Retrospective Tidbits

The daily summary? SOS (read: same ol' shit). When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I completed relocating all my stuff and the provided dilapidated furniture to the squalid room downstairs. I also cleaned the squalid room upstairs completely, including washing the curtains. The room is much cleaner than when I first moved in there. So, Joe, the Iraqi guy, will be able to move in tomorrow.

Hawai'i Kai Before Infinite Growth

Clyde in the Bay Area (in Cali) sent me a few pictures of old-time Hawai'i via e-mail. So, when there's nothing else to discuss, we'll feature a selected photo. Hawai'i Kai was once marshland and pig farms. In the early sixties, Henry Kaiser set out to develop the area into the suburban nightmare known now as Hawai'i Kai. The "Kai" part is not an Hawai'ian word. Rather it is the name, "Kaiser," truncated.

The ol' lavahead's family moved there in the mid-sixties in one of the first developments on the Koko Head side (not in picture) of Hawai'i Kai. Koko Head appears in the photo looking somewhat like a mesa. It's actually one side of a sunken crater that forms Hanauma Bay. Koko Head is also famous for the ol' lavahead's tanning hikes. Right below Koko Head is the area known as Portlock, a very high class 'hood. Henry Kaiser's old mansion is still there, but it is no longer pink in color.

The enclosed water feature is called Kuapa Pond. It is entirely artificial and only exists because of intense dredging efforts. The flat land area in the foreground is also artificially created. It is now the site of Hawai'i Kai Towne Center, home of the Panda Express® restaurant that moms and I visit weekly. More Hawai'i photos later.

Typical Saturday Hottie

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A Day to Forget

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert.

After lunch, moms asked my nephew to set up the family entertainment center to play a DVD that moms received from a recent church convention. I suppose that moms wanted me to watch the presentation, but I just couldn't being myself to do so. I spent the time perusing the weekly Best Buy® newspaper insert. I am at the point where I cannot tolerate any more religious nonsense from that particular cult or any other religious group. Does anyone actually perform any kind of religious research, or do they just believe all of the propaganda from "headquarters"?

I wish that there was a way to extract moms from the cult. Sadly, moms is 88 years old, with too much time invested. With six failed predictions of Armageddon, the cult's track record is extremely poor. The entire operation is supposedly managed by a group of eccentrics who believe that they have been "anointed" (i.e., chosen to eventually reside in "Heaven"). The cult despises the Catholic sect, even though it apparently has no idea that the Scriptural canon was determined by the forerunner to the Catholic church. The entire canon is a bad joke. And, as we already know for a fact, the whole Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) is a sham.

Earlier in the morning, I had checked my voicemail. I discovered that there was a message from the State Department of Taxation. I was asked to return the call and given an extension. Incidentally, there was no way to directly access the extension. I had to call the same old phone number and ended up being on hold for about 20 minutes. Once again, I had to explain the situation. The mess was finally cleared, but I was told that I still owed $8.11 for penalties and three years of interest. I humbly requested that the latter burden be waived. Thankfully, the request was granted. I was severely fatigued after the phone conversation.

The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Can it get any better?

Well, I have not completed my room change at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) yet. And, my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer is once again aggressively parking the hard drive heads every two seconds. The culprit? Ubuntu "Karmic Koala," I suppose. I have changed no parameters since the last fix. And, none of the recent updates should have affected the power management settings. Looks like I will have to upgrade to "Lucid Lynx" after all ...

Wait! I just realized that I had logged out and logged back in several times because the indicator applet icons were not all appearing in the top panel of Gnome®. When I completely restarted the computer, the aggressive hard drive head parking stopped. Apparently, the ACPI-Support script is not loaded when just logging in or out of a session. Crappy, very crappy.

17 Xul 12 Kan

(12.19.17.10.4) The urban nomad daily summary:

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed reading the book, "Coming to Our Senses: Body and Spirit in the Hidden History of the West," by Morris Berman at the library
• Restored extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Perhaps I should just switch to an acronym to replace the redundant summary, eh? How about SOS (read: same ol' shit)? Say, that sounds really good.

Typical Inspirational Hottie

My mind has effectively gone blank. Perhaps I have been thinking too much lately. Sometimes I experience several inspirations in a day, and other times ... nada. I should carry my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer with me to capture those rare moments of lucidity. However, with so few legitimate readers of the "blog," why bother?

I have commenced the moving process from one squalid room to another in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I should be fully relocated to the first floor by tomorrow or Saturday. Having to move the entire set of dilapidated furniture downstairs is the logistical bottleneck. Life at Slob Manor should be a little more tolerable on the first floor.

Meaning & Purpose Redux

Another day of the same ol' shit:

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

Amazing, isn't it?

Well, yesterday I touched upon the idea that truth is elusive. I should clarify that there are only a few absolute truths:

1. We humans have only one life to life.
2. Our window of reality resides in one small fraction of a second.
3. Once we are gone, that's it.

There are no other truths. Our original legacy has been lost forever. None of our ancestors felt that it was important enough to pass on. The rest of human society and "civilization" are human constructs that had religious, magical, and occult origins.

There is no explicit or implicit meaning or purpose of life (refer to the "blog" of June 24th). "Meaning" and "purpose" are just words. The more words that we add to our vocabulary, the more complexity we introduce into our lives. Complexity does not always translate into improvements. We have been indoctrinated since early childhood into believing that everything has a purpose. For example, after a small child has done something odd, the parents asks, "Why did you do that?" The child is confused, since purpose is not always an underlying cause for any action.

Typical "Meaning & Purpose" Hottie

The true meaning of life is simply life itself. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, we, as individuals, may seek our own meaning or purpose in any form we so desire. We may also choose to vegetate or waste our lives on trivial pursuits. In the grand scheme, though, our actions mean nothing. The universe is morally neutral. And, we are too infinitesimally small to affect anything else but the earth, if even that.

Humans are supposedly a "higher" form of animal. Intelligence separates us from the common barnyard animals, or so I am told. Is that really so? We wear clothes, live in mausoleum-like edifices, and ride around in 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles). However, when the clothes, the ceramic commode in the mausoleum, and asswipe paper are removed from the picture, we must squat to "take a dump" (i.e., defecate) just like a common barnyard animal. No difference. Heck, even da wild thing is animal-like. Sheesh!

Well, I happened to speak with the landlord of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this evening. I will be moving into one of the vacant squalid rooms downstairs sometime this weekend. A friend of the landlord's son-in-law will be moving into my current squalid room. From what the landlord tells me, he is an Iraqi. For some reason, Joe ended up here in Hawai'i. Joe is having money problems, so he is currently staying in the spare room in the landlord's place (in the back of the main portion of Slob Manor). Joe will be earning his rent by keeping the second floor area clean. Whoa boy! That's going to be a full-time job for him, eh? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I'll be moving into the squalid room below the second floor common area, so no one will be living above me. The noise should be minimal. The landlord is not planning to put anyone else in the Chinaman's former room for now. So, only Alan and I will be downstairs for the time being.

