animal Farm

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... errrr, I meant ... the urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. In other words, same ol' shit.

One of the City "Clean Team" guys, Charlie, always rides the afternoon Route 1L bus with the ol' lavahead. About a month ago, he told me that he applied for retirement after 40 years of service. His target date was the end of the year. However, since then, the City has initiated "Furlough Days," so Charlie would be earning less money, and that would ultimately affect his pension payout. So, he decided to retire at the end of May. Thus, he rode the bus for the last time this afternoon.

Yesterday, Charlie told me that a Micronesian punk (complete with outdated "gangsta" clothes and gold teeth) wanted to pick a fight with him at the bus stop. I had just arrived at the bus stop when I saw a group of Micronesian teenagers walking by. I usually sit on one of the uncomfortable metal mesh benches (designed to deter the homeless) about a stone's throw from the bus stop. So, I did not witness the potential altercation. Charlie has no idea why the Micronesian gold-toothed goon was hassling him. I suspect that the punk wanted to steal the multiple bags of food that Charlie always brings home with him.

Three clowns boarded the bus along the way. They sat on the two parallel facing seats in the back end. Charlie, the urban nomad, and a high school punk were sitting on the long bench seat. Two of the clowns alighted at Kahala Mall. A few minutes later, I observed the high school punk pick up what looked like a wallet from the seat that one of the clowns was sitting at. He looked in the wallet. I could see cash. He then placed the wallet in his pocket. I am not sure why the remaining clown did not witness the event that transpired right in front of him. After a few more minutes elapsed, the remaining clown received a cell phone call from one of the other clowns. He started looking around for what I assumed to be the wallet. Then, he asked the high school punk and I whether we saw a wallet lying around. The high school punk shook his head in the negative. I said nothing. I could have forced the punk to hand over the wallet. However, I did nothing. In the days prior to my realization that "civilization" is a joke, I would have taken action. Now, I could care less.

Not to Worry

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. The highlight of the day was the restoration of my extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I find it hard to believe that I have done absolutely nothing for the past three years except to visit moms twice a week, hang out at the library, and work out at the gym. My life-style is no better than that of the homeless. Well, at least the homeless do not have to reside in a dump like Slob Manor (read: rental housing).

Incidentally, the most comprehensive coverage about the Gulf of Mexico oil blowout is available on The Oil Drum site. We can expect more incidents like the current one to continue. The problem is that the consumerist's world has an insatiable thirst for oil. As we are already in the midst of Peak Oil, I cannot help but wonder whether the world's citizens would rather eat food or drive around in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles). The answer, of course, is obvious given the previous idiocy with corn crops being diverted to ethanol production. Are people just that stupid? Is religion a sham? Same answer.

The stock market is allegedly tanking, but not to worry. After Ben "Handjob" Bernanke of the Fed injects more fiat currency into the "system," it will soar to Dow 17,000 as predicted. The Eurozone problem will cause the continuation of the zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) for at least three to five years, if not longer. All of the doomsayers are out in force predicting the "end of days" in about 6 months or so. As I have mentioned before, that's not going to happen. The moneychangers and powers-that-be have rigged the "system." The true indicator of the close proximity of collapse is whether the empire can effectively impose martial law and enact extreme draconian measures. If totalitarian shills have no ability to reign in a collapsing society, then there will be no collapse. Expect the rigged "system" to send the stock market soaring again. Expect the so-called "housing bubble" to inflate again. Expect at least one more "boom 'n bust" cycle. Only the downslope of Peak Oil will bring the "system" to its knees. By then, the empire will be ready to suppress any and all resistance.

What's Going On?

The day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Really? No, not really. I spent most of my time at the library lapsing in and out of a coma. The effect of sleep deprivation is finally catching up.

I am, however, taking a long hiatus from my research of lost civilizations. Unless more proof sees the light of day, there will be endless speculation. We already know that humans have been around a long time. The likelihood of earlier civilizations predating history is feasible. Does it even matter? We are living in this time period, not many millennia ago. What is most important is that we have finally exposed religion for the sham that it is. That, in and of itself, is a giant step toward freedom.

I have been remaining rather detached from world affairs, mostly because I cannot seem to get the truth about anything. The oil blowout (mistakenly called a "spill") in the Gulf of Mexico is a prime example. What is really going on out there? Then, there's the Eurozone economic meltdown, the Korean stand-off, and the empire's botched "war on terror" (read: war on Islam). Not to worry. As long as Ben "Handjob" Bernanke at the Fed keeps materializing money out of thin air, we'll be fine.

Clutter

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express® again. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. And, the rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

All I have been thinking about lately is the divestiture of my useless possessions. Obviously, all I think about is the same old nonsense. Yet, with the return of the gale force winds about five days ago, I have been more aware of the useless clutter that gets in the way of my daily cleaning regimen with my humble dustpan and brush. Clutter, no matter how large or small, is a sickening aspect of the so-called "ownership society." To avoid any sort of clutter, one must own nothing.

Owning nothing in the "ownership society" is akin to extreme poverty. Even the homeless have a variety of possessions, useless or not. However, I have no idea why I have so much difficulty in determining between what is a necessity and what is a useless piece of crap. I claim to be mendicant, but I somehow end up with things that I absolutely do not need (the latest being the now-deprecated DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press).

When I purchased most of my junk (with the exception of the "condotel" unit and my Nissan® Frontier truck), I clearly had in mind that I could easily divest the crap by simply donating all of it to charity or giving it away to worthy individuals. So, why is the junk still sitting around?

Alas, the conundrum was apparent to me four years ago (refer to the "blog" of July 16, 2006). Right now, I keep telling myself that I need to sell the stuff in order to recoup some of the loss. Or, I should keep the stuff because I may need it later. Oh, brother. I have been far more adulterated by the consumerist's creed than I had previously thought.

