The morning started off wrong when I discovered that the tablet computer's hideous protective sleeve was extremely warm. Although the tablet computer was powered off, the battery was heating up. Thus, there was only a five percent charge remaining. I am pretty certain that the problem lies with the last operating system (OS) upgrade. Naturally, I was extremely perturbed. My patience with the tablet computer is depleting rapidly. The rest of the day was an unfunny comedy of errors. Nothing worthy of mention.
I did run into my homeless buddy at the public library, though. I assisted him with a few more computer problems. We are planning a field trip to look at different tablet computers this coming Saturday. Should be entertaining.
This evening, I met with Debbie, my realtor, at the coffee shop in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I brought some requested paperwork with me. We also chatted briefly. I spent the rest of the time at the bookstore with my unpredictable tablet computer. In other words, another day of distractions. More "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic."
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Slob Manor Homeless Shelter
Some interesting findings at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) since yesterday. Tom, the drunkard, is apparently enrolled in a subsidized medical plan, the same program for low income and homeless people (with no more than $2,000 in assets). I suspect that he is also on welfare and food stamps. His derelict buddies are most likely people whom he met while in some kind of drug rehabilitation program. That's why Tom and his cronies look so familiar to me. They look exactly like the worst of the homeless. The story about the huge amount of money that he had made after selling his alleged property in Hawai'i Kai is a lie. That's one of the many stories that Tom told the resident culinary artist (term used loosely) in order to schmooze the fool. Tom is a fraud.
Tom has moved some of the furniture from upstairs into the first floor common area, no doubt to make room for his derelict buddy. By the way, I have seen Tom's buddy rummaging through both the trash can and recycling bin at Slob Manor. Unlike Tom, his derelict buddy does own a "piece of shit" vehicle. Its safety check sticker has expired, so I assume that the vehicle is uninsured. Yet, both Tom and his buddy go "joy riding" while in an inebriated state. Losers!
This morning, I chatted with my homeless buddy at the fast food joint (represented by a clown named "Jack") in town while sipping a cup of free coffee. My homeless buddy is still trying to persuade me to apply for residency at the Next Step homeless shelter. Heck, I already reside in a homeless shelter. Sheesh! My homeless buddy also gave me a few valuable pointers about camping on the streets in a minivan (or equivalent). Very relevant, actually.
I am not sleeping well again. Now, I am driven to insomnia by the money sink that the detestable "condotel" unit has become. I am rapidly approaching the breaking point concerning money and finances. I just don't have that much time left on the planet. Continuing to be enslaved in one fashion or another is no longer tolerable. Any loss, just to get rid of the dump, is worth it. Well, at least I restored my extreme monk haircut.
Tom has moved some of the furniture from upstairs into the first floor common area, no doubt to make room for his derelict buddy. By the way, I have seen Tom's buddy rummaging through both the trash can and recycling bin at Slob Manor. Unlike Tom, his derelict buddy does own a "piece of shit" vehicle. Its safety check sticker has expired, so I assume that the vehicle is uninsured. Yet, both Tom and his buddy go "joy riding" while in an inebriated state. Losers!
This morning, I chatted with my homeless buddy at the fast food joint (represented by a clown named "Jack") in town while sipping a cup of free coffee. My homeless buddy is still trying to persuade me to apply for residency at the Next Step homeless shelter. Heck, I already reside in a homeless shelter. Sheesh! My homeless buddy also gave me a few valuable pointers about camping on the streets in a minivan (or equivalent). Very relevant, actually.
I am not sleeping well again. Now, I am driven to insomnia by the money sink that the detestable "condotel" unit has become. I am rapidly approaching the breaking point concerning money and finances. I just don't have that much time left on the planet. Continuing to be enslaved in one fashion or another is no longer tolerable. Any loss, just to get rid of the dump, is worth it. Well, at least I restored my extreme monk haircut.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Tom Foolery (Reprise)
Yesterday afternoon at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I chatted with Alan concerning Tom's alcoholic buddy. From all indications, he has moved in upstairs with Tom. And, he has been brazen enough to park his "piece of shit" automobile in the driveway. Tom and his buddy spend all day and night upstairs, drinking cheap booze, strumming (not playing) a guitar while singing off-key, staggering around, watching the tube, and frolicking together. Oddly, they do not seem to tire of each other's company. I am suspecting that there's more to the friendship than cheap booze. All that in the face of a threatened rent increase by the landlord.
I really don't know whether Alan will forward the information to the landlord or not. And, Tom is quite shrewd. He quickly identified who would most likely "squeal" on him to the landlord. So, he has been heavily schmoozing the resident culinary artist (term used loosely). The latter has essentially been disarmed. What neither Alan or the culinary artist realizes is that we are subsidizing both Tom and his alcoholic homeless buddy.
I ran into my homeless buddy at the public library. As usual, he filled me in about the latest nonsense at the Next Step homeless shelter. He also verified my observation that there has been a significant increase in the homeless population within the last two weeks. My homeless buddy is an honorable guy. He deserves much better than what he has. Yet, he remains humble in the face of adversity. Contrast that to "useless eaters" like Tom and his alcoholic freeloading buddy. Who really deserves to be out on the streets?
I really don't know whether Alan will forward the information to the landlord or not. And, Tom is quite shrewd. He quickly identified who would most likely "squeal" on him to the landlord. So, he has been heavily schmoozing the resident culinary artist (term used loosely). The latter has essentially been disarmed. What neither Alan or the culinary artist realizes is that we are subsidizing both Tom and his alcoholic homeless buddy.
I ran into my homeless buddy at the public library. As usual, he filled me in about the latest nonsense at the Next Step homeless shelter. He also verified my observation that there has been a significant increase in the homeless population within the last two weeks. My homeless buddy is an honorable guy. He deserves much better than what he has. Yet, he remains humble in the face of adversity. Contrast that to "useless eaters" like Tom and his alcoholic freeloading buddy. Who really deserves to be out on the streets?
Monday, February 25, 2013
Barriers to Freedom
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. I brought along a picture of moms and I at the airport about 20 to 25 years ago. That's the only family photograph that I possessed. Other pictures were long returned to the family picture archive (actually just a cardboard box in moms' closet). The lone photograph will also be deposited in the archive. Next time, I will retrieve a recent photograph of moms from the archive. I will purchase a small frame for it. And, it will remain in my possession for the rest of my life. Otherwise, nothing to report.
I am actually quite perturbed. I received e-mail from Debbie, my realtor. There seems to be some minor interest in the detestable "condotel" unit. So, I may be close to realizing the $38,000 "haircut" upon sale. What is more disturbing is that the "condotel" management has told a prospective buyer that there will be a $20,000 assessment per unit in August. I am surmising that the alleged assessment is for the remodeling cost for each unit. What a ripoff! The unit is not even 300 square-feet in area. And, why is the management disclosing such information to an outsider when none of the owners have even been told anything?
I am really looking forward to exiting the so-called "ownership society." Small-time "owners" like myself are, in actuality, slaves. We may have exclusive right to "owned" property, but we never fully own anything outright. We must continue to pay more and more money for fees and taxes even after the receiving the title to the property. No payment, then the property is confiscated. True ownership for peons only includes petty items (i.e., useless gadgets, assorted junk). Yes, I anticipate the day that I can say, "Good-bye, and good riddance!"
"Ownership" is a barrier to freedom. Only the affluent class can afford to be owners and be free concurrently. Attempting to emulate the affluent class with only chump change is foolhardy at best. In any case, "ownership" is really just a subset of failed "immortality narratives." As mortal beings, we can own nothing.
I am actually quite perturbed. I received e-mail from Debbie, my realtor. There seems to be some minor interest in the detestable "condotel" unit. So, I may be close to realizing the $38,000 "haircut" upon sale. What is more disturbing is that the "condotel" management has told a prospective buyer that there will be a $20,000 assessment per unit in August. I am surmising that the alleged assessment is for the remodeling cost for each unit. What a ripoff! The unit is not even 300 square-feet in area. And, why is the management disclosing such information to an outsider when none of the owners have even been told anything?
