The Chinaman broke his all-time phone record. He commenced his call sometime before 11pm last night. I could hear him babbling away in Chinaspeak as I tried to fall asleep. I woke up several times throughout the night to "drain the lizard." Each time, I could hear the Chinaman babbling away. I was finally up at 7am. I could hear the Chinaman still going strong. He finally disconnected at 8am. That's over nine hours straight on the phone. Sheesh!
Incidentally, the Chinaman has had two babes visit Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for "dates." One babe drives a new Cadillac® CTS. The other babe drives a new Mercedes® SLK Roadster. Let's face it, those chicks are not hanging out with the Chinaman because he is a stud. They are "escorts." From what I am to understand, a lot of "blue collar" workers in Hawa'i spend a good portion of their paychecks at Korean bars, lapdance joints, and "escorts." Is that why the Chinaman is forced to "ghetto" himself in Slob Manor?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been "escorted" outside the realm of consciousness. The morning rain storm gave way to an extremely hot day. I followed my homeless guy itinerary with extraordinary precision. I did more reading in the inner courtyard of the library. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, upon my return to Slob Manor, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Guess what was for dinner? Green salad mix, baby carrots, and Kim Chee Mussel Poke, of course! The evening? Same ol' shit.
As an addendum to my discussion of Iran yesterday, I must include one other possible reason for the animosity toward that nation by the "West." Iran is the only Islamic Republic in the Middle East, a product of the 1979 Iranian Revolution. The religious oppression engaged by Mohammad Reza, the son of Reza Khan, forced the Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini into exile in Iraq. Khomeini then made a juridical decision concerning Islam and politics. Hence, the latter act led to the overthrow of the Shah's regime, essentially ending the tenure of the Persian kingdom. The ramifications are clear. Iran serves as an example to all Shia Muslims in the Middle East and abroad. It is my belief that the NeoConmen are scared shitless about the possibility of more revolutions and more Islamic Republics.
The Iraq and Afghanistan experiments are possibly a revision of the old "regime change" modus operandi. Previously, the NeoConmen either installed or bolstered a corrupt monarchy or totalitarian regime (i.e., puppet of the "West") in the target nation. Eventually, the inequities and oppression becomes too intolerable for the masses to bear. A revolution erupts with less than desirable results. Thus, the new modus operandi involves the establishment of fake democracy complete with voting. The masses are fooled into believing that some form of "due process" exists. The game is being played out in Lebanon as well, and may someday apply to the corrupt Saudi regime. Therefore, the third reason for Middle East meddling is to apply countermeasures to Islamic politicization.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Spheres of Influence
Another day in Hawai'i Kai has come and gone. I spent another hour on the neighbor's computer. However, I have run into a little problem. No details are necessary. I hope to have the solution by Friday. Moms and I only made a quick run to Foodland in Koko Marina. After we returned, moms broiled a salmon steak for lunch. Moms served up the latter along with leftover lamp-baked chicken, fresh vegetables, and rice. For dessert, Foremost® vanilla ice cream was dished up. I was able to spend a little more time chatting with moms.
I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I was then able to perform a leisurely workout at the gym. Afterward, I visited Foodland to purchase a small container of Kim Chee Mussel Poke. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Incidentally, I am continuing to read the book, "The Iranians," by Sandra Mackey. So, the book has been an unbiased account of the history of Iran. What I am finding is that a thorough understanding of Iran is pertinent to an overall conception of the Middle East today. Since Iran was relatively untouched by the Ottoman Empire, it retains many of the characteristics of the ancient Persian Empire. Interestingly enough, in the nation's weaker moments, it was invaded by the Arabs. Hence, Zoroastrianism was replaced by Islam. The Shia sect of Islam was given birth in Iran, specifically Qom. Mackey goes into a bit of detail about the divergent sects of Islam. We need to conceptualize the history of Iran in order to sift through the propaganda fed to us by the so-called "mainstream media." We are told that Iran has links to "terrorism" by supporting the various Shia militias. Yet, all Shia groups have a connection to Iran by means of origination. Shia Muslims and Iran are synonymous.
Iran has been predominantly Islamic for the last two centuries with its clerics holding most of the power to keep the nation intact. Yet Iran had always been a monarchy. Even with a king as head-of-state, the religious clerics were still very influential. Only when Reza Khan ascended to monarch, first of the Pahlavi Dynasty, did forced secularization occur, much to the chagrin of the clerics. Eventually, of course, the undercurrents eventually led up to the 1979 Islamic Revolution. Most of us were led to believe that the Ayatollah Khomeini and his crazed mullahs simply crawled out of the woodwork in 1979 and forced Islam on the unsuspecting population. That simply is not true.
