Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has pierced the continuum. We all know the drill. I have not slept well for two nights. I have been suffering from the common cold. I have not been ill for a long time. So, how did I contract the common cold? I would suspect that I was infected by one of the housemates. Since I have put myself in the close proximity of others, I will be more susceptible to disease.
The highlight of the day was when I saw the hottie gym trainer at the intersection by Chinatown Gateway Plaza again. Baby was wearing an extremely tight tank top. Oh man! Baby is very well endowed. Baby is hot. I almost lost my mind. I kept asking myself, "Why can't I have baby?" I felt a surge of testosterone, then I felt dizzy. The testosterone surge did not interact well with my cold. A short burst of melancholia hit me. The old thoughts came back to me ... I'll never hook up with a babe like the hottie gym trainer ... I'll never do da wild thing again in my lifetime. Aside from the nagging biology of the Vienna Sausage, I realized that I was toying with the oversized cranium myself. If I ever hooked up with another babe, the exodus would become a distant memory. I would become wrapped up in a life-style that I could not sustain, no less tolerate. I would be right back in the "system," once again trapped like a hamster in a hamster wheel. I have no other choice but wait until the Vienna Sausage finally atrophies.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. I made no effort to leave the dump, opting instead to stay in for the evening. I was still not feeling too well. So, I'm in for the same ol' shit.
By the way, ever since the Fed began dropping short-term interest rates, I have noticed that my e-mail inbox has had a steady increase in shady loan offers. The subprime market is still alive and well. Do not be fooled.
So, why haven't I discussed the 2008 Presidential (s)election? Why bother? Every candidate is a sycophant of the moneychangers and the powers-that-be.
Incidentally, the title of the "blog" entry yesterday is courtesy the Digital Minds track on DI.FM Deep House channel. Very smooth. Very deep. Deep House.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
On & On
I drove to Safeway® in Kuapa Kai at 9:15am. I purchased a small cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms had to wait for a contractor to fix the leaky water main valve. I quickly washed my truck during the interim. I was just about finished when the contractor arrived. By the time I wiped off the truck, the new valve was already in place.
I drove moms to Koko Marina. Moms had to go to the bank. Then, moms purchased some sushi for lunch from Kozo Sushi. Moms also did some grocery shopping at Foodland. When we returned, moms opened a can of salmon, prepared fresh vegetables, and put out a variety of other food for lunch including ahi poke, lamp-baked chicken, fish cake, fried noodles, rice, and more. We enjoyed quite a hearty feast. For dessert, moms served pumpkin pie. I was completely stuffed.
Moms and I were able to chat for a while. Apparently, Aunty T passed on about two weeks ago. Aunty Margaret's neighbor found her unconscious on the floor. The last moms had heard, Aunty Margaret had suffered a severe stroke. Moms expressed concern that the walk to Koko Marina has become somewhat fatiguing for her. Although moms remains ambulatory and fairly healthy, it is obvious that the effects of age are catching up.
I walked to the gym in Koko Marina at 1pm. I did my usual workout. When I returned, moms was already up from from her nap. We chatted briefly. Moms gave me some leftovers to eat for dinner. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. Tobin, one of the housemates, returned from his vacation last night. He and his buddy engaged in a jam session on the second floor as I attempted to unwind. The decision to make the jaunt to Kahala Mall was, in effect, made for me. I departed at 6:45pm. As usual, I patronized Longs® and Barnes & Noble®. The Asian hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking mighty fine. Sadly, I had to return to the bleak reality of Slob Manor. I spent the rest of the evening in solitude in my squalid room. Same ol' shit.
The stock market was miraculously rallying again because of the almost-assured half-percent rate cut by the Fed when it meets two weeks from now. Other financial sources are certain that the Fed will lower short-term interest rates to the war level of two percent before the third quarter. The latter is in-line with my previous predictions. Inflation is running at about ten percent according to untainted sources. We are in a recession, as I've stated before. The mainstream financial pundits are, of course, denying any chance of a recession. They assure us all that consumers will continue to spend no matter what. Well, consumers would have to do so to keep the economy afloat since over 70 percent of the GDP is consumption. Where are consumers to get the money? More loans! The Fed will be forced to dip short-term interest rates to zero percent and keep them there indefinitely. Does that sound familiar? The interest rate cycle, as I have postulated before is similar to a damped oscillation. On its next peak years from now, the short-term interest rate can only go as high as three percentage points, if even that. Frankly, I am not even sure if the economy will still be intact at that point.
