Same ol' Sunday shit. And, same ol' evening shit. No cosmological nihilism (still deferred until later). High entropy in most locales, with moderate direct exposure to entropic human stupidity. Otherwise, nada to report.
In retrospect, the past five years of freedom from wage slavery have been beneficial. Yes, I am now in my sixth year of emancipation. The knowledge that I have acquired during that time has also set me free, but I became a pariah as a result. The gist of my acquired knowledge is that we humans are on the wrong track and have been barreling down the latter for too long. The inertia and momentum are now too strong to change course. This, extremely high entropy is in our future. It may be our only future.
I have wasted a lot of precious time, but that is not totally my fault. I am devoid of truly viable options because there just aren't many remaining. Many of the visible paths will take me right back into the "system," which is unacceptable. That is, of course, why I am locked in the current quandary. And, that's why I keep repeating myself.
All we humans, affluent and destitute, are really doing is "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic." Whomever coined the latter phrase probably didn't realize just how prescient that is. Ponder your current activity. Then, review increasing increments of time over the span of your life. Lots of "deck chairs," eh?
On a side note, my favorite flick, "So Close," has reappeared on the Crackle® site. I attempted to view a few other flicks on the site. Nothing comes close. The entertainment medium is such a wasteland.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Sleep Apnea
Same ol' day and evening shit. No cosmological nihilism (still deferred until later). Moderate to high entropy in most locales, with minor direct exposure to entropic human stupidity. Say, isn't that exactly what I wrote in the "blog" yesterday? Almost. That's how rote my days are. By the way, no more late night stopovers in Aina Haina for a decaffeinated beverage. After the promotional pricing at Mickey Dee's® ended, why bother?
I was very fatigued all day because Alan was in the kitchen making a snack and belting out a few obnoxious old man noises during the wee hours of the morning. I was under the impression that Alan had a social life, but I was wrong. He spends his nights off in his squalid room, most likely sitting in the computer-generated "force field." He sleeps during the day. However, if he's awake, he is often lounging on the filthy couch in the living room. Quite fitting for Slob Manor (read: rental housing), eh?
I can't totally place the blame on Alan. I have not slept well since the numbness in my right thigh appeared a few months ago. I wake up pretty much every hour to reposition myself. Sometimes I am up even more frequently. So, to say that I am not sleeping well would be a drastic understatement. Sheesh!
Aside from that, nada to report. I continue to waste precious time, although I have no other viable option. I can fully sympathize with the homeless, who have no choice but to loiter anywhere that they won't be hassled by security guards, police, or the Gestapo.
I was very fatigued all day because Alan was in the kitchen making a snack and belting out a few obnoxious old man noises during the wee hours of the morning. I was under the impression that Alan had a social life, but I was wrong. He spends his nights off in his squalid room, most likely sitting in the computer-generated "force field." He sleeps during the day. However, if he's awake, he is often lounging on the filthy couch in the living room. Quite fitting for Slob Manor (read: rental housing), eh?
I can't totally place the blame on Alan. I have not slept well since the numbness in my right thigh appeared a few months ago. I wake up pretty much every hour to reposition myself. Sometimes I am up even more frequently. So, to say that I am not sleeping well would be a drastic understatement. Sheesh!
Aside from that, nada to report. I continue to waste precious time, although I have no other viable option. I can fully sympathize with the homeless, who have no choice but to loiter anywhere that they won't be hassled by security guards, police, or the Gestapo.
Friday, June 08, 2012
Post No. 2,231
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Same ol' day and evening shit. No cosmological nihilism (deferred until later). Moderate to high entropy in most locales, although no direct exposure to entropic human stupidity. Thank goodness.
Incidentally, the problems that I have experienced with the portable hard drive are apparently universal in the Linux world. Seems to be an issue with the kernel. So far, I have not found a solution. Pruning the hurdy-gurdy video files from the hard drive will not affect the transfer speed. Nonetheless, I will continue to do so.
I also discovered that the operating system's GUI on the BlackBerry® PlayBook® and nearly all of its "apps" are using Adobe® AIR. I was quite perturbed at first because the concept seemed extremely compromised. Why did the designers waste time with a "kludge"? Now, I don't even care. The newest "apps," which came bundled with the last update, are "native." The "native apps" look slightly different and are a lot more fluid. Anyway, I now understand why the upgrade to BB 10 is taking so long. It is a complete redesign.
