Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday has been ... well, not exactly. I attempted to follow my usual Sunday itinerary. However, I had a big surprise waiting for me at the Post Office. I received the Ubuntu Linux v8.04 CD for one thing. And, I received a State jury duty questionnaire, the precursor to the detestable jury summons. I was livid. My whole day was ruined from that point forward.
I did my usual workout at the gym. No hottie gym trainer. Boohoo. I moved at a leisurely pace, more so because of the pending jury duty summons. After a nice lukewarm shower, I made my way to the bus stop. I tried to make sense of the jury duty questionnaire. I was certain that my name was gleaned from the income tax return database. I pondered my plight. I recalled that Debbie, my realtor, had told me to just throw out the crap. If questioned, just deny ever receiving anything, she said.
I rode the Kahala Mall bus to Kaimuki. I had to wait about 15 minutes for the bus that was heading to Hawai'i Kai, the only bus that I can ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I alighted the bus in Aina Haina. I purchased a bag of Doritos® chips and a bottle of Foxbrook® Chardonnay (read: fake "Hammer") at Foodland. I munched on the Doritos® while I waited for the next bus.
When I finally returned to Slob Manor at 4:30pm, I popped the cork on the bottle of Foxbrook® Chardonnay. I polished off the bottle by 7:30pm. I was not hammered, but I can safely say that I was feeling no pain (or anger). I pondered the threat of jury duty again. I decided to put off my decision about whether to mail the jury duty questionnaire in or not for a few days. However, if I find myself in the jury box, I will have no mercy for the hapless fools who have committed petty crimes. I am sick and tired of all of the punks that I see running around playing "gangsta." If anyone has any reason to play "gangsta," that would be the ol' lavahead. Ah, you thought that you had me there, didn't you? I know that the "system" is attempting to pit "brotha against brotha." More deliberation is necessary.
Tonight, I am listening to Vincent Kwok's House Music mix on Pure House Music titled, "Deep to Tech to Uh ..." All I can say is, "Wow!" When I listen to House Music, my troubles (e.g., jury duty, etc.) are long forgotten. I am indebted to Ollie Brooke for his awesome site. I am also listening to some of my other favorites as well. One-man House Party.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
My Lost Soul
I departed for Kahala Mall at 8:45am this morning. I ended up at the Barnes & Noble® Café as to be expected. I ordered a cup of decaffeinated coffee. It is $1.20 less per cup than the equivalent hot chocolate. Technically, with very little caffeine, I cannot really call it coffee. The bookstore was already fairly crowded when I arrived, which was surprising since it opened at 9am. As the place became more crowded, the idiotic shoppers became more troglodyte-like. I finally left at 11:40am.
I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). However, once I alighted the bus, I could not resist the temptation to spend a little time at Kawaikui Beach Park. A short walk brought me to the shoreline. I looked out at the ocean. I felt much more relaxed. Back at Slob Manor, I packed my gym bag. I was off to Hawai'i Kai at 12:40pm in my Nissan® Frontier truck. I made a detour to Koko Head Park. I ended up spending over an hour there.
I drove to Koko Marina at 2pm. I was able to find shaded parking. I walked to the gym and went through my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. After a nice hot shower, I dropped my gym bag off in my truck. For some reason, I was compelled to go to Taco Bell®. I was able to enjoy two larger-than-usual Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos. There were only a few other customers in the dining area, so I was able to eat my burritos in peace. My final stop was at Foodland. I was completely full, so I did not purchase much in the way of groceries. I was tempted to purchase a bottle of vino, but thought better of the idea. I just cannot afford such luxuries anymore. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 5:30pm.
I can truly say that I enjoyed the day. My time at the beach and the park was priceless. What a contrast to the crowds at the shopping mall, all looking for shiny objects to spend money on. The "ownership society," the capitalist regime, the "pay 'n' go" life-style are all sick manifestations of humanity gone awry. I do not know how much longer I can tolerate that crap.
