Surprise Windows® Update

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has been vanquished. I rode the bus to Aina Haina at 9:15am, even though I knew that the library did not open until 10am. I piddled around and eventually sat outside on one of the benches n front of the library. I spent close to two hours in the library reading periodicals. I returned to Slob Manor by noon. I packed my gym bag and was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck by 12:30pm. I spent 1.5 hours in Koko Head Park, my sanctuary from the madness of society. I drove to Koko Marina at 2pm. I was able to find shaded parking. I walked to the gym and did my usual workout.

After the gym, I paid a visit to Taco Bell®. I ordered three Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos, essentially what would comprise my dinner. The dining area was almost empty, so I was able to enjoy a nice quiet meal. Afterward, I purchased a small plastic container for $1.50 at Pricebusters. Why am I buying more crap? Well, my thought at the time was that I need a storage container for panini ingredients when I finally unbox my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. I made a final stop at Foodland to purchase a handful of groceries. I must shop for groceries every two days because of the perishable nature of the products that I eat. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm.

Unbelievable as it may seem, the Windows® Vista Service Pack 1 update suddenly appeared in Windows® Update on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Mind you, I have not installed any new device drivers. The update consumed about one hour of time. There were a few oddities during and after the installation process. Upon several restarts, my computer appears to be operating fine. I will know more over time.

Reluctant Endorsement

The gravity of the situation has increased exponentially. I am speaking of the decline of empire. If you read the articles that I cited yesterday, then you know what I mean. Drastic times call for drastic measures. As the disaffected populace appears neither ready to revolt or turn off the tube, then the only approach is to circumvent the "system" through its own processes. Rather than boycott the election as I have previously suggested, I now urge the homeless, the wage slave peons, the urban nomads, and the disenfranchised nobodies to vote for Ralph Nader and Matt Gonzales. It is imperative that neither of the so-called "mainstream" candidates be (s)elected.

I surmise that, if a concerted effort is not taken, then the secular Apocalypse will be a certainty, if not Armageddon itself. Recent events in the financial markets coincident with world affairs suggest that we are on a collision course with global destruction. When the Wall Street Ponzi-scheme finally collapses, there will be a major war, one that will bring more pain and suffering than I had previously calculated.

Unlike the common satanic gargoyle, the ol' lavahead has the time to engage in a lot of reading. He spends hours each evening in front of his Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. He reads dozens of articles from myriad sources every night. The pattern is clear. We are rapidly approaching the "end of days." Yes, the situation is so grave that the ol' lavahead has decided to make a reluctant political endorsement. Reluctant because he has no faith in human governments.

As for the ol' lavahead, he is waiting for the secular Apocalypse to arrive to fulfill Prophesy. He is anticipating mucho pain and suffering. As a monk, he knows that the preceding is his calling. Yet, as an urban nomad, he is compelled to sound the alarm. Will the ol' lavahead be voting? No, out of principle, he is simply an observer. Any interaction on his part would adulterate the observation per the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has been sacrificed at the Temple of Doom. I spent 3.5 hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I spent most of that time lapsing in and out of a coma, although I was not fatigued. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. Is there more to say about my daily routine? Not really.

I have discovered that I can opt to go "paperless" with my Chase® credit card account. I can also activate on-line payments through my on-line account for no charge. If I subscribed to my local bank's bill payment service, I would have to pay a fee of $5 per month. Well, I should have the aforementioned options activated within a couple of weeks. We're moving closer to "General Delivery" mail.

Reflexive Segue

Wow! Lots and lots of new mixes on the Pure House Music site. Last night, I listened to the "Fresh Fish" mix courtesy Deep House Cat. Smooth and deep, just the way the ol' lavahead likes his House Music mixes. The empire is collapsing. The stooges who are running the financial sector are out to save themselves and their ilk. Can you see why House Music has become so necessary in these times?

Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai ... Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We ate lunch at Panda Express® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Later, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm. Yes, that's the same routine. And, frankly, that's the way I like it. In any case, that is the crux of any semblance of stability in my life.

I spent about 1.5 hours in Koko Head Park. Essentially, I was the only person in main part of the park. Just me and the birds. I cannot even begin to describe the incredible sense of being that I experienced during that time. I did not want to leave. However, the gym was silently calling to me, beckoning me to engage in the daily ritual that has indentured me for decades.