I have been pondering the ridiculous notion of purchasing another DVD. This time, I have my sights on the timeless flick, "Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb." Heck, I have no health insurance and no dental plan. I am an impoverished, albeit emancipated, wage slave. Why do I need to waste money on such foolishness? I only possess two other DVDs, the last one purchased on a whim just a few weeks ago. I already plan to donate them as I do not care to store them any longer. So, why do I need the cheesy comedy? Well, listen to the great sound bites and you'll know why. Produced in 1964, the flick could very well have been a prophesy of our times now.
I drove moms to Koko Marina. Moms had to go to the bank. Then, moms purchased some sushi for lunch from Kozo Sushi. Moms also did some grocery shopping at Foodland. When we returned, moms opened a can of salmon, prepared fresh vegetables, and put out a variety of other food for lunch including ahi poke, lamp-baked chicken, fish cake, fried noodles, rice, and more. We enjoyed quite a hearty feast. For dessert, moms served pumpkin pie. I was completely stuffed.
Moms and I were able to chat for a while. Apparently, Aunty T passed on about two weeks ago. Aunty Margaret's neighbor found her unconscious on the floor. The last moms had heard, Aunty Margaret had suffered a severe stroke. Moms expressed concern that the walk to Koko Marina has become somewhat fatiguing for her. Although moms remains ambulatory and fairly healthy, it is obvious that the effects of age are catching up.
I walked to the gym in Koko Marina at 1pm. I did my usual workout. When I returned, moms was already up from from her nap. We chatted briefly. Moms gave me some leftovers to eat for dinner. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. Tobin, one of the housemates, returned from his vacation last night. He and his buddy engaged in a jam session on the second floor as I attempted to unwind. The decision to make the jaunt to Kahala Mall was, in effect, made for me. I departed at 6:45pm. As usual, I patronized Longs® and Barnes & Noble®. The Asian hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking mighty fine. Sadly, I had to return to the bleak reality of Slob Manor. I spent the rest of the evening in solitude in my squalid room. Same ol' shit.
The stock market was miraculously rallying again because of the almost-assured half-percent rate cut by the Fed when it meets two weeks from now. Other financial sources are certain that the Fed will lower short-term interest rates to the war level of two percent before the third quarter. The latter is in-line with my previous predictions. Inflation is running at about ten percent according to untainted sources. We are in a recession, as I've stated before. The mainstream financial pundits are, of course, denying any chance of a recession. They assure us all that consumers will continue to spend no matter what. Well, consumers would have to do so to keep the economy afloat since over 70 percent of the GDP is consumption. Where are consumers to get the money? More loans! The Fed will be forced to dip short-term interest rates to zero percent and keep them there indefinitely. Does that sound familiar? The interest rate cycle, as I have postulated before is similar to a damped oscillation. On its next peak years from now, the short-term interest rate can only go as high as three percentage points, if even that. Frankly, I am not even sure if the economy will still be intact at that point.
I have been pondering the ridiculous notion of purchasing another DVD. This time, I have my sights on the timeless flick, "Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb." Heck, I have no health insurance and no dental plan. I am an impoverished, albeit emancipated, wage slave. Why do I need to waste money on such foolishness? I only possess two other DVDs, the last one purchased on a whim just a few weeks ago. I already plan to donate them as I do not care to store them any longer. So, why do I need the cheesy comedy? Well, listen to the great sound bites and you'll know why. Produced in 1964, the flick could very well have been a prophesy of our times now.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Rollin' Like Thunder
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has slipped into oblivion. We know the drill already. The highlight of my day occured after I left the gym. I walked to the bus stop at the Chinatown Gateway Plaza. As I ascended the steps, I saw the hottie gym trainer walking out of the building. I suspect that she was exiting the parking structure. Baby was looking hot. As soon as I saw her, she started fiddling with her purse. She continued to fiddle with her purse until we passed each other. Why can't baby just come around?
I returned to Slob Manor at 5pm (read: rental housing) on an extremely crowded Route 1L bus. I piddled around for the rest of the afternoon and on into the night. I could have made a jaunt to Kahala Mall. What would I do there? So, the same ol' shit is all that's on the agenda.
My bond fund investment has finally regained its recession-level NAV1, most likely because stocks are sliding. I am certain that the Fed will lower interest rates yet again, although the money market has been extremely slow in responding. I am led to believe that there is no "liquidity" crisis. Rather, the Fed is trying to force short-term interest rates to go down by flooding the economy with inflated dollars. There seems to be a strong upward pressure on interest rates. Thus, the Fed will continue to lower the short-term interest rates to zero percent (i.e., injecting more and more worthless dollars into a failing economy). At the two percent level, there will be another incursion into a yet-to-be-determined "terrorist" nation. I also suspect that the economy will hyperinflate into yet another debt "bubble" of some kind, possibly about three months after the target zero percent is reached. The next "bubble" will finish us off.