Simple, Too Simple

Can we guess the daily summary?

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

Simple, wasn't it?

There's basically nothing new to report. My time at the library is now primarily spent lapsing in and out of a coma. All of my reading (see catalog) has only resulted in disillusionment and nihilism. I have to come realize that we humans really know nothing. We know nothing about the past. We know nothing about the present. And, we know absolutely nothing about the future. We are no better off than the ancient "howling barbarians."

Typical Recreational Hottie

I can find books about anything these days, most of which come from a spectrum of viewpoints. Massive confusion ensues, and "reality shopping" is the final result. I can choose what I want to believe, and I can find a variety of sources to support my position. Would I be any nearer to the truth? Obviously not. Perhaps reading as an activity should be limited to recreation only.

My Acer® Aspire One netbook computer (made in China) has yet to leave my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Maybe I really didn't need it after all. Oh well. Incidentally, Ubuntu apparently has a new netbook interface called Unity. Officially, Unity is not expected until the next release called "Maverick Meerkat," although there is a repository available to install the preliminary version on "Lucid Lynx." When it matures a bit more, I may install it. What else do I have to do?

Post No. 1,548

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla 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, I called the State Department of Taxation this morning. I was put on hold for about 25 minutes. However, I managed to control my pent-up anger when I finally was able to speak to an "agent." The conversation lasted about 20 minutes. Again, I attempted to describe the situation as it had transpired. There was some confusion at the other end, but I believe that she digested the gist of the matter. My "case" is being put on hold, and the matter will be investigated. I am slightly relieved.

I finally removed all of the plastic wrapping that was layered over the shiny panels of my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer (made in China). I attempted to scrape off the former operating system's sticker. Unfortunately, it appears to be permanently glued in place. I have not encountered any problems except for the slight glitch in Plymouth as Ubuntu Netbook Edition (UNE) boots up and shuts down. During booting, I first see a screen full of text (i.e., old verbose option), followed by a black screen for a few seconds, then the log in screen. The Plymouth splash screen never displays, possibly because the booting is so fast. On shut down, there is text before the Plymouth splash screen displays for a couple of seconds. The text should not appear at all. Perhaps I will post a query on the Ubuntu Forums.

This evening, I am resting my mind by listening to the new "Charles Bozon Mix," which I downloaded from the Deep House Cat site last night. I am also listening to a few older mixes. Simple pleasures for a simple mind. Mindless distractions for a trapped soul.

Way Too Deep

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday:

• 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.

When will the zombie-like stupor end? Never, not as long as I am a slave of empire.

On the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I stopped off at Radio Shack® in Kahala Mall. I purchased a Targus® netbook sleeve (at $23 regular price, and made in China) for my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer (made in China). So, my netbook computer is almost ready to be deployed in the field.

Let me clarify that the Acer® Aspire One netbook computer is hardly a replacement for my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Ubuntu Netbook Edition (UNE) is even more cartoon-ish than the regular desktop version. Sadly, a quick glance at UNE running on a netbook would probably result in mistaking the whole thing for a toy computer. Looks can be deceiving, though. I am finding that the netbook is actually quite a powerful computer when coupled with Linux. Pretty much everything works well. Unfortunately, I have not tested its audio and video playback capabilities yet.

Why am I purchasing new crap when none of the items are on sale? Well, I'm not Big Money Grip, that's for sure. However, I have been a victim of the many so-called "sales." Usually, by the time I actually visit the retailer in question, the stock of sale items is long gone. The small print in advertisements always states, "Limited quantities." So, I no longer bother. If I can find an item on sale and in stock, that's fine. Otherwise, who cares? I rarely purchase anything new as it is.

Typical "Way Too Deep" Hottie

The new Acer® Aspire One netbook computer has provided us with a few days of distraction from the somber reality of a corrupt empire. Sadly, what was only a couple days of materialistic nonsense for the ol' lavahead is normally a year-round experience for pretty much everyone else. Continuously buying new "stuff," especially shiny objects and techno-gadgets, simply sedates the mind into a trance-like state. Heck, I have discovered that all my destinations which allow me to freely roam are, much to my chagrin, shopping venues. Even my bus connections are made at shopping malls or neighborhood retail centers. Stopping anywhere else is considered loitering or trespassing.

These distractions are now an intrusive cognitive function that are self-induced to placate the mind from the ills of "civilization" and what has been imposed upon us by the latter institution (term used loosely). I am discovering that the rank-and-file peons, of which I am one, have been somehow forced to constantly worry and plan for the future. That such a future does not necessarily exist is not usually considered. Always looking to the future, even if that just means tomorrow, tends to trivialize the present. Oddly enough, we only live in the present. We live in the tiny microsecond interval of cognition that allows us to sense our immediate surroundings and our own self-awareness concurrently. Nothing else actually exists. The past is long gone, and the future (i.e., the next microsecond) has not arrived.

Although I have prided myself on being somewhat cognitive, I am essentially a fool. I have been living way into the future. I have been preoccupied with alternative future scenarios, which have eaten up a huge chunk of my present mortal time. One of the malignant roots of my future thinking has been the so-called "ownership society" and my benign participation in it. The biggest mistake that I have ever made was to literally buy into the "ownership society." Now it has come to enslave me. I was almost completely out a few years ago, but my faulty logic kept me inside. I fell for the ruse, just like the myriad mental midgets (many of whom are employed at the State Department of Taxation, I'm certain) around me.

Every now and then, I fool myself into believing that the exodus is moving along. Even the mental midgets at the State Department of Taxation know that I'm trapped. That's why the morons have preyed upon me. I am an easy target. Truth be known, I am trapped like a damned rat. Perhaps, that's the real reason why I needed a tiny and portable netbook computer. My options are dwindling, and homelessness is all that's left.

Within the last few weeks, I have been keenly observant of the homeless. I can ascertain who the "smart" ones (i.e., the minority) are, as opposed to the "dumb" ones (i.e., the majority). Yes, there is a pecking order. The "smart" ones are the least likely to go insane, by the way. They move silently and travel light. They acquire only the most useful and extremely light technology. They are similar to elite combat soldiers, "special forces." Oddly, in the event of the collapse of empire, those very traits will be the key to survival.

The homeless live in the present. They don't care much about the past. It's too painful. The future is too uncertain, unless they have fooled themselves into believing that they will one day belong to the "ownership society." The "smart" ones focus entirely on the present, that is, the microsecond interval of the here and now. That lesson has been right in front of my face all along, but I was too foolish to notice. Little wonder why I am in way too deep.

Banal, Very Banal

Banality in the extreme summarized:

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

Banal, very banal.

I was not feeling too good all day, especially after downing a whole bottle of vino last night. Actually, I was quite despondent. The mental midgets at the State Department of Taxation hastily reminded me of the fact that I am still a slave of the "system." Oh, how badly I want to "get out of Babylon."

