Beyond Mummification

First I reneged on mummifying the "blog," now I am breaking the rule about discussing books. I completed reading, "That's Disgusting: Unraveling the Mysteries of Repulsion," by Rachel Herz. The book is very worthy of mention because of the surprising underpinnings to Ernest Becker's monumental work.

I also completed reading a book about the supposed gold "bubble." So, what about the bond (i.e., debt) "bubble"? Or, the stock market "bubble"? Or, the paper money "bubble"? Or, the still semi-inflated housing "bubble"? The price of gold is high, but I don't expect it to collapse unless unless a Paul Volcker type of monetary policy is invoked globally. Fat chance!

And, I perused the book, "Encyclopedia Paranoiaca," by Henry Beard and Christopher Cerf while at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala last night. Dental floss is toxic? Who knew?

By the way, I have resumed my daily dosage of psyllium in an attempt to determine if I am suffering from some kind of intestinal blockage. The old man maladies just keep on coming. Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

Ol' Lavahead Day 2012

Well, the ol' lavahead is now officially 58 years of age. He is a senior citizen. An old codger. A fossil. And, he will be "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic" until the bitter end. Insofar as the "blog" is concerned, the bitter end is here. No fanfare. No eulogy. Done deal.

Just kidding! I had an excruciatingly tortuous Ol' Lavahead Day such that I could not make the final decision to mummify the "blog." Details are not necessary. Just know that I experienced an endless number of "senior moments." Very perturbing.

Prolonging the Agony

I was going to continue to wax metaphysical on the topic of human consciousness, but there is no point. I am too fatigued since I received a threatening e-mail from the "condotel" owners association. I am being forced to purchase condo insurance or pay some ridiculous fine. Well, I skirted the issue for the past seven years (saving over $1,000 in expenditures), so I suppose that the time has come for me to pay my dues, so to speak.

Incidentally, whether the "blog" is discontinued or not, I will no longer mention any of the books that I completed reading or movies that I have viewed. The same holds true for all updates once the "blog" is mummified. Anyway, who really cares?

Actually, I already read the last rites for the "blog" on August 6th. I am seemingly prolonging the agony for no apparent reason. I am not even certain about why a couple of readers continue to visit. Everyone else "threw in the towel." A few former readers offered unsolicited advice and were probably disenchanted when I did not follow the latter. Oh well. Overall, the advice that I received was basically a call for me to return to the "mainstream." Unacceptable.

The entirety of human society and legacy is based on failed "immortality narratives" and the equally failed "civilization" paradigm. In a nutshell, humans have been eternally promoting a ludicrous doctrine of "exceptionalism," all the while stressing a complete separation from the animal world. The result? The failed "dominion" paradigm. The stupidity will never end. I just don't have the luxury of time to entertain failed paradigms anymore.

Beyond Ernest Becker

Beautiful full moon tonight. Red star reminder. Beacon of the "mortal" universe. Few humans notice the glowing orb these days. Perhaps if they did, they would be able to alter the erroneous course of humanity.

I have been observing youngsters (i.e., infants, toddlers, and pre-adolescents) lately. They are brats, very poorly behaved. Obviously, their parents have done little to foster responsibility and respect. But, I digress. I was once that young and stupid. I cannot recollect much. My consciousness was severely stunted, or dare I say, in a very primitive state.

I really don't even know when my consciousness and self-awareness came about. I am, however, beginning to accept that consciousness is a symbolic and abstract construct. Each living organism possesses a lifeforce, something that allows it to co-exist autonomously with other organisms. The human mind has been able to create an elaborate abstraction that produces enhanced self-awareness, hence consciousness. The "soul," unfortunately does not exist.

The denial (and fear) of mortality is another elaborate abstraction as well as an extension of the basic survival instinct. In other words, human consciousness views itself as an entity that cannot and should not be destroyed. It is basic survival elevated into the metaphysical realm.