The problem isn't really with the fed. In fact, a quick look at the accompanying graph will implicate the real culprits. You, me, and the satanic gargoyles are all at fault. We have no dough. And, we are spending money that we don't have. How? By borrowing from loan sharks, of course! With stagnant wages, "globalization," and high inflation, the trend line will continue further into the negative region. The trend line will not regress linearly because of an upward absorption across class gradients beginning with the impoverished. More and more satanic gargoyles are falling into the deficit spending trap. Something's gotta give.
The "condotel" unit has not been listed for a few weeks. It's been on the MLS for so long that the term expired. The "condotel" unit has been listed again after the default waiting period. Let us all hope that it sells soon so I can finally invoke the last phase of the exodus.
Watch the news in the next few days. I'm serious. There may be rioting, looting, and general pillaging here in Hawai'i because of the June Jones fiasco at the UH. The general populace is now calling for resignations at the highest level as a result of the loss of the football coach to SMU. Heads will have to roll, or there's going to be mayhem. Well, at least we know that the general populace is not entirely brain dead.
1NAV, or net asset value.
I returned to Slob Manor at 5pm (read: rental housing) on an extremely crowded Route 1L bus. I piddled around for the rest of the afternoon and on into the night. I could have made a jaunt to Kahala Mall. What would I do there? So, the same ol' shit is all that's on the agenda.
My bond fund investment has finally regained its recession-level NAV1, most likely because stocks are sliding. I am certain that the Fed will lower interest rates yet again, although the money market has been extremely slow in responding. I am led to believe that there is no "liquidity" crisis. Rather, the Fed is trying to force short-term interest rates to go down by flooding the economy with inflated dollars. There seems to be a strong upward pressure on interest rates. Thus, the Fed will continue to lower the short-term interest rates to zero percent (i.e., injecting more and more worthless dollars into a failing economy). At the two percent level, there will be another incursion into a yet-to-be-determined "terrorist" nation. I also suspect that the economy will hyperinflate into yet another debt "bubble" of some kind, possibly about three months after the target zero percent is reached. The next "bubble" will finish us off.
The problem isn't really with the fed. In fact, a quick look at the accompanying graph will implicate the real culprits. You, me, and the satanic gargoyles are all at fault. We have no dough. And, we are spending money that we don't have. How? By borrowing from loan sharks, of course! With stagnant wages, "globalization," and high inflation, the trend line will continue further into the negative region. The trend line will not regress linearly because of an upward absorption across class gradients beginning with the impoverished. More and more satanic gargoyles are falling into the deficit spending trap. Something's gotta give.
The "condotel" unit has not been listed for a few weeks. It's been on the MLS for so long that the term expired. The "condotel" unit has been listed again after the default waiting period. Let us all hope that it sells soon so I can finally invoke the last phase of the exodus.
Watch the news in the next few days. I'm serious. There may be rioting, looting, and general pillaging here in Hawai'i because of the June Jones fiasco at the UH. The general populace is now calling for resignations at the highest level as a result of the loss of the football coach to SMU. Heads will have to roll, or there's going to be mayhem. Well, at least we know that the general populace is not entirely brain dead.
1NAV, or net asset value.
Monday, January 07, 2008
The Sun, The Moon, The Stars
I drove to Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am, stopping briefly at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a small cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. After a few minutes, moms and I were on our way to Liliha. Moms had an appointment with her opthamologist. Liliha is a mess. The place has not changed much in over 50 years with the exception that there are probably ten times as many 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) cruising around. The streets are narrow, so parking is at a premium.
The opthamologist's office is right on Liliha Street, an overcrowded barrio-like thoroughfare. The office building has limited parking in the cramped basement. Patrons must wait in line until other patrons leave before parking is available. At least two or three vehicles are in constant queue. Aside from the queue, vehicles must block traffic along Liliha Street to wait to enter the latter. I finally gave up and dropped moms off at the entrance.
I drove around for what seemed like an eternity until I found parking several blocks away next to an elementary school. I walked back to the office building. I found moms sitting in the waiting room when I arrived. The whole fourth floor is taken up by the eye clinic including a small optical dispenser. Moms was called on schedule. There was young hottie Filipino babe working at the front desk. Thus, I was able to distract myself while I waited.
Moms was done at 11:45am. Moms waited at the entrance while I walked back to my truck. I picked up moms, and we were on our way. Apparently, the bleeding behind moms right eye has completely disappeared. I have no idea what to make of the discovery. I am just glad to know that moms has no serious medical problems.