However, that aside, my primarily goal is to find some clue about why there is so much animosity toward Iran by the "West." The nation has been peaceful. It has not attacked or invaded any other nation in over 200 years. Iran itself has been invaded many times over, though. And, in recent history, it was under both British and Russian "spheres of influence." The only answers are oil and "strategic access." What else could it be? Mind you, they are the very same reasons the US is in Iraq and Afghanistan.
I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I was then able to perform a leisurely workout at the gym. Afterward, I visited Foodland to purchase a small container of Kim Chee Mussel Poke. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Incidentally, I am continuing to read the book, "The Iranians," by Sandra Mackey. So, the book has been an unbiased account of the history of Iran. What I am finding is that a thorough understanding of Iran is pertinent to an overall conception of the Middle East today. Since Iran was relatively untouched by the Ottoman Empire, it retains many of the characteristics of the ancient Persian Empire. Interestingly enough, in the nation's weaker moments, it was invaded by the Arabs. Hence, Zoroastrianism was replaced by Islam. The Shia sect of Islam was given birth in Iran, specifically Qom. Mackey goes into a bit of detail about the divergent sects of Islam. We need to conceptualize the history of Iran in order to sift through the propaganda fed to us by the so-called "mainstream media." We are told that Iran has links to "terrorism" by supporting the various Shia militias. Yet, all Shia groups have a connection to Iran by means of origination. Shia Muslims and Iran are synonymous.
Iran has been predominantly Islamic for the last two centuries with its clerics holding most of the power to keep the nation intact. Yet Iran had always been a monarchy. Even with a king as head-of-state, the religious clerics were still very influential. Only when Reza Khan ascended to monarch, first of the Pahlavi Dynasty, did forced secularization occur, much to the chagrin of the clerics. Eventually, of course, the undercurrents eventually led up to the 1979 Islamic Revolution. Most of us were led to believe that the Ayatollah Khomeini and his crazed mullahs simply crawled out of the woodwork in 1979 and forced Islam on the unsuspecting population. That simply is not true.
However, that aside, my primarily goal is to find some clue about why there is so much animosity toward Iran by the "West." The nation has been peaceful. It has not attacked or invaded any other nation in over 200 years. Iran itself has been invaded many times over, though. And, in recent history, it was under both British and Russian "spheres of influence." The only answers are oil and "strategic access." What else could it be? Mind you, they are the very same reasons the US is in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Automatic Pilot
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was petrified in the forest of time. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary occurred. I rode on extremely crowded buses, maneuvered around extremely rude satanic gargoyles, and kept my sanity. In fact, I specifically did not react to anything. For the most part, I was locked in a deep introspection. The homeless guy itinerary, however, remained the same. I followed the latter as if I was on "automatic pilot." You know the drill.
Dinner was the same as last night (i.e., salad mix, baby carrots, and Spicy Ahi Poke) with larger portions. The Ahi Poke will remain semi-fresh for two days maximum since it is composed of raw fish. The Dole® packaged salad mix appears to have about a four-day shelf-life. Thus, I will be going to the supermarket more frequently. I will also consider the purchase of other kinds of poke (e.g., mussel, imitation crab, tofu, or fish cake) as some may have a longer shelf-life. The only drawback of the new diet is that there is considerably less bulk. The calorie count is also extremely low, which means that I may risk malnutrition. I am contemplating the addition of a couple of slices of bread to bulk up the meal. Of course, the remediation would not have been necessary had I not made the shocking discovery that we are being poisoned by most of the food that we consume.
Dinner was the same as last night (i.e., salad mix, baby carrots, and Spicy Ahi Poke) with larger portions. The Ahi Poke will remain semi-fresh for two days maximum since it is composed of raw fish. The Dole® packaged salad mix appears to have about a four-day shelf-life. Thus, I will be going to the supermarket more frequently. I will also consider the purchase of other kinds of poke (e.g., mussel, imitation crab, tofu, or fish cake) as some may have a longer shelf-life. The only drawback of the new diet is that there is considerably less bulk. The calorie count is also extremely low, which means that I may risk malnutrition. I am contemplating the addition of a couple of slices of bread to bulk up the meal. Of course, the remediation would not have been necessary had I not made the shocking discovery that we are being poisoned by most of the food that we consume.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Retroactive
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am this morning. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai. Along the way, we dropped by to visit the mother of one of my bro's friends. We stopped off at Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. I helped moms with a few chores when we returned. Moms had to cook a batch of rice for lunch. So, I spent about 45 minutes at the neighbor's place. The neighbors ended up purchasing a new computer to replace the old one. I put together the system and configured it.
