What is reality? I don't really know. Pick up any current cosmology or physics book. The answers are not at all coincident with the reality of the material world that we profess to know. Our sense of reality is an illusion. All matter is composed of atoms, which are composed of subatomic particles. There is basically no difference between any specific atom except for the quantitative permutations of subatomic particles (i.e., electrons, protons, neutrons). Yet, the permutations yield entirely unpredictable properties, except for mass and state. Then, there is the curious notion that atoms are almost completely free space. What are we to make of that?
Even more unnerving is the fact that all organic lifeforms are also composed of atoms. The subatomic particles in our (human) atoms have existed since the beginning of the universe over 14 billion years ago. The atoms themselves were produced in first and second generation stars that were located over the entire span of the universe.
Everything is an illusion. At the atomic level, we basically don't look any different than water, rocks, or anything else. Yet, we are "alive" and "sentient." We even possess "consciousness." How is that possible, given a bunch of atoms? What exactly is reality?
Same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. Just a nearly infinite number of atoms shifting around to and fro, creating an illusion of lifeforms. What is real, though, is the rapidly increasing entropy being produced by the latter. There is way too much disorder on the planet. Will the Second Law of Thermodynamics prevail? Who knows?
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Senility
Same ol' day shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut. I also renewed the lease for my mailbox at the Post Office. The amount has increased by over 50 percent. And, just for the record, entropy was fairly high no matter where I was.
Same ol' evening shit. I first stopped by my local bank branch in Kahala to deposit a measly tax refund check via the teller machine. I could not remember the right sequence of numbers for my account, something I have never experienced before. Then, I entered the wrong passcode, even though I had a written copy right of it right in front of me. What is happening? Am I losing it?
I stopped off in Aina Haina at 9pm for a decaffeinated beverage. I really had no reason to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) any earlier than necessary. I have nothing to do there. Downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips is a low priority. Rather, I am now purging hurdy-gurdy files from my portable hard drive. So far, the portable hard drive seems to have survived the ordeal. ETA dump: 10pm.
Same ol' evening shit. I first stopped by my local bank branch in Kahala to deposit a measly tax refund check via the teller machine. I could not remember the right sequence of numbers for my account, something I have never experienced before. Then, I entered the wrong passcode, even though I had a written copy right of it right in front of me. What is happening? Am I losing it?
I stopped off in Aina Haina at 9pm for a decaffeinated beverage. I really had no reason to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) any earlier than necessary. I have nothing to do there. Downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips is a low priority. Rather, I am now purging hurdy-gurdy files from my portable hard drive. So far, the portable hard drive seems to have survived the ordeal. ETA dump: 10pm.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Fabric of Foolishness
Same ol' day shit. I ran into the "homeless" buddy at the library. He told me that he purchased 20 Aloha shirts and 20 pairs of oversized pants, for $5 each, at the local swap meet. He also purchased an air compressor, for what reason I do not know.
I have been reading the book, "The Fabric of the Cosmos: Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality," by Brian Greene. I more than highly recommend it, especially the first half. Even with a background in advanced mathematics and physics, I found the material to be somewhat difficult to grasp. Intentional or not, Greene's book also provoked metaphysical and existential thoughts. I am more inclined to describe it as "cosmological nihilism." More later.
Same ol' evening shit at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I stopped off in Aina Haina again for a decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's®. Cosmological nihilism is taking its toll on the oversized cranium. ETA Slob Manor (read: rental housing): 10pm.
Breaking news. Research in Motion® (RIM), producer of my favorite tablet computer, is apparently in dire straits. RIM's stock was dropping in value so rapidly that an emergency halt in trading was invoked this afternoon. Rumors now claim that RIM will cease to exist before the end of summer.
I have been reading the book, "The Fabric of the Cosmos: Space, Time, and the Texture of Reality," by Brian Greene. I more than highly recommend it, especially the first half. Even with a background in advanced mathematics and physics, I found the material to be somewhat difficult to grasp. Intentional or not, Greene's book also provoked metaphysical and existential thoughts. I am more inclined to describe it as "cosmological nihilism." More later.
Same ol' evening shit at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I stopped off in Aina Haina again for a decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's®. Cosmological nihilism is taking its toll on the oversized cranium. ETA Slob Manor (read: rental housing): 10pm.
Breaking news. Research in Motion® (RIM), producer of my favorite tablet computer, is apparently in dire straits. RIM's stock was dropping in value so rapidly that an emergency halt in trading was invoked this afternoon. Rumors now claim that RIM will cease to exist before the end of summer.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Memorial Day 2012
When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 9pm last night, the fucktard "chef" was still engaged in a slammin' soirée. Can you believe it? In fact, he just sat down to eat his dinner a couple of minutes later. Two hours to chop up a salad and some fruit, make a bowl of rice, and heat up some frozen crap? I was flabbergasted. Then, cleaning up took another 65 minutes of more slammin' soirée fun. Three straight hours of the slammin' soirée? I'm beginning to wonder if the dickhead is clinically insane.
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit, even though today was a holiday. I gave my bro the AOSafety® Stow-A-Way® earmuffs that has been stored away for months. Moms and I attempted to complete the usual itinerary, but lunch ended up being sidelined. For some reason, Panda Express® did not have any white steamed rice prepared. Moms refused to partake of the fried rice or assorted noodles that were also available, so a stalemate ensued. Moms sat down, seemingly confused about what to do next. So, at my insistence, we continued with the shopping part of the journey. I procured a few energy bars at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. When we returned to the house, I ate the energy bars for lunch. Moms made something quick for herself. The issue is always about the steamed white rice (ironically, the worst kind of rice to consume). Moms refuses to patronize eating establishments that do not prepare the rice properly. A few weeks ago, the same issue came up. So, we ended up at Zippy's, where the rice is prepared adequately. However, moms ordered spaghetti for lunch instead.
Then, there was the two-week ordeal that moms experienced with the dentist. I neglected to delineate anything previously. Moms had made an appointment to be fitted with a bite guard. Apparently, moms has been grinding her teeth. Moms was confused about the cost, thinking that the total was $30 rather than the $500 she was asked to pay up front. Then, moms mistakenly thought that she was being charged for two bite guards (i.e., one lower and one upper). Moms canceled the production of the bite guard(s) and, fortunately, was not charged for anything. Moms vowed to find another dentist. A week later, moms decided to stay with the same dentist and reinstate the order for the bite guard. There have been a few other, albeit more minor, incidents, but I suspect that moms is starting to exhibit symptoms of dementia. Not good.
Moms has also been chatting a lot more about her fellow cult members (i.e., the "brothers" and "sisters"). Many of them are old and extremely decrepit. However, none of them are exempt from putting in the required time for church meetings and preaching. All of them have been waiting anxiously since 1975 (i.e., the first "false flag") for Armageddon. One has to really wonder how long they are going to maintain their faith in nothing. They have lived all of their lives in guilt, trying to please a non-existent deity, in order to be considered candidates for a mythical resurrection.
My main concern, though, is whether moms will suffer from an accelerated decline into dementia, become physically disabled, or experience chronically illness. The situation will become a nightmare for my bro's family and myself. Lots of high entropy ahead.
Alan was deeply engaged in a slammin' soirée in the kitchen when I arrived at the dump at 4pm. Unlike the "chef," he was preparing several entrées for a potluck dinner at work. He told me that he had just moved his possessions in storage from one storage warehouse to another to save money. He had been paying $345 per month. Now, he's paying $132 per month. Alan is living in a squalid room no larger than mine. He works the "graveyard" shift in order to earn more money. He has the room completely stuffed with boxes of crap. He also has a storage unit stuffed with more crap. However, he proudly owns a "McMansion" in Arizona. He is always passionate when he describes how he worked so hard to obtain the "American Dream." Yet, one has to wonder. Given what I just described, insanity seems to be Alan's real accomplishment.
Most of the stores at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala were closed when I arrived there after 7pm. Thus, entropy was somewhat lower than usual. The bookstore was open, but not crowded. At 8:30pm, I continued my wayward trek to nowhere ... well, to Aina Haina at least. A lukewarm decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's® and low entropy were in order. What else could I do to pass the time? ETA dump: 10pm.
Incidentally, I will no longer recognize Memorial Day from this point forward. The holiday officially pays tribute to the fallen soldiers of empire. Senseless wars. High entropy. For most people, though, Memorial Day means bringing flowers to the graves of deceased loved ones. I just hope that they treated their loved ones equally well when the latter were still alive. Otherwise, what's the sense of it all?cult
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit, even though today was a holiday. I gave my bro the AOSafety® Stow-A-Way® earmuffs that has been stored away for months. Moms and I attempted to complete the usual itinerary, but lunch ended up being sidelined. For some reason, Panda Express® did not have any white steamed rice prepared. Moms refused to partake of the fried rice or assorted noodles that were also available, so a stalemate ensued. Moms sat down, seemingly confused about what to do next. So, at my insistence, we continued with the shopping part of the journey. I procured a few energy bars at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. When we returned to the house, I ate the energy bars for lunch. Moms made something quick for herself. The issue is always about the steamed white rice (ironically, the worst kind of rice to consume). Moms refuses to patronize eating establishments that do not prepare the rice properly. A few weeks ago, the same issue came up. So, we ended up at Zippy's, where the rice is prepared adequately. However, moms ordered spaghetti for lunch instead.
Then, there was the two-week ordeal that moms experienced with the dentist. I neglected to delineate anything previously. Moms had made an appointment to be fitted with a bite guard. Apparently, moms has been grinding her teeth. Moms was confused about the cost, thinking that the total was $30 rather than the $500 she was asked to pay up front. Then, moms mistakenly thought that she was being charged for two bite guards (i.e., one lower and one upper). Moms canceled the production of the bite guard(s) and, fortunately, was not charged for anything. Moms vowed to find another dentist. A week later, moms decided to stay with the same dentist and reinstate the order for the bite guard. There have been a few other, albeit more minor, incidents, but I suspect that moms is starting to exhibit symptoms of dementia. Not good.
Moms has also been chatting a lot more about her fellow cult members (i.e., the "brothers" and "sisters"). Many of them are old and extremely decrepit. However, none of them are exempt from putting in the required time for church meetings and preaching. All of them have been waiting anxiously since 1975 (i.e., the first "false flag") for Armageddon. One has to really wonder how long they are going to maintain their faith in nothing. They have lived all of their lives in guilt, trying to please a non-existent deity, in order to be considered candidates for a mythical resurrection.
My main concern, though, is whether moms will suffer from an accelerated decline into dementia, become physically disabled, or experience chronically illness. The situation will become a nightmare for my bro's family and myself. Lots of high entropy ahead.
