Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday was highlighted by an extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking fine, real fine, by the way. I attempted to mix ten-minute cardio intervals with my weight workout sets. At the end, I did 30 minutes of cardio. I am still restricted to the recumbent cycles. Thus, I could only achieve a target heart rate of 90bpm maximum. I cannot increase the resistance or the speed, or I will risk injuring the afflicted leg again. I also tried to use my usual cross-training cardio machine, but I quickly realized the folly of my error after a minute or so.
Needless to say, the heart "palpitations" returned in full force after my gym workout. I am beginning to suspect that caffeine (i.e., morning coffee) may be the culprit, or an adjunct cause at the least. Why do I suspect caffeine? The "palpitations" completely disappear by late evening, probably around the time that the caffeine is completely purged from my body. There are no "palpitations" while I am sleeping or early in the morning. Do I have to give up coffee again? Perhaps.
Well, I finally become too disillusioned by relying even minutely on the empire's so-called "mainstream media." The reporting is atrocious. What's even worse are the viewer comments. Why are such comments made by morons even allowed? I am perpetually appalled by the sheer stupidity displayed by an allegedly literate public. Therefore, I am now relying upon Al Jazeera as my primary "mainstream" source in addition to the usual alternative media. Runner-up is Iran's Press TV.
Sadly, a few minutes later after choosing my replacement "mainstream" news sources, I was still unable to find breaking news or some tidbit of truth. So far, there have been "unconfirmed" tidbits that the attack by "coalition forces" (i.e., empire and its stooge regimes) have gone far beyond the original "no-fly zone" plan. Lots of "collateral damage" as well. There's unbelievably positive news from the Fukushima nuclear meltdown. The external power line has been hooked up, and the brave irradiated engineers are attempting to restore the cooling systems. "Unconfirmed" reports, however, are claiming that the cooling systems are most likely non-functioning. War is peace. Ignorance is strength. Wrong is right.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
All for Nothing
Same ol' shit. At the library, I ran into Ann. She was still not feeling good, although most of the flu symptoms are gone. I am pretty certain that stress is exacerbating the situation for her. My homeless buddy was also there. He showed me a new digital camera that he just purchased.
At the gym, I noticed that the heart "palpitations" commenced during my weight workout. Almost every other heartbeat does not produce a pulse. My guess is that the weight workout, being anaerobic, is producing hypertension-like symptoms. The exaggerated muscle tightness may also be constricting blood flow. Only an aerobic workout can offset the latter effects. Thus, I attempted to perform a mixed cardio set, but my heart rate never even approached 90bpm. Until my leg is fully healed, I cannot realize any cardiovascular benefits. I am becoming extremely frustrated. Should I just stop working out entirely for a few weeks then?
My leg has stopped showing any improvement since two days ago. I can walk on level ground at a decent pace, but it's nothing close to normal. I have difficulty climbing or descending stairs as well. There is still some swelling, so I put an ice pack on my leg once I am back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Well, now that the secular Apocalypse has officially begun, I have essentially lost interest in everything. I pondered about the events of the last few years, unable to understand why I haven't seen just how bad things have gotten. Most of the problems are human engineered, which just goes to show how much worse the arrogance and hubris has become. The moneychangers and powers-that-be seem to believe that they are both invincible and immortal. Even with huge catastrophes like the Gulf oil spill and now the Fukushima meltdown, lessons have not been learned. There are several wars still dragging on, none of which were necessary. As of today, the line has been crossed for potentially another war that may eventually ignite the whole of Africa. There are still shady financial machinations going on that seem to be getting worse, not better. The same mistakes will be repeated ad infinitum, essentially playing brinkmanship with diminishing odds, until mass extinction comes to fruition. We are on a collision course with our own destruction, and we're picking up speed by the day.
Since the main perpetrators are the remnants of "Western civilization" led by the empire, there is a hint of Judeo-Pauline-Christianity at play. We, especially the citizens of empire, keep hearing about God (of the Yahweh Triad) ad nauseum. The latter is the guiding force behind the insanity of careening to our self-destruction. Don't those fools realize that, if Roman Emperor Constantine has not embraced Pauline-Christianity as a ploy to consolidate his empire, the whole of that ridiculous religion would have faded into non-history? The idiotic fanatics are now at the helm, and they are steering the ship of "civilization" toward what they believe to be Armageddon. Why? They want to force God's hand. They want absolution. They want salvation. They want to take their riches with them. They'll destroy us all for a deity that does not exist. Sheer madness!
At the gym, I noticed that the heart "palpitations" commenced during my weight workout. Almost every other heartbeat does not produce a pulse. My guess is that the weight workout, being anaerobic, is producing hypertension-like symptoms. The exaggerated muscle tightness may also be constricting blood flow. Only an aerobic workout can offset the latter effects. Thus, I attempted to perform a mixed cardio set, but my heart rate never even approached 90bpm. Until my leg is fully healed, I cannot realize any cardiovascular benefits. I am becoming extremely frustrated. Should I just stop working out entirely for a few weeks then?