Moms served up lamp-baked chicken courtesy Foodland, along with fresh vegetables and rice. For dessert, we ate Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms until 1pm. Then, I ended up back at the neighbor's place to set up the new printer. There's still a lot more work to be done. I will have to restore the back-up data files from the old computer. And, no I am not getting paid to do the work.
I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure when I finally drove there at 2:15pm. I did my usual cardio workout at the gym. Then, I shopped for groceries at Foodland. I purchased two Dole® packaged salad mixes, a bag of baby carrots, and a small container of Spicy Ahi Poke. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores as my last task for the day.
My modified dinner diet commenced today. I served up exactly what I purchased ... plain salad mix, a stack of baby carrots, and Ahi Poke. After dinner, I cut and ate a navel orange. I am still uncertain about when I will finally use my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I doubt that I will use it as a contact grill. Most likely, I will end up using it to grill panini exclusively. Nonetheless, the new diet is in effect.
There was a reason why moms wanted to visit my bro's friend's mother today. About twenty years ago, my bro stormed out of the house and ended up staying there for a while. So, moms brought a small gift. Lots of crazy crap happened after I left for the mainland. I have discussed a few of the family antecedents in the old journal. I'm not going to repeat anything in the "blog." I did not recall that I did not return to visit for five years after I had come back for one Summer. Pops had made life a living hell. I told moms that I wanted to visit, but I couldn't deal with pops. Moms was very upset. In fact, I've known all along during my tenure in Cali that moms would not stop worrying about me until I returned for good. Thus, I finally did so about eleven years ago. That's all chronicled in day-by-day fashion in the old journal.
I'll be spending all evening in front of the computer as usual. I continue to look back every day at my own history. What did I do wrong? What did I do right? Have I redeemed myself? Have I discovered the "meaning of life"? Am I doing what is truly important over all else? I also look back and wonder about what would have happened if I had never left Hawai'i, or if I returned many years earlier. Where would I be today? What would I be doing? I don't even know.
Moms served up lamp-baked chicken courtesy Foodland, along with fresh vegetables and rice. For dessert, we ate Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms until 1pm. Then, I ended up back at the neighbor's place to set up the new printer. There's still a lot more work to be done. I will have to restore the back-up data files from the old computer. And, no I am not getting paid to do the work.
I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure when I finally drove there at 2:15pm. I did my usual cardio workout at the gym. Then, I shopped for groceries at Foodland. I purchased two Dole® packaged salad mixes, a bag of baby carrots, and a small container of Spicy Ahi Poke. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores as my last task for the day.
My modified dinner diet commenced today. I served up exactly what I purchased ... plain salad mix, a stack of baby carrots, and Ahi Poke. After dinner, I cut and ate a navel orange. I am still uncertain about when I will finally use my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I doubt that I will use it as a contact grill. Most likely, I will end up using it to grill panini exclusively. Nonetheless, the new diet is in effect.
There was a reason why moms wanted to visit my bro's friend's mother today. About twenty years ago, my bro stormed out of the house and ended up staying there for a while. So, moms brought a small gift. Lots of crazy crap happened after I left for the mainland. I have discussed a few of the family antecedents in the old journal. I'm not going to repeat anything in the "blog." I did not recall that I did not return to visit for five years after I had come back for one Summer. Pops had made life a living hell. I told moms that I wanted to visit, but I couldn't deal with pops. Moms was very upset. In fact, I've known all along during my tenure in Cali that moms would not stop worrying about me until I returned for good. Thus, I finally did so about eleven years ago. That's all chronicled in day-by-day fashion in the old journal.
I'll be spending all evening in front of the computer as usual. I continue to look back every day at my own history. What did I do wrong? What did I do right? Have I redeemed myself? Have I discovered the "meaning of life"? Am I doing what is truly important over all else? I also look back and wonder about what would have happened if I had never left Hawai'i, or if I returned many years earlier. Where would I be today? What would I be doing? I don't even know.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Good Cop, Bad Cop (Reprise)
I have been skimming through the myriad editorials, commentaries, and citizen opinion about Barack Obama and his alleged mind-boggling shift in policies. In fact, I am laughing my ass off. The voting public, of course, consists of the the biggest dupes. Why could they not see that they were being misled? The red flag should have popped up when an unknown newcomer rose to the top of the dung heap. Well, there's a lot of hand-wringing going on now. And, the buzz phrase is "lesser of two evils." How did these fools get rooked into this conundrum, eh? Can't they see that they have been manipulated all along by the Fascists in power? Can't they see the "good cop, bad cop" ploy at work again? Yeah, they are shocked by the betrayal. Couldn't they see this coming after the 2006 election? Not a damned thing has changed since. Yet, the bottom line is clear. Even though the fools were duped, they are still enslaved. They have only two choices, they keep saying. Do they? What if they all voted for a third-party (i.e., independent) candidate? Will the Electoral College nullify the popular vote?