Alan was deeply engaged in a slammin' soirée in the kitchen when I arrived at the dump at 4pm. Unlike the "chef," he was preparing several entrées for a potluck dinner at work. He told me that he had just moved his possessions in storage from one storage warehouse to another to save money. He had been paying $345 per month. Now, he's paying $132 per month. Alan is living in a squalid room no larger than mine. He works the "graveyard" shift in order to earn more money. He has the room completely stuffed with boxes of crap. He also has a storage unit stuffed with more crap. However, he proudly owns a "McMansion" in Arizona. He is always passionate when he describes how he worked so hard to obtain the "American Dream." Yet, one has to wonder. Given what I just described, insanity seems to be Alan's real accomplishment.
Most of the stores at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala were closed when I arrived there after 7pm. Thus, entropy was somewhat lower than usual. The bookstore was open, but not crowded. At 8:30pm, I continued my wayward trek to nowhere ... well, to Aina Haina at least. A lukewarm decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's® and low entropy were in order. What else could I do to pass the time? ETA dump: 10pm.
Incidentally, I will no longer recognize Memorial Day from this point forward. The holiday officially pays tribute to the fallen soldiers of empire. Senseless wars. High entropy. For most people, though, Memorial Day means bringing flowers to the graves of deceased loved ones. I just hope that they treated their loved ones equally well when the latter were still alive. Otherwise, what's the sense of it all?cult
Sunday, May 27, 2012
No Time For Holidays III
Same ol' Sunday shit. Nada to report, except that entropy appeared to be fairly high everywhere except the gym. By the way, we have a holiday weekend on our hands. That's why the itinerary of yesterday was out of the ordinary, but mundane nonetheless. I really have no time for holidays. Anyway, I followed a roundabout bus itinerary back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon. I arrived at 2:30pm. Even with a four-hour intermission, the time was completely absorbed by random chores. By the way, I was very fatigued due to sleep deprivation. Alan was making assorted old man noises in the kitchen at 3:30am.
I departed for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening just a few minutes after the "chef" commenced another random slammin' soirée. When the entropy suddenly increases, then I'm outta there. Thankfully, fairly low entropy at the bookstore. ETA dump: 9pm.
During my observations in the heart of the high entropy zone, I failed to see any discontent amongst the masses. Frankly, I could have been looking at a herd of chimps or baboons. No difference. No sign of higher intelligence either. The only outcasts were the derelicts, the homeless, the clinically insane, and the ol' lavahead. What does that tell you?
I departed for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening just a few minutes after the "chef" commenced another random slammin' soirée. When the entropy suddenly increases, then I'm outta there. Thankfully, fairly low entropy at the bookstore. ETA dump: 9pm.
During my observations in the heart of the high entropy zone, I failed to see any discontent amongst the masses. Frankly, I could have been looking at a herd of chimps or baboons. No difference. No sign of higher intelligence either. The only outcasts were the derelicts, the homeless, the clinically insane, and the ol' lavahead. What does that tell you?
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Post No. 2,218
Capsule update of another mundane day. Washed my Nissan® Frontier truck with wash/wax elixir early this morning. Drove (i.e., air-dried) the truck to Ala Moana Center at 8:30am. Observed extremely high entropy while loitering at various locations. Piddled around until 12:30pm. Rode the bus to town to work out at the gym (only moderate entropy). Rode the bus back at 3pm to Ala Moana Center. Entropy was "over the top." Beckoned with numerous encounters of entropic human stupidity. Piddled around until 3:30pm. Drove the truck back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). After a three-hour intermission, I made the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Entropy was fairly high but tolerable. Absolutely no other thoughts for the day. ETA dump: 8:45pm.
Friday, May 25, 2012
High Entropy
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report, although I have become extremely attuned to the high entropy all around me. My bro's family is experiencing high entropy, mostly because of my nephew. Moms is experiencing high entropy due to old age. The gym was in a state of high entropy, and so was Koko Marina. Safeway® in Kuapa Kai was no better. Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is, of course, synonymous with high entropy. Same for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Oddly, the bookstore was quiet and orderly, coincident with lower entropy. I sat on my favorite chair and attempted to "unwind."
Well, I have surely been piddling away what's left of my "good years," that is, if I haven't already used them up. The fact that I am automatically granted the senior citizen discount (age 62 years and up only) for coffee at Mickey Dee's® should be a sign. Obviously, I must look like I am in my sixties already. If that's the case, then the "good years" are long gone. Not that it matters. I am already barreling down a one-way street, so to speak. I implemented the exodus, and now I am way past the point of no return. To a casual onlooker, I am an impoverished, unemployed, single, friendless, possibly mentally ill, and possibly homeless, old guy. Of course, the latter description is becoming increasingly accurate with each passing day. High entropy? You be the judge.
Well, I have surely been piddling away what's left of my "good years," that is, if I haven't already used them up. The fact that I am automatically granted the senior citizen discount (age 62 years and up only) for coffee at Mickey Dee's® should be a sign. Obviously, I must look like I am in my sixties already. If that's the case, then the "good years" are long gone. Not that it matters. I am already barreling down a one-way street, so to speak. I implemented the exodus, and now I am way past the point of no return. To a casual onlooker, I am an impoverished, unemployed, single, friendless, possibly mentally ill, and possibly homeless, old guy. Of course, the latter description is becoming increasingly accurate with each passing day. High entropy? You be the judge.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Entropic Human Stupidity (Yet Again)
Do I have to state the obvious? Same ol' shit, both day and evening. I am tired of discussing the shenanigans at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Just know that nothing has changed ... well, entropy is increasing at the dump.
Heck, entropy is increasing everywhere. Take a good look at the Eurozone, the cradle of "Western" civilization. It is just about ready to implode. There is already a run on the banks in the most troubled of the member nations. The whole problem, as I posited the other day, is human overpopulation.
By the way, I am not just spewing "conspiracy theory" nonsense. Ever since humans were allegedly given dominion over the planet by God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) and mandated to "become fruitful and multiply," there has been no deterrent to population growth. The human-concocted concepts of romantic love and marriage put further pressure on reproduction. When foolish humans believe in immortality and resurrection of souls, there's no justifiable reason for birth control. That's also the reason why the planet will soon be overrun by graveyards and mausoleums. Bodies must be preserved (i.e., mummified) and headstones with names placed in close proximity so that the aforementioned deity can retrieve them for resurrection. Lots of failed paradigms, for sure.
Human overpopulation has also caused an exponential increase in complexity through technology. We have tweaked the myriad equilibrium points in the natural systems well beyond prudence. Everything is being propped up artificially. Yet, one minor failure in the infrastructure will cause a drastic re-adjustment of the equilibrium points back to their natural state, most likely after an initial undershoot and hysteresis-like aftershocks.
Thus, overpopulation and increasing complexity are working synergistically to increase entropy. The only "quick fix" is a humane depopulation strategy, although the latter is not exactly quick. Mass genocide is obviously a lot quicker. The point being, we cannot decrease complexity without reducing the number of people on the planet. Paradoxically, many people are quite content with the current situation.
Long story short, science (not pseudoscience) has already accumulated enough data to put an end to the myriad failed paradigms. We should already be experiencing a new "enlightenment." Why isn't that happening? Entropic human stupidity?
No decaffeinated beverage this evening. I was too fatigued to stop off in Aina Haina because of sleep deprivation. I am still suffering from numbness in my right thigh. And, my right shoulder has yet to heal. Heck, my body is experiencing increased entropy. Sheesh!
Heck, entropy is increasing everywhere. Take a good look at the Eurozone, the cradle of "Western" civilization. It is just about ready to implode. There is already a run on the banks in the most troubled of the member nations. The whole problem, as I posited the other day, is human overpopulation.
By the way, I am not just spewing "conspiracy theory" nonsense. Ever since humans were allegedly given dominion over the planet by God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) and mandated to "become fruitful and multiply," there has been no deterrent to population growth. The human-concocted concepts of romantic love and marriage put further pressure on reproduction. When foolish humans believe in immortality and resurrection of souls, there's no justifiable reason for birth control. That's also the reason why the planet will soon be overrun by graveyards and mausoleums. Bodies must be preserved (i.e., mummified) and headstones with names placed in close proximity so that the aforementioned deity can retrieve them for resurrection. Lots of failed paradigms, for sure.
Human overpopulation has also caused an exponential increase in complexity through technology. We have tweaked the myriad equilibrium points in the natural systems well beyond prudence. Everything is being propped up artificially. Yet, one minor failure in the infrastructure will cause a drastic re-adjustment of the equilibrium points back to their natural state, most likely after an initial undershoot and hysteresis-like aftershocks.
Thus, overpopulation and increasing complexity are working synergistically to increase entropy. The only "quick fix" is a humane depopulation strategy, although the latter is not exactly quick. Mass genocide is obviously a lot quicker. The point being, we cannot decrease complexity without reducing the number of people on the planet. Paradoxically, many people are quite content with the current situation.
Long story short, science (not pseudoscience) has already accumulated enough data to put an end to the myriad failed paradigms. We should already be experiencing a new "enlightenment." Why isn't that happening? Entropic human stupidity?
No decaffeinated beverage this evening. I was too fatigued to stop off in Aina Haina because of sleep deprivation. I am still suffering from numbness in my right thigh. And, my right shoulder has yet to heal. Heck, my body is experiencing increased entropy. Sheesh!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Molech Mischief
At Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this morning, the landlord was upstairs making coffee at 5:30am. Then, the "chef" commenced an extremely noisy slammin' soirée at 6am. The racket continued unabated for damned near an hour, all that just to heat up his shitty frozen Belgian waffles and chop up some fruit. What a maroon!
Same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. During the afternoon intermission (prior to my evening outing) at Slob Manor, I noticed that the fridge was making an unusual high-pitched noise. The fridge was also slightly askew from its usual position, so someone was checking it out. Alan was probably right all along about a possible malfunction. I also discovered that the wireless Net router has been reconfigured and administrative functions locked. And, I may have had another room intrusion. Yeah, lots of strange things going on at the dump lately. I can only suspect that the landlord and the "chef" have been up to no good, that is, unless Molech has been up to some deity-like mischief.
Once again, I alighted the bus in Aina Haina at 8:30pm to procure a decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's®. The place was lively tonight. Lots of patrons. I sat at the bar area. There are AC outlets right under the table, so I could recharge my tablet computer while I used it. Fortunately, I had brought the small power supply with me. Heck, rather than waste money on coffee, perhaps I should just eat a late night dinner there. Of course, with my limited budget, I would have to choose the most unhealthy items on the menu. ETA dump: 10pm with a fully charged tablet computer.