Incidentally, the problems that I have experienced with the portable hard drive are apparently universal in the Linux world. Seems to be an issue with the kernel. So far, I have not found a solution. Pruning the hurdy-gurdy video files from the hard drive will not affect the transfer speed. Nonetheless, I will continue to do so.
I also discovered that the operating system's GUI on the BlackBerry® PlayBook® and nearly all of its "apps" are using Adobe® AIR. I was quite perturbed at first because the concept seemed extremely compromised. Why did the designers waste time with a "kludge"? Now, I don't even care. The newest "apps," which came bundled with the last update, are "native." The "native apps" look slightly different and are a lot more fluid. Anyway, I now understand why the upgrade to BB 10 is taking so long. It is a complete redesign.
Thursday, June 07, 2012
Dark Shadows
At the library, I completed the perusal of the book, "How It Began: A Time-Traveler's Guide to the Universe," by Chris Impey. Interesting book, although Impey is not an avid supporter of String Theory, M-Theory, or multiple universes. There's still plenty to ruminate upon.
Another spooky quantum tidbit. Matter as we know it constitutes only a little over four percent of the universe. "Dark matter" and "dark" energy" make up 23 percent and 72 percent, respectively. They are considered "dark because we can't detect either one. And, gravity is the only force recognized by the invisible entities. "Dark matter" and "dark energy" are not confined to outer space. Just because the earth has an atmosphere, that does not imply that we are shielded from either. That's right. "Dark" stuff is all around us. What are we to make of that?
Otherwise, same ol' day and evening shit. I should mention that I have finally breached the homeless threshold insofar as my total liquid assets are concerned. I am now at the point, according to the vow on record in the "blog," that I must cut my losses and immediately exit the "system." Will I have the courage to do the right thing? Or, will I continue to whittle down my financial resources to nothing like a spineless worm?
I have also commenced the deprecation of the old journal. I will be incrementally mummifying chapters of the old journal, perhaps only leaving the initial two years of content for posterity. The "blog" will be untouched, but I may finally lock out the search robots. With the "blog" at zero readership again, the opportunity is ripe to push it into obscurity. I will still append my thoughts, but in an increasingly abridged fashion. No one would even notice. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Another spooky quantum tidbit. Matter as we know it constitutes only a little over four percent of the universe. "Dark matter" and "dark" energy" make up 23 percent and 72 percent, respectively. They are considered "dark because we can't detect either one. And, gravity is the only force recognized by the invisible entities. "Dark matter" and "dark energy" are not confined to outer space. Just because the earth has an atmosphere, that does not imply that we are shielded from either. That's right. "Dark" stuff is all around us. What are we to make of that?
Otherwise, same ol' day and evening shit. I should mention that I have finally breached the homeless threshold insofar as my total liquid assets are concerned. I am now at the point, according to the vow on record in the "blog," that I must cut my losses and immediately exit the "system." Will I have the courage to do the right thing? Or, will I continue to whittle down my financial resources to nothing like a spineless worm?
I have also commenced the deprecation of the old journal. I will be incrementally mummifying chapters of the old journal, perhaps only leaving the initial two years of content for posterity. The "blog" will be untouched, but I may finally lock out the search robots. With the "blog" at zero readership again, the opportunity is ripe to push it into obscurity. I will still append my thoughts, but in an increasingly abridged fashion. No one would even notice. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
No Strings Attached
What is reality? Yeah, I asked the same time just the other day. However, reality becomes more surreal when String Theory is added to the mix. Subatomic particles are no longer particles. Instead, subatomic particles like electrons are deemed to be subatomic loops of vibrating strings. Currently, the theory is limited to mathematical models, but the mathematics appears to have brought the goal of "grand unification" much closer to fruition. The hindrance to proving the theory is the current state of observational resolution.
Imagine if String Theory is finally supported by observational data. Then, not only will all matter be comprised of mostly free space, but the subatomic structure of matter will consist of vibrating strings. It was already bad enough when we had to deal with subatomic particles.
