8 Zec 9 Men

(12.19.17.8.15) I was up and on my way to Kahala Mall before 6am this morning, thanks to all the noise the Indian guy makes when he goes through the 3-S (i.e., shit, shower, and shave) routine. I opted to purchase a cup of coffee at Mickey Dee's®. Unbelievable as this may seem, I was automatically given the senior citizen discount for the coffee. Have I "arrived"?

My appointment with the dentist was at 8am. My tooth was repaired within 20 minutes, and no anesthetic was necessary. The cost? $148 and some change. Thank goodness that I received the unclaimed assets settlement a couple of weeks ago. The gumline cavity actually wasn't really a cavity. It seems that my teeth are literally crumbling because I am somehow grinding them, possibly in my sleep.

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai shortly afterward. Moms and I made the usual rounds. Then, we ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Dreyer's® 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. Incidentally, my sister-in-law and nephew are vacationing on the mainland. My bro chose to remain here.

Late this afternoon, I wrapped up my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press in preparation for transfer to a new owner. Yes, I was able to contact Shirley by e-mail. She said that she would gladly accept the gift. All that's left is to arrange a meeting and complete the transaction. I also mentioned to her that I am tentatively considering the sale of my Nissan® Frontier truck. I am now rapidly moving along with the divestiture of my useless possessions.

Ménagerie

Whassup wi' da urban nomad?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Same ol' shit.

Typical Ménagerie Hottie

Nihilism has essentially changed my life. Well, not my life per se. Rather, it has changed my entire outlook of life. Hopelessness and despair have been replaced by a meaningless void. There are no answers forthcoming, and I am no longer expecting any. I have been able to "filter" my vision such that I can see humans for what they really are. What I envisage is a ménagerie, sort of stylish zoo. Yet, a zoo is a zoo, no matter what.

Most humans do not realize that they are simply animals. Hubris has set in. Evolutionists do not even believe that humans are animals. Our alleged ancestors, the apes and baboons, are animals. Humans, they will tell you, are ... well, humans. Humans beings, homo sapiens, blah, blah, blah. Oh, to a nihilist, it's all so tiring.

The benign Creator designed us to be animals with no further provision for redemption. The great thinkers over time felt betrayed. Therefore, they sought in earnest a human-concocted redemption. Possibly using mind-altering plant substances, the earliest great thinkers elevated themselves to self-appointed shamanistic offices. From there, they created elaborate ceremonies and rituals in a vain attempt to attain immortality. Animals cannot attain immortality, they reasoned, only humans can. Reason, of course, is simply not enough to alter reality.

So, here we are, constantly on the brink of self-destruction, with clearly a majority of the world's population believing that the God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) will "save" them. Perhaps our self-destruction will be a welcome relief. We can "wipe the slate clean" and start again.

Moronic, Very Moronic

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Moronic, very moronic.

I have been rising at the crack of dawn daily, currently about 5am in the morning. I now leave Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 6:45am. Ala Moana Center is my destination, but I take the long way through town on the bus. Even before 8am, the mall is congested with people. The public restroom is completely packed. All of the stalls are filled with flatulent slobs who are apparently attempting to save money on asswipe paper just like the ol' lavahead. And, aside from the countless wage slaves, there is a large contingent of losers loitering in the mall. Sadly, I recognize most of them.

Why am I getting up so early and milling about with the losers? My mortality beckons me to get moving as early as possible. Surely, though, I could sleep in and not miss out on much, eh? When I, myself, am loitering somewhere, I am usually in a catatonic state. So, sleeping in does not matter.

Typical "Green" Hottie

I have been purchasing a banana every morning along with my coffee at Foodland. So, now I eat two pieces of fruit per day. I usually eat an orange, apple, or pear after dinner. I am also carrying a package of Back to Nature® nuts with me during the day to supplement my Quaker® Granola lunch. I was able to acquire the bag of nuts for free with my "It's Good to Go Green!" reward cards.

Some clown simply named "Goshi" submitted a bid for the detestable "condotel" unit. "Goshi" offered a mere fraction of my mortgage. I am not sure why the fool just didn't ask me to give it away to him as a gift. I did a Web search for "Goshi" and discovered that he is the manager of a local furniture reupholstering service. What "Goshi" really needs is a large nihilistic appendage shoved up his ass. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Legacy & Nihilism

The urban nomad summary:

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Was able to peruse the hottie gym trainer for a spell at the gym
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

The days drag on, but I am locked in a nihilistic state.

Typical Seductive Hotties

All of these chick pictures may present the false impression that the ol' lavahead is fixated with babes. Why doesn't he just find an older hottie ... say, like the hottie gym trainer ... and "settle down"? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! As the ol' lavahead has discussed ad infinitum, babes are just not interested in guys like him. He has nothing in common with babes. The ascetic life-style, as well as the exodus planning, do not interest babes. In fact, babes find that stuff just plain weird.

I often thought that I was a freak aberration. I know that I cannot commit to a lifetime relationship with a babe. It's not because I want to "skin up" a lot of babes. And, I am certainly not fond of the idea of siring offspring. Rather, it wasn't until I was well into my on-going research wherein I stumbled upon the fact that all human institutions (including marriage) are human concoctions (refer to the "blog" of April 15th).

