Into the Light

I packed up my gym bag and drove to Safeway® in Kuapa Kai at 9:30am. I procured my morning cup of coffee. I was extremely groggy because of another party at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The party was small, but it went on until 4am. I surmise that the frequency of the parties will increase as the eviction date approaches. I picked up moms at 10am. My bro and his son were home. The drive to Ala Moana Center was fairly quick. Moms did some shopping at Sears®, Longs®, and Foodland. We ate lunch at Patty's Chinese Kitchen in the Makai Mall. Moms had read that Patty's was going out of business. That is why moms wanted to eat lunch there for one last time. It turned out that Patty's is not going out of business. Rather, it is moving to a new location at Pearlridge Mall. Nonetheless, moms and I will probably never find a reason to go to that particular mall. It's too far out of the way.

The whole shopping complex was packed with satanic gargoyles. Walking amongst so many shopping cadavers as well as being in such close proximity to them made me numb. I experienced a spooky kind of mind paralysis. I could not function properly until we departed from Ala Moana Center. I dropped moms off at 1:30pm. Then, I drove to Koko Marina. I already anticipated the parking lot gridlock, so attempted to park near the library. Whoa! Even those spaces were taken. The last resort was for me to park in the obscure Hawai'i National Bank parking lot, which is only a slightly longer walk than from the regular parking lot.

I did my usual workout at the gym in Koko Marina. Once again, I had to take a shower while the female cleaning staff was in the men's locker room. After the gym, I walked to the library and donated Naomi Klein's book, "The Shock Doctrine," as part of my "share the wealth (of knowledge)" plan. The only book remaining in my personal library is, "Messages to the World: The Statements of Osama bin Laden." Then, I did a little shopping of my own at Foodland. The place was packed with fools. Almost everyone in line was purchasing large quantities of cheap booze. I had a long internal debate about whether I should purchase some cheap booze, and my rational side lost. I purchased a couple of oranges, a couple of apples, a loaf of bread, and an expensive ($8 on sale) four-pack of Guinness®.

I was back in my squalid room in Slob Manor by 5pm. For dinner, I ate beans and bread. What better way to celebrate the end of an essentially shitty year? What better way to usher in the new year, which will be even more shitty? The ol' lavahead was not invited anywhere. No one called. No one wrote. That's the way I like it! I have no more time kid's games.

I spent a bit of time compiling the data that I will need to generate my end-of-year financial reports and tax returns. I have noted that my net worth¹ has declined a little, but that's on paper only. That's the beauty of financial reports. Everything looks fine on paper. After all, I am dealing with paper assets and paper debts. Only until the cash flow is analysed will calm turn into panic. And, that's exactly what I did. Fortunately, I prepared for the outcome by purchasing the four-pack of Guinness®. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! So, yes, at 9pm, I had to partake of the Guinness® high-quality brewskis. The housemates were outside burning their money up in smoke. The old year is over, my friends.

¹Final report not available until January 31st.

Return to Babylon

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has crashed through the gates of history. Soon, the iron gates for the year 2007 will shut for the last time. The highlight of the whole day was the ten seconds that the hottie gym trainer was in my view as I entered the gym. Alas, baby was looking mighty fine. I was back in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before 3pm.

I made the jaunt to Kahala Mall, although I have no idea why. The only two stores that were open included Longs® and Barnes & Noble®. Frankly, I have no idea why I have referred to the bookstore as my "safe haven." There is no safe haven for me, and a shopping mall is definitely a far cry. I can't say that I was pleased about returning to Slob Manor, but I can at the least retreat to my squalid room.

I have been keenly aware that I cannot properly implement the exodus while I remain entrenched in a debauched society. Even the divestiture of my worldly possessions accomplished nothing if I must continue to participate in the society, albeit marginally. The disease (i.e., epidemic of the "seven sins") has so fully permeated the culture that even minor exposure to the latter will trigger a severe epidemiology. In all honesty, I don't really know how I am going to escape the madness. Where am I going? How will I survive?

My immediate concern is to isolate myself from the myriad satanic gargoyles. I am sick of them. I can only handle minimal contact with them. Otherwise I will be infected with the same disease, the very one that I have tried to inoculate myself from. Their lifestyle and the culture are malignant. The shallowness of their being is so transparent, yet no one sees it. Rather, more and more of the cattle are buying into the "system." Well, that is a sure sign that the Prophesy has begun its fulfillment. Babylon is going to fall again.