Moms and I stopped off at Kahala Mall. Moms did some shopping at Longs®. Then, we ate lunch at Panda Express®. By the way, the fortune in my Panda Express® fortune cookie read, "Your dearest wish will come true." Does that mean the hottie gym trainer will finally come around? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
I gave moms a ride back to Hawai'i Kai. I walked down to the gym at Koko Marina. I did my usual workout. Moms was already awake from her nap when I returned. I chatted briefly with moms before departing.
I stopped at the Hawai'i Kai branch of the library to donate two books. I wanted to stay there for a while and peruse anything interesting. However, the collection of books was beyond pitiful. The selection of periodicals was even worse. If the library were a reflection of the community that it resides in, then Hawai'i Kai is populated with tube-watching dolts. Disappointed at what I saw, I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I piddled around for the rest of the afternoon. Piddling is now my forté. For dinner, I ate a double-decker cheese sandwich. Actually, it was more like a snack. I did nothing important for the rest of the evening, seemingly waiting for my ship to come in. Well, we know that's not going to happen. So, I will have to settle for the same ol' shit. Sheesh!
The opthamologist's office is right on Liliha Street, an overcrowded barrio-like thoroughfare. The office building has limited parking in the cramped basement. Patrons must wait in line until other patrons leave before parking is available. At least two or three vehicles are in constant queue. Aside from the queue, vehicles must block traffic along Liliha Street to wait to enter the latter. I finally gave up and dropped moms off at the entrance.
I drove around for what seemed like an eternity until I found parking several blocks away next to an elementary school. I walked back to the office building. I found moms sitting in the waiting room when I arrived. The whole fourth floor is taken up by the eye clinic including a small optical dispenser. Moms was called on schedule. There was young hottie Filipino babe working at the front desk. Thus, I was able to distract myself while I waited.
Moms was done at 11:45am. Moms waited at the entrance while I walked back to my truck. I picked up moms, and we were on our way. Apparently, the bleeding behind moms right eye has completely disappeared. I have no idea what to make of the discovery. I am just glad to know that moms has no serious medical problems.
Moms and I stopped off at Kahala Mall. Moms did some shopping at Longs®. Then, we ate lunch at Panda Express®. By the way, the fortune in my Panda Express® fortune cookie read, "Your dearest wish will come true." Does that mean the hottie gym trainer will finally come around? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
I gave moms a ride back to Hawai'i Kai. I walked down to the gym at Koko Marina. I did my usual workout. Moms was already awake from her nap when I returned. I chatted briefly with moms before departing.
I stopped at the Hawai'i Kai branch of the library to donate two books. I wanted to stay there for a while and peruse anything interesting. However, the collection of books was beyond pitiful. The selection of periodicals was even worse. If the library were a reflection of the community that it resides in, then Hawai'i Kai is populated with tube-watching dolts. Disappointed at what I saw, I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I piddled around for the rest of the afternoon. Piddling is now my forté. For dinner, I ate a double-decker cheese sandwich. Actually, it was more like a snack. I did nothing important for the rest of the evening, seemingly waiting for my ship to come in. Well, we know that's not going to happen. So, I will have to settle for the same ol' shit. Sheesh!
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Who Cares?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has faded into the woodwork. The hottie gym trainer was not on duty, which was a sad discovery. The temporary showers in the men's locker room at the gym were operational. Aside from being extremely small, the showers provided the warmest water in the history of the downtown gym. I was back in Slob Manor by 3:15pm after taking a circuitous ride on the Route 3 bus. I had to share the entire rear of the bus with extremely overweight Pacific Islanders. I could not determine their exact ethnicity. Fortunately, they alighted at the stop closest to Wal-Mart®. Obviously, they are going to stock up on more cheap junk food in order to gain additional poundage.
Once back in my squalid room, I performed the dreaded laundry chores a day earlier than expected. I piddled around with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, ate beans and bread for dinner, and piddled around until 7:30pm. I drove to Kuapa Kai to do some shopping at Safeway® and Longs®. More canned beans. More bread. The generic Safeway® loaf of bread has gone up by ten percent to $3.29 (on sale) since last week. I also purchased two Tina's® burritos for a snack. After my shopping spree, I drove back to Slob Manor. I immediately heated up and ate the Tina's® burritos. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit.
The front page news in the local papers for the past few days here in Hawai'i is the apparent resignation of UH football coach June Jones. He's taking a multi-million dollar gig at SMU. Almost everyone here in Hawai'i is in an uproar. It's beyond ridiculous. Iraq and Afghanistan? Who cares? The idiotic presidential (s)election? Who cares? The economy collapsing? Who cares? However, when the news of June Jones hit the street, there was near rioting and mayhem.