One does not have to be a genius to perform a reverse regression of human population. Imagine being one of the first humans, say in the first clan of seventy people. We could go further back, but seventy is a nice number. The clan was probably comprised of four generations of the same family. Mating obviously could only involve other family members (i.e., siblings or cousins or even the unthinkable). Mating could have been arranged by parents or by clan leaders. Or, there could simply have been unrestrained lascivious behavior. Overall, mating served the primary purpose of human reproduction. Seriously then, what do we make of romantic love and marriage?

Marriage, I assume, was a human concoction to control the means of human reproduction. It also reduced the responsibility of raising offspring to the latter's parents. The institution of marriage itself was a precursor to the so-called "ownership society" much in the way that slaves were "owned." Along the time line, marriage became sanctified by religion, possibly beginning in the shamanistic era. Religion is essentially what keeps marriages forcibly intact. As religious influences wither, marriages become a disposable commodity. Isn't that what we are witnessing today?

We humans are simply animals without fur but with a brain that can supersede instinct. The rules of "civilization" were devised by a select few. Thus, the rules can only serve the interest of a small minority. A variety of mechanisms are utilized to inculcate the masses with the rules. However, the rules are sometimes too complex for the simpletons. Only the great thinkers have the capability and intellect to fashion such rules. The masses operate on too primitive a level to understand. Thus, they must be forcibly trained to follow the rules. Even then, the masses must be policed. Why? Even though the human brain can supersede instinct, such an act requires conscious and diligent effort. I am afraid that the majority of humans are just not up to the task.

Well, we're back to nihilism again. I am actually amazed that I was once a total slave of empire, almost veered over to religious fanaticism, moved on to agnosticism instead, and later arrived at nihilism. I skipped the atheistic agenda, mostly because I am certain that a benign Creator exists. I have long ago discarded the idea of a human-like deity. The Creator is not an entity that I can describe. But, I digress.

Science, or the religion of pseudo-science, would like to have us believe that "civilization" has been around for only about 7,000 years or so (i.e., coincident with Sumer). Heck, according to science, we humans only "evolved" to talking and thinking humans about 30,000 years ago. Yet, there is evidence that humans just like us (i.e., behaviorally-modern humans) have existed for well over 100,000 years. Why hasn't "civilization" popped up in the previous 93,000 years? Well, I believe that there has been at least one incarnation of "civilization" over 10,000 years ago. I do not doubt that there were more. The basic rules of "civilization" were formulated way back then. That's our legacy.

Nihilism

"I come bearing fabulous news. There is no longer any need to concern yourself with pesky trifles like love, a mortgage, child rearing, planting a garden, dreams, money, shoes, wristwatches, parking spaces, mysterious rashes, foreign policy, baseball, bridge tolls or generally caring about much of anything in particular. I am delighted to report it will all be over soon. If not sooner." -- Mark Morford

Et tu, urban nomad?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed reading, "Mysteries and Discoveries of Archaeoastronomy: From Giza to Easter Island," by Giulio Magli at the library
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Obviously, the urban nomad is no Caesar. Sheesh!

Typical "Civilized" Hottie

Nihilism appears to be where we're at right now. Good or bad, that remains to be seen. We've been on an extremely long journey, my friends. We've been down several foolish roads, and we've wasted a lot of time on trivial pursuits. I participated in almost every opportunity that the so-called "society" had to offer. Yet, I have always been an outsider, an outcast, a loser. Why? Instinctively, I knew that there was something completely amiss about human society. Little did I know that the entire concept of "civilization" is a farce, all simply a human concoction.

The universe is morally neutral. The concept of universal justice is irrelevant to inanimate matter. the latter of which comprises almost the entire universe. What has been handed down to us as ethical or moral codes has no origin with a deity. The latter and former were simply developed by human, great thinkers, who saw the possibility of "civilized" humans. Yet, humans have been living the farce for an eternity. Thus, the farce is now reality.

I am in an utter state of confusion at the moment. Calling it an "existential crisis" would be an understatement. However, I continue to go through the motions of an urban nomad existence to maintain some semblance of sanity. What else can I do? That's nihilism, my friends.

Incidentally, the book, "Mysteries and Discoveries of Archaeoastronomy," by Giulio Magli was quite interesting. Magli is slightly more progressive than the archaeological status quo. However, he does dismiss theories about Atlantis, the possibility of extraterrestrial intervention, and other supposedly far-fetched ideas. Still a worthy read, although I am still partial to, "The Atlantis Blueprint," by Colin Wilson and Rand Flem-Ath.

Deep, Very Deep (Reprise)

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Dreyer's® 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.

Nissan® Cube
It's too bad that Ben "Handjob" Benanke at the Fed won't raise short-term interest rates for years to come. If I could earn a decent interest rate, say six percent per annum, then I would seriously consider replacing my Nissan® Frontier truck with a Nissan® Cube. Sure is homely, isn't it? Yet, the Cube is the perfect urban nomad kind-of-a-vehicle.

Well, since no progress is being made in any area as usual, there was no other alternative than to listen to a new House Music mix courtesy the Deep House Cat site. Tonight, I'm listening to the "Dragon's Back Mix." Deep, very deep.