Rote, Very Rote

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. That about sums up another Sunday in the city of fools. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) about an hour earlier than usual. I continued the task of consolidating the pathetic remnants of my useless possessions. Obviously, nothing noteworthy was actually accomplished.

Typical Consolidation Hottie

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Alter-Ego

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. At the library, he completed the reading of the book, "The Hiram Key," by Christopher Knight & Robert Lomas. Well, the Judaism connection to Egypt is finally exposed by means of historical evidence and obscure Freemason rituals relating to Hiram Abif, the alleged builder of Solomon's Temple in Jerusalem. The real shocker is the authors' assertions that Freemasonry was originated by the last of the Knights of Solomon's Temple (i.e., Templars). "The Hiram Key" and "Book of Hiram" are both in the "must read" category. Incidentally, both books are fully footnoted, and the ol' lavahead has read many of the cited sources.

By the way, I have been privy to increasing incidents of belligerence, rudeness, and sheer stupidity. Are all of the uncouth morons around me degenerating into troglodytes even further? Yes, they are. The increase in incivility is a sure sign of the collapse of social order. I am too detached from the so-called "mainstream" to be able to formulate an analysis. I can only guess that social collapse is starting from the bottom (i.e., lowest rank-and-file peons) and working its way upward the food chain. As an urban nomad, my life-style put me in direct contact with the lowest forms of human cretins (e.g., "useless eaters," homeless, minimum wage slaves). Their inability to get "one foot in the door" of the so-called "ownership society" will be their undoing. I expect this class of losers to eventually erupt in uncontrolled violence of the killing and maiming genre.

A class war has already commenced, however, with the strata just above the cretins and the cretins themselves. Knowing that the former still have some financial and social advantages over the less fortunate ones has increased their arrogance and hubris. Hostility toward those who are less fortunate is manifesting itself in belligerent condescending acts. As I am often mistaken for a homeless guy, I am at the receiving end of such behavior.

I am no soothsayer, but I can see myself in the not-so-distant future. I'll be "packing hardware" and most likely will be forced to use it once social order breaks down. The thought of having to exterminate many of the aforementioned troglodytes does not bother me. After all, morality is a human concoction to control the masses. The upcoming societal breakdown will be an explosive catharsis for a human population that has been enslaved for eons by religious dogma, political rhetoric, and economic apartheid. Sadly, most people will completely "lose it." Like rabid mutts, they will have to be "taken down." Mark my words, I will be there as the personification of my alter-ego, Dirty Kimo (refer to the old journal for more details).

Typical Alter-Ego Hottie

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8 Zip 8 Men

(12.19.17.6.15) Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Yummy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I decided to take a risk and park my Nissan® Frontier truck along the side street for the weekend. The street is now newly paved. Will I be privy to another episode of vandalism? Parking in the Slob Manor driveway has been a nightmare. In addition to being too cramped to maneuver, there is a hideous palm tree which hovers over my parking spot. Every morning, my truck is coated with dirt from the roadwork on the side street and plant residue thanks to the hideous palm tree. The plant residue is like glue. After three days, I can barely see out the windows. So, that's why I am risking vandalism by parking on the side street.

I have not been sleeping very well as of late. My mind remains quite active at night, much to my chagrin. After discovering what is most likely the truth about the farce called "civilization" and the entirely bogus nature of religion, I became unsettled (an understatement, at best). Although I have made some inroads toward "freedom," I still remain shackled to the damned "ownership society." Well, it's more like an anchor that's pulling me underwater. To be honest, I am actually running out of options and time.

The empire is a juggernaut that is barreling along toward collapse. The doomsayers are most likely correct in their prognosis, that is, if the game wasn't rigged. Collapse should have come about over a year ago. It didn't. And, although the signs of collapse are appearing again, the game is still rigged. An incredible (i.e., infinite) amount of fiat money is being injected into the "system." That, by the way, is the definition of "zero interest rate policy" (ZIRP). As long as hyperinflation does not rear its ugly head, then more and more money can be injected into the "system." Where is it all going? Obviously, the banks are borrowing huge sums of cash with no interest and reinvesting it. The so-called "recovery" is simply the "trickle down" effect of the huge profits realized by those banks. You read correctly. The banks' profits are so great that they registered an upsurge in the economy.

Many of the empire's citizens are buying up gold, guns, and freeze-dried food in preparation for the collapse. Can we all be that stupid? The moneychangers and powers-that-be are not not soothsayers. However, they do know the future because they have rigged the "system." The collapse is effectively the "Great Die-Off." There really is not much preparation that we, the lower echelon fools, can accomplish to circumvent the crisis. We can be damned sure that the ruling elite has covered all the angles. They already know what we may proactively attempt to do, and they have already installed countermeasures. We can be certain that, if the "Great Die-Off" has indeed been planned, then it will happen without a glitch. Now, take that to the bank! Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Furlough de Mayo (Reprise)

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Of course, this being "Furlough Wednesday" at the library. I had to modify the itinerary. We all know the drill already.

By the way, I received a letter from the California State Controller concerning the claim submitted on my behalf by Capital Pacific Group (see "blog" of July 31st of last year for details). The claim has been accepted. There is a little more "red tape" involved. So, I am not sure when I will receive the proceeds. At this point, there is also some uncertainty whether I will receive cash or shares of stock.

DeLonghi® Deprecation

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Or, plainly speaking, same ol' shit. The whole day was actually a leisurely jaunt, just the way it should be. After all, I am a semi-retired quasi-agnostic.

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I made my last panini this afternoon on my beloved DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I cannot really say that I enjoyed the meal. Everything has tasted like cardboard lately. Afterward, I unceremoniously wrapped the panini press in a plastic bag for temporary storage. I am not certain whether I will keep it or divest it.