I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina, finding shaded parking immediately. Oddly, I observed that the entire parking lot was fairly empty as I walked to the gym. Where were all the tourists? I tried not to think of the consequences. I did my usual cardio workout at the gym. Then, I made a final stop at Foodland to purchase my own groceries. I treated myself to an Icee® beverage, although I felt guilty for splurging on luxuries. I am supposed to be a mendicant monk, an urban nomad.

I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. I reluctantly performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I reflexively segued into my usual routine commencing with a veggie "rations" dinner.

Things That Get Lost

"I wish I could at least call this denial. But if people are incapable of even perceiving the facts because of state conditioning, serving up the facts is useless. Which is why all that powerful truth out there on the net has no real effect. It exists outside our indoctrination's reference framework. Therefore it does not exist. What exists is the system." -- Joe Bageant

Last night, I listened to a new mix by Ollie Brooke on the PureHouseMusic site. The "Indigo" mix was fabulous. Smooth. Real smooth, just the way the ol' lavahead likes his House Music mixes. And, what better way to spend the evening in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing)?

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday has been anesthetized. The buses going in both directions were extremely crowded for some reason. I deduced that today was a major shopping day. What recession? As for the ol' lavahead, only his workout at the gym was on the agenda. The hottie gym trainer was working with a senior citizen gym member. Baby was looking mighty fine, by the way. I stopped off at the Aina Haina Shopping Center on the way back to Slob Manor. I purchased some Tako (read: octopus) Poke, a bag of Tostitos® tortilla chips, and a "Big Kahuna" bottle of Steinlager® brewski. I ate quite a few of the Tostitos® chips while I waited for the next bus. Once back in Slob Manor, I chilled the "Big Kahuna" bottle of Steinlager® brewski for a few minutes. Then, I dropped back the entire bottle. Oh, what a life I lead!

The jury duty questionnaire is still lying around somewhere, soon to be "lost." I'm ready to make the switch to "General Delivery" mail. I have got to exit the so-called "mainstream" society before I lose my mind. I cannot play the foolish games anymore. And, why should I? What have I got to gain? I am already an outcast. I seek freedom, not enslavement.

Minimalist Plot

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has been "nationalized," but not even remotely to the extent that Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac will be by tomorrow. I rode the bus to town this morning at 9:15pm. A toothless and apparently homeless babe (term used loosely) was sitting in the middle of the long row of seats way at the back of the bus. I was sitting in the same row next to the window with one empty seat between me and the homeless babe. The homeless babe was talking to herself. At one point, she was yelling and babbling incoherently to no one in particular. The good part is that no other passenger dared to sit next to her, so I had a comfortable ride to town. I spent 3.5 hours in the inner courtyard of the library. Then, I walked to the gym to do my usual workout. Nothing noteworthy transpired, so I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. The evening? Same ol' shit.

Yeah, another night of the same ol' shit. Computer nerd stuff. And, more computer nerd stuff. With the Pure T 'n A site still on its last leg, there are no hurdy-gurdy "torrents" to download. What about Tube8? Well, what about it? I could, of course, close a few personal on-line accounts and shut down one of the journal's mirror sites with a couple taps on the trackpad of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Then, why don't I do so? Well, I have to compose the "blog." With so little happening, I must drag out the minimalist plot as long as I can. Speaking of the "blog," I may be covering more abstract matters including the nothingness of being in Universal Law. Then again, maybe not.

Sadly, I discovered that the Nalu Board (similar to the Indo Board) is no longer being manufactured. The company was a one-man operation. Apparently, the owner has found a "real" job, so the Nalu Board is history. I still have my Nalu Board, although I have not used it in a while. I finally located a piece of scrap carpet to use as a friction surface, but I have not cut it to size or cleaned it yet. Perhaps the Nalu Board should just be divested. Sheesh!

Issues of Destitution

Moms and I were on our way to the Queen's Hospital at 9am. Moms had an appointment with her audiologist. As it turns out, moms will be without her hearing aid device for a few weeks as the latter is shipped off to the mainland for service. To me, that was ridiculous and unacceptable. However, there wasn't much that we could do.

Moms and I were back in Hawai'i Kai by 10:30am. We made a stop at Koko Marina. First, we ate lunch at Zippy's. Then, moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I then chatted with moms until 1pm.

I made a quick run to Safeway® in Kuapa Kai in response to a circular that I perused when I visited with moms. The item I was looking for was sold out. So, I ended up in Koko Head Park for about 45 minutes. I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina and found shaded parking. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, I shopped for my weekend food supply at Foodland. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm in time to perform the dreaded laundry chores.