Well, I am continuing to divest more of my useless possessions. I am down to the small stuff. I donate some of it to charity. I drop off the more useful items at my bro's place in a clandestine fashion. And, I continue to maintain the moratorium on any new acquisitions. If I decide to become homeless on a whim, I will be able to expedite the entire process.
On a sad note, I confirmed that the file allocation table (FAT) on my portable hard drive is definitely corrupted. There are precious hurdy-gurdy video clips that have essentially been destroyed. I will most likely invoke a massive file purge, not that the latter process will do anything useful. Once the files are gone, they're gone for good. Entropy? Molech mischief?
Same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. During the afternoon intermission (prior to my evening outing) at Slob Manor, I noticed that the fridge was making an unusual high-pitched noise. The fridge was also slightly askew from its usual position, so someone was checking it out. Alan was probably right all along about a possible malfunction. I also discovered that the wireless Net router has been reconfigured and administrative functions locked. And, I may have had another room intrusion. Yeah, lots of strange things going on at the dump lately. I can only suspect that the landlord and the "chef" have been up to no good, that is, unless Molech has been up to some deity-like mischief.
Once again, I alighted the bus in Aina Haina at 8:30pm to procure a decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's®. The place was lively tonight. Lots of patrons. I sat at the bar area. There are AC outlets right under the table, so I could recharge my tablet computer while I used it. Fortunately, I had brought the small power supply with me. Heck, rather than waste money on coffee, perhaps I should just eat a late night dinner there. Of course, with my limited budget, I would have to choose the most unhealthy items on the menu. ETA dump: 10pm with a fully charged tablet computer.
Well, I am continuing to divest more of my useless possessions. I am down to the small stuff. I donate some of it to charity. I drop off the more useful items at my bro's place in a clandestine fashion. And, I continue to maintain the moratorium on any new acquisitions. If I decide to become homeless on a whim, I will be able to expedite the entire process.
On a sad note, I confirmed that the file allocation table (FAT) on my portable hard drive is definitely corrupted. There are precious hurdy-gurdy video clips that have essentially been destroyed. I will most likely invoke a massive file purge, not that the latter process will do anything useful. Once the files are gone, they're gone for good. Entropy? Molech mischief?
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Entropic Human Stupidity (Again)
Last night, I decided to walk back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I arrived at the dump at 9:37pm. The idiotic "chef" was still actively engaged in a wild slammin' soirée, if you can believe it. The "chef" is an arrogant fucktard, wrapped up in his own tiny world of self-importance. The mofo is typical of the kind of mental midgets whom I must deal with in my daily adventures.
The landlord has apparently returned to the attached apartment at the back of the dump. However, she prematurely moved the coffee maker to the second floor. So, every morning between 5am and 6am, the landlord must walk from the rear of the dump to the second floor and make coffee right above my squalid sarcophagus. Why not just move the small appliance to its original location? Entropic human stupidity?
The "chef" engaged in a 40-minute slammin' soirée at 7am. The landlord came downstairs at the finale to chat with her favorite tenant. I could hear the entire conversation about the fridge while in my sarcophagus.
A little background is in order. Yesterday, Alan told me that the fridge was not cooling properly. In his hand was a laser temperature probe, probably a newly acquired gadget. He demonstrated the device and showed me that the temperature in the fridge was too high to prevent bacteria growth. He planned to perform the same demonstration for the landlord. I attempted to discourage him from doing so, but I obviously failed. Anyway, the landlord and the "chef" were essentially making fun of Alan.
Of course, had the "chef" complained about the fridge, the landlord would immediately have him move his perishables to the fridge on the second floor. You may recall that such an incident did occur a few weeks ago. At the time, the "chef" was convinced that the fridge was malfunctioning. Entropic human stupidity? You think?
As I mentioned yesterday, I believe that we humans have enough knowledge to draw striking conclusions about our legacy and our future. Humans have been endowed, whether by evolution or not, with the capability for intelligence. We humans have made significant scientific discoveries which should have moved us collectively to expediently abandon the myriad failed paradigms of the past. Instead, we continue to cling to them like fools.
Human overpopulation is a product of several failed paradigms, and it seems to be the root of the increasing entropy on the planet. We are bringing about the extinction, deliberately and unwittingly, of too many species. All that will remain will either be pests or varmints. Wars and other conflagrations are inevitable with increased population density. Incivility in local societies is totally unavoidable. As the population increases exponentially, entropy does so as well. With that said, I believe that the secular Apocalypse is not too far off. Nothing can stop it now.
Same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. I stopped off in Aina Haina again at 8:30pm to procure a decaffeinated beverage and avoid returning to Slob Manor too early. Entropy is increasing rapidly in the dump. So, long story short, I am now seriously considering the homeless option. I really can't see the benefit of surviving under duress in dismal, albeit expensive, rental housing. Unfortunately, in my impoverished state, I am not privy to reside in the small pockets of low entropy. ETA dump: 10pm.
The landlord has apparently returned to the attached apartment at the back of the dump. However, she prematurely moved the coffee maker to the second floor. So, every morning between 5am and 6am, the landlord must walk from the rear of the dump to the second floor and make coffee right above my squalid sarcophagus. Why not just move the small appliance to its original location? Entropic human stupidity?
The "chef" engaged in a 40-minute slammin' soirée at 7am. The landlord came downstairs at the finale to chat with her favorite tenant. I could hear the entire conversation about the fridge while in my sarcophagus.
A little background is in order. Yesterday, Alan told me that the fridge was not cooling properly. In his hand was a laser temperature probe, probably a newly acquired gadget. He demonstrated the device and showed me that the temperature in the fridge was too high to prevent bacteria growth. He planned to perform the same demonstration for the landlord. I attempted to discourage him from doing so, but I obviously failed. Anyway, the landlord and the "chef" were essentially making fun of Alan.
Of course, had the "chef" complained about the fridge, the landlord would immediately have him move his perishables to the fridge on the second floor. You may recall that such an incident did occur a few weeks ago. At the time, the "chef" was convinced that the fridge was malfunctioning. Entropic human stupidity? You think?
As I mentioned yesterday, I believe that we humans have enough knowledge to draw striking conclusions about our legacy and our future. Humans have been endowed, whether by evolution or not, with the capability for intelligence. We humans have made significant scientific discoveries which should have moved us collectively to expediently abandon the myriad failed paradigms of the past. Instead, we continue to cling to them like fools.
Human overpopulation is a product of several failed paradigms, and it seems to be the root of the increasing entropy on the planet. We are bringing about the extinction, deliberately and unwittingly, of too many species. All that will remain will either be pests or varmints. Wars and other conflagrations are inevitable with increased population density. Incivility in local societies is totally unavoidable. As the population increases exponentially, entropy does so as well. With that said, I believe that the secular Apocalypse is not too far off. Nothing can stop it now.
Same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. I stopped off in Aina Haina again at 8:30pm to procure a decaffeinated beverage and avoid returning to Slob Manor too early. Entropy is increasing rapidly in the dump. So, long story short, I am now seriously considering the homeless option. I really can't see the benefit of surviving under duress in dismal, albeit expensive, rental housing. Unfortunately, in my impoverished state, I am not privy to reside in the small pockets of low entropy. ETA dump: 10pm.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Quantum Molech
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report, aside from the heatwave that we have been experiencing for the past few days. Hot days, warm nights. The evening? Same ol' shit.
I'm going to get a little ahead of myself here. My foray into physics and cosmology again is not in vain. Neither am I going insane. Truth be told, both are probably the only sources of truth and reality. I am not particularly concerned with String Theory or M-theory. I believe that we already have enough knowledge to come to some striking conclusions.
I will be honest, though. I was a little too smug about my knowledge of physics. As an engineer, I had to complete myriad mathematics and physics courses. We spent a lot of time on mathematical proofs in addition to the theoretical constructs. However, I may have glossed over the "big picture." Take Quantum Mechanics (QM), for example. QM is about extremely small subatomic and atomic particles (if we can even define them as such). It is a very strange science. QM seems innocuous enough when applied to general matter such as rocks and basic elements. However, all lifeforms (including humans) are made up of cells, which are made up of different molecules, which are composed of atoms, which are constructed of subatomic particles. QM is very much a part of us. How spooky is that?
As I stated, I am getting a little ahead of myself. I will return to the topic later. For now, I am more concerned about Molech, the deity. Really? No, not really. I departed the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 8:30pm. I alighted in Aina Haina to procure a decaffeinated beverage, although the real reason was that I did not want to arrive at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) any earlier than necessary. Will I walk back or wait for the next bus? Who knows? Who cares? ETA: unknown.
Dayna Vendetta
I have been pruning my massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL), although there's no way that I can delete a few of my favorite hurdy-gurdy hotties. Take Dayna Vendetta, for example. No hurdy-gurdy video library would be complete without her numerous scenes. Baby brings a whole new meaning to the term, "Quantum Mechanics." Yowza!
I'm going to get a little ahead of myself here. My foray into physics and cosmology again is not in vain. Neither am I going insane. Truth be told, both are probably the only sources of truth and reality. I am not particularly concerned with String Theory or M-theory. I believe that we already have enough knowledge to come to some striking conclusions.
I will be honest, though. I was a little too smug about my knowledge of physics. As an engineer, I had to complete myriad mathematics and physics courses. We spent a lot of time on mathematical proofs in addition to the theoretical constructs. However, I may have glossed over the "big picture." Take Quantum Mechanics (QM), for example. QM is about extremely small subatomic and atomic particles (if we can even define them as such). It is a very strange science. QM seems innocuous enough when applied to general matter such as rocks and basic elements. However, all lifeforms (including humans) are made up of cells, which are made up of different molecules, which are composed of atoms, which are constructed of subatomic particles. QM is very much a part of us. How spooky is that?
As I stated, I am getting a little ahead of myself. I will return to the topic later. For now, I am more concerned about Molech, the deity. Really? No, not really. I departed the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 8:30pm. I alighted in Aina Haina to procure a decaffeinated beverage, although the real reason was that I did not want to arrive at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) any earlier than necessary. Will I walk back or wait for the next bus? Who knows? Who cares? ETA: unknown.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Entropic Human Stupidity
Same ol' Sunday shit, although I was privy to an extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym this morning. No, baby has not come around yet. However, spiked testosterone levels caused me to imagine (read: hallucinate) the act of "getting naked" with baby. Ho boy!
Of course, what exactly does "naked" mean? We humans are born without clothes. Our skin and minor patches of hair were supposed to be our real clothes. After all, our predecessors had to make do with nothing until they found a way to produce clothing. Obviously, there are practical reasons for wearing clothes. Yet, what if any of decided not to wear a speck of clothing on an extremely hot day? Although the human natural state is nakedness, the eons of "self-domestication" has resulted in viewing nakedness as indecency or perversion. The by-product is incarceration and guilt.