As I had previously planned, I depleted almost all of my food that was in the second floor fridge. I will not be replacing any milk, cheese, or crappy frozen products. Bread and fruit are now stored in my squalid room. Most of my perishable food is stuffed in just one of the small vegetable drawers. I will no longer have to deal with the fridge-hogging stupidity.

"Big Bang" Bamboozle

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Who knew?

Yesterday, I completed the amended GET returns. I had to redo four (two G-45 periodic and two G-49 annual) forms. The G-45 periodic for December 2008 did not need a revision. I will be mailing the forms on Wednesday. What has caused the sudden overzealousness at the State Department of Taxation, pray tell? My guess is that the budget crisis now has many State employees scurrying to look "valuable." After years of sitting on their fat asses and collecting a paycheck, the "chickens have come home to roost."

With absolutely no legitimate readers of the "blog" in existence, I can take the time to digress and briefly discuss the Creator and why I believe the latter entity exists. The universe is said to have originated in a "Big Bang." The proof is that the universe is expanding in such a way as to infer its origin in what is known as the "Singularity," a very small object of infinite mass. As everyone knows, a small object of infinite mass is unlikely to explode in an outward fashion. Infinite mass suggests infinite gravity. Thus, an infinite force had to be exerted upon the small object of infinite mass to completely disperse it. The total dispersion involved an infinite number of sub-atomic particles. During the very short time known as Planck's Period, the sub-atomic particles joined together miraculously to form the simplest atoms (e.g., hydrogen and oxygen). All matter in the universe came from that small object of infinite mass. Where did the object come from? What was the source of the infinite force that caused its dispersal? How and why did the sub-atomic particles group to become atoms? The answer to those questions leads to the Creator.

I have come to partially understand the Creator. And, I am very certain that the Creator is not any of the personifications which exist in the minds of humans. In other words, there is no reason to believe that humans were "created in the likeness of God." Lifeforms are a very minuscule part of the universe. Almost all of the matter in it is inanimate, which suggests that lifeforms may not be as important to the Creator as we would believe. If the lifeforms on earth are so precious, then why didn't the Creator just make the earth, the moon, the sun, and nothing else? Better yet, why not create an infinite flat earth with a perpetual sun? Why bother with a large expanse of stars, nebulae, and other astral bodies? Then, again, why not create the entire universe intact without a "Big Bang"?

In retrospect, I must now reconsider that Viktor Frankl's milestone, "Man's Search for Meaning," is probably the best elucidation of the implied topic. I no longer possess the book, so I may have reacquire it. Frankl offers the best opinion on how to live a mortal life well.

Projecting Into Nothingness

"Believe nothing just because a so-called wise person said it. Believe nothing just because a belief is generally held. Believe nothing just because it is said in ancient books. Believe nothing just because it is said to be of divine origin. Believe nothing just because someone else believes it. Believe only what you yourself test and judge to be true." -- Anonymous Buddha

The day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. My only deviation from a normal Sunday routine was a brief stopover in Aina Haina on my way back from town. I purchased an apple cobbler treat from Foodland Farms in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. Then, I walked across the street to the public softball field. I was able to sit at one of the picnic tables and eat my snack in peace. That was the highlight of my whole day. Well, at least I was not wasting my time in a religious church.

There was a time that I almost fell into the snare of religion. The pull is quite strong for low achievers and losers. I was the perfect target. In my lowest moment, when I was emancipated from wage slavery and confused, I began to search the religious horizon. That's when I spent close to a year on my personal religious research (documented in the "blog") commencing with an initial read of the Good Book. Having the luxury of time to read, in effect, saved me from being ensnared. In the end, I came to understand that the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam), like all of its predecessors, is a farce.

What almost everyone does not understand is that the entire span of post-diluvian human civilization is based upon religion. By the way, my usage of the root word "diluvian" does not coincide with the Biblical flood. Rather, I am referring to the global deluge about 12,000 years ago. Religion determined the laws, sanctioned rituals, dispensed justice, maintained social order, and so forth as established by solar, lunar, and stellar deities. The "Age of Enlightenment" brought about the separation of church and state by means of replacing "rule by deities" with "rule by humans." Science and philosophy became pseudoreligions. However, the political power and draw of the establishment religions remained strong. The antecedent of early post-diluvian religion is still going strong.

In the modern secular age, traditional religion has been compartmentalized while newer forms of pseudoreligion (i.e., greed and the so-called "ownership society") have gained traction. The obvious result is a blur of morals and ethics. The human mind is not really able to comprehend the compartmentalization process. Hence, humans tend to breach the boundaries of each compartment relative to current situations. Traditional religion, though, is always in the background to provide hope, forgiveness, mercy, resurrection, and whatever else the compromised mind is able to conjure up.

The problem with religion is that it was designed to control the masses and establish a bloodline of ruling elite who, incidentally, still remain in power as we speak. The placebo effect of religion soothes the masses into complacency. Can you imagine what would happen if the masses were to finally realize that their religious beliefs are based upon a crude form of zodiac-based astrology?

For me, the shock was almost too much. I lapsed into a state of despondency, only to have my sanity further tested by the ignorant fools around me. I continue to be frozen in inaction because I have no idea about what to do next. When every aspect of human life has collapsed into a pathetic joke, there really is no viable contingency. One can only view life at face value. There are no hidden meanings. So, at this moment in time, I am attempting to "regroup" and go from there.

Post No. 1,476

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Of significant note, I have now commenced my fourth year of emancipation from wage slavery. Wheee!