Incidentally, I believe that John McCain made an extraordinary calculated gamble in picking Sarah Palin to be his running mate. And, I believe that he's clinched the presidential (s)election without resorting to Diebold® chicanery. I have read numerous commentaries by so-called "progressives" about the Palin pick. Most are condescending with much gloating about McCain's feeble attempt to lure Hillary Clinton supporters. Obviously, Palin is nothing close to Clinton politically. She will not lure many "liberal" or "progressive" chicks. So, why did McCain pick her? Palin, a virtual unknown, comprises the same fulfillment of the same elusive "American (Political) Dream" as attained by Barack Obama a junior senator who is now the Democratic nominee for the Oval Office. Since the unknown "dark skin" slot was already taken, that left the unknown modern babe slot. The decision facing voters in November boils down to this: Who of the two underclass (i.e., "dark skins" and babes) best fulfills the fantasy of achieving the unattainable? In other words, who will break the proverbial "glass ceiling" first?
I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). However, once I alighted the bus, I could not resist the temptation to spend a little time at Kawaikui Beach Park. A short walk brought me to the shoreline. I looked out at the ocean. I felt much more relaxed. Back at Slob Manor, I packed my gym bag. I was off to Hawai'i Kai at 12:40pm in my Nissan® Frontier truck. I made a detour to Koko Head Park. I ended up spending over an hour there.
I drove to Koko Marina at 2pm. I was able to find shaded parking. I walked to the gym and went through my usual workout in a leisurely fashion. After a nice hot shower, I dropped my gym bag off in my truck. For some reason, I was compelled to go to Taco Bell®. I was able to enjoy two larger-than-usual Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos. There were only a few other customers in the dining area, so I was able to eat my burritos in peace. My final stop was at Foodland. I was completely full, so I did not purchase much in the way of groceries. I was tempted to purchase a bottle of vino, but thought better of the idea. I just cannot afford such luxuries anymore. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 5:30pm.
I can truly say that I enjoyed the day. My time at the beach and the park was priceless. What a contrast to the crowds at the shopping mall, all looking for shiny objects to spend money on. The "ownership society," the capitalist regime, the "pay 'n' go" life-style are all sick manifestations of humanity gone awry. I do not know how much longer I can tolerate that crap.
Incidentally, I believe that John McCain made an extraordinary calculated gamble in picking Sarah Palin to be his running mate. And, I believe that he's clinched the presidential (s)election without resorting to Diebold® chicanery. I have read numerous commentaries by so-called "progressives" about the Palin pick. Most are condescending with much gloating about McCain's feeble attempt to lure Hillary Clinton supporters. Obviously, Palin is nothing close to Clinton politically. She will not lure many "liberal" or "progressive" chicks. So, why did McCain pick her? Palin, a virtual unknown, comprises the same fulfillment of the same elusive "American (Political) Dream" as attained by Barack Obama a junior senator who is now the Democratic nominee for the Oval Office. Since the unknown "dark skin" slot was already taken, that left the unknown modern babe slot. The decision facing voters in November boils down to this: Who of the two underclass (i.e., "dark skins" and babes) best fulfills the fantasy of achieving the unattainable? In other words, who will break the proverbial "glass ceiling" first?
There's been a lot of talk about Palin's inexperience. She is the governor of the State of Alaska. Yet, weren't Bill Clinton, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, and Shrub all state governors before seeking the highest elected office in the empire? And, what about Hillary Clinton? Wasn't she the wife of a sitting president before becoming a senator? Of course, there will be other idiotic issues such as gay rights, gun control, abortion, and religiosity at play in yet another "What's the Matter with Kansas?" moment. The real issues such as the economy, the two illegal wars, the corrupt financial "system," will all remain "below the radar." Are you getting tired of the games already? Then, either boycott the vote, or vote for third-party candidates.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Poverty Now!
Moms and I made the rounds around Hawai'i Kai including Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms and I ate our Loco Moco plate lunches outside on one of the tables facing the nondescript parking lot. Later, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm.
I paid a wonderful visit to Koko Head Park. I pretty much had the whole park to myself. I watched the clouds roll by and enjoyed the beauty of Koko Crater. Time seemed to stand still. There is something quite rejuvenating about the park with its natural surroundings. After all, I experienced another sleep-deprived night courtesy the Chinaman yapping on his cell phone at 4:30am and my crazy dreams. I finally drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking. I walked to the gym and performed my usual workout.
I made a final stop at Foodland to shop for groceries. Whoa! Food prices have gone up again. Frankly, I don't even know how I am going to cut corners any further. I could, of course, re-enter the world of wage slavery by becoming a minimum wage slave. Let's do the math. If I work full time at minimum wage, I will earn about $1,000 per month before taxes. However, there are few full-time minimum wage peon jobs. No employer desires to provide health insurance benefits to low-level scum. Thus, I would only work half-time with absolutely no benefits. My income would be $500 per month before taxes. Is that a big joke, or what?