Meaning & Purpose

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed reading, "The Messianic Legacy," by Baigent, Leigh, and Lincoln at the library
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Can it get any better than that? Not really.

I again read the second part, subtitled, "The Quest for Meaning," in the book, "The Messianic Legacy," by Baigent, Leigh, and Lincoln. For the longest time, the quest for meaning and purpose had me stumped. Then, as I gradually learned the truth about human existence and mortality, I concluded that there is no grand meaning or purpose (refer to "blog" of May 30th). Instead, we have been reduced to finding meaning within a very narrow context. Unfortunately, many people have confused that narrow context with extreme self-interest and narcissism. Yet, who am I to judge?

I, personally, have decided to seek no grand meaning or purpose. There really is none anyway. Nothing that I do will make much of a difference in the grand scheme. My actions are irrelevant because of human mortality. I can only choose to respect the living planet and cause as little damage as possible. For the latter to happen, I must somehow commune with nature. I have to remove all of the layers of preconceived notions and foolishness that humans have accumulated since the beginning of time. In other words, to truly appreciate life, we must "wipe the slate clean" first.

Typical "Clean Slate" Hottie

"Wiping the slate clean" is a tall order since we humans have no idea about our legacy. If, indeed, humans have been around in excess of 100,000 years, then we know zilch. We can barely piece together the last 4,000 years. We've been working with a lot of guessing and conjecture, much of which has been erroneously passed on as fact. We've replaced one form of mythology with another and another. That's why we've lost our bearings.

We've lost our will to meaning, too, when we moved from family to clan to tribe to "civilization" beginning with city-states. We began the taming of barbaric societies with shamanistic religions and then added polity, science, and economics into the mix. Layer upon layer of complexity was piled one atop the other to further obfuscate meaning or purpose. And, here we are now in the 21st century, still destroying ourselves and still in search of meaning.

We know absolutely nothing about early human life. We are told that, back then, humans were simply "howling barbarians." Yet, no one knows for sure. Most likely, humans were quite the same as we are today. We need to understand our legacy before we can derive meaning or purpose as applicable to ourselves.

I can now understand my inner drive to deconstruct my life-style and to work toward the exodus. I am attempting to understand human legacy by stripping away the ineffectual layers of cumulative "civilization." Perhaps I have become afraid of what I have already seen. Perhaps that is why the divestiture of my useless possessions is taking so long. Perhaps I have already tasted the fruits of meaning and purpose. Perhaps ...

Post No. 1,515

Last night, I borrowed the landlord's phone to call the police and report the vandalism that was perpetrated on my Nissan® Frontier truck. Two squad cars arrived on the side street a little after 8pm. One of the officers left shortly afterward. I was able to file a report, although not much will come of it. At the least, the homeowners in the area will know that I am on to them, if they are involved. Officer Rivas, who assisted me, was a friendly and somewhat comical guy. He even made a few suggestions about how I could perform an inexpensive repair job.

I also neglected to mention that I ran into Glenn (not to be confused with Pseudo-professor Glenn) at the Chinatown Gateway Plaza (near the bus stop) yesterday afternoon. He's still working at the Diploma Mill, and also finishing up his Computer Science degree there as well. He had his daughter with him. She's two years old. Glenn told me more about the "big shake-up" at the Diploma Mill. However, there are still empires and cliques, just with new faces. There are also a lot of faculty vacancies. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa! Even the enrollment is down. As "they" say, payback is a bitch, whomever "they" are.

Typical Payback Hottie

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Dull, very dull indeed.

At the library, I have nearly completed the reading of the book, "The Messianic Legacy," by Michael Baigent, Richard Leigh, and Henry Lincoln. If anything, I would recommend reading the second part of the three-part book. I am not even certain why the second part is even in the book since it has only a minor correlation to overall theme. It is, however, a very cogent discussion about the pursuit of meaning or purpose in life. I plan to read that section again in the near future.

Summer Solstice

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Not very exciting, eh? I did not sleep well at all last night, most likely because I was quite perturbed about the latest episode of vandalism perpetrated on my Nissan® Frontier truck. Thus, I was very groggy for most of the day.

Well, at least I have deduced that the vandalism of my Nissan® Frontier truck took place on the side street sometime after June 13th. That's the last time I washed the truck, and there was no scratch. I have not driven to Kahala Mall since then. And, when moms and I make the rounds in Hawai'i Kai, I always make sure that I am not parked next to any other 4,000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles). There's a very slim chance that the vandalism could have happened in the Koko Marina parking structure, but I seriously doubt it. So, I suppose that I will have to call the police to file a report. Ho-hum.

Typical Hello Kitty® Hottie

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Even More Vandalism

"You would be wise to not seek too much from others at this time." -- Panda Express® fortune cookie

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well until I discovered yet another act of vandalism perpetrated on my Nissan® Frontier truck. I had given the upper half of the truck a sponge bath since I could barely see out of the windshield, what with the thick salt film and all. I espied a huge gash along the entire hood as I wiped the dirt away. Someone had used something like an icepick to gouge the paint. Did it happen at Kahala Mall or on the side street?

Aside from that, moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express® yet again. Later, moms served Dreyer's® coffee ice cream for dessert. Moms also told me that one of the senior citizen neighbors was taken to the hospital by ambulance yesterday.