At the library, I completed reading the book, "Book Of Hiram: Freemasonry, Venus, Secret Key To Life Of Jesus," by Christopher Knight & Robert Lomas. A fascinating book, which goes well beyond the topic of Freemasonry including the Groove Ware People, the Book of Enoch, and more. Reviews of the book are quite critical, as to be expected. Anyone deeply entrenched in religion, particularly the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam), would most likely be offended by the book's coverage of religion and its origins.

I have yet to install Ubuntu Linux "Lucid Lynx," although I am making preparations for the transition. I always perform a full installation rather than rely upon the upgrade option. Therefore, I must backup all of my files. I may yet abort the project.

Somewhat Free

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? Classic urban nomad, of course.

When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) late this afternoon, I reluctantly washed my Nissan® Frontier truck. I didn't exactly have a choice since the truck was completely coated with crap. I could barely see out the windows. The residue is the result of the roadwork on the side street. The road itself was scraped of the old asphalt about two weeks ago. I have no idea when it will be paved. In the meantime, the greasy asphalt dust is blowing everywhere.

Well, hard as it may be to believe, I have just completed my third year of emancipation from wage slavery. Yes, three whole years have gone by, and I have done nothing. I have no income. My savings are being depleted, thanks to the so-called "ownership society." However, I am free ... somewhat.

Religion & Time

Time is certainly important to humans. After all, we only have a limited amount of time to cavort about the planet. For us in the 21st century, time is rather conveniently calculated. However, in the antediluvian world, time was elusive. In my own quest to discover the lost past, I believe that I have stumbled upon the correlation between religion and time.

Amongst the early humans, there had to be astute individuals who became keenly aware of the relationship of the sun, moon, and stars and observable events on earth. Days, months, and years can be partitioned. Seasons, tides, weather, biological cycles, lifeform migration patterns, and global catastrophic events can clearly be synchronized to the relative position of the astral bodies. Over a long period, a pattern of repetition can be deduced. Thus, astronomy was most likely the first acquired and practiced science by humans.

The science of astronomy would have had to be passed down through generations by an oral tradition. I would assume that early human scientists had to discover a way to pass the information as effectively and accurately as possible. The use of allegories and metaphors may have resulted in the names for the stars and zodiac caricatures for essential star groupings. The knowledge was most likely passed down in a familial fashion. Hence, an entire tribe or clan did not all share in that knowledge.

The ability of the early astronomers to collect data and make somewhat accurate predictions eventually afforded them a lot of power. They most likely became the ruling elite of the clans and tribes. In sharing a portion of their knowledge, making predictions, or warning of trouble ahead, the early astronomers may have had to resort to the use of metaphoric zodiac caricatures (usually in the form of animals or other common creatures). Stories in the form of allegories helped to facilitate a kind of mental animation. The astronomers subsequently became more like what we would call "priests." Their positions in clan or tribal leadership would later advance to that of "priest-kings."

The concept of gods and dieties developed as the allegories came to life in the vivid mental animations conveyed to the masses. As the zodiac caricatures danced about slowly in the night sky, ideations of zodiac gods became reality. In essence, though, the term "god" was probably just a placeholder for a big question mark. No one really knew who or what was up there in the "heavens."

As the tribes grew larger, the "priest-kings" would eventually yearn to return to the days of being pure scientists. Hence, they separated their office and anointed figurehead kings to rule while they pulled the strings in the background. Religion would be compartmentalized for the first time. The "priests" would have to fabricate a supernatural-based genealogy in order to validate their anointed kings.

The early antecedent of religion began with the quest to measure time. The most accurate clock available to early humans was the astral bodies in the sky above. In due time, the science of astronomy became astrology. The astrological zodiac calendar became a pantheon of gods. Is my thesis viable? Who knows? As for the rest of the day ... The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Life Mumbo-Jumbo

"The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned," the latter being a proposed general statement that may be used in lieu of new content in the "blog." Can you imagine seeing that same lone statement every single day in the "blog"?

At the library, I completed reading most of David Icke's book, "Tales from the Time Loop." A large portion of the book was devoted to the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials (SSREs) and other sundry extraterrestrials. I may or may not revisit the topic. My research continues to take me in all directions. I am careful now to only mention books after I have completed them. I observed that the last four books that I read (and mentioned in the "blog") have been checked out. Coincidence? Very unlikely since, according to the Feedjit® Live Feed, there are no legitimate readers of the "blog." However, better safe than sorry, eh?

I continue to parade myself through the joke known as "life," a seemingly pathetic joke at that. To understand that there is no valid basis whatsoever for any aspect of what we call "civilization" or "society" is simply unnerving. Can there be any better definition of the word, "meaningless"? I am an engineer, not a philosopher, but I certainly cannot engineer my way out of this conundrum.

I have attempted in vain to discover the origins of human institutions, but history only goes so far back. Now, my research must take me into the realm of myths and legends. Perhaps some early truths have filtered through the oral traditions. For the time being, I can only conclude that a select few humans were conniving enough, even in prehistory, to fabricate a methodology to control the masses.

Religion appears to be the first and foremost method of control. However, when and how did religious ideations develop and come to fruition? Exactly how did early humans equate solar, lunar, and stellar astronomy with deities? We also have to understand that religion was not compartmentalized back then as it is now. Religion was all-pervasive.

Projecting back even further provides even less clues. We can assume that humans were first a small family that eventually grew to a clan, then a tribe. Families, clans, and tribes split up for a variety of reasons and moved to different locales. Why would religiosity even develop in those groupings? What was the compelling need for religiosity in the first place? I really cannot agree with any underlying thesis that early humans were ignorant and superstitious. Even if they were, how did they conjure up the idea of gods?