For all the talk about the "power of the people," there sure seems to be little show of it. All I can see and hear is wimpiness of the worst kind. They can only vote for one of two mainstream candidates. What happened to "freedom"? They can only vote for the "lesser of two evils." What happened to "democracy"? The Fascists came into to power and will remain in power because they already control the minds of the masses. The constraints are already in the minds of the masses. Can you believe it? Totalitarianism by mind control. No need for a police state. Mission accomplished.
Ultimately, we will be moving ever closer to the secular Apocalypse. Yes, my friends, the time is near. Religious types need to start praying for Armageddon because the latter will be less painful than the secular Apocalypse. We are seeing the culmination of an upwardly spiraling epidemic of the "seven sins." Eventually, the effects will reach a fever pitch and assure our mutual self-destruction.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been put in the dumpster of time. Absolutely nothing extraordinary transpired during my time in town. I followed the monotonous homeless guy itinerary with the precision of an atomic bomb. My only purpose for being in town was to do my usual workout at the gym. That I did and more, but in a leisurely manner. Sadly, the hottie gym trainer was conspicuously absent. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. The Indian guy apparently went on a cooking rampage. The kitchen downstairs looked as if a tornado struck. Food was splattered everywhere. Thousands of ants were feasting away. Well, hey! This is Slob Manor!
The rest of the afternoon and evening only holds more of same nonsense. I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans sans bread) for dinner. I am down to one last can of beans. I will not be restocking any more canned goods until further notice. Will I finally be using my new DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini Press? I doubt it.
I neglected to mention that I transferred $1,250 yesterday from my investment accounts to my local bank. I also received a notice stating that I qualify for $600 as per the so-called "economic stimulus" (i.e., tax rebate). Well, that was welcome news.
For all the talk about the "power of the people," there sure seems to be little show of it. All I can see and hear is wimpiness of the worst kind. They can only vote for one of two mainstream candidates. What happened to "freedom"? They can only vote for the "lesser of two evils." What happened to "democracy"? The Fascists came into to power and will remain in power because they already control the minds of the masses. The constraints are already in the minds of the masses. Can you believe it? Totalitarianism by mind control. No need for a police state. Mission accomplished.
Ultimately, we will be moving ever closer to the secular Apocalypse. Yes, my friends, the time is near. Religious types need to start praying for Armageddon because the latter will be less painful than the secular Apocalypse. We are seeing the culmination of an upwardly spiraling epidemic of the "seven sins." Eventually, the effects will reach a fever pitch and assure our mutual self-destruction.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been put in the dumpster of time. Absolutely nothing extraordinary transpired during my time in town. I followed the monotonous homeless guy itinerary with the precision of an atomic bomb. My only purpose for being in town was to do my usual workout at the gym. That I did and more, but in a leisurely manner. Sadly, the hottie gym trainer was conspicuously absent. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. The Indian guy apparently went on a cooking rampage. The kitchen downstairs looked as if a tornado struck. Food was splattered everywhere. Thousands of ants were feasting away. Well, hey! This is Slob Manor!
The rest of the afternoon and evening only holds more of same nonsense. I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans sans bread) for dinner. I am down to one last can of beans. I will not be restocking any more canned goods until further notice. Will I finally be using my new DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini Press? I doubt it.
I neglected to mention that I transferred $1,250 yesterday from my investment accounts to my local bank. I also received a notice stating that I qualify for $600 as per the so-called "economic stimulus" (i.e., tax rebate). Well, that was welcome news.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Art of Garbage
Well, I wrapped up Slave Day 2008 by unceremoniously consuming my last Mrs. Fields® cookie. I attempted to install the new Conexant® driver, but it would not install. The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker is still "fried." Thank goodness for Pure House Music and Tube8, eh? Oh, what a laborious Slave Day 2008!
I went through a few intrusive recollections of previous Slave Days and other celebrations. What a fool I was! I spent a lot of time and money in the pursuit of nothing. The end result was still the same. Now, I simply "cut out the middle man" and sit in my squalid room with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Am I missing out on life? Heck, I have always missed out on life. I have no dough. I can only be livin' large in a small way, which simply means that I was born a loser. Nothing can change that fact. Yet, why would I want to be a "winner"?