I received the monthly statement for the "condotel" unit. According to the report, the unit was rented 26 out of 30 days for the month of November. In addition, there is still $140 or so in additional gross revenue that will be distributed later. I can only hope that the unit is occupied the full 31 days in December. Each day the unit is vacant, it will accrue $35 in lost revenue.

Breaking Down

A homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has slipped through the fingers of time yet again. The old local homeless guy was sitting on the dividing wall adjacent to Beretania Street when I passed through Kamali'i Park. He had, indeed, shaved his head. I ran into Mike, a former Asylum student, in the catacombs of Kukui Plaza. I was sitting on a concrete bench and enjoying my brunch, courtesy Safeway®.

I read a few more pages of George Friedman's book, "America's Secret War." In detailing the "September 11th" event, Friedman attributed excellent tactical and logistical operations to Al Qaeda and Osama bin Laden. In fact, the more that I read, the more unbelievable Friedman's analysis of the event became. If I wanted to read garbage that toes the company line, then I could have simply read the "official" commission report itself. In addition, Friedman postulated that the overall confusion and bungled intelligence was a matter of government bureaucracy and inefficiencies. I began to suspect that Friedman's ulterior motive was to support the idea of "privatizing" national intelligence. It just so happens that he is the founder of Stratfor, a private intelligence organization. I finally returned the book to its place on the shelf, where it should be left indefinitely.

I completed next Wednesday's workout at the gym this afternoon. Because next Tuesday is a holiday, I must adjust my workout schedule to accommodate the missing day. Normally, Saturday is only a cardio workout day. I was able to board a bus immediately after leaving the gym. Thus, I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4:30pm. I piddled around, Then, I piddled around some more. More piddling ensued. Soon, the time was 9:15pm. And, it was too late for me to make my evening jaunt. Alas, I was beside myself to find anything else to do. So, same ol' shit it was yet again. No, I am not breaking down. That's actually a DI.FM Deep House Music track by Ananda Project.

Soul Doubt Redux

I commenced my day with a hot cup of coffee from the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. I spent about 90 minutes perusing a few magazines. Then, I dorve to Hawai'i. I arrived minutes before moms returned. We drove to Zippy's in Koko Marina to purchase a couple of plate lunch specials.

After lunch, I chatted with moms until 12:30pm. Then, I walked to the gym in Koko Marina. The weather was overcast with gusty winds, but there was no rain. I did an abridged version of my usual workout. Just as I was about to take a shower, one the gym staff came into the locker room to announce that a female cleaning staff was coming to clean. I asked if it was okay to take my shower. "As long as you don't mind the female cleaning staff," the staff member responded. The "female cleaning staff" turned out to be two cute Asian babes. I took my shower while they were running back and forth doing their cleaning chores. It's too bad that they didn't offer to scrub down the ol' lavahead's physique, eh? Oh well. I made sure that they were out of sight when I undressed, showered, toweled dry, and dressed again. So much for the exciting part of the day.

I walked back in time to give moms a ride to her meeting at her church. I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). After parking my truck on the side road, I found myself back in my squalid room. With few other alternatives, I did the dreaded laundry chores. I piddled around in my squalid room until the usual time for me to depart for Kahala Mall. Alas, I just did not feel like going anywhere. So, I will repeat another night of ... the same ol' shit.

Same ol' shit it is. I am back to my old routine of chronicling the redundant itinerary of my extremely narrow life-style. The world has gone crazy, but I feel very little need to comment on the latter. I may "clip" a few articles of interest in the "blog." However, the Sitemeter tracker indicates that there are few "outclicks." The average viewing time is less than one second. So, why bother? I have seriously thought about posting more sporadically just as Mister Ray does. I will make a decision by the first of the new year.

Highway to Hades

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has come and gone. We all know the drill by now. The highlight of my day was when I found myself inspecting the gray hair sprouting on my chest as I sat on one of the machines at the gym. Quite a profound experience, I might add. The hair is not actually gray. There's no color pigment at all, so the gray hair is actually transparent. The weather was not very good. Gusty winds and intermittent showers continued all day. A large hot cup of Seattle's Best® coffee from Safeway® and the hot shower at the gym were fully appreciated by me. I believe that I observed the old local homeless guy this morning in Kamali'i Park. He was just getting up. He set up camp near the dividing wall adjacent to Beretania Street. If that was him, he has completely shaved his head. I left for town at 9:15am and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) just before 5pm.

When the time of my usual departure for Kahala Mall arrived, I hastily decided to remain in my squalid room all evening instead. The gusty winds and intermittent showers along with the definite chill in the air were deterrents to my my nightly jaunt more than anything else. Alas, I will have several more hours to engage in the same ol' benign shit.