On a side note, I ran into my young veteran buddy on the bus this afternoon. He did not seem to be his usual self. Turns out that, on the No-Holiday Holiday, he went to visit his father only to discover that the latter had passed on a few days earlier. I won't go into details, but it wasn't a pretty sight. His grandmother was accompanying him and ended up suffering a mild heart attack after the initial shock. Incidentally, his father was about my age.

Farce & Fodder

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My nephew is still retired. Otherwise, nothing to report. I suffered from a terrible neck pain and backache all day. Old man maladies, no doubt. Yeah, I was somewhat grumpy, too.

I am currently looking at Ol' Lavahead Day 2012 as the official last day of the "blog." Of course, I could easily change my mind. Given that there has been a poverty of topics, I have no reason to do so. And, irregular updates seem more logical. If I decide otherwise, then the end of the year will be the alternative target date.

I should mention that I am deeply conflicted by the course of humanity. Upon discovering the absolute truths, then learning of the failed "immortality narratives," I became acutely aware of the farce that I have been living, that we've all been living. The human saga is a pathetic story. Somewhere along the line, we missed the point. Now, we're so far off-track that nothing can be done to remedy the situation.

We are simply stupid animals. Yes, stupid animals who refuse to accept the Laws of Thermodynamics and entropy. Throw in a generous serving of denial (of mortality), and here we are. Seriously ponder the latter, then try to return to "business as usual." Might as well be "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic."

Post No. 2,401

I have been observing the various senior citizens who work out at the gym. Frankly, why do they bother? They could achieve the same result by walking in circles around the house while armcurling a desk lamp. I am not poking fun at my fellow senior citizens. I am really only a handful of years behind them.

I have completed the mummification of several on-line accounts, including the old journal. Not to worry, I simply altered any personal information and changed the password to a cryptic one that will not be archived. In other words, I will have no access to those accounts from this point forward. Specifically, I wanted to make the accounts hacker-proof. Yet, one has to wonder. Who would want to hack into any of my accounts? I am a non-entity.

The issue of non-toxic food has come to the forefront again. I am revisiting my viewpoint concerning food. I will now most likely downgrade my requirements. Obviously, the most blatant carcinogens and toxic substances should be avoided at all costs. However, the need for "organic" or other esoteric foods is officially mummified. I'm an old codger. As I degenerate with age, I will be susceptible to all kinds of ailments and maladies. Exceptionally pure food will make no difference, except to drain my limited resources even faster.

On a side note, I perused a few budget tablet computers. Whoa! They all make my tablet computer look really pathetic. The user interfaces were polished and very smooth. I am almost too embarrassed to admit that I own two of the same substandard tablet computers. Once again, I have been "rooked."

Conversational Fodder

"Every day, same ol' shit," one of the homeless guys said to me the other day. Yeah, I couldn't agree more. Lots of new homeless people everywhere, by the way. As you can guess, I am most comfortable around the homeless. Although, I really don't engage in conversation with any of them except for my homeless buddy.

Conversations are becoming rarer and rarer with me. I could easily be mistaken for a mute. As I mentioned previously in the "blog," I can go for days or weeks without speaking to anyone. Obviously, I can barely hold a conversation, even if just small talk. That's why I don't need a cellphone. I really don't need an e-mail account either. I should be lonely, but I'm not. I avoid chatting with the imbeciles of Slob Manor (read: rental housing), too. I absolutely do not want to waste any time talking about other people's realities or their foolish fodder. If I desired that kind of stupidity, I would purchase a widescreen LCD tube. Sheesh!

No doubt, my degrading conversational skills are contributing to the demise of the "blog." I can no longer frame my thoughts. The desire to do so is also waning. That brings me to the topic of mummification. I am contemplating the official end of the "blog." Subsequently, I would only post irregular updates. Sounds good?

There are very few regular readers. And, I seriously doubt that anyone reads every word. Skimming or rapid perusal is more likely. The "blog" is my only form of conversation, though. Once it is mummified, I will really be mute. Will that be the first sign of insanity?