I fully understand the plight of the poor and the homeless because I am in the same poverty class. Thus, I have washed my hands of the joke that is the empire's political process. Playing into the charade only makes us complicit in the heinous crimes committed by the ruling elite (i.e., moneychangers and powers-that-be). Thus, after determining that I cannot worship at the temple of the sinister kahuna, I opted for the exodus.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. I was left with no choice but to follow the same pathetic afternoon and evening ritual. Yes, not a year has gone by and I am already disgruntled about my lodging at Slob Manor. I was not meant to reside in any one place for an extended period of time. I truly am an urban nomad. In fact, I must once again entertain the idea that I may have been meant to be one of the homeless.
I paid a wonderful visit to Koko Head Park. I pretty much had the whole park to myself. I watched the clouds roll by and enjoyed the beauty of Koko Crater. Time seemed to stand still. There is something quite rejuvenating about the park with its natural surroundings. After all, I experienced another sleep-deprived night courtesy the Chinaman yapping on his cell phone at 4:30am and my crazy dreams. I finally drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking. I walked to the gym and performed my usual workout.
I made a final stop at Foodland to shop for groceries. Whoa! Food prices have gone up again. Frankly, I don't even know how I am going to cut corners any further. I could, of course, re-enter the world of wage slavery by becoming a minimum wage slave. Let's do the math. If I work full time at minimum wage, I will earn about $1,000 per month before taxes. However, there are few full-time minimum wage peon jobs. No employer desires to provide health insurance benefits to low-level scum. Thus, I would only work half-time with absolutely no benefits. My income would be $500 per month before taxes. Is that a big joke, or what?
I fully understand the plight of the poor and the homeless because I am in the same poverty class. Thus, I have washed my hands of the joke that is the empire's political process. Playing into the charade only makes us complicit in the heinous crimes committed by the ruling elite (i.e., moneychangers and powers-that-be). Thus, after determining that I cannot worship at the temple of the sinister kahuna, I opted for the exodus.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. I was left with no choice but to follow the same pathetic afternoon and evening ritual. Yes, not a year has gone by and I am already disgruntled about my lodging at Slob Manor. I was not meant to reside in any one place for an extended period of time. I truly am an urban nomad. In fact, I must once again entertain the idea that I may have been meant to be one of the homeless.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Universal Law
Did you read the article by the anonymous political analyst that I cited yesterday? Scary, isn't it? As both of the corrupt political parties converge on all issues, there is little "wiggle room." The "good cop, bad cop" ploy will no longer work. Hence, the spectacle of the circus-like conventions. All glitter, no substance. I am skeptical of the Democratic candidate. As far as I can tell, he is being ushered in by the ruling elite (i.e., moneychangers and powers-that-be) to showcase how "progressive" the empire has become since embracing its first "dark skin" presidential candidate. Yet, where did that candidate come from? And, how did he rise from obscurity to the pinnacle of the political "system" amidst rampant corruption? The answer is simple. He was chosen to provide a diversion to the masses. Yes, you can have a "dark skin" leader but, no, nothing else will change. Of course, with all of the "smoke and mirrors," very few citizens will notice.
There is something horribly wrong with the entire "system." Only upon removing the goggles of ignorance can we see what's really happening. The financial "system" is collapsing, but to the advantage of the moneychangers. More banks and investment houses will go under, but only the unsavvy investors will lose everything. The process is a precursor to a global banking consolidation at the expense of you and I. The Fed will eventually lower short-term interest rates permanently to zero percent. It is stalling now, letting inflation run its course in order to hammer down any possibility of wage increases. Once that is accomplished, down go short-term rates. We are past the "point of no return" concerning debt. The "system" can only function with an abundance of cheap and easy money.
The Resource Wars are here. In addition to militarily securing natural resources, the ruling elite are prepared to militarily intervene to bring the remaining "rogue" nations under the umbrella of empire. What that means for those nations is that the empire plans "regime change" of existing "hostile" governments, the "privatization" of all state assets, the opening of cheap labor and consumer markets, or essentially the modern day version of "rape and pillage." Why has it come to this?
