Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Foremost® 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.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the revolving door is twirling around faster and faster. The new chick tenant is in the process of moving in downstairs. Her boyfriend lives "around the corner," which I suppose is just a block or so away. The presence of a chick, boyfriend or not, presents a big problem. Unless she spends a lot of time with her boyfriend, she could subject the rest of us to the "henhouse" effect. And, the new guy tenant will be moving in upstairs tomorrow. Voilà! We have a full house again.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Dispatches from the Rock Pile
"You're perfectly capable of finding a job and working," Shirley told me yesterday. I am not sure why I was being admonished, unless somehow she was under the mistaken assumption that I am currently receiving welfare benefits. Or, has she become one of the masses of brainwashed wage slaves suffering from Stockholm Syndrome? I am clearly self-supporting, even though I am one of the myriad victims of the recent "Wall Street" financial fraud. Heck, I am even a participating member, albeit disgruntled, of the so-called "ownership society." Sheesh! Shirley's recent revelations that she politically resonates with the camp that includes Glenn Beck (of Fux News) and Sarah Palin certainly shocked me. Does she understand which class the latter camp represents? Sort of reminiscent of the book, "What's the Matter with Kansas?" by Thomas Frank, eh?
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday was punctuated by an extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking fine, real fine, by the way. As I exited the gym at 1pm, I was surprised to see the rain coming down hard. When I first arrived in the morning, the weather was extremely nice. Rain or drought, I always see the tireless urban nomad itinerary to completion.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I engaged in a brief chat with the landlord. Joseph, apparently summoned by the landlord, was upstairs cleaning. A new guy is moving in upstairs in a few days. He will be the sole occupant on the second floor. The landlord also claimed that Joseph was only borrowing the Nissan® Frontier truck that he's been driving. The landlord believes that the Iraqi guy was lying to me to maintain an air of bravado. The more I thought about it, though, I realized that Joseph was probably lying to the landlord. If the landlord knew that he had enough money to purchase the truck, then he should have been able to pay the Slob Manor rent. For the sake of Joseph, I did not point out the obvious.
As for the ol' lavahead, there's nothing new to report. He's maintaining the damned status quo, to no one's surprise. When will he ever learn?
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday was punctuated by an extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking fine, real fine, by the way. As I exited the gym at 1pm, I was surprised to see the rain coming down hard. When I first arrived in the morning, the weather was extremely nice. Rain or drought, I always see the tireless urban nomad itinerary to completion.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I engaged in a brief chat with the landlord. Joseph, apparently summoned by the landlord, was upstairs cleaning. A new guy is moving in upstairs in a few days. He will be the sole occupant on the second floor. The landlord also claimed that Joseph was only borrowing the Nissan® Frontier truck that he's been driving. The landlord believes that the Iraqi guy was lying to me to maintain an air of bravado. The more I thought about it, though, I realized that Joseph was probably lying to the landlord. If the landlord knew that he had enough money to purchase the truck, then he should have been able to pay the Slob Manor rent. For the sake of Joseph, I did not point out the obvious.
As for the ol' lavahead, there's nothing new to report. He's maintaining the damned status quo, to no one's surprise. When will he ever learn?
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Inanity or Insanity? (Continued)
My Nissan® Frontier truck and I spent the day in Hawai'i Kai because of the scheduled monthly meeting with Shirley (although December's meeting was cancelled). We're back to the usual itinerary, by the way. What's humorous, of course, is that Shirley is now passionately pursuing the so-called "American Dream," whereas I have abandoned the latter almost entirely.
When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed that most of the Iraqi guy's kitchenware was gone. His Nissan® Frontier truck was also gone, along with his limerant object's vehicle. For some unknown reason, Alan was lying on the couch in the living room with a shit-eatin' grin on his face. Joseph and his limerant object returned a few minutes later in his truck. They noisily resumed the packing of their belongings. I surmised that they have expedited the move to Kalihi. From all indications, the Iraqi guy and his limerant object moved out of Slob Manor entirely by 7pm. The end of yet another era.
Well, the situation is seemingly rather bleak for MeeGo®. I just don't think that it will come to anything. Netbooks are already on the way out. And, Android® has already staked its claim in the tablet device arena (as well as "smartphones"). I have a real albatross on my hands, a netbook running MeeGo®. Unfortunately, Android does not function well on non-touchscreen devices like netbooks. The time is coming for me to "jump ship." To where, though? As far as I know, the ridiculous hard drive load cycle problem still afflicts Ubuntu and other Linux flavors.
The real problem, however, is that I need to wean myself from computers, the Net, and downloading hurdy-gurdy videos. Obviously, I really can't wean myself entirely from computers. All of my financial transactions are done on-line. My only means of communications is on-line. Thus, what I need at a bare minimum is a reliable netbook. Why did I discard the despicable Windows 7 Starter Edition?
And, what of the burgeoning hurdy-gurdy video collection m? Is it time to mummify it as well? The foolish hurdy-gurdy video collection is the only reason, as far as I can tell, that there is a need for two computers and a portable hard drive. What is so important about the damned collection? Heck, I can't even seem to fathom the idea of divesting my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, even though it is four years old and its hard drive is due to fail at any time. And, why am I so obsessed with getting 720p (H.264) videos to play on my already overtaxed Acer® Aspire One netbook? Inane, very inane.
When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed that most of the Iraqi guy's kitchenware was gone. His Nissan® Frontier truck was also gone, along with his limerant object's vehicle. For some unknown reason, Alan was lying on the couch in the living room with a shit-eatin' grin on his face. Joseph and his limerant object returned a few minutes later in his truck. They noisily resumed the packing of their belongings. I surmised that they have expedited the move to Kalihi. From all indications, the Iraqi guy and his limerant object moved out of Slob Manor entirely by 7pm. The end of yet another era.
Well, the situation is seemingly rather bleak for MeeGo®. I just don't think that it will come to anything. Netbooks are already on the way out. And, Android® has already staked its claim in the tablet device arena (as well as "smartphones"). I have a real albatross on my hands, a netbook running MeeGo®. Unfortunately, Android does not function well on non-touchscreen devices like netbooks. The time is coming for me to "jump ship." To where, though? As far as I know, the ridiculous hard drive load cycle problem still afflicts Ubuntu and other Linux flavors.
The real problem, however, is that I need to wean myself from computers, the Net, and downloading hurdy-gurdy videos. Obviously, I really can't wean myself entirely from computers. All of my financial transactions are done on-line. My only means of communications is on-line. Thus, what I need at a bare minimum is a reliable netbook. Why did I discard the despicable Windows 7 Starter Edition?
And, what of the burgeoning hurdy-gurdy video collection m? Is it time to mummify it as well? The foolish hurdy-gurdy video collection is the only reason, as far as I can tell, that there is a need for two computers and a portable hard drive. What is so important about the damned collection? Heck, I can't even seem to fathom the idea of divesting my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, even though it is four years old and its hard drive is due to fail at any time. And, why am I so obsessed with getting 720p (H.264) videos to play on my already overtaxed Acer® Aspire One netbook? Inane, very inane.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Inanity or Insanity?
This morning, Joseph was standing outside on the Slob Manor (read: rental housing) driveway just as I was readying myself for departure. He was proud to show me his new vehicle, a 1997 Nissan® Frontier 4X4 crew cab truck. He purchased it for $11,000 from a friend. It has 55,000 miles on it, and it's a lighter shade of gray than mine. The Iraqi guy's truck is now parked next to mine on the rock pile. That Joseph, he's a humorous fellow.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms served Keoki's® Pork Lau Lau, lamp-baked chicken, fresh vegetables, and rice for lunch. Later, moms served Foremost® 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.
One of moms' neighbors across the cul-de-sac passed on over a week ago. Moms only learned about the deceased neighbor when she ran into another neighbor while we were at Foodland. And, my sister-in-law's sole elderly client passed on just yesterday. The old folks are "dropping like flies."
Moms was quite surprised that no one had even mentioned the neighbor's passing, not even the immediate family. Most of the people in the 'hood have lived there for at least 45 years. I am not really surprised, though. Rampant consumerism and the so-called "ownership society" have increased alienation and isolation. Owning lots of crap requires essentially a fortress for protection from the outside scum. Eventually, neighbors become scum as well. Some neighbors, like the House of Lolo, are true scum. Little wonder why there will never be any kind of rebellion in the empire as has recently occurred in Tunisia and Egypt. Kinship and community still exists in other lands.
Of course, all of the neighbors know that moms is part of a fanatic religious cult. The cult members are required to proselytize to grief-stricken survivors of tragedy. The purpose, of course, is conversion during the victim's weakest moment. Moms had, in fact, earlier given me more religious publications to read. The cult produces voluminous material. Thousands upon thousands of books, magazines, tracts, CDs, DVDs, and so forth. Just exactly how much can be written about the Unholy Scriptures without total redundancy? Sheesh!
Sometimes, I really have to laugh out loud (LOL). There's just no rhyme or reason for my personal insanity. I follow the same urban nomad routine daily. In the evening, I have nothing else better to do than spend five or more hours in front of my computer, be it the Toshiba® Satellite notebook or the Acer® Aspire One netbook, with much of that time spent downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips for my massive collection. Heck, insanity may be an understatement.
Obviously, I have yet to lose my mind, so to speak. Thus, when I use the term "insanity," I am applying it figuratively. In my daily romp about town as the infamous urban nomad, I am treated to a smörgåsbord of lunatics. Exactly what were the conditions that made them lose their minds? Was it the "glass menagerie" of "civilization"? Was it the burdensome weight of the "ownership society"? Was it the long-term effects of enslavement?
Perhaps I possess some kind of immunity to schizophrenia and psychosis. Or, I may have an extremely high threshold of pain. Or, worst yet, I am living in a state of total denial of reality. I could be living in a dream world, much like the followers of the myth-based Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam). Then again, I may have lost my mind and not even be aware of the event. Now, that's the true definition of insanity, isn't it?
I am actually not alone. I am lucid, just like most of the other chimps and apes around me. There are varying degrees of lucidity, though, and I reckon that I fall within the higher end. The other chimps and apes are on the verge of "losing it." And, that's because they take themselves far too seriously inside the "glass menagerie." They walk around with their noses up in the air, not just out of sheer snobbery, but because they aspire to ascend to heights above the "glass ceiling." Seems so attainable, yet so far away. Not to mention the glass itself as an impediment. Oh, the folly!
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms served Keoki's® Pork Lau Lau, lamp-baked chicken, fresh vegetables, and rice for lunch. Later, moms served Foremost® 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.
One of moms' neighbors across the cul-de-sac passed on over a week ago. Moms only learned about the deceased neighbor when she ran into another neighbor while we were at Foodland. And, my sister-in-law's sole elderly client passed on just yesterday. The old folks are "dropping like flies."
Moms was quite surprised that no one had even mentioned the neighbor's passing, not even the immediate family. Most of the people in the 'hood have lived there for at least 45 years. I am not really surprised, though. Rampant consumerism and the so-called "ownership society" have increased alienation and isolation. Owning lots of crap requires essentially a fortress for protection from the outside scum. Eventually, neighbors become scum as well. Some neighbors, like the House of Lolo, are true scum. Little wonder why there will never be any kind of rebellion in the empire as has recently occurred in Tunisia and Egypt. Kinship and community still exists in other lands.
Of course, all of the neighbors know that moms is part of a fanatic religious cult. The cult members are required to proselytize to grief-stricken survivors of tragedy. The purpose, of course, is conversion during the victim's weakest moment. Moms had, in fact, earlier given me more religious publications to read. The cult produces voluminous material. Thousands upon thousands of books, magazines, tracts, CDs, DVDs, and so forth. Just exactly how much can be written about the Unholy Scriptures without total redundancy? Sheesh!
Sometimes, I really have to laugh out loud (LOL). There's just no rhyme or reason for my personal insanity. I follow the same urban nomad routine daily. In the evening, I have nothing else better to do than spend five or more hours in front of my computer, be it the Toshiba® Satellite notebook or the Acer® Aspire One netbook, with much of that time spent downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips for my massive collection. Heck, insanity may be an understatement.