Once back in my squalid room, I performed the dreaded laundry chores a day earlier than expected. I piddled around with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, ate beans and bread for dinner, and piddled around until 7:30pm. I drove to Kuapa Kai to do some shopping at Safeway® and Longs®. More canned beans. More bread. The generic Safeway® loaf of bread has gone up by ten percent to $3.29 (on sale) since last week. I also purchased two Tina's® burritos for a snack. After my shopping spree, I drove back to Slob Manor. I immediately heated up and ate the Tina's® burritos. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit.
The front page news in the local papers for the past few days here in Hawai'i is the apparent resignation of UH football coach June Jones. He's taking a multi-million dollar gig at SMU. Almost everyone here in Hawai'i is in an uproar. It's beyond ridiculous. Iraq and Afghanistan? Who cares? The idiotic presidential (s)election? Who cares? The economy collapsing? Who cares? However, when the news of June Jones hit the street, there was near rioting and mayhem.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Talking to Myself
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has become past tense. What was my itinerary? We all know the drill already. I have doing more reading of the usual "Current affairs" genre at he library. However, most of the books are so old that they should be classified under "History" instead. Nonetheless, I have discovered that most of current affairs has been discussed back in the past. That leads me to wonder how stupidity prevailed. The library appears to have more recent books, but I suspect that the latter are checked out all the time.
I don't comment much about current affairs anymore for obvious reasons. With only three readers, I am basically talking to myself. In fact, I have cut out the middle man and now literally talk to myself. I am beginning to understand why a lot of the homeless, senior citizens, derelicts, and the true losers all talk to themselves. It's not necessarily due to insanity unless the subject is holding a conversation with one or more imaginary friends. Talking to oneself is a product of a culture of alienation and stratification. We need human companionship, and we need to hear a human voice. Those of us who have absolutely no social contacts are most prone to begin conversing thoughts out loud.
The men's locker room at the gym is undergoing a remodeling. The showers are the first part of the project. The luna (read: boss) told me that there will be only two temporary showers set up for the remainder of the month. The temporary showers are being constructed where the urinals are located. That should prove interesting.
The evening was the same ol' shit. I did not leave my squalid room once I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus. I am becoming fatigued with the shopping mall excursions. There's only one activity at a shopping mall - purchase useless crap. Perhaps I will spend all evening perusing hurdy-gurdy sites on the Net. Then again, maybe not.
On a side note, yesterday's "blog" title was courtesy the DI.FM Deep House track of the same name by Iz & Diz. Really smooth and deep. Deep House.
I don't comment much about current affairs anymore for obvious reasons. With only three readers, I am basically talking to myself. In fact, I have cut out the middle man and now literally talk to myself. I am beginning to understand why a lot of the homeless, senior citizens, derelicts, and the true losers all talk to themselves. It's not necessarily due to insanity unless the subject is holding a conversation with one or more imaginary friends. Talking to oneself is a product of a culture of alienation and stratification. We need human companionship, and we need to hear a human voice. Those of us who have absolutely no social contacts are most prone to begin conversing thoughts out loud.
The men's locker room at the gym is undergoing a remodeling. The showers are the first part of the project. The luna (read: boss) told me that there will be only two temporary showers set up for the remainder of the month. The temporary showers are being constructed where the urinals are located. That should prove interesting.
The evening was the same ol' shit. I did not leave my squalid room once I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus. I am becoming fatigued with the shopping mall excursions. There's only one activity at a shopping mall - purchase useless crap. Perhaps I will spend all evening perusing hurdy-gurdy sites on the Net. Then again, maybe not.
On a side note, yesterday's "blog" title was courtesy the DI.FM Deep House track of the same name by Iz & Diz. Really smooth and deep. Deep House.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Emotional Landscape
When I boarded the bus destined for town this morning, I saw moms sitting in one of the seats. Moms was apparently making a "dry run" to Liliha. Moms has an appointment on Monday in Liliha with her opthamologist. Although I had already given moms the specifics about the new Route 1L, moms still wanted to do the "dry run." Moms alighted at Foodland on Beretania Street to transfer to the Route 13 bus. I continued on to town. Essentially, another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was on the agenda.
My morning coffee courtesy Safeway® did not sit well with me. I experienced acute pangs of anxiety throughout the remainder of the day. I also suffered long bouts of essentially flat affect. I felt like a zombie. Needless to say, I was not myself.
I ran into Shirley while I was walking to the Institute of Hair Design. Shirley was her way to lunch with Wendy, her boyfriend's sister. I restored my monk haircut. Then, I completed my usual workout at the gym. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:15pm after a quick ride on the bus. I piddled around until my usual time to depart for Kahala Mall. So, off I went. I ended up at Barnes & Noble® as to be expected. When I returned to Slob Manor, absolutely no one was home. I took advantage of the moment to enjoy the peace and quiet. What did I do? Same ol' shit, of course!