The detestable human condition is rooted in the struggle between Universal Law and the "seven sins." The disproportionate synergistic strength of the "seven sins" suggest a power behind the latter that transcends human limitations. The fact that the nefarious force is building to a crescendo is unprecedented. Humans have dismissed the "good versus evil" premise as religious superstition and have rationalized human frailty as an "evolutionary" issue. Humans are basically egotistical and stupid. Meticulously and deviously looking for ways to skirt responsibility, the crafty human constructs theoretical hyperbole to explain away the unknown. To soothe the uncomforted soul, humans put faith in their empty beliefs and rhetoric.
When we remove the goggles of ignorance, we can begin to seek the truth. If we remove the prejudice of apostate religion from the equation, then we can see Universal Law, the Creator, free will, and humanity for what they are. We can see that evil and "sin" are options to free will. However, evil and "sin" go against Universal Law. Both are wrong choices. We cannot have free will unless we have correct and wrong choices concurrently. Universal Law itself is not a random construct. Nor is it "evolutionary." Universal Law could only be legislated by a superior being, a Creator. Crafty humans crafted false religion to compartmentalize and isolate Universal Law. By doing so, evil and "sin" only exist in church. The everyday secular world became more "rational" (i.e., permissive). Yet, in the process, humans discarded the notion that evil is a power in and of itself.
Whether we choose to recognize the existence of evil (or not) is irrelevant if it exists as a power. Denial will not make it go away. Embracing the wrong choice (i.e., evil) will only cause its power to grow exponentially, which is what we have witnessed in these troubled times. Like the atomic fission process, the reactions will continue to cascade and increase until it explodes. The secular Apocalypse is the first sign of the chain reaction. However, inevitably, there must be a finale. Under Universal Law, the final conflict is preceded by entropy and anarchy. In religion, the latter is often referred to as Armageddon. An evil force, synergistically armed and capable, must eventually meet its opposite. We can find secular adaptations of the same concept in the Laws of Physics and the Laws of Thermodynamics. Unfortunately, the force of evil does not strive for equilibrium. Rather, it aims for dominance.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has been neutralized. I departed for town at 9:15am on the Route 1L bus. I spent 2.5 hours in the inner courtyard of the library, both reading and lapsing in and out of a coma. Reluctantly, I departed at 12:30pm. On the agenda was the restoration of my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I did my usual workout at the gym. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before 5pm. I decided to perform the dreaded laundry chores a day early. I was able to enjoy a peaceful dinner consisting of the usual veggie "rations."
Regretfully, I did not sleep well again last night. I experienced another series of bizarre dreams. The one dream that I explicitly recall found me in some kind of boxing ring facing an opponent, with both of us using cast iron frying pans as weapons to smash each other's cranium. Perhaps that is why I had a headache all day. To mummify the dream sequence, I woke up and "drained the lizard." Then, I was privy to listen to the Chinaman talking on his cell phone at the top of his lungs. He could be the future recipient of a blow to the side of the head with a cast iron frying pan. Shades of "Eating Raoul"! Well, that's Universal Law at work.
There is something horribly wrong with the entire "system." Only upon removing the goggles of ignorance can we see what's really happening. The financial "system" is collapsing, but to the advantage of the moneychangers. More banks and investment houses will go under, but only the unsavvy investors will lose everything. The process is a precursor to a global banking consolidation at the expense of you and I. The Fed will eventually lower short-term interest rates permanently to zero percent. It is stalling now, letting inflation run its course in order to hammer down any possibility of wage increases. Once that is accomplished, down go short-term rates. We are past the "point of no return" concerning debt. The "system" can only function with an abundance of cheap and easy money.
The Resource Wars are here. In addition to militarily securing natural resources, the ruling elite are prepared to militarily intervene to bring the remaining "rogue" nations under the umbrella of empire. What that means for those nations is that the empire plans "regime change" of existing "hostile" governments, the "privatization" of all state assets, the opening of cheap labor and consumer markets, or essentially the modern day version of "rape and pillage." Why has it come to this?
The detestable human condition is rooted in the struggle between Universal Law and the "seven sins." The disproportionate synergistic strength of the "seven sins" suggest a power behind the latter that transcends human limitations. The fact that the nefarious force is building to a crescendo is unprecedented. Humans have dismissed the "good versus evil" premise as religious superstition and have rationalized human frailty as an "evolutionary" issue. Humans are basically egotistical and stupid. Meticulously and deviously looking for ways to skirt responsibility, the crafty human constructs theoretical hyperbole to explain away the unknown. To soothe the uncomforted soul, humans put faith in their empty beliefs and rhetoric.