My leg has stopped showing any improvement since two days ago. I can walk on level ground at a decent pace, but it's nothing close to normal. I have difficulty climbing or descending stairs as well. There is still some swelling, so I put an ice pack on my leg once I am back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
Well, now that the secular Apocalypse has officially begun, I have essentially lost interest in everything. I pondered about the events of the last few years, unable to understand why I haven't seen just how bad things have gotten. Most of the problems are human engineered, which just goes to show how much worse the arrogance and hubris has become. The moneychangers and powers-that-be seem to believe that they are both invincible and immortal. Even with huge catastrophes like the Gulf oil spill and now the Fukushima meltdown, lessons have not been learned. There are several wars still dragging on, none of which were necessary. As of today, the line has been crossed for potentially another war that may eventually ignite the whole of Africa. There are still shady financial machinations going on that seem to be getting worse, not better. The same mistakes will be repeated ad infinitum, essentially playing brinkmanship with diminishing odds, until mass extinction comes to fruition. We are on a collision course with our own destruction, and we're picking up speed by the day.
Since the main perpetrators are the remnants of "Western civilization" led by the empire, there is a hint of Judeo-Pauline-Christianity at play. We, especially the citizens of empire, keep hearing about God (of the Yahweh Triad) ad nauseum. The latter is the guiding force behind the insanity of careening to our self-destruction. Don't those fools realize that, if Roman Emperor Constantine has not embraced Pauline-Christianity as a ploy to consolidate his empire, the whole of that ridiculous religion would have faded into non-history? The idiotic fanatics are now at the helm, and they are steering the ship of "civilization" toward what they believe to be Armageddon. Why? They want to force God's hand. They want absolution. They want salvation. They want to take their riches with them. They'll destroy us all for a deity that does not exist. Sheer madness!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Welcome to the Secular Apocalypse!
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.
Moms is planning to devote 50 hours next month to "pioneer" (i.e., perform "field service") for the cult. There's a lot of pressure from corporate headquarters being put upon the rank-and-file believers to push the "Armageddon" crap onto the untapped masses. With all of the wars and the recent earthquake in Japan, the "anointed" leaders of the cult are firmly convinced that the "Great Tribulation" in the bogus book of Revelation is nearing completion. If the cult's followers do not go out and "save" people by converting them, then they stand the chance of being judged unworthy of the "Kingdom of God (of the Yahweh Triad)." Yeah, the same kind of nonsense that infested all of Europe during the Dark Ages.
My nephew is still on disciplinary suspension from school. although Spring Break is currently in effect. He hasn't been doing much. He stays up very late every night, either watching the tube or playing video games. Thus, he ends up sleeping for most of the day. I'm a little worried about him, but there's not much that I can do. From what I understand, my bro wants to evict him when he turns 18 years of age. The way my nephew is going, the latter outcome is highly probable.
At the gym, I discovered that I have put on almost seven additional pounds in the last week (i.e., time spent with "pegleg"). Whoa! I am gaining about a pound per day. I also noticed that the heart "palpitations" commence sometime after my workout. What is going on here?
Petrol prices in Hawai'i have spiked with the lowest grade running at $4.06 per gallon. The crisis in Japan has also caused a dramatic decline in Asian tourist arrivals. Frankly, I believe that the local economy is going to collapse.
Speaking of Asia, have you seen the latest satellite pictures of the Fukushima Daiichi plant? If not, here's a glimpse:
Fukushima Daiichi (4-3-2-1)
Only 4 out of 6 reactor buildings are shown. Three of the four reactors are in various states of destruction. Here is the internal configuration of each reactor building:
Moms is planning to devote 50 hours next month to "pioneer" (i.e., perform "field service") for the cult. There's a lot of pressure from corporate headquarters being put upon the rank-and-file believers to push the "Armageddon" crap onto the untapped masses. With all of the wars and the recent earthquake in Japan, the "anointed" leaders of the cult are firmly convinced that the "Great Tribulation" in the bogus book of Revelation is nearing completion. If the cult's followers do not go out and "save" people by converting them, then they stand the chance of being judged unworthy of the "Kingdom of God (of the Yahweh Triad)." Yeah, the same kind of nonsense that infested all of Europe during the Dark Ages.
My nephew is still on disciplinary suspension from school. although Spring Break is currently in effect. He hasn't been doing much. He stays up very late every night, either watching the tube or playing video games. Thus, he ends up sleeping for most of the day. I'm a little worried about him, but there's not much that I can do. From what I understand, my bro wants to evict him when he turns 18 years of age. The way my nephew is going, the latter outcome is highly probable.
At the gym, I discovered that I have put on almost seven additional pounds in the last week (i.e., time spent with "pegleg"). Whoa! I am gaining about a pound per day. I also noticed that the heart "palpitations" commence sometime after my workout. What is going on here?
Petrol prices in Hawai'i have spiked with the lowest grade running at $4.06 per gallon. The crisis in Japan has also caused a dramatic decline in Asian tourist arrivals. Frankly, I believe that the local economy is going to collapse.
Speaking of Asia, have you seen the latest satellite pictures of the Fukushima Daiichi plant? If not, here's a glimpse:
Note that the spent fuel storage pool is inside the reactor building. Now, go back and look at the first photo of reactors 4, 3, and 1 above. What do you think the interior of those building look like right about now?
The courageous work crew is currently attempting to bridge a power line to the plant in order to restore cooling service. However, there is no guarantee that any of the primary or back-up systems are even functioning anymore. Take a good look, my friends. The secular Apocalypse is finally here.