I am really looking forward to exiting the so-called "ownership society." Small-time "owners" like myself are, in actuality, slaves. We may have exclusive right to "owned" property, but we never fully own anything outright. We must continue to pay more and more money for fees and taxes even after the receiving the title to the property. No payment, then the property is confiscated. True ownership for peons only includes petty items (i.e., useless gadgets, assorted junk). Yes, I anticipate the day that I can say, "Good-bye, and good riddance!"
"Ownership" is a barrier to freedom. Only the affluent class can afford to be owners and be free concurrently. Attempting to emulate the affluent class with only chump change is foolhardy at best. In any case, "ownership" is really just a subset of failed "immortality narratives." As mortal beings, we can own nothing.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Post No. 2,492
While I sat outside the coffee shop right around the corner from the gym, I espied the hottie gym trainer walking by. Baby was wearing extremely form-fitting tights. To say that baby is a hottie would be an understatement. No, baby has not come around yet. The coffee was good, though.
The usual Sunday itinerary was followed. Upon return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I performed a few houseboy chores. I also completed the dreaded tax returns. I will be filing them earlier than usual, just to get the paperwork out of the way. Then, I wasted some time looking for more useless crap to divest. Yeah, I know. There's nothing left. Stupid, very stupid.
At the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I perused two books that I am very interested in reading: "Why Does the World Exist?" by Jim Holt and "Why the World Doesn't Seem to Make Sense: An Inquiry into Science, Philosophy, and Perception," by Steve Hagen. The former book delves deeply into the subject of nothingness. Let's hope that I can find the titles at the public library.
The usual Sunday itinerary was followed. Upon return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I performed a few houseboy chores. I also completed the dreaded tax returns. I will be filing them earlier than usual, just to get the paperwork out of the way. Then, I wasted some time looking for more useless crap to divest. Yeah, I know. There's nothing left. Stupid, very stupid.
At the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I perused two books that I am very interested in reading: "Why Does the World Exist?" by Jim Holt and "Why the World Doesn't Seem to Make Sense: An Inquiry into Science, Philosophy, and Perception," by Steve Hagen. The former book delves deeply into the subject of nothingness. Let's hope that I can find the titles at the public library.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Homeless Connect (Reprise)
This morning, I enjoyed a free cup of coffee at a different fast food joint (represented by a clown named "Jack") in town, thanks to a coupon that I had clipped. The coffee was good. However, I realized that ambiance is even more important. The dining area was nearly empty, and it was fairly quiet. Contrast that to the fast food joint in Kahala, which is staffed almost entirely by obese Micronesians. The dining area is always full of senior citizens, and the order counter is always besieged by long lines of people. Very noisy, very hectic. Last week, I was privy to witness one of the senior citizens, a little old lady, with a continence problem.
Same ol' day shit. My evening outing was cut short because I could not locate a vacant chair at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. No big deal. I am sure that I will be back there tomorrow. The good part is that I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) just before a big downpour.
Ford® Transit Connect
I have been thinking again about replacing the truck with all-purpose homeless vehicle (APHV) (pictured above). Yeah, I could probably use it as a mobile home. A lot of the homeless have come up with different strategies to circumvent shelter residency, according to my homeless buddy. For example, he knows of two homeless guys who are living in their rented storage units (at the same mini-storage depot that he utilizes). Why can't I just park the APHV in a parking structure and sleep in it?
On a side note, I have not heard anything yet about the rent increase from the Slob Manor landlord. Tom, the drunkard, has been allowing one or two of his alcoholic buddies to stay with him nearly every day (i.e., six of seven days per week). They spend all day and all night in a drunken stupor. Tom's liver is a lot more resilient than I thought. I had hoped that he would have been deceased by now. I really would like to help him put himself out of his misery.
Same ol' day shit. My evening outing was cut short because I could not locate a vacant chair at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. No big deal. I am sure that I will be back there tomorrow. The good part is that I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) just before a big downpour.
I have been thinking again about replacing the truck with all-purpose homeless vehicle (APHV) (pictured above). Yeah, I could probably use it as a mobile home. A lot of the homeless have come up with different strategies to circumvent shelter residency, according to my homeless buddy. For example, he knows of two homeless guys who are living in their rented storage units (at the same mini-storage depot that he utilizes). Why can't I just park the APHV in a parking structure and sleep in it?
On a side note, I have not heard anything yet about the rent increase from the Slob Manor landlord. Tom, the drunkard, has been allowing one or two of his alcoholic buddies to stay with him nearly every day (i.e., six of seven days per week). They spend all day and all night in a drunken stupor. Tom's liver is a lot more resilient than I thought. I had hoped that he would have been deceased by now. I really would like to help him put himself out of his misery.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Zombie Freedom (Reprise)
The days keep slipping by, yet I am in no way motivated to accomplish much. In a few short years, I will cease to exist. I will vanish into nothingness. My consciousness will be extinguished. Not even my own end seems to motivate me. Sometimes I wonder why I no longer go out of my way to share the vast knowledge that I have acquired. I am no longer willing to help or advise anyone unless it's a simple computer problem. My knowledge is useless anyway, most of it being part of the failed paradigms of "civilization." My more recent knowledge is of no interest to anyone either. I would only generate extreme animosity because I would be perceived as attacking the flawed beliefs that people hold dear to themselves.
So, I keep to myself. I say nothing that could be misconstrued as anything of substance. Humanity has lost its way, and I certainly do not want to be an enabler of the outcome. My only concern is freedom, and how I will attain the latter with minimal opportunity costs. Heck, is that even possible?
Freedom remains my main priority, but I have no idea about how to attain the goal short of death itself. Surely, there is the possibility that a mere peon can find freedom, true emancipation from all forms of slavery (except mortality, of course). Surely? Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My sister-in-law and nephew have already returned from the mainland. Otherwise, nothing to report.
So, I keep to myself. I say nothing that could be misconstrued as anything of substance. Humanity has lost its way, and I certainly do not want to be an enabler of the outcome. My only concern is freedom, and how I will attain the latter with minimal opportunity costs. Heck, is that even possible?
Freedom remains my main priority, but I have no idea about how to attain the goal short of death itself. Surely, there is the possibility that a mere peon can find freedom, true emancipation from all forms of slavery (except mortality, of course). Surely? Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My sister-in-law and nephew have already returned from the mainland. Otherwise, nothing to report.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Zombie Peonage
At the public library, I read selected chapters from the book, "The Fine Print: How Big Companies Use 'Plain English' to Rob You Blind," by David Cay Johnston. Interesting reading, especially about zombie banks and financial institutions, but keep a big-ass bottle of cheap booze handy. Also, lock up your 9mm semi-automatic pistol and throw away the key to prevent the possibility of a homicidal rampage.
Lots of coverage of the Jodi Arias trial in Arizona. I have seen bits and pieces on at least one of the widescreen LCD tubes at the gym. By the way, I still stand by my modest assessment of January 29th in the "blog." I will admit that, upon observing Arias as she appears in court, there is just a total disconnect to the sheer butchery that baby allegedly perpetrated. Arias has admitted to committing the heinous crime, but the disconnect just cannot be abated. There are also a number of fan sites popping up, the most notable being Jodi Arias Is Innocent.
My mind is still on some kind of vacation. No progress with anything. I am just waiting to sell the detestable "condotel" unit and take a $38,000 "haircut." And, after my $244 dental appointment yesterday, I am numb. Money is disappearing rapidly. And, unlike anyone else, I have nothing to show for it. Not even a shitty "smartphone."
Finally, there are hella new homeless. So many new faces daily. I have a feeling that nearly everyone is on a perpetual spending binge. They just keep spending, even after becoming unemployed, until the money runs out. Then, homelessness. Mind you, most of the rank-and-file peons are working two or three wage slave jobs in Hawai'i. The loss of one of those jobs puts the peon out on the street within a few days. And, even then, the spending keeps on going.
Lots of coverage of the Jodi Arias trial in Arizona. I have seen bits and pieces on at least one of the widescreen LCD tubes at the gym. By the way, I still stand by my modest assessment of January 29th in the "blog." I will admit that, upon observing Arias as she appears in court, there is just a total disconnect to the sheer butchery that baby allegedly perpetrated. Arias has admitted to committing the heinous crime, but the disconnect just cannot be abated. There are also a number of fan sites popping up, the most notable being Jodi Arias Is Innocent.