"Independence" is only going to come about either by means of the secular Apocalypse or Armageddon. Take your pick from the two cataclysmic emancipators. They will be our only options. Thanks to greed and corruption, the entire "system" is rapidly unwinding. We are looking at complete institutional collapse. Lots of pain and suffering ahead, that's for sure. There's really no more time to contemplate winners and losers, no more time for trivial pursuits.
With nothing better to do, I conceded to weakness and ended up at the Barnes & Noble® Café this morning. I drank a $3 cup of hot chocolate while perusing a few periodicals. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 11:25am. I choked down some granola for lunch. Then, I was on my way to the gym in Koko Marina.
I did my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. After a nice long shower, I walked to Foodland to purchase a rip-off $5.59 Chef's Salad, a couple of Reser's® frozen burritos, and a banana. I purchased the frozen burritos to keep the salad cool. After all, I was commuting by bus.
While I sat outside Foodland eating the banana, I saw the Route 1 bus pass by. I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked to the bus stop along Kalani'ana'ole Highway to see if I could board a Route 22 bus as a contingency. Thank goodness, I was on my way within minutes.
Back at Slob Manor, I observed that the bathroom sink was now clogged. Food chunks in the sink were attracting hundreds of ants. There are also lots of Styrofoam® containers lying around with rotting food in them. I will spare a description of the odor. The Indian guy apparently fancies fast food joints. The ants, of course, were feasting on the garbage. The whole second floor of the house is a dump.
The Indian guy returned from grocery shopping at 4pm. He haphazardly shoved sacks of crap into the fridge. I am now left with about one cubic foot of space in the entire fridge. Then, he spent the rest of the afternoon in front of the tube. There are petrified pieces of various unidentified food chunks on the floor in front of the futon (i.e., sofa) that the Indian sits upon while he watches the tube. That's what is left after the ants have completed their own feeding frenzy. There is also dried, decomposing food on the table that the microwave oven sits upon, and also one the dining table. Perhaps the Indian guy is an artist, the rotting food is his creation, and the whole second floor of Slob Manor is his canvas. I have never seen the inside of the Indian guy's room. However, he has never cleaned it, so I can just imagine. There are many more stories about the Indian guy's quirks. If the latter were not so pathetically funny, I would be somewhat perturbed.
I ate the Chef's Salad for dinner. What a treat! I will be making the conversion to my new diet sans canned goods next week. That's the plan anyway. I sure hope that I can fit my groceries into the one cubic foot of space that the Indian guy has allotted to me. Sheesh! The rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.
I went through a few intrusive recollections of previous Slave Days and other celebrations. What a fool I was! I spent a lot of time and money in the pursuit of nothing. The end result was still the same. Now, I simply "cut out the middle man" and sit in my squalid room with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Am I missing out on life? Heck, I have always missed out on life. I have no dough. I can only be livin' large in a small way, which simply means that I was born a loser. Nothing can change that fact. Yet, why would I want to be a "winner"?
"Independence" is only going to come about either by means of the secular Apocalypse or Armageddon. Take your pick from the two cataclysmic emancipators. They will be our only options. Thanks to greed and corruption, the entire "system" is rapidly unwinding. We are looking at complete institutional collapse. Lots of pain and suffering ahead, that's for sure. There's really no more time to contemplate winners and losers, no more time for trivial pursuits.
With nothing better to do, I conceded to weakness and ended up at the Barnes & Noble® Café this morning. I drank a $3 cup of hot chocolate while perusing a few periodicals. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 11:25am. I choked down some granola for lunch. Then, I was on my way to the gym in Koko Marina.
I did my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. After a nice long shower, I walked to Foodland to purchase a rip-off $5.59 Chef's Salad, a couple of Reser's® frozen burritos, and a banana. I purchased the frozen burritos to keep the salad cool. After all, I was commuting by bus.
While I sat outside Foodland eating the banana, I saw the Route 1 bus pass by. I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked to the bus stop along Kalani'ana'ole Highway to see if I could board a Route 22 bus as a contingency. Thank goodness, I was on my way within minutes.
Back at Slob Manor, I observed that the bathroom sink was now clogged. Food chunks in the sink were attracting hundreds of ants. There are also lots of Styrofoam® containers lying around with rotting food in them. I will spare a description of the odor. The Indian guy apparently fancies fast food joints. The ants, of course, were feasting on the garbage. The whole second floor of the house is a dump.