When we remove the goggles of ignorance, we can begin to seek the truth. If we remove the prejudice of apostate religion from the equation, then we can see Universal Law, the Creator, free will, and humanity for what they are. We can see that evil and "sin" are options to free will. However, evil and "sin" go against Universal Law. Both are wrong choices. We cannot have free will unless we have correct and wrong choices concurrently. Universal Law itself is not a random construct. Nor is it "evolutionary." Universal Law could only be legislated by a superior being, a Creator. Crafty humans crafted false religion to compartmentalize and isolate Universal Law. By doing so, evil and "sin" only exist in church. The everyday secular world became more "rational" (i.e., permissive). Yet, in the process, humans discarded the notion that evil is a power in and of itself.
Whether we choose to recognize the existence of evil (or not) is irrelevant if it exists as a power. Denial will not make it go away. Embracing the wrong choice (i.e., evil) will only cause its power to grow exponentially, which is what we have witnessed in these troubled times. Like the atomic fission process, the reactions will continue to cascade and increase until it explodes. The secular Apocalypse is the first sign of the chain reaction. However, inevitably, there must be a finale. Under Universal Law, the final conflict is preceded by entropy and anarchy. In religion, the latter is often referred to as Armageddon. An evil force, synergistically armed and capable, must eventually meet its opposite. We can find secular adaptations of the same concept in the Laws of Physics and the Laws of Thermodynamics. Unfortunately, the force of evil does not strive for equilibrium. Rather, it aims for dominance.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has been neutralized. I departed for town at 9:15am on the Route 1L bus. I spent 2.5 hours in the inner courtyard of the library, both reading and lapsing in and out of a coma. Reluctantly, I departed at 12:30pm. On the agenda was the restoration of my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I did my usual workout at the gym. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before 5pm. I decided to perform the dreaded laundry chores a day early. I was able to enjoy a peaceful dinner consisting of the usual veggie "rations."
Regretfully, I did not sleep well again last night. I experienced another series of bizarre dreams. The one dream that I explicitly recall found me in some kind of boxing ring facing an opponent, with both of us using cast iron frying pans as weapons to smash each other's cranium. Perhaps that is why I had a headache all day. To mummify the dream sequence, I woke up and "drained the lizard." Then, I was privy to listen to the Chinaman talking on his cell phone at the top of his lungs. He could be the future recipient of a blow to the side of the head with a cast iron frying pan. Shades of "Eating Raoul"! Well, that's Universal Law at work.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Goggles of Ignorance
I was severely bamboozled by my own self this morning as I debated the ridiculous quandary of whether I should go to town to complete my usual urban nomad itinerary or not. I finally decided to follow my alternative urban nomad itinerary. I rode the bus to Aina Haina and ended up at the library for a couple of hours. I spent the time readings newspapers, periodicals, and journals. I was made nauseous by what passes as legitimate news. Incidentally, the bus was fairly crowded, so I assured myself that I made the right decision to avoid the trip to town. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at noon. I piddled around until 1:30pm.
I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. I must make one observation that has been on-going. I have often felt that my own workouts have been reduced to a mild joke. I am not the gym rat that I used to be. However, a good majority of the gym members have far more leisurely workouts than mine. They seem to pamper themselves and avoid exceeding their comfort level. Let's face it. What exactly does one set of low weight repetitions accomplish?
I was off to Taco Bell® after the gym. The dining area was filled with a number of high school punks who were raucously carrying on. They were making a lot of noise. Two of them were attempting to play their ukuleles. Others were running from table to table for no apparent reason except to disrupt the peace. The Taco Bell® crew were giving the punks the “stink eye.” However, not much else was done to control the punks. I was, however, able to enjoy my two Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos. I made one last stop at Foodland to restock my usual grocery items.
Back at Slob Manor, I've realized how sick and tired I am of the Raj regime enabled by the Indian guy. The completely filled fridge (with rotting food), the garbage laying around everywhere (with roaches and ants feasting away), the filthy bathroom, the constant slamming of doors, and so forth. He is apparently from an affluent family, his father being some high-ranking officer in the military. Alas, perhaps I am just antsy because I cannot invoke the exodus yet. Perhaps I am seeing the reality of life that is too far out of our control. Perhaps I am seeing too many fools who are so self-absorbed in hedonism and conceit. The sheer vanity and senselessness of our existence, the ludicrous non-existent pillars of our crumbling societal infrastructure, and the blatant audacity of stupidity has brought me closer to genocidal ramapage. Yet, that's exactly why the moneychangers and the powers-that-be are so elated. If you have followed the journal and the "blog," you know exactly what I mean.