My mind is still on some kind of vacation. No progress with anything. I am just waiting to sell the detestable "condotel" unit and take a $38,000 "haircut." And, after my $244 dental appointment yesterday, I am numb. Money is disappearing rapidly. And, unlike anyone else, I have nothing to show for it. Not even a shitty "smartphone."
Finally, there are hella new homeless. So many new faces daily. I have a feeling that nearly everyone is on a perpetual spending binge. They just keep spending, even after becoming unemployed, until the money runs out. Then, homelessness. Mind you, most of the rank-and-file peons are working two or three wage slave jobs in Hawai'i. The loss of one of those jobs puts the peon out on the street within a few days. And, even then, the spending keeps on going.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Bedbug Fodder
Another mediocre cup of coffee at the fast food joint in Kahala this morning preceded my visit to the dentist office. I consented to full x-ray scans and received much better treatment than last time. Well, at $244 for the visit, I would expect as much. Money talks, eh? Supposedly, my teeth are fine.
At the public library, I ran into my homeless buddy. He had an appointment with a doctor earlier for the treatment of multiple bedbug bites. Apparently, the bedbug bites are all over his body, including his scalp. One of the wounds on his upper arm became severely infected, which is why he needed medical attention. The Next Step homeless shelter is completely infested with bedbugs. The shelter personnel are perpetually fumigating the premises, but only one section at a time, if that even makes any sense.
I completed reading the book, "Planet Without Apes," by Craig Stanford. One has to wonder who the real savages are. Of course, we already know the answer. Humans treat everybody, every lifeform, and everything like shit.
My mind is kind of "fried," what with the latest nonsense that I have had to tolerate. So, deep thoughts are out for now. Just a few observations, though. The stock market made a modest correction upon the hint of a possible reduction in money "printing" by the empire's central bank. Gold dropped precipitously below $1,600 per ounce. And, there have been more rumblings about a bond market collapse. What to do ... what to do ...
At the public library, I ran into my homeless buddy. He had an appointment with a doctor earlier for the treatment of multiple bedbug bites. Apparently, the bedbug bites are all over his body, including his scalp. One of the wounds on his upper arm became severely infected, which is why he needed medical attention. The Next Step homeless shelter is completely infested with bedbugs. The shelter personnel are perpetually fumigating the premises, but only one section at a time, if that even makes any sense.
I completed reading the book, "Planet Without Apes," by Craig Stanford. One has to wonder who the real savages are. Of course, we already know the answer. Humans treat everybody, every lifeform, and everything like shit.
My mind is kind of "fried," what with the latest nonsense that I have had to tolerate. So, deep thoughts are out for now. Just a few observations, though. The stock market made a modest correction upon the hint of a possible reduction in money "printing" by the empire's central bank. Gold dropped precipitously below $1,600 per ounce. And, there have been more rumblings about a bond market collapse. What to do ... what to do ...
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Fodder Fodder (Again)
This morning, I slipped up and gave in to the temptation of coffee time at the fast food joint in Kahala. The experience was substandard. The coffee was mediocre. When will I ever learn? Then, I ran into my homeless buddy at the public library. He mentioned that one or two of the security guards at the Next Step homeless shelter were arrested just after clocking out from the night shift. Drug dealing to the homeless, apparently. My homeless buddy has a doctor's appointment tomorrow for treatment of bedbug bites. Otherwise, same ol' shit.
I met with Debbie, my realtor, at the coffee shop this evening in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. The detestable "condotel" has been listed again. Debbie filled me in about the state of the housing market here, in particular "condotel" units. Pretty dismal, I'm afraid. Well, at least the dump is listed for sale. We'll see what happens next. Naturally, I spent the rest of the time at the bookstore.
The tablet computer has been restored to normal functioning, at least for now. I am, however, very disappointed. Surprisingly, Ubuntu is actively developing both a "smartphone" and tablet computer operating systems. Looks pretty impressive. Sadly, I may have to eventually switch over.
I met with Debbie, my realtor, at the coffee shop this evening in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. The detestable "condotel" has been listed again. Debbie filled me in about the state of the housing market here, in particular "condotel" units. Pretty dismal, I'm afraid. Well, at least the dump is listed for sale. We'll see what happens next. Naturally, I spent the rest of the time at the bookstore.
The tablet computer has been restored to normal functioning, at least for now. I am, however, very disappointed. Surprisingly, Ubuntu is actively developing both a "smartphone" and tablet computer operating systems. Looks pretty impressive. Sadly, I may have to eventually switch over.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Emperor's Day 2013
No time for holidays. Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan told me that the landlord will be increasing our rent because the utility bills have skyrocketed. Yeah, I know. Absurd.
A few minutes later, I discovered that I could not power up the tablet computer. According to what I could discern, the battery was being reported as dead. Odd, since I fully charged it last night while I was viewing the flick, "Total Recall," on the free streaming movie site that my homeless buddy had told me about. Great flick, by the way. The tablet computer spontaneously powered up about twenty minutes into the charging cycle. The battery monitor indicated a completely dead battery. Say what?
I left the tablet computer attached to its charger in my squalid room prior to embarking on my evening outing. From all indications, the tablet computer was seemingly "fried." Fortunately, I had the second tablet computer safely stored for use as a backup device. Although the second tablet computer accompanied me on the journey, it was not deployed.
Long story short, I used one of the display models of the bookstore's branded tablet computers to search the on-line forums. As to be expected, the operating system (OS) upgrade of just two weeks ago is the culprit. More regressions and some kind of bug concerning power management. When will it end? I purchased a hot cup of Earl Grey tea to soothe my nerves. Very enjoyable, I might add.
When I returned to Slob Manor, I found the tablet computer fully charged in standby mode. Thus, I am completing the "blog" as we speak. I had contemplated the hasty purchase of another tablet computer, one with the robotic name for its OS. As much as I don't particularly care for that OS, I know that it is more functional than what I am using now. So, one of my useless possessions betrayed me and wasted more of my precious time. Sheesh!
A few minutes later, I discovered that I could not power up the tablet computer. According to what I could discern, the battery was being reported as dead. Odd, since I fully charged it last night while I was viewing the flick, "Total Recall," on the free streaming movie site that my homeless buddy had told me about. Great flick, by the way. The tablet computer spontaneously powered up about twenty minutes into the charging cycle. The battery monitor indicated a completely dead battery. Say what?
I left the tablet computer attached to its charger in my squalid room prior to embarking on my evening outing. From all indications, the tablet computer was seemingly "fried." Fortunately, I had the second tablet computer safely stored for use as a backup device. Although the second tablet computer accompanied me on the journey, it was not deployed.
Long story short, I used one of the display models of the bookstore's branded tablet computers to search the on-line forums. As to be expected, the operating system (OS) upgrade of just two weeks ago is the culprit. More regressions and some kind of bug concerning power management. When will it end? I purchased a hot cup of Earl Grey tea to soothe my nerves. Very enjoyable, I might add.
When I returned to Slob Manor, I found the tablet computer fully charged in standby mode. Thus, I am completing the "blog" as we speak. I had contemplated the hasty purchase of another tablet computer, one with the robotic name for its OS. As much as I don't particularly care for that OS, I know that it is more functional than what I am using now. So, one of my useless possessions betrayed me and wasted more of my precious time. Sheesh!
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Orphan
Same ol' Sunday shit. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I observed that the front door was open. Alan, Tom, and the resident culinary artist (term used loosely) were deeply engaged in a conspiracy theory discussion. Naturally, I did not join in. Rather, I performed a few random chores in my squalid room. Another day wasted. How much time do I have left before I am a decrepit senior citizen? How long before I am gone?
I haven't spoken to any of the Slob Manor residents in months. Sometimes I don't even bother to acknowledge their existence. The rift is increasing, and that pleases me. I no longer desire to develop social ties. Too much information is exchanged in the process. The less people know about me, the better it is. And, I don't particularly care to know about other people or listen to their opinions.
I have also stopped mentioning anything to moms. I am now down to an extremely basic level of obligation, much the same as with my bro's family. Family ties are always a source of contention. As long as I present myself as superficially as possible, there will be no problems. Whenever my obligation is deemed completed, I will provide an equally superficial farewell and disappear. I will become a family of one. An orphan.