Black Voodoo Friday 2012

Last night, I finally prepared and ate the genuine military-issue MRE® (Meal, Ready-to-Eat) that my homeless buddy had given to me. The experience was a "pain in the ass" for the equivalent of a fast food meal. Oh well.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Well, there are many stupid stories to tell about the morons who reside at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), but I don't want to waste my time composing the fodder. Just know that the fools continue to amaze me with the depth of their stupidity.

How about that "Black Friday" shit, huh? All for Saturnalia. What a farce! I arrived at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 6pm. The masses were still trudging around like drugged cattle, loaded down with payloads of shopping bags. Yeah, cattle with lots of money, the worst of the breed. I couldn't even imagine what it was like just a few hours earlier. And, every year, it's the same ol' shit.

As a casual and neutral observer, I can truthfully state that there is something terribly wrong with humanity. We've grown cancerous insofar as population is concerned. But, what's worse is that we've become a very self-destructive form of cancer. Radiation therapy in the form of a atomic weapon of mass destruction (WMD) is probably the only cure. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

No-Holiday Holiday 2012

No time for holidays, especially for the No-Holiday Holiday. The routine was similar to that of the past, so details are not necessary. I will say that there were lots of fools everywhere. Doesn't anyone celebrate the detestable holiday anymore? Yeah, crowds everywhere. The den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was crowded. All the buses were jam-packed. Not exactly what I would call a relaxing day.

I returned to the den of consumerism in Kahala this evening. The place was desolate. Very relaxing. Much more comfortable than the despicable conditions in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I sat around and composed the "blog." Well, hey! I am a true eunuch now!

On a side note, I am once again mummifying on-line accounts. The ones that cannot be deleted are given a new mummification password. If possible, the account information is modified with bogus personal data. Later, I will discard the password. Access to the accounts will then be impossible.

Vienna Sausage - RIP (Continued)

Last Typical "Blog" Hottie
I am still reeling over the shocking discovery yesterday. The ol' lavahead is now a real monk. Eunuch. Android. Asexual automaton. Old codger. Walking cadaver. The Vienna Sausage is a goner. What are we to make of that? Not much, I suppose.

With that said, the "blog" continues to devolve. No more babe pictures. This is the last of the formatted posts, set up months ago with the netbook. As I stated previously, the tablet computer does not play well with the new "blog" Web interface. I am also avoiding text formatting and hyperlink inclusion. Mummification is right around the corner.

Vienna Sausage - RIP

I ran into my homeless buddy this morning. He mentioned that theft situation in the Next Step homeless shelter is out of control. He now drops off anything valuable (e.g., notebook computer) in his rental storage unit before checking in at the shelter in the evening. Then, he retrieves his valuables the next morning. He is now anxiously awaiting word about any available subsidized housing rentals. I also chatted with Kevin, the burly homeless guy. He has been conspicuously absent for over a week because of an alcoholic drinking binge and subsequent time in a detoxification center.

RIP Vienna Sausage
Out of curiosity, I decided to "test" the Vienna Sausage. The results? The Vienna Sausage is almost completely dysfunctional, having failed all of the diagnostics. The ol' lavahead is an impotent walking cadaver. Woe is the ol' lavahead! No wonder he easily divested the massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). Sheesh!

Walking Cadavers

What a horrendous day! I nearly fell squarely on my face after I tripped over a non-existent obstruction. I sustained a few scrapes. All of the food that I normally purchase at the supermarket was completely gone. The only highlight of the day was my visit to my local bank and the bank that holds my mortgage for the detestable "condotel" unit. The tellers were all gorgeous young hotties. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

The one really traumatic ordeal of being an old codger is seeing all of the young hotties running amuck. No babe, not even an older babe, is in interested in an old codger who looks like a wrinkled prune with a sagging physique. So, what's left? Downloading hurdy-gurdy videos and chokin' da chicken. It is a pathetic blessing that the Vienna Sausage eventually atrophies. Old fools who try to postpone the inevitable with risky medication or implants are kidding themselves. When the Vienna Sausage goes, though, a man becomes a real walking cadaver.