Let's imagine a hundred thousand years BC (before clothes) when our distant ancestors were running around in their natural state. What happened when an early-human guy saw an early-human hottie and his Vienna Sausage became engorged? Did baby scream for all nearby early-human guys to pummel the perpetrator? Don't laugh. In my opinion, these are very important questions.
I rode a very crowded bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon. Fortunately, I was able to sit down on one of the seats near the middle of the bus. The seat fits two people, and I sat on the one closest to the aisle. The older babe (term used loosely) sitting next to me alighted in Aina Haina. Rather than say the proper "self-domesticated" phrase, "Excuse me," she simply stood up part-way. That was my signal, I suppose, to let her pass. Why not just move those fat little lips and silently form the words? Yet, as soon as the bitch was clear, she saw a friend in the back. Suddenly, there was a burst of loud conversation. The mute could actually speak! Obviously, "self-domestication" is yet another failed paradigm.
Same ol' evening shit. I was so fatigued, though, because of noise at all hours of the night and early morning. The perpetrators? Every single one of the mofos at Slob Manor. As I stated previously, "self-domestication" is a failure. I had enough energy for my usual evening outing. Anything to avoid the damned unpredictable slammin' soirée. ETA dump: 9pm.
On an idiotic note, humans are supposedly creatures of habit, that is, unless we're discussing the fools of Slob Manor. Neither Alan, the "chef," the landlord, or the landlord's husband follow a set routine (except for wage slavery). They have no standard eating, sleeping, or showering schedule. The execution times are so random that I am completely baffled. Entropic human stupidity, you think?
Of course, what exactly does "naked" mean? We humans are born without clothes. Our skin and minor patches of hair were supposed to be our real clothes. After all, our predecessors had to make do with nothing until they found a way to produce clothing. Obviously, there are practical reasons for wearing clothes. Yet, what if any of decided not to wear a speck of clothing on an extremely hot day? Although the human natural state is nakedness, the eons of "self-domestication" has resulted in viewing nakedness as indecency or perversion. The by-product is incarceration and guilt.
Let's imagine a hundred thousand years BC (before clothes) when our distant ancestors were running around in their natural state. What happened when an early-human guy saw an early-human hottie and his Vienna Sausage became engorged? Did baby scream for all nearby early-human guys to pummel the perpetrator? Don't laugh. In my opinion, these are very important questions.
I rode a very crowded bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon. Fortunately, I was able to sit down on one of the seats near the middle of the bus. The seat fits two people, and I sat on the one closest to the aisle. The older babe (term used loosely) sitting next to me alighted in Aina Haina. Rather than say the proper "self-domesticated" phrase, "Excuse me," she simply stood up part-way. That was my signal, I suppose, to let her pass. Why not just move those fat little lips and silently form the words? Yet, as soon as the bitch was clear, she saw a friend in the back. Suddenly, there was a burst of loud conversation. The mute could actually speak! Obviously, "self-domestication" is yet another failed paradigm.
Same ol' evening shit. I was so fatigued, though, because of noise at all hours of the night and early morning. The perpetrators? Every single one of the mofos at Slob Manor. As I stated previously, "self-domestication" is a failure. I had enough energy for my usual evening outing. Anything to avoid the damned unpredictable slammin' soirée. ETA dump: 9pm.
On an idiotic note, humans are supposedly creatures of habit, that is, unless we're discussing the fools of Slob Manor. Neither Alan, the "chef," the landlord, or the landlord's husband follow a set routine (except for wage slavery). They have no standard eating, sleeping, or showering schedule. The execution times are so random that I am completely baffled. Entropic human stupidity, you think?
Saturday, May 19, 2012
ETA: Never
At the library, I have gone back to reading about the universe, cosmology, and physics. What else could I do? Every other topic (e.g., religion, politics, economics, conspiracy theories, failed paradigms, stupid human tricks) is incredibly boring. Humans are a failed species. Rather than exploit the intelligence bestowed upon them, humans continue to cling to myths, legends, customs, traditions, and beliefs ... all archaic and ineffectual.
I am certain that readers (current and former) of the " blog" have experienced a kind of incongruence with my viewpoints. Some have even urged me to follow a "mainstream" remediation so that I can return to a more "respectable" pathway. That's probably never going to happen, though. A few people may actually believe that I have lost touch with reality. On the contrary, I am getting much closer to the true reality.
I also ran into my "homeless" buddy. He updated me on the status of a few of the homeless whom I know of. I was surprised to learn that quite a few of the homeless are forced to live "on the street." Yet, many of them are clean and groomed, so much so that a casual onlooker would even suspect. Unfortunately, the failed "civilization" paradigm, the "ownership society," and the fixation on dominion have caused the stigmatization of the homeless as pariahs as opposed to truly emancipated individuals.
Same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. I alighted in Aina Haina after my usual evening outing. I made a quick tour of Foodland Farms, but I was sickened by the sight of a couple of families noisily rummaging through the markdown bins like a horde of roaches. The walk back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was enjoyable, though.
I am certain that readers (current and former) of the " blog" have experienced a kind of incongruence with my viewpoints. Some have even urged me to follow a "mainstream" remediation so that I can return to a more "respectable" pathway. That's probably never going to happen, though. A few people may actually believe that I have lost touch with reality. On the contrary, I am getting much closer to the true reality.
I also ran into my "homeless" buddy. He updated me on the status of a few of the homeless whom I know of. I was surprised to learn that quite a few of the homeless are forced to live "on the street." Yet, many of them are clean and groomed, so much so that a casual onlooker would even suspect. Unfortunately, the failed "civilization" paradigm, the "ownership society," and the fixation on dominion have caused the stigmatization of the homeless as pariahs as opposed to truly emancipated individuals.
Same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. I alighted in Aina Haina after my usual evening outing. I made a quick tour of Foodland Farms, but I was sickened by the sight of a couple of families noisily rummaging through the markdown bins like a horde of roaches. The walk back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was enjoyable, though.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Mondo Fool VIII
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My nephew is supposed to be graduating from high school, with the ceremony being held this evening. Unfortunately, he will not be making the symbolic "walk" to receive his diploma due to a vague complication. He and a few other students are apparently in some kind of graduation limbo. Otherwise, I chatted with my bro again after moms decided to take an afternoon nap.
I neglected to mention that the interior of my truck has been infested with sugar ants for about a week. I finally discovered the reason for the infestation: a decaying roach wedged under the rear floor mat. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit. And, same ol' evening shit. Nada to report.
After my usual evening outing, I alighted the bus at the east end of Aina Haina and walked back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Upon walking past Kawaikui Beach Park, I took a long glance at the pavilion. Not a single homeless person there. The place just looked eerie. All was quiet when I arrived at Slob Manor at 9pm. Yet, who knows how long that will last?
I neglected to mention that the interior of my truck has been infested with sugar ants for about a week. I finally discovered the reason for the infestation: a decaying roach wedged under the rear floor mat. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit. And, same ol' evening shit. Nada to report.
After my usual evening outing, I alighted the bus at the east end of Aina Haina and walked back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Upon walking past Kawaikui Beach Park, I took a long glance at the pavilion. Not a single homeless person there. The place just looked eerie. All was quiet when I arrived at Slob Manor at 9pm. Yet, who knows how long that will last?
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Sloth (Reprise)
Well, what shall we discuss today in the "blog"? How about the same ol' shit? Yeah, same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. In other words, nada to report. Actually, I have had quite a few thoughts that I wanted to post to the "blog," but I just didn't want to put in any effort.
This morning at the library, I observed a group of senior citizens, accompanied by their care home handlers, being led on a tour of the facility. Nearly all of them required the use of walkers or canes. Not a pretty sight. I watched them intensely as if I was peering into the future. Well, that is the future, isn't it?
Here's an obtuse topic. I have come to suspect that most people whom I come into contact with are severely judgmental about my status as an emancipated wage slavery. In fact, I believe that they have zero respect for my person. Why? The so-called "Protestant work ethic," of course, the basis for the entirety of "Western" wage slavery. Since I am no longer "credentialed" for indentured servitude, I am apparently worthless. Perhaps I am even guilty of "sloth." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
This morning at the library, I observed a group of senior citizens, accompanied by their care home handlers, being led on a tour of the facility. Nearly all of them required the use of walkers or canes. Not a pretty sight. I watched them intensely as if I was peering into the future. Well, that is the future, isn't it?
Here's an obtuse topic. I have come to suspect that most people whom I come into contact with are severely judgmental about my status as an emancipated wage slavery. In fact, I believe that they have zero respect for my person. Why? The so-called "Protestant work ethic," of course, the basis for the entirety of "Western" wage slavery. Since I am no longer "credentialed" for indentured servitude, I am apparently worthless. Perhaps I am even guilty of "sloth." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Quintessential Homeless Guy
I ran into my "homeless" buddy outside the library. He gave me a plastic bag full of small packages of Trail Mix. I thanked him for the gift. The freshness expiry date was over five months ago, though, typical of the food that's been donated for the homeless and destitute. I sampled the contents of one of the packages later. Stale, but edible. The only possible troublesome ingredient was the raisins, but they looked fine to me. No mold or mildew. As I become more destitute, I will likely find my entire diet to be comprised of expired food items.
The "homeless" buddy also provided me with a few details about the State-run "Next Step" homeless shelter in a converted Kaka'ako warehouse. The "rent" is $60 per month with meals included. Guests are provided a small cubicle for overnight accommodations. Heck, I am paying over ten times that amount for a noisy, bug-infested dump (meals not included). Is it time for me to go homeless?
Let's face it. I have less and less in common with wage slaves and rank-and-file peons as the days pass. I don't want to hear woeful tales of indentured servitude and associated nonsense. I am weary of conspiracy theories about empire, whether true or not. I am sick and tired of the moneychangers and powers-that-be. And, my tolerance for rampant consumerism is non-existent. I am the quintessential homeless guy.
I read the book, "The Weight of the Nation: To Win, We Have to Lose," by John Hoffman and Judith Salerno. Interesting, although I discovered most of the information on my own several years ago. Of course, the book refreshed my memory about why I have been putting on a little weight in the abdominal region lately. Unfortunately, the authors chose to avoid the topic of the various poisonous ingredients in most of our food.
I found myself at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I secured my favorite chair easily. Very few people loitering in the store lately. The free wireless Net access is functioning perfectly. No plans for a decaffeinated beverage stopover in Aina Haina, although I may walk back to the dump from there. ETA dump: 9:15pm.