Meanwhile, the empire, under the guise of a "coalition" of nations (i.e., stooge powers), are beginning what may be a new colonial war in Libya. Invoking a "no-fly" zone entails more than watching the skies for rogue planes. There may be bombing of regional military installations and possible ground troop involvement. In other words, we are looking at smaller scale version of the invasion of Iraq. Did I already say, "secular Apocalypse"?
The courageous work crew is currently attempting to bridge a power line to the plant in order to restore cooling service. However, there is no guarantee that any of the primary or back-up systems are even functioning anymore. Take a good look, my friends. The secular Apocalypse is finally here.
Meanwhile, the empire, under the guise of a "coalition" of nations (i.e., stooge powers), are beginning what may be a new colonial war in Libya. Invoking a "no-fly" zone entails more than watching the skies for rogue planes. There may be bombing of regional military installations and possible ground troop involvement. In other words, we are looking at smaller scale version of the invasion of Iraq. Did I already say, "secular Apocalypse"?
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Illusion of Hurdy-Gurdy
"At present, we're witnessing the entire repertoire of the neo-con clown school of misdirection and mendacity. What is unfolding is straight out of the Leo Strauss playbook for the intellectually bankrupt: First, employ a Reagan/Bush/Walker/ type manqué, and have these ambulatory Pez® Dispensers shower the public at large with candied covered "noble lies" i.e., promulgating faux populist sound bites serving to conceal the machinations of a corrupt elite, thereby ensuring the retention and expansion of elitist power." -- Phil RockstrohThe day? Same ol' shit. At least I'm sportin' a revitalized extreme monk haircut courtesy the Institute of Hair Design. The stylist who cut my hair was a young hottie. Fortunately, my leg has improved enough to walk longer distances. Otherwise, I would have been looking pretty grubby by the weekend.
At the library, I chatted with the guy who just returned from Asia. His left leg was covered with a removable cast. Apparently, he fractured a bone in his foot. I discovered that he's homeless. He lives in his van, which he parks somewhere in Palolo Valley. He lost his job at a restaurant in Waikiki. Now, he is surviving off of $950 per month in SSI benefits. That's why he spent four months in Asia. He was able to live on so much less. Next time, he's planning for a six-month stay. I admire his ingenuity. He said that rent only cost him about $150 per month including maid service and all utilities. Food? About $2 to $5 per day for elaborate meals.
At the gym, I have resorted to using the recumbent cycles for 20 minutes in order to receive extremely minor cardiovascular benefits. Essentially, I can only peddle with one leg, although I have both feet on the peddles. I was also devoid of heart "palpitations" while I slept last night and also for most of the day. I noticed that the "palpitations" returned while I was doing my upper body workout. By late afternoon, the "palpitations" were again mummified. Strange things.
Well, there's really nothing more to do except to wait for the radioactive fallout to arrive from the Fukushima nuclear power plant. No, I am not going to run out and purchase a supply of potassium iodide tablets. Fools living on the empire's mainland are already doing so in large numbers. And, the empire's fearless figurehead leader, Obama, has assured the plebeian population that absolutely no harmful radiation will seep into its territories. By what supernatural means will he accomplish such a feat?
I have previously discussed my own thesis about the human-concocted institutions of love and marriage in the "blog" of October 9th of last year, appropriately titled, "Vienna Sausage Mysteries." I also provided a hypothetical scenario of human mating in very ancient times. So, when exactly did humans concoct the foolishness known as "romantic love"? Many historians point to the time of the ill-fated Albigensian Cathars circa the 12th century In Languedoc France. The Troubadours emerged during that time and were renowned for their sacred and spiritual ballads. Although the ballads were religious in nature, they focused on God's love and the reciprocal love of God's followers. The ballads were so passionate that they inspired the notion of "romantic love" (i.e., between "lover" and "beloved") for mortal humans. Thus, "romantic love" is only 800 years in the making.
The fact that "romantic love" can easily be sullied is a testimony to its dubious origin. The failed "civilization" paradigm attempted to remove animal-like behaviors from the human psyche and, therefore, put a more a more "civilized" face on strictly animalistic behavior (i.e., suppress the "inner animal"). Unfortunately, humans are animals and will always be animals. When the suppression mechanisms of "civilization" break down, we see humans for what they are. The real illusion is "civilization."
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
7 Kumk'u 8 Ix
(12.19.18.3.14) Same ol' shit. To avoid belaboring the point, the condition of my leg has improved. I no longer need to swing my right leg out in a semi-circle in order to walk "pegleg"-style. I can take regular, albeit short, steps now. Unfortunately, another health crisis may be in the making. My heart rate has become somewhat irregular. I am experiencing what I have previously described as "palpitations," although I am not even certain whether the description is accurate. The symptoms were present last night. However, by this afternoon, I was almost certain that a "cardio event" was in the making. The "palpitations" were non-stop. Is that what happens when I take a week off from my cardio workouts? Or, are those two Spam® Musubis that I purchased from Foodland this morning coming back to haunt me?
I ran into Ann at the library. She was on her way back to Wahi'awa. She is suffering a bout with the flu, or so it seems. Ann believes that stress is the underlying cause. I tend to agree with her. Stress reduces the body's ability to fend off diseases. I also ran into one of the old regulars. He just returned from Asia, where he spent the last four months. He lived like a king for $900 during the entire time. I was amazed that the empire's currency had retained so much value.