The Indian guy returned from grocery shopping at 4pm. He haphazardly shoved sacks of crap into the fridge. I am now left with about one cubic foot of space in the entire fridge. Then, he spent the rest of the afternoon in front of the tube. There are petrified pieces of various unidentified food chunks on the floor in front of the futon (i.e., sofa) that the Indian sits upon while he watches the tube. That's what is left after the ants have completed their own feeding frenzy. There is also dried, decomposing food on the table that the microwave oven sits upon, and also one the dining table. Perhaps the Indian guy is an artist, the rotting food is his creation, and the whole second floor of Slob Manor is his canvas. I have never seen the inside of the Indian guy's room. However, he has never cleaned it, so I can just imagine. There are many more stories about the Indian guy's quirks. If the latter were not so pathetically funny, I would be somewhat perturbed.
I ate the Chef's Salad for dinner. What a treat! I will be making the conversion to my new diet sans canned goods next week. That's the plan anyway. I sure hope that I can fit my groceries into the one cubic foot of space that the Indian guy has allotted to me. Sheesh! The rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Slave Day 2008
I previously referred to the holiday as "Independence" Day. However, let's face the facts ... there is no independence except for the extremely wealthy elite class. The rest of us are slaves, to wages or to poverty. Or, to both. Yet, many of the peons are still unable to distinguish their asses from a hole in the ground. They continue to live "high on the hog" until they either run out of petrol or money. Or, both. The "system" is unwinding, at least for the proletariat class of losers. Yet, the losers remain ensconced in denial. Welcome to Slave Day 2008!
I was tempted to spend the morning in the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. However, what would be the purpose? I no longer consume coffee. I once believed that part of the ideal retirement package included a daily Barnes & Noble® Café Continental Breakfast. Now, I am ambivalent to the idea. I am not a petit (read: petty) bourgeois. I am a homeless guy emulator. I am a mendicant monk.
I was up fairly early this morning. My first task was to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck. The latter is now not a task that I look forward to engaging in. Washing the truck is cumbersome. Obviously, it is not a full-sized truck, but it is a big-ass truck nonetheless. In fact, it dwarfs the previous model. With that accomplished, I parked the truck on the side street so that the birds could continue dropping turds on it. The bird turds of late have been of a highly resilient compound. The turd is like a resin. Some of the turds actually dissolve the paint, as I discovered, much to my chagrin.
For brunch, I ate a cup of Back to Nature® granola. I could not decide whether to go the gym in town or the one in Hawai'i Kai. I walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus destined for Hawai'i Kai, but changed my mind at the last minute. Obviously, I ended up at the gym in town. I did my usual workout. Then, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 2:30pm.
I had contemplated a visit to the supermarket to procure something special for dinner. Then, I asked myself, "Why bother?" Do I look like I am made of money? So, I nipped the idea in the bud. I sat on the floor of my squalid room for a long period of time. Everyone has places to go, people to see, things to do. I have nothing. Nada. Zilch. Fortunately, I was not invited anywhere. I have already vowed that I will no longer attend any social outings, if I am invited. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Incidentally, the vanity area of the bathroom that I share with the Indian guy is a complete mess once again, as I predicted. There are chunks of hair and shards of dead skin all over the place. The Indian guy shaves his head and body. I had also cleaned the microwave oven because I could barely stand to put anything inside it. There were dried up food explosions and spills over the entire interior and parts of the exterior. In a few days, it will look the same as before.
I discovered that the Toshiba® Support site now features several updated device drivers, one being the Conexant® HD audio driver. However, there is no list of applicable models. So, I am not certain whether the driver will work with my notebook computer. It could very well be the same generic driver that caused me grief.
The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker froze up sometime on Wednesday night. Its database is locked into one moment in time with statistics still available. Yet, it is refusing all connections. Normally, the tracker reboots itself and returns to normal for a little while. Strange things.
I have yet to even unbox my Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I am now contemplating its return to Macy's® so that I can procure the cheap Proctor Silex® compact grill. The latter is much more befitting my monk life-style. Sheesh!
I was tempted to spend the morning in the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. However, what would be the purpose? I no longer consume coffee. I once believed that part of the ideal retirement package included a daily Barnes & Noble® Café Continental Breakfast. Now, I am ambivalent to the idea. I am not a petit (read: petty) bourgeois. I am a homeless guy emulator. I am a mendicant monk.
I was up fairly early this morning. My first task was to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck. The latter is now not a task that I look forward to engaging in. Washing the truck is cumbersome. Obviously, it is not a full-sized truck, but it is a big-ass truck nonetheless. In fact, it dwarfs the previous model. With that accomplished, I parked the truck on the side street so that the birds could continue dropping turds on it. The bird turds of late have been of a highly resilient compound. The turd is like a resin. Some of the turds actually dissolve the paint, as I discovered, much to my chagrin.
For brunch, I ate a cup of Back to Nature® granola. I could not decide whether to go the gym in town or the one in Hawai'i Kai. I walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus destined for Hawai'i Kai, but changed my mind at the last minute. Obviously, I ended up at the gym in town. I did my usual workout. Then, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 2:30pm.