The "homeless" buddy also provided me with a few details about the State-run "Next Step" homeless shelter in a converted Kaka'ako warehouse. The "rent" is $60 per month with meals included. Guests are provided a small cubicle for overnight accommodations. Heck, I am paying over ten times that amount for a noisy, bug-infested dump (meals not included). Is it time for me to go homeless?
Let's face it. I have less and less in common with wage slaves and rank-and-file peons as the days pass. I don't want to hear woeful tales of indentured servitude and associated nonsense. I am weary of conspiracy theories about empire, whether true or not. I am sick and tired of the moneychangers and powers-that-be. And, my tolerance for rampant consumerism is non-existent. I am the quintessential homeless guy.
I read the book, "The Weight of the Nation: To Win, We Have to Lose," by John Hoffman and Judith Salerno. Interesting, although I discovered most of the information on my own several years ago. Of course, the book refreshed my memory about why I have been putting on a little weight in the abdominal region lately. Unfortunately, the authors chose to avoid the topic of the various poisonous ingredients in most of our food.
I found myself at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I secured my favorite chair easily. Very few people loitering in the store lately. The free wireless Net access is functioning perfectly. No plans for a decaffeinated beverage stopover in Aina Haina, although I may walk back to the dump from there. ETA dump: 9:15pm.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Fodder
Same ol' shit. I haven't been doing much reading, mostly perusal, of books lately at the library. Knowledge is certainly an asset, but knowledge is only as good as one's memory. So, once senility and dementia sets in, knowledge becomes fleeting. I have seen too many senior citizens frantically doing crossword puzzles and other "brain exercises." For what? Why waste time engaging in boring nonsense? Of course, knowledge is useless if it diverges from the truth. There is way too much embellishment being passed on as fact these days. I have wasted a lot of time on books that started off fine but quickly veered off into the realm of pseudo-knowledge.
I ended up at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening even though I was fatigued. Yeah, lack of sleep because of the armadillo-like bugs that infest my squalid sarcophagus in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Twice I was rudely awakened because I could feel the hideous bugs crawling on me. So, I have been hunting down the bugs during every spare waking moment. On average, I round up about fifteen of the filthy insects daily.
As fatigued as I was, I stopped off in Aina Haina to procure a decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's® complete with senior citizen discount. The discount supposedly applies only to fossils who are 62 years of age and older. What does that tell you? Lots of patrons, but only two of us exploited the free wireless Net access. Little cooler tonight, but I may walk back to the dump anyway. ETA dump: 9:30pm.
Incidentally, I really don't know what to do with the "blog" anymore. I keep returning to the same redundant format. My itinerary rarely changes. Why keep discussing it? When I first reduced the fodder to the phrase, "Same ol' shit," I should have kept it at that. Am I senile already? Then again, what else do I have to discuss?
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I ended up at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening even though I was fatigued. Yeah, lack of sleep because of the armadillo-like bugs that infest my squalid sarcophagus in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Twice I was rudely awakened because I could feel the hideous bugs crawling on me. So, I have been hunting down the bugs during every spare waking moment. On average, I round up about fifteen of the filthy insects daily.
As fatigued as I was, I stopped off in Aina Haina to procure a decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's® complete with senior citizen discount. The discount supposedly applies only to fossils who are 62 years of age and older. What does that tell you? Lots of patrons, but only two of us exploited the free wireless Net access. Little cooler tonight, but I may walk back to the dump anyway. ETA dump: 9:30pm.
Incidentally, I really don't know what to do with the "blog" anymore. I keep returning to the same redundant format. My itinerary rarely changes. Why keep discussing it? When I first reduced the fodder to the phrase, "Same ol' shit," I should have kept it at that. Am I senile already? Then again, what else do I have to discuss?
Monday, May 14, 2012
Post No. 2,206
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report, although I have been spending a little time chatting with my bro during my visits. My bro really enjoys doing home improvement projects. He is also very dedicated to his profession (i.e., carpentry). That certainly is much more than I can say for myself.
After completing my usual itinerary, I returned to the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for a brief intermission. I was on my way to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 7pm. To my surprise, the free wireless Net access was operational again in the bookstore. Word must have not gotten around yet because there weren't that many people loitering in the store. I was able to secure my favorite chair as well.
On a boring note, there seems to be confirmation that the landlord of Slob Manor has moved upstairs. The landlord's husband is most likely staying in the attached apartment at the back of the main house because it is much cooler than up on the second floor. The other residents do not appear to be too pleased about the situation. Oh well.
When I exited the bookstore, I noticed how warm it was outside. So, I rode the bus to Aina Haina and walked back to Slob Manor from there. When I arrived at the dump at 9:15pm, all was quiet. The landlord was upstairs watching the tube. Perhaps there is a benefit to the landlord's close proximity: a curtailment of the slammin' soirées. We can only hope, eh?
After completing my usual itinerary, I returned to the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for a brief intermission. I was on my way to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 7pm. To my surprise, the free wireless Net access was operational again in the bookstore. Word must have not gotten around yet because there weren't that many people loitering in the store. I was able to secure my favorite chair as well.
On a boring note, there seems to be confirmation that the landlord of Slob Manor has moved upstairs. The landlord's husband is most likely staying in the attached apartment at the back of the main house because it is much cooler than up on the second floor. The other residents do not appear to be too pleased about the situation. Oh well.
When I exited the bookstore, I noticed how warm it was outside. So, I rode the bus to Aina Haina and walked back to Slob Manor from there. When I arrived at the dump at 9:15pm, all was quiet. The landlord was upstairs watching the tube. Perhaps there is a benefit to the landlord's close proximity: a curtailment of the slammin' soirées. We can only hope, eh?
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Paydirt
Same ol' Sunday shit. We already know the drill, don't we? Of course, if anyone forgot, I am still a "gym rat" seven days per week. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2:15pm. I completed a variety of chores and ate dinner before departing for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 7pm.
A sign was finally posted at the entrance of the bookstore about the problem with the wireless Net access. No repair date was given. Nonetheless, I loitered there for about 40 minutes before riding the bus to Aina Haina. At Mickey Dee's®, I was given an automatic senior citizen discount for a large cup of decaffeinated coffee and at the same price as the discounted smallest size. I really hit "paydirt" tonight. I am actually impressed by the Mickey Dee's® store in Aina Haina. There are nice padded chairs, music, and two widescreen LCD tubes. Much cozier than the bookstore. ETA dump: 10pm.
As you may have noticed, I have been rapidly moving away from "worldly" topics in the "blog." I no longer have time to ponder the latter. Best left to the young ones anyway. I am now focusing on my final years, particularly the five or so "good" years that remain. I have nothing that I wish to accomplish. Look at the last five years. I have done nothing. No regrets, though.
I have been thinking about Hunter Thompson lately. In his final years, he became quite ill with chronic maladies that required aggressive treatment and equally aggressive medication. At 67 years of age, he took matters into his own hands ... with a gun. I can't imagine doing the same, but I also can't imagine that I could handle the same kinds of long-term illnesses either. And, even if I was fortunate enough to remain relatively healthy, I am not certain if I could handle the increasing decrepitude. I am sure that I will have more to add to the topic later.
Incidentally, I heard from Caroll after a two-year hiatus. She is managing to get by. Her brother apparently suffered from two strokes. I have no other details. I believe that he was younger than both Caroll and I, though.
A sign was finally posted at the entrance of the bookstore about the problem with the wireless Net access. No repair date was given. Nonetheless, I loitered there for about 40 minutes before riding the bus to Aina Haina. At Mickey Dee's®, I was given an automatic senior citizen discount for a large cup of decaffeinated coffee and at the same price as the discounted smallest size. I really hit "paydirt" tonight. I am actually impressed by the Mickey Dee's® store in Aina Haina. There are nice padded chairs, music, and two widescreen LCD tubes. Much cozier than the bookstore. ETA dump: 10pm.
As you may have noticed, I have been rapidly moving away from "worldly" topics in the "blog." I no longer have time to ponder the latter. Best left to the young ones anyway. I am now focusing on my final years, particularly the five or so "good" years that remain. I have nothing that I wish to accomplish. Look at the last five years. I have done nothing. No regrets, though.
I have been thinking about Hunter Thompson lately. In his final years, he became quite ill with chronic maladies that required aggressive treatment and equally aggressive medication. At 67 years of age, he took matters into his own hands ... with a gun. I can't imagine doing the same, but I also can't imagine that I could handle the same kinds of long-term illnesses either. And, even if I was fortunate enough to remain relatively healthy, I am not certain if I could handle the increasing decrepitude. I am sure that I will have more to add to the topic later.
Incidentally, I heard from Caroll after a two-year hiatus. She is managing to get by. Her brother apparently suffered from two strokes. I have no other details. I believe that he was younger than both Caroll and I, though.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Sarcophagus (Reprise)
Same ol' shit. I was extremely groggy all day. Yeah, more Slob Manor (read: rental housing) shenanigans. Alan had the night off and decided to make snack in the kitchen a couple of times during the wee hours of the morning. I am certain that the noise disturbed the "chef," but there was no confrontation. Otherwise, same itinerary. Nada to report.
I will briefly mention that the promenade and plaza adjacent to the Chinatown Gateway Apartments has become a miniature police state. The bus stop that I frequent is right at that corner as well. Many people, including myself, stand around by the decrepit planter while waiting for the bus. As of today, a security guard is now stationed there to move people off of the "private property." A derelict, who apparently did not cooperate, was being forcibly subdued by the police (whom the security guard proudly claimed to have summoned). Although the security guard did not ask me to vacate the area, she stood there and repeatedly told me that I could stand there if the stay was brief. I finally stepped onto the sidewalk. The security guard disappeared. Why didn't she just order me off the property?
I made a brief visit to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. No free wireless Net connectivity at the bookstore yet. The café, usually completely full on Saturday night, was almost completely empty. So, I sat outside the Apple® Store again. When I returned to Slob Manor, both Alan and the "chef" were sitting at the dining room table. The "chef" was still eating. Alan was working on some kind of project. I observed that all the lights were on upstairs, although I had no idea if the landlord was up there.
After I put my commuting gear away in my sarcophagus (read: squalid room), I chatted briefly with the other residents. They told me that the landlord was upstairs, but her husband was in the apartment in the back. The landlord may have had a tiff with her husband, I was told. Or, they could finally be making the move upstairs. Well, at least the guys will be on good behavior for the night.
Christy Mack
How about another image of hurdy-gurdy hottie, Christy Mack? Baby is definitely one of my new favorites. Don't forget to check out her latest scene for Brazzers®. And, peruse her portfolio at the FreeOnes® site, too.