Incidentally, the landlord stopped by last night. Apparently, the other housemates are going to be paying for damages that resulted from the big party a few weeks ago. I had a more civil chat with the landlord. I will be the only person staying on after the end of January from what I can tell. I am not sure what will happen after that. Even the landlord does not know. Sheesh!
Four days into the new year, and I have done absolutely nothing. I have made no preparation for my tax returns. I have not researched anything about the estimated taxes that I probably owed three days ago. I have not submitted the form to change the tax status of the "condotel" unit. I have not thought about returning to wage slavery. All that's been on my mind is how I can divest even more of my useless possessions. And, I really don't have much left. I have reduced myself to the equivalent of a homeless guy. I sleep in a sleeping bag. Most of my "stuff" remains packed in the other gym bag that I use as luggage. The rest of my "stuff" sits on the floor in Safeway® plastic shopping bags. If I loaded everything on a shopping cart, I would look exactly like most of the homeless.
Oddly, I have slept quite well even though I sleep in a sleeping bag. The noise, the parties, the slammin' soirée, the endless traffic outside ... all pale in comparison to the noise pollution of Waikiki. I still wear earplugs, mind you. Perhaps I am becming more accustomed to noise because I am subconsciously preparing for my future as a true homeless guy. Strange things.
My morning coffee courtesy Safeway® did not sit well with me. I experienced acute pangs of anxiety throughout the remainder of the day. I also suffered long bouts of essentially flat affect. I felt like a zombie. Needless to say, I was not myself.
I ran into Shirley while I was walking to the Institute of Hair Design. Shirley was her way to lunch with Wendy, her boyfriend's sister. I restored my monk haircut. Then, I completed my usual workout at the gym. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:15pm after a quick ride on the bus. I piddled around until my usual time to depart for Kahala Mall. So, off I went. I ended up at Barnes & Noble® as to be expected. When I returned to Slob Manor, absolutely no one was home. I took advantage of the moment to enjoy the peace and quiet. What did I do? Same ol' shit, of course!
Incidentally, the landlord stopped by last night. Apparently, the other housemates are going to be paying for damages that resulted from the big party a few weeks ago. I had a more civil chat with the landlord. I will be the only person staying on after the end of January from what I can tell. I am not sure what will happen after that. Even the landlord does not know. Sheesh!
Four days into the new year, and I have done absolutely nothing. I have made no preparation for my tax returns. I have not researched anything about the estimated taxes that I probably owed three days ago. I have not submitted the form to change the tax status of the "condotel" unit. I have not thought about returning to wage slavery. All that's been on my mind is how I can divest even more of my useless possessions. And, I really don't have much left. I have reduced myself to the equivalent of a homeless guy. I sleep in a sleeping bag. Most of my "stuff" remains packed in the other gym bag that I use as luggage. The rest of my "stuff" sits on the floor in Safeway® plastic shopping bags. If I loaded everything on a shopping cart, I would look exactly like most of the homeless.
Oddly, I have slept quite well even though I sleep in a sleeping bag. The noise, the parties, the slammin' soirée, the endless traffic outside ... all pale in comparison to the noise pollution of Waikiki. I still wear earplugs, mind you. Perhaps I am becming more accustomed to noise because I am subconsciously preparing for my future as a true homeless guy. Strange things.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Money Tree Redux
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has elapsed in the new year. Time is already ticking by quickly. The itinerary for the day? Heck, we all know the drill. Sadly, I did not kick the caffeine habit yet, although I am giving the latter a lot of thought and lip service. Last month's coffee expenditure hit an all-time high (see financial update below). How could I let that happen? I consumed the monetary equivalent of two computer memory modules. Overall, my expenses (including the "condotel" business) have surpassed the $3,000 mark. How can this be?
After my usual workout at the gym, I was on my way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus at 4:10pm. I did not want to hang out at a shopping mall again, so I stayed in for the night. I confined myself to my squalid room. What did I do? Same ol' shit, of course.
My Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer appears to be functional. There are some performance increases, albeit slight. I discovered that Windows® Vista uses 37 percent of the available 2GByte RAM while idling. Thus, I suspect that I will be better performance during multi-tasking operations. I am stuck with Windows® Vista, so I must insure that my computer is optimized for it.
After my usual workout at the gym, I was on my way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus at 4:10pm. I did not want to hang out at a shopping mall again, so I stayed in for the night. I confined myself to my squalid room. What did I do? Same ol' shit, of course.
My Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer appears to be functional. There are some performance increases, albeit slight. I discovered that Windows® Vista uses 37 percent of the available 2GByte RAM while idling. Thus, I suspect that I will be better performance during multi-tasking operations. I am stuck with Windows® Vista, so I must insure that my computer is optimized for it.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Dichotomy
The rain was coming down fairly hard this morning as I drove to Hawai'i Kai. My first stop was at Safeway® to purchase a small cup of coffee. I pondered the future plight of my lowly cup of coffee. I can no longer afford to support the caffeine habit. My investment income has been dropping while my expenses continue to rise. That's the sad part about the debauched life-style that we all share. Any kind of sacrifice in life-style is not tolerated. Lowering the "standard of living" is unacceptable, although it is already artificially high in comparison to the majority of world citizens. I did happen to make a note of the fact that a large sign with the words, "Now Hiring," was outside the entrance of Safeway®.
I drove to the Hawai'i Kai library to seek refuge from the rain. I spent about 20 minutes there. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. Moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms went to the bank and did some shopping at Foodland. Moms prepared hot dogs and leftovers for lunch. Coffee ice cream was served up for dessert.I chatted with moms briefly. At 1:30pm, I drove to Koko Marina and parked in the parking structure. I was fortunate. Usually, there are no spaces available in there. I walked to the gym. By then, the rain had minimized to a soft drizzle. I did my usual workout. I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I did the dreaded laundry chores one day earlier than expected. Like a fool, I dropped one piece of underwear, so it did not get washed. That means I'll be doing the dreaded laundry chores one day early again on the next cycle.
I piddled around until 6:15pm. I drove to Best Buy® to purchase another memory module. That's another $30 out the door. Oh well. I looked around the store again. The place was packed with shopping fools, and I can see why. There are just too many technology toys. Even I wished that I could go hog wild and buy everything in sight. I left before I became more disillusioned. I stopped by Barnes & Noble® at Kahala Mall for a few minutes. I was not much in the mood to browse around. I made one last stop at Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I had hoped to find find something inexpensive to eat. Even the crappy frozen burritos were over a dollar each. I bought a package of heavily processed Pepper Jack Cheese. Once I was back in Slob Manor, I made three skimpy cheese sandwiches and put them in the microwave oven for about a minute. A meal fit for a king!
The rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit. I need to sort out a few random thoughts. I have had a feeling of tension all day. There's a major dichotomy concerning my life-style. I have become confused. I have to continue to lower my "standard of living." I live two life-styles simultaneously. Sometimes I am the middle class stonehead. At other times, I am a poverty-stricken face of stone. I drive around in a fairly new and nice truck. However, I more often ride the bus with the lowest of income classes. I have had countless expensive material possessions, but I often divest myself of such crap to live in mendicance. I have owned and continue to own real estate, although I am renting out a room in a dump.
I drove to the Hawai'i Kai library to seek refuge from the rain. I spent about 20 minutes there. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. Moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms went to the bank and did some shopping at Foodland. Moms prepared hot dogs and leftovers for lunch. Coffee ice cream was served up for dessert.I chatted with moms briefly. At 1:30pm, I drove to Koko Marina and parked in the parking structure. I was fortunate. Usually, there are no spaces available in there. I walked to the gym. By then, the rain had minimized to a soft drizzle. I did my usual workout. I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I did the dreaded laundry chores one day earlier than expected. Like a fool, I dropped one piece of underwear, so it did not get washed. That means I'll be doing the dreaded laundry chores one day early again on the next cycle.
I piddled around until 6:15pm. I drove to Best Buy® to purchase another memory module. That's another $30 out the door. Oh well. I looked around the store again. The place was packed with shopping fools, and I can see why. There are just too many technology toys. Even I wished that I could go hog wild and buy everything in sight. I left before I became more disillusioned. I stopped by Barnes & Noble® at Kahala Mall for a few minutes. I was not much in the mood to browse around. I made one last stop at Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I had hoped to find find something inexpensive to eat. Even the crappy frozen burritos were over a dollar each. I bought a package of heavily processed Pepper Jack Cheese. Once I was back in Slob Manor, I made three skimpy cheese sandwiches and put them in the microwave oven for about a minute. A meal fit for a king!
The rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit. I need to sort out a few random thoughts. I have had a feeling of tension all day. There's a major dichotomy concerning my life-style. I have become confused. I have to continue to lower my "standard of living." I live two life-styles simultaneously. Sometimes I am the middle class stonehead. At other times, I am a poverty-stricken face of stone. I drive around in a fairly new and nice truck. However, I more often ride the bus with the lowest of income classes. I have had countless expensive material possessions, but I often divest myself of such crap to live in mendicance. I have owned and continue to own real estate, although I am renting out a room in a dump.