Actually, in a sense, we're all walking cadavers from the time we are born. A few decades is really meaningless with respect to time. Yet, humans proceed with the same flawed "immortality narratives." Just look at all of the killing and maiming going on globally. All the pain and suffering. Just so the moneychangers and powers-that-be can appease Molech. In the quest for immortality, the peons must be sacrificed at the altar. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Gold Fodder

Have you noticed the proliferation of gold and jewelry buyers in your neighborhood? There's a shop on nearly every corner. Times are hard, and people are obviously trading in whatever they can for cash. Yet, does that merit a shop on every corner? Why? Then, it dawned upon me that a lot of sovereign states are attempting to repatriate their gold that has been curiously stored outside of their borders.

There has been a lot of speculation that a significant portion of the stored gold is missing. The custodians have apparently taken a few liberties. If there is any truth to the allegations, then the reason for the tremendous demand for gold makes sense. For starters, I would suggest researching the topic of Germany's and China's gold reserves. Yeah, something "fishy" is going on. Is it time to purchase gold?

Very little else to discuss. The final donation of useless crap was accomplished. Even my humble soap dish was donated. Sheesh!

Zero Fodder

I ran into my homeless buddy. He has been working at the Alakea Delicatessen in town about three days per week. He has also been actively pursuing a low income rental (i.e., subsidized) unit. A few of the homeless have already been placed at several locations.

Nothing to report. I decided to stay in at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for the evening. Both Alan and the "chef" were gone. Tom was on good behavior for a change. So, I enjoyed a little peace and quiet in my squalid room.

My Fellow Cadavers

Greetings, my fellow cadavers! Did you like that? Well, it's true. Everywhere I look, I see nothing but cadavers ... err, people. Thousands upon thousands of people, and I am just here in tiny Hawai'i. Seven billion people on the planet, all of them mortal. We'll eventually all the end up as cadavers. Where the heck are all of the current and future cadavers going to be placed? After all, humanity continues the tradition of preserving cadavers in marked graves or mausoleums, presumably to allow ease of identification by a deity for future resurrection. Can you imagine a planet overrun by cadavers?

Well, I am in the process of preparing one final donation of useless possessions, of which the drop off in the charity bin is scheduled for Sunday. This is it, my friends. I will be down to less than the bare necessities. I am at the base poverty level as it is. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

Post No. 2,391

I ran into Ann this morning. She's still unemployed and frantically looking for a new wage slave position. I certainly could not offer any options. I seriously doubt that she would even entertain the idea of moving into a homeless shelter. Incidentally, I have not seen any of the familiar homeless faces including my homeless buddy. What happened to them?

Once again, absolutely no progress is being made toward my exit from society. I am literally dragging my feet. The stupid part, of course, is that there is so little left to be done. Why not just get it over with already? And, what about my precarious financial situation? How should I protect my squalid net worth? Should I purchase $40,000 in gold bars or a Jawbone® Jambox®? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Non-Existent Fodder

I have been pondering my non-existence for a few days now. It's kind of a frightening thought. According to Stephen Cave in his book, "Immortality," we really cannot conceptualize non-existence. Even if we were to attempt to visualize non-existence, we would fail because the viewpoint would still be third-party at best. So, there's no need to get worked up over nothing.

Well, I beg to differ. Even if I cannot conceptualize my own non-existence, I am not relieved. Non-existence is not some kind of paradise or brain vacation. Consciousness is completely extinguished, and the state of being an entity disappears. Sentience terminates. What are we to make of that?