And, what about the "blog"? There are only a handful of readers left. Why, I don't know. Nonetheless, few people have met me in person, and even fewer ever will. Thus, I am essentially talking to myself. Not much can come of that, thank Molech.
By the way, here's an interesting tidbit from the [deleted] site:
I haven't spoken to any of the Slob Manor residents in months. Sometimes I don't even bother to acknowledge their existence. The rift is increasing, and that pleases me. I no longer desire to develop social ties. Too much information is exchanged in the process. The less people know about me, the better it is. And, I don't particularly care to know about other people or listen to their opinions.
I have also stopped mentioning anything to moms. I am now down to an extremely basic level of obligation, much the same as with my bro's family. Family ties are always a source of contention. As long as I present myself as superficially as possible, there will be no problems. Whenever my obligation is deemed completed, I will provide an equally superficial farewell and disappear. I will become a family of one. An orphan.
And, what about the "blog"? There are only a handful of readers left. Why, I don't know. Nonetheless, few people have met me in person, and even fewer ever will. Thus, I am essentially talking to myself. Not much can come of that, thank Molech.
By the way, here's an interesting tidbit from the [deleted] site:
A Fact Sheet from the Schwartz Center for Economic Policy Analysis (SCEPA) at The New School reports that in 2010, 58 million Americans ages 50-64 were likely not to have enough retirement assets to maintain their current standard of living when they reached their mid-60s. According to SCEPA’s figures, for those with incomes below the 50th percentile (individuals earning less than $27,468), the median retirement account balance was zero. This means that more than 50 percent have no retirement savings.That's everyday life in the empire. Sheesh!
Among those aged 50-64, 77 percent in the bottom 25th percentile (incomes of $0 to $10,800) and 66 percent of those in the 25-50th percentile (incomes of $10,801 to $27,468) had no retirement savings whatsoever.
The Boston College researchers found that among those ages 55 to 64 who had managed to save, the median retirement balance was only $120,000. This amount would only be enough to fund an annuity paying about $575 a month, far short of what the average retiree would need in addition to Social Security to maintain a pre-retirement standard of living.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Post No. 2,484
The public library, the only free roaming area for the homeless and losers, is closed for the entire weekend to celebrate Emperor's Day. So, I went shopping in the Ala Moana area. I didn't purchase anything. I was, however, privy to witness some of the most animalistic forms of hoarding. The spectacle was nothing short of disgusting. Lots of obese slobs. Lots of homeless derelicts. Lots of rudeness and stupidity. At least I was able to complete my usual agenda. I also submitted my truck to the farcical "safety check" early this morning at a petrol station in Kahala. As to be expected, the dump was staffed with unfriendly and indifferent mechanics.
I am still undecided about the divestiture of Ernest Becker's book, "The Denial of Death." Can you believe it? I am unlikely to keep reading the book over and over again. Neither do I plan to quote from it. I am already convinced of Becker's arguments. In fact, I am in the intermediate stages of "unrepression" as we speak. That's why I have been making numerous references to death and mortality in the "blog." Heck, I may need the book should I become homeless, though.
Finally, I have been viewing the flick, "The DaVinci Code," on our favorite free movie site. The flick is almost three hours in length, so I have been viewing it in installments. Brings back old memories of my lengthy religious research. So far, the flick has been very entertaining. Sometimes a good diversion is necessary.
I am still undecided about the divestiture of Ernest Becker's book, "The Denial of Death." Can you believe it? I am unlikely to keep reading the book over and over again. Neither do I plan to quote from it. I am already convinced of Becker's arguments. In fact, I am in the intermediate stages of "unrepression" as we speak. That's why I have been making numerous references to death and mortality in the "blog." Heck, I may need the book should I become homeless, though.
Finally, I have been viewing the flick, "The DaVinci Code," on our favorite free movie site. The flick is almost three hours in length, so I have been viewing it in installments. Brings back old memories of my lengthy religious research. So far, the flick has been very entertaining. Sometimes a good diversion is necessary.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Liberation
Lots of anxiety. My whole existence is analogous to an inmate in prison. That's exactly how I felt when I resided in the detestable "condotel" unit (fondly known as "Quagmire Prison"). Nothing has changed since then. I still feel incarcerated. The feeling is, of course, natural in an "ownership society." There are few free roaming areas. For the most part, we are forced to remain in our prison cells ... errr, homes. We delude ourselves into believing that security and comfort are the reasons. Yet, outside the prison cell, where can we go without trespassing or loitering on "private property"? Even public spaces are no longer "public." No wonder people are going stir crazy.
Thus, we can observe that most of the rank-and-file peons have escaped into a virtual world through computers and "smartphones." Or, they spend every penny of their wage slavery earnings on myriad junk, cheap booze, or illicit drugs. An increasing minority finds refuge in killing and maiming. When the money runs out, though, game over!
The entire planet is a collage of prison camps. Prison planet. The only freedom is death itself. Money can buy a limited amount of freedom, pretty much vacuous at best. Once the discerning eye is able to see through the veneer of the farce, there's no turning back. The harsh reality is enough to drive select people to homicidal rampages. They become "liberators," offering freedom through death to their victims.
Death comes soon enough. Why can't we humans leave it at that? It's the anxiety, the pathology of imprisonment. The hopelessness, the despair, the precious time wasted waiting for a parole that never comes. And, why would it? No one is going to commute our death sentence. Although, someone may choose to "liberate" us sooner.
Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I deposited the electronic restraining device (ERD) in the trash can without fanfare. The ERD has been "liberated."
Thus, we can observe that most of the rank-and-file peons have escaped into a virtual world through computers and "smartphones." Or, they spend every penny of their wage slavery earnings on myriad junk, cheap booze, or illicit drugs. An increasing minority finds refuge in killing and maiming. When the money runs out, though, game over!
The entire planet is a collage of prison camps. Prison planet. The only freedom is death itself. Money can buy a limited amount of freedom, pretty much vacuous at best. Once the discerning eye is able to see through the veneer of the farce, there's no turning back. The harsh reality is enough to drive select people to homicidal rampages. They become "liberators," offering freedom through death to their victims.
Death comes soon enough. Why can't we humans leave it at that? It's the anxiety, the pathology of imprisonment. The hopelessness, the despair, the precious time wasted waiting for a parole that never comes. And, why would it? No one is going to commute our death sentence. Although, someone may choose to "liberate" us sooner.
Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I deposited the electronic restraining device (ERD) in the trash can without fanfare. The ERD has been "liberated."
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Exfoliation
My morning visit to the fast food joint in Kahala has become unpleasant. The counter staff, with the exception of one person, is indifferent to customers. The whole dining area is always filled with senior citizens. It's a food assembly line combined with a senior citizen recreation center. And, the coffee doesn't taste good anymore. Thus, I have decided that I will no longer frequent the establishment. Obviously, I will also be curtailing my coffee consumption.
After my experience yesterday with the indifferent administrative staff at the health clinic in Waikiki, I have become less tolerant of poor attitudes. The problem is twofold. First, the wage slaves are upset that they don't earn enough money to "live high on the hog." Second, they tend to treat people badly whom they consider to be below them. Petty class wars. I have absolutely no time for such nonsense.
By the way, I am absolutely certain that there is no way to pull off the ruse to obtain admittance to the Next Step homeless shelter. Well, I may be able to bluff my way in, but my investment accounts would be quickly discovered through a routine credit check. Then, I would be evicted. My homeless buddy has been able to pull off the ruse because he has about $10,000 in savings maximum, much of which is hidden from discovery in a bank safe deposit box. My net worth is over fifty times that amount. I cannot hide my assets, especially the detestable "condotel" unit. So, I am stuck doing the same ol' shit until I am financially broke.
For the record, I have commenced the treatment plan for the skin disorder that initially provoked concerns about skin cancer. Mind you, I am not talking about a couple of spots here and there. There are a couple of hundred small scab-like growths concentrated in clusters. Very disconcerting. So, I will apply the ointment and exfoliate like crazy for a month.
After my experience yesterday with the indifferent administrative staff at the health clinic in Waikiki, I have become less tolerant of poor attitudes. The problem is twofold. First, the wage slaves are upset that they don't earn enough money to "live high on the hog." Second, they tend to treat people badly whom they consider to be below them. Petty class wars. I have absolutely no time for such nonsense.