While I sat and waited for moms, I pondered many issues that have recently come up as well issues that I have tabled mostly because of apathy. Time is growing short, and I have no time to continue "kickin' the can." My minor back problems and my rapidly deteriorating teeth are health issues that I have deferred for no real good reason except that I do not want to spend the money. My prior experiences with healthcare while I was insured has not sat well with me. Having to fully pay for the same kind of compromised service is not acceptable. Overall, I had also been waiting for the sale of the "condotel" unit to free the equity I have invested in order to address healthcare issues. Obviously, the equity will not be seen for several years.

Other issues still on the back burner:

• Divestiture of remaining useless possessions
• Termination of useless personal accounts (e.g., eBay®, Amex®, PO Box, etc.)
• Closing of one of the journal's mirror sites, associated message boards, and on-line accounts

With the empire on the wane, I must increase my mobility and work vigorously toward the exodus. And, I must establish a deadline (possibly the end of the year) to accomplish the aforementioned tasks.

Well, thank goodness the freak shows (read: political conventions) are over and done with. I have come to view politics with a great disdain now that I am not affiliated with either of cloned organizations. I have also been able to observe that there really is no difference in either political party's "base," as the voting constituency is referred to. The same level of ignorance, bigotry, and hatred is all-pervasive. The whole (s)election process, from the citizens' point of view, is no different than the Super Bowl. Choose a team, display rabid forms of loyalty and rivalry, and cheer 'em on to the finish. Yet, just as in professional football, the intrinsic differences between the players and the fans is gargantuan. Count me out.

Bread & Circuses

Last night, I was able to listen (on the Net) to Sarah Palin's acceptance speech to be the vice presidential nominee at the RNC. She stole the show from the usual old Republican fossils like Giulani, Thompson, and Shrub himself. In fact, Palin has taken the limelight off of John McCain. In the meantime, the so-called "liberals" and "progressives" were still locked in a seedy debate over Palin's family dynamics. What has happened to the fools? I monitored several of the comment sections of various articles about Palin. The heaviest participation involved the "tabloid"-like gossip that has subverted any debate on issues. By the way, the bikini and rifle photo of Palin was proven to be a faked composite.

However, let me make it perfectly clear. A McCain administration will be a scary one. An Obama administration will also be a scary one. In all honesty, I can see the "lesser of two evils" about as much as I can "see the forest from the trees." This is a scary year for the empire. Already facing decline, the empire is fighting for survival. We are in big trouble as the ruling elite (read: moneychangers and powers-that-be) plan to finish the job they started. We, the minions and peons, will bear the brunt of their nefarious pogrom.

I also transferred $1,400 from my investment accounts to my local bank to cover expenses incurred over the month. This will be the first month that I will assume a loss calculated to be $400 at the moment. I am facing the crisis of a lifetime, just as many of the destitute and the homeless, because of the greed and corruption of the moneychangers and powers-that-be. The (s)election will not save us. We will be faced with more of the same ... same highway robbery, that is. We are given these "bread and circus" political conventions that resemble the Oscar Awards more than anything else. Then, we must choose one set of the ruling elite's puppets for four more years of marionette foolery. Why do the empire's citizens put up with that crap? Why can't they elect decent third-party candidates?

I don't want to see a bunch of wannabe actors on stage reciting empty platitudes and meaningless rhetoric. I want to see action. Get the empire out of Iraq and Afghanistan. Forget about regime change in Iran. Forget about a confrontation with Russia and China. Stop appeasing Zionist Israel. Cut the crap about al Qaeda. Tell the truth about the "September 11th" event. Bring the empire's war criminals to the dock in the Hague. Repeal USA-PATRIOT and the Military Commissions Act. Close down the torture camps. The list is endless, but none of the items are "on the table." Why? To learn the answer, simply look up to see who is pulling the strings, so to speak.

Another homeless guy kind-of-a-day has gone without bread or circus. The urban nomad and the homeless are not privy to the excesses of the affluent class. I left for town at 9:15pm. I had over three hours of time to enjoy in the inner courtyard of the library. As always, I did my usual workout at the gym before departing for Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The same two young hotties, apparently Diploma Mill students, were on the bus, too. Upon arrival at Slob Manor, I prepared myself for another evening of the same ol' shit. What will tomorrow bring?

Future Bound

Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai including Long's® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms and I enjoyed a leisurely lunch which included lamp-baked chicken courtesy Foodland, steamed rice, and fresh vegetables along with sushi from Kozo Sushi. For dessert, moms served Meadow Gold® vanilla ice cream. I chatted with moms until 1pm.