As I stated previously, consciousness is a curse. Once we become self-aware and realize our mortality, there is no return to ignorance. We have to live with the curse from that point forward. Hence, all of our activities, our distractions, our psychopathologies, and our flawed beliefs are feeble attempts to circumvent the curse. Obviously, to no avail.

By the way, wasting time and "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic" are really just subjective assessments based upon mortal time. All human endeavors are a waste of time. Mortality insures that any outcome is pointless. And, really, we are working diligently toward our self-destruction anyway.

So, where do we go from here? I'd have to say that we need to quickly abandon most, if not all, of our global, local, and personal paradigms. We only live in the moment, so producing lasting memories is ludicrous. Projecting way into the future is another laughable venture. In other words, we must immediately discard ingrained "immortality narratives." With that said, my only useful activity for the day was the restoration of my extreme monk haircut.

Foolish Fodder

I have been allocating less and less time for the composition of the "blog," albeit deliberately, even though the tablet computer now accompanies me all day, every day. The "blog" has also been forced into simplicity because I can no longer invoke any of features in the new Web interface, as I mentioned on a previous occasion. Of course, now I am repeating myself. So, on to random thoughts.

Lots of anxiety today. None of my daily activities makes any sense anymore. I am either wasting valuable time or "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic." Yet, I have no other clear options. Oh boy, repeating myself again.

I neglected to mention that I saw Les on the bus on Saturday. He boarded in Kaimuki, so I must assume that he resides in the vicinity. He sat in the seat across from me. I can confirm that he looks as though he's in his seventies. He has cut his hair somewhat short, so he must be aware that he's completely gray. Of course, short gray hair does not make him look any younger. Even worse, he now has the face of an old codger. Waiting for the "Rapture," Armageddon, or the return of Molech is surely taking a toll on him.

Everywhere I am, I observe myriad kids and toddlers. There's apparently a new "baby boom" going on. Sheer insanity! The average is about two or three youngsters per family. What are those parents thinking? Of course, the denial of mortality allows people to engage in extremely foolish behavior. Or, maybe like Les, they believe that all the little "souls" will eventually end up in "Heaven." Dangerous and stupid thinking.

No Time For Holidays VII

Another day to honor the empire's fallen soldiers. It would not be so tragic if theirs lives had not been sacrificed in vain, that is, serving as cannon fodder to advance the deviant agenda of the "one percent" (i.e., the moneychangers and powers-that-be). Of course, wars have always plagued humans. Wars are often conflicts of flawed beliefs or failed "immortality narratives." Overall, that is why the "civilization" paradigm is unworkable.

Heard from Caroll. She has moved to Watsonville in Cali with her brother. They acquired "Section 8" housing. Her brother apparently suffered from two strokes so far. They are surviving on very little money. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing else to report.

Time Fodder

Not much transpired today to qualify as anything beyond normal. I was detached and focused my thoughts mainly on my mortality. In the end, that's what freedom buys. Yes, more time to reflect on the futility of a short lifespan. Would I rather return to full-on slavery and a life purely saturated with distractions? Not really.

Frankly, I would rather be acutely aware of every painfully dull moment of my waking hours than to suddenly discover that weeks, months, or years have elapsed with no real recollection of any interval of time. I'd rather watch paint dry than not even notice that the paint was ever applied. When time passes too quickly, there can be no appreciation of it and no moment to savor.

We humans, individually, have a mere few brief decades to experience ... well, the universe. In five billion years, no solar system, no earth. Eventually, the expanding universe will cool to absolute zero. Game over. None of us will be coming back after our time. I am both dumbfounded and terrified. Yet, here we are on earth, continuing to pull the same asinine stunts. For example, the "one percent" is inflicting severe pain and suffering on the "99 percent" in order to steal the minuscule wealth owned by the latter rank-and-file peons. What is it all worth? I'll tell you. Absolutely nothing. Foolish. Meaningless. Downright stupid.

I am also pondering the surreal concept of non-existence. I am not speaking of being invisible to babes. Rather, I am alluding to the moment when my time is up. The thought provokes a lot of anxiety, to say the least. However, I will leave the topic for another day.