By the way, I am absolutely certain that there is no way to pull off the ruse to obtain admittance to the Next Step homeless shelter. Well, I may be able to bluff my way in, but my investment accounts would be quickly discovered through a routine credit check. Then, I would be evicted. My homeless buddy has been able to pull off the ruse because he has about $10,000 in savings maximum, much of which is hidden from discovery in a bank safe deposit box. My net worth is over fifty times that amount. I cannot hide my assets, especially the detestable "condotel" unit. So, I am stuck doing the same ol' shit until I am financially broke.
For the record, I have commenced the treatment plan for the skin disorder that initially provoked concerns about skin cancer. Mind you, I am not talking about a couple of spots here and there. There are a couple of hundred small scab-like growths concentrated in clusters. Very disconcerting. So, I will apply the ointment and exfoliate like crazy for a month.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Day at the Clinic (Again)
After following a modified itinerary to accommodate my morning coffee time, I made my way to the health clinic in Waikiki. Things have changed. The waiting area was extremely crowded. The administrative staff was not very friendly. However, my new doctor, her student assistant, and the nursing staff were very friendly and helpful. Skin cancer has been ruled out in favor of clogged hair follicles, at least for now. I will be applying a prescription acne gel on the affected areas. If there is no improvement in a month, then I will have to return to the clinic. The administrative staff reluctantly allowed me to pay on a "sliding scale," albeit the high end. So, my payment was nearly twice as much as my last visit. I spent $57 in total, including the medication. Not bad, actually.
I was somewhat alarmed at the number of people who were waiting at the clinic. About the same number of people were waiting when I departed. My guess is that there is a significant increase in the number of people who require subsidized medical care. In other words, there are more and more impoverished peons. That may also indirectly explain the shenanigans that are going on at the Next Step homeless shelter. I suspect that the underlying motive is to turn over the residents quickly. Move 'em in, then move 'em out. Just like cattle at a slaughterhouse. There are only so many spaces available, while the homeless population is steadily growing. Once again, I will need to shelve the homeless plan. So, why am I still divesting and packing?
The situation is not looking so good for the ol' lavahead. I can only sit and wait until I run out of money. That seems to be the master plan of the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Gradually force all of us into poverty, then homelessness. Yeah, the day at the clinic was truly enlightening.
I was somewhat alarmed at the number of people who were waiting at the clinic. About the same number of people were waiting when I departed. My guess is that there is a significant increase in the number of people who require subsidized medical care. In other words, there are more and more impoverished peons. That may also indirectly explain the shenanigans that are going on at the Next Step homeless shelter. I suspect that the underlying motive is to turn over the residents quickly. Move 'em in, then move 'em out. Just like cattle at a slaughterhouse. There are only so many spaces available, while the homeless population is steadily growing. Once again, I will need to shelve the homeless plan. So, why am I still divesting and packing?
The situation is not looking so good for the ol' lavahead. I can only sit and wait until I run out of money. That seems to be the master plan of the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Gradually force all of us into poverty, then homelessness. Yeah, the day at the clinic was truly enlightening.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Wickedly Strange Times
I ran into,my homeless buddy at the public library this morning. He said that he attended a public meeting yesterday concerning the general homeless situation. Two hours of time ... wasted, he added. The homeless situation has actually not improved, but the lies that are being disseminated to the public are apparently quite sickening. In addition, my homeless buddy said that crime and corruption at the Next Step homeless shelter is increasing. That's what I have to look forward to.
Otherwise, same ol' shit. I procured a couple of cheap and greasy burgers at the fast food joint in Kahala before making my rounds in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I ran into a couple of homeless guys (whom I know) in the bookstore. The homeless are everywhere.
I have been continuing to optimize for homelessness every day. More and more stuff divested, consolidated, or packed away. I am simply one decision away from being homeless. I am expediting the optimization because the end of the month would be the best time to notify the landlord of my intent to vacate Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Oh, yeah. In the locker room at the gym, the tube was blaring away with the latest court testimony from Jodi Arias. The trial is becoming more bizarre by the day. Then, there was news about Chris Dorner, the rogue cop who embarked on a homicidal vendetta in Cali a few days ago. Dorner has become somewhat of a legend, mostly because his dismissal from the police force is overly suspicious. Arias and Dorner make for some strange cultural heroics. Alas, these are wickedly strange times.
Otherwise, same ol' shit. I procured a couple of cheap and greasy burgers at the fast food joint in Kahala before making my rounds in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I ran into a couple of homeless guys (whom I know) in the bookstore. The homeless are everywhere.
I have been continuing to optimize for homelessness every day. More and more stuff divested, consolidated, or packed away. I am simply one decision away from being homeless. I am expediting the optimization because the end of the month would be the best time to notify the landlord of my intent to vacate Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Oh, yeah. In the locker room at the gym, the tube was blaring away with the latest court testimony from Jodi Arias. The trial is becoming more bizarre by the day. Then, there was news about Chris Dorner, the rogue cop who embarked on a homicidal vendetta in Cali a few days ago. Dorner has become somewhat of a legend, mostly because his dismissal from the police force is overly suspicious. Arias and Dorner make for some strange cultural heroics. Alas, these are wickedly strange times.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Tidbits ... Interrupted Again
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. I have been spending a lot more money lately, more than what would be deemed prudent. I don't know. The global bond market is nearing collapse. The stock market is now a huge "bubble," just ripe to implode. Greed and fraud have gone rabid. Stupidity abounds. The currency war is full-on with Japan and now Venezuela leading the race to the bottom with drastic devaluations. And, on a personal level with the possibility of having skin cancer, I have given way to whim. Our definition of life has become entirely meaningless.
The detestable "condotel" unit will be relisted at an asking price which will yield a $38,000 loss at the least. I am prepared to take the loss just to get out before the entire global economy collapses. We are vastly approaching the point where no amount of money "printing" is going to save the "system."
I was able to secure an appointment at the health clinic in Waikiki on Wednesday. My assigned doctor is no longer there, so I will be examined by someone else. If the initial diagnosis is skin cancer, whether benign or malignant, I will subsequently be taking a couple of unrelated drastic steps. First, I will secure physical possession of an undetermined, albeit significant, amount of gold bars. Second, I will expedite my transition to homelessness. I have also reassigned the status of the new (unused) gym bag to luggage. It is now partially packed. And, I have decided to discard the leaky electronic restraining device (ERD) immediately. The acquisition of a 9mm semi-automatic pistol is still "up in the air."
The detestable "condotel" unit will be relisted at an asking price which will yield a $38,000 loss at the least. I am prepared to take the loss just to get out before the entire global economy collapses. We are vastly approaching the point where no amount of money "printing" is going to save the "system."
I was able to secure an appointment at the health clinic in Waikiki on Wednesday. My assigned doctor is no longer there, so I will be examined by someone else. If the initial diagnosis is skin cancer, whether benign or malignant, I will subsequently be taking a couple of unrelated drastic steps. First, I will secure physical possession of an undetermined, albeit significant, amount of gold bars. Second, I will expedite my transition to homelessness. I have also reassigned the status of the new (unused) gym bag to luggage. It is now partially packed. And, I have decided to discard the leaky electronic restraining device (ERD) immediately. The acquisition of a 9mm semi-automatic pistol is still "up in the air."
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Skin Cancer?
Same ol' Sunday shit. I also ran into a couple of old acquaintances (Tim and Glen) and chatted briefly. That's the extent of my social life. Later, I stopped off at the fast food joint in Aina Haina to procure an ice cream cone. And, of course, I embarked on the usual evening outing. I treated myself to an expensive coffee drink at the bookstore.
I finally contacted Debbie, my realtor. Apparently, the detestable "condotel" unit hasn't even been listed in over a year. My fault for not being more vigilant. Selling the property needs to be the main priority. There's another real estate "bubble" inflating in Hawai'i, and I need to capitalize on it.
Well, I have been putting off most of my personal affairs as we all know. One issue concerns the old man spots on both my rear deltoids and now on my back below the neck. The spots look like small scabs, but they never heal. They are skin tumors, not old man spots. I put off doing anything about it, so the tumors have spread. Offhand, I would venture to guess that I have skin cancer, and have had it for several years. Obviously, I am somewhat chagrined. Another appointment with the health clinic is certainly in order.