I will briefly mention that the promenade and plaza adjacent to the Chinatown Gateway Apartments has become a miniature police state. The bus stop that I frequent is right at that corner as well. Many people, including myself, stand around by the decrepit planter while waiting for the bus. As of today, a security guard is now stationed there to move people off of the "private property." A derelict, who apparently did not cooperate, was being forcibly subdued by the police (whom the security guard proudly claimed to have summoned). Although the security guard did not ask me to vacate the area, she stood there and repeatedly told me that I could stand there if the stay was brief. I finally stepped onto the sidewalk. The security guard disappeared. Why didn't she just order me off the property?
I made a brief visit to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. No free wireless Net connectivity at the bookstore yet. The café, usually completely full on Saturday night, was almost completely empty. So, I sat outside the Apple® Store again. When I returned to Slob Manor, both Alan and the "chef" were sitting at the dining room table. The "chef" was still eating. Alan was working on some kind of project. I observed that all the lights were on upstairs, although I had no idea if the landlord was up there.
After I put my commuting gear away in my sarcophagus (read: squalid room), I chatted briefly with the other residents. They told me that the landlord was upstairs, but her husband was in the apartment in the back. The landlord may have had a tiff with her husband, I was told. Or, they could finally be making the move upstairs. Well, at least the guys will be on good behavior for the night.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Sarcophagus
Well, I should have known better when I observed that there were very few patrons in the bookstore's café at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala for the past few nights. Usually the place is packed with people in the evenings, most of them with computers. Obviously, without free Net access, fewer people would be loitering there.
I also neglected to mention that there were five other people sitting in the Mickey Dee's® dining area last night, all of them with computers. They were probably refugees from the bookstore in Kahala. Sheesh!
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Many mundane happenings, but nothing worthy of mention. I mostly remained detached from my environment all day. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. After a two-hour intermission, I was on my way to Kahala. I confirmed that the free Net access at the bookstore was still mummified just by perusing the café. Very few people, and absolutely no one with a computer. So, I ended up sitting in front of the Apple® Store with my tablet computer. Yeah, that's where I was composing the "blog." Can it get any more pathetic?
One really has to wonder why I am wasting my life away, especially at the den of consumerism in Kahala. Frankly, I really don't know what else to do. When I ran into Brian (formerly known as Joker) yesterday, I realized that I was not so different from him. We're the same age. We graduated from the same high school in the same year. We're both running out of money. And, we're both old losers.
I really can't tolerate being in my squalid room at Slob Manor anymore. The hovel can only be likened to a tomb. Sitting in the dump is the equivalent of being buried alive. Yet, I was back in my sarcophagus by 9pm, just in time for the last half of a slammin' soirée. Somebody please bring me a bottle of embalming fluid!
I also neglected to mention that there were five other people sitting in the Mickey Dee's® dining area last night, all of them with computers. They were probably refugees from the bookstore in Kahala. Sheesh!
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Many mundane happenings, but nothing worthy of mention. I mostly remained detached from my environment all day. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. After a two-hour intermission, I was on my way to Kahala. I confirmed that the free Net access at the bookstore was still mummified just by perusing the café. Very few people, and absolutely no one with a computer. So, I ended up sitting in front of the Apple® Store with my tablet computer. Yeah, that's where I was composing the "blog." Can it get any more pathetic?
One really has to wonder why I am wasting my life away, especially at the den of consumerism in Kahala. Frankly, I really don't know what else to do. When I ran into Brian (formerly known as Joker) yesterday, I realized that I was not so different from him. We're the same age. We graduated from the same high school in the same year. We're both running out of money. And, we're both old losers.
I really can't tolerate being in my squalid room at Slob Manor anymore. The hovel can only be likened to a tomb. Sitting in the dump is the equivalent of being buried alive. Yet, I was back in my sarcophagus by 9pm, just in time for the last half of a slammin' soirée. Somebody please bring me a bottle of embalming fluid!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Remorse
Same ol' shit. Could we have expected more? Obviously not. I had the pleasure of chatting with the young war veteran buddy on the bus ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon. As you may recall, he speaks rather loudly. Today was no exception. However, I seriously doubt that any of the passengers would mess with him. That's why I don't mind chatting with him. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
As I was walking from the bus stop to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I ran into Brian (formerly known as Joker). He was apparently waiting for the bus bound for Hawai'i Kai. I chatted with him briefly. He's residing in the McCully area. He also sold his car. I surmised that he has financial problems. In fact, Alan told me a week or so ago that the personal check that Brian had written to compensate for the damage to Alan's vehicle had been returned because of insufficient funds. Although I did not say anything, I felt remorse for my ill will toward him.
I really did not desire a decaffeinated beverage, but I just did not feel like returning to the dump before 9pm. So, I alighted the bus in Aina Haina. My poor tablet computer was at my side. I just can't understand how I betrayed my tablet computer. It has always served me well. Yeah, I felt remorse for my stupidity. ETA dump: 10pm.
As I was walking from the bus stop to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I ran into Brian (formerly known as Joker). He was apparently waiting for the bus bound for Hawai'i Kai. I chatted with him briefly. He's residing in the McCully area. He also sold his car. I surmised that he has financial problems. In fact, Alan told me a week or so ago that the personal check that Brian had written to compensate for the damage to Alan's vehicle had been returned because of insufficient funds. Although I did not say anything, I felt remorse for my ill will toward him.
I really did not desire a decaffeinated beverage, but I just did not feel like returning to the dump before 9pm. So, I alighted the bus in Aina Haina. My poor tablet computer was at my side. I just can't understand how I betrayed my tablet computer. It has always served me well. Yeah, I felt remorse for my stupidity. ETA dump: 10pm.
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Tablet Computer Quasi-Resurrection
Same ol' shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut. By the way, Alan and Chef Boyardee® were engaged in a ridiculous, albeit loud, discussion at 7am this morning in the Slob Manor (read: rental housing) kitchen about the empire's concentration camps. Alan had just returned from work (i.e., "graveyard" shift) and the "chef" was in the middle of a slammin' soiré. Alan and the "chef" apparently share the same fervor for conspiracy theories.
I was once heavily involved in a few of the more predominant (and not "off the wall") conspiracy theories (refer to the old journal and earlier portions of the "blog"). Now, I have no time for them. The empire's citizens should have taken action a long time ago. They should have demanded the truth as well as accountability. That time has come and gone long ago.
After further investigation, I discovered that the tablet computer is most likely fully functional. I was able to establish a connection to the wireless router at the dump with little difficulty. Unfortunately, I had already slapped the device as hard as I could several times. The metal case is now contorted and the circuit board is exposed. The circuit board mounts are also damaged. So, exactly, what was the problem? I do not know. However, from all indications, the connection problems are not the fault of the tablet computer. I was too ignorant to realize that the completely white icon meant that the wireless radio was working, but it could not establish a connection. The icon turns green only after the tablet computer is assigned an IP address. If the wireless radio was not functional, the icon would have been grayed out.
Once at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I employed the tablet computer to discover that the wireless router in the bookstore is malfunctioning. I confirmed the discovery when I was able to connect to the wireless router at the Apple® Store. So, I definitely destroyed the tablet computer for nothing.
I ended up at Mickey Dee's® in Aina Haina at 8pm for a decaffeinated beverage with automatic senior citizen discount. The wireless router there worked just fine. I was the only customer in the restaurant, so I really enjoyed my time there. The dining area is really nice, much better than the one in Kuapa Kai store. ETA dump: who knows? On a side note, I have commenced the purging of all of my allegedly important paperwork. Tax documents, mortgage note, title insurance, diplomas, and so forth ... straight into the trash can. I've had it with the crap. I am a slave to what the documents represent. However, I don't have to be a slave to the documents themselves.
I was once heavily involved in a few of the more predominant (and not "off the wall") conspiracy theories (refer to the old journal and earlier portions of the "blog"). Now, I have no time for them. The empire's citizens should have taken action a long time ago. They should have demanded the truth as well as accountability. That time has come and gone long ago.
After further investigation, I discovered that the tablet computer is most likely fully functional. I was able to establish a connection to the wireless router at the dump with little difficulty. Unfortunately, I had already slapped the device as hard as I could several times. The metal case is now contorted and the circuit board is exposed. The circuit board mounts are also damaged. So, exactly, what was the problem? I do not know. However, from all indications, the connection problems are not the fault of the tablet computer. I was too ignorant to realize that the completely white icon meant that the wireless radio was working, but it could not establish a connection. The icon turns green only after the tablet computer is assigned an IP address. If the wireless radio was not functional, the icon would have been grayed out.
Once at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I employed the tablet computer to discover that the wireless router in the bookstore is malfunctioning. I confirmed the discovery when I was able to connect to the wireless router at the Apple® Store. So, I definitely destroyed the tablet computer for nothing.
I ended up at Mickey Dee's® in Aina Haina at 8pm for a decaffeinated beverage with automatic senior citizen discount. The wireless router there worked just fine. I was the only customer in the restaurant, so I really enjoyed my time there. The dining area is really nice, much better than the one in Kuapa Kai store. ETA dump: who knows? On a side note, I have commenced the purging of all of my allegedly important paperwork. Tax documents, mortgage note, title insurance, diplomas, and so forth ... straight into the trash can. I've had it with the crap. I am a slave to what the documents represent. However, I don't have to be a slave to the documents themselves.
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Doorstops "R" Us (Reprise)
At the library, I completed reading the book, "Serengeti: The Eternal Beginning," by Boyd Norton. A great book. I chatted briefly with Kevin, the burly homeless guy. He apparently had a batch of important documents stolen from him. He's also secured a ticket to fly to the mainland in July for some reason. I also learned that Kevin was once married and has a daughter. Aside from that, same ol' shit.
I ran into Ann while I was walking to the gym this afternoon. She was in good spirits. She's still working at the same law firm, so her employment situation seems stable. I was glad to hear that she's doing fine.
I neglected to mention that a guy started up a conversation with me last night at the Aina Haina branch of Mickey Dee's®. He showed me a strange pipe made with the cylinder of a revolver-type gun. He joked around about the pipe, claiming to have fired off six rounds (i.e., smoked six loads of dope) earlier.
And, the other day at the gym, a guy named Jeff just started chatting with me in the locker room. He allegedly was a professional wrestler a few years ago. He talked to me about the perils of being a celebrity and other topics. I don't know. People just love to chat with the ol' lavahead.
At the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I confirmed that the tablet computer is seriously malfunctioning, that is, the wireless radio. It can no longer connect to any hotspot. So, I cut my outing short. In fact, I had to use the Apple® iPad® on display in the Apple® Store to access the GPS data for the bus. How humiliating!