I had thought of packing my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer (made in China) in my gym bag today, but I'm glad that I didn't. When I sat on one of those new narrow homeless-proof metal benches at the Beretania Street bus stop, I had placed my gym bag next to me. A few minutes later, it fell over unto the concrete sidewalk. My netbook would have been history.

Typical Heatwave Hottie

With another heatwave is in session, I decided to walk to Foodland Farms in the Aina Haina Shopping Center at 8:30pm this evening. I purchased a delicious Häagen-Dazs® ice cream treat (on sale for $2.75 per pint). As I walked back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was able to view the full moon casting its eerie light on the ocean at Kawaikui Beach Park. What a beautiful evening!

Here's an interesting excerpt:

And fret not. The more unemployment there is, the more funemployment there is. Simple. Don't let the rhetoric of production (e.g., What's wrong with you, get a job ...) get the best of you. The word "unemployment" may have some pejorative connotations- but only according to the standards by which the Ruling Class measures the bottom majority. Conveniently, They (the Ruling Class) i.e.. the top five percent who own two-thirds of American capital i.e., those who control productive property, want you to believe that working for them for suppressed wages is much better than joining the (ulp) Unemployed. But when unemployment becomes funemployment, then never mind those greedy tycoons, who, don't forget, are culpable for this mess in the first place.

That's from an article titled, "(F)unemployment: Make The Best of It," by Frank Joseph Smecker,which appeared on the Carolyn Baker site. Great article, by the way.

Unhappy Hour

I was on my way to Kahala Mall at 7:30am this morning in my Nissan® Frontier truck. I spent about 1.5 hours in the Barnes & Noble® Café. Then, I departed for town on the bus.

I donated the book, The Atlantis Blueprint," by Wilson and Flem-Ath to the library. I really did not do much else there until 12:30pm. That's when I walked to the gym. The hottie front desk babe, Kelly, signed me up for the new card-less check-in. I will only need to enter my cell phone number on a keypad and verify my fingerprint in order to enter the gym. Reminds me of the empire's ridiculous airport security model. Spooky, isn't it?

One of my dreaded chores was the monthly pick-up of mail. I received yet another idiotic letter from the State Department of Taxation. I have been billed for an amount of money that I have already paid. I kind of suspected that the nonsense would never end, mainly because of the mental midgets that I have had to deal with. I had enclosed a note with my amended GET forms explaining the situation. Obviously, no one read it. So, I have been billed and penalized again. In addition, the amount in question was due yesterday.

I was fuming as the bus heading back to Kahala Mall was chugging along at 5mph. When I finally arrived there, I searched for a public phone. I called the State office, but it was closed for "Furlough Friday," just like last time. Can it get even more moronic than that?

Typical "Happy Hour" Hottie

I stopped off at Foodland Farms in the Aina Haina Shopping Center on the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Because of the latest fiasco with the State, I hastily added a bottle of Fox Horn® Sauvignon Blanc to my shopping list. "Happy Hour" was calling.

Back at Slob Manor, I discovered that the Chinaman stole both of the corkscrews that were in the community drawer in the kitchen. I had to use a steak knife and a butter knife to chisel my way through the cork of the wine bottle. Why didn't I just purchase a 40-dog of Steel Reserve® malt liquor instead? Sheesh!

Well, I finally completed the tweaking of Ubuntu "Lucid Lynx" Netbook Edition on my new Acer® Aspire One netbook computer (made in China). I decided to not uninstall a lot of the applications. The netbook actually has a greater hard drive capacity than my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. So, I just left them intact, although I will never use them. The only problem remaining is the messy Plymouth boot and shutdown screens. Booting and shutdown, however, are extremely fast, much faster than Ubuntu "Karmic Koala."

I should mention that I am not particularly impressed with the new "light" theme of Ubuntu. Clearly, there has been a concerted effort to emulate Apple®, especially with the new aubergine (read: purple) colors. Not good.

Well, I polished off the entire bottle of vino, not that I was feeling any better. Well, at least I am now the proud "owner" of two computers, both of which run Ubuntu Linux. Only a true nerd could be so proud. Heck, that's all I have to my name. Lord, have mercy!

Netbook Mania (Continued)

Yet another urban nomad kind-of-a-day summarized:

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

As I stated previously, same ol' shit, different day.

Typical "Lucid Lynx" Hottie

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I made the decision to run a trial of Ubuntu Netbook Edition (UNE) "Lucid Lynx" on my new Acer® Aspire One netbook computer (made in China). I used the USB Start-up Disk Creator utility on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook to install the operating system's ISO onto my Gigaware® flash drive. I then set the boot order in the Aspire One's BIOS. All went well. UNE ran quite well, with the exception that Plymouth was non-existent. Everything else seemed to work, so I went ahead with the full install. Why did I hastily decide to change the operating system? Well, Windows 7 Starter is both bloated and sluggish. I'll be spending the rest of the evening tweaking UNE (i.e., removing useless applications and installing useful ones).

Netbook Mania

Another day in Hawai'i Kai almost went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Yummy's Korean BBQ. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I departed shortly afterward because the niece is still visiting. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

I was feeling quite melancholy this afternoon. So, I decided to shop for a netbook computer. The process was tedious and unnerving. I started off at Best Buy®, then Office Max®, before ending up at Office Depot®. I ended up purchasing an Acer® Aspire One netbook (made in China) with Windows 7 Starter. The price was $300 (not on sale) at Office Depot®. Long story short, I ended up paying more than I desired in order to not go through the horrendous shopping experience again. I really despise shopping. I certainly do not believe that I could have endured a "Back to School" sale.

Was I feeling any less melancholy after purchasing the netbook computer? No, not really. I was actually much more unnerved. Will I be installing Ubuntu Netbook Edition on it? I don't know yet. Once I had the Acer® Aspire One netbook up and running, I discovered that it had some advanced features that may not be supported in Ubuntu. So, I will probably run it with Windows 7 for a little while. I am not planning to deprecate my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I am aware that the hard drive is now in the "gray area" of "mean time before failure" (MTBF). Optionally, I can order a new hard drive for it. Thus, I may be able to get another two or three years of usage.

The Acer® Aspire One netbook is a transitional device. I am forcing myself to downgrade to lower and more portable technology. What exactly do I need a large, advanced technology computer for? My vast hurdy-gurdy DVD library? The Vienna Sausage is already approaching its expiry. So, the vast hurdy-gurdy DVD library is rapidly becoming moot, if it isn't already.

Well, I'm going to spend the rest of the evening setting up my new netbook for immediate use. I may soon be carrying it with me on my daily urban nomad excursions.

Cosmology & Netbooks

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day summarized:

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

Same ol' shit, different day.

In my previous discussion about cosmology a few days ago, I left out any mention of string, "brane," or M theory, all of which are mathematically derived. The theories require at least ten dimensions to function. We, of course, only understand three dimensions.

The "Big bang" theory was originally postulated by Georges Lemaître, a physicist turned Catholic priest. I surmise that the "Big Bang" was largely discredited because of Lemaître's religious affiliation. The theory, itself, could almost be a creation account. How else would something appear from nothing?

