Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... first, an early morning visit to Kawaikui Beach Park, then, the usual bus ride to town. I chatted with the retired guy for the duration of the ride. I see him on the bus every Wednesday. He does yardwork at his sister's home in Kuli'ou'ou. The homeless guy who owns a bicycle was also on the bus. He asked me if I had any spare change, but I had none to offer him.
At the library, I shifted the focus of my research to begin the search for the Creator. Mind you, I have tried to restore faith in the "Good Book." However, the discrepancies that I have detailed in the "blog" are too compelling to ignore. I will provide a list of books soon.
Nothing exciting happened at the gym. The liquid soap dispensers have been replaced, if that's any consolation. The bus ride to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was disturbing. A fat bitch with a lot of luggage came tearing through the back of the bus. In the process, the fat ho' rammed her crap into my legs while saying nothing. "Watch it," I said to the obese loser. The ho' gave me a lot of "lip." Fats also hurled a few racial slurs. I noticed that the bitch's luggage was filthy. I suspected that "it" was homeless. "Clean yourself up," I told the filthy lardball. The idiocy continued throughout the entire trip. I also reversed my game plan and became sarcastically condescending. I could tell that the mental midget was ready to lose it. Finally, the fat toad pulled a soiled Bible out of the filthy luggage. The ho' began prophesying to me, so I called Fats the "bus messiah." Oh, the whole affair was just too stupid. Both Fats and I looked like idiots. Frankly, I could care less. The incident was simply a cathartic reaction.
Every afternoon, when I return to my squalid room, I am overcome by nausea. I mean the latter figuratively, not to the point of "delivering street pizza." I still have too many useless possessions literally lying around (on the floor). I have done absolutely nothing to remedy the situation. I suppose that the real issue is the despicable "condotel" unit and my Nissan® Frontier truck. Both the latter and former are anchors around my neck, dragging me deeper and deeper into debt. I keep talking about "freedom" and the exodus, but I am only giving "lip service" to myself. Time is rapidly running out.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Tuesday Tidbits Revisited
Last night, I suffered from a bout of Montezuma's Revenge thanks to the $2 marked down hot meal (i.e., local-style bento) that I had procured from Foodland and eaten for dinner. I suppose that the four hot dogs that I consumed for lunch didn't help matters. I have been eating much worse than usual. I am wondering whether my pathetic life-style is finally getting the best of me. Hence, I have resorted to eating crappy food to compensate. I also now stock ice cream and crappy Oreo® cookies for snacks. Isn't that something?
While reading one of the ridiculous forums at the Pure T 'n A site, I happened across a thread that referenced the Fleshlight® Forums, the message boards for the infamous Fleshlight® device. The members of the board are known as "FLyers." All I can say is that there is some interesting reading in those forums.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has surpassed any expectations of the mundane. At the library, I continued my religious research. I concluded the reading of Bart Ehrman's book, "Lost Christianities." Frankly, I have no idea where I will go next with the project. I have become extremely disillusioned, although I cannot seem to find a way to articulate my frustration and despair. So, I must continue to defer any comments.
For lack of much else to discuss ... I have seen the African-American homeless guy at the library for over a year now. At first, I wasn't sure if he really was homeless. He always arrived at the library cleanly dressed, although he had a backpack that was simply too full. A few months later, he replaced the backpack with one of those useless luggage with the rollers. At that point, I was sure that he was homeless. Within a month, I noticed that the rollers were so worn out that the luggage made a huge racket when he rolled it around. A few days later, he acquired a handtruck and strapped the luggage to it. After a while, I think that he just gave in and quit the ruse. He now has a shopping cart with a piece of blue tarp covering it. The shopping cart is usually parked in front of the library every day. Today, he was napping under a tree with the shopping cart next to him. I often observe him carrying a large dilapidated cardboard box into the library with him. I surmise that he keeps his change of clothes in there. The guy is probably still in his twenties. He's sprouted a bit of gray hair. He's just another face in the crowd.
The only excitement at the gym was my discovery that someone had vandalized almost all of the liquid soap dispensers. In fact, all that remained were the wall mounts. Fortunately, I was able to find only one dispenser that had some blue-colored water in it so that I could wash off.
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I engaged in the same benign routine (i.e., prepare dinner, clean my squalid room with my humble dustpan and brush, etc.) prior to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
While reading one of the ridiculous forums at the Pure T 'n A site, I happened across a thread that referenced the Fleshlight® Forums, the message boards for the infamous Fleshlight® device. The members of the board are known as "FLyers." All I can say is that there is some interesting reading in those forums.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has surpassed any expectations of the mundane. At the library, I continued my religious research. I concluded the reading of Bart Ehrman's book, "Lost Christianities." Frankly, I have no idea where I will go next with the project. I have become extremely disillusioned, although I cannot seem to find a way to articulate my frustration and despair. So, I must continue to defer any comments.