There is very little real news about the Fukushima nuclear meltdown that is occurring as we speak. Truth, once again, is proving to be elusive. Out here in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, we have heard little about the potential for highly radioactive fallout. We are going to face the same problem that almost the entire population of Japan will face in a matter of days: How to evacuate millions of people off of a bunch of islands?
Even if the radioactive fallout does not reach populated areas, where will it eventually end up? What will the resulting damage be? Could it poison our water and ecosystems? Could it cause genetic mutations in plants and animals? Does anyone care? None of us in the rank-and-file class seems to know much about the Gulf oil spill either. Where did all of that oil and chemical dispersants go? What real damage was caused, and what will be the future impact?
Friends, we really don't need to wait for the downhill slide of Peak Oil or the effects of global climate change to kick in. We've got the makings of a huge regional war already in the Middle East and North Africa. A global war is not impossible. From all indication, the secular Apocalypse is at our doorstep. Unfortunately, about 75 percent of the world's population doesn't seem to mind because they are waiting for Armageddon (not to be confused with the secular Apocalypse). For those people who don't know, that's when God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline Christianity, and Islam) cleans up the mess that we humans have made. Frankly, we humans are in deep shit.
I ran into Ann at the library. She was on her way back to Wahi'awa. She is suffering a bout with the flu, or so it seems. Ann believes that stress is the underlying cause. I tend to agree with her. Stress reduces the body's ability to fend off diseases. I also ran into one of the old regulars. He just returned from Asia, where he spent the last four months. He lived like a king for $900 during the entire time. I was amazed that the empire's currency had retained so much value.
There is very little real news about the Fukushima nuclear meltdown that is occurring as we speak. Truth, once again, is proving to be elusive. Out here in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, we have heard little about the potential for highly radioactive fallout. We are going to face the same problem that almost the entire population of Japan will face in a matter of days: How to evacuate millions of people off of a bunch of islands?
Even if the radioactive fallout does not reach populated areas, where will it eventually end up? What will the resulting damage be? Could it poison our water and ecosystems? Could it cause genetic mutations in plants and animals? Does anyone care? None of us in the rank-and-file class seems to know much about the Gulf oil spill either. Where did all of that oil and chemical dispersants go? What real damage was caused, and what will be the future impact?
Friends, we really don't need to wait for the downhill slide of Peak Oil or the effects of global climate change to kick in. We've got the makings of a huge regional war already in the Middle East and North Africa. A global war is not impossible. From all indication, the secular Apocalypse is at our doorstep. Unfortunately, about 75 percent of the world's population doesn't seem to mind because they are waiting for Armageddon (not to be confused with the secular Apocalypse). For those people who don't know, that's when God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline Christianity, and Islam) cleans up the mess that we humans have made. Frankly, we humans are in deep shit.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Ides of March 2011
Another "pegleg" ... errr, I mean urban nomad ... kind-of-a-day has hobbled into the infirmary of time. I am able to limp slightly faster, but I am still moving in slow motion. I am also icing down my leg when I am in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The swelling has decreased from what I can tell. I have large calves to begin with, which were actually larger prior to my old man years. Guys used to ask me all the time about what I did to develop those calf muscles. Unfortunately, I had to tell them that I did nothing. I was born with them. Anyway, icing down my leg seems to have helped.
At the gym, I finally decided to try the one-and-only cardio machine that uses arm power. My arms were already a little fatigued from my weight workout. Nonetheless, I persevered through 25 minutes of arm pedaling. I can't say that I received any cardiovascular benefits. I didn't break a sweat, and I was breathing normally. My arms sure got tired, though.
I also attempted to use any possible bus route to reduce my walking distance. When I arrived at Ala Moana Center this morning, I waited for the Route 8 bus, just to get to the other side of the mall. In the afternoon, I rode the Route 4 bus from the library to the gym. Overall, a lot more time was spent in transit. I am not really engaged in anything productive, so I suppose that it doesn't matter.
The situation in Japan appears to be worsening by the day. Sadly, the worst part of the crisis has just begun. The fate of the Fukushima Daiichi and Daini nuclear power plants is hanging on some various precarious remedies being applied given the amount of damage the plants sustained. I surmise that core meltdowns are inevitable. Worse is the possibility that the containment buildings storing spent fuel have been breached. We can only imagine that radioactive debris has been streaming upward to transit in the atmospheric jet stream. The latest word is that Hawai'i is now on the trajectory for radioactive fallout due to shifting wind currents. Not to worry, though, as Japan's central bank has injected the equivalent of $283 billion into the "system," so the Nikkei is apparently surging. Very sad.
Thousands of lives were lost in a tragedy that was attributed to an "act of God." Millions of lives have been lost in similar tragedies and in foolish wars attributed to "evil." A human life is really worth nothing more than a common barnyard animal. Only humans believe that their lives are worth more, usually because of some kind of religious mumbo-jumbo. When are people going to finally realize that religion is the concoction of a few drug-induced minds of the ancient "mystery schools"? When are they going to see that religion was the cornerstone of the failed "civilization" paradigm? When are they going to understand that the failed "civilization" paradigm is the sole catalyst for the upcoming secular Apocalypse?