Incidentally, the net income from the "condotel" unit as reported yesterday was only $497 and some change. I also neglected to mention that I had transferred $500 to my local bank from my investment accounts a few days ago. I have decided to drop my minimum balance in my local bank account to $500 in order to keep less money tied up here.

Life Is Life

I drove to Kahala Mall at 9am and staioned myself in the Barnes & Noble® Café after procuring a cup of coffee. I perused a few computer magazines. Later, I meandered around the store. The Asian hottie "bookseller" was on duty from ten o' clock. Baby was looking hot. I left for Hawai'i Kai at 11:30am. I made a brief stop at Koko Head Park to use the restroom facilities. By the way, have you ever wondered why everyone refers to a restrooms as a "bathroom"? There are no bathing facilities in restrooms. Anyway, the ol' lavahead's bladder is not what it used to be.

Moms was waiting when I arrived at noon. Moms served up leftovers for lunch. Moms and I were able to chat for a while. At 1:30pm, I walked to the gym in Koko Marina. I did an abridged version of my usual workout. Moms was already awake from her nap when I returned. I chatted with moms until 3:34pm. Then, I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).

I piddled around until I couldn't take it any longer. I made the jaunt to Kahala Mall as to be expected. I purchased a couple of things at Longs®. Then, I ended up at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®. The Asian hottie "bookseller" was long gone, sad to say. I spent the time perusing the shelves of books that I have seen one too many times. Hard as it may be to believe, the air conditioned mall is warmer than the ambient temperature outside. I found myself back in my squalid room at Slob Manor before 9pm, just in time to initiate another evening of the same ol' shit.

I received my first distribution from the rental of the "condotel" unit for the month of November. The measly amount came to $817 and some change. However, $250 was subtracted for the rip-off start-up fee. Another 3.5 percent was deducted for the so-called "upgrade" fund. And, I will have to pay out another four percent for the GET. The distribution for November and December are under the so-called "minimum guaranteed payment" plan. The unit actually makes more if it is rented out every day. The excess will be paid along with the December distribution. Commencing in January, the distribution changes to the "fifty-fifty" plan. The nightmare for the "condotel" unit is just beginning. I must pay the accumulated GET every six months. My tax returns will be even more complicated as I must now separate the "condotel" (i.e., mortgage, maintenance fee) from my personal finances, somehwat like a business. I will most likely pay estimated taxes next year because I will not be itemizing deductions any longer. All in all, this is not the "freedom" that I have been anticipating.

I chatted with Ralph, Dean of HCC, briefly. He has a part-time position available for me. In fact, he pretty much set it up as a given. However, I am not too keen about the times and locations. I have a day or so to make a decision, although I am not ready to return to wage slavery. And, finally, I received holiday greetings from Caroll, The Bull, and Clyde in the Bay Area. I was happy to hear from them.

Saturnalia 2007

"It has been suggested that Christians in the 4th Century assigned December 25th as Christ's birthday (and hence Christmas) because pagans already observed this day as a holiday. In this way the problem of eliminating an already popular holiday would be sidestepped, thus making the Christianizing of the population easier. It is almost certain that the actual birthday of Christ was not in midwinter, since the gospels speak of shepherds tending their flocks, not something done in the cold in central Judea." -- From Associated Content Site

Worshippers of "Christmas" are not observing a Christian holiday, nor are they engaging in harmless activity. Saturnalia was a pagan holiday with all of the pagan trappings and associated debauchery. The celebration of Saturnalia, even if it is under the subterfuge of "Christmas" does not hide the fact that it is pagan in origin. Pagan rituals bring glory to pagan deities which, of course, can only be attributed to the sinister kahuna. Any kind of spiritism feeds the power of the sinister kahuna. The "system" feeds off of the energy of El Diablo. That is why the "system" is getting stronger every day and sweeping the myriad fools into its vortex like a strong flush of the urinal. The throwing around of money, especially borrowed money, to celebrate a pagan ritual only serves one ultimate purpose - enslavement.

I was settled in for the evening (last night) when Tobin, one of the housemates at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), asked me if I could give him a ride to the airport. He had allegedly arranged a ride with Jay, another housemate, but the latter was at a party on the other side of the island. Tobin's flight was to depart at 11:30pm, and the time was already 10pm. What was he thinking? Out of the goodness of my heart, I drove him to the airport in my Nissan® Frontier truck. The drive consumed about $8 of petrol, which left me somewhat perturbed. Later, I compensated myself with three bottle of cheap brewskis that were laying around Slob Manor. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!