Obviously, I have yet to lose my mind, so to speak. Thus, when I use the term "insanity," I am applying it figuratively. In my daily romp about town as the infamous urban nomad, I am treated to a smörgåsbord of lunatics. Exactly what were the conditions that made them lose their minds? Was it the "glass menagerie" of "civilization"? Was it the burdensome weight of the "ownership society"? Was it the long-term effects of enslavement?
Perhaps I possess some kind of immunity to schizophrenia and psychosis. Or, I may have an extremely high threshold of pain. Or, worst yet, I am living in a state of total denial of reality. I could be living in a dream world, much like the followers of the myth-based Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam). Then again, I may have lost my mind and not even be aware of the event. Now, that's the true definition of insanity, isn't it?
I am actually not alone. I am lucid, just like most of the other chimps and apes around me. There are varying degrees of lucidity, though, and I reckon that I fall within the higher end. The other chimps and apes are on the verge of "losing it." And, that's because they take themselves far too seriously inside the "glass menagerie." They walk around with their noses up in the air, not just out of sheer snobbery, but because they aspire to ascend to heights above the "glass ceiling." Seems so attainable, yet so far away. Not to mention the glass itself as an impediment. Oh, the folly!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Babuino Desnudo (Reprise)
Late last night, I downloaded the 720p (H.264) movie trailer for "The Incredible Hulk" (courtesy Pocket Movies site) and played it using mplayer on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. No stuttering whatsoever. No audio lag. The video was clean and detailed. The quality was absolutely astonishing. What about the minor aberrations observed in the prior test? Most likely, the source recording of the Sophia Sutra clip was not really good to begin with.
Typical Human Hottie
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... same ol' shit. At the library, I completed reading the book, "Thought to Exist in the Wild: Awakening from the Nightmare of Zoos," by Derrick Jensen and Karen Tweedy-Holmes. Although the book primarily discusses the cruel nature of zoos, there is a deeper meaning and analogy. Yes, what is applicable to animals in an animal zoo also applies to humans in the big human zoo (i.e., "civilization"). Read the book once, then read it again substituting "human" for "animal."
Jensen is no friend to "civilization." He abhors it, and he believes that the paradigm must be abandoned in order to save the planet and all life on it. I've expressed my own opinion about the failed "civilization" paradigm (refer to the "blog" of November 21st of last year). Arthur Blech in his book, "Toward a New Civilization," asserted that "civilization" is diametrically opposed to the natural order (i.e., Nature). Blech's treatise, however, calls for a major restructuring of "civilization" rather than its demise. At this point in time, I am more inclined to agree with Jensen.
Sadly, I do not believe that human "civilization" and humanity itself will survive for another 500 years. I am no soothsayer, but I reckon that the secular Apocalypse is just around the corner. We are on a collision course with Peak Oil, global climate change, peak water, peak population, and uncontrollable pollution. We're burying ourselves in garbage and toxic waste. And, we're just one minor international incident away from a nuclear holocaust. Alas, what do I know?
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this evening, I had to assist the landlord with a minor computer problem. The landlord also told me that there could be another tenant moving in downstairs soon. The tenant candidate, a chick, has a boyfriend who lives within walking distance from the dump. The landlord is also resurrecting the idea of isolating the upstairs and downstairs sections of Slob Manor. Perhaps the secular Apocalypse will arrive before then, eh?
Jensen is no friend to "civilization." He abhors it, and he believes that the paradigm must be abandoned in order to save the planet and all life on it. I've expressed my own opinion about the failed "civilization" paradigm (refer to the "blog" of November 21st of last year). Arthur Blech in his book, "Toward a New Civilization," asserted that "civilization" is diametrically opposed to the natural order (i.e., Nature). Blech's treatise, however, calls for a major restructuring of "civilization" rather than its demise. At this point in time, I am more inclined to agree with Jensen.
Sadly, I do not believe that human "civilization" and humanity itself will survive for another 500 years. I am no soothsayer, but I reckon that the secular Apocalypse is just around the corner. We are on a collision course with Peak Oil, global climate change, peak water, peak population, and uncontrollable pollution. We're burying ourselves in garbage and toxic waste. And, we're just one minor international incident away from a nuclear holocaust. Alas, what do I know?
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this evening, I had to assist the landlord with a minor computer problem. The landlord also told me that there could be another tenant moving in downstairs soon. The tenant candidate, a chick, has a boyfriend who lives within walking distance from the dump. The landlord is also resurrecting the idea of isolating the upstairs and downstairs sections of Slob Manor. Perhaps the secular Apocalypse will arrive before then, eh?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Post No. 1,732
I have decided to read as many of Derrick Jensen's books as possible, or whatever is in the library’s inventory. Many people may consider Jensen's views on "civilization," environmentalism, animal rights, and so forth to be "over the top." I believe that he is right on track. I am beginning to focus on animal issues, mainly because I believe the notion that animals are more than what they seem to be. And, we humans are animals, too. A recent Counterpunch article by Jason Hribal titled, "A Message From Tatiana," really made me think. I have been trying to read, "Zoo Story," by Thomas French, but it seems to be permanently checked out. I'll leave it that for now.
This afternoon, I ran into my sister-in-law along Bishop Street as I was walking to the gym. I chatted with her briefly. She is essentially working two jobs now. Her second job is a part-time caretaker for elderly clients. She wants the latter to become her full-time occupation, mainly because the law office she's with now has become a hostile workplace. Unfortunately, there is a rapid turnover of elderly clients, sometimes less than three weeks, not due to dissatisfaction but because they are living out their last few days. My relationship with my bro's family seems to have improved dramatically. In retrospect, a lot of the original problems were of my own making. Family dynamics, often difficult to deal with, should be overlooked since lifetimes are so short.
Sophia Sutra
Last night, I ran a generic 720p video test using mplayer on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. The file? A very short video of gorgeous hurdy-gurdy hottie Sophia Sutra. The result? The video played almost flawlessly with negligible stuttering. If I run mplayer from the command line, the video is near perfect. For a moment, I thought that the video might actually be of low resolution. However, when I played it on Banshee for verification, the clip was essentially reduced to a really slow slide show with an incredible amount of missing frames. Actually, whole segments of the video were missing.
Well, my Acer® Aspire One netbook is getting much more use as the days go on. I spend most of my "lockdown" time at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the computer. That's about five hours or more per evening. I am now employing the netbook for about half of that time. What a milestone!
This afternoon, I ran into my sister-in-law along Bishop Street as I was walking to the gym. I chatted with her briefly. She is essentially working two jobs now. Her second job is a part-time caretaker for elderly clients. She wants the latter to become her full-time occupation, mainly because the law office she's with now has become a hostile workplace. Unfortunately, there is a rapid turnover of elderly clients, sometimes less than three weeks, not due to dissatisfaction but because they are living out their last few days. My relationship with my bro's family seems to have improved dramatically. In retrospect, a lot of the original problems were of my own making. Family dynamics, often difficult to deal with, should be overlooked since lifetimes are so short.
Well, my Acer® Aspire One netbook is getting much more use as the days go on. I spend most of my "lockdown" time at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the computer. That's about five hours or more per evening. I am now employing the netbook for about half of that time. What a milestone!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Misanthropic Malaise
What is there to report? Well, nothing. At the library, I completed reading, "Bad Money: Reckless Finance, Failed Politics, and the Global Crisis of American Capitalism," by Kevin Phillips and also, "American Vertigo: Traveling America in the Footsteps of Tocqueville," by Bernard-Henri Lévy. No, I'm not a speed reader. I'm just catching up on books that were partially read.
Naturally, I had the usual encounters with rude mental midgets. A clown was sitting in my chair when I returned from the restrooms in the library. I told the fool that he was sitting in my chair, but he just ignored me. I moved to another table on the second floor. However, I returned to the scene of the crime. Politely, I asked the moron, "You just too stupid, or what?" However, I avoided making any kind of scene. He's a frequent visitor to the library, so I know that there will be many opportunities for me to have a "private" conversation with him.
On the Route 1L bus this afternoon, another miscreant just didn't seem to understand that his leg was protruding into the narrow aisle. Already sick and tired of inconsiderate jerks, I simply rammed into his leg as I was exiting. "You need to move your feet, man," I advised him politely. Misanthrope, am I? You bet!
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the Iraqi guy gave me a bag full of fresh vegetables this afternoon. Earlier this morning, Joseph told me that he is now working at a small farm just down the road from the landlord's nursery. He seemed happy to have a job. I was happy for him, too, in my own limited way.
Naturally, I had the usual encounters with rude mental midgets. A clown was sitting in my chair when I returned from the restrooms in the library. I told the fool that he was sitting in my chair, but he just ignored me. I moved to another table on the second floor. However, I returned to the scene of the crime. Politely, I asked the moron, "You just too stupid, or what?" However, I avoided making any kind of scene. He's a frequent visitor to the library, so I know that there will be many opportunities for me to have a "private" conversation with him.
On the Route 1L bus this afternoon, another miscreant just didn't seem to understand that his leg was protruding into the narrow aisle. Already sick and tired of inconsiderate jerks, I simply rammed into his leg as I was exiting. "You need to move your feet, man," I advised him politely. Misanthrope, am I? You bet!
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the Iraqi guy gave me a bag full of fresh vegetables this afternoon. Earlier this morning, Joseph told me that he is now working at a small farm just down the road from the landlord's nursery. He seemed happy to have a job. I was happy for him, too, in my own limited way.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Nightmare on Slob Street
Late last night, I didn't know whether my eyes were deceiving me because of hopeless optimism or the font rendering of Chromium was actually much better. I had attempted an anti-aliasing fix by creating an XML configuration file and placed it the MeeGo® home directory. Of course, nothing rendered in Chromium on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer even comes close to that of Firefox on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Oh, I don't know. Why is this bothersome? Am I suffering from "computer shame"?
Unbelievable as it may seem. I was rudely awakened at 2am this morning, not by any of the Slob Manor (read: rental housing) mental midgets, but by my own foolishness. I am absolutely certain that I was experiencing a nightmare. I was part of some kind of stakeout team. At one point, I was alone and performing sit-ups, of all things, in the dark next an entranceway in the stakeout location. From my supine position, I could see the door slowly open. In the dim mist of light, I discerned a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes. Oh, the horror! I subsequently screamed. Completely awake by then, I ascertained that there was a good chance that the scream was real. The incident would only be the second time I have ever had an animated nightmare. The first time, as you may recall from many moons ago, was when I woke up to find myself propped up on one arm and punching my pillow with the other. Naturally, since I was fully conscious, I powered up my Acer® Aspire One netbook and transcribed the entire episode in the "blog." Only because the netbook is so small and quick to power up was I able to do so. Well, at least I wasn't dreaming that I was doin' da wild thing with the symbolically unattainable hottie gym trainer. Sheesh!
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
As I have declared many times prior, I am now a Socialist. In empire, that simply means that I am a non-politicized entity, a nobody. However, I have already observed that the situation is totally out of control. Huge widescreen LCD tubes are flowing out of retail outlets like water. The masses are too far gone, locked in ignorant bliss. Hence, I rarely make comments about current affairs anymore. I will, however, comment on the imminent rise of China. There's a reason why China has leapfrogged to the Number Two position in the world. Chinese President Hu Jintao is an engineer by training. In fact, seven out of the nine members of the ruling Party are engineers. Unlike blowhard career politicians, engineers are problem solvers. And, in engineering circles, action trumps rhetoric.
Well, there's nothing else for me to do this evening except to download more hurdy-gurdy videos for my vast collection and to piddle around with MeeGo® on my Acer® Aspire One netbook. I did happen to install mplayer last night. Am I making a mockery of my limited remaining lifetime, or what?
Unbelievable as it may seem. I was rudely awakened at 2am this morning, not by any of the Slob Manor (read: rental housing) mental midgets, but by my own foolishness. I am absolutely certain that I was experiencing a nightmare. I was part of some kind of stakeout team. At one point, I was alone and performing sit-ups, of all things, in the dark next an entranceway in the stakeout location. From my supine position, I could see the door slowly open. In the dim mist of light, I discerned a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes. Oh, the horror! I subsequently screamed. Completely awake by then, I ascertained that there was a good chance that the scream was real. The incident would only be the second time I have ever had an animated nightmare. The first time, as you may recall from many moons ago, was when I woke up to find myself propped up on one arm and punching my pillow with the other. Naturally, since I was fully conscious, I powered up my Acer® Aspire One netbook and transcribed the entire episode in the "blog." Only because the netbook is so small and quick to power up was I able to do so. Well, at least I wasn't dreaming that I was doin' da wild thing with the symbolically unattainable hottie gym trainer. Sheesh!