On a vain note, I have monitoring the tablet computer developments on and off. I must say that I am becoming more unimpressed as the time goes on. What could have been a truly novel avenue for personal computing has instead become another consumer vanity (with emphasis on "consumer"). Essentially, tablet computers are passive entertainment viewers. They are being designed to hold digitized photos, music libraries, e-books, games, and movies. Net connectivity focuses upon passive Web experiences, social networking, and limited file sharing. Worst of all, the current crop of tablet computers must dock with a traditional computer for updating and so forth. I am really not impressed.
At the gym, I finally decided to try the one-and-only cardio machine that uses arm power. My arms were already a little fatigued from my weight workout. Nonetheless, I persevered through 25 minutes of arm pedaling. I can't say that I received any cardiovascular benefits. I didn't break a sweat, and I was breathing normally. My arms sure got tired, though.
I also attempted to use any possible bus route to reduce my walking distance. When I arrived at Ala Moana Center this morning, I waited for the Route 8 bus, just to get to the other side of the mall. In the afternoon, I rode the Route 4 bus from the library to the gym. Overall, a lot more time was spent in transit. I am not really engaged in anything productive, so I suppose that it doesn't matter.
The situation in Japan appears to be worsening by the day. Sadly, the worst part of the crisis has just begun. The fate of the Fukushima Daiichi and Daini nuclear power plants is hanging on some various precarious remedies being applied given the amount of damage the plants sustained. I surmise that core meltdowns are inevitable. Worse is the possibility that the containment buildings storing spent fuel have been breached. We can only imagine that radioactive debris has been streaming upward to transit in the atmospheric jet stream. The latest word is that Hawai'i is now on the trajectory for radioactive fallout due to shifting wind currents. Not to worry, though, as Japan's central bank has injected the equivalent of $283 billion into the "system," so the Nikkei is apparently surging. Very sad.
Thousands of lives were lost in a tragedy that was attributed to an "act of God." Millions of lives have been lost in similar tragedies and in foolish wars attributed to "evil." A human life is really worth nothing more than a common barnyard animal. Only humans believe that their lives are worth more, usually because of some kind of religious mumbo-jumbo. When are people going to finally realize that religion is the concoction of a few drug-induced minds of the ancient "mystery schools"? When are they going to see that religion was the cornerstone of the failed "civilization" paradigm? When are they going to understand that the failed "civilization" paradigm is the sole catalyst for the upcoming secular Apocalypse?
On a vain note, I have monitoring the tablet computer developments on and off. I must say that I am becoming more unimpressed as the time goes on. What could have been a truly novel avenue for personal computing has instead become another consumer vanity (with emphasis on "consumer"). Essentially, tablet computers are passive entertainment viewers. They are being designed to hold digitized photos, music libraries, e-books, games, and movies. Net connectivity focuses upon passive Web experiences, social networking, and limited file sharing. Worst of all, the current crop of tablet computers must dock with a traditional computer for updating and so forth. I am really not impressed.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Post No. 1,779
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. My Panda Express® fortune cookie's prognosis: "Your personality is fueled by the fascination you feel for life." So true! Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.
Not doing any kind of cardio workout at the gym has made me both sluggish and testy. Simply doing upper body workouts is boring. I am also noticing a small "spare tire" that is growing around my midriff section. There's not much that I can do. My leg is showing only minor improvement. The healing process may take close to a month since I absolutely refuse to stay off my feet.
There's a lot more to discuss, but I am too fatigued as usual. I am sure that Chris Hedges or Morris Berman can fill in for me. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! That only leaves the topic of Kubuntu. I am finally reporting that Kubuntu has been running quite well on my Acer® Aspire One netbook. I am still experiencing minor problems with power management, though. The "plasma" netbook interface is superb. Thus, I am deploying the netbook much more frequently, albeit only in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Only two more months before the debut of Kubuntu "Natty Narwhal"!
Not doing any kind of cardio workout at the gym has made me both sluggish and testy. Simply doing upper body workouts is boring. I am also noticing a small "spare tire" that is growing around my midriff section. There's not much that I can do. My leg is showing only minor improvement. The healing process may take close to a month since I absolutely refuse to stay off my feet.
There's a lot more to discuss, but I am too fatigued as usual. I am sure that Chris Hedges or Morris Berman can fill in for me. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! That only leaves the topic of Kubuntu. I am finally reporting that Kubuntu has been running quite well on my Acer® Aspire One netbook. I am still experiencing minor problems with power management, though. The "plasma" netbook interface is superb. Thus, I am deploying the netbook much more frequently, albeit only in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Only two more months before the debut of Kubuntu "Natty Narwhal"!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Rock Pile Epiphany
I decided to give my leg a reprieve by altering my usual Sunday urban nomad routine. I drove my filthy Nissan® Frontier truck to Kahala Mall this morning. The landlord's husband had taken a weedwhacker to the foot-high weeds growing in the rock pile at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Now, I have a thick and sticky green slime coating the entire exterior of the truck. Worst yet, chopping the weeds down does nothing more than make them grow even thicker. The weeds have thorns on them, most of which are long enough to go right through my slippers (read: slippahs).