The rest of the day? Can you say, "The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned"? I had to tolerate a number of rude morons as usual. However, my patience had been worn thin by the latest act of vandalism. Thus, when the fat ho' walked right in front of me as I was about to exit the gym, I lost it. I briefly opened up Lou's School of Etiquette for matriculation. The ugly ho' was prancing around like some kind of celebrity. What a farce!

Well, I purchased a cheap 69-cent "For Sale" sign. When I parked the truck on the side street adjacent to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I placed the sign conspicuously in the windshield. Has the time come for me to sell the truck? Or, am I just over-reacting to a bad day? And, how will moms and I get around Hawai'i Kai on our usual rounds?

Of course, I could sell the truck and purchase a Nissan® Cube to replace it. So far, my actions are only for show. I haven't listed the truck in any classified advertising. I will say that my driver's license expires at the end of November. I have vowed to not take the road test if required. In other words, I am willing to forfeit my privilege to drive. With no driver's license, I won't need a 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile). All part of the "disconnection," my friends.

Vienna Sausage Conundrum

The urban nomad summary:

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Caught a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym.

Well, when I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that all of the tenants were home. Obviously, the Father's Day celebration leaves single guys with little recourse.

I had no choice but to ride the bus to Kahala Mall. My sole intention was to obtain a smoothie from Jamba Juice® to offset the somewhat pathetic day. I spent about an hour at the mall before reluctantly returning to Slob Manor. The smoothie was delicious, by the way. However, the Styrofoam cup appears to be smaller than before.

Well, the Father's Day celebration was somewhat meaningless to me. Although, one of the older babes working at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai attempted to help me win a Father's Day cake yesterday. And, this morning, a friendly older babe was chatting with me at the bus stop on Beretania Street. At one point, she asked if I was a dad. Although I have no family of my own, I am certainly glad that I did not sire any offspring who would eventually have to face their own mortality.

For some odd reason, I have been wondering about the Vienna Sausage. No, I am not worried about whether the Vienna Sausage is operational or not. Rather, I was pondering the odd location of the Vienna Sausage. Why is it dangling right in front of us? We have no fur to cover it up, but that's beside the point. The Vienna Sausage is in a very obtrusive and vulnerable location. That just doesn't make sense.

Typical Vienna Sausage Hottie

I received e-mail from Mr. Ray two days ago. Apparently, Mr. Ray peruses the "blog" every few days. So, there is exactly one legitimate reader of the "blog." Everyone else is searching for pictures of hotties.

Mundane, Very Mundane

What about the urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed catalog of on-going reading list
• Mailed $492 payment to Capital Pacific Group.

Mundane, very mundane.

As usual, I ate my pathetic lunch outside under the coconut tree grove in the Capitol district. There were myriad birds in my vicinity including the Capitol district rooster. I observed the rooster standing on one leg. Then, it laid down and took a brief nap. Within seconds, it was up and crowing. Foolish rooster. The rooster is a fine looking bird, by the way. At no time did I envision it as food, even though I feasted on its counterpart, the lamp-baked chicken, yesterday.

I spent the day in a zombie-like stupor again. I have essentially tuned-out my environment. I am just barely cognizant of the fools around me. I was privy to witness two altercations at two different bus stops. Sadly, even in my comatose state, I recognized all of the derelicts who were involved. Of course, I did not intervene. At this point, I could care less. Violence is a natural part of human nature. Who am I to question human nature?

Typical Human Nature Hottie

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I lost my appetite for the usual dinner (i.e., cold andwiches). Yeah, the dump has that effect. So, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased a 4-pack of bran muffins. Can't beat the $3 price. Then, I ended up at Koko Marina. I was able to purchase a small $3 Lau Lau hot meal (i.e., local-style bento) at Foodland. Like a true loser, I sat on the only concrete bench in the parking structure and ate the greasy meal. Fools were smoking cigarettes and idling their cars all around me. Did I care? Not really. I truly enjoyed the meal, even though I was in a zombie-like stupor. I then ate one of the muffins for dessert. I felt much better when I returned to Slob Manor.

Mind Mausoleum (Reprise)

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai did not go as planned. Moms was suffering from a bout of the "dizzy head." While moms rested, I had to give my nephew a ride to town in my Nissan® Frontier truck. He had another appointment, more of a dubious origin. Apparently, my nephew failed most of his classes. He is also allegedly using "drugs" of some kind, but I suspect that it's only pakalolo. I am not really privy to that information, so I did not attempt to probe further. As far as I am concerned, I know nothing.

On the way back from town, I stopped off at Foodland in Koko Marina to shop for groceries for moms. For lunch, moms served lamp-baked chicken, ahi sashime, fresh vegetables, and rice. And, Breyer's® 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.

I have been obsessed with my mortality as of late. Sadly, I am not at the point of resignation yet. Thus, I have been walking around in a zombie-like stupor. The rudeness of the fools around me does not seem to bother me anymore. Well, not exactly, I am still perturbed by cigarette smoke. My appetite has fallen off as well. Aside from the days that I have lunch with moms, I am strictly adhering to my bland diet. Hot panini dinners have been replaced by cold sandwiches. I am not even happy with that, since I use sliced turkey laced with preservatives. I cannot bring myself to cook anything because I just don't want to invest the time. That, of course, is why my beloved DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press has been sidelined.