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
As I have declared many times prior, I am now a Socialist. In empire, that simply means that I am a non-politicized entity, a nobody. However, I have already observed that the situation is totally out of control. Huge widescreen LCD tubes are flowing out of retail outlets like water. The masses are too far gone, locked in ignorant bliss. Hence, I rarely make comments about current affairs anymore. I will, however, comment on the imminent rise of China. There's a reason why China has leapfrogged to the Number Two position in the world. Chinese President Hu Jintao is an engineer by training. In fact, seven out of the nine members of the ruling Party are engineers. Unlike blowhard career politicians, engineers are problem solvers. And, in engineering circles, action trumps rhetoric.
Well, there's nothing else for me to do this evening except to download more hurdy-gurdy videos for my vast collection and to piddle around with MeeGo® on my Acer® Aspire One netbook. I did happen to install mplayer last night. Am I making a mockery of my limited remaining lifetime, or what?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Hurdy-Gurdy Hullabaloo
Another urban nomad-kind-of-a-Sunday, another incredible extended perusal of the symbolically unattainable hottie gym trainer, another dollar ... short. Baby was looking mighty fine, by the way. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Typical Anti-Aliased Hottie
Last night, I installed the TrueType core fonts from the downloaded generic RPM package by using the Zypper command line. Everything was fine on Meego®, except for the detestable Chromium browser. The font rendering in the browser is very crappy, to say the least. And, there's no way to fix it. Yes, I attempted the anti-aliasing fix. I have no other choice except for Chromium, unless I build an alternative browser from source code. Why wasn't I satisfied with the default, albeit minimalist, Droid fonts?
Incidentally, I have been trying to figure out how I can willfully divest my vast hurdy-gurdy video collection. Obviously, I am performing a kind of hoarding, but the hoard doesn't take up any more physical space than the Seagate® FreeAgent Go® portable hard drive that it resides on.
Perhaps I fall under some category of hoarders as defined by Steketee and Frost in the book titled, "Stuff." However, I am a minimalist. I have divested almost all of my worldly possessions, useless or otherwise. I could be a binge-and-purge hoarder. In other words, I purchase useless junk, and later get rid of it. Although, I can't bring myself to simply throw "stuff" into the trash can. I must ensure that none of the "stuff" is wasted. Nonetheless, I end up purchasing a lot of junk that I don't need.
Hoarding hurdy-gurdy video files can continue unabated because there is no increase in displacement aside from the portable hard drive itself. As a minimalist, though, the small portable hard drive would still tug at my senses. It still takes up space, and it is essentially useless. As for the hurdy-gurdy video files themselves, what purpose do they serve? In reality, none.
Incidentally, I have been trying to figure out how I can willfully divest my vast hurdy-gurdy video collection. Obviously, I am performing a kind of hoarding, but the hoard doesn't take up any more physical space than the Seagate® FreeAgent Go® portable hard drive that it resides on.
Perhaps I fall under some category of hoarders as defined by Steketee and Frost in the book titled, "Stuff." However, I am a minimalist. I have divested almost all of my worldly possessions, useless or otherwise. I could be a binge-and-purge hoarder. In other words, I purchase useless junk, and later get rid of it. Although, I can't bring myself to simply throw "stuff" into the trash can. I must ensure that none of the "stuff" is wasted. Nonetheless, I end up purchasing a lot of junk that I don't need.
Hoarding hurdy-gurdy video files can continue unabated because there is no increase in displacement aside from the portable hard drive itself. As a minimalist, though, the small portable hard drive would still tug at my senses. It still takes up space, and it is essentially useless. As for the hurdy-gurdy video files themselves, what purpose do they serve? In reality, none.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
MeeGo® & Morons
Last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan had emerged from his squalid room at about 7pm. He plopped himself down on the filthy couch in the living room. I could hear him coughing and hacking every ten seconds or so. Oddly, the Iraqi guy and his limerant object departed for parts unknown just a few minutes later. Alan laid on the filthy couch, coughing and hacking away, until a few minutes after the Iraqi guy and his limerant object returned at about 10pm. Then, he slithered back into his squalid room. Very strange.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... same ol' shit. I returned to Slob Manor at 4pm and immediately locked myself in my squalid room. Like clockwork at 7pm, Alan was lying on the filthy couch in the living room, coughing and hacking away. The Iraqi guy and his limerant object had departed for parts unknown at 5pm, though. Apparently, Alan had the lights off when Joseph and his limerant object unexpectedly returned at 8pm. Alan then departed for parts unknown. Subsequently, the Iraqi guy and his limerant object were dropping heavy objects on the floor upstairs, which is the ceiling of my squalid room, for over 30 minutes. Are the morons completely brain-dead?
I should mention that I have actually been increasing the deployment of my Acer® Aspire One netbook, just to see whether it can suffice as my primary computer. Aside from video (i.e., 480p and higher) playback issues, the netbook does fine. I found a generic RPM package to install TrueType core fonts to enhance the limited set that comes with MeeGo®. I am going to attempt an anti-aliasing fix later to smooth the fonts even more. Audio works fine, even the headphone jack is functional. Low resolution video works fine. What more can I ask for?
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... same ol' shit. I returned to Slob Manor at 4pm and immediately locked myself in my squalid room. Like clockwork at 7pm, Alan was lying on the filthy couch in the living room, coughing and hacking away. The Iraqi guy and his limerant object had departed for parts unknown at 5pm, though. Apparently, Alan had the lights off when Joseph and his limerant object unexpectedly returned at 8pm. Alan then departed for parts unknown. Subsequently, the Iraqi guy and his limerant object were dropping heavy objects on the floor upstairs, which is the ceiling of my squalid room, for over 30 minutes. Are the morons completely brain-dead?
I should mention that I have actually been increasing the deployment of my Acer® Aspire One netbook, just to see whether it can suffice as my primary computer. Aside from video (i.e., 480p and higher) playback issues, the netbook does fine. I found a generic RPM package to install TrueType core fonts to enhance the limited set that comes with MeeGo®. I am going to attempt an anti-aliasing fix later to smooth the fonts even more. Audio works fine, even the headphone jack is functional. Low resolution video works fine. What more can I ask for?
Friday, January 21, 2011
Leaving Well Enough Alone
When I exited my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this morning at 7:45am, I noticed that Alan was lying on the filthy couch in the living room with a strange shit-eatin' grin on his face. Needless to say, I didn't ask any questions. Earlier at 3am, I was awakened by Alan when he decided to make a snack for himself in the kitchen.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Yummy's Korean BBQ. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
As usual, moms gave me a few religious magazines to read. I no longer read any of them. The content is extremely redundant. I let them sit around for a few days, then I return them. Moms must pay for the magazines anyway in order to use the material in the local ministry of the cult. While there are some interesting articles, the bulk of the content focuses on a very questionable interpretation of the already questionable dogma of Pauline-Christianity. "Fear of God" is used extensively to subjugate the masses. During my advancing stages of enlightenment, from Nihilism to quasi-Atheism, I could no longer understand the concept of "Christian love." The latter is only motivated by the supposed "Heavenly" reward. Without the "fear of God" or the reward of some kind of immortality, most Sunday-go-to-meeting "Christians would have abandoned their faith a long time ago. Heck, even the fanatics would have quit. Subsequently, their conduct would be no better than any secular person. I do not need to go into detail about the farce of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) because the latter material has been covered previously in the "blog."
As crazy as it may sound, I have been contemplating the replacement of MeeGo® with another operating system (OS) on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. No doubt, I am stuck with Linux because I deleted the "system restore" partition. How many times have I been through that nonsense? Could the ruminations about mortality be causing the psychosis?
The ridiculous social aggregation and sluggish media applications appear to be causing me grief. However, the problem is centered on the limitations of the netbook architecture itself. I chose a compromised computer, and there's nothing that I can do about it. As far as the useless applications are concerned, I could easily uninstall them as well as the panels used for MeeGo® integration. Yeah, it's that simple.
Then, there's the problem of setting everything up again after installing a new OS. I've been through that, what, four or five times already. Believe it or not, MeeGo® is the quickest to set up. So, after wasting several hours of my precious life on useless neuronal activity, I decided to leave well enough alone. Oh brother.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Yummy's Korean BBQ. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
As usual, moms gave me a few religious magazines to read. I no longer read any of them. The content is extremely redundant. I let them sit around for a few days, then I return them. Moms must pay for the magazines anyway in order to use the material in the local ministry of the cult. While there are some interesting articles, the bulk of the content focuses on a very questionable interpretation of the already questionable dogma of Pauline-Christianity. "Fear of God" is used extensively to subjugate the masses. During my advancing stages of enlightenment, from Nihilism to quasi-Atheism, I could no longer understand the concept of "Christian love." The latter is only motivated by the supposed "Heavenly" reward. Without the "fear of God" or the reward of some kind of immortality, most Sunday-go-to-meeting "Christians would have abandoned their faith a long time ago. Heck, even the fanatics would have quit. Subsequently, their conduct would be no better than any secular person. I do not need to go into detail about the farce of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) because the latter material has been covered previously in the "blog."
As crazy as it may sound, I have been contemplating the replacement of MeeGo® with another operating system (OS) on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. No doubt, I am stuck with Linux because I deleted the "system restore" partition. How many times have I been through that nonsense? Could the ruminations about mortality be causing the psychosis?
The ridiculous social aggregation and sluggish media applications appear to be causing me grief. However, the problem is centered on the limitations of the netbook architecture itself. I chose a compromised computer, and there's nothing that I can do about it. As far as the useless applications are concerned, I could easily uninstall them as well as the panels used for MeeGo® integration. Yeah, it's that simple.
Then, there's the problem of setting everything up again after installing a new OS. I've been through that, what, four or five times already. Believe it or not, MeeGo® is the quickest to set up. So, after wasting several hours of my precious life on useless neuronal activity, I decided to leave well enough alone. Oh brother.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Knowledge is Nothing
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... same ol' shit. I can safely say that my time in the inner courtyard of the library is invaluable for my sanity. There is no other refuge, no other sanctuary, to refresh the body and soul. And, I continue to enjoy my lunch in the Capitol district coconut grove.
Typical Knowledgeable Hottie
I do not know how much longer I will invest the time to read books to acquire more knowledge. What purpose does knowledge serve? Has it emancipated me from the ultimate slavery? I, like everyone else, happened to appear on this planet from out of nowhere just to spend just a few short years before I disappear again. Knowledge will not help me then. In the interim, knowledge offers no comfort. In fact, it seems to only increase the pain of existence.
I really don't know what I am going to do to enhance my "quality of life" in my remaining years. Since I am rapidly depleting my life savings, I cannot expect to maintain any kind of "standard of living." Will I have to indenture myself to wage slavery again? Let's hope not. I realize that I live a better life than the human slaves who comprise over 50 percent of the world population. Many of them will not have had a very good experience during their life tenure. They have only pain and suffering to account for.
In the meantime, the rich asswipes who comprise the global elite (i.e., the moneychangers and powers-that-be) are able to enjoy life in excess. They eat well, own every conceivable possession, are able to do da wild thing with hotties (of either gender), and so forth. The rest of us have to eat poisonous food, download hurdy-gurdy videos to facilitate chokin' da chicken, own the cheapest Chinese-made junk, and live an extremely marginal existence. Of course, those of us in the extreme underclass have nothing, the epitome of meaninglessness.
So, therein lies the conundrum of the exodus. Where is the escape point? What is the escape velocity? Even after three years of being emancipated from wage slavery, when my mind should be clear enough, I have formulated no answers. The more that I learn, the more confused I become.
Well, I suppose that I will shut down my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer and fire up the Acer® Aspire One netbook to fiddle with it. I need to provide some justification for why I purchased it. Sheesh!