Memory Fodder

Another "No Time for Holidays" kind-of-a-day. As usual, the homeless could be spotted in the exact same locales as the ol' lavahead. Little wonder why he is often mistaken for one of the homeless. Sheesh!

I have been pondering my mortality once again. What do I need to accomplish before my time is up? That's a good question, isn't it? We've been trained to squeeze as many exciting experiences as possible within our short lifespan. Yet, I have to wonder, does such a strategy make any sense? All life experiences accrue as memories. What good are memories when the feeble mind eventually forgets them?

I find that I have nothing left to accomplish, not that I accomplished anything to begin with. I have essentially done nothing. And, I don't expect the trend to change. All I want to do is sit around and literally watch the world parade in front of me. No participation, of course. I am down to divesting what little possessions that remain and performing minimal personal maintenance. That's it.

Post No. 2,385

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada, nada, nada, nada to report. Rest of the day? Same ol' shit. This is 2,385th post in the "blog." What more can be said?

Homeless shelters? Gold? General stupidity? I am beginning to lose my focus. The "blog" is going off in the wrong direction again. Not good. Oh, I don't know. I am somewhat fatigued and irate after reading Chris Ferguson's book, "Predator Nation." I have been reading quite a bit of material concerning the contrived global financial crisis. However, I did not realize just how rigged and corrupt the "system" is. Why are the rank-and-file peons even bothering to vote in the (s)elections? What is the point?

Now we have the idiotic Saturnalia shopping season coming up. Every year, same ol' shit. Excessive spending on useless junk as a distraction. Pure insanity. What's even worse is that people are displaying ever more psychotic symptoms in public. Their behavior is clearly aberrant. However, no one notices because it is the collective "norm."

Case in point. I was sitting in one of the chairs in the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I was composing the "blog" as usual. A crazed bitch wearing a huge head scarf was frantically stumbling through the aisles. The bitch rammed into my chair, stepping on my feet in the process, nearly falling on top of me. Without saying anything, the bitch quickly returned to stumbling around. Until I said, "Watch where you're going, you stupid bitch," there wasn't any attempt at an apology. A prompted apology, of course, means nothing to me. I rebutted, "Why don't you take that fucking thing off your head so you can see where you're going?" As can clearly be ascertained, I am a genuine "people person." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Gold & Stupidity

I ran into my homeless buddy again. He has been investigating the transitional housing referrals, only to discover that the waiting list is spanning between one and three years. So, he will be staying at the Next Step homeless shelter for a while longer. He is also commencing a part-time wage slave job tomorrow at a restaurant in town. And, he is now spending the weekends at his babe's place.

I completed reading the book, "Predator Nation: Corporate Criminals, Political Corruption, and the Hijacking of America," by Charles Ferguson. Very interesting book. However, I would not advise reading it without a good supply of antacids handy. The truth will really hurt.

I am now seriously contemplating the purchase of $40,000 or even more in gold bars. I can provide no adequate reason for the purchase. Heck, even the majority of so-called "gold bugs" are not heavily invested in physical gold, preferring exchange-traded funds (ETFs) instead. I have already previously discussed the reasons against gold purchases in the "blog." My opinion hasn't changed, but the purchase may still go through.

I don't want to keep repeating myself or belabor old points, but I really cannot believe how stupidity and ignorance has totally festered within the general populace. To say that people in general are stupid would be a drastic understatement. The fact is that they are becoming more stupid, if that is even possible. Brain donors, fucktards, morons, imbeciles, dickheads, asswipes ... all of them arrogant and haughty. In other words, damned proud to be stupid. Scary, isn't it? Well, I admit it, that's the reason why I seek a hedge position in gold.