I am not going to make any kind of wild self-diagnosis. The skin tumors are either benign or malignant. I don't know. Most likely, a biopsy will be required. My own stupidity, of course, is to blame. I spent way too much time in the sun without suitable protection when I was younger. I have avoided direct sun exposure for over five years now, but that did little to undo the past. There is one lesson to be learned: no sense in living prophylactically unless that has been consistent over a lifetime. And, even then, fate has a way of really fucking things up.
I finally contacted Debbie, my realtor. Apparently, the detestable "condotel" unit hasn't even been listed in over a year. My fault for not being more vigilant. Selling the property needs to be the main priority. There's another real estate "bubble" inflating in Hawai'i, and I need to capitalize on it.
Well, I have been putting off most of my personal affairs as we all know. One issue concerns the old man spots on both my rear deltoids and now on my back below the neck. The spots look like small scabs, but they never heal. They are skin tumors, not old man spots. I put off doing anything about it, so the tumors have spread. Offhand, I would venture to guess that I have skin cancer, and have had it for several years. Obviously, I am somewhat chagrined. Another appointment with the health clinic is certainly in order.
I am not going to make any kind of wild self-diagnosis. The skin tumors are either benign or malignant. I don't know. Most likely, a biopsy will be required. My own stupidity, of course, is to blame. I spent way too much time in the sun without suitable protection when I was younger. I have avoided direct sun exposure for over five years now, but that did little to undo the past. There is one lesson to be learned: no sense in living prophylactically unless that has been consistent over a lifetime. And, even then, fate has a way of really fucking things up.
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Trance ... Interrupted
The makeshift "sound conditioner" is an "epic fail." It could barely mask out all of the banging and slamming perpetrated by the resident culinary artist (term used loosely) at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 5:30am. I wasted time and money on nothing, although it does function just as good as the genuine, albeit expensive, "sound conditioner."
I ran into my homeless buddy at the public library this morning. I assisted him with a couple of minor computer problems. I also gave him a flash drive, one of two that contained the remnants of the former massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). Naturally, I deleted the contents first. I have one remaining flash drive in my possession. Later, he and I walked to the gym to perform our respective workouts.
Sometime this afternoon, I snapped out of the trance that I have been in for several days. I was getting caught up in the zombie life-style so prevalent in the "mainstream." Everyone is walking around with shit-eating grins plastered on their faces. Even the homeless. Too many antidepressants? Too much "positive thinking"? Too much cheap booze or illicit drugs? I really don't know.
So much nonsense is going down. Only that rogue cop in Cali and I seem to understand the truth. Unfortunately, my counterpart decided to launch a homicidal vendetta. Sometimes I, too, would like to use a semi-automatic weapon to wipe the shit-eating grins off of the faces of the myriad zombies.
For now, though, I've had it with the living situation (term used loosely) at Slob Manor. The psychosis, the ignorance, the sheer stupidity, the poor behavior, it's over the top. The latest developments are intolerable, an insult to my intelligence. In other words, it's time for me to pack it in.
I ran into my homeless buddy at the public library this morning. I assisted him with a couple of minor computer problems. I also gave him a flash drive, one of two that contained the remnants of the former massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). Naturally, I deleted the contents first. I have one remaining flash drive in my possession. Later, he and I walked to the gym to perform our respective workouts.
Sometime this afternoon, I snapped out of the trance that I have been in for several days. I was getting caught up in the zombie life-style so prevalent in the "mainstream." Everyone is walking around with shit-eating grins plastered on their faces. Even the homeless. Too many antidepressants? Too much "positive thinking"? Too much cheap booze or illicit drugs? I really don't know.
So much nonsense is going down. Only that rogue cop in Cali and I seem to understand the truth. Unfortunately, my counterpart decided to launch a homicidal vendetta. Sometimes I, too, would like to use a semi-automatic weapon to wipe the shit-eating grins off of the faces of the myriad zombies.
For now, though, I've had it with the living situation (term used loosely) at Slob Manor. The psychosis, the ignorance, the sheer stupidity, the poor behavior, it's over the top. The latest developments are intolerable, an insult to my intelligence. In other words, it's time for me to pack it in.
Friday, February 08, 2013
Optimized for Homelessness
Well, the earbuds that were packaged with the cheap radio was defective. So, I was not able to deploy the device as a "sound conditioner." The radio is functioning fine, although the main drawback is that it runs on batteries. Unfortunately, I was privy to a 5:30am extended cooking session courtesy the resident culinary artist (term used loosely). I had to grin and bear it, so to speak.
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Upon return to the dump known as Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered a bank check lying around. Apparently, the drunkard Tom owes only $900 rent per month for the entire second floor. And, he doesn't even pay his own rent. Someone named Adrian in Cali wrote out the check. No wonder the fool has infinite money for cheap booze. I was somewhat perturbed.
Once at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I procured a cheap pair of "sound isolation" earbuds that are similar to the one that I use with the tablet computer. That, of course, was the main problem with the expensive "sound conditioner" (aside from its intermittent operation). The cheaper earbuds allow all the ambient noise to flow in as well. I should be "good to go" tonight.
Aside from that, I am continuing minor divestitures of useless crap. Nothing worthy of mention, although I will be completely optimized for homelessness very soon. What does that all mean? I really don't know.
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Upon return to the dump known as Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered a bank check lying around. Apparently, the drunkard Tom owes only $900 rent per month for the entire second floor. And, he doesn't even pay his own rent. Someone named Adrian in Cali wrote out the check. No wonder the fool has infinite money for cheap booze. I was somewhat perturbed.
Once at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I procured a cheap pair of "sound isolation" earbuds that are similar to the one that I use with the tablet computer. That, of course, was the main problem with the expensive "sound conditioner" (aside from its intermittent operation). The cheaper earbuds allow all the ambient noise to flow in as well. I should be "good to go" tonight.
Aside from that, I am continuing minor divestitures of useless crap. Nothing worthy of mention, although I will be completely optimized for homelessness very soon. What does that all mean? I really don't know.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Psychotic Fodder
Well, I am down to about four hours of sleep at night. The noise, the insanity, the idiots at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), all unbearable. The foam earplugs are no longer effective. I have already chronicled a sampling of the rampant psychopathology evident within the walls of the dump. We have to understand that the multi-dimensional prison construct of society only fosters mental illness. We have been self-domesticated in a zoo of our own making.
Lack of sleep left me less cognizant than usual. I attempted to lapse into a coma in the inner courtyard of the public library, but the morning dose of coffee thwarted my plans. I was only able close my burning eyes and relax. Essentially, I was wasting precious time. Even my workout at the gym was subpar.
Sleep is essential, especially for senior citizens. However, most people (including senior citizens) don't seem to care. The less sleep, the better. The fear of mortality is at the root of such thinking. No one wants to sleep his or her life away.
At the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) this evening, I searched for a cheap portable FM radio with a headphone jack. The reason? I need to use it as a white noise generator. Yeah, remember when I purchased an expensive "sound conditioner"? It was a "piece of shit." I eventually donated it to charity. Unfortunately, I now wish that I had kept it. Oh well. So, I wasted more money. I am desperate. The foam earplugs have let me down. The large earmuffs were also a failure because it was too uncomfortable to sleep with. I gave it to my bro. Actually, the technology didn't really fail. The psychopaths residing at the dump have just become more brazen, often creating a racket in the wee hours of the morning. So, I am only left with the option to mask the ambient noise. We'll see what happens later tonight.
On a side note, I discovered that a brown substance is leaking from the casing of my aging electronic restraining device (ERD). I suspect that the dielectric from one of the electrolytic charging capacitors has gone bad. The device will most likely be discarded but not replaced. Sadly, I will not have the chance to jolt Tom's cranium with it. Molech knows, he sure needs it.
Lack of sleep left me less cognizant than usual. I attempted to lapse into a coma in the inner courtyard of the public library, but the morning dose of coffee thwarted my plans. I was only able close my burning eyes and relax. Essentially, I was wasting precious time. Even my workout at the gym was subpar.
Sleep is essential, especially for senior citizens. However, most people (including senior citizens) don't seem to care. The less sleep, the better. The fear of mortality is at the root of such thinking. No one wants to sleep his or her life away.