The other alternatives appear to be based on the assumption that some form of universe was always in existence. Either the universes keep cycling compressed and expanded states, or there are several universe concurrently in existence (i.e., multiverse). These theories are somewhat incredulous because the assumption is that matter and some incarnation of the laws of physics have been around for eternity. Sounds a little religious, too, doesn't it?

Typical Young Cosmology Hottie

By the way, I am now seriously considering the acquisition of an inexpensive netbook. I am becoming less and less concerned with operating system "eye candy." Portability and functionality are the only important criteria. The netbook would also take the burden off of my aging Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Originally, I wanted to replace the latter with newer, technologically advanced model. Why bother? I'm better off relying on a smaller, simpler system. Let's see what the "Back to School" sales bring us in terms of bargains, eh?

A Bridge Too Far (Reprise)

The day in Hawai'i Kai started off exactly the same as Friday. No details are necessary. 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.

The last few days have literally been spent in a zombie-like stupor. I have no other way to describe the experience. Deep thoughts have temporarily gone to the wayside. My mind is essentially numb. Frankly, I believe that I am ready for the exodus, although I am still quite unprepared. There are too many "loose ends."

Regardless, I am no longer viable in the "system." I have exited the so-called "mainstream." However, I am still physically here, right smack in the middle of it all. I am watching as the fools here in Hawai'i are gearing up for the return to "infinite growth." Even wth foreclosures steadily accumulating, construction has ramped up again. More mega-hotels are popping up in Waikiki, although none of the existing hotels can even raise their rates above the usual cheap mainland motel prices. The ridiculous light rail system is the biggest albatross on the drawing boards. Ridiculous because of the exorbitant cost just for service from Kapolei to Ala Moana Center. One look at a map should be worth a few laughs.

The entire empire is gearing up for the return to "infinite growth." That's why there is no escape without expatriation. Although I marginally keep up with current events these days, I am always reminded of the clever phrase, "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic." I am at the point where I believe that humans are coming to the end of "civilization." No, I am not referring to Armageddon with fire and brimstone. Humans, particularly the moneychangers and powers-that-be, are pushing the envelope well beyond what is possible.

Heck, I'd like to be far, far away when the "shit hits the fan." Let's face it, though. There won't be any escape, at least not for the rank-and-file peons. However, I'd like to have a little peace and quiet before the killing and maiming commences.

Weekend Tidbits

The urban nomad Sunday?

• 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.

Need I say more? Obviously not.

I will at least mention that consumer mania was alive and well at Ala Moana Center. Money was being spent like there's no tomorrow. Oddly, an interesting article appeared recently in the newly merged Honolulu Star-Advertiser. Apparently, according to Credit Karma®, Hawai'i has the highest credit card debt per person ($9,296) in the nation. Hawai'i is also second in the nation for exorbitant mortgage debt ($314,721), following Cali in first place. Perhaps that explains everything: increasing debt is keeping us afloat.

Typical 3.5 Magnitude Hottie

We apparently had an earthquake of 3.5 magnitude along the Southeast coast of O'ahu, which is where Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is located. I was doing the dreaded laundry chores at the time. I did not notice anything. Sheesh!

I took a late afternoon walk to Niu Valley Middle School in order to escape the effects of the heat wave (especially in my squalid room). I actually walked deep into the campus this time. Within a few minutes, I was privy to witness some clown illegally dumping his commercial waste into the school's dumpsters. The campus seemed quite unfamiliar to me, even though I was a student there many moons ago. I sat down on one of the various benches to relax. I have to admit that I enjoyed the peace and quiet, something that I seldom experience at Slob Manor.

Post No. 1,539

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 7:10am this morning. Rain was coming down heavily. Fortunately I found covered parking in Koko Marina. Within minutes, I was on my way to Kahala Mall on the bus.

I spent my time at Barnes & Noble®. Then, I rode the bus back to Hawai'i Kai at 10:30am. I alighted at the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I sat on one of the benches overlooking the parking lot until 11:20am. Subsequently, I walked to Costco® and sat down on an uncomfortable concrete block. I had the privilege of watching rampant consumerism in action.

Shirley arrived on time at 11:30am. She had a few items to purchase, so she invited me along in case I may find something that I needed. I did happen to espy a nice tent that could suffice as a modest home of sorts. Afterward, Shirley and I ended up at The Shack in Kuapa Kai for lunch and "beverages." Once again, I ate a delicious greasy hamburger for lunch. Alas, we did not leave until 4pm.

I completed an abbreviated version of my usual workout at the gym. Then, I redeemed one of my "Meal Deal" cards at Foodland for a free Chicken Caesar Salad for dinner. Sadly, I had to return to the dump known as Slob Manor (read: rental housing).

Typical Unabashed Hotties

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4 Xul 12 Chuen

(12.19.17.9.11) I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 7:30am this morning. I first stopped off at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a big-ass cup of Seattle's Best® Colombian coffee. I ended up at the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I sat on one of the uncomfortable benches facing the parking lot. I stared off into the distant Ko'olau mountain range and reflected on the "Big Bang" bamboozle while I slowly sipped my coffee. Eventually, I meandered into City Mill and Ross® for no particular reason.

At 10:15am, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to the bus stop where moms was waiting. Long story short is that my sister-in-law's niece is visiting, so there is no telling who is hanging around the house. Avoidance is the best policy. My sister-in-law and nephew returned from their vacation on Tuesday. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I departed right afterward. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

I've been a little troubled by my discussion concerning the "Big Bang" yesterday in the "blog." The problem appears to originate with the "Singularity." Prior to the mysterious appearance of the "Singularity," there was nothing. What I mean by the term, "nothing," is that absolutely nothing existed. There were no dimensions,, no mass, no time, no space, no light. no dark, no sound. There were no atoms or molecules, nor were there any sub-atomic particles. There were no laws of physics and no mathematics. Absolutely no force fields (i.e., electromagnetic, gravitational, weak or strong bonding) existed. Thus, there is no possible way that the "Singularity," a point source of infinite mass could have come into being.

I had erroneously speculated yesterday that the "Singularity" had to be encapsulated in a tiny bubble of space. However, that makes no sense. The point source was allegedly comprised of even smaller components of sub-atomic particles, and the four forces were not yet in place. Perhaps there was a "grand unified force," but the presence of the latter would still exclude the possibility of the "Singularity." Certainly, there must be an answer.

"Big Bang" Bamboozle (Reprise)

Last night, I decided to take a walk at 8:30pm in the cool night air. My destination? Foodland Farms in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I looked around the store until I settled for a pint of Tropilicious Liliko'i Sorbet. If you happened to be driving along Kalani'ana'ole Highway near Aina Haina around 9pm, you may have seen a local boy (i.e., ol' lavahead) walking along and eating a pint of Tropilicious Sorbet. Sheesh!

As for 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.

Definitely another cruel Summer for the ol' lavahead.