Jolt to the Cranium

The drunkard Tom was up until 5am this morning at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), imbibing on cheap booze with one of his drunkard buddies. Naturally, Tom was doing all of the talking. I could hear him droning on and on. Lately, he's been slamming doors a lot during his brief moments of sobriety. Long story short, I suspect that Tom is suffering from alcohol psychosis, which is manifesting itself in unpredictable rage.

Well, I have a surprise for Tom, if he spirals out of control. The trusty Nova® Spirit electronic restraining device (ERD) still has enough "juice" to jolt his cranium real good. A little electroshock therapy goes a long way in abating psychotic symptoms. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Later, I will have to order a new battery for the device. No telling how many "doses" that Tom may require.

I ran into my homeless buddy this morning. His case worker is attempting to find him transitional housing (i.e., temporary housing at reduced rent). He also provided me with more details concerning the scheme that would have to be perpetrated to admit me into the Next Step homeless shelter. Clearly, we are looking at falsified documents, forgery, deception by omission, perjury, and so forth. "It's not a crime, we're not stealing," he told me.

(S)election Day 2012

The annoying circus of (S)election Day left me no choice but to follow the "No Time for Holidays" itinerary. Buses were running on regular schedule, but public schools, libraries, community colleges, and university were closed. Voting means nothing to me. I am a Socialist (for lack of a better option), and there are no candidates representing the people's party.

I'm predicting that Mitt Romney will be (s)elected. The masses appear ready to swing in the direction of religious (read: hypocritical) conservatism. Actually, too predictable. Too stupid. Want answers? Read the book, "Denial of Death," by Ernest Becker.

Frankly, I am hoping for a Romney win. Then, the final demise of the middle class will be inevitable. There will be millions more people joining me and the other impoverished victims for endless pain and suffering. Maybe the fools will come to realize that they have been betrayed. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Ala Moana Center this morning. He was totally inebriated. Aside from that, same ol' "No Time for Holidays" shit.

Breaking News! The Obama fool has been re-(s)elected. Four more years of the same ol' shit. Woe is us!

Collections

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Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I am still purging useless "knick-knacks" (for lack of a better term). Stuff just needs to go. If anything actually needs replacement, a disposable equivalent will be chosen.

We humans sure spend a lot of time collecting junk, most likely an offshoot of one or more of the "immortality narratives." By the time most people become senior citizens, they have a house full of crap collected over decades. When they eventually pass on, their junk is either discarded or donated to charity. There is no legacy.

Even the homeless are not immune. Take my homeless buddy, for example. He spends nearly all of his waking hours engaged in downloading thousands of movies and music from torrent sites, storing all of them on multiple portable hard drives. What's the sense? Slob Manor's "chef" has been renting hundreds of DVDs and "ripping" them onto writable DVDs for his library. Little does the fool know that writable DVDs deteriorate after five years. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! By contrast, the small remnant of the once massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) is stored on a flash drive (which will remain intact well over ten years without constant read-write activity). Foolishness nonetheless.

Purge

My recent "flashbacks" have been a purging of sorts, a final reconciliation with the failed "civilization" paradigm and its expectations of the serf class. I have had to part ways with many flawed beliefs. Now, I am essentially stripped of everything that purported to give me some kind of meaning and purpose in the general scheme of things.

Meaning and purpose are entirely individual constructs anyway. Meaning and purpose to one person may be totally frivolous to another. All in all, we humans define meaning and purpose within the framework of the "immortality narratives." Once the framework has been disproven, there is a sense of being stripped naked. That, of course, forces us to deal entirely with the present moment. Everything else is either relegated to fading memory or seated in anxiety of infinite uncertain outcomes somewhere in the future.

I dropped off the last of my useless crap at the charity donation bin at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. The useless cell phone was amongst the items. I am down to nearly nothing. Most of the homeless have much more than I (aside from the truck and the detestable "condotel" unit). I feel naked and vulnerable, although I also feel somewhat less enslaved.