I spent a little over an hour in the Barnes & Noble® Café. A cup of coffee now cost about 30 cents more since my last visit. I perused the usual computer magazines, albeit with little enthusiasm. After a heated internal debate, I decided to ride the bus to town in order to go to the gym. Once again, I only performed the weight portion of my workout.
I was back at Kahala Mall by 1pm. I hobbled around like a senior citizen for another hour before putting an end to the charade. For a non-consumer, hanging around a mall is simply pointless. I made a stop at Foodland Farms in the Aina Haina Shopping Center before returning to the ever-dismal Slob Manor. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
My leg has improved slightly. I am still walking in slow motion, but I am moving at a slightly faster pace. We're still looking at several more days before I can claim any kind of recovery. I did not walk as much as I did yesterday. However, I still covered a bit of distance. In slow motion, that translates into a lot of wasted time. People, in general, were not too sympathetic. I was essentially in the way, just like all of the slow moving senior citizens. Climbing stairs was a real pain (literally), by the way.
Later, I discovered that my calf was somewhat swollen. It may have been swollen for the past two days. I have kept a bandage on it continuously, so I didn't notice. I'm icing it down as we speak. What a fool! I don't know why I don't take better care of myself. I should not have been out carousing. However, I have great difficulty sitting in my squalid room at Slob Manor and doing nothing. I don't like being in the dump at all. Yet, walking around on a severely injured leg makes no sense.
On a side note, I have been haunted by the accurate observations that Chris Hedges made in his book, "Empire of Illusion." I can't really call what I experienced today as an epiphany, but I was jolted by how bad the situation really is. We, the rank-and-file peons of empire, are truly in some kind of "Dark Ages." What else could explain the rampant stupidity? Hedges certainly understands reality, but few will listen to him. Frankly, as I've stated before, we're too far gone already. There's no turning back.
I spent a little over an hour in the Barnes & Noble® Café. A cup of coffee now cost about 30 cents more since my last visit. I perused the usual computer magazines, albeit with little enthusiasm. After a heated internal debate, I decided to ride the bus to town in order to go to the gym. Once again, I only performed the weight portion of my workout.
I was back at Kahala Mall by 1pm. I hobbled around like a senior citizen for another hour before putting an end to the charade. For a non-consumer, hanging around a mall is simply pointless. I made a stop at Foodland Farms in the Aina Haina Shopping Center before returning to the ever-dismal Slob Manor. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
My leg has improved slightly. I am still walking in slow motion, but I am moving at a slightly faster pace. We're still looking at several more days before I can claim any kind of recovery. I did not walk as much as I did yesterday. However, I still covered a bit of distance. In slow motion, that translates into a lot of wasted time. People, in general, were not too sympathetic. I was essentially in the way, just like all of the slow moving senior citizens. Climbing stairs was a real pain (literally), by the way.
Later, I discovered that my calf was somewhat swollen. It may have been swollen for the past two days. I have kept a bandage on it continuously, so I didn't notice. I'm icing it down as we speak. What a fool! I don't know why I don't take better care of myself. I should not have been out carousing. However, I have great difficulty sitting in my squalid room at Slob Manor and doing nothing. I don't like being in the dump at all. Yet, walking around on a severely injured leg makes no sense.
On a side note, I have been haunted by the accurate observations that Chris Hedges made in his book, "Empire of Illusion." I can't really call what I experienced today as an epiphany, but I was jolted by how bad the situation really is. We, the rank-and-file peons of empire, are truly in some kind of "Dark Ages." What else could explain the rampant stupidity? Hedges certainly understands reality, but few will listen to him. Frankly, as I've stated before, we're too far gone already. There's no turning back.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Slow Motion (Reprise)
Against my better judgment, I decided to follow my usual urban nomad routine. My leg has not improved, so I am still afflicted with pain. Walking is a real chore. And, since I rode the bus, I did a lot of walking. I can only move in slow motion. Even 80-year-old senior citizens were passing me by as though I was standing still.
Typical "Love" Hottie
At the library, I completed reading, "Empire of Illusion," by Chris Hedges. The ending didn't seem to fit the book. Hedges prescribed "love" as the antidote to the upcoming upheaval in empire. I was reminded of David Icke's suggested deployment of "love" to combat the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials (SSREs) in his book, "Tales From the Time Loop." Strange things.
Ann made her usual stop at the library. She chatted with me briefly before departing. She was heading to the beach on the North Shore. Since Ann moved to Wahi'awa, she has missed seeing the beach. Can't say that I blame her.
My workouts at the gym have been fairly short ever since the injury occurred. There is no way for me to perform any kind of cardio workout while I still suffer from the "pegleg." Well, I suppose that the walk from the library to the gym can be considered a substitute cardio workout. The walk took me damned near 20 minutes to complete. Yeah, that's how slow I have been moving. The only consolation so far is that I have not had much of an appetite. Since I am more sedentary, I do not need to consume as much food.
I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. Since I am in pain and can hardly walk, there is nothing else for me to do except piddle around. I'm wasting precious time. What else is new? I have been privileged to preview what old age is really like. When I see the old folks hobbling around, I can fully appreciate what they are experiencing. Right now, I just wish I had a walking cane. Sheesh!
Ann made her usual stop at the library. She chatted with me briefly before departing. She was heading to the beach on the North Shore. Since Ann moved to Wahi'awa, she has missed seeing the beach. Can't say that I blame her.