I really don't know what I am going to do to enhance my "quality of life" in my remaining years. Since I am rapidly depleting my life savings, I cannot expect to maintain any kind of "standard of living." Will I have to indenture myself to wage slavery again? Let's hope not. I realize that I live a better life than the human slaves who comprise over 50 percent of the world population. Many of them will not have had a very good experience during their life tenure. They have only pain and suffering to account for.
In the meantime, the rich asswipes who comprise the global elite (i.e., the moneychangers and powers-that-be) are able to enjoy life in excess. They eat well, own every conceivable possession, are able to do da wild thing with hotties (of either gender), and so forth. The rest of us have to eat poisonous food, download hurdy-gurdy videos to facilitate chokin' da chicken, own the cheapest Chinese-made junk, and live an extremely marginal existence. Of course, those of us in the extreme underclass have nothing, the epitome of meaninglessness.
So, therein lies the conundrum of the exodus. Where is the escape point? What is the escape velocity? Even after three years of being emancipated from wage slavery, when my mind should be clear enough, I have formulated no answers. The more that I learn, the more confused I become.
Well, I suppose that I will shut down my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer and fire up the Acer® Aspire One netbook to fiddle with it. I need to provide some justification for why I purchased it. Sheesh!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
One Minute to Zero Redux
Last night, I attempted to play a short sample of a 720p video using the default MeeGo® media player (i.e., Banshee) on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. What a joke! I observed what seemed like a very slow slide show. There was no motion whatsoever. I have heard that 720p videos are watchable on the original operating system. Thus, the problem lies with MeeGo® or Linux itself. There are cell phones that can play 720p videos, for goodness' sake. Of course, the actual 720p screen real estate is over twice the pixel dimensions of a standard netbook display. The downgraded resolution wouldn't look good anyway. Nonetheless, very disappointing.
Perhaps I am asking too much of Meego® and my Acer® Aspire One netbook. Both are really only good for casual browsing on the Net, e-mail, and social aggregation. Nothing more, nothing less. I can't expect both to perform together as a media center.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
I spent a little time at the Hawai'i Kai branch of the library this afternoon before going to the gym. I completed reading, "Stuff: Compulsive Hoarding and the Meaning of Things," by Gail Steketee and Randy Frost. I may or may not comment on the book later.
Incidentally, moms has been increasingly attempting to bring up religious topics as of late. I avoid any such discussion because the latter is fruitless. Moms has been completely brainwashed and indoctrinated by the cult of which she is a "baptized" member. I could apply reason and facts, but secular material is not accepted by the cult. Well, I should say, only select secular material is accepted by the cult. If anything goes against the cult's dogma, then it is rejected as the "work of Satan." I'd like to extract moms from the cult, but that's next to impossible. The entire cult is waiting for Armageddon, upon which they will be transported to "Paradise." Nothing will change their minds.
I was once a fool and bought into the myths and fables of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam), but not because of the particular cult being discussed. There are many religious cults in "America." In fact, the influence of the detestable Pauline-Christianity is all-pervasive in "American" culture. The empire is, if I may be so bold, entering a new "Dark Ages," much as what all of Europe experienced during its time of religious fanaticism. The Middle East and other Islamic-dominated regions are also entering a dark period of religious fanaticism. The inevitable "clash of civilizations" will soon doom us all.
Perhaps I am asking too much of Meego® and my Acer® Aspire One netbook. Both are really only good for casual browsing on the Net, e-mail, and social aggregation. Nothing more, nothing less. I can't expect both to perform together as a media center.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
I spent a little time at the Hawai'i Kai branch of the library this afternoon before going to the gym. I completed reading, "Stuff: Compulsive Hoarding and the Meaning of Things," by Gail Steketee and Randy Frost. I may or may not comment on the book later.
Incidentally, moms has been increasingly attempting to bring up religious topics as of late. I avoid any such discussion because the latter is fruitless. Moms has been completely brainwashed and indoctrinated by the cult of which she is a "baptized" member. I could apply reason and facts, but secular material is not accepted by the cult. Well, I should say, only select secular material is accepted by the cult. If anything goes against the cult's dogma, then it is rejected as the "work of Satan." I'd like to extract moms from the cult, but that's next to impossible. The entire cult is waiting for Armageddon, upon which they will be transported to "Paradise." Nothing will change their minds.
I was once a fool and bought into the myths and fables of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam), but not because of the particular cult being discussed. There are many religious cults in "America." In fact, the influence of the detestable Pauline-Christianity is all-pervasive in "American" culture. The empire is, if I may be so bold, entering a new "Dark Ages," much as what all of Europe experienced during its time of religious fanaticism. The Middle East and other Islamic-dominated regions are also entering a dark period of religious fanaticism. The inevitable "clash of civilizations" will soon doom us all.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
10 Muan 3 Caban
(12.19.18.0.17) Last night, I discovered that I have another e-mail account. Mind you, I have deleted every unnecessary account of all types (.i.e., e-mail, credit cards, instant messaging, and so forth). Ideally, I only wanted to keep one e-mail account and one cell phone number (for voicemail only). However, as you may recall, there is no easy way to rid oneself of AOL® and its ilk. I still have an AIM account, which also means that I have an AIM e-mail account. Yeah, I verified that it's there. I cleared out the 559 pieces of junk e-mail. There was only one legitimate e-mail, but it was dated well over a year ago.
The good news is that AIM Mail can be set up for use with a client e-mail application (e.g., Evolution). The account could come in handy one day. In fact, I could set it up in MeeGo® using Evolution Express on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. Wheee!
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... we all knew that already, didn't we? At the library, I completed reading, "Toward a New Civilization: Why We Must Tame Our Instincts to Save Our World," by Arthur Blech. The book is an imperative read. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
I neglected to mention that I rode one of those tricked-out exercise cycles at the gym the other day in an effort to diversify my cardio workout. After only twenty minutes, the Vienna Sausage was completely numb. There was a tingling feeling, and I thought that I going to lose all continence right there in the cardio area. I should have known better because I had ridden the Spinner® cycles a few times prior with the same result. Of course, I could continue riding the cycles to the point where the Vienna Sausage is permanently numb. Then, I would not need to download more hurdy-gurdy videos for my massive collection. Sheesh!
The good news is that AIM Mail can be set up for use with a client e-mail application (e.g., Evolution). The account could come in handy one day. In fact, I could set it up in MeeGo® using Evolution Express on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. Wheee!
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... we all knew that already, didn't we? At the library, I completed reading, "Toward a New Civilization: Why We Must Tame Our Instincts to Save Our World," by Arthur Blech. The book is an imperative read. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
I neglected to mention that I rode one of those tricked-out exercise cycles at the gym the other day in an effort to diversify my cardio workout. After only twenty minutes, the Vienna Sausage was completely numb. There was a tingling feeling, and I thought that I going to lose all continence right there in the cardio area. I should have known better because I had ridden the Spinner® cycles a few times prior with the same result. Of course, I could continue riding the cycles to the point where the Vienna Sausage is permanently numb. Then, I would not need to download more hurdy-gurdy videos for my massive collection. Sheesh!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Slob Manor Follies (Continued)
I was rudely awakened this morning in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 3am by Alan. He noisily ate his dinner and then cleaned his dishes and Crock Pot®. He was bashing the crap around in the tiny sink. I was hoping that he would crack the pieces of shit so I could giggle my ass off. Alan is so preoccupied with Joseph's limerant object that he is probably not even cognizant of anything or anybody else. He has only three weeks to make his move on her.
As I've stated before, Alan is a strange guy. He seems more self-assured now that he owns a huge five-bedroom house in Arizona. However, he apparently has had little success in drawing in tenants. As you may recall, Alan's plan was to rent out all of the vacant rooms and make a huge profit. Right now, there are only two people living in the house. One tenant lives in the basement that has been converted to a sixth bedroom. The other tenant is a babe whom Alan may have had some romantic interest before. She currently has a boyfriend, though. She is supposed to be the rental agent on behalf of Alan. The odd part is that Alan has made her a one-percent owner of the house in order for him to qualify for owner-occupancy (i.e., for tax evasion). He has also named her as the sole beneficiary for his huge life insurance policy. Alan told me that she recently asked for "survivorship" rights for his house in case something happens to him. I'd say that Alan has a lot more to worry about than Joseph's limerant object.
I ran into the Indian guy on the Route 6 bus this morning. I was surprised to see him riding the bus. It turns out that he no longer owns the BMW® Z-4. He said that routine and small maintenance bills were running in excess of several hundred or a thousand dollars. He literally returned the car to the dealership. He now drives a beat-up VW® van which he purchased for $1,000 from a friend.
I told the Indian guy that the Iraqi guy and his limerant object were moving out of Slob Manor next month. "You mean, after all that hullabaloo, they're moving out," he opined. The Indian guy has never liked Joseph's limerant object, and I don't blame him. "[Joseph] should never have let her move in there. She's big trouble," he added. I had to alight the bus at Ala Moana Center, so we had to end the conversation.
The rest of the day? Same ol' shit. Because of the holiday, I pretty much followed the Sunday urban nomad routine. Thus, I took the circuitous route back to Slob Manor via Ala Moana Center. During the layover, I purchased a local-style bento consisting of one-half of a lamp-baked chicken and rice at Foodland. A very good dinner it was, I might add.
Back at Slob Manor, Alan was lying on the filthy couch in the living room for several hours this evening. He's been doing that for the past week or so. Sometimes he takes a nap in the dark. Sometimes he takes his shoes off, and the whole place stinks like his sweaty socks. He's been chatting on his cell phone in the living room, much more than ever. He's also been keeping his photo albums next to him, obviously to show anyone who might be interested. He showed me a few pictures yesterday of his recent vacation to his five-bedroom house in Arizona. He even had pictures of the massive amounts of food that he cooked for the guests that he invited over. Oddly, there were no pictures of the guests or himself. Since I know that he is not interested in sharing the pictures with Joseph, I can assume that he is, in reality, eager to show them to Joseph's limerant object. Pathetic, I know.
As I've stated before, Alan is a strange guy. He seems more self-assured now that he owns a huge five-bedroom house in Arizona. However, he apparently has had little success in drawing in tenants. As you may recall, Alan's plan was to rent out all of the vacant rooms and make a huge profit. Right now, there are only two people living in the house. One tenant lives in the basement that has been converted to a sixth bedroom. The other tenant is a babe whom Alan may have had some romantic interest before. She currently has a boyfriend, though. She is supposed to be the rental agent on behalf of Alan. The odd part is that Alan has made her a one-percent owner of the house in order for him to qualify for owner-occupancy (i.e., for tax evasion). He has also named her as the sole beneficiary for his huge life insurance policy. Alan told me that she recently asked for "survivorship" rights for his house in case something happens to him. I'd say that Alan has a lot more to worry about than Joseph's limerant object.
I ran into the Indian guy on the Route 6 bus this morning. I was surprised to see him riding the bus. It turns out that he no longer owns the BMW® Z-4. He said that routine and small maintenance bills were running in excess of several hundred or a thousand dollars. He literally returned the car to the dealership. He now drives a beat-up VW® van which he purchased for $1,000 from a friend.
I told the Indian guy that the Iraqi guy and his limerant object were moving out of Slob Manor next month. "You mean, after all that hullabaloo, they're moving out," he opined. The Indian guy has never liked Joseph's limerant object, and I don't blame him. "[Joseph] should never have let her move in there. She's big trouble," he added. I had to alight the bus at Ala Moana Center, so we had to end the conversation.
The rest of the day? Same ol' shit. Because of the holiday, I pretty much followed the Sunday urban nomad routine. Thus, I took the circuitous route back to Slob Manor via Ala Moana Center. During the layover, I purchased a local-style bento consisting of one-half of a lamp-baked chicken and rice at Foodland. A very good dinner it was, I might add.