In other boring news, the divestiture of my useless possessions has come to a complete stop. I am frozen in inaction again. I also stopped installing any of the updates to Ubuntu Linux "Karmic Koala" a while back. The updates are piling up, but I don't seem to care. And, with the departure of my humble dustpan and brush, my squalid room has become as filthy as the rest of Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Vacuuming the room with the landlord's vacuum cleaner only seems to stir up the dust. All I think about is my mortality.

Post No. 1,509

The urban nomad day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed reading Chris Hedges' book, "When Atheism Becomes Religion," at the library.

Yeah, same ol' shit, even in condensed form.

Well, with nothing else better to do, I decided to embark on a new useless project this evening. I am preparing a catalog of the books that I have read over the period of my emancipation from wage slavery. I will link the catalog to the "blog" when it is completed.

Typical Post No. 1,509 Hottie

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14 Zotz 8 Imix

(12.19.17.8.1) The urban nomad daily summary in bullet format:

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Restored extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design
• Resorted to mediocre cardio workout at the gym because of sleep deprivation.

Isn't that great?

I continue to reread sections of the book, "The Atlantis Blueprint," by Colin Wilson and Rand Flem-Ath every night. I am still mystified by the existence of prehistoric civilizations. Only by sheer chance were we not born in those times. Eventually, I will donate the book to the library. That will give more people the opportunity to read it.

With so little time left on the planet, I have yet to determine a purpose for my existence. As a matter of fact, I am beginning to believe that there is no purpose, just as there is no universal justice. There is only one end to our existence. Then, we simply vanish. We have only a short window of time to establish a very temporal purpose. There is no moral "higher ground" or spiritual discovery. We will simply do what we feel like doing. If we don't like the latter, then we must find something else to replace it. I am no longer certain whether humans have an innate moral compass. I don't even know whether the human conscience is real or whether it is a product of "civilized" conditioning. Will it even matter when we cease to exist?

Typical 14 Zotz 8 Imix Hottie

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Slim, Very Slim

"We do not march toward a rational paradise. We march toward a world where the rapacious and greedy appetites of human beings, who have overpopulated and failed to protect the planet, threaten widespread anarchy, famine, nuclear terrorism, and wars for diminishing resources. The belief that the human animal is evolving morally and will finally become reasonable is possible only when we close our eyes to the human predicament. Human beings prefer hope, even absurd hope, to truth. It makes life easier to bear. It lets us turn away from the hard choices ahead to bask in a comforting certitude that God or science will bring about our salvation." -- Chris Hedges from "When Atheism Becomes Religion: America's New Fundamentalists"

Well, we are rapidly approaching the point in which the "blog" is totally irrelevant. I've said all that needs to be said. So, from this point forward, an even more terse bullet format will be invoked:

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Daily coffee habit is becoming boring and expensive (may soon be mummified)
• Almost went into cardiac arrest after engaging in revised cardio workout at the gym.

Thus, only somewhat more interesting thoughts will be delineated upon. However, the likelihood of such topics appearing is slim. Very slim.

Typical Slim Hottie

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One Down, Two to Go

In a surprise decision early this morning, I divested the Nalu Board by placing it amongst the crap at the Goodwill dropbox. No fanfare was involved. The Nalu Board requires a carpeted area about seven feet long and three feet wide for effective use. In addition, there must be no furniture or other junk in the vicinity in case of a fall. Living in squalid conditions, I will never have that kind of clear space. So, no loss. One useless possession down, two to go. Well, four to go, if we also consider the detestable "condotel" unit and my Nissan® Frontier truck.

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express® yet again. Later, moms served Dreyer's® 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.

From what I understand, the cult leadership (so-called "Governing Body") of the church (of which moms is a member) made a worldwide announcement concerning the seventh change in its interpretation of the "generation" scripture in the Book of Matthew. Anyone familiar with the scripture knows that it is allegedly a prophesy of when the "end times" is to occur. So far, after six consecutive false prophesies, the church is making yet another attempt to prolong the agony of a never-coming Armageddon. Moms said nothing about the announcement, so I assume that everyone in the congregation blindly accepted the malarkey. Moms has devoted over 40 years to the church and also donates thousands of dollars every year. And, for what? Yeah, I keep repeating myself. Jesus is not coming back. The Biblical Armageddon is not going to happen. We humans will eventually destroy ourselves without the assistance of either Satan or the deity of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam).

Well, while I wait for my next decisive divestment move, I can at least begin to clear out the small crap and useless accumulated paperwork that is lying around. Clutter is clutter, and it needs to be eliminated.

Pick Up the Pace

"Fuck my victims. I carried them for twenty years, and now I'm doing 150 years." -- Bernie Madoff in the Big House

The day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Life, of course, is like a prison. I, the urban nomad, am a prisoner like Bernie Madoff. Say, what happened to Bernie da Punkster? Read the New York magazine and discover.