Once we remove the goggles of ignorance, we can clearly see how far gone and how hopeless the situation really is. We have passed the proverbial "point of no return" in many respects.
I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. I must make one observation that has been on-going. I have often felt that my own workouts have been reduced to a mild joke. I am not the gym rat that I used to be. However, a good majority of the gym members have far more leisurely workouts than mine. They seem to pamper themselves and avoid exceeding their comfort level. Let's face it. What exactly does one set of low weight repetitions accomplish?
I was off to Taco Bell® after the gym. The dining area was filled with a number of high school punks who were raucously carrying on. They were making a lot of noise. Two of them were attempting to play their ukuleles. Others were running from table to table for no apparent reason except to disrupt the peace. The Taco Bell® crew were giving the punks the “stink eye.” However, not much else was done to control the punks. I was, however, able to enjoy my two Cheesy Bean and Rice Burritos. I made one last stop at Foodland to restock my usual grocery items.
Back at Slob Manor, I've realized how sick and tired I am of the Raj regime enabled by the Indian guy. The completely filled fridge (with rotting food), the garbage laying around everywhere (with roaches and ants feasting away), the filthy bathroom, the constant slamming of doors, and so forth. He is apparently from an affluent family, his father being some high-ranking officer in the military. Alas, perhaps I am just antsy because I cannot invoke the exodus yet. Perhaps I am seeing the reality of life that is too far out of our control. Perhaps I am seeing too many fools who are so self-absorbed in hedonism and conceit. The sheer vanity and senselessness of our existence, the ludicrous non-existent pillars of our crumbling societal infrastructure, and the blatant audacity of stupidity has brought me closer to genocidal ramapage. Yet, that's exactly why the moneychangers and the powers-that-be are so elated. If you have followed the journal and the "blog," you know exactly what I mean.
Once we remove the goggles of ignorance, we can clearly see how far gone and how hopeless the situation really is. We have passed the proverbial "point of no return" in many respects.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Temple of Doom
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has withstood the test of time. The day was hot and humid. I lapsed in and out of a coma in the inner courtyard of the library as the heat was almost too much to bear. Much as I did not want to, I departed for the gym at 1:45pm. I did my usual workout as to be expected. Then, I rode an extremely crowded bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), a place that I am gradually coming to despise. I was able to enjoy a peaceful veggie "rations" dinner. The evening? Whoa! Same ol' shit.
I will mention that I am devoting about two hours each evening to watch the special editions of Democracy Now! with coverage of both heavily commercialized political conventions. The focus is not on the usual mainstream crap. Most notable is the disturbing police-state suppression in Denver of the relatively peaceful demonstrations. Needless to say, the video clips of the blowhards speaking at the convention was sickening at best, each of them lying through their teeth. Collectively, they spoke with the voice of El Diablo, urging one and all to prostrate themselves at the Temple of Doom.
Spit in the face of El Diablo (i.e., sinister kahuna), I say, and get out of Babylon now. We are wasting far too much time collecting useless trinkets and worshipping at the Temple of Doom. These cardboard candidates raised by the empire's ruling elite (i.e., moneychangers and powers-that-be) are a disgrace to the world. We are not looking at agents of change. Rather, they are agents of destruction.
My Palm® TX has been revamped into a full-fledged Net appliance, as I mentioned earlier. I am now streamlining my operation to utilize on-line portals extensively. In fact, I no longer use any of the installed Palm® software. Of course, I need a free Wi-Fi® connection which is not often available. I am, however, resisting any temptation to resort to extreme "cloud computing." The Palm® TX hardware appears to be fully functional. The digitizer problem is minimal and may have beeen exacerbated by the worn out screen protector. There is no digitizer drift. If I can afford to do so, I will replace the screen protector. And, I will avoid excessive screen input with the stylus.
I was disillusioned with my Palm® TX because it is, frankly, outdated. The iPhone® has really made it out to look like a piece of junk. The Palm® OS is ridiculously antiquated. Yet, after further thought, I realized that simplicity and backwardness were the features that endeared me to Palm® products. Even cheap cell phones have better rendering engines than the Blazer browser. The one-and-only font is prehistoric. Even mobile and WAP Web sites look bad. I am reminded of the days when I used Lynx. Sheesh!