Well, I am getting a little ahead of myself. For the time being, religion is a bogus concept to me. I still stand steadfast in my belief in a benign Creator, which I will elaborate upon later. In the meantime, I must still continue to prepare for the exodus. I must also make better use of the last of my "good years." As far as I know now, this life is all that I have. It's a "one-shot" deal. Going "whole hog" and attempting to squeeze out as much debauchery as possible in a lifetime is not on my list, even though debauchery per se is really irrelevant. Sin is irrelevant. Our memories will cease to exist when we're gone, so it does not matter. We can only assume that we are free moral agents, but we must respect the agency of other lifeforms. Each of us must pursue a purpose within those constraints.

18 Uo 11 Chicchan

(12.19.17.6.5) The long visit came to an abrupt end last night. The Indian guy drove his mother to the airport sans fanfare. So ends another pathetic Slob Manor (read: rental housing) saga.

Well, I had gotten used to leaving early all last week, so I was on my way this morning at 7:10am. I ended up at Ala Moana Center. I purchased a cup of coffee and a banana at Foodland. I also traded one of my Maika'i Rewards vouchers for a pint of Häagen-Dazs® coffee ice cream. I ate the ice cream while sipping coffee in the Makai Market.

While at the library, I used a pay phone to call the State Department of Taxation on its toll-free line. After a 15-minute wait, I was connected with a "customer service representative." I nearly got into an argument because the stupid bitch had no clue about what I was asking. The only answer that I got was the location of the nearest office. From the library, I walked two blocks down Punchbowl Street. I was surprised to discover that the building was now "high security." Only a couple of years ago, I could walk right in. Now, I have to go through a security checkpoint. Who is going to blow up a non-descript State building? I obtained blank GET forms and exited the fortress. I will have to amend four tax returns. Thus, I will mail in the amended forms with a letter explaining my actions. Frankly, I do not want to hear from the State turds again.

Just Like Magic

Day ten of the long visit, with no end in sight. As to be expected, the Indian guy's mother (i.e., "Raj Momma") was up at the crack of dawn. Thus, I was on my way to Kahala Mall at 7am. Once the stores opened at 9am, I spent an hour in Barnes & Noble®. I met moms at the entrance to the mall at 11:15am. Moms was on her way back from a doctor's appointment. Moms and I shopped at Longs®, ate lunch at Panda Express®, and stopped off at Foodland in Koko Marina on the way back to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck. The rest of the day was formulaic urban nomad. Details? Who needs stinkin' details?

Let me be frank. My time outside of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is not much better. I am constantly subjected to an increasing population of "Me First" zombies, a sure sign that "society" is collapsing internally. Almost every zombie whom I encountered rudely stepped in front of me, blocked my way without moving, or bumped into me and acted like nothing happened. Driving on the road with myriad 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) is essentially the same. Fools are tailgating me or swerving in front of me just to shave a mere second off of their driving time. Do not blame my observations on hypersensitivity. I know what I am seeing. Let me quote Chris Hedges in support of my views:

As we devolve into a commodity culture, in which celebrity, power and money reign, the older, dimming values of another era are being replaced. We are becoming objects, consumer products and marketable commodities. We have no intrinsic value. We are obsessed with self-presentation. We must remain youthful. We must achieve notoriety and money or the illusion of it. And it does not matter what we do to get there. Success, as Goldman Sachs illustrates, is its own morality. Other people's humiliation, pain and weakness become the fodder for popular entertainment. Education, building community, honesty, transparency and sharing see contestants disappeared from any reality television show or laughed out of any Wall Street firm.

We live in the age of the "Übermensch who rejects the sentimental tenets of traditional religion. The Übermensch creates his own morality based on human instincts, drive and will. We worship the "will to power" and think we have gone "beyond good and evil." We spurn virtue. We think we have the moral fortitude and wisdom to create our own moral code. The high priests of our new religion run Wall Street, the Pentagon and the corporate state. They flood our airwaves with the tawdry and the salacious. They, too, promise a utopia. They redefine truth, beauty, morality, desire and goodness. And we imbibe their poison as blind followers once imbibed the poison of the medieval church.

The quote is from the article titled, "After Religion Fizzles, We’re Stuck With Nietzsche," which appeared on the Truthdig site.

Incidentally, Alan, the guy who lives downstairs in Slob Manor, had mentioned to me a few days ago that he discovered that the Indian guy is using some kind of debt consolidation service. Apparently, the Indian guy has about $37,000 in outstanding credit card debt. In addition, he also has about four years of payments left on his tawdry BMW® Z4. He apparently was delinquent in paying his part of the emergency hospital bill of two years ago. The bill went to a collection service. How does Alan get the information? Being a police officer helps, I suppose. So, the Indian guy appears to have gone "all out" to pursue the so-called "American Dream." Perhaps that is the reason why his mother is here. She is cleaning up the mess, and now the Indian guy must do obeisance to her.

The situation with the Indian guy clearly mirrors what is happening in the Eurozone. A €750 billion bailout sent global stock markets surging ahead. In the empire, the Dow is resuming its climb to 17,000 as I predicted. Where is all the money coming from? Well, where does Ben "Handjob" Bernanke of the Fed get the money? Why, he makes it appear out of thin air, just like magic.

Jerk-Off Jackasses

The Chinaman and his ho' returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at about one o'clock this morning. At 1:30am, I had to walk downstairs and ask the Chinaman and his ho' to shut up. His ho' (as with most Chink chicks) has a very annoying and shrill voice. Naturally, I could not go back to sleep after that.

The Indian guy's mother (i.e., "Raj Momma") was up at 5:45am again. With all of the noise, what could I do? I gathered my things together and sat downstairs until 7:10am. Then, I was off on my usual urban nomad trek. I found myself at Ala Moana Center much earlier than usual. I purchased a cup of coffee at Foodland. I had to sit outside on one of the benches along the periphery of the Makai Market because it did not open until 9am. Once open, I only sat in there briefly.