At the gym, I have begun to use the Precor® AMT® 100i elliptical trainer again. By leaning forward and increasing the strides to 98 per minute (with resistance still set at level 8), I have found that I can really push the cardiovascular envelope. In fact, I am out of breath in 15 minutes. Obviously, I have been slacking off for the last few years. Cardio training is vastly important, if not the most important part of any training regimen. I need to pick up the pace.

Typical Ceremonial Hottie

My sole accomplishment for the day was the ceremonial washing of my Nissan® Frontier truck this afternoon. I say "ceremonial" because of the rarity of the event. Needless to say, I was not exactly pleased by having to subject myself to the whims of one of my material possessions.

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Crowds were lined up from Waikiki to downtown in anticipation of the Kamehameha Day Parade this morning. All I could see from the bus were myriad obese (read: "megalithic") people standing or sitting in those ridiculous folding camping chairs under tents with lots of food and beverages in hand. In town, the parade was slated to pass in front of the library. So, there was a constant stream of "megalithic" people in search of the library's restrooms. I am not being facetious. I simply cannot believe the sheer number of "megalithic" people who attended the parade. Sheesh! The ol' lavahead? He fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

For some reason, I have become more detached from the world around me. I am still pretty much the same misanthrope. However, the morons around me do not affect me as passionately as before. Sure, I realize that the primal instinct of humans is to kill and maim. Suppressing my anger and disdain is not healthy. It goes against human nature. Unfortunately, I live within the rat trap known as "civilization," an odd concept developed by the ruling elite to control the masses. Rather than have the rank-and-file peons kill and maim each other, they are now corralled into slavery to serve their masters.

Sometimes I experience pangs of anxiety. From the viewpoint of the world, I am wasting my precious life away. I could be actively involved in wage slavery and amassing money or material goods. I could be devoting my time to helping others with acts of altruism. Oh, the list is endless. For now, I am doing exactly what I want to do. I am able to enjoy my daily morning coffee. I am able to visit with moms twice each week. I can relax and expand my knowledge at the library. And, all my time is spent alone, which satisfies my misanthropic tendencies.

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King Kamehameha Day 2010

Obviously, because of the holiday, I had to spend my entire morning at Kahala Mall, specifically Barnes & Noble®. The hottie bookseller was on duty. Baby was looking mighty fine. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. You know the drill.

Typical Recovered Assets Hottie

Incidentally, I received a check from the State of California Unclaimed Property Division to the tune of $4,910 and some change. So, I assume that the claim has been settled (refer to the "blog" of June 28, 2009). I dispatched an e-mail to Capital Pacific Group in order to expedite the billing process. The fee is set at ten percent of the recovered assets. While some people may snicker at the modest amount recovered, I am perfectly content with the outcome. At the least, I will be able to afford upcoming dental work, an oil change for my Nissan® Frontier truck, and (possibly) the mandatory property insurance for the "condotel" unit. And, maybe even an excursion to the Honolulu Zoo. Obviously, there isn't enough money to invest in gold bullion.

Classic Shades

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 7:30am this morning. Essentially the itinerary was the same as Tuesday until 11am because moms was not to arrive at home until then. After that, moms and I ate steak plate lunches courtesy Foodland. Moms served Dreyer's® 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.

I neglected to mention that I perused William Lobdell's book, "Losing My Religion: How I Lost My Faith Reporting on Religion in America and Found Unexpected Peace," while I was at the library yesterday. I say "peruse" because I skimmed one-third of the book. Then, I read the rest in its entirety. The last two chapters really resonated with me because of my own discovery that the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) is a sham.

Five days have elapsed since my resurgence of divestiture mania. My humble dustpan and brush has been the only "sacrificial lamb" on the altar of divestiture. The three large pathetic items that really need to go are still sitting exactly where they have always been and collecting dust. The Nalu Board was slated to be donated immediately but, after I discovered that the equivalent Indo Board costs $119 and some change, I hesitated and froze in inaction. Never mind that I don't plan to use the Nalu Board ever again.

Of course, if I were to divest the remainder of my useless possessions, I will come dangerously close to the boundary of homelessness. I could easy cross that line when I have literally nothing to impede me. That's right, I could simply vanish into the world of the homeless.

On a lighter note ... as I entered the gym in Koko Marina this afternoon, one of the hottie gym trainers said, "Nice shades." She was referring to the decades-old prescription sunglasses which I refuse to discard. That particular pair of sunglasses has gone in and out of style at least three times since I've owned them. Sheesh!

Panini Putz Redux

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary transpired. When I returned to my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was disgusted by the layer of filth on the floor thanks to the gale force winds. In fact, the gusts were closer to 40mph. No, I did not clean up the filth.

Typical Panini Hottie

I was able to make the stale French bread somewhat digestible this evening by first placing it in the filthy Slob Manor microwave oven for about 40 seconds. The resulting sandwich was still substandard. Yeah, I have to admit that the panini was far superior.

Getting with the Program

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 7:45am. I purchased a big-ass cup of Seattle's Best® coffee at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. Then, I spent about 30 minutes at the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center, one of the few shopping malls with nice chairs to sit on. After ward, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina and sat outside until the library opened. Needless to say, I was trying to keep myself occupied until 11:30am.