Back at Slob Manor, Alan was lying on the filthy couch in the living room for several hours this evening. He's been doing that for the past week or so. Sometimes he takes a nap in the dark. Sometimes he takes his shoes off, and the whole place stinks like his sweaty socks. He's been chatting on his cell phone in the living room, much more than ever. He's also been keeping his photo albums next to him, obviously to show anyone who might be interested. He showed me a few pictures yesterday of his recent vacation to his five-bedroom house in Arizona. He even had pictures of the massive amounts of food that he cooked for the guests that he invited over. Oddly, there were no pictures of the guests or himself. Since I know that he is not interested in sharing the pictures with Joseph, I can assume that he is, in reality, eager to show them to Joseph's limerant object. Pathetic, I know.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Slob Manor Follies
Another urban nomad-kind-of-a-Sunday was only salvaged because of an extended perusal of the symbolically unattainable hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine, but we all knew that explicit fact already. The rest of the day? Same ol' boring shit.
Well, the Iraqi guy and his limerant object are definitely moving out of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on February 11th, at least according to the landlord. Destination? Kalihi. Yeah, that's right. Both of them are going bye-bye to Kalihi, where neither of them will fit in. Kalihi is home to myriad Filipinos, Samoans, Fiji Islanders, Marshall Islanders, and Micronesians. Crime is high, traffic is bad, and noise is intolerable. From what I can gather, the Iraqi guy will be financially supported by his limerant object. No doubt, a calamity just waiting to happen. Not my problem, though.
I briefly chatted with Alan. He still seems to be partial to Joseph's limerant object, although he has washed his hands of the situation ever since she stated her desire to expatriate to war-torn Iraq. I verbally delineated my assessment of Joseph's limerant object, which I have included in the "blog" previously. "I think that she wants to be 'saved' by somebody," I said in summary. Clearly, the Iraqi guy's limerant object is depleting her options. She's barreling down the road to self-destruction and rapidly gaining momentum. If Alan wishes to intervene, he needs to do so immediately.
Even the landlord has exhausted all patience with Joseph and his limerant object. "They're both strange," the landlord told me. "They tell me two different stories. I can't tell who's lying." The latest "credibility gap" episode involves the alleged rent increase, which is why Joseph's limerant object decided to move out. The landlord, according to Joseph's limerant object, allegedly stated that a meeting of all Slob Manor residents was going to be called and a rental increase announced. Joseph's limerant object threatened to move out. The landlord then backed down. Now, according to the landlord, the only person threatened with a rent increase was Joseph, although he pays little or no rent. The landlord allegedly did so because of the increasing frustration of dealing with Joseph's apparent laziness. Joseph then supposedly told his limerant object that the rent was going up. His limerant object overreacted by giving notice to move. Who are we to believe?
The issue is moot anyway. The next set of potential problems will lie with the three incoming tenants, whomever they are. Now that Slob Manor is essentially a "revolving door" for alltypes of transients, we can expect the worst. More brain donors. More fodder for the "blog." More waste of precious time. More "stupid pet tricks."
Typical "Peace of Mind" Hottie
I'd like to tell the fools that I have no longer have any time to entertain any form of stupidity. I have a very limited tenure left on the planet, and I desire to spend that time in a way that is conducive to peace of mind. Nothing else matters to me.
Well, the Iraqi guy and his limerant object are definitely moving out of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on February 11th, at least according to the landlord. Destination? Kalihi. Yeah, that's right. Both of them are going bye-bye to Kalihi, where neither of them will fit in. Kalihi is home to myriad Filipinos, Samoans, Fiji Islanders, Marshall Islanders, and Micronesians. Crime is high, traffic is bad, and noise is intolerable. From what I can gather, the Iraqi guy will be financially supported by his limerant object. No doubt, a calamity just waiting to happen. Not my problem, though.
I briefly chatted with Alan. He still seems to be partial to Joseph's limerant object, although he has washed his hands of the situation ever since she stated her desire to expatriate to war-torn Iraq. I verbally delineated my assessment of Joseph's limerant object, which I have included in the "blog" previously. "I think that she wants to be 'saved' by somebody," I said in summary. Clearly, the Iraqi guy's limerant object is depleting her options. She's barreling down the road to self-destruction and rapidly gaining momentum. If Alan wishes to intervene, he needs to do so immediately.
Even the landlord has exhausted all patience with Joseph and his limerant object. "They're both strange," the landlord told me. "They tell me two different stories. I can't tell who's lying." The latest "credibility gap" episode involves the alleged rent increase, which is why Joseph's limerant object decided to move out. The landlord, according to Joseph's limerant object, allegedly stated that a meeting of all Slob Manor residents was going to be called and a rental increase announced. Joseph's limerant object threatened to move out. The landlord then backed down. Now, according to the landlord, the only person threatened with a rent increase was Joseph, although he pays little or no rent. The landlord allegedly did so because of the increasing frustration of dealing with Joseph's apparent laziness. Joseph then supposedly told his limerant object that the rent was going up. His limerant object overreacted by giving notice to move. Who are we to believe?
The issue is moot anyway. The next set of potential problems will lie with the three incoming tenants, whomever they are. Now that Slob Manor is essentially a "revolving door" for alltypes of transients, we can expect the worst. More brain donors. More fodder for the "blog." More waste of precious time. More "stupid pet tricks."
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Post No. 1,721
Nothing to report. All I can say is that I enjoyed an extremely nice day in the inner courtyard of the library. The sun was out. The ambient temperature was comfortably warm. I was even able to momentarily lapse in and out of a coma. I can understand why a lot of the homeless are there, too. They can enjoy the ambiance without harassment.
The rest of the day? Same ol' shit. I am now finding little joy in any of my other limited activities. I am really tempted to mummify my gym membership. Eating, sleeping, and residing at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) are now burdensome experiences. Even my two computers (i.e., notebook and netbook) are proving to be more annoying than anything else.
Well, the only excitement I had all day was when I discovered that the new WeTab tablet computer is using the MeeGo® operating system, the first production unit of any kind to do so. The device looks really nice, with excellent specifications. And, it's fully functional unlike the unnamed most popular tablet device. Unfortunately, the WeTab is only available in Germany for now.
The rest of the day? Same ol' shit. I am now finding little joy in any of my other limited activities. I am really tempted to mummify my gym membership. Eating, sleeping, and residing at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) are now burdensome experiences. Even my two computers (i.e., notebook and netbook) are proving to be more annoying than anything else.
Well, the only excitement I had all day was when I discovered that the new WeTab tablet computer is using the MeeGo® operating system, the first production unit of any kind to do so. The device looks really nice, with excellent specifications. And, it's fully functional unlike the unnamed most popular tablet device. Unfortunately, the WeTab is only available in Germany for now.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Rock Pile
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
Well, not exactly. I arrived back at Slob Manor at 3:30pm, a little earlier than usual. The landlord suddenly appeared while I was parking my Nissan® Frontier truck in the dirt pile. I was told that all Slob Manor residents would have to vacate their vehicles from the driveway. A dump truck with a payload of gravel was due to arrive at any moment. Apparently, the landlord decided to fill the muddy dirt pile with gravel to facilitate a less messy parking situation, especially during the rainy season.
Tired as I was, I drove to Kahala Mall to spend the waiting time there. Details are not necessary. Just know that I made the usual rounds. At 5:15pm, I returned to Slob Manor. Upon entering the driveway, I noticed that the dirt pile was now covered, not with gravel, but with extremely large rocks. Absolutely no one was parked in the rock pile (formerly the dirt pile). I opted to park in the area next to the house, which has a poorly laid concrete slab. Upon closer scrutiny, I observed that the rocks were not just large, they were coarse and jagged. Anyone parking on the rock pile will suffer from moderate tire damage. Of course, I have a truck, so that should be no problem. Or, so the landlord thinks.
I spent the evening locked away in my squalid room. I felt like a true prisoner. I composed the ridiculous "blog" for no apparent reason since no one reads it, at least according to the Feedit® Live Feed. On the floor, hundreds of sugar ants were scurrying around. I have designed a special little rag, which I use to squish each and every one of their tiny heads. The sugar ant infestation is worsening by the day. Just me and the sugar ants. Sheesh!
Well, not exactly. I arrived back at Slob Manor at 3:30pm, a little earlier than usual. The landlord suddenly appeared while I was parking my Nissan® Frontier truck in the dirt pile. I was told that all Slob Manor residents would have to vacate their vehicles from the driveway. A dump truck with a payload of gravel was due to arrive at any moment. Apparently, the landlord decided to fill the muddy dirt pile with gravel to facilitate a less messy parking situation, especially during the rainy season.
Tired as I was, I drove to Kahala Mall to spend the waiting time there. Details are not necessary. Just know that I made the usual rounds. At 5:15pm, I returned to Slob Manor. Upon entering the driveway, I noticed that the dirt pile was now covered, not with gravel, but with extremely large rocks. Absolutely no one was parked in the rock pile (formerly the dirt pile). I opted to park in the area next to the house, which has a poorly laid concrete slab. Upon closer scrutiny, I observed that the rocks were not just large, they were coarse and jagged. Anyone parking on the rock pile will suffer from moderate tire damage. Of course, I have a truck, so that should be no problem. Or, so the landlord thinks.
I spent the evening locked away in my squalid room. I felt like a true prisoner. I composed the ridiculous "blog" for no apparent reason since no one reads it, at least according to the Feedit® Live Feed. On the floor, hundreds of sugar ants were scurrying around. I have designed a special little rag, which I use to squish each and every one of their tiny heads. The sugar ant infestation is worsening by the day. Just me and the sugar ants. Sheesh!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Agnostic or Atheist?
Junk day, today. More rain, but it cleared up about noon. Same ol' shit. This morning, I had a run-in with an obese senior citizen African-American bitch at Foodland of all places. She (termed used loosely) said, "I'm gonna kick your ass." I calmly and politely responded, "Kick my ass? You can hardly walk, you fat-ass bitch. Get the fuck outta here!" Just yesterday, I observed the same bitch preaching some "Christian" crap to a hapless victim.
Oh, those Sunday-go-to-meeting "Christians." What a bunch of hypocrites! Frankly, I am sick and tired of fanatic religious asswipes. They are only being "Christian"-like for a possible resurrection to some kind of eternal life in "heaven." Only the "fear of God" keeps them in check. Yet, when pushed to their limits, the "inner animal" breaks free. I can just imagine the fat trollop at home praying on hands and knees for forgiveness for the ridiculous transgression. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
After an unfulfilled day, I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I neglected to mention that Alan also told me that he has decided to not pursue the Iraqi guy's limerant object. He said that she (Joseph's limerant object) really wants to expatriate herself and move to war-torn Iraq, become an Iraqi citizen, and get married there either to Joseph or another of his relatives. "She's nuts," he said. According to Alan, after one of the numerous arguments, Joseph told his limerant object, "If we were in Iraq, I'd kill you." Well, I've already put my own observations in the "blog," and it's plain to see that Joseph's limerant object made a brain donation a long time ago. Let's hope that they both go bye-bye to Iraq real soon.
Much to my amazement, I find myself moving from the "agnostic" camp to the "atheist" one. I can't imagine myself joining the ranks of Sam Harris and Richard Dawkins, but my increasing disdain for human-concocted religions, particularly the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam), indicates that I'm already there. While I am still a Creationist, I do not attribute the Creation to God of the Yahweh Triad or any deity. Such deities are personifications attributable to feeble minds. Humans cannot possibly understand anything beyond a constrained "reality."
Oh, those Sunday-go-to-meeting "Christians." What a bunch of hypocrites! Frankly, I am sick and tired of fanatic religious asswipes. They are only being "Christian"-like for a possible resurrection to some kind of eternal life in "heaven." Only the "fear of God" keeps them in check. Yet, when pushed to their limits, the "inner animal" breaks free. I can just imagine the fat trollop at home praying on hands and knees for forgiveness for the ridiculous transgression. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
After an unfulfilled day, I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I neglected to mention that Alan also told me that he has decided to not pursue the Iraqi guy's limerant object. He said that she (Joseph's limerant object) really wants to expatriate herself and move to war-torn Iraq, become an Iraqi citizen, and get married there either to Joseph or another of his relatives. "She's nuts," he said. According to Alan, after one of the numerous arguments, Joseph told his limerant object, "If we were in Iraq, I'd kill you." Well, I've already put my own observations in the "blog," and it's plain to see that Joseph's limerant object made a brain donation a long time ago. Let's hope that they both go bye-bye to Iraq real soon.