Typical Cruel Summer Hottie

In my continuing research, I have discovered that I was partially wrong about the "Big Bang" theory. In my foolishness, I concluded that the universe consists only of material substances, that is, matter. However, the actual universe also includes space. I had previously assumed that space was essentially a vacuum in which the physical (i.e., material) universe resides. Shameful, considering that I claim to be well-versed in quantum physics.

Essentially, I figured that space was so infinite that it was both dimensionless and timeless. Space is essentially nothing, I concluded, if all matter is removed from it. The fact of the matter (no pun intended) is that, if I can draw Cartesian coordinates in space, then it is not nothing. Within a finite distance, space can also be defined by time. Although space is a vacuum, it exists.

The expanding universe includes space. In other words, space is apparently an amorphous bubble which somehow encloses the physical universe. It is the bubble that is expanding, just ahead of the myriad galaxies and other celestial bodies. The implication is quite profound. The universe is actually finite. There are theories about a finite universe with no boundaries, but that's another story. For our purposes, let us assume a finite universe with boundaries. What does this mean?

Well, if we go back to Time Zero, the supposed point when the "Singularity" existed, there is a slight problem. Just before the "Singularity" appeared, there was absolutely nothing. No space. No matter. Nothing, not even a vacuum. Nothing that we could call "reality" existed. When the microscopic "singularity" appeared by whatever means, it had to be encapsulated in an equally microscopic bubble of space. Once the "Big Bang" occurred, space had to expand quite rapidly to facilitate the expanding matter.

Over the billions of years, space has become quite huge. However, if the theory is correct, then there is a finite boundary. Beyond that boundary, there can exist absolutely nothing. If anything were to cross that boundary, it would cease to exist. Well, of course, as I mentioned, there are theories of a finite universe with no boundaries. Basically, the universe folds onto itself or is in the shape of a polygon (i.e., dodecahedron). Supposedly, if anything crosses the boundary, it appears miraculously at another boundary (i.e., re-enters the universe at another point). The effect simulates an infinite universe. Nonetheless, it becomes quite clear why "dark matter" and "dark energy" have been theorized to exist. Both tend to fill in the blanks about how space and the universe are expanding.

Well, that's enough to boggle the mind, eh? No doubt, I will return to the topic in the future. For now, the implications here on earth, specifically my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), are clear. I am wasting a lot of time when I know that there is no purpose or meaning to human existence, at least nothing defined by a higher source. The nihilistic vision is not the absolute authority, though. Thus, there must be something else, some kind of obscure clue. What could it be?

I have been contemplating the acquisition of one of those tiny netbook computers and installing Ubuntu Netbook Edition or MeeGo® (formerly Moblin). However, the netbooks seem quite expensive considering the mediocre hardware. I would like a computer to carry with me daily, though. And, I refuse to consider the Apple® iPad®. Alas, perhaps I should wait until I have to replace my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer.

Unbearable, Very Unbearable

The urban nomad redundancy:

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

Yeah, the redundancy is so mind-numbing that I started out doing tomorrow's workout at the gym this afternoon. Fortunately, I realized the folly of my error. I had ample time to return to the proper course.

A couple of interesting tidbits are worth mentioning. Chris Hedges discussed the ridiculous "healthcare reform" in an article titled, "Obama’s Health Care Bill Is Enough to Make You Sick," which appeared on the Truthdig site. Let's face it. The "healthcare reform" is a joke. It's all about making the healthy people pay the price for the unhealthy people. Why not crack down on the subsidies of motorized chairs for the megalithic (read: obese) slobs who can no longer walk because of weight problems?

I had to laugh pathetically when I read the article, "'Graduating' From Graduating From College: The Ivory Tower Crumbles," by Carolyn Baker. The author summed up my sentiments exactly (after having spent ten excruciating years as a pseudo-professor at places like the Diploma Mill). In fact, both the "blog" and the old journal often highlighted similar points. Do I want to return to pseudo-professorship? No way!

Typical Heatwave Hottie

Well, we have been enduring a heatwave now for four days. There have been only a few light showers, which simply add to the humidity. The trade winds are also on-existent. Ubearable, very unbearable.

Redundant, Very Redundant

The redundant daily summary:

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

Redundant, very redundant.

The "disconnection" has been a very unnerving process. However painful, I cannot turn back. I am committed to "wipe the slate clean." Sadly, no matter how many layers of human stupidity that I peel back, I will continue to be constrained by the forces of "society" and "civilization." I cannot "will to animal" (or "will to troglodyte"), as it were. Thus, the "disconnection" has been reduced to an academic exercise. Its potency has been marginalized. Nonetheless, I can, at best, proceed with the exodus.

Typical "Civilized" Hottie

My almost-daily problems and run-ins with the masses are actually a function of my own entrenchment in the tyranny of "civilization." I was brought up properly, even though my roots are in the economically disenfranchised class of empire. I was indoctrinated with ethics, morals, good manners, and the like (essentially what is called "civility"). In my own foolish quest to transcend my original class, I further refined myself with increased rigor and self-indoctrination. Thus, when I am exposed to the myriad members of "society," I react quite adversely when they do not display the social accoutrements befitting their elevated status. In fact, most of them are clearly expressing the "will to animal." In my quest to "disconnect," I must completely ignore that crap.

The unsanitary conditions at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is another case in point. The residents are all slobs to a varying degree. I've already detailed the latter situation in the "blog." The problem appears to be with me, however. Once again, I was not able to recognize the "will to animal." The disgusting filth is only relative to my indoctrinated "civility." There is no difference between the conditions at Slob Manor and the way true wildlife live. Once the artificial constraints of "society" are removed, humans will revert to what they are ... animals.

On a side note, The S3 Spyder Arctic Laser mentioned in the "blog" of July 7th should not be considered a weapon. Being a one-watt laser, it is passively dangerous (i.e., cause blindness). The laser is not a weapon. It is not a "light saber." It may be able to cause severe burns if the subject stays in place as the light beam is applied for an extended period of time. Nothing can replace the "nine" (read: 9mm semi-automatic pistol). Sheesh!

Quid Pro Quo

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.

Well, all that I accomplished was the replacement of the cabin (air-conditioning) filter in my Nissan® Frontier truck. I discovered that the bolt which is supposed to secure the plastic access cover to the filter was missing. The New City Nissan® dealership now performs routine inspections on all vehicles regardless of the service ticket. Obviously, the idea is to find more problems in order to pad up the service ticket. Thus, the bolt was probably misplaced during the last oil change.

Moms gave me more religious material to read. Unfortunately, I can no longer even tolerate skimming through the nonsense. The cult that produces the material is yet another in the long line of failed "end times" dispensationalist organizations. Every few weeks the same crap is printed over and over again, at the least wasting a tremendous amount of paper. When the cult's prophesies fail (as they have over six times so far), then the interpretation is reworked to extend the "final" day further into the future. What I really cannot understand is how moms and the rest of the cult just can't seem to see the ugly truth. They have wasted their entire lives, making many personal sacrifices, for a dream that will never come true.