I gave my nephew a ride to Kapi'olani Medical Center. He had an appointment at 1pm. Originally, moms was supposed to accompany him on the bus. However, I felt that moms would be overtaxed by such a long day. So, I volunteered to give my nephew a ride instead. After I dropped my nephew off, I drove to Ala Moana Center and found shaded parking. Then, I rode the bus to town, performed my usual workout at the gym, and returned to the mall by 4pm. Once there, I couldn't exit the mall quick enough.

On the way way back to the despicable Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I stopped off at Foodland Farms in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I purchased a pint of Dove® ice cream (on sale for $2.50) as a treat to myself. I sat in the only area with seating and attempted to enjoy my treat. Within seconds, I was nearly asphyxiated by chemical fumes from the Perfect Nails joint. Then, a slutty ho' appeared out of nowhere to smoke a cigarette. I could feel the primal need to kill and maim welling up inside. I hurriedly ate the ice cream and hastily departed.

When I opened the door to my squalid room in Slob Manor, I was inundated by gale force winds in excess of 25mph. Dirt, dust, and crap were swirling about. I was at wit's end, to put it mildly. Then, in a surprise decision, I immediately put my humble dustpan and brush (last of the items previously owned by the former friend aka the Persian hottie) in the divestment queue. No longer will I clean my squalid little room, although I still have the landlord's vacuum cleaner at my disposal. Why am I even thinking about cleaning? I need to get with the Slob Manor program. Sheesh!

I attempted to make a sandwich with the French bread that I acquired at Foodland yesterday. The bread was hard and stale. I should have thrown the whole thing in the trash can. What would I have eaten instead? Sadly, my whole life has become a tormenting joke. In the old days, I would blame my misfortune on the sinister kahuna. However, in my enlightened state, I know better.

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Root of Divestiture

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express® yet again. We normally eat outside overlooking Kuapa Pond. However, there were several asswipes smoking cigarettes in the dining area. The stench nearly ruined the whole lunch event. So, we moved back into the restaurant to eat. 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.

The divestiture issue, namely the divestiture of my useless possessions, is really a laughable situation. Aside from the detestable "condotel" unit and my Nissan® Frontier truck, there are only three large items left in my care: one Nalu Board (similar to Indo Board), one Local Motion® surfboard, and one DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. That's it. The rest of the "stuff" is junk that could easily be discarded at a moment's notice.

The Nalu Board could probably be sold for about $25 or so. Not even worth the trouble. The DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press will eventually turn into a pile of rust, what with the salt air and all. The Local Motion® surfboard is about the only item worth some money. I'd like to get back out in water, but I have no health insurance. Not worth the risk, I'd say. And, I no longer can tolerate the arrogant "shredders" who believe they own the beach.

So, why am I fretting about the divestiture of three fairly useless pieces of junk? Heck, even the homeless own more "stuff" than I do. Most people derive some kind of identity from the type of possessions that they maintain. Obviously, I can derive no identity from what little that I own. Why do I bother purchasing anything at all?

I have been on the planet nearly 56 years, and I have yet to figure out that consumerism thrives on obsolescence. Products are designed to either break or become useless (i.e., extremely boring). We only need the necessities. Everything else should be considered luxury items. Once we purchase even one unnecessary item, we become trapped in the escalating life-style known as consumerism. Determining what is necessary is often subjective. The mind plays tricks on its owner, and soon there's just an avalanche of necessities. Well, we will see what goes and what stays as the week progresses.

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Yet another Sunday ... the urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Need I say more? Well, at least I caught a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer when I arrived at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine.

Typical Consolidation Hottie

The only important event of the day was the continuation of the consolidation process for my vast hurdy-gurdy DVD library. I continue to reduce the size of the library in order to meet the specifications of my overall divestiture plan. Oh, what foolishness!

3 Zotz 10 Oc

(12.19.17.7.10) With absolutely zero legitimate readers visiting the "blog" in months, there is really not much to discuss. The day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. The later statement is the best general synopsis that I have ever come up with.

At the library, I completed reading the book, "A Brief History of the Human Race," by Michael Cook. The book is a very nice summary of the status quo version of history and prehistory. No real surprises there. Aside from that, I also lapsed in and out of coma. Spending all of my time in the inner courtyard was optimal. At noon, there was a small concert in the main lobby with a local slack key guitar artist performing. The air conditioning for the building was not operational, so all the doors were open. I was able to enjoy the concert while sitting in the inner courtyard.

Like a bad sitcom that keeps coming back, I once again revisited the idea of divesting my useless possessions. Didn't we go through that nonsense a couple of days ago? A long time ago, I determined that, if I haven't used something in over a year, then I'll probably never use it again. Therefore, I should get rid of the item in question. I've also made it a rule that I would never purchase anything that I cannot easily replace, if necessary. Of course, I was a bit more viable financially at the time. Nonetheless, I must remain true to my word. Divestiture will commence as early as next Monday.

Quite a few users are having problems with Ubuntu Linux "Lucid Lynx." The problem appears to be some kind of random freezing of the desktop. So far, there has been no solution, and there has been no isolation of specific hardware. Therefore, I have decided to postpone the installation of the new version indefinitely.