I meandered to the bus stop. I happened to observe a homeless Asian babe sleeping on one of the benches. A few minutes later, four mall security guards arrived. They began hassling the homeless babe. I had seen her before at the makai (read: oceanside) bus stop. She is recently homeless, judging by the way her possessions are packed in rather stylish handbags. And, she was obviously a hottie at one time. Her few weeks of homelessness has added years to her face. She said nothing until she apparently could not take the harassment any further. She cussed out the security guards. Then, she picked up her stuff and walked off. Two of the security guards followed her off the property. In fact, they followed her well beyond their jurisdiction. In the so-called "ownership society," the riff-raff must be cleared out in favor of the paying customers.

I rode the bus to town, completed my workout at the gym, and headed back to Ala Moana Center. Chronic fatigue forced me to purchase another cup of coffee at the ABC Store. I rode the Route 24 bus to Kahala Mall. Once there, I walked across the street to Zippy's. I purchased the $5 spaghetti plate lunch special for an early dinner.

At the mall, I spent about an hour or so at Barnes & Noble® before returning to Slob Manor. The jerk-off Indian guy and his mother were both sleeping. The Indian guy has been sleeping on the futon in the second floor common area. At about 5:30pm, they both departed for parts unknown. Unfortunately, they came back at 9:15pm. This is the ninth day of the extremely long visit. Give 'em an inch, and they take a mile.

Projecting Into Homelessness

Alas, no reprieve for the weary. The Indian guy and his mother (i.e., "Raj Momma") returned at 10pm last night. This morning, I was awakened by the Hindu floozy at 5:30am when there was a racket in the bathroom. Once I am awakened, I cannot go back to sleep.

I was on my way to town at 6:45am, if you can believe it. The day was somewhat laborious as I went through the motions of an urban nomad. The routine was the same nonetheless. No details are necessary. When I finally returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, both mother and son were fast asleep. Incidentally, this is the eighth day of the long visit. I have decided to inform the landlord whenever I get the chance.

I spent most of the day pondering the option to voluntarily become fully homeless. With the kind of nonsense that I have to tolerate at Slob Manor, I may as well be homeless. I don't have to pay rent to be exposed to non-stop stupidity. In any case, I can only make a few educated guesses about the homeless life. I will probably have to seek out one of the social services agencies and obtain an initial consultation. On the day that I choose to become homeless, I would like to have reserved a slot at one of the shelters.

My Nissan® Frontier truck would be returning to a parking structure (about $120 per month). I would attempt to use it for storage as well. Or, I would have to locate a very small and cheap storage unit. Eating healthy will become a problem. Laundry will be an inconvenience. Personal hygiene, however, can be easily facilitated at the gym. I will maintain my mailbox at the Post Office, and I can use the "condotel" address as my residence. The computer, the "blog" ... all up in the air.

The daily homeless regimen would most likely involve a lot of bus riding and shuffling back and forth between wherever I store my stuff and my intended destination. The latter regimen may be repeated several times per day. After living a sheltered life, the big question is: Can I handle the homeless life-style?

I will probably begin the preliminary groundwork for homelessness soon. I must consult with whatever social services agency that handles homeless issues. Then, if I can get myself into a homeless shelter, I will establish a target date. I will need to give 30 days notice to the landlord of Slob Manor, so the timing must be just right. Mind you, I will not be seeking any financial aid or entitlements because I do not qualify. In any case, I will be expediting the divestiture of my useless possessions.

Once the target date is established, I will need to plan out and execute a trial run of a typical day of homelessness. Obviously, most of the itinerary will be heavily dependent on the bus. I will also have to locate decent laundry facilities, soup kitchen lines, and food banks for the poor. More developments as they come up.

I have decided to reduce and limit the food that I keep in the fridge to one small drawer. I will devote the rest of the fridge and the entire freezer to the Indian guy. In order to cut down on food stuff, I will no longer purchase any milk, cheese, or frozen products. I will also not be purchasing deli-style bread, instead opting for long loaves of French bread. I will store the bread and fruit in my squalid room. In addition, I will be deprecating my beloved DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press (made in China) by enclosing it in a sealed plastic bag to prevent salt corrosion. I will be eating cold sandwiches from this point forward. Heck, I may even divest the panini grill. I don't want to store it if I become homeless.

Things Fall Apart (Continued)

Lots of noise woke me up at 5:45am this morning. Can you guess who the culprits were? I decided to get my things together and sit downstairs. I finally departed for Hawai'i Kai at 7:15am in my Nissan® Frontier truck, far earlier than usual. I meandered around in City Mill, Longs®, and Safeway®, the only stores that were open at such an hour. My visit with moms went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served pumpkin pie and Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert.

The rest of the day? I literally dragged my feet until I finally returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 6pm. I even ate my dinner, consisting of an overpriced blueberry muffin and a banana, while at Koko Marina. Well, back at Slob Manor, all was quiet. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

I attempted to call the State Department of Taxation about my latest problem. However, there was a recorded message stating the the offices were closed due to "Furlough Friday." Can you imagine the rage that overcame the oversized cranium? Sheesh!

Things Fall Apart

Not much new here with the urban nomad. I still have to deal with Asshole No. 1 (the Indian guy) and Asshole No. 2 (the Chinaman) and their inconsiderate ways. The Indian guy's mother (i.e., "Raj Momma") is still hanging out at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). We're rapidly approaching a week with an unauthorized stay-over. I suppose that's how cheapskates save money. The rest of the urban nomad kind-of-a-day? Same ol' shit.