I will mention that I am devoting about two hours each evening to watch the special editions of Democracy Now! with coverage of both heavily commercialized political conventions. The focus is not on the usual mainstream crap. Most notable is the disturbing police-state suppression in Denver of the relatively peaceful demonstrations. Needless to say, the video clips of the blowhards speaking at the convention was sickening at best, each of them lying through their teeth. Collectively, they spoke with the voice of El Diablo, urging one and all to prostrate themselves at the Temple of Doom.
Spit in the face of El Diablo (i.e., sinister kahuna), I say, and get out of Babylon now. We are wasting far too much time collecting useless trinkets and worshipping at the Temple of Doom. These cardboard candidates raised by the empire's ruling elite (i.e., moneychangers and powers-that-be) are a disgrace to the world. We are not looking at agents of change. Rather, they are agents of destruction.
My Palm® TX has been revamped into a full-fledged Net appliance, as I mentioned earlier. I am now streamlining my operation to utilize on-line portals extensively. In fact, I no longer use any of the installed Palm® software. Of course, I need a free Wi-Fi® connection which is not often available. I am, however, resisting any temptation to resort to extreme "cloud computing." The Palm® TX hardware appears to be fully functional. The digitizer problem is minimal and may have beeen exacerbated by the worn out screen protector. There is no digitizer drift. If I can afford to do so, I will replace the screen protector. And, I will avoid excessive screen input with the stylus.
I was disillusioned with my Palm® TX because it is, frankly, outdated. The iPhone® has really made it out to look like a piece of junk. The Palm® OS is ridiculously antiquated. Yet, after further thought, I realized that simplicity and backwardness were the features that endeared me to Palm® products. Even cheap cell phones have better rendering engines than the Blazer browser. The one-and-only font is prehistoric. Even mobile and WAP Web sites look bad. I am reminded of the days when I used Lynx. Sheesh!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Babylon Nights
Like a true senile fool, I neglected to "publish" the "blog" entry of yesterday. So, it sat in "drafts" all that time. Not much important was discussed anyway. Moms and I made the usual rounds this morning in Hawai'i Kai ... Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm.
I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I walked to the gym to do my usual cardio workout. Afterward, I shopped at Foodland before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I performed the dreaded laundry chores to round out the day. The gale force winds are extremely gusty, so we can imagine the kind of shitty evening that I will have to endure.
The "condotel" unit did not break even last month. As a matter of fact, I am $450 in the hole. Last month was projected to be a good month. August, on the other hand, is slated to be a really bad month. How much worse can it get? Having to dole out $450 is almost equivalent to paying rent for another ghetto dump. I cannot afford to subsidize the "condotel" unit. I have no health insurance, minimal automobile insurance, and I live like a true ascetic just to survive. I can barely afford food as it is. And, I absolutely refuse to engage in a wage slave job just to subsidize the crummy "condotel" unit.
Am I that bad off? Damned straight! Am I worse off than others? Frankly, I do not know. As far as I can tell, only the homeless and I are truly suffering. Everyone else seems to have lots of money. I have not seen so much mindless consumption in my entire life. Each passing day produces ever greater consumption records. Yet, in the so-called "mainstream news," I am privy to read about millions of foreclosures, increasing bankruptcies, businesses closing or downsizing, and so forth. Joe Bageant summed it up quite nicely:
I am willing to be flushed down the proverbial toilet as long as I go down with the myriad other turds. For the sake of the planet and the upkeep of Universal Law, an apocalyptic climax to the sickening debauchery cannot come soon enough.
I found shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I walked to the gym to do my usual cardio workout. Afterward, I shopped at Foodland before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I performed the dreaded laundry chores to round out the day. The gale force winds are extremely gusty, so we can imagine the kind of shitty evening that I will have to endure.
The "condotel" unit did not break even last month. As a matter of fact, I am $450 in the hole. Last month was projected to be a good month. August, on the other hand, is slated to be a really bad month. How much worse can it get? Having to dole out $450 is almost equivalent to paying rent for another ghetto dump. I cannot afford to subsidize the "condotel" unit. I have no health insurance, minimal automobile insurance, and I live like a true ascetic just to survive. I can barely afford food as it is. And, I absolutely refuse to engage in a wage slave job just to subsidize the crummy "condotel" unit.