When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 8:45pm, I was not able to connect to the dump's wireless router either. I went through the tedious "setup" process in order to establish a laughable connection. The BlackBerry® PlayBook® is now a doorstop, since it is out-of-warranty. I spent $500 for a piece of junk that is now totally useless. I will be donating the doorstop ... err, tablet computer ... to Goodwill tomorrow. What a maroon!
I ran into Ann while I was walking to the gym this afternoon. She was in good spirits. She's still working at the same law firm, so her employment situation seems stable. I was glad to hear that she's doing fine.
I neglected to mention that a guy started up a conversation with me last night at the Aina Haina branch of Mickey Dee's®. He showed me a strange pipe made with the cylinder of a revolver-type gun. He joked around about the pipe, claiming to have fired off six rounds (i.e., smoked six loads of dope) earlier.
And, the other day at the gym, a guy named Jeff just started chatting with me in the locker room. He allegedly was a professional wrestler a few years ago. He talked to me about the perils of being a celebrity and other topics. I don't know. People just love to chat with the ol' lavahead.
At the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I confirmed that the tablet computer is seriously malfunctioning, that is, the wireless radio. It can no longer connect to any hotspot. So, I cut my outing short. In fact, I had to use the Apple® iPad® on display in the Apple® Store to access the GPS data for the bus. How humiliating!
When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 8:45pm, I was not able to connect to the dump's wireless router either. I went through the tedious "setup" process in order to establish a laughable connection. The BlackBerry® PlayBook® is now a doorstop, since it is out-of-warranty. I spent $500 for a piece of junk that is now totally useless. I will be donating the doorstop ... err, tablet computer ... to Goodwill tomorrow. What a maroon!
Monday, May 07, 2012
Post No. 2,199
A crummy day. I was awakened at 6:30am this morning by a 40-minute slammin' soirée courtesy Chef Boyardee®. The "chef" has become quite brazen lately. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. However, moms had a 12:20pm appointment at the dentist office. We rushed back so that moms could brush her teeth. With 45 minutes to spare, moms took the liberty to complete a few chores. Why moms waited until 12:15pm before deciding to depart, I do not know.
A rushed trip to Koko Marina was thwarted by lack of parking for a variety of reasons. Moms became panicked. I came close to losing my temper. Nonetheless, moms made the appointment just fine.
The rest of the day gave me no reprieve, although I completed my gym workout without incident. Shopping for groceries was another matter. Safeway® was completely mobbed. A lot of the stock was depleted. By then, I had a throbbing headache. Fortunately, I enjoyed a little peace and quiet at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before departing for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 7pm.
For some reason, the wireless radio in my tablet computer was malfunctioning. I could see the list of hotspots, but I could not connect. I kept rebooting the device for half-an-hour. Nada. I finally gave up. I almost missed the 8:30pm bus because of the nonsense. I intended to ride back to the dump. The thought of listening to another slammin' soirée made me nauseous. So, I slighted in Aina Haina.
I purchased a decaffeinated beverage at the newly remodeled Mickey Dee's® and was rewarded with an automatic senior citizen discount. I felt better, I suppose. Then, I whipped out my tablet computer. I had kept it on standby, so I wasn't expecting the wireless radio to work. Miraculously, it was fully functional. Whassup wi' dat? So, I composed the "blog" right there. I will be walking back to the dump, since it was such a nice night after all. ETA dump: 9:40pm.
A rushed trip to Koko Marina was thwarted by lack of parking for a variety of reasons. Moms became panicked. I came close to losing my temper. Nonetheless, moms made the appointment just fine.
The rest of the day gave me no reprieve, although I completed my gym workout without incident. Shopping for groceries was another matter. Safeway® was completely mobbed. A lot of the stock was depleted. By then, I had a throbbing headache. Fortunately, I enjoyed a little peace and quiet at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before departing for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 7pm.
For some reason, the wireless radio in my tablet computer was malfunctioning. I could see the list of hotspots, but I could not connect. I kept rebooting the device for half-an-hour. Nada. I finally gave up. I almost missed the 8:30pm bus because of the nonsense. I intended to ride back to the dump. The thought of listening to another slammin' soirée made me nauseous. So, I slighted in Aina Haina.
I purchased a decaffeinated beverage at the newly remodeled Mickey Dee's® and was rewarded with an automatic senior citizen discount. I felt better, I suppose. Then, I whipped out my tablet computer. I had kept it on standby, so I wasn't expecting the wireless radio to work. Miraculously, it was fully functional. Whassup wi' dat? So, I composed the "blog" right there. I will be walking back to the dump, since it was such a nice night after all. ETA dump: 9:40pm.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Mondo Fool VII
Another typical Sunday, another extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Too bad that baby has not come around yet. At one point, though, baby was just a few feet away with her client. Baby sure looks good up close. Whew!
The ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus was horrendous. Actually, all of the buses were crowded except those heading to Waikiki. A crazed babe (term used loosely) was sitting on the long bench seat at the rear of the bus that I happened to be an unfortunate passenger. She was "speaking in tongues" non-stop. No one even winced. When a spot on the bench seat opened up, a Micronesian guy sat down. He looked over at the crazed babe babbling to herself. His facial expression was priceless. When the crazed babe alighted in Aina Haina, both the Micronesian guy and I burst out in laughter.
Another evening at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. There are always less people there on Sunday, so I attempted to enjoy the outing. Yet how can anyone enjoy time in a ménagerie? Do animals enjoy their tenure in a zoo? ETA dump: 9:50pm.
Finally, an update on my portable hard drive that is the home to the vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). A massive purge of files was apparently not necessary. The directory does not seem to be corrupted. Nonetheless, I continue to purge files to make room for new additions. However, I surmise that the NTFS-formatted hard drive is heavily fragmented. Unfortunately, I have no way to "defrag" it. Sheesh!
The ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus was horrendous. Actually, all of the buses were crowded except those heading to Waikiki. A crazed babe (term used loosely) was sitting on the long bench seat at the rear of the bus that I happened to be an unfortunate passenger. She was "speaking in tongues" non-stop. No one even winced. When a spot on the bench seat opened up, a Micronesian guy sat down. He looked over at the crazed babe babbling to herself. His facial expression was priceless. When the crazed babe alighted in Aina Haina, both the Micronesian guy and I burst out in laughter.
Another evening at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. There are always less people there on Sunday, so I attempted to enjoy the outing. Yet how can anyone enjoy time in a ménagerie? Do animals enjoy their tenure in a zoo? ETA dump: 9:50pm.
Finally, an update on my portable hard drive that is the home to the vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). A massive purge of files was apparently not necessary. The directory does not seem to be corrupted. Nonetheless, I continue to purge files to make room for new additions. However, I surmise that the NTFS-formatted hard drive is heavily fragmented. Unfortunately, I have no way to "defrag" it. Sheesh!
Saturday, May 05, 2012
Animal Planet
Over the past few days at the library, I completed the reading of three books:
Only humans seem to have adopted the peculiar ideas of dominion and domestication. Heck, we've even domesticated ourselves. We have forced animals to be under our dominion. We farm them for food under detestable conditions, denying them any dignity before slaughter. We like to place animals in grotesque ménageries or make them "pets."
Of course, humans have essentially perpetrated the same onto other humans. That's exactly what the primary objective of all of the failed paradigms has been: enslavement. We, the enslaved, are then offered token placebos by our "owners" to placate our minds. We live in a world of placebos. Imagine if all of the placebos disappeared. Yeah, all hell will break loose. In the meantime, even the dimmest of humans will begin to sense the hollowness of the charade. That's when psychotropic medication, cheap booze, and illicit drugs enter the picture.
When I exited the bookstore at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall or, dare I say, ménagerie) in Kahala this evening, I espied the full moon again. About 14 billion years ago, the moon and nothing else existed. Only clouds of hydrogen (H) helium (He) gases were around. From H/He gases to entropic human stupidity ... who knew?
I neglected to mention that I ran into Pseudo-professor Francis (from the Diploma Mill) at the bus stop the other day. I really enjoyed chatting with him. He is a genuinely good person. He filled me in about the changes at the dump, although not really worthy of mention. I was, of course, glad to hear that he's doing fine.
- "Violent Earth," by Robert Dinwiddie, Simon Lamb, and Ross Reynolds
- "Solar System: A Visual Exploration of All the Planets, Moons and Other Heavenly Bodies that Orbit Our Sun," by Marcus Chown
- Fear of the Animal Planet: The Hidden History of Animal Resistance," by Jason Hribal
Only humans seem to have adopted the peculiar ideas of dominion and domestication. Heck, we've even domesticated ourselves. We have forced animals to be under our dominion. We farm them for food under detestable conditions, denying them any dignity before slaughter. We like to place animals in grotesque ménageries or make them "pets."
Of course, humans have essentially perpetrated the same onto other humans. That's exactly what the primary objective of all of the failed paradigms has been: enslavement. We, the enslaved, are then offered token placebos by our "owners" to placate our minds. We live in a world of placebos. Imagine if all of the placebos disappeared. Yeah, all hell will break loose. In the meantime, even the dimmest of humans will begin to sense the hollowness of the charade. That's when psychotropic medication, cheap booze, and illicit drugs enter the picture.
When I exited the bookstore at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall or, dare I say, ménagerie) in Kahala this evening, I espied the full moon again. About 14 billion years ago, the moon and nothing else existed. Only clouds of hydrogen (H) helium (He) gases were around. From H/He gases to entropic human stupidity ... who knew?
I neglected to mention that I ran into Pseudo-professor Francis (from the Diploma Mill) at the bus stop the other day. I really enjoyed chatting with him. He is a genuinely good person. He filled me in about the changes at the dump, although not really worthy of mention. I was, of course, glad to hear that he's doing fine.
Friday, May 04, 2012
ETA: Anytime
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I'm beginning to believe that there will never be anything to report. I may as well mummify the "blog," eh? Essentially, it is already mummified.
As I was walking from the bus stop to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I espied a full moon in the evening sky. What a sight! Imagine that our distant ancestors had no idea that the moon is a small satellite circling the earth. Life could not exist without the moon. Aside from causing ocean tides, the moon stabilizes the earth's rotation and prevents the planet from wobbling out of control. The earth's axis would be shifting in all directions.
Why do people smoke cigarettes? The answer to that question, by the way, is also the reason for the entirety of human stupidity. I am not talking about simplistic responses such as, "They're stupid." I am alluding to the psychopathology, the addiction, the guilt, the denial of health risks, perhaps even the belief that a deity will offer salvation and resurrection. Now, substitute any other malignant human activity for cigarette smoking, and then you'll see what I mean.