Much to my amazement, I find myself moving from the "agnostic" camp to the "atheist" one. I can't imagine myself joining the ranks of Sam Harris and Richard Dawkins, but my increasing disdain for human-concocted religions, particularly the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam), indicates that I'm already there. While I am still a Creationist, I do not attribute the Creation to God of the Yahweh Triad or any deity. Such deities are personifications attributable to feeble minds. Humans cannot possibly understand anything beyond a constrained "reality."
When I speak of Creation, I mean a benign form of creation not necessarily requiring any entity to accomplish the task. Creation is simply the extraction of something from nothing. While I could say that the latter was spontaneous, there would be no way for me describe what that means. Humans define "spontaneous" from the viewpoint of a constrained "reality." Whatever was involved in the Creation is left intentionally unknown to us, and will never be known. The fact that the Universe is finite, our solar system is finite, and all life on the planet is finite indicates that we need not know the origins of "something" over "nothing." We have no time for that. We are here for the moment. And, that's it.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sun & Rain (Reprise)
Junk day, today. That's Pidgin English for "bad weather." There was only a slight drizzle when I departed for town. By the time I arrived at the Beretania Street transfer point, the rain was coming down hard. Nonetheless, I followed the urban nomad ritual. Same ol' shit.
The rain stopped at about 11am while I was at the library. The sun came out. I was just about to give up on the idea of restoring my extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I don't like it when the hair on the oversized cranium grows long. Well, actually, it was still fairly short by normal standards. Now, it's even shorter. Just the way I like it.
I went through Ala Moana Center this afternoon, paying a second visit to Foodland. I had to purchase food for dinner. Thus, I ate a delicious Ahi Poke salad. Unfortunately, I was hungry again in no time.
Later, Alan told me that the Iraqi guy and limerant object may be moving out of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) as early as the end of the month. Apparently, the landlord had mentioned to them something about raising the rent. That didn't go over too well with the Iraqi guy's limerant object. The foolish part is that they are not going to find a place as spacious with utilities included for a mere $700 per month. The entire second floor is as large as a two-bedroom house. And, how will they afford rent with Joseph's pitiful financial situation? Can you say, "Stupid pet tricks"?
Well, the second update for MeeGo® v1.1 was made available today. So, I updated my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. I did not really notice much of a difference. Some of the more glaring problems, albeit aesthetic, are still lingering. However, I have decided to remain loyal to MeeGo®. I have less problems with it than Ubuntu. And, it's simply perfect for netbooks.
The rain stopped at about 11am while I was at the library. The sun came out. I was just about to give up on the idea of restoring my extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I don't like it when the hair on the oversized cranium grows long. Well, actually, it was still fairly short by normal standards. Now, it's even shorter. Just the way I like it.
I went through Ala Moana Center this afternoon, paying a second visit to Foodland. I had to purchase food for dinner. Thus, I ate a delicious Ahi Poke salad. Unfortunately, I was hungry again in no time.
Later, Alan told me that the Iraqi guy and limerant object may be moving out of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) as early as the end of the month. Apparently, the landlord had mentioned to them something about raising the rent. That didn't go over too well with the Iraqi guy's limerant object. The foolish part is that they are not going to find a place as spacious with utilities included for a mere $700 per month. The entire second floor is as large as a two-bedroom house. And, how will they afford rent with Joseph's pitiful financial situation? Can you say, "Stupid pet tricks"?
Well, the second update for MeeGo® v1.1 was made available today. So, I updated my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. I did not really notice much of a difference. Some of the more glaring problems, albeit aesthetic, are still lingering. However, I have decided to remain loyal to MeeGo®. I have less problems with it than Ubuntu. And, it's simply perfect for netbooks.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Ruminate
What is there to say? Absolutely nothing, of course. Just another urban nomad kind-of-a-day. With not much else to do, I ruminated about mental midgets. No doubt, that's an odd topic to ruminate upon. Mental midgets are simply mental midgets. However, one has to wonder why there are so many of them. Why do they think that they are so important? Why do they act like they are being filmed for a "reality" show? And, the big question is: why are they so stupid?
Typical Funtasticus Hottie
For lack of much else of substance, I'd like to recommend an interesting article by Ugo Bardi titled, Peak Civilization, which appeared on the Financial Sense site. Bardi reconstructs the insider's version of the collapse of the Roman Empire using the few remaining literature from the era as well as Joseph Tainter's model of collapse of complex societies. An excerpt:
The point that Tainter makes, quite correctly, in his book is that it is hard to see the fall of such a complex thing as an empire as due to a single cause. A complex entity should fall in a complex manner, and I think it is correct. In Tainter's view, societies always face crisis and challenges of various kinds. The answer to these crisis and challenges is to build up structures - say, bureaucratic or military - in response. Each time a crisis is faced and solved, society finds itself with an extra layer of complexity. Now, Tainter says, as complexity increases, the benefit of this extra complexity starts going down - he calls it "the marginal benefit of complexity". That is because complexity has a cost - it costs energy to maintain complex systems. As you keep increasing complexity, this benefit become negative. The cost of complexity overtakes its benefit. At some moment, the burden of these complex structures is so great that the whole society crashes down - it is collapse.Is the empire heading toward collapse? You be the judge. As for the ol' lavahead, he'll be ruminating.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sun & Rain
I did not sleep well last night. The guy who resides in the attached studio brought a babe home with him at midnight. They sat outside on his tiny balcony until 2am. Occasionally, I could hear him speaking. However, for the majority of time, the ho' was giggling her ass off. What exactly was so funny? I surmise that it was all part of the "one-night stand" ritual. Unfortunately, neither my Flents® foam ear plugs or my AOSafety® Stow-A-Way® earmuffs could effectively attenuate the frequency bandwidth of the trollop's giggling.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
Well, not exactly. I had to meet my nephew at Koko Marina at 2:30pm. The weather was cold and windy all morning, with rain a possibility at any time. I had departed for Koko Marina at 1pm and performed a really abbreviated workout at the gym. I had to accompany my nephew to Straub Clinic in order to have a nurse certify the result of his TB test. According to my sister-in-law, an adult had to be present. In reality, no one really cared about whether I was there or not. The whole affair was a last-minute scenario, so my nephew did not stop at home on the way from school to pick up the paperwork. Fortunately, the nurse was able to have a Fax copy sent. Naturally, the rain was really coming down by then. Gone were my plans to be back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before the storm.
The power was out at Foodland, but the emergency lights were on. And, the point-of-sale terminals were operational. My nephew and I walked though the darkened aisles. I found only a couple of food items to purchase. Afterward, I dropped my nephew off. Moms apparently missed her nap. Moms was worried that there was a mix-up because my nephew had not stopped off to pick up the medical paperwork. I assured moms that everything went fine. Alas, I returned to Slob Manor through the pouring rain. I noticed that my truck was filthy again. Then, the rain stopped and the sun came out.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
Well, not exactly. I had to meet my nephew at Koko Marina at 2:30pm. The weather was cold and windy all morning, with rain a possibility at any time. I had departed for Koko Marina at 1pm and performed a really abbreviated workout at the gym. I had to accompany my nephew to Straub Clinic in order to have a nurse certify the result of his TB test. According to my sister-in-law, an adult had to be present. In reality, no one really cared about whether I was there or not. The whole affair was a last-minute scenario, so my nephew did not stop at home on the way from school to pick up the paperwork. Fortunately, the nurse was able to have a Fax copy sent. Naturally, the rain was really coming down by then. Gone were my plans to be back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before the storm.
The power was out at Foodland, but the emergency lights were on. And, the point-of-sale terminals were operational. My nephew and I walked though the darkened aisles. I found only a couple of food items to purchase. Afterward, I dropped my nephew off. Moms apparently missed her nap. Moms was worried that there was a mix-up because my nephew had not stopped off to pick up the medical paperwork. I assured moms that everything went fine. Alas, I returned to Slob Manor through the pouring rain. I noticed that my truck was filthy again. Then, the rain stopped and the sun came out.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Senior Citizen Solaces
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday was highlighted by an extended perusal of the symbolically unattainable hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine, I might add. There's a lot more that could be said about baby, but the point is moot. The rest of the day? Same ol' urban nomad shit.
With nothing left to eat in the fridge at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was forced to search for food at Foodland in Ala Moana Center this afternoon. Nada. So, I ended up at Subway® in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I did not have much time before the next bus was due to arrive. I walked out to the bus stop with my sandwich. Somehow, I had the feeling that the bus would be late. The hot sandwich would be cold by the time I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Thus, I ended up eating the delicious sandwich at the bus stop. So much for dining ambiance, eh?
Back at Slob Manor, I finally completed the semi-annual and annual GET forms to submit along with the detestable tax payment. I also washed my Nissan® Frontier truck with Turtle Wax® Zip Wax® Car Wash. I discarded the other liquid wax because I can no longer bring myself to hand-wax the truck as a separate operation. Now, I simply pour some Zip Wax® in a bucket of water and wash the truck. Rinse, dry off, and waxing is complete. Voilà!
Needless to say, I am having great difficulty in remaining "responsible." In my quasi-enlightened state, I broadly interpret the meaning of "personal responsibility" to be a form of enslavement. In the spirit of the "disconnection" and the exodus, I must strive to eliminate as many burdensome responsibilities as possible. Obviously, I will have to part ways with the "ownership society," amongst other things. Time is running out.
Every Sunday, I ride the 10am Route 6 bus from Ala Moana Center to downtown. That particular section of the route is frequented by quite a few senior citizens. Some of them sit in close proximity to me. As I said prior, I have been observing the senior citizen demographic. This morning, I noticed that a few of the old guys had a proliferation of old man spots, those sickly black splotches, all over their severely wrinkled skin. I looked at my arm and noticed the same kind of spots, albeit in their infancy. In a few short years, I will look just like the run-of-the-mill senior citizen. Those black splotches will grow much larger and proliferate. The small wrinkles that permeate my skin will develop into deep leathery fissures. My hair will lose its pigment. And, that's just the beginning. Oh, the horror!
I watched as each of the senior citizens alighted at various stops. Every senior citizen has a unique manner in which they hobble around. Some of them can barely walk. The sad part is that most of us are really not aware of what's going on. Slow moving senior citizens are simply a nuisance. They get in the way. However, the truth of the matter is that each of us will eventually be hobbling around in our own unique way, too. A senior citizen hobbles around because the body has stopped cooperating with the mind. It has only limited movements. Attempting to circumvent the limitation will result in pain and anguish. I have already noticed some deterioration of my own physical capabilities.
All that to say how part of the exodus must include my preparation to become a decrepit senior citizen. Growing old is inevitable. Becoming decrepit is just a matter of time. I suppose that our bodies are preparing us for the end. When our bodies becomes just too decrepit, we probably will be willing to succumb to nothingness. I tried to imagine what all of those senior citizens are thinking when they look in the mirror. Perhaps I already know.
With nothing left to eat in the fridge at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was forced to search for food at Foodland in Ala Moana Center this afternoon. Nada. So, I ended up at Subway® in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I did not have much time before the next bus was due to arrive. I walked out to the bus stop with my sandwich. Somehow, I had the feeling that the bus would be late. The hot sandwich would be cold by the time I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Thus, I ended up eating the delicious sandwich at the bus stop. So much for dining ambiance, eh?
Back at Slob Manor, I finally completed the semi-annual and annual GET forms to submit along with the detestable tax payment. I also washed my Nissan® Frontier truck with Turtle Wax® Zip Wax® Car Wash. I discarded the other liquid wax because I can no longer bring myself to hand-wax the truck as a separate operation. Now, I simply pour some Zip Wax® in a bucket of water and wash the truck. Rinse, dry off, and waxing is complete. Voilà!
Needless to say, I am having great difficulty in remaining "responsible." In my quasi-enlightened state, I broadly interpret the meaning of "personal responsibility" to be a form of enslavement. In the spirit of the "disconnection" and the exodus, I must strive to eliminate as many burdensome responsibilities as possible. Obviously, I will have to part ways with the "ownership society," amongst other things. Time is running out.