What are we to make of that? Is everything around me just a bunch of jumbled up subatomic strings? Am I an animated package of jumbled up strings? And, how about you? I cannot overstate just how much reality has become surreal. Cosmological nihilism is approaching a fever pitch.
Same ol' day and evening shit. I am near completion of the ridiculous portable hard drive project. All of the corrupted files have been restored. Pruning of the aggregate hurdy-gurdy video files will be on-going, for what that's worth. I should be able to devote much more time to cosmological nihilism from this point forward. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Imagine if String Theory is finally supported by observational data. Then, not only will all matter be comprised of mostly free space, but the subatomic structure of matter will consist of vibrating strings. It was already bad enough when we had to deal with subatomic particles.
What are we to make of that? Is everything around me just a bunch of jumbled up subatomic strings? Am I an animated package of jumbled up strings? And, how about you? I cannot overstate just how much reality has become surreal. Cosmological nihilism is approaching a fever pitch.
Same ol' day and evening shit. I am near completion of the ridiculous portable hard drive project. All of the corrupted files have been restored. Pruning of the aggregate hurdy-gurdy video files will be on-going, for what that's worth. I should be able to devote much more time to cosmological nihilism from this point forward. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Crisis of Consciousness
Well, I am still in the process of pruning the vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) on the portable hard drive. So, I have not restored any of the corrupted files yet. Sadly, there are still over 750 video clips. I have managed to release about 90Gbyte of hard drive space, though. Of course, I could have easily avoided the current fiasco if I had initially reformatted the hard drive using the ext4 file system (used by Linux). Oh well.
Same ol' day and evening shit. Nada to report. The tablet computer has been indispensable with respect to the "blog." The predictive keyboard pretty much does all the work for me. It even remembers the words for key phrases in the proper sequence. That's about as close as I can get to automating the "blog." Sheesh!
I've been thinking about consciousness again lately. For lack of a better expression, it boggles the mind. When I observe toddlers or other youngsters, I try very hard to recollect anything from when I was that age. I'm not even sure if I knew that I was alive. Even the last couple of decades are a blur. I was too busy with nonsense. I had made no time to reflect on the essence of my being. Now, as a senior citizen, I am keenly aware of my consciousness. Yet, I have no idea what consciousness is. I certainly cannot remember anything from before I was born, although I feel as though I have been around forever.
When I espied the full moon yesterday, I was dumbstruck by the fact that it is a large orb circling the earth. The earth is orbiting a huge spherical furnace. And, we are sitting in a spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy. None of that is "make believe." The universe that I continue to read about is real. And, I am one of seven billion conscious beings on the planet. Why are we here?
The crisis of consciousness is a subset of cosmological nihilism, much as the issue of mortality. The combined specialties of physics have given birth to an incredible account of the universe, from its beginning to now. The mathematical models have been surprisingly accurate. And, with the advent of String Theory, there may finally be a "grand unification" of general relativity, special relativity, and quantum mechanics. I suspect that the mathematics will only collapse right at Time Zero (i.e., the absolute beginning of the universe, the "creation").
And now, here's my thought for the day. If we can mathematically model essentially the entire universe, then we should be able to mathematically construct a life model. After all, lifeforms are comprised of the same atomic constituents as matter itself. As I stated a while back, mathematics is the only universal law. I am not speaking of a computer programming algorithm to simulate intelligence. Rather, I am asserting that we should be able to mathematically synthesize life. If we can't, then there must be an "invisible hand" involved. And, consciousness is much more than synaptic activity in the brain.
Same ol' day and evening shit. Nada to report. The tablet computer has been indispensable with respect to the "blog." The predictive keyboard pretty much does all the work for me. It even remembers the words for key phrases in the proper sequence. That's about as close as I can get to automating the "blog." Sheesh!
I've been thinking about consciousness again lately. For lack of a better expression, it boggles the mind. When I observe toddlers or other youngsters, I try very hard to recollect anything from when I was that age. I'm not even sure if I knew that I was alive. Even the last couple of decades are a blur. I was too busy with nonsense. I had made no time to reflect on the essence of my being. Now, as a senior citizen, I am keenly aware of my consciousness. Yet, I have no idea what consciousness is. I certainly cannot remember anything from before I was born, although I feel as though I have been around forever.