Typical Divestiture Hottie

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Odd, Very Odd

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. The monthly "special" was greasy and expensive. I don't exactly know why the locals are enamored with the dump. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. Incidentally, there have been no cartons of Foremost® coffee ice cream in the frozen section in any of the supermarkets for three weeks. Apparently, the Foremost® brand may soon be completely phased out. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Sheesh!

I had to deal with the usual assortment of rude morons during the course of my day. Many of them were fat slobs who were lumbering around with very little control of the sheer mass of their composition. Aside from the fat slobs, there are very few people who can be considered physically attractive. Very few. Most of us, the ol' lavahead included, are quite hideous in appearance. However, I have attempted to compensate for my deficiencies by at least staying in some semblance of shape. The majority of fools have "let themselves go." Why? I suspect that they believe, after the resurrection, they will be blessed with perfect bodies and perfect looks. The latter thinking, I'm afraid, is entirely Christian in nature. If only they knew the truth.

I'll just make one last benign comment. We humans really know nothing about our distant past. We do not know our origins. We know nothing about how the various ethnic groups came about. In other words, we know nothing about our "roots." All we have are assorted guesses coming from the scientific and religious communities. And, that's all they are ... guesses. So, let me do some guessing of my own. I believe that the early humans, say over 20,000 years ago, were extremely barbaric. They were not grunting apes. In fact, they most likely resembled us in every way. Aside from the global cataclysm about 12,000 years ago, the barbarism factor is what kept human population from expanding at an exponential rate. Only until the constraints of "civilization" were established did the population begin to rise steadily. Even during the times of early recorded history, we find that barbarism was prevalent.

Humans are prone to various forms of stupidity. There was no "inherited sin." We are a species of animal, but a very curious one at that. We were gifted with self-awareness and a higher intellect than other animals. However, for some reason, we are obsessed with killing and maiming. If the constraints of "civilization" were somehow removed, there would be a resurgence of our primal need to kill and maim. Odd, very odd.

Hiram Key

The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Can you believe it? At the gym, I ran into Bill, a former Asylum faculty member. After 28 years of marriage, Bill is apparently getting a divorce. The ordeal is going to cost him a lot more than attorney's fees. He was forced to immediately sell his Makiki condo, taking a loss of $50,000 (or so he claims). He is also losing the jointly-owned house in Seattle. To desperately shelter some cash, he purchased a new 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile). He also still owns his townhouse in Kane'ohe. The situation is even stranger considering that Bill has been in Hawai'i for at least ten years. His wife has been living in Seattle all that time. "When I get through all of this, I'm going to start all over again," he said. "At my age, that's not what I want to do."

There's been a lot of talk lately concerning Israel. Actually, Israel has been a rogue nation since its inception. Frankly, I don't even consider it to be legitimate. Israel's existence is owed to the Ashkenazim (non-Semitic) Zionists who comprise the current ruling class and the quasi-Zionists who believe that Israel's existence is an essential part of Biblical prophesy. In fact, the entire Biblical account of Israel is unfounded, at least according to the book, "The Bible Unearthed: Archaeology's New Vision of Ancient Israel and the Origin of Its Sacred Texts," by Israel Finkelstein and Neil Silberman. There's just no archaeological evidence.

The true origin of Israel as a nation was delineated in the book, "The Hiram Key," by Christopher Knight & Robert Lomas. Colin Wilson and Rand Flem-Ath, in "The Atlantis Blueprint," best summarized the findings:

If Lomas and Knight are correct in believing that the pharaoh who made Joseph the governor of Egypt was Apopi - and the dates seem to support it - then the murder of Sequenenre was of even deeper significance, for Joseph's father Jacob became Israel, the founder of the Jewish people. If Joseph and his family were among the Hyksos who were driven out of Egypt, then the murder of Sequenenre also led to the creation of the Jewish nation, which would help to explain why it was regarded as so important by the Jews that it was transformed into the murder of Hiram Abif, the architect of Solomon's Temple.

Were it not for the millions of religious fanatics and crackpot dispensationalists who need Israel to exist in order to fulfill the prerequisites for Armageddon, the whole charade would have ended long ago.

Typical Porn Forums Hottie
Earlier in the day, I made a strong decision to begin the divestiture of my useless possessions effective immediately. Once I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had lost my drive to implement my decision. How long can that foolishness go on? Sheesh!

Fabricated Paradigm (Reprise)

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

The stock market is surging upward again, even though the doomsayers are now predicting a dollar regime collapse as early as the end of Summer. We have to change the way money works, they tell us. Yet, the doomsayers apparently have no idea how entrenched each and every one of us are in the "system." We've been told over and over again to invest for the future. The investment model called for at least eight to ten percent in annual return on investment (ROI) in order to insure a healthy nestegg. Without the "infinite growth" paradigm, the latter goal would never have been attainable. Thus, the empire's entire economy has been "goosed" for "infinite growth." Is it unsustainable? Will it collapse? The doomsayers think so. As for me, I don't really know anymore.

Well, I cleaned off all of the useless files on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer in preparation to install Ubuntu "Lucid Lynx." However, days have gone by without any sign of progress. In fact, I am beginning to wonder whether I should just wait for the release of "Maverick Meerkat" in the Fall. "Karmic Koala," the version that I am using now, seems to work just fine.

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The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. There's not much else to say, nor will there be much more to say from this point forward.

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