I spent almost two hours in Koko Head Park. I ruminated upon the issues that I will face as the economy in Hawai'i degenerates further and the empire slides into collapse. In all honesty, though, I have no idea what I will do. My options are gradually disappearing. And, the "system" continues to close in on me. Psychologically, I have become very restless. Familial piety is all that keeps me sane and from fleeing.

I finally drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina at 2:45pm. I easily found shaded parking. I did my usual workout at the gym in a leisurely fashion. Then, I shopped for a couple of day's worth of groceries at Foodland. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm.

The evening will be spent listening to House Music mixes and will also find me locked in a struggle to determine more constructive steps to facilitate the exodus. Expenses are rising even though I have been cutting back on everything including necessities. Food costs, especially, have gone through the roof. Strangely, I find that only the homeless and I appear to be suffering from poverty. The remainder of the masses seem to have an abundance of money and have no trouble spending it, which is all the more reason why I must prepare to flee at a moment's notice.

General Delivery

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has been "preemptively detained." Again, I made the usual rounds ... the library, the gym. You know the drill. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on a very crowded bus. I sat in the middle of the long row of seats in the very back. Two young hotties sat on each side of me. That was the highlight of the day. I was back in my squalid room by 5pm.

I neglected to mention that I performed the dreaded laundry chores late last night. I had no choice as I had to wait in line to use the laundry facilities. This evening, I engaged in a more productive activity. In a bold move to toward "paperless" transactions, I logged onto almost all of my various on-line accounts and activated the option for electronic communications and archiving. Subsequently, I shredded any remaining physical documentation that is available on-line. My eventual goal is to eliminate the need for a physical mailing address. I will use the homeless trick of relying on Post Office "General Delivery." That should put a stop to the jury duty mail.

I have sustained some kind of back injury, the origin of which is unknown. It's actually along my spine. I felt a painful pop yesterday. Now there is a conspicuous bump. The area is also sensitive. I have decided to voluntarily reduce the maximum weight in all of my workout sets. Without any health insurance, I cannot be too careful.

Have you observed the excessive vitriol being dished out against Sarah Palin? She's the vice presidential running mate of John McCain. The so-called "liberals" and "progressives" are really slammin' her. In fact she's the target of more hatred than McCain himself. Worst of all, the attacks are mostly "tabloid"-oriented gossip. Very little has focused on important issues. Even the so-called "progressive" sites are spewing out an endless stream of articles, mostly negative, about Palin. Frankly, I believe that they have all taken the bait and fallen into a seedy trap. They have taken the discord to an adolescent level, and they have raised Palin to cult status. Not bad considering that we have hardly been introduced to her. Tired of these games? Boycott the vote, or vote for a third-party candidate.

Slave Labor Day 2008

Take last Saturday and clone it. That's the day in a nutshell. From the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall to Kawaikui Beach Park to Koko Head Park in Hawai'i Kai. To the gym in Koko Marina, to Taco Bell®, to Foodland, and back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The only oddity of the day was when I discovered that my Taco Bell® Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos were conspicuously missing one ingredient, the rice.

Slave Labor Day is a holiday in the empire. For unemployed urban nomads, it's just another day. Officially, Summer is over. Yet, who really keeps track of the seasons? I have managed to stay financially afloat for a year longer than I had originally predicted doom. However, my good fortune has come to an end. The "condotel" unit will be the "straw that breaks the camel's back" starting this month. By the way, tourism is fading fast in Hawai'i. I have no idea when the panic will start. There will be mass layoffs, which will cascade through the entire economy. I will also be brought down by the sinister kahuna, using its various "psych-ops" tricks like jury duty to toy with the oversized cranium.

Incidentally, I watched excerpts of John McCain as he announced the reduced schedule of the Republican Convention ahead of Hurricane Gustav arriving along the Gulf Coast. The most disconcerting aspect of McCain's announcement was the pronounced blinking of his eyes. Whassup wi' dat? Fortunately, McCain now has young hottie, Sarah Palin, at his side. Yes, as far as the ol' lavahead is concerned, Palin is a young hottie. However, she cannot hold a candle to the hottie gym trainer.

Whoa! Amy Goodman of Democracy Now! and two of her staff were arrested today. I have been watching Goodman's continuing coverage of the police state tactics that are being used against activists and protesters at both political conventions. "Preemptive detentions," is the latest technique.