I had contemplated a visit to the supermarket to procure something special for dinner. Then, I asked myself, "Why bother?" Do I look like I am made of money? So, I nipped the idea in the bud. I sat on the floor of my squalid room for a long period of time. Everyone has places to go, people to see, things to do. I have nothing. Nada. Zilch. Fortunately, I was not invited anywhere. I have already vowed that I will no longer attend any social outings, if I am invited. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Incidentally, the vanity area of the bathroom that I share with the Indian guy is a complete mess once again, as I predicted. There are chunks of hair and shards of dead skin all over the place. The Indian guy shaves his head and body. I had also cleaned the microwave oven because I could barely stand to put anything inside it. There were dried up food explosions and spills over the entire interior and parts of the exterior. In a few days, it will look the same as before.
I discovered that the Toshiba® Support site now features several updated device drivers, one being the Conexant® HD audio driver. However, there is no list of applicable models. So, I am not certain whether the driver will work with my notebook computer. It could very well be the same generic driver that caused me grief.
The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker froze up sometime on Wednesday night. Its database is locked into one moment in time with statistics still available. Yet, it is refusing all connections. Normally, the tracker reboots itself and returns to normal for a little while. Strange things.
I have yet to even unbox my Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I am now contemplating its return to Macy's® so that I can procure the cheap Proctor Silex® compact grill. The latter is much more befitting my monk life-style. Sheesh!
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Looking Behind
While listening to the new mix by Deep House Cat and DJ Da Funk on Pure House Music, I decided that I must restore the Brothers of the Immaculate Roach, that is, the original monastic order that was ordained in the days of old back at the Roach Motel in Convalescent City. Life for the ol' lavahead has come full circle. He is living the exact same life-style that he did back then, including the use of a sleeping bag! Remember the infamous One-Man House Parties? Yeah! How about the Festival of the Baked Beans? Or, the cheap dim lamp that almost caused the ol' lavahead to go blind? How about the even cheaper Tandy® notebook computer? Or, the crappy modem lying on the floor? Oh, I could go on and on.
I was back in Hawai'i Kai this morning. My purpose there was to assist one of moms' neighbors (not the House of Lolo) who were plagued with a few computer problems. Assisting people with their computers is not a favorite task of mine. Usually, the computers are technologically out-of-date and barely running current software. The same problems pervade every incident ... failing components and extremely slow response times. More often than not, the hard drive is almost completely full, so not much virtual memory can be paged by the operating system. The worst part is that it takes a lot of time to resolve the issues. However, the solutions are simple and straightforward. The neighbors had to be somewhere in an hour or so. Thus, I was only able to invest about 20 minutes of time. I was still able to "clean up" a few problems. Frankly, though, I thought that my computer nerd days were done and over.
Moms was not due back until 11am. So, I walked to the library and spent a few minutes there. When I returned, I had a short wait before moms' arrival. Moms and I made a quick jaunt to Foodland in Koko Marina in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Moms had to purchase a gift card. We also procured a couple of barbeque steak plate lunches (available every Thursday at Foodland). Later, moms served Foremost® vanilla ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 12:45pm.
I drove back to Koko Marina and parked by the library. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. Then, I browsed through Foodland again, although I made no purchase. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores for no particular reason. Granola for dinner again. Yeah! The evening? Same ol' shit.
I was back in Hawai'i Kai this morning. My purpose there was to assist one of moms' neighbors (not the House of Lolo) who were plagued with a few computer problems. Assisting people with their computers is not a favorite task of mine. Usually, the computers are technologically out-of-date and barely running current software. The same problems pervade every incident ... failing components and extremely slow response times. More often than not, the hard drive is almost completely full, so not much virtual memory can be paged by the operating system. The worst part is that it takes a lot of time to resolve the issues. However, the solutions are simple and straightforward. The neighbors had to be somewhere in an hour or so. Thus, I was only able to invest about 20 minutes of time. I was still able to "clean up" a few problems. Frankly, though, I thought that my computer nerd days were done and over.
Moms was not due back until 11am. So, I walked to the library and spent a few minutes there. When I returned, I had a short wait before moms' arrival. Moms and I made a quick jaunt to Foodland in Koko Marina in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Moms had to purchase a gift card. We also procured a couple of barbeque steak plate lunches (available every Thursday at Foodland). Later, moms served Foremost® vanilla ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 12:45pm.