Here's a timely excerpt from an article by William Rivers Pitt titled, "Things Fall Apart," which appeared on the Smirking Chimp site:

A third event took place in my own back yard this weekend that was not nearly as severe as a car bomb or an unchecked oil spill, but it chilled me to the bone nonetheless, and got me thinking long and hard about New York and the Gulf and the state of the nation itself. A few miles west of my home, a massive aqueduct broke and wiped out the water supply for two million people in the greater Boston area. The news was covered with warnings to boil water before drinking or preparing food. My wife and I have been doing exactly that, and we have had all the water we need.

A day after the water main break, however, the news became filled with stories of a darker nature. Apparently, people all over the city were getting into brawls in supermarkets trying to buy bottled water. I saw it myself at a Stop & Shop on Sunday afternoon when I went in to by paper towels; the place was stuffed with hyper-aggressive, panicky people pushing and shoving each other over bottled water they didn't really need to buy. They assumedly all had stoves and pots and taps and refrigerators in their homes, but instead, they dove into riot status and made a bad situation significantly worse.

It was sickening to behold, and says many things about our national character that are deeply uncomfortable to contemplate. An unknown person filled with hate tried to blow up Times Square. A shabbily-run oil rig might literally kill us all. A water crisis turned ordinary people into greedy, pushy animals right before my eyes.

The center cannot hold.

We need to understand what will happen during the time of collapse. What happened at the convenience store was altogether unpredictable. Even in a potential crisis, the consumerist mentality prevailed. Rather than boil water themselves, the idiots drove their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) to the store to purchase prepackaged water.

My own observations show that civility is rapidly decreasing, even in non-crisis situations. Selfishness, greed, and narcissism are also on the rise. I do not expect most people to function well in a cooperative environment. Would you want someone like the Indian guy or the Chinaman in your collective? As I stated a long time ago, people will most likely end up killing and maiming each other to obtain what they need by force.

I also do not believe that the complacent citizens of empire will rise up in rebellion against the status quo. The moneychangers and powers-that-be will easily thwart such an exercise and turn the morons on each other. More killing and maiming.

There's really not much that stands in the way of collapse. A simple rise in petrol prices to about $5 per gallon would be enough to spur a cascading wall of demand destruction, even without an actual Peak Oil event. An oil or food shortage would do us in permanently. That's where we're heading, on a collision course. I have often stated that I looked forward to that day because there just has not been enough pain and suffering, especially for the citizens of empire. However, pain and suffering is going to erupt into mass genocide. It may even trigger the "Great Die-Off."

Furlough de Mayo

What made the day noteworthy? Cinco de Mayo? No, amigos. "Furlough Wednesday" was once again upon us, leaving me with no option but to spend the morning at Barnes & Noble® in Kahala Mall. Later, when I arrived in town, I dropped off my gym bag at the gym and restored my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design.

After my usual workout at the gym, I checked my mail at the Post Office before returning to Kahala Mall. The State Department of Taxation is once again giving me grief, claiming that I did not file 2007 GET returns. That's three years ago, for fuck's sake. I have paid every cent of the damned GET. Naturally, I was beyond perturbed.

Fatigued as I was, I decided that I deserved a decent meal. Well, it wasn't that descent. I chose a mini Loco Moco plate lunch at L&L Drive Inn. Greasy, but delicious. Sadly, I have to admit that Zippy's Loco Moco tastes better. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the meal. I was the only person in the dining room, which really was beyond priceless to me.

When I returned home, I discovered that the Indian guy's mother (i.e., "Raj Momma") was not watching the tube. The Indian guy returned about 30 minutes later to have dinner with his mother. Apparently, he has not been able to get a day off from work. That's why his mother has been left to her own devices.

I also discovered that my squalid room and everything in it was coated with a thick black soot. The floor was sticky with the crap, and the soles of my feet turned completely black. Apparently, the dust is powdered asphalt from the repaving work on the side street where I used to park my Nissan® Frontier truck. I had to appropriate a few rags from the landlord in order to clean up the mess.

With each passing day, I am seeing that everything is coming apart at the seams. There are just too many people and not enough resources to go around. The "system" is overtaxed and is rapidly approaching critical mass. I know, I know ... we've been hearing the doomsayers calling for some kind of Armageddon since the turn of the century. Heck, I am even noticing stress fractures on a microcosmic level. Only money and banking remain somewhat intact. Believe me, the moneychangers and powers-that-be will do everything to keep the "system" going. Only Peak Oil and Peak Food will cause a worldwide collapse.

Frankly, I can't even see gold or other precious metals being worth much when collapse eventually comes about. For the time being, precious metals may provide a "hedge" against other volatile investments. However, no one can eat gold. And, gold won't power a 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile). If food or fuel becomes scarce, no one will barter either for precious metals. Only a high-powered semi-automatic gun will have bargaining rights.

Humanity & Plaque

Another routine day has passed in the life of the empire's favorite urban nomad. Are details necessary? Not really. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I observed that the Indian guy's mother (i.e., "Raj Momma") was glued to the tube again. The Indian guy has gone to work for the past two days even though his mother is here visiting. Is his mother going to spend the whole time watching the tube in the filthy second floor common area of Slob Manor? Perhaps he really did not want her to visit him, eh?

At the library, I spent all of my time perusing various picture books of ancient Egypt. Sadly, though, I have given up hope about any new knowledge concerning a lost civilization, Atlantis or otherwise. There is even less hope to discover the true origins of humanity. In addition, every religion from ancient recorded history onward, including the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam), have proven to be bogus. So, what's left? What does one do after discovering that one's life as well as the whole history and fate of humanity is a big joke?

By the way, I have switched to the high pressure tip when using my Waterpik® WP-360W Dental Water Jet or Water Flosser. So far, the unit has been working fine. It removes a good portion of plaque buildup, but not all. Thus, the Waterpik® can only be an adjunctive dental aid. A better investment would be one of the AC-powered countertop units, which also have large reservoirs. Going over each tooth carefully for three or four seconds would be optimal for cleaning.