For lack of much else to discuss ... I have seen the African-American homeless guy at the library for over a year now. At first, I wasn't sure if he really was homeless. He always arrived at the library cleanly dressed, although he had a backpack that was simply too full. A few months later, he replaced the backpack with one of those useless luggage with the rollers. At that point, I was sure that he was homeless. Within a month, I noticed that the rollers were so worn out that the luggage made a huge racket when he rolled it around. A few days later, he acquired a handtruck and strapped the luggage to it. After a while, I think that he just gave in and quit the ruse. He now has a shopping cart with a piece of blue tarp covering it. The shopping cart is usually parked in front of the library every day. Today, he was napping under a tree with the shopping cart next to him. I often observe him carrying a large dilapidated cardboard box into the library with him. I surmise that he keeps his change of clothes in there. The guy is probably still in his twenties. He's sprouted a bit of gray hair. He's just another face in the crowd.
The only excitement at the gym was my discovery that someone had vandalized almost all of the liquid soap dispensers. In fact, all that remained were the wall mounts. Fortunately, I was able to find only one dispenser that had some blue-colored water in it so that I could wash off.
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I engaged in the same benign routine (i.e., prepare dinner, clean my squalid room with my humble dustpan and brush, etc.) prior to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Another Mundane Monday
The morning commenced with my discovery of a major sugar ant invasion in my squalid room. Thousands of sugar ants were attacking my stash of granola and granola bars, all of which were in boxes. The plastic packaging was intact. I had to commit mass genocide upon the unsuspecting ants. Not a pretty sight.
I finally departed for Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 9am. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds ... Longs® In Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms served hot dogs for lunch along with fresh vegetables. Moms ate a slice of lasagna that she procured at Foodland. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert.
I kept moms company until 1:30pm. Then, I spent an hour at Koko Head Park. I ruminated about life and deliberated my options for the future. I drove back to Koko Marina after 2:30pm, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) in anticipation of another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
I finally departed for Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 9am. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds ... Longs® In Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms served hot dogs for lunch along with fresh vegetables. Moms ate a slice of lasagna that she procured at Foodland. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert.
I kept moms company until 1:30pm. Then, I spent an hour at Koko Head Park. I ruminated about life and deliberated my options for the future. I drove back to Koko Marina after 2:30pm, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) in anticipation of another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Observations
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday ... ho-hum. Same old routine in town. Outside was hot and sunny when I entered the gym. Upon leaving the gym, I was delayed by a sudden rainstorm. Earlier I had decided to make a side trip to Ala Moana Center, but I was having second thoughts when I saw the rain. I patiently waited until the weather cleared up. After all, I am in no hurry to be anywhere.
I rode the bus to Ala Moana. I meandered to Foodland to see if I could purchase a bento. This was the whole purpose of my trip to Ala Moana, since the Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center had disappointed me for the last few weeks. I was able to procure a Yakitori Bento. Then, I rode the Route 23 bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) via Waikiki. I was surprised to find that I arrived back at the dump at the usual time. Not that it mattered.
I made a few observations while I was riding the bus this afternoon. I saw a large number of homeless along with a bevy of shopping carts (full of personal possessions) in Ala Moana Park. I am not sure where the homeless migrate to at night since the park is now closed to the public after 10pm. And, Fudgepacker Park (read: Kapi'olani Park) in Waikiki has also been closed nightly for "cleaning." I am seeing more of the homeless camping in various bus stop shelters. The concrete benches in the bus stop shelters have been replaced with little concrete stools in order to prevent the homeless from sleeping on them. However, even bus riders disdain the stools. At one bus stop, someone had rolled one of the stools some distance from the bus stop shelter.
While passing through Waikiki, I noticed that all of the same tacky shops are still there. I had thought that many would have closed down. Most of the stores were fairly empty from what I could tell. Many of the hotels had "Vacancy" signs lit up. How are they all staying in business? The streets were not crowded with people. Of course, Ala Moana Center was very crowded. People were spending money like there's no tomorrow.
I ate the Yakitori Bento for dinner and enjoyed every bite. I was finally able to perform the dreaded laundry chores at 7:30pm, while I waited four hours until a certain Chinaman finally unloaded his clothes from the machines. Mind you, his laundry was done before I arrived back at Slob Manor at 3pm. Well, with the dreaded laundry chores completed, I can look forward to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Sheesh!