My workouts at the gym have been fairly short ever since the injury occurred. There is no way for me to perform any kind of cardio workout while I still suffer from the "pegleg." Well, I suppose that the walk from the library to the gym can be considered a substitute cardio workout. The walk took me damned near 20 minutes to complete. Yeah, that's how slow I have been moving. The only consolation so far is that I have not had much of an appetite. Since I am more sedentary, I do not need to consume as much food.
I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. Since I am in pain and can hardly walk, there is nothing else for me to do except piddle around. I'm wasting precious time. What else is new? I have been privileged to preview what old age is really like. When I see the old folks hobbling around, I can fully appreciate what they are experiencing. Right now, I just wish I had a walking cane. Sheesh!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Nice Day for a Tsunami (Reprise)
At 9pm last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I finally decided to shut down my big Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer and sit on my squalid bed with my legs elevated. Fortunately, I could put my tiny Acer® Aspire One netbook on my lap and continue my usual benign evening experience sans downloading hurdy-gurdy videos for my massive collection. A tablet computer would have been more applicable.
Well, the evacuation sirens started up at 10pm. Although I was in pain, I had to begin packing up my important papers and other possessions which can fit in my Nissan® Frontier truck just like last time (refer to the "blog" of February 27th of last year). Not having much is really a blessing in disguise. Unfortunately, because of the leg pain, I had to make the tentative decision to leave much more behind.
At 10:15pm, I popped open an emergency brewski. What more could I do? The burning question at the moment was, where exactly could I evacuate to in the middle of the night? Meathead (aka Brian) returned a few minutes earlier. His huge widescreen LCD tube was blaring away within seconds. I could hear him walking back and forth, moving his crap around. He was literally in a state of panic. He's got a lot to lose if the tsunami hits and water inundates the second floor. The landlord departed at 10:49pm, leaving me with an invitation to stay at the nursery if I desired. Brian also evacuated to who-knows-where.
I continued to sit on my squalid bed, opting to wait until the last minute to evacuate Slob Manor. The second siren warning sounded at 11:17pm, which meant that the evacuation would be mandatory. I woke Alan up. The young Asian hottie and her boyfriend came by to pick up a few things. The boyfriend observed that I was packing stuff and downing the emergency brewski. "I like your style," he told me. They departed for Kaimuki. Alan left for Wahi'awa. I secured the place before leaving at midnight for parts unknown.
Instantly, I made the decision to drive to Hawai'i Kai. I drove to the landlord's nursery, but no one appeared to be awake. I probably shouldn't have waited until midnight, eh? I ended up at the temporary emergency shelter that was set up at Koko Head Park. Oddly, I was one of the first to arrive. I chatted with one of the three volunteers, but I was not able to glean much information about the shelter facilities. As far as I could tell, there was one large empty room and restrooms. There were no provisions for sleeping. "I guess you can sleep in your car," I was told. The volunteer seemed more preoccupied with a family of ten that was supposedly coming in at any moment. I was left to fend for myself.
I parked my truck in a secluded area of the park. I made a big mistake by imbibing, not one, but three emergency brewskis. The walk to the restrooms was formidable, given my "pegleg." I attempted to sleep in the truck. However, there was a lot of noise outside. By 2am, the two parking lots were almost full. Fools were sitting outside on beach chairs. There's a nice view of the ocean and Kuapa Pond. So, I surmise they had front row seats for the coming tidal wave. A vehicle full of idiots ended up parking next to me. They were drinking cheap booze and carrying on. They finally left after an hour. Good riddance!
I tried to sleep with my right leg elevated. However, only a contortionist would have been comfortable. I had to angle myself in the driver's seat and lay my leg over the center console and the edge of the passenger's seat. Eventually, I gave up in frustration and isolated myself to the driver's seat.
When I came to at 7:15am, I looked outside and noticed that almost all of the other vehicles were gone. I didn't even hear any of them leave. I briefly listened to the radio. Apparently, there was no "all clear" given. So, where did all of the fools go? It was too bright outside to feign sleep, so I departed as well. I first stopped off at my bro's place and told moms that I was going to drive back to Slob Manor and unload my possessions.
As I drove past Koko Marina, I noticed that none of the shops were open. The roads were all open, which was odd. The landlord was already there when I arrived at Slob Manor. Alan was back within a few minutes as well. I unpacked as quick as my "pegleg" would allow me.
Back at my bro's place, moms made an ice pack for me. I placed the ice on my right calf as I had noticed a slight swelling. No pooling of blood or bruises, though. My sister-in-law gave me a bandage roll so I could wrap my leg. Then, my bro and sister-in-law left with some of my bro's friends for breakfast. I was left to my own devices.
Moms and I waited until almost 11am before going to Koko Marina. All of the shops were open by then. Moms and I ate lunch at Yummy's Korean BBQ before shopping at Foodland. Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. I departed at 12:30pm. I ended up at the gym, if you can believe it. I could only do my usual weight workout. Cardio workouts will be deferred until my "pegleg" heals. I finally returned to Slob Manor at 3pm.
After unpacking my meager possessions, I too a brief nap. I felt much better. My leg also felt better. If only I had been able to sleep in my squalid bed last night. I would probably be on the road to rapid recovery right now. Instead, I may have exacerbated the damage. As for the evening? Rest and recuperation.