I departed for Hawai'i Kai in my truck this morning at 9:30am. My first stop was Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. Both Safeway® and Longs® were open until mid-afternoon. The parking lot was nearly full, but I was able to find a space. The supermarket was mobbed with satanic gargoyles. I purchased my usual brunch items. Then, I drove to Koko Head Park.

The park was fairly deserted. What a beautiful morning, though. I sat at one of the picnic tables and drank my large cup of Seattle's Best® coffee and nibbled on my air-filled energy bars. The view of Koko Crater was spectacular. I could see a line of hikers going up and down the trail that leads straight up to the ridge. Low clouds were passing overhead, which brought intermittent showers. One of the softball fields served as the feeding ground for a hundred or so birds. A sharp screech from the distance caused the birds to suddenly take flight. After one incomplete circle, they all landed back in the field. The whole park was so green. It was a feast for sore eyes.

I finally left the park at 12:30pm. I made one more stop at Safeway®. I spent part of the time at the park contemplating what I would eat for dinner. I had my heart set on an expensive $6 Oriental Salad that I had seen earlier. Alas, the salads were completely sold out. I settled for a cheap pack of seasoned chicken wings and a couple of fresh baked rolls. The temptation to purchase more cheap booze was fairly high. However, I restrained myself.

The sun finally came out around noon. Thus, when I returned to Slob Manor, I decided to wash my truck. Sushant and Jay arrived just as I finished. They were going to hike up Hawai'i Loa Ridge with a few other friends. They invited me to join them. As you may recall, Professor Lisa and I went on that particular hike a year or so ago. Aside from not having any decent shoes to go hiking, I was pretty much done for the day. So, I declined the invitation. I took a shower and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon.

Due to the Saturnalia holiday, I had no choice but to remain in my squalid room in Slob Manor all evening. What did I do? Same ol' shit. Sheesh!

Midnight Sunshine

I drove my truck to Kahala Mall and arrived there before 9am. I purchased a cup of coffee in the Barnes & Noble® Café. I read a few magazines and perused a few books, nothing worthy of mention. The Asian hottie "bookseller" went on duty at 10am. Baby was wearing a burgundy-colored dress. Baby was looking hot. I met moms at Longs® at 10:30am. By then, the mall was extremely crowded with last-minute Saturnalia shoppers. Moms and I ate lunch at Pearl's Korean Barbeque. After lunch, I gave moms a ride back to Hawai'i Kai. Moms wanted to do some shopping at Foodland in Koko Marina. The parking lot was gridlocked with cars. I dropped moms off near Foodland. Then, I had to park across the street next to the Hawai'i Kai branch of the library.

I stopped at the library to donate a couple more books. I am "sharing the wealth." The wealth of knowledge, that is. I donated, "The Great War for Civilization," by Robert Fisk, one of my all-time favorites. I also donated, "Dark Ages America," by Morris Berman. I specifically asked that the books be put into circulation, just as I did with the last batch that I donated.

I walked to Foodland and found moms already in the checkout line. Moms and I had to walk back to where I had parked the truck. The parking lot was still gridlocked. The myriad 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) were circling the entire parking lot. I dropped moms off. I could not stay because my bro and his son were home for the day. I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to drop off the fruit that moms had given me.

I drove back to Hawai'i Kai and parked by the library again. I walked to the gym from there and did my usual workout. The Koko Marina parking lot was still gridlocked. After the gym, I attempted to stop off at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai, but I encountered the same gridlock problem. I became extremely frustrated, almost to the point of becoming homicidal. So, I drove to Kahala Mall. I craved a smoothie from Jamba Juice®. When I arrived at the mall, I was fortunate to find a choice parking spot. The lot was almost completely full. The mall was an even bigger madhouse than earlier in the morning. The Jamba Juice® store was completely mobbed. I gave up and sashayed to Barnes & Noble®. The store was extremely crowded. The Asian hottie "bookseller" was still on duty, looking as hot as ever.

At 4pm, I decided that I had enough of the Saturnalia charade. On the way back to Slob Manor, I decided to see if I could find parking at the Aina Haina Shopping Center and pay a visit to the Foodland there. No problem-o! I was able to find parking immediately. However, all I could find to purchase was a carton of fat-free milk and a big-ass can of Foster's® brewski, the latter being my dinner. I was back in the detestable Slob Manor by 5pm.