I suppose that there is a positive argument for religion. It allegedly brings out the "good" in people. I would like to buy into the argument, but I can't. When people do "good" because they fear a certain deity, or they have a quid pro quo arrangement to guarantee their salvation, then their motivation is suspect. I can just imagine the kind of chaos that would ensue if all of the followers of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) were to truly discover that their religions are a farce and that their deity does not exist.

More so, what would happen if people finally realized that the universe is morally neutral? Or, that there is no such a concept as justice? Or, that "evil" and "sin" are strictly human concoctions? Or, that we are simply animals who have a propensity for killing and maiming? Or, that, although we have a soul, our persona is functionally constrained to our physical brain? Almost all belief systems would collapse instantaneously. We would become as helpless as we were when the first humans made an appearance. There would be a reckoning of sorts, but I am not certain whether it would be all that traumatic.

Family & Nihilism

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Caught a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Nihilistic, very nihilistic.

Well, I have been throwing around the word, "nihilism," and its derivatives for a few weeks now. The shock value may have worn off, but the meaning remains true to form. The "deconstruction" continues. Now, I am wondering about the validity of familial structures. Our immediate family, whether it be with parents or as parents, is supposed to be the most important social construct within our lifetime. Why, then, are families some of the most self-destructive units known to humans? Why so much grief, apathy, and violence when "unconditional love" is supposedly the glue that keeps families together?

We know that marriage is a human concoction, not a divine mandate. No deity has ever sanctified marriage. We also know that sibling incest was a necessary part of the human legacy. Otherwise, there would have been no progeny. If marriage is only a human attempt to force "civility" upon the "savages," then what is the validity of the family?

In my own experience, familial relationships have always been strained. I had chosen to return to Hawai'i to honor my parents while they are still alive, as is the customary tradition within my ethnicity. Do I have love for my parents? Or, am I simply showing deep respect for them? Is there a difference?

Typical "Human Legacy" Hottie

Let us also remember that the nihilistic point-of-view has only come about because there are too many unanswered questions about the human legacy. We cannot depend on history, religion, or science for the truth. In fact, what we find is simply an enormous collection of myths and legends, much of which is passed off as fact. As a result, the masses are living in some kind of dream world. There's only one thing that's absolutely certain: we only have this one life to live.

Nihilism & Tidbits

The Nihilistic One's daily summary:

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

The Nihilistic One? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Incidentally, nihilism is simply a tool to "wipe the slate clean." The entire fabricated human legacy must be eradicated before gnosis and truth come to fruition. We are speaking of layer upon layer of failed "civilization" paradigms. The "moral society" required the institution of organized religion to codify and enforce morality through fear. The current secular "moral-less society" replaced religion with the "ownership" paradigm. If the masses are allowed access to whatever they want from an unlimited materialistic smörgåsbord, they will behave themselves. That is, in theory, the masses will be ethically constrained only by debt service (read: slavery). What a joke!

Thus, nihilism has been instrumental in accommodating the deconstruction of my life as well as deconstructing the façade of "society." Square zero, essentially. I felt empty, listless, and anxious for several days. I was lost in a fog of confusion. I questioned everything. I could not conceptualize real answers. All that came to mind was the endless failed rhetoric of "civilization." I could no longer distinguish between fact or fiction. I was losing the will to live.

Typical "Fact or Fiction" Hottie

As "they" say, the proof is in the pudding (actually, the proof of the pudding is in the eating), whomever "they" are. Modern "civilization" is collapsing but, oh, so slowly. The empire, as usual, is the trendsetter. The few legitimate readers of the "blog" may wish to read an entry titled, "An American Diary," by Morris Berman on his Dark Ages America "blog." The ol' lavahead encounters the same crap on a daily basis. As I nihilist, I see the reason why humans cannot adhere to the "civilization" paradigms. Humans are a species of animal. Civility is an artificial construct.

Although "civilization" is collapsing, the empire (as well as other political and economic entities) will remain steadfastly strong throughout the ordeal. Do not expect the latter status quo to drastically change unless there is a global cataclysm (e.g., global flood, magnetic pole reversal, earth crust displacement). The moneychangers can pump endless fiat money into the "system" to keep it going. The powers-that-be can fuel endless wars to restructure the myriad political entities and keep them running. Can you say, "Animal Farm"?

In any case, once the "slate is wiped clean," I am not certain about what will happen next. I cannot return to the so-called "mainstream." The exodus must happen, but I have no idea of its specifics at this time. All I can say is that the impulse to flee is growing stronger every day.

Well, what better time to throw out a few tidbits. First, I should mention that my Waterpik® WP-360W Dental Water Jet or Water Flosser has been consistently operational. The device works quite well and has given me no problems for the two few months.

Second, there have been quite a few people searching for information about Capital Pacific Group, no doubt sensing that the operation is a scam. Although I was suspicious at first, I decided to use the firm's services to recover forgotten assets as detailed in the "blog" of June of last year. The aforementioned assets were recovered within six months of the initial filing. The firm did most of the groundwork to discover obscure information which I did not have. The fee was ten percent of the recovered assets, which I felt was more than justified.

Nihilistic Meltdown

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned, although my bro returned early from work because he was illin'. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy'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.

I was finally able to procure the cabin (air conditioning) filter for my Nissan® Frontier truck at NAPA® this afternoon. The cost? A whopping $16 for a couple of flimsy paper filters. Yes, there are actually two filters to be replaced. In my fragile mental state, I am not certain when the task will be performed.

Nihilism has caused me to become quite testy lately. My patience with the human animal has been worn extremely thin. My tolerance for sheer stupidity has been worn even thinner. Divestiture of my useless possessions is at a standstill again. And, there's hella confusion. I suppose that my puny mind has become overloaded, what with all of the mind-boggling realizations as of late. Then, there's the irritating day-to-day crap which is slowly driving me berserk. Holy Mackerel! I need a break from thinking already.

Well, since nihilism has caused a mental bottleneck, 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 "Powder Keg Mix." The second half of the mix is deep, very deep.

Fool's Paradise (Reprise)

The urban nomad daily summary:

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Restored extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Redundant, isn't it? Maybe we should dispense with the summary entirely.

I ran into Ann this morning at the library. The situation seems to be getting worse for her. She is currently the caretaker of a large estate in Kuli'ou'ou. Thus, she does not have to worry about paying rent. However, the owners of the house have abruptly decided to sell the place. The price? A whopping $8.2 million. Once the place sells, Ann will be without a residence. She's been desperately looking for another wage slave job, but to no avail. All I could do was sympathize with her.

At the gym, I had a run-in with an asswipe just as I was about to ascend the stairs to the lobby. The self-important dickhead was descending the stairs. He decided to cut directly in front of me, which caused him to brush against my shoulder. The stairs are narrow, and people usually follow the protocol of staying to the right side in the direction of travel. Not so with dickhead. He was just too full of himself. I called him every kind of name in the book as he walked off. I backtracked to confront him at the entrance to the locker room. As to be expected, the moron was also self-righteous. The entire scenario was fruitless.