Well, I meandered around the den of consumerism until I found myself in my favorite chair in the bookstore. I had a difficult time focusing on tablet computing. Thus, I kept the device on standby for most of the time. I will be departing whenever the GPS data for the bus indicates that it is soon to arrive. ETA dump: 9:50pm.
As I was walking from the bus stop to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I espied a full moon in the evening sky. What a sight! Imagine that our distant ancestors had no idea that the moon is a small satellite circling the earth. Life could not exist without the moon. Aside from causing ocean tides, the moon stabilizes the earth's rotation and prevents the planet from wobbling out of control. The earth's axis would be shifting in all directions.
Why do people smoke cigarettes? The answer to that question, by the way, is also the reason for the entirety of human stupidity. I am not talking about simplistic responses such as, "They're stupid." I am alluding to the psychopathology, the addiction, the guilt, the denial of health risks, perhaps even the belief that a deity will offer salvation and resurrection. Now, substitute any other malignant human activity for cigarette smoking, and then you'll see what I mean.
Well, I meandered around the den of consumerism until I found myself in my favorite chair in the bookstore. I had a difficult time focusing on tablet computing. Thus, I kept the device on standby for most of the time. I will be departing whenever the GPS data for the bus indicates that it is soon to arrive. ETA dump: 9:50pm.
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Core of Entropy
The day? Same ol' shit. Nada to report. The evening? Den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. ETA dump: unknown.
I have been pondering foolish topics, nothing of which I can readily resolve. Entropy has been a concern. The entire material universe will eventually approach high entropy, yet biological life on this planet appears to be going in the opposite direction (i.e., becoming increasingly more complex as time passes). Then, I realized that humans are the sole agency of high entropy. Hence, what we deem to be "intelligence" may actually be the vehicle for biological demise. We humans are bringing chaos to the natural order, and quite rapidly at that.
Collectively, nothing that we humans have accomplished has amounted to much. Clinging to failed paradigms, we have overpopulated the planet, depleted its resources (or diluted them to unrecoverable quantities), and attempted to eradicate all life deliberately as well as unwittingly. We have capitalized on the worst properties of the "inner animal" and glossed the atrocities over with superficial "culture." We are agents of entropic stupidity.
With that said, I am having a difficult time clinging to any paradigm, whether proven failures or not. If the paradigm has not failed yet, it will sometime in the future. That's a given. Is there something more reliable than fallible human paradigms? Does the "inner animal" hold the answer?
On a side note, I received e-mail from Clyde in Arizona (formerly Cali). I was surprised to hear that he relocated there. He may even be residing close to Alan's "McMansion." Sheesh!
I have been pondering foolish topics, nothing of which I can readily resolve. Entropy has been a concern. The entire material universe will eventually approach high entropy, yet biological life on this planet appears to be going in the opposite direction (i.e., becoming increasingly more complex as time passes). Then, I realized that humans are the sole agency of high entropy. Hence, what we deem to be "intelligence" may actually be the vehicle for biological demise. We humans are bringing chaos to the natural order, and quite rapidly at that.
Collectively, nothing that we humans have accomplished has amounted to much. Clinging to failed paradigms, we have overpopulated the planet, depleted its resources (or diluted them to unrecoverable quantities), and attempted to eradicate all life deliberately as well as unwittingly. We have capitalized on the worst properties of the "inner animal" and glossed the atrocities over with superficial "culture." We are agents of entropic stupidity.
With that said, I am having a difficult time clinging to any paradigm, whether proven failures or not. If the paradigm has not failed yet, it will sometime in the future. That's a given. Is there something more reliable than fallible human paradigms? Does the "inner animal" hold the answer?
On a side note, I received e-mail from Clyde in Arizona (formerly Cali). I was surprised to hear that he relocated there. He may even be residing close to Alan's "McMansion." Sheesh!
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
ETA: Unknown
Same ol' shit, except that I had an appointment at the Waikiki Health Center. Unfortunately, there's nothing that can be done about my numb right thigh (i.e., pinched nerve). I'll be continuing the stretching routine, possibly for life. So, the visit, which cost $20, was really for nothing. I'm not at the point that surgery would be required. Incidentally, my attending physician is somewhat of a hottie, but that is neither here or there.
I obtained my morning cup of coffee at Mickey Dee's® in Waikiki and was automatically given the senior citizen discount. The counter girl laughed and said that she had given me the discount by mistake. Heck, I am thinking of switching over to Mickey Dee's® completely for my coffee needs. Although the serving is smaller, the coffee tastes better than the budget brew at Foodland. In addition, even without the senior citizen discount, the price is less. And, with the smaller size, I may be able to wean myself of coffee entirely in a short period of time.
I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) this evening. Same ol' shit. Just wasting precious time. The bookstore is not exactly a safe haven, but it sure beats sitting around in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). My tablet computer and free wireless Net access are all that I need to entertain myself. Actually, that's pretty pathetic. ETA dump: unknown.
I have no interesting thoughts to share today. I am just meandering around needlessly. I suppose that I am emulating a "lost soul" or a homeless guy. Intrusive thoughts about "freedom" and mortality just keep coming back like a bad sitcom. Heck, that's exactly why I am the Keeper of Lost Lives. Sheesh!
Yet Another Scene from "So Close"
Sadly, I have not adjusted to the fact that my favorite flick, "So Close," is no longer available for viewing on the Crackle® site. So, one final image capture from the flick for Molech's sake. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
I obtained my morning cup of coffee at Mickey Dee's® in Waikiki and was automatically given the senior citizen discount. The counter girl laughed and said that she had given me the discount by mistake. Heck, I am thinking of switching over to Mickey Dee's® completely for my coffee needs. Although the serving is smaller, the coffee tastes better than the budget brew at Foodland. In addition, even without the senior citizen discount, the price is less. And, with the smaller size, I may be able to wean myself of coffee entirely in a short period of time.
I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) this evening. Same ol' shit. Just wasting precious time. The bookstore is not exactly a safe haven, but it sure beats sitting around in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). My tablet computer and free wireless Net access are all that I need to entertain myself. Actually, that's pretty pathetic. ETA dump: unknown.
I have no interesting thoughts to share today. I am just meandering around needlessly. I suppose that I am emulating a "lost soul" or a homeless guy. Intrusive thoughts about "freedom" and mortality just keep coming back like a bad sitcom. Heck, that's exactly why I am the Keeper of Lost Lives. Sheesh!
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Incongruence (Reprise)
At 1:15am, I was wide awake in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). My heart rate was accelerated, just as it was a few days ago after drinking a decaffeinated beverage at night. It seems that I have developed an extreme sensitivity to caffeine, even though I drink regular coffee every morning. So, I powered up my tablet computer to keep me company through the wee hours of the morning.
The acute sensitivity to caffeine in the evenings seems to occur when I do not eat a full dinner, usually on the days when I visit moms in Hawai'i Kai. We always eat lunch out, and the meal is way too filling to justify anything but a small snack in place of dinner. So, an empty stomach increases my susceptibility to caffeine. Of course, being a senior citizen doesn't help.
There really isn't much to do with the tablet computer during the wee hours of the morning except compose the "blog." With the netbook, I could have at least downloaded a few choice hurdy-gurdy video clips. Yeah, more hurdy-gurdy video clips. As if there weren't enough already. Sheesh!
By 3am, I was really wide awake. And, so were the small armadillo-like insects. I rounded up several of them using, ironically, a saved Mickey Dee's® coffee cup with the plastic lid serving as a scoop. I transported the horrific bugs to the sink and washed them down the drain.
Then, I gave in and set up the netbook. While still composing the "blog," I downloaded one hurdy-gurdy video clip in order to feel a sense of accomplishment. I could also sense a relapse of the common cold coming on, so I dropped back one-half dosage of the generic cold and flu elixir. I even performed my stretching exercises for my numb right thigh. Obviously, nothing made me sleepy.
When 4am finally rolled around, I decided to call it night (or morning). No sleep, though. The real issue is coffee. I need to kick the daily habit, which is costing me about $400 per annum. With the money saved, I could then purchase an unhealthy milkshake (or equivalent) on my evening outings instead of decaffeinated coffee. Well, that's something to consider.
The usual town itinerary was mummified for the day. Moms had an appointment with an oral surgeon at Ala Moana Center this morning in order to extract a troublesome molar. Aside from that, the day followed the usual Hawai'i Kai itinerary.
Naturally, I made the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I have been rehashing the same old thoughts, but I am too fatigued to discuss the latter in the "blog." After all is said and done, I may have slept for about 20 minutes in the wee hours of the morning. ETA dump: unknown.
Well, the "blog" has really degenerated into a useless collage of nonsense, hasn't it? I have officially checked out of the so-called "mainstream." Each day pushes me further toward total incongruence. Oh well.
The acute sensitivity to caffeine in the evenings seems to occur when I do not eat a full dinner, usually on the days when I visit moms in Hawai'i Kai. We always eat lunch out, and the meal is way too filling to justify anything but a small snack in place of dinner. So, an empty stomach increases my susceptibility to caffeine. Of course, being a senior citizen doesn't help.
There really isn't much to do with the tablet computer during the wee hours of the morning except compose the "blog." With the netbook, I could have at least downloaded a few choice hurdy-gurdy video clips. Yeah, more hurdy-gurdy video clips. As if there weren't enough already. Sheesh!
By 3am, I was really wide awake. And, so were the small armadillo-like insects. I rounded up several of them using, ironically, a saved Mickey Dee's® coffee cup with the plastic lid serving as a scoop. I transported the horrific bugs to the sink and washed them down the drain.
Then, I gave in and set up the netbook. While still composing the "blog," I downloaded one hurdy-gurdy video clip in order to feel a sense of accomplishment. I could also sense a relapse of the common cold coming on, so I dropped back one-half dosage of the generic cold and flu elixir. I even performed my stretching exercises for my numb right thigh. Obviously, nothing made me sleepy.
When 4am finally rolled around, I decided to call it night (or morning). No sleep, though. The real issue is coffee. I need to kick the daily habit, which is costing me about $400 per annum. With the money saved, I could then purchase an unhealthy milkshake (or equivalent) on my evening outings instead of decaffeinated coffee. Well, that's something to consider.
The usual town itinerary was mummified for the day. Moms had an appointment with an oral surgeon at Ala Moana Center this morning in order to extract a troublesome molar. Aside from that, the day followed the usual Hawai'i Kai itinerary.
Naturally, I made the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I have been rehashing the same old thoughts, but I am too fatigued to discuss the latter in the "blog." After all is said and done, I may have slept for about 20 minutes in the wee hours of the morning. ETA dump: unknown.
Well, the "blog" has really degenerated into a useless collage of nonsense, hasn't it? I have officially checked out of the so-called "mainstream." Each day pushes me further toward total incongruence. Oh well.
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