When I espied the full moon yesterday, I was dumbstruck by the fact that it is a large orb circling the earth. The earth is orbiting a huge spherical furnace. And, we are sitting in a spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy. None of that is "make believe." The universe that I continue to read about is real. And, I am one of seven billion conscious beings on the planet. Why are we here?
The crisis of consciousness is a subset of cosmological nihilism, much as the issue of mortality. The combined specialties of physics have given birth to an incredible account of the universe, from its beginning to now. The mathematical models have been surprisingly accurate. And, with the advent of String Theory, there may finally be a "grand unification" of general relativity, special relativity, and quantum mechanics. I suspect that the mathematics will only collapse right at Time Zero (i.e., the absolute beginning of the universe, the "creation").
And now, here's my thought for the day. If we can mathematically model essentially the entire universe, then we should be able to mathematically construct a life model. After all, lifeforms are comprised of the same atomic constituents as matter itself. As I stated a while back, mathematics is the only universal law. I am not speaking of a computer programming algorithm to simulate intelligence. Rather, I am asserting that we should be able to mathematically synthesize life. If we can't, then there must be an "invisible hand" involved. And, consciousness is much more than synaptic activity in the brain.
Monday, June 04, 2012
Hurdy-Gurdy Hogwash (Continued)
"Speak less of your plans - You will get more of them done." -- Panda Express® fortune cookieUsual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Same ol' day shit, and same ol' evening shit. Then, back I go to the dump known affectionately as Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I adore the place as much as I would adore a filthy urinal.
Well, I am still restoring the portable hard drive to a functional state. Many of the corrupted hurdy-gurdy video files were still temporarily archived on the netbook, thank goodness. A handful were hopelessly lost. And, a couple of the files were still available on one reliable file-sharing site. So, I downloaded fresh copies. After the big purge is complete, I will restore the missing files.
The fiasco with the portable hard drive has prevented me from experiencing a bout of cosmological nihilism. I have been so preoccupied with the numbingly rote process that my mind has not able to engage in deep thought. Unfortunately, I will most likely complete the ridiculous project later tonight.
When I walked out of the bookstore at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, I observed the full moon low in the night sky. The bright orb appeared to be much larger than yesterday. I could discern the details of its surface. Then, I was suddenly overcome by what can only be described as cosmological nihilism. I really felt empty.
I rode the bus to the East side of Aina Haina. I had intended to walk back to the dump, but I rode a Westbound bus to the other end of Aina Haina. I then procured a decaffeinated beverage at Mickey Dee's®, only to discover that I was never privy to the senior citizen discount. There was apparently a promotion last month, which ended a few days ago. So pathetic. Nonetheless, I made the most of my time there. ETA dump: 10pm.
Sunday, June 03, 2012
Hurdy-Gurdy Hogwash
Same ol' Sunday shit. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2pm. Alan was immersed in a loud slammin' soirée as he prepared his dinner. The noise continued unabated until 5pm. The "chef" had returned to the dump by then. Alan and the "chef" then engaged in loud conversation, probably about the latest conspiracies. A few minutes later, Alan shared his culinary creation with his house buddy. Well, that's all fine. I avoid anything but the briefest conversations with either of them, so I don't have to hear about the mutual undercurrents. Not my problem anyway. Alan also woke me up in the wee hours of the past two mornings because he was making a snack in the kitchen.
Aside from performing my usual chores this afternoon, I commenced the tedious task of viewing each and every hurdy-gurdy video file on the portable hard drive. If the media player and/or the file manager on the netbook freezes up during the process, then I purge the suspect file. There have been quite a few bad files, with all but one having been archived very recently. Strange things.
I am obviously wasting a lot of precious time on the portable hard drive and my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). However, judging from the sheer number of hurdy-gurdy bulletin boards on the Net, there are a lot of losers who share the same pathetic hobby with the ol' lavahead. They probably have multiple hard drives to store their HGVLs. I am an amateur in comparison. Sheesh!