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I spoke with the landlord about the ink in the dryer. We tried to clean the globs of remaining ink, but they were already dried out. The landlord also told both Alan and I that the Chinaman has been trying to secretly move out. He's apparently about 1.5 months behind in rent. I expressed my desire to move into one of the soon-to-be vacant rooms downstairs. The landlord, however, does not want to leave the Indian guy upstairs by himself. So, if I move downstairs, then the landlord will force the Indian guy to move into the other soon-to-be vacant room downstairs. To make sense of the situation, the Chinaman is currently occupying two rooms. Alan, of course, does not want the Indian guy to move downstairs. I don't blame him. If I move downstairs, I wouldn't want the Indian guy down there either. Sheesh!

Typical Philosophical Hottie

I have pondered the idea of including a few nihilistic philosophical tidbits in the "blog." Then, I wondered, why bother? Who really cares? I'll throw in a few tidbits here and there when I feel like it. Otherwise, there is no need for a formal discourse.

15 Zec 3 Ik'

(12.19.17.9.2) I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 7:30am this morning. 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.

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I decided to perform the dreaded laundry chores. After washing and drying my laundry, I discovered huge black spots all over everything. Yeah, the Indian guy completed his laundry a couple of days ago. After inconveniencing everyone else by leaving his stuff in both the washer and dryer for two days, he apparently left some kind of ink pen in his clothes. The sad part is that the dickhead just doesn't seem to care. He spilled a whole carton of milk in the second floor fridge about a month ago. The puddle of milk is now dried and rotting. Fortunately, my food is totally isolated in a very small protected section of the fridge. Well, I suppose that the Indian guy's laundry is probably all stained with black spots, too. I doubt that he cares. He'll just purchase a whole new wardrobe. Oddly, he's got debt consolidation letters coming at a rate of about two per day, and he sure doesn't seem to care much about that problem either. The letters are all sitting in a pile downstairs. The Indian guy is simply a jerk-off and a real loser.

S3 Spyder Arctic Laser

Alan, one of the other Slob Manor residents, told me about a new laser device on the market. He's a police officer, so he is always informed about new weaponry. I was able to find the device on the Net. It's called the S3 Spyder Arctic and is available for about $197 through Wicked Lasers. I may need to add it to my arsenal, which currently only consists of an aging Nova® Spirit electronic restraining device (ERD). Perhaps I could deploy the S3 Spyder Arctic device on the Indian guy. Sheesh!

I am once again going through my routine paperwork purge. Yes, I am searching for more useless paperwork to divest. Anything and everything, no matter how big or small, must be evaluated for divestiture. In my nihilistic state, I have become convinced that there are too many tethers to slavery, many of which are obscure or hidden. Each tether must be ferreted out and destroyed.

Well, I discussed the "Countdown" yesterday, only implying the use of a psychological "clock." I gave no hint concerning the mechanism of the "clock." I must, therefore, announce that I am using the Mayan Long Count, for what that's worth. Yes, I know that it resets in a couple of years. No, I will not be resetting my life then. The "Countdown" continues ...

Countdown

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed reading the book, "In the Absence of God: Dwelling in the Presence of the Sacred," by Sam Keen at the library
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

When will it end? When will it end?

Sam Keen's book, "In the Absence of God," was quite interesting. Not "heavy" reading, but certainly enough to generate ample ruminations. I read the entire book in one sitting.

Hard as it may be to believe, I spend most of my days in deep thought. As a result, one would believe that I could not suffer from a poverty of words. Unfortunately, I have no way to articulate my complex thoughts. Essentially, I am attempting to deconstruct humanity such that I may be able to extrapolate our original purpose on earth. Obviously, an exercise in futility.

Typical "Countdown" Hottie

I have also activated the "Countdown," a useless psychological "clock" which is tracking my remaining 25 years (theoretically) on the planet. There's no telling how many of those 25 years will be "good years," that is, with little old age pain and suffering. With so little time left, why am I bothering with such foolishness? I should be taking action. Yet, I have no idea what I plan to accomplish. All worldly pursuits are simply a waste of time. I certainly don't plan to offer my time to humanity. Why bother? The fools are working hard at realizing mass suicide without my help. And, unlike Sam Keen and Chris Hedges, I do not believe that the concept of justice exists. Nor do I believe that we humans have a "moral compass." We certainly have the tools to implement justice. We just don't care to use them.

Curiously, one of my current concerns is how the people of ancient megalithic societies carved up and moved those huge 200-ton stone blocks around, no less how they raised them up to build structures. Contemporary engineers can't figure it out. I'm an engineer, and I can't figure it out. There's also no need to ask why they did it. We'll never know no matter how hard we try.

As the "Countdown" keeps ticking away, though, I am compelled to commune with the planet itself, with nature, or whatever. I am not sure how I can accomplish such a task. I am an animal that has lost its way. I've lost my bearings, just as the entire human race. I've been buried under the myriad layers of institutional stupidity that humans have created in the course of their entire existence.

No other animal can witness the glory of the Creation and truly feel an appreciation for it. However, there's not much to see or appreciate when the entire landscape has been paved over. We see no plant diversification. We see no other animals except humans and their mangy pets. When only one species of animal overtakes an entire locale, that particular animal goes through a degenerative metamorphosis. The stock becomes inferior with mentally diseased traits. The stock also becomes physically weaker and susceptible to general malaise. We've come to embrace all of that in what we call "civilization."

Humans were already "diseased" when they were lugging the huge megalithic blocks of stones around. When exactly were they not "diseased"? That's the real question, isn't it? And, we certainly need to find the answer before the "Countdown" stops.

Fifth of July

"If a man does not have two-thirds of the day to himself, he is a slave." -- Friedrich Nietzsche

I was on my way to Kahala Mall at 7:30am this morning. Obviously, I spent the morning in Barnes & Noble® for lack of an alternative. I was not able to perceive that a holiday was in session, except the bus was running on a limited schedule. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Typical Holiday Hottie

The empire's stock market has been tanking again. Frankly, I stopped caring a long time ago. The doomsayers, however, are out in force. They are now predicting the "Third Depression." Okay, whatever. Just give Ben "Handjob" Bernanke of the Fed more time to make more money appear out of thin air. Sadly, the last two negative surges will now require the Dow to hit 19,000 in order to compensate. Not to worry. The moneychangers and powers-that-be will not let themselves down.

I neglected to mention that the state of my "disconnection" with society has been troublesome. The "existential crisis" has, in fact, spiraled out of control. The "disconnection," itself, can be symbolized by falling dominoes. I can no longer find any substance to human existence. Our entire human history has been designed to subterfuge the fact that we are simply animals. I simply cannot stress that fact enough. All I know is that I feel like fleeing. Yet, where would I go?

Slave Day 2010

"On this July 4, we would do well to renounce nationalism and all its symbols: its flags, its pledges of allegiance, its anthems, its insistence in song that God must single out America to be blessed." -- Howard Zinn

Welcome to Slave Day 2010! The urban nomad summation of the day?