At the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) this evening, I searched for a cheap portable FM radio with a headphone jack. The reason? I need to use it as a white noise generator. Yeah, remember when I purchased an expensive "sound conditioner"? It was a "piece of shit." I eventually donated it to charity. Unfortunately, I now wish that I had kept it. Oh well. So, I wasted more money. I am desperate. The foam earplugs have let me down. The large earmuffs were also a failure because it was too uncomfortable to sleep with. I gave it to my bro. Actually, the technology didn't really fail. The psychopaths residing at the dump have just become more brazen, often creating a racket in the wee hours of the morning. So, I am only left with the option to mask the ambient noise. We'll see what happens later tonight.
On a side note, I discovered that a brown substance is leaking from the casing of my aging electronic restraining device (ERD). I suspect that the dielectric from one of the electrolytic charging capacitors has gone bad. The device will most likely be discarded but not replaced. Sadly, I will not have the chance to jolt Tom's cranium with it. Molech knows, he sure needs it.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Serenity
Last night, I viewed the flick, "Serenity," on a free movie site recommended by my homeless buddy. Yeah, I finally got to see the conclusion of the short-lived "Firefly" series. Very enjoyable, and worth losing an hour of precious sleep time. Sadly, the resolution was horrible, and the aspect ratio was off. Can I really complain, though?
Same ol' shit. Restored my extreme monk haircut. More Jodi Arias coverage on the tube in the locker room at the gym, complete with sound. What a media circus! I have to admit that baby's "self-defense" argument appears ludicrous with respect to the sheer number and types of wounds that she inflicted on the victim. That is neither here or there, although I stand by my fleeting commentary in the "blog" of eight days ago.
What is truly important is the context of the crime. Arias has finally admitted to killing her ex-boyfriend. Instead of self-defense, her motivation appears to be a premeditated "crime of passion." We're not discussing a romance gone sour here. As I stated previously, we're really looking at an obsessive form of possession gone awry and the breakdown of a very faulty object transference mechanism. Add in cult religious beliefs for a deadly mix. All very eerie.
I have been feeling anxious again, partly because of the effect of the Jodi Arias case (and implications), partly because of lack of sleep, mostly because of the multi-dimensional human prison of which I am a convict serving a life sentence. In the lowest dimension, I am residing in a dump with two wage slaves and a drunkard. In a slightly higher dimension, I am an indentured slave to the "system." The highest dimension, of course, is slavery to mortality. The only freedom possible is the emancipation from the lower dimensions. Or, perhaps the highest dimension is total freedom. I don't know.
Same ol' shit. Restored my extreme monk haircut. More Jodi Arias coverage on the tube in the locker room at the gym, complete with sound. What a media circus! I have to admit that baby's "self-defense" argument appears ludicrous with respect to the sheer number and types of wounds that she inflicted on the victim. That is neither here or there, although I stand by my fleeting commentary in the "blog" of eight days ago.
What is truly important is the context of the crime. Arias has finally admitted to killing her ex-boyfriend. Instead of self-defense, her motivation appears to be a premeditated "crime of passion." We're not discussing a romance gone sour here. As I stated previously, we're really looking at an obsessive form of possession gone awry and the breakdown of a very faulty object transference mechanism. Add in cult religious beliefs for a deadly mix. All very eerie.
I have been feeling anxious again, partly because of the effect of the Jodi Arias case (and implications), partly because of lack of sleep, mostly because of the multi-dimensional human prison of which I am a convict serving a life sentence. In the lowest dimension, I am residing in a dump with two wage slaves and a drunkard. In a slightly higher dimension, I am an indentured slave to the "system." The highest dimension, of course, is slavery to mortality. The only freedom possible is the emancipation from the lower dimensions. Or, perhaps the highest dimension is total freedom. I don't know.
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Homeless Conundrum
As you can imagine, nothing has improved at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Lack of sleep is the main issue. And, since I am only there to sleep, the rental expenditure is just like throwing the useless paper currency in the trash. My only option is to become homeless.
I have been putting off the homeless decision for the past few months. Obviously, the Next Step homeless shelter has proven to be a hellhole of sorts, at least according to my homeless buddy. However, the first two months are free, and then the fee is $60 per month. The meals are usually crappy, but who cares? My homeless buddy has offered to assist me in the application process, but I am wary of providing false documentation. On the other hand, the truth would probably disqualify me immediately.
I treated myself to a couple of greasy hamburgers at the fast food joint (where I procure my morning cup of coffee) adjacent to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. How could I go wrong for a couple of dollars? Well, I probably decreased my lifespan by a few months. Sheesh!
Make no mistake, though. I am not merely concerned about running out of money before my time is up. Rather, I am more concerned about wasting money. I spend money on so little as it is. If a dump like Slob Manor cannot even provide me with a six-hour span of relative quiet to sleep, then why am I wasting money to rent a room there?
I have been putting off the homeless decision for the past few months. Obviously, the Next Step homeless shelter has proven to be a hellhole of sorts, at least according to my homeless buddy. However, the first two months are free, and then the fee is $60 per month. The meals are usually crappy, but who cares? My homeless buddy has offered to assist me in the application process, but I am wary of providing false documentation. On the other hand, the truth would probably disqualify me immediately.
I treated myself to a couple of greasy hamburgers at the fast food joint (where I procure my morning cup of coffee) adjacent to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. How could I go wrong for a couple of dollars? Well, I probably decreased my lifespan by a few months. Sheesh!
Make no mistake, though. I am not merely concerned about running out of money before my time is up. Rather, I am more concerned about wasting money. I spend money on so little as it is. If a dump like Slob Manor cannot even provide me with a six-hour span of relative quiet to sleep, then why am I wasting money to rent a room there?
Monday, February 04, 2013
Tidbits ... Interrupted
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My sister-in-law and nephew will be flying to the mainland tomorrow evening for a vacation. Otherwise, nothing to report. I was fatigued all day because of lack of sleep. We already know the drill.
I have been reading about the abomination known as "Obamacare." The whole situation is enough to make anyone ill. What a travesty! Yet, there seems to be no concern on the part of the empire's citizens. They are too busy playing with their "smartphones." Of course, if there is any anger, the fools simply shoot each other with guns. The real criminals, the moneychangers and powers-that-be, sit on the sidelines and laugh their asses off. The peons sure can provide some great entertainment, eh?
By the way, I quickly lost interest in "Hawai'i Five-O," the remade tube series produced in the islands, after the last season premiere. Actually, I was never really a fan. Scott Caan, one of the cast members, did not have much good to say about Hawai'i in a recent celebrity interview. Lots of locals were outraged. Funny part is that Caan was absolutely correct. Hawai'i is no paradise. Far from it. Heck, I can verify Caan's allegations and add hundreds more.
Lastly, my workout at the gym was supplemented with the usual daily coverage of Jodi Arias on at least one of the widescreen tubes. No sound, of course. The entire case is so eerie to me. And, it seems to tie in well with the new on-going theme in the "blog."
I have been reading about the abomination known as "Obamacare." The whole situation is enough to make anyone ill. What a travesty! Yet, there seems to be no concern on the part of the empire's citizens. They are too busy playing with their "smartphones." Of course, if there is any anger, the fools simply shoot each other with guns. The real criminals, the moneychangers and powers-that-be, sit on the sidelines and laugh their asses off. The peons sure can provide some great entertainment, eh?
By the way, I quickly lost interest in "Hawai'i Five-O," the remade tube series produced in the islands, after the last season premiere. Actually, I was never really a fan. Scott Caan, one of the cast members, did not have much good to say about Hawai'i in a recent celebrity interview. Lots of locals were outraged. Funny part is that Caan was absolutely correct. Hawai'i is no paradise. Far from it. Heck, I can verify Caan's allegations and add hundreds more.
Lastly, my workout at the gym was supplemented with the usual daily coverage of Jodi Arias on at least one of the widescreen tubes. No sound, of course. The entire case is so eerie to me. And, it seems to tie in well with the new on-going theme in the "blog."