Minor Riches to Rags

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms served lamp-baked chicken, fresh vegetables, and rice for lunch. And, Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert, of course. I was quite fatigued because of the additional noise and inconvenience of having a house guest (i.e., the Indian guy's mother). To make matters worse, we are experiencing a heatwave.

This morning, the Indian guy's mother was watching the tube in the second floor common area of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) when I emerged from my squalid room before departing for Hawai'i Kai. "Good morning," I said. "Raj Momma" just glared at me and said nothing. When I returned this afternoon, "Raj Momma" was still glued to the tube. However, when I attempted to put my groceries in the fridge, I noticed that every square-inch was taken up. Apparently, "Raj Momma" took some time out to cook for her beloved son. I almost blew a gasket when I saw a large cooking pot just inches away from a recently purchased carton of milk. Obviously, the hot pot was placed in the fridge right after cooking its contents. I am not able to purchase $3 (on sale) cartons of milk on a whim.

Slob Manor allegedly has rules. No overnight guests. No parties. No smoking. No noise. Both the Indian guy and the Chinaman have blatantly disregarded all of the rules. Only Alan and I seem to comply. One has to really wonder where society is heading. Mike Ruppert and other collapse doomsayers have stated that humanity will have to return to a community-based orientation once the "end times" come about. Yet, how is that possible? Very few people are willing to subject themselves to the rule of collectivism. Being able to socialize and "network" with others does not guarantee the ability to cooperate and compromise in a group survival exercise. There's just too much selfishness and narcissism amongst the ranks.

Expenses for the month went through the roof, even though I did not pay a dime in income taxes. I am clearly on a one-man spending spree, although I am still living a spartan existence. Yeah, the money is flowing out to pay for "services." That's a big industry in the empire these days. I'm gradually going broke. In time, I may end up penniless and homeless. I won't be alone, though. The moneychangers and powers-that-be will guarantee that.

Extraterrestrial Hamster Wheel

The weather turned hot and humid two days ago. The gale force winds subsided to a faint breeze, which brought the vog back in full force. Intermittent light showers did nothing to abate the heat. Naturally, the sugar ants proliferate in warmth. I am almost out of bug spray.

The threat of rain forced me to enjoy my morning coffee in the Makai Market at Ala Moana Center. The rest of the day was typical urban nomad stuff. I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 2pm, an hour earlier than usual. The possibility of rain sent everyone to the shopping malls. I did not want to become an unwitting participant in the consumer mall stampede.

I neglected to mention that I terminated the reading of Robert Temple's book, "The Sirius Mystery," a few days ago. Temple, of course, is one of the numerous proponents of extraterrestrial intervention in the distant human past. He believes that amphibious extraterrestrials brought civilization to earth eons ago. Let me revisit the extraterrestrial problem.

First, I will make the bold statement that life in the entire universe must follow the same formulaic pattern on earth. Physical laws govern the entire universe, so biological laws must also apply. We should find that life can only thrive in the same exact conditions as that of the earth. In addition, all forms of life should be nearly exact to that on earth. Same basic species, same biological progression. We cannot expect a race of amphibians with human characteristics. How would an amphibian even build a simple space ship with its webbed hands and feet?

There is no way that any biological creature would be able to travel light-years in space during its lifetime. Even if cryogenics were more advanced, the time required would still be beyond its capabilities. Travelling at the speed of light is impossible due to the conversion of mass to pure energy. The whole problem is a matter of physics.

David Icke, of course, is one step ahead. He believes that the space visitors are shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials (SSREs). They are somewhat amphibious, I presume. However, they need not travel through space to get to the earth. Apparently, they reside in a parallel universe in the so-called "multiverse." Somehow, they have discovered a way to penetrate the boundary that separates us from them. That's all fine, of course, until we realize that a being from a parallel universe could not effectively materialize in our universe. The laws of atomic physics would vastly differ. I would assume that, once the being "shape-shifted" into our reality, it would suffer immediate deformities or experience a complete collapse of its physiology.

Well, I have come to a better understanding about why I have not enjoyed my "retirement" (i.e., emancipation from wage slavery). During the past three years, I have not had the luxury of experiencing peace and quiet. I have solitude, but I must endure the latter along with endless noise, crowds, pollution, and so forth. In the end, I may as well be in the "rat race" or chugging along on the hamster wheel. Slob Manor, for example, is the epitome of a hamster wheel. Yet, as the world population keeps growing and humanity moves closer to collapse, there is no escape from the damned hamster wheel. Let's just chug along now, shall we?

May Day 2010

Last night, I began the consolidation of my vast hurdy-gurdy DVD library. I was able to reduce the total number of disks by two. I will do the same this evening to eliminate two more disks. Old material must make way for the new stuff.

At the library, I briefly returned from ancient prehistory to read Mike Ruppert's latest book, "Confronting Collapse: The Crisis of Energy and Money in a Post Peak Oil World." I was quite surprised to discover that my line of thinking has ran pretty much parallel to Ruppert's own creed.

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I observed the Indian guy busily cleaning and doing laundry. He informed me that his mother was going to be visiting from India ... today. He had not seen me around, so he was not able to inform me earlier. Has he ever heard of pencil and paper? I am not sure why he is letting his mother stay in the dump. Hotels in Waikiki are going for dirt cheap. For example, the Ala Moana Hotel is offering rooms for $40 per night. Isn't his mother worth that?

I have made absolutely no effort to upgrade my Ubuntu installation to "Lucid Lynx." I really don't want to go through all of the trouble to set the damned thing up again. "Karmic Koala" has a few minor problems, but I have it set up just right. Perhaps I should leave well enough alone for now.