Every Sunday, I ride the 10am Route 6 bus from Ala Moana Center to downtown. That particular section of the route is frequented by quite a few senior citizens. Some of them sit in close proximity to me. As I said prior, I have been observing the senior citizen demographic. This morning, I noticed that a few of the old guys had a proliferation of old man spots, those sickly black splotches, all over their severely wrinkled skin. I looked at my arm and noticed the same kind of spots, albeit in their infancy. In a few short years, I will look just like the run-of-the-mill senior citizen. Those black splotches will grow much larger and proliferate. The small wrinkles that permeate my skin will develop into deep leathery fissures. My hair will lose its pigment. And, that's just the beginning. Oh, the horror!
I watched as each of the senior citizens alighted at various stops. Every senior citizen has a unique manner in which they hobble around. Some of them can barely walk. The sad part is that most of us are really not aware of what's going on. Slow moving senior citizens are simply a nuisance. They get in the way. However, the truth of the matter is that each of us will eventually be hobbling around in our own unique way, too. A senior citizen hobbles around because the body has stopped cooperating with the mind. It has only limited movements. Attempting to circumvent the limitation will result in pain and anguish. I have already noticed some deterioration of my own physical capabilities.
All that to say how part of the exodus must include my preparation to become a decrepit senior citizen. Growing old is inevitable. Becoming decrepit is just a matter of time. I suppose that our bodies are preparing us for the end. When our bodies becomes just too decrepit, we probably will be willing to succumb to nothingness. I tried to imagine what all of those senior citizens are thinking when they look in the mirror. Perhaps I already know.
Saturday, January 08, 2011
High Fructose Fatso
"Take any stock in the United States. The average time in which you hold a stock is - it's gone up from 20 seconds to 22 seconds in the last year. Most trades are computerized. Most trades are short-term. The average foreign currency investment lasts - it's up now to 30 seconds, up from 28 seconds last month." -- Michael HudsonI managed to slink in and out of Slob Manor (read: rental housing), so I did not have any kind of contact with the other tenants. No stupid pet tricks. As for the day ... same ol' shit. In other words, nothing unusual outside of the stupidity that can be defined as normal.
Because of my own sordid financial crisis, I am also impoverished. Naturally, I had to cut back on expenses, food being a "line item" target. Even with a significant reduction in food expenditures, I find that I am sporting a small midriff "spare tire" that appears to be growing. I am certain that the source of the problem is the massive amounts of high fructose corn syrup (HFCS) in almost every food product that I consume, including yogurt and baked goods. In the damned expensive $5 loaf of bread, HFCS is the third listed ingredient after wheat flour and water. Well, HFCS appears to be much more resistant to cardio workouts, that's for sure.
Incidentally, while I was riding the bus back to Slob Manor this afternoon, I noticed a number of passengers playing with their "smartphones" and iPad®s. I was completely surprised at how polished the various mobile operating systems seemed to be. Even the ridiculous "smartphones" appear to function much more gracefully than both versions of Linux on my two computers. Not only that, but the user interfaces were so much more stylish. The video playback on those devices is so much better than my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. Why?
I am wasting far too much time with my computers. I'd like to divest them both, but I need a viable replacement. I am waiting for a tablet device with a fully functional Web browser. That's probably not going to happen while such devices use the current breed of phone operating systems. Yet, there's no reason why the Web browsers couldn't be improved. My guess is that the manufacturers do not want to introduce a stand-alone tablet device. Intentionally making the device and its user dependent on a regular computer will guarantee that the latter will not meet its demise. Sheesh!
Friday, January 07, 2011
Day Seven 2011
Although I was already awake in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I heard a lot of noise in the kitchen this morning at 5am. Apparently, Alan was up and around doing who-knows-what. He also made several phone calls. My guess is that he was waiting for the Iraqi guy's limerant object. She normally takes her dog for a walk at about that time. However, she has lately given the chore to Joseph to do whenever he wakes up. So, Alan piddled around, curiously, until about 30 seconds before Joseph's limerant object departed for work. Just before she descended the stairs, Alan shut off the lights and went into his squalid room. A minute after she shut the front door, Alan emerged from his room, turned the lights back on, and engaged in more noisy piddling. He was still in the dining area when I eventually departed at 7:35am.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
I should mention that moms and I engaged in a short adventure when, upon completing our usual excursion, moms discovered that her hearing aid was missing. Moms had put the tiny devices into a soft pouch, then placed the pouch in her purse. We had to backtrack through Koko Marina, with Foodland being our last stop. Fortunately, someone had found the pouch. We were able to retrieve it at the customer service counter. Thank goodness!
When I arrived back at Slob Manor at 5:30pm, I noticed that Alan was lying on the couch. His notebook computer was sitting on the dining table. Joseph was busily cooking dinner. His limerant object had just returned from walking her dog. She was upstairs. I put my groceries away and locked myself in my squalid room. I had enough of the stupid pet tricks for the day.
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
I should mention that moms and I engaged in a short adventure when, upon completing our usual excursion, moms discovered that her hearing aid was missing. Moms had put the tiny devices into a soft pouch, then placed the pouch in her purse. We had to backtrack through Koko Marina, with Foodland being our last stop. Fortunately, someone had found the pouch. We were able to retrieve it at the customer service counter. Thank goodness!
When I arrived back at Slob Manor at 5:30pm, I noticed that Alan was lying on the couch. His notebook computer was sitting on the dining table. Joseph was busily cooking dinner. His limerant object had just returned from walking her dog. She was upstairs. I put my groceries away and locked myself in my squalid room. I had enough of the stupid pet tricks for the day.
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Post No. 1,712
Same ol' shit. Does it get tiring? You bet! However, I am a victim of the empire's financial "system." I am being slowly driven into one-way poverty. I have no other options.
At the library, I briefly continued my casual research into ancient Asian prehistory. All I can say is that we know more about the universe of 14 billion years ago than we know about human legacy beyond a mere couple of thousand years. Sheesh!
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), all was quiet until about 8:30pm. Alan had been hanging around conspicuously in the dining area. "Pay dirt" finally hit when the Iraqi guy's limerant object came downstairs to cook a meal, which was a rarity. So, Alan took the opportunity to "chat her up." Where was the Iraqi guy? Alan also had his eye on the Korean hottie temporary tenant, he had told me. However, the Iraqi guy ruined his plans. Stupid pet tricks.
By the way, the parking assignments have changed at Slob Manor. The guy who rents the attached studio now parks his crappy Nissan® Altima in the Indian guy's former space. The Iraqi guy's limerant object has the spot under the infamous palm tree. Wait until one of those huge palm fronds breaks loose. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! And, Joseph is now parking his vehicle in the dirt pile next to my Nissan® Frontier truck.
The new year is already progressing rapidly, but the ol' lavahead is being left behind. He just can't seem to get his act together. Instead of bothering with the stupid pet tricks at Slob Manor, he needs to get his priorities straight. Stuff needs to be divested. Paperwork needs to be destroyed. And, a master plan needs to be established. The exodus is still in the works, if you can believe it.
Well, the most promising tablet device so far is the BlackBerry® PlayBook® with its fully functional Web browser. It can also render 1080p HD videos. Unfortunately, it seems as though it requires a 4G broadband service contract at the time of purchase. I am also not certain about whether it is a stand-alone device or requires synchronization to a BlackBerry® "smartphone." I suppose that I will have to stick with MeeGo® on a netbook, although I have no idea whether it will be around much longer.
At the library, I briefly continued my casual research into ancient Asian prehistory. All I can say is that we know more about the universe of 14 billion years ago than we know about human legacy beyond a mere couple of thousand years. Sheesh!
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), all was quiet until about 8:30pm. Alan had been hanging around conspicuously in the dining area. "Pay dirt" finally hit when the Iraqi guy's limerant object came downstairs to cook a meal, which was a rarity. So, Alan took the opportunity to "chat her up." Where was the Iraqi guy? Alan also had his eye on the Korean hottie temporary tenant, he had told me. However, the Iraqi guy ruined his plans. Stupid pet tricks.
By the way, the parking assignments have changed at Slob Manor. The guy who rents the attached studio now parks his crappy Nissan® Altima in the Indian guy's former space. The Iraqi guy's limerant object has the spot under the infamous palm tree. Wait until one of those huge palm fronds breaks loose. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! And, Joseph is now parking his vehicle in the dirt pile next to my Nissan® Frontier truck.
The new year is already progressing rapidly, but the ol' lavahead is being left behind. He just can't seem to get his act together. Instead of bothering with the stupid pet tricks at Slob Manor, he needs to get his priorities straight. Stuff needs to be divested. Paperwork needs to be destroyed. And, a master plan needs to be established. The exodus is still in the works, if you can believe it.
Well, the most promising tablet device so far is the BlackBerry® PlayBook® with its fully functional Web browser. It can also render 1080p HD videos. Unfortunately, it seems as though it requires a 4G broadband service contract at the time of purchase. I am also not certain about whether it is a stand-alone device or requires synchronization to a BlackBerry® "smartphone." I suppose that I will have to stick with MeeGo® on a netbook, although I have no idea whether it will be around much longer.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
On the Watch
Yesterday, I neglected to mention that I had disclosed the landlord's allegations about Joseph's indiscretion (refer to the "blog" of December 26th of last year) to Alan. Joseph's limerant object, who had been outside with her dog, walked in on the conversation. She immediately refuted everything, claiming that Joseph had told her a different version of the story. Indeed, according to Joseph, the temporary tenant was the real instigator. The temporary tenant, a hottie Korean babe who works as an anesthesiologist at Queen's Hospital, came on to Joseph because she apparently could not control her passion for Iraqi guys. The temporary tenant was also jealous of the limerant object. Thus, after being scorned by the Iraqi guy, the temporary tenant abruptly moved out. What a crock of shit!
Although Alan actually witnessed the Iraqi guy hitting up the temporary tenant for her phone number, he may be inclined to agree with the limerant object's (read: Joseph's) version of the story. According to Joseph's limerant object, the temporary tenant was "very aggressive" and demanded that Joseph give her his phone number, making him also agree to call her at anytime at his whim. Since Alan is still quite partial to Joseph's limerant object, he may have no choice but to trust her. As for me, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I slinked off to my squalid room.
At the library, I embarked on an informal research of ancient Asian prehistory. I am not certain about whether I will delve any further, even though the subject matter is my heritage and legacy. Of course, the most important finding is that there were several tribes of people residing in Asia even before the alleged creation of the first human couple by the God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam). What does that tell you?
Well, the second phase of "quantitative easing" initiated by Ben "Handjob" Bernanke at the Fed is finally taking effect. Naturally, the stock market is surging. And, commodities prices are going through the roof. Petrol is now at $3.65 per gallon for the lowest grade (up 30 cents in two weeks time). Food prices are going up. In fact, the bread that I use for sandwiches is now over $5 for one loaf. Back to salads now, I suppose. Yet, all I keep hearing about is the "recovery" and how great it is. What am I missing?
The stock market will probably surge tomorrow since the "jobs" report came out stating a miraculous amount of hiring last month. Oh brother. Read the fine print: "The vast majority of the jobs increase, 270,000 jobs, was concentrated in the service-providing industries while the goods-providing industries contributed 27,000 jobs with manufacturing up by 23,000 jobs," according to Barclays analyst Theresa Chen [emphasis mine]. Service industries? Fast food, retail sales, blah, blah, blah. Big deal.
Every single day, I keep wondering when the "shit is going to hit the fan." The "system" is so rigged that it's not going to happen, not in my lifetime at least. As I've stated before, interest rates are never going to rise above zero percent ever again. The rich will get richer, the poor just get poorer. It's going to be a slow process, so slow that no one is going to notice. That's not true. I have been able to observe the subtle negative changes because I am not preoccupied by a "smartphone" all day long. I am not playing gaming applications or sending useless gossipy text messages. So, I am free to watch the slow robbery in progress. Shouldn't you be watching, too?
Although Alan actually witnessed the Iraqi guy hitting up the temporary tenant for her phone number, he may be inclined to agree with the limerant object's (read: Joseph's) version of the story. According to Joseph's limerant object, the temporary tenant was "very aggressive" and demanded that Joseph give her his phone number, making him also agree to call her at anytime at his whim. Since Alan is still quite partial to Joseph's limerant object, he may have no choice but to trust her. As for me, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I slinked off to my squalid room.