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Money ... Interrupted
Well, I have finally received all of the documentation to input final data to my net worth and tax spreadsheets. Naturally, I also took the opportunity to sift through the paperwork archive and discard any superfluous items. My net worth is shrinking steadily, by the way, but my debt-to-equity ratio is one-to-seven. Not bad, but not good either.
Have you ever heard anyone say, "I hope that I don't run out of money before I die"? Lots of fools utter those words. I, myself, have recited that exact line. We are more concerned about money than death. Which is more important? What would Ernest Becker say? Well, death is the more important issue. Money is useless to us when we're gone. Upon further thought, everything is useless when we're gone. So, why are we fixated on idiotic nonsense when time is rapidly running out?
As you may have guessed, same ol' shit. Same routine. Same itinerary. Same morons. Fortunately, the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was nearly empty this evening, thanks to the football game. I was able to rejuvenate, albeit slightly. People really fatigue me. They act like animals. What does that tell you? I need a long vacation from people. I need peace and quiet. I need silence. I really need to be far away from stupidity. Sheesh!
Have you ever heard anyone say, "I hope that I don't run out of money before I die"? Lots of fools utter those words. I, myself, have recited that exact line. We are more concerned about money than death. Which is more important? What would Ernest Becker say? Well, death is the more important issue. Money is useless to us when we're gone. Upon further thought, everything is useless when we're gone. So, why are we fixated on idiotic nonsense when time is rapidly running out?
As you may have guessed, same ol' shit. Same routine. Same itinerary. Same morons. Fortunately, the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was nearly empty this evening, thanks to the football game. I was able to rejuvenate, albeit slightly. People really fatigue me. They act like animals. What does that tell you? I need a long vacation from people. I need peace and quiet. I need silence. I really need to be far away from stupidity. Sheesh!
Saturday, February 02, 2013
Animal ... Interrupted
At the public library, I completed reading the book, "Zoobiquity: What Animals Can Teach Us About Health and the Science of Healing," by Barbara Natterson-Horowitz and Kathryn Bowers. Excellent book. How much do humans really have in common with animals? A lot more than most people believe.
Humans are animals. Unfortunately, humans have spent thousands of years in denial and doing everything possible to increase the rift. That was one of the main objectives of the failed "civilization" paradigm: self-domestication to purge the "inner animal." Of course, we could only repress those urges. We cannot purge what is simply a part of our nature.
So, we crafted laws and morals. We concocted fictional religious deities who granted us dominion over all other lifeforms. We favored domesticated creatures over "untamed" ones, killing off or imprisoning the latter in zoos. We covered every questionable part of our animal bodies. We cloaked our natural, albeit hideous, odors with fragrances. We removed from view any of our embarrassing bodily functions (e.g., waste removal). We groomed and manicured ourselves to curtail any beastly references. We became "civilized."
Don't believe me? Just go outside and look for the most grungy homeless guy in da 'hood. There are plenty of homeless around, thanks to the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Find a homeless guy who hasn't shaved or cut his hair, showered, and washed his clothes for several months. He looks, smells, and acts like a feral animal. Better yet, take off all of your clothes. If you are a guy, take a good look at the Vienna Sausage. It stands out, doesn't it? Looks crude, even animal-like. We use clothes to hide it, but it's still there.
One last point that is bothering me. We humans love to attribute animal behavior to instinct alone. That's how we justify our separation from and alleged superiority to them. And, that's why mistreating, imprisoning, and killing animals is so easy. There is already enough anecdotal evidence to conclude that animals have personalities, emotions, and even feelings. I am inclined to believe that animals have basic self-awareness. For example, we often attribute animal fear to instinct. The animal, however, is trying to protect itself. It must sense who it is protecting (i.e., itself), even if on a low level of cognition.
In any case, every feral human should read, "Zoobiquity." Although the title suggests one area of commonality, the book touches on many more topics sure to provide food for thought. The complexity and interconnectedness of life is truly mind-boggling. For that matter, the entire universe is just a complete mystery that begs the question, "Why?"
Humans are animals. Unfortunately, humans have spent thousands of years in denial and doing everything possible to increase the rift. That was one of the main objectives of the failed "civilization" paradigm: self-domestication to purge the "inner animal." Of course, we could only repress those urges. We cannot purge what is simply a part of our nature.
So, we crafted laws and morals. We concocted fictional religious deities who granted us dominion over all other lifeforms. We favored domesticated creatures over "untamed" ones, killing off or imprisoning the latter in zoos. We covered every questionable part of our animal bodies. We cloaked our natural, albeit hideous, odors with fragrances. We removed from view any of our embarrassing bodily functions (e.g., waste removal). We groomed and manicured ourselves to curtail any beastly references. We became "civilized."
Don't believe me? Just go outside and look for the most grungy homeless guy in da 'hood. There are plenty of homeless around, thanks to the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Find a homeless guy who hasn't shaved or cut his hair, showered, and washed his clothes for several months. He looks, smells, and acts like a feral animal. Better yet, take off all of your clothes. If you are a guy, take a good look at the Vienna Sausage. It stands out, doesn't it? Looks crude, even animal-like. We use clothes to hide it, but it's still there.
One last point that is bothering me. We humans love to attribute animal behavior to instinct alone. That's how we justify our separation from and alleged superiority to them. And, that's why mistreating, imprisoning, and killing animals is so easy. There is already enough anecdotal evidence to conclude that animals have personalities, emotions, and even feelings. I am inclined to believe that animals have basic self-awareness. For example, we often attribute animal fear to instinct. The animal, however, is trying to protect itself. It must sense who it is protecting (i.e., itself), even if on a low level of cognition.
In any case, every feral human should read, "Zoobiquity." Although the title suggests one area of commonality, the book touches on many more topics sure to provide food for thought. The complexity and interconnectedness of life is truly mind-boggling. For that matter, the entire universe is just a complete mystery that begs the question, "Why?"
Friday, February 01, 2013
Ambition ... Interrupted
As anyone can guess, I am accomplishing very little of what could be called "productive." Lounging around the public library with the homeless, working out at the gym, loitering at various dens of consumerism (read: shopping malls), and rotting away at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Not much worthy of mention, eh? Why don't I engage in a "productive" enterprise? Return to wage slavery, perhaps. Volunteer for good causes, maybe. Take up new and exciting interests, hobbies, and sports. The sky is the limit for an old codger!
Well, not exactly. I am not sure whether any "productive" activity is worthwhile. I am extremely wary of anything that advances the causes of humanity. All of the milestones of "civilization" have increased human longevity (in decrepitude) and, therefore, increased human population. Aside from the control of the masses, "civilization" is dominion over all other lifeforms on the planet. Can you see why "civilization" is a failed paradigm?
Remember when the early fools brought rabbits to Australia? Cute loveable pets, eh? Now they're all over the place. They have bred like crazy because no natural predators existed to curb the population. That's humanity in a rough metaphoric nutshell. Feral humans. With all of the knowledge that humans have acquired over the ages, we should be living in a much better world. On the surface, if one is not homeless or destitute, everything looks great. However, once the blinders are removed, the ugliness and sheer decadence stand out like a sore thumb.
Isn't there something innocuous enough for me to embrace? I don't see it. I would only be contributing to the problem. I would be part of the problem. Then, I would become the problem. I best serve humanity by remaining a third-party observer. The Keeper of Lost Lives, as it were. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Well, not exactly. I am not sure whether any "productive" activity is worthwhile. I am extremely wary of anything that advances the causes of humanity. All of the milestones of "civilization" have increased human longevity (in decrepitude) and, therefore, increased human population. Aside from the control of the masses, "civilization" is dominion over all other lifeforms on the planet. Can you see why "civilization" is a failed paradigm?
Remember when the early fools brought rabbits to Australia? Cute loveable pets, eh? Now they're all over the place. They have bred like crazy because no natural predators existed to curb the population. That's humanity in a rough metaphoric nutshell. Feral humans. With all of the knowledge that humans have acquired over the ages, we should be living in a much better world. On the surface, if one is not homeless or destitute, everything looks great. However, once the blinders are removed, the ugliness and sheer decadence stand out like a sore thumb.
Isn't there something innocuous enough for me to embrace? I don't see it. I would only be contributing to the problem. I would be part of the problem. Then, I would become the problem. I best serve humanity by remaining a third-party observer. The Keeper of Lost Lives, as it were. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
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