I rode the bus to Ala Moana. I meandered to Foodland to see if I could purchase a bento. This was the whole purpose of my trip to Ala Moana, since the Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center had disappointed me for the last few weeks. I was able to procure a Yakitori Bento. Then, I rode the Route 23 bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) via Waikiki. I was surprised to find that I arrived back at the dump at the usual time. Not that it mattered.
I made a few observations while I was riding the bus this afternoon. I saw a large number of homeless along with a bevy of shopping carts (full of personal possessions) in Ala Moana Park. I am not sure where the homeless migrate to at night since the park is now closed to the public after 10pm. And, Fudgepacker Park (read: Kapi'olani Park) in Waikiki has also been closed nightly for "cleaning." I am seeing more of the homeless camping in various bus stop shelters. The concrete benches in the bus stop shelters have been replaced with little concrete stools in order to prevent the homeless from sleeping on them. However, even bus riders disdain the stools. At one bus stop, someone had rolled one of the stools some distance from the bus stop shelter.
While passing through Waikiki, I noticed that all of the same tacky shops are still there. I had thought that many would have closed down. Most of the stores were fairly empty from what I could tell. Many of the hotels had "Vacancy" signs lit up. How are they all staying in business? The streets were not crowded with people. Of course, Ala Moana Center was very crowded. People were spending money like there's no tomorrow.
I ate the Yakitori Bento for dinner and enjoyed every bite. I was finally able to perform the dreaded laundry chores at 7:30pm, while I waited four hours until a certain Chinaman finally unloaded his clothes from the machines. Mind you, his laundry was done before I arrived back at Slob Manor at 3pm. Well, with the dreaded laundry chores completed, I can look forward to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Sheesh!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Even More Numbness
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... can you say, "Same ol' shit"? Nothing out of the ordinary transpired. When I finally returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that my squalid room was like a heated oven. I had to defer my plan to grill panini for dinner. Instead, I called upon my reserves of Reser's® frozen burritos. Sad, but true.
Last night, I installed Ubuntu Tweak on my beloved Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I'm quite impressed with the utility, although I maintain a mostly default configuration of Ubuntu Linux. The best part is that ubuntu Tweak has allowed me to easily install newer versions of existing software by updating my repository list. Thus, I was able to finally update to the new version of Transmission (bit-torrent client).
My psychological numbness continues, although there really is no sound explanation for it. Perhaps all of the pathetic news about the economy (i.e., peon-slave perspective), the musings of the myriad disappointed Obama supporters, the uncanny resemblance to the Shrub years (i.e., same wars, same torture crap), all of that is just numbing my mind. In addition, my continued religious research is not faring well for the Good Book.
Well, that only leaves another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to look forward to, if that is any consolation at all. I'll spend all evening with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Perhaps I will listen to my House Music library in order to further numb my senses. Yes, as I said before, that's as good as it gets.
Last night, I installed Ubuntu Tweak on my beloved Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I'm quite impressed with the utility, although I maintain a mostly default configuration of Ubuntu Linux. The best part is that ubuntu Tweak has allowed me to easily install newer versions of existing software by updating my repository list. Thus, I was able to finally update to the new version of Transmission (bit-torrent client).
My psychological numbness continues, although there really is no sound explanation for it. Perhaps all of the pathetic news about the economy (i.e., peon-slave perspective), the musings of the myriad disappointed Obama supporters, the uncanny resemblance to the Shrub years (i.e., same wars, same torture crap), all of that is just numbing my mind. In addition, my continued religious research is not faring well for the Good Book.
Well, that only leaves another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to look forward to, if that is any consolation at all. I'll spend all evening with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Perhaps I will listen to my House Music library in order to further numb my senses. Yes, as I said before, that's as good as it gets.
Friday, May 15, 2009
More Numbness
An early morning jaunt to Kawaikui Beach Park, and then I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck. I made a quick stop at the Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center in order to purchase two boxes of Quaker® Granola. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. He was busily manning the video game console. No surprise. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina ... Foodland and Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I also briefly assisted moms in finishing up the yardwork. I am not sure why moms insists on doing yardwork since the house is now owned by my bro. That's a story for another time.
I departed at 1:30pm and spent about an hour in Koko Head Park. At one point, three young Asian hotties appeared out of nowhere and sat at one of the picnic tables further down from where I was sitting. When I finally drove back to Koko Marina, I had difficulty finding shaded parking. After ten minutes of cruising around in a circle, I managed to find parking. I walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to prepare for another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
I departed at 1:30pm and spent about an hour in Koko Head Park. At one point, three young Asian hotties appeared out of nowhere and sat at one of the picnic tables further down from where I was sitting. When I finally drove back to Koko Marina, I had difficulty finding shaded parking. After ten minutes of cruising around in a circle, I managed to find parking. I walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to prepare for another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Numbness
Chant with me ... "Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ..." Yes, the same itinerary, the same routine, was met with dulled expectation. Nothing out of the ordinary transpired. I was neither relieved or disappointed. Numbness is becoming the state of my affect.