• 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.

Once a slave, always a slave.

Typical "Independence" Hottie

Believe it or not, the whole day was reminiscent of a typical Sunday. As far as I could tell, there was no holiday. All of the stores were open. Rampant consumerism was at play everywhere. Only the sounds of fireworks in the early evening provided a hint. What exactly is there to celebrate anyway?

I enjoyed my outing with Shirley yesterday, although the brewskis probably provided some level of social lubrication for both of us. One aspect of any social outing is that such events can tear the fabric of nihilism. I slip into the so-called "mainstream" momentarily, then I slip back out. The danger is that I begin to see the "mainstream" as normal. An incongruence develops. And, I am left is a confused state. Days later, I finally recover and assume my usual nihilistic persona.

I really didn't provide much of an explanation to Shirley about why I am getting rid of my useless possessions. First of all, most of my possessions would not appear useless to the casual consumerist onlooker. I simply told her that I may have to move at a moment's notice and did not want to be bogged down with "stuff." That's partially true. The point was really made to me on the day of the non-existent tsunami (refer to the "blog" of February 27th). Although I had ample time to evacuate Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I only chose to load the most important possessions in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Whatever was left behind is now what I wish to divest or is just considered dispensable.

Back at Slob Manor, the Chinaman has not moved out. In fact, Alan told me that the crap actually belongs to the Chinaman's ho'. She apparently was storing her possessions in the dump courtesy the Chinaman. The ho' may have found her own place of residence, which may explain why the Chinaman hasn't been around very much lately.

On a final note, I should point to Jerry Mazza's Online Journal article titled, "Do you feel independent on Independence Day?" Mazza articulates my own thoughts, which I could have written myself had the "blog" more legitimate readers. He begins, "Before 'Old Glory' gets raised, the burgers and dogs go on the grill; before the potato salad and coleslaw and other goodies get heaped on your plate, let me lay this pickle next to them ..." Check it out, but keep the tranquilizers handy.

High Maintenance

I was on my way to Kahala Mall at 7:30am this morning in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Yes, I had coffee in the Barnes & Noble® Café. Yes, I perused a few Linux periodicals. Yes, the hottie bookseller was on duty.

I should also mention that we've been experiencing a lot of rain in the past three days in the islands, much more than the entire Winter period. Global climate change? You be the judge. The heaviest rain occurs in the morning. The rain clears by mid-afternoon with sunny skies and extreme humidity.

I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 11am. I was barely able to find shaded parking in Koko Marina. Actually, even Kahala Mall was extremely busy when I left. I waited for Shirley by the theater complex as agreed upon. I kept looking for her as all of the cars drove by because I had doubts that she could find a parking space. Sure enough, Shirley stopped right across the way from where I was standing. She seemed perturbed. Neither of us expected the crowds to be that bad. I hopped in her car. Shirley said that we had to eat lunch at a place which serves brewskis. That only left The Shack in Kuapa Kai.

To make a long story short, we spent nearly three hours in The Shack. Lunch was delicious. Shirley even talked me into imbibing in a few brewskis. Afterward, Shirley dropped me off back at Koko Marina. I gave her my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press, a whole mess of blank CD-ROMs, and a large crescent wrench to add to her small tool set in the trunk of her car. In retrospect, I should have kept the Nalu Board (similar to Indo Board) and given it to her as well.

I performed an abbreviated version of my usual workout at the gym. I then attempted to stop off at the NAPA® store to see if I could procure a replacement cabin (air conditioner) filter for my truck. Unfortunately, the store was closed. So, I visited Safeway® to purchase a pack of bran muffins (two of which I ate for dinner) before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).

Typical High Maintenance Hottie
Well, the expenses for last month exceeded $2,800 for the first time in a long while. Yet, ironically, I have nothing to show for it. I am down to nearly zero personal possessions. I sleep in a crappy sleeping bag. I wear the same clothes every day for a whole week. My life is similar to having a high maintenance babe with no wild thing permitted. Sheesh!

Post No. 1,524

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms served leftover Beef Curry, fresh vegetables, and rice for lunch. 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.

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I enjoyed a couple of hours of silence. Then, a massive slammin' soirée commenced. Apparently, the Chinaman is moving out. From the second floor window, I could see him packing his minivan with all of his crap. I can't say that he will be missed. Unfortunately, the Indian guy has no similar plans. Alas, perhaps my time to move has come as well.

Zilch

The urban nomad summation?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed reading the book, "The Jesus Papers: Exposing the Greatest Cover-Up in History," by Michael Baigent at the library
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Oh brother. Can it get any more nihilistic?

I had a run-in this morning with another bus passenger, some weird old African-American babe (term used very loosely). I was taking my sweet time in moving to the rear exit at the usual bus stop that I alight at on Beretania Street. Heck, I'm an old man. The bitch was right behind me. The bus pulled away from the curb. I had to shout to the bus driver. He stopped the bus. The bitch, however, could not resist telling me that I was walking too slow. "Shut up!" I yelled. Everyone on the bus turned around to look. The bitch also alighted after hesitating. As she walked by, I said in a nihilistic tone, "Don't give me shit early in the morning, stupid fuckin' bitch." The psychopath mumbled something about calling the police. "Beat it!" I hollered. She walked on. Every time she looked back, I yelled, "Beat it!" I am not going to waste any more "blog" space to describe that fringe lunatic. The psychopath is a regular bus rider, so I know from observation that she's a nutcase.

I am actually surprised by the sheer number of people who are going to live their one and only life in a deranged state. How does one lose his or her mind? I don't even believe that the religion of science has an answer. As I have no choice but to move in the same circles as the lowest classes of humans, I am privy to see mental illness on a regular basis. Often, as the previous incident suggests, I have to interact directly with those nutcases.

The problem is overpopulation. There are just too many humans, most of whom have been bred to be both stupid and ignorant. There's also an increasing class of "useless eaters," of which the ol' lavahead is a member. What I don't understand is why humans keep reproducing. Even stupid and ignorant people have some idea about mortality. As I have asked before, why bring another human life into existence knowing that mortality is inevitable. If one makes it to the so-called "Golden Years," there is the unpleasant discovery that there's nothing "Golden" about it. Mostly, old age is a long period of pain and suffering. Yet, in 30 years, the world population is anticipated to be 9 billion. We're almost at the 7 billion mark now. Compare that with the 2.5 billion people who existed only 50 years ago. Nothing can rationally explain that kind of stupidity.

Typical Abstinence Hottie
The ol' lavahead loves to do the wild thing with young hotties. However, he is going to make absolutely sure that no new humans arrive as a result. Right now, the latter is totally guaranteed by his abstinence policy. Actually, nothing that the ol' lavahead does (or does not do) makes any kind of difference. His mendicant ways, his obsessive recycling methodology, his desire to sacrifice his own wants for the commonweal are all in vain. What is one person out of 7 billion? Absolutely nothing. Nada. Zilch.