I drove back to Koko Marina and parked by the library. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. Then, I browsed through Foodland again, although I made no purchase. I was back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores for no particular reason. Granola for dinner again. Yeah! The evening? Same ol' shit.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Quest for Food
Another scorcher of a day did not deter moms and I from making the usual rounds around Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck. We stopped of at Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We picked up Beef Curry plate lunches to-go from Loco Moco. After lunch, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 12:35pm.
I drove to Koko Marina and parked my truck up the street from the library. Even with petrol prices being so so high, the number of clowns driving around is increasing. I dropped of moms' bill payment at Straub Clinic before ending up at the gym. I did my usual workout with no wait time for equipment. It seems that the best time to go to the gym in Hawai'i Kai is right around noon.
After the gym, I made my own rounds to Foodland, then to Longs® and Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I looked around for ideas and ingredients for dinner projects to be grilled on my new Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. All I ended up with was two Mrs. Fields® cookies from Longs®. Sheesh! Sadly, I should mention that I donated my Progressive® microwave rice cooker (made in China) to Goodwill. I have never even used it. Will that be the eventual fate of my Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and Panini press? Incidentally, I noticed that Longs® carries a cheap Proctor Silex® compact grill for $16 and some change. That's probably what I should have purchased.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:45pm. Dinner consisted of granola and one generic frozen burrito. I am not certain that I can tolerate Bisphenol-A-laced canned beans much longer for dinner. The thought makes me ill. I have two cans remaining in my inventory, by the way. The evening? Same ol' shit.
I drove to Koko Marina and parked my truck up the street from the library. Even with petrol prices being so so high, the number of clowns driving around is increasing. I dropped of moms' bill payment at Straub Clinic before ending up at the gym. I did my usual workout with no wait time for equipment. It seems that the best time to go to the gym in Hawai'i Kai is right around noon.
After the gym, I made my own rounds to Foodland, then to Longs® and Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I looked around for ideas and ingredients for dinner projects to be grilled on my new Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. All I ended up with was two Mrs. Fields® cookies from Longs®. Sheesh! Sadly, I should mention that I donated my Progressive® microwave rice cooker (made in China) to Goodwill. I have never even used it. Will that be the eventual fate of my Delonghi® "retro" contact grill and Panini press? Incidentally, I noticed that Longs® carries a cheap Proctor Silex® compact grill for $16 and some change. That's probably what I should have purchased.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:45pm. Dinner consisted of granola and one generic frozen burrito. I am not certain that I can tolerate Bisphenol-A-laced canned beans much longer for dinner. The thought makes me ill. I have two cans remaining in my inventory, by the way. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Future Poverty
The weather was extremely hot and humid yesterday. Then, sometime early this morning, the rain commenced. The rain cleared up before I departed for town. However, the sky remained cloudy and overcast all day. Aside from extreme weather changes, the homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day remained intact. Nothing noteworthy happened. Thus, I was able to follow the homeless guy itinerary effortlessly.
I have been watching my investment accounts yield less and less each month, thanks entirely to Ben Bernanke at the Fed. The asswipe is responsible for forcing poverty upon countless numbers of senior citizens who depend on fixed incomes like the ol' lavahead. The Fed is going to lower short-term interest rates down to zero percent and keep it there for at least one year. The Fed cannot raise those interest rates anymore. Two percent is already way too high for its liking. And, the rates must remain low in order to fund the incursion into Iran.
As I've stated ad nauseum, dropping short-term interest rates simply means injecting more inflated dollars into the "system." The effects of the rate cuts up until now will not be felt for a few more months. Hence, we can expect the cost of petrol to continue to rise at about five cents per gallon per week. Here in Honolulu, the price for the lowest octane of petrol is now hovering at $4.40 per gallon. Add 20 cents for "premium" grade. I've also reported on exponentially rising food cost through empirical evidence. Sadly, it will only get worse.
I have been watching my investment accounts yield less and less each month, thanks entirely to Ben Bernanke at the Fed. The asswipe is responsible for forcing poverty upon countless numbers of senior citizens who depend on fixed incomes like the ol' lavahead. The Fed is going to lower short-term interest rates down to zero percent and keep it there for at least one year. The Fed cannot raise those interest rates anymore. Two percent is already way too high for its liking. And, the rates must remain low in order to fund the incursion into Iran.
As I've stated ad nauseum, dropping short-term interest rates simply means injecting more inflated dollars into the "system." The effects of the rate cuts up until now will not be felt for a few more months. Hence, we can expect the cost of petrol to continue to rise at about five cents per gallon per week. Here in Honolulu, the price for the lowest octane of petrol is now hovering at $4.40 per gallon. Add 20 cents for "premium" grade. I've also reported on exponentially rising food cost through empirical evidence. Sadly, it will only get worse.
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