This week marks the end of my second full year of emancipation from wage slavery. I look back now and realize that I simply traded one form of slavery for another. Currently, I am enslaved to poverty. There is no escape from human tragedy.
At the library, I am continuing my religious research. I am back to reading Bart Ehrman's books since a few titles have been returned. I am also contemplating the reading Christopher Hitchen's book, "god is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything."
As for the evening, chant with me ... "Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening ... another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening." Sheesh!
This week marks the end of my second full year of emancipation from wage slavery. I look back now and realize that I simply traded one form of slavery for another. Currently, I am enslaved to poverty. There is no escape from human tragedy.
At the library, I am continuing my religious research. I am back to reading Bart Ehrman's books since a few titles have been returned. I am also contemplating the reading Christopher Hitchen's book, "god is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything."
As for the evening, chant with me ... "Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening ... another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening." Sheesh!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Even More Brevity
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was marked by absolutely nothing important. And, we already know the drill. I only deviated from my usual routine when I restored my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. Once I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I prepared myself for another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
I can relate only a few useless tidbits of nonsense in lieu of anything of substance:
I can relate only a few useless tidbits of nonsense in lieu of anything of substance:
- I have only seen Pete, the pipe-smoking homeless guy, at Kawaikui Beach Park. The homeless guy who owns a bicycle must leave very early in the morning. The ranks of the homeless must be increasing. I have seen shopping carts filled with personal possessions lined up at every regional park. The number of homeless who hang out at the library has decreased. Of course, with the nicer weather, there are many other places to hang out.
- The gym has watered down the liquid soap in the showers so much that the result is simply blue-colored water. I now have to carry my own liquid soap, which adds to the weight of my gym bag.
- I am wondering just how long before I end up with a life-threatening ailment. I have been using nitrate-laced deli-cut meats in my panini. As poor as I am, I cannot afford non-poisonous food.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
More Brevity
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... absolutely nothing new. Same itinerary. Same benign activities. Same crappy food. Time is slipping by, but I have no apparent desire to deviate from the mundane.
This morning at Kawaikui Beach Park, I observed two ladies, one in a wheelchair, cruising around. They stopped to chat with Pete, the pipe-smoking homeless guy. Finally, they arrived at the bench which I was sitting upon. Turns out that they are members of moms' church. In fact, one of them knows moms. They were out doing ministry work. After our brief chat, I wondered why I could not have that same kind of blind faith. Oh, to just believe that Good Book is an oracle from God! And, to believe that Armageddon and the resurrection is just around the corner!
Faith is an amazing vehicle in religious worship. Faith can overcome all obstacles to belief. One can, therefore, accept "truth" without evidence. I really have no faith in anything these days. Nothing makes sense. Wrong is right. Down is up. Lies are truth. Frankly, I cannot understand why I do not take the exodus much more seriously. I should be doing everything in my power to prepare to flee at a moment's notice. Instead, I am wasting lots of money and "kickin' the can" (i.e., wasting time). Maybe I'll just waste so much time and money that I end up homeless and destitute. Oh well.
This morning at Kawaikui Beach Park, I observed two ladies, one in a wheelchair, cruising around. They stopped to chat with Pete, the pipe-smoking homeless guy. Finally, they arrived at the bench which I was sitting upon. Turns out that they are members of moms' church. In fact, one of them knows moms. They were out doing ministry work. After our brief chat, I wondered why I could not have that same kind of blind faith. Oh, to just believe that Good Book is an oracle from God! And, to believe that Armageddon and the resurrection is just around the corner!
Faith is an amazing vehicle in religious worship. Faith can overcome all obstacles to belief. One can, therefore, accept "truth" without evidence. I really have no faith in anything these days. Nothing makes sense. Wrong is right. Down is up. Lies are truth. Frankly, I cannot understand why I do not take the exodus much more seriously. I should be doing everything in my power to prepare to flee at a moment's notice. Instead, I am wasting lots of money and "kickin' the can" (i.e., wasting time). Maybe I'll just waste so much time and money that I end up homeless and destitute. Oh well.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Brevity
I commenced the morning with a walk to Kawaikui Beach Park. I am surprised to see the number of people who stop at the park to smoke a few cigarettes. At 9am, I I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Hawai'i Kai. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I made the usual rounds ... Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We ate lunch at Yummy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert.
Once again, I spent some time at Koko Head Park. At 2:15pm, I drove to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Is there more to add? Not really.
Once again, I spent some time at Koko Head Park. At 2:15pm, I drove to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Is there more to add? Not really.
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