While I sipped my coffee in the Safeway® parking lot for a few minutes this morning, I watched all of the expensive cars driving in and out. Have you noticed that affluent chicks are always hot? That's the "American Dream," the life-style that has been drilled into us as a desired aspiration. Yet, the real face of stone is much more comfortable in poverty, which is where he belongs.
Well, my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer now has 2Gbyte of RAM. Is it running any faster? Not really. However, I am out $60 and some change. I did have fun for two minutes as I installed the new memory module. That's the dichotomy at play again. Sheesh!
Well, my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer now has 2Gbyte of RAM. Is it running any faster? Not really. However, I am out $60 and some change. I did have fun for two minutes as I installed the new memory module. That's the dichotomy at play again. Sheesh!
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
New Year's Day 2008
Today was pretty much a carbon copy of Saturnalia last week ... brunch courtesy Safeway® and lounging at Koko Head Park. The only exception is that I drove to the Hawai'i Kai Park n' Ride at noon. I missed the Route 23 bus by a minute. However, I was on board the Route 1 bus a few minutes later. After making two transfers, I found myself walking down Dillingham Boulevard. I had specifically asked the driver of the Route 42 bus, the last leg of my journey, if the route went along Nimitz Highway. I was told that it did. Then, why was I on Dillingham Boulevard?
The walk to Best Buy® was short enough. Without the usual non-holiday traffic, I fell into a leisurely pace. I finally arrived at Best Buy®. The place was packed. I was able to find and purchase additional memory ($30 on sale) for my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I looked around the store for a bit. In days of old, I would have been in Hog Heaven. However, I became very disoriented. There was just too much "stuff." After my fill of consumerism, I made the journey to the Hawai'i Kai Park n' Ride on the bus with only one transfer.
I procured the same greasy chicken wings pack for dinner along with a couple of dinner rolls as I did for Saturnalia. Then, I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). My first task was to install the new computer memory. However, when I opened the protective cover, I almost went homicidal. The crappy computer had both RAM slots occupied by pathetic 512MByte modules. Thus, I only ended up increasing the memory by 50 percent. What a waste of time and money! I would have to replace the remaining 512Mbyte module in order to achieve the memory increase that I desired. Sure enough, when I powered up the computer, I did not notice any difference in performance. I could have purchased a couple of hurdy-gurdy DVDs for the amount that I spent. Sheesh!
I choked down my dinner. The chicken wings were so greasy that the pieces kept slipping out of my fingers and flying onto the floor. I almost threw my dinner in the trash can. I became even more perturbed about the idiotic computer memory fiasco. I was ready to fling my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer through the window. Now, I will have to make another trip to Best Buy® and spend another $30 for yet another memory module. And, what am I going to do with the old memory modules?
Well, that's how the first day of the new year ended for the ol' lavahead. Is that a sign of things to come? I'm sure the sinister kahuna will be a thorn in my side for the whole year. Perhaps the economy will crash and everything will be moot. Or, Shrub might declare martial law, and we'll be goosestepping down the promenade. It can only get worse. Hau'oli Makahiki Hou!
The walk to Best Buy® was short enough. Without the usual non-holiday traffic, I fell into a leisurely pace. I finally arrived at Best Buy®. The place was packed. I was able to find and purchase additional memory ($30 on sale) for my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I looked around the store for a bit. In days of old, I would have been in Hog Heaven. However, I became very disoriented. There was just too much "stuff." After my fill of consumerism, I made the journey to the Hawai'i Kai Park n' Ride on the bus with only one transfer.
I procured the same greasy chicken wings pack for dinner along with a couple of dinner rolls as I did for Saturnalia. Then, I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). My first task was to install the new computer memory. However, when I opened the protective cover, I almost went homicidal. The crappy computer had both RAM slots occupied by pathetic 512MByte modules. Thus, I only ended up increasing the memory by 50 percent. What a waste of time and money! I would have to replace the remaining 512Mbyte module in order to achieve the memory increase that I desired. Sure enough, when I powered up the computer, I did not notice any difference in performance. I could have purchased a couple of hurdy-gurdy DVDs for the amount that I spent. Sheesh!
I choked down my dinner. The chicken wings were so greasy that the pieces kept slipping out of my fingers and flying onto the floor. I almost threw my dinner in the trash can. I became even more perturbed about the idiotic computer memory fiasco. I was ready to fling my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer through the window. Now, I will have to make another trip to Best Buy® and spend another $30 for yet another memory module. And, what am I going to do with the old memory modules?
Well, that's how the first day of the new year ended for the ol' lavahead. Is that a sign of things to come? I'm sure the sinister kahuna will be a thorn in my side for the whole year. Perhaps the economy will crash and everything will be moot. Or, Shrub might declare martial law, and we'll be goosestepping down the promenade. It can only get worse. Hau'oli Makahiki Hou!
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