Same ol' evening shit. I have not stopped off in Aina Haina for a decaffeinated beverage for several days. I usually make the decision after I board the Eastbound bus. There was a beautiful full moon in the sky, though. ETA dump: unknown.
Stevie Shae
Well, what better time than now to showcase yet another hurdy-gurdy hottie? Stevie Shae (formerly Blondie Boom) is that hottie. Her credits are far too numerous to list here. So, why not peruse her portfolio on the FreeOnes® site right now?
Aside from performing my usual chores this afternoon, I commenced the tedious task of viewing each and every hurdy-gurdy video file on the portable hard drive. If the media player and/or the file manager on the netbook freezes up during the process, then I purge the suspect file. There have been quite a few bad files, with all but one having been archived very recently. Strange things.
I am obviously wasting a lot of precious time on the portable hard drive and my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). However, judging from the sheer number of hurdy-gurdy bulletin boards on the Net, there are a lot of losers who share the same pathetic hobby with the ol' lavahead. They probably have multiple hard drives to store their HGVLs. I am an amateur in comparison. Sheesh!
Same ol' evening shit. I have not stopped off in Aina Haina for a decaffeinated beverage for several days. I usually make the decision after I board the Eastbound bus. There was a beautiful full moon in the sky, though. ETA dump: unknown.
Saturday, June 02, 2012
Mondo Fool IX
Well, I already know that I am wasting precious time, the remnant of the "good years," but I really have no alternative. With my rapidly diminishing net worth, I am forced to live in high entropy squalor. Sadly, I simply want to be far and away from the madding crowd in a low entropy zone. Yes, I am repeating myself because I just cannot stress the importance of exiting the "system."
Last night, I discovered that many more hurdy-gurdy video files on the portable hard drive were corrupted. The problem most likely rests with the NTFS driver (i.e., ntfs-3g) used by Linux. I am fruitlessly purging files in order to preserve the most valuable, albeit subjective, of the bunch. Yet, I am beginning to wonder if the file deletions are cascading the corruption of the file allocation table (FAT). We'll soon find out, I suppose.
Alan happened to be looking around the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I was sitting in one of my favorite chairs with my tablet computer. He was looking for a book. Later, he is going to the movie theater. I'm not sure if he's meeting friends or going alone. With that said ... same ol' day shit, same ol' evening shit.
Last night, I discovered that many more hurdy-gurdy video files on the portable hard drive were corrupted. The problem most likely rests with the NTFS driver (i.e., ntfs-3g) used by Linux. I am fruitlessly purging files in order to preserve the most valuable, albeit subjective, of the bunch. Yet, I am beginning to wonder if the file deletions are cascading the corruption of the file allocation table (FAT). We'll soon find out, I suppose.
Alan happened to be looking around the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I was sitting in one of my favorite chairs with my tablet computer. He was looking for a book. Later, he is going to the movie theater. I'm not sure if he's meeting friends or going alone. With that said ... same ol' day shit, same ol' evening shit.
Friday, June 01, 2012
Post No. 2,224
"Your thoughts are highly regarded." -- Panda Express® fortune cookieUsual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Same ol' day shit. Same ol' evening shit. I am just a package of atoms, swishing to and fro in a reality that is just an illusion. Nothing more, nothing less.
While sitting in my favorite chair in the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I attempted to objectively observe my environment. Entropy was much higher than the past few days. Entropic human stupidity was also present in high levels. So many people. So many children, too, most of whom are improperly trained to conform to the "civilization" paradigm. That's exactly why the latter paradigm has failed. The mythical "Satan" is entirely innocent.
Incidentally, I am in a quandary with respect to the "blog." I feel that I am no longer able to coherently distill my thoughts. So, I have often resorted to using "filler," much like what's in the crappy food that we are forced to consume. The "blog" is really the sole reason to justify the ownership of my computers, especially since the downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips has been effectively curtailed. I could simply use a public computer for the remaining sporadic tasks.
The real issue, of course, is that I have become extremely efficient. I have divested almost all of my useless possessions. I have minimized all paperwork and its associated archive. I recycle pretty much everything, so I generate very little waste product. I have become a non-entity, so much so that I have very little impact on anything. I am just a couple of steps away from total freedom. Could the mummification of the "blog" be the ultimate step?
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