Yesterday, I looked back at my life and summarized it as a failure. My evaluation criteria were the "immortality narratives." Today, I realized that I cannot subjectively evaluate my life. It transpired in the fashion of flawed beliefs. So, what happens next?

The only tangible and universal human purpose is procreation. The ol' lavahead failed at that as well since he is detestable to babes. However, why would he desire to bring new humans into existence, only to have them suffer the same terminal fate?

On a side note, I performed the detestable monthly financial transactions on my tablet computer without a hitch. I am confident that I will not need anything else but the tablet computer from this point forward.

Flashback

I have been experiencing a lot of "flashbacks," snippets of memories from the past. All of the snippets have been related to some kind of foolishness that I was engaged in. There's no question in my mind that I have essentially wasted most of my life in frivolity. Regrets? Of course! I can't even say that any of the "flashbacks" were worthy of mention.

Imagine most of an entire lifetime spent engaged in incredibly stupid behavior. Lots of time and money wasted. Lots of embarrassing moments. Many risks to good health. Many "burned bridges." Nothing accomplished except general stupidity. Yeah, lots of failures. The "blog" only chronicles the time period that I came to my senses, sort of. What more can be said?

On a side note, I ran into Professor Cathrin along Fort Street Mall this afternoon. She and Professor Brian (her husband) are still teaching at the Diploma Mill. Aside from the usual trivia, she mentioned that both of them had recent bouts with cancer. I was quite shocked since they are both still in their forties.

Food Fodder

Food is still a sore issue. I am just not able to realize a workable and affordable diet. With that said, I am cutting back on granola consumption because of decreasing quality. I will increase the amount of whole fresh fruit that I eat daily from one to two or more. I have also added expensive energy bars and kefir to my diet. Most of the alleged "healthy" food that I have been eating are "boosted" with vitamins and minerals. Not good, but there are no other options. Nearly all of the other available food is composed of chemical fillers and high fructose corn syrup (HFCS). Keeping the stomach full also means increasing its girth. So, I am stuck with less caloric intake and more "boosts." In other words, more hunger pains, but no malnutrition.

Divestiture of useless crap is going along at a good clip. I will be decommissioning the cell phone this weekend. I will add it to the small package of stuff that is scheduled for the charity donation bin on Sunday. I really have no idea about why I feel the need to amass useless possessions and collect useless junk. For example, I purchased Ernest Becker's book, "Denial of Death," but it is now the only book that is in my library. Why do I need it? Yeah, it will probably end up donated as well. After three annual tsunami evacuations, I have finally come to see the folly of my ways.

The tablet computer continues to suffer from various regressions from the last update. "Apps" are freezing up. The Web browser has become a burden to use. There will be no fix, of course, since it's at end-of-life. There is still about a four-month wait before the update to an entirely new operating system. I'm not really complaining. There's even less incentive to rely on the computers. Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

Homeless Fodder

I ran into my homeless buddy, the first time in nearly a week. He's been spending the weekends at the old guy's condo in Waikiki, the place that he was originally offered to rent a room. He simply keeps the old guy company as a trade. The remaining days are still spent at the Next Step homeless shelter. My homeless buddy also mentioned that there are quite a few open cubicles available. Many of the homeless just can't seem to obey the rules. He urged me to reconsider applying for a spot. I also learned that the residents can check in as late as 10pm on weekdays. Weekends and holidays have more flexible options.

I am still continuing to divest useless crap with vigor, thanks to the last tsunami scare. Currently, I am focusing on small "knick-knack" (for lack of a better term) items. I no longer desire to waste any more time in organizing or packing the junk. I have crap stacked up on my squalid desk in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), all being readied for distribution within a few days. Good riddance!

On a side note, I completed the perusal of two books: "Runaway Girl: Escaping Life on the Streets, One Helping Hand at a Time," by Carissa Phelps (with Larkin Warren), and "Degree Mills: The Billion-dollar Industry That Has Sold Over a Million Fake Diplomas," by John Bear (with Allen Ezell).