As Saturnalia Eve drew closer, all of the shops were closing down for the day. Even the gym closed early, which is why I accomplished my workout in Hawai'i Kai. I am droppin' back the big-ass can of brewski for dinner as we speak. Saturnalia Eve will be the same ol' shit for the ol' lavahead. He has nowhere to go, no one to see, and nothing to do. His nerves are completely shot anyway. A whole day of driving around like a fool, wasting precious petrol in parking lot hell, craving the elusive smoothie, and finding nothing worthy of eating for dinner in an entire supermarket. Sheesh! Alas, he did get a glimpse of the gorgeous Asian hottie "bookseller." If only one of his two favorite hotties would come around, he keeps pondering to himself. Well, thank goodness for the big-ass can of brewski!

Ad Nauseum, Ad Infinitum

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has elapsed. We know the drill. The only human known to me, the old local homeless guy, was nowhere in sight when I walked through Kamali'i Park this morning. I sat in the catacombs of Kukui Plaza and enjoyed my usual Safeway® brunch. Then, I piddled around at various locations until noon.

When I walked into the gym, I noticed immediately the conspicuous absence of the hottie gym trainer. Suddenly, I felt sluggish. I was able to persevere through my complete workout. However, while I was engaged in the last few minutes of my cardio workout, I saw baby working with a gym member. Baby was looking hot. I felt a surge of energy (read: testosterone surge). On my way out, I observed baby working with the same gym member in the small vacant area across the front desk. Baby may have seen me checking her out. Oh well, baby is a hottie. How could I help myself?

The bus ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was a nightmare. No surprise, though. It's been that way every Sunday. All I could think about was the hottie gym trainer while I was waiting to transfer to another bus in Kaimuki with about six other losers. There were a few losers on the morning bus as well. One clown who sat adjacent to me suffered from the infamous "Kim Chee Breath." For some reason, he kept opening his mouth. Each time he did so, I was inundated with a pungent odor of rancid garlic. The clown could easily be classified as a WMD.

I made the jaunt to Kahala Mall this evening despite the intermittent showers. I made the usual rounds since all of the stores were open. My final stop was my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®. I purchased a cup of coffee in the café to combat the chilliness of the night. I spent most of the time perusing computer books. I returned to Slob Manor at the usual time. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit.

Head Above Water

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has come and gone. Say it ain't so! I had to tolerate a gamut of rude satanic gargoyles from the minute that I arrived in town. The only friendly person was, believe it or not, the old local homeless guy. As I walked through Kamali'i Park, I noticed that the old local homeless guy was lying in his makeshift bed in the middle of main sidewalk that traverses the park. He propped himself up as though he had just awakened. "How are you, my old friend?" he asked. I was dumbstruck. The rest of the day, from my jaunt to Safeway® to purchase my brunch to my time in the library through the completion of my workout at the gym, was filled with self-absorbed and rude clowns. Are the homeless and the destitute the only real humans left on the planet? Has our life-style and culture degenerated to such a low point? Hell yeah!

At the library, I spent an hour of time reading book, "America's Secret War: Inside the Hidden Worldwide Struggle Between America and Its Enemies," authored by George Friedman, the founder of Stratfor. A very interesting and clinical analysis of current history, primarily as it involves Russia, the US, and the Middle East. I am not in total agreement with his analysis, but I am open to read his entire thesis.

A very crowded bus ride finally returned me to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I performed the dreaded laundry chores a day earlier than expected. I piddled around until 7:15pm when I made my venerable evening jaunt to Kahala Mall. I purchased a few sundries at Longs® before making my final stop at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®. I spent only about 15 minutes there before returning to Slob Manor. My throat has been itching. I suspect that I have contracted a minor cold. The rest of the evening will be ... the same ol' shit!

Now that moms has essentially a clean bill of health, I must return to the agenda of the exodus. I must concentrate on the divestiture of my useless possessions. The "condotel" unit remains a priority. However, I cannot sell it if there are no buyers. The disposition of my Nissan® Frontier truck must be determined. I have less than three years before my driver's license expires. Currently, I am not planning to renew it since I have vowed to decline the driving test. The truck itself will cease to be useful if moms becomes less ambulatory and is unable to ride in it. My other useless possessions are minimal in comparison, most of which can be dumped in the trash can (or donated to charity) at any time.

I am now completing my seventh consecutive month of my emancipation from wage slavery. I exist in limbo. That's about the best description that I can come up with. To be honest, I have no idea what I am going to do once I am at the point of making the exodus from society. The only way that I can continue to survive here is to become homeless. Decisions must be made soon. I am running out of time.