There are lessons to be learned from the earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan. The earth, as beautiful as it is, remains a very harsh environment for lifeforms. We currently live in the most tame period. Imagine what life was like for ancient humans during the Ice Age, for example. The earth was not specifically designed for humans. We, like other creatures, must do our best to survive the odds of natural catastrophes. There is no deity offering us protection or resurrection. Nature (for lack of a better term) offers us no justice. It takes as it pleases. We have no say in the matter.
Well, the evacuation sirens started up at 10pm. Although I was in pain, I had to begin packing up my important papers and other possessions which can fit in my Nissan® Frontier truck just like last time (refer to the "blog" of February 27th of last year). Not having much is really a blessing in disguise. Unfortunately, because of the leg pain, I had to make the tentative decision to leave much more behind.
At 10:15pm, I popped open an emergency brewski. What more could I do? The burning question at the moment was, where exactly could I evacuate to in the middle of the night? Meathead (aka Brian) returned a few minutes earlier. His huge widescreen LCD tube was blaring away within seconds. I could hear him walking back and forth, moving his crap around. He was literally in a state of panic. He's got a lot to lose if the tsunami hits and water inundates the second floor. The landlord departed at 10:49pm, leaving me with an invitation to stay at the nursery if I desired. Brian also evacuated to who-knows-where.
I continued to sit on my squalid bed, opting to wait until the last minute to evacuate Slob Manor. The second siren warning sounded at 11:17pm, which meant that the evacuation would be mandatory. I woke Alan up. The young Asian hottie and her boyfriend came by to pick up a few things. The boyfriend observed that I was packing stuff and downing the emergency brewski. "I like your style," he told me. They departed for Kaimuki. Alan left for Wahi'awa. I secured the place before leaving at midnight for parts unknown.
Instantly, I made the decision to drive to Hawai'i Kai. I drove to the landlord's nursery, but no one appeared to be awake. I probably shouldn't have waited until midnight, eh? I ended up at the temporary emergency shelter that was set up at Koko Head Park. Oddly, I was one of the first to arrive. I chatted with one of the three volunteers, but I was not able to glean much information about the shelter facilities. As far as I could tell, there was one large empty room and restrooms. There were no provisions for sleeping. "I guess you can sleep in your car," I was told. The volunteer seemed more preoccupied with a family of ten that was supposedly coming in at any moment. I was left to fend for myself.
I parked my truck in a secluded area of the park. I made a big mistake by imbibing, not one, but three emergency brewskis. The walk to the restrooms was formidable, given my "pegleg." I attempted to sleep in the truck. However, there was a lot of noise outside. By 2am, the two parking lots were almost full. Fools were sitting outside on beach chairs. There's a nice view of the ocean and Kuapa Pond. So, I surmise they had front row seats for the coming tidal wave. A vehicle full of idiots ended up parking next to me. They were drinking cheap booze and carrying on. They finally left after an hour. Good riddance!
I tried to sleep with my right leg elevated. However, only a contortionist would have been comfortable. I had to angle myself in the driver's seat and lay my leg over the center console and the edge of the passenger's seat. Eventually, I gave up in frustration and isolated myself to the driver's seat.
When I came to at 7:15am, I looked outside and noticed that almost all of the other vehicles were gone. I didn't even hear any of them leave. I briefly listened to the radio. Apparently, there was no "all clear" given. So, where did all of the fools go? It was too bright outside to feign sleep, so I departed as well. I first stopped off at my bro's place and told moms that I was going to drive back to Slob Manor and unload my possessions.
As I drove past Koko Marina, I noticed that none of the shops were open. The roads were all open, which was odd. The landlord was already there when I arrived at Slob Manor. Alan was back within a few minutes as well. I unpacked as quick as my "pegleg" would allow me.
Back at my bro's place, moms made an ice pack for me. I placed the ice on my right calf as I had noticed a slight swelling. No pooling of blood or bruises, though. My sister-in-law gave me a bandage roll so I could wrap my leg. Then, my bro and sister-in-law left with some of my bro's friends for breakfast. I was left to my own devices.
Moms and I waited until almost 11am before going to Koko Marina. All of the shops were open by then. Moms and I ate lunch at Yummy's Korean BBQ before shopping at Foodland. Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. I departed at 12:30pm. I ended up at the gym, if you can believe it. I could only do my usual weight workout. Cardio workouts will be deferred until my "pegleg" heals. I finally returned to Slob Manor at 3pm.
After unpacking my meager possessions, I too a brief nap. I felt much better. My leg also felt better. If only I had been able to sleep in my squalid bed last night. I would probably be on the road to rapid recovery right now. Instead, I may have exacerbated the damage. As for the evening? Rest and recuperation.
There are lessons to be learned from the earthquake and tsunami that hit Japan. The earth, as beautiful as it is, remains a very harsh environment for lifeforms. We currently live in the most tame period. Imagine what life was like for ancient humans during the Ice Age, for example. The earth was not specifically designed for humans. We, like other creatures, must do our best to survive the odds of natural catastrophes. There is no deity offering us protection or resurrection. Nature (for lack of a better term) offers us no justice. It takes as it pleases. We have no say in the matter.
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