At the library, I embarked on an informal research of ancient Asian prehistory. I am not certain about whether I will delve any further, even though the subject matter is my heritage and legacy. Of course, the most important finding is that there were several tribes of people residing in Asia even before the alleged creation of the first human couple by the God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam). What does that tell you?
Well, the second phase of "quantitative easing" initiated by Ben "Handjob" Bernanke at the Fed is finally taking effect. Naturally, the stock market is surging. And, commodities prices are going through the roof. Petrol is now at $3.65 per gallon for the lowest grade (up 30 cents in two weeks time). Food prices are going up. In fact, the bread that I use for sandwiches is now over $5 for one loaf. Back to salads now, I suppose. Yet, all I keep hearing about is the "recovery" and how great it is. What am I missing?
The stock market will probably surge tomorrow since the "jobs" report came out stating a miraculous amount of hiring last month. Oh brother. Read the fine print: "The vast majority of the jobs increase, 270,000 jobs, was concentrated in the service-providing industries while the goods-providing industries contributed 27,000 jobs with manufacturing up by 23,000 jobs," according to Barclays analyst Theresa Chen [emphasis mine]. Service industries? Fast food, retail sales, blah, blah, blah. Big deal.
Every single day, I keep wondering when the "shit is going to hit the fan." The "system" is so rigged that it's not going to happen, not in my lifetime at least. As I've stated before, interest rates are never going to rise above zero percent ever again. The rich will get richer, the poor just get poorer. It's going to be a slow process, so slow that no one is going to notice. That's not true. I have been able to observe the subtle negative changes because I am not preoccupied by a "smartphone" all day long. I am not playing gaming applications or sending useless gossipy text messages. So, I am free to watch the slow robbery in progress. Shouldn't you be watching, too?
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Babuino Desnudo
Another urban nomad kind of a day? Say it ain't so! But, yes, it was ... same ol' shit. Fortunately, the myriad baboons were not as discourteous as yesterday. Was there a full moon out, or what?
At 9pm this evening, I was suffering from a poverty of words. What was even more frustrating is that the cursor kept disappearing from the Blogger® text box as I was typing. The disappearing cursor appears to be an on-going problem in Ubuntu Linux. I also uploaded a picture, but it was automatically resized too small. So, I "disappeared" it. Frankly, I was ready to "disappear" the entire "blog" and the old journal as well. Is it worth maintaining that crap?
By 9:30pm, I was entirely frustrated with everything. I wanted to take all of my useless possessions out to the trash can. Yes, everything, including my entire clothing ensemble of three pieces. I yearned to return to my roots. I wanted to become a naked ape, at least according to what the evolutionists have been proselytizing. Seriously, we're only at Day Four of the new year, and I'm already discombobulated. So, let's call it a day now, shall we?
At 9pm this evening, I was suffering from a poverty of words. What was even more frustrating is that the cursor kept disappearing from the Blogger® text box as I was typing. The disappearing cursor appears to be an on-going problem in Ubuntu Linux. I also uploaded a picture, but it was automatically resized too small. So, I "disappeared" it. Frankly, I was ready to "disappear" the entire "blog" and the old journal as well. Is it worth maintaining that crap?
By 9:30pm, I was entirely frustrated with everything. I wanted to take all of my useless possessions out to the trash can. Yes, everything, including my entire clothing ensemble of three pieces. I yearned to return to my roots. I wanted to become a naked ape, at least according to what the evolutionists have been proselytizing. Seriously, we're only at Day Four of the new year, and I'm already discombobulated. So, let's call it a day now, shall we?
Monday, January 03, 2011
15 Kankin 1 Ik'
(12.19.18.0.2) Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® 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.
Day Three of the new year. Exactly nothing of significance has transpired. Apparently, I remain totally committed to banality. Of course, I have not had much time to think about anything, what with the anxiety attacks and all. Only when I return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) do I find myself with little to do. Yet, is the dump conducive to contemplation? Hardly. I've also been spending most of my time listening to Deep House Cat mixes and searching for new hurdy-gurdy videos to add to my vast collection while I am confined to my squalid room. What else can I do?
I really don't know anymore. I feel as though I am one of only a handful of people who has some idea about the absolute truths (refer to the "blog" of July 28th of last year). The rest of the masses are content to participate in the ridiculous human theater, one based on myths and pseudo-science of a decadent "civilization." Few understand mortality for what it is. Even fewer understand that the universe is finite, too. I do not come from a viewpoint of hubris, by the way. I am just trying to make some sense of the insane world that I am forced to live in.
Since my emancipation from wage slavery over three years ago, I have had ample time to ruminate upon the effect that the latter event has had on my life and life-style. Truly, that was a turning point. Fortunately, I had amassed a modest amount of "capital," which allowed me to survive to this day without returning to the salt mines. Unfortunately, my resources are limited and finite as well. I debated for quite some time about whether I should "throw caution to the wind" and experience a "fuller" life. In a consumerist society, a "fuller" life costs a lot of money. Therefore, I backed off.
With so little time left, have I changed my mind? Not really. Although I would like to travel to certain parts of the ancient world, I am deterred by the morbid global theater that has been created by the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Terror and fear is all that awaits us. I may as well settle in with my computers in my squalid room and travel vicariously until the day comes that I can safely venture out.
Of course, by that time, the world could be in a bigger mess than it is now. We'll be at 7 billion satanic gargoyles before the end of the year. And, as I've understated in the "blog," we are on a collision course with a tragedy of unknown proportions. Oil, food, water, and climate are going to be constraining factors that may perhaps trigger a secular Apocalypse of one kind or another. I am still thinking that a planned "limited" global nuclear war is in the works (refer to the "blog" of September 28th of last year) before then.
Pity the poor humans. They know nothing of their legacy beyond two millenia. They have built up a world based upon faulty assumptions of "manifest destiny" and dominion. Yet, they seem to be oblivious to the fact that they are destroying themselves and all other life on earth. The recent ancients whom they know something about seemed to be fixated on the stellar horizon. In arrogance, they also believe the distant ancients to be "howling barbarians" who eventually developed enough intelligence to become star cultists.
Day Three of the new year. Exactly nothing of significance has transpired. Apparently, I remain totally committed to banality. Of course, I have not had much time to think about anything, what with the anxiety attacks and all. Only when I return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) do I find myself with little to do. Yet, is the dump conducive to contemplation? Hardly. I've also been spending most of my time listening to Deep House Cat mixes and searching for new hurdy-gurdy videos to add to my vast collection while I am confined to my squalid room. What else can I do?
I really don't know anymore. I feel as though I am one of only a handful of people who has some idea about the absolute truths (refer to the "blog" of July 28th of last year). The rest of the masses are content to participate in the ridiculous human theater, one based on myths and pseudo-science of a decadent "civilization." Few understand mortality for what it is. Even fewer understand that the universe is finite, too. I do not come from a viewpoint of hubris, by the way. I am just trying to make some sense of the insane world that I am forced to live in.
Since my emancipation from wage slavery over three years ago, I have had ample time to ruminate upon the effect that the latter event has had on my life and life-style. Truly, that was a turning point. Fortunately, I had amassed a modest amount of "capital," which allowed me to survive to this day without returning to the salt mines. Unfortunately, my resources are limited and finite as well. I debated for quite some time about whether I should "throw caution to the wind" and experience a "fuller" life. In a consumerist society, a "fuller" life costs a lot of money. Therefore, I backed off.
With so little time left, have I changed my mind? Not really. Although I would like to travel to certain parts of the ancient world, I am deterred by the morbid global theater that has been created by the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Terror and fear is all that awaits us. I may as well settle in with my computers in my squalid room and travel vicariously until the day comes that I can safely venture out.
Of course, by that time, the world could be in a bigger mess than it is now. We'll be at 7 billion satanic gargoyles before the end of the year. And, as I've understated in the "blog," we are on a collision course with a tragedy of unknown proportions. Oil, food, water, and climate are going to be constraining factors that may perhaps trigger a secular Apocalypse of one kind or another. I am still thinking that a planned "limited" global nuclear war is in the works (refer to the "blog" of September 28th of last year) before then.
Pity the poor humans. They know nothing of their legacy beyond two millenia. They have built up a world based upon faulty assumptions of "manifest destiny" and dominion. Yet, they seem to be oblivious to the fact that they are destroying themselves and all other life on earth. The recent ancients whom they know something about seemed to be fixated on the stellar horizon. In arrogance, they also believe the distant ancients to be "howling barbarians" who eventually developed enough intelligence to become star cultists.
Perhaps the star cultist left their megalithic monuments, not as a token of primitive megalomania, but created permanent markers as a reminder and prescient warning of not keeping the minuscule human presence in perspective to the universe.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Stonehead Stasis
Another ridiculous urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday has come to pass. The highlight of the day was a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Actually, there's really no need to track the sightings of the hottie gym trainer anymore. Baby is, after all, symbolically unattainable. And, I have more important matters to be concerned about (e.g., my senior citizen status).
I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. Joseph, the Iraqi guy, has apparently moved into the Indian guy's vacated room as of late last night. He and his limerant object now have the entire second floor to use as a "love nest." Hopefully, they will both make themselves scarce downstairs. One has to wonder whether Joseph's limerant object is aware of his attempted infidelity.
By the way, I have tentatively decided to dispense with future monthly financial and expense summaries. The task, while trivial, is just not worth the time invested. Month-to-month expenses are mostly constant, with the detestable "condotel" unit absorbing much of my dwindling savings. I have basically no income, thanks to Ben "Handjob" Bernanke at the Fed. Thus, the monthly income summary will only reflect a forever declining savings balance. Who really cares anyway? I will, however, continue to compile the annual net worth balance sheet.
I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. Joseph, the Iraqi guy, has apparently moved into the Indian guy's vacated room as of late last night. He and his limerant object now have the entire second floor to use as a "love nest." Hopefully, they will both make themselves scarce downstairs. One has to wonder whether Joseph's limerant object is aware of his attempted infidelity.
By the way, I have tentatively decided to dispense with future monthly financial and expense summaries. The task, while trivial, is just not worth the time invested. Month-to-month expenses are mostly constant, with the detestable "condotel" unit absorbing much of my dwindling savings. I have basically no income, thanks to Ben "Handjob" Bernanke at the Fed. Thus, the monthly income summary will only reflect a forever declining savings balance. Who really cares anyway? I will, however, continue to compile the annual net worth balance sheet.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
New Year's Day 2011
All the revelry, with cheap booze flowing like water, usually symbolizes the myriad celebrations ushering in the new year. The "mainstream" media is filled with such useless nonsense. Only the elite class (i.e., moneychangers and powers-that-be) have cause to celebrate. We, the rank-and-file peons should be seething with rage.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day found the urban nomad at Ala Moana Center after departing an hour later than usual on the bus. What the heck? All of the stores were open, and satanic gargoyles were everywhere. I'm getting slightly ahead of myself. I was up past midnight last night, so I was extremely groggy this morning. I stayed up late because I had anticipated a lot of noise (i.e., fireworks). Turns out that the neighborhood celebration lasted all of seven minutes with only sporadic popping noises. Last year, there was a continuous barrage of explosions for almost an hour. What happened?
After my workout at the gym, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) via Ala Moana and Waikiki. At the Ala Moana stopover, I purchased a grilled salmon local-style bento at Foodland. The grilled salmon was delicious, by the way.
Well, Day One of the "new year" is here. I am happy to report that my squalid room in Slob Manor is a mess. I have lost all sense of order. I am now doing everything, including important stuff, using the principle of JIT (read: just-in-time). Well, except my version of JIT does nothing to facilitate expediency or efficiency. I have lost all interest in the business of living. That's right, I am sick of financial enslavement. I am sick of "ownership" and the "ownership society." I want freedom, damn it!
Alas, I'm getting ahead of myself again. It's only Day One. We've got 365 more days to screw around and accomplish nothing just like last year. In the meantime, I'll record my lack of progress in the "blog." Like the stoneheads on Easter Island, some things never change.
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