Am I that bad off? Damned straight! Am I worse off than others? Frankly, I do not know. As far as I can tell, only the homeless and I are truly suffering. Everyone else seems to have lots of money. I have not seen so much mindless consumption in my entire life. Each passing day produces ever greater consumption records. Yet, in the so-called "mainstream news," I am privy to read about millions of foreclosures, increasing bankruptcies, businesses closing or downsizing, and so forth. Joe Bageant summed it up quite nicely:
America is already a second world nation, but the aforementioned shiny commercial skin and charming digital gizmos leads the citizenry to believe otherwise. No health care, no guarantee of anything really, except competitive struggle with one another for work and money. Americans are presently comfortable because we have always been very materialistic from the beginning. And so comfort and goods have always trumped thought and morality. But now that natural resources are being heavily stressed globally, we are left without enough concern for the common good to save ourselves as a unified entity. The problem with American style democracy is that it is all well and good to say, "I owe no man anything. And no man owes me. I am free unto myself." And, unfortunately, alone. No grasp of the common weal. And so we are left to depend entirely upon the state to do everything man does collectively, while we are each left to seek out the latest personal comfort or amusement.I have always known that I live a surreal existence, a detached sense of being from society-at-large. I have never been an imperialist stooge. I did not want to see the empire's involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan. I never wanted to see the myriad clandestine meddling by the empire in other nations' affairs. I do not understand why all the fake money that is being "printed" by the Fed is being used to fund those grotesque activities or to bail out financial crooks. Why are we not investing in our own citizenry? Where the hell is the outrage?
I am willing to be flushed down the proverbial toilet as long as I go down with the myriad other turds. For the sake of the planet and the upkeep of Universal Law, an apocalyptic climax to the sickening debauchery cannot come soon enough.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Babylon Days
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday has eclipsed all semblance of reality. Really? No, not really. Reality remains real, and real is the sublime. At least that is the case in the ol' lavahead's extremely small world. I did my usual workout at the gym. The hottie gym trainer made one of her sporadic appearances. I must say that baby is a fine specimen of hottie. Baby was working with a senior citizen gym member. I am surprised that the old codger didn't have a cardio event when baby was adjusting his position during a set. After espying the hottie gym trainer, I could only run through the rest of the day in a robotic fashion. At least I was spared any deep thoughts about the impending doom known as the secular Apocalypse. I rode a crowded bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) without incident. I was even able to eat my veggie "rations" dinner in peace.
Well, the evening will find me stationed in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I will most likely be piddling around with my Palm® TX later. Is that what my life has been reduced to? Well, I have discovered that I can use my Palm® TX as a music player for files downloaded from the Pure House Music site. Yet, I have not been inclined to do so. I can also use the device as an eBook reader. In fact, the Documents To Go® application will convert eBook files. Yet, that does not interest me either. I would rather read a real book in the library. Heck, I even located a legacy AIM application for the Palm® on the AOL® UK site. It's easy to see why I am simply "chasing my tail." My core values and beliefs are diametrically opposed to the "mainstream" culture. I can always acquire more shiny objects, but I have no purpose for them. Even the mobile portals that I bookmarked in the spartan Blazer browser have left a lot to be desired.
What I really find surprising is that "mobile" now almost exclusively means cell phones and "smartphones." The Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) is obsolete. The applications and mobile portals are very phone-oriented. Dependence on cell phones and "smartphones" is out of control as are the costs of the various service plans to accommodate all of the features. I am not sure if the populace is even aware of the sham. I plan to move in the opposite direction. I am looking forward to even less reliance on electronic gadgets. To celebrate, I have turned off my cell phone indefinitely. I will still maintain the "pay 'n go" account at $10 per year.
I have discovered an interesting aspect of human nature which is somehow related to religiosity and spirituality. As we approach either the secular Apocalypse or Armageddon, we have observed the ramped up activities of the religious dispensationalist. We have also observed the surge of secular dispensationalists. The latter are "survivalists" who are planning for a time after the fall of the "system." In either sect, we can clearly see a pattern that is clearly based on the Armageddon model. Universal Law is dictating an end to the human morass, naturally of our own doing. As I have argued prior, the existence of a Creator is beyond religious question. It is Universal Law. Religion is a human fabrication to understand Universal Law. However, religion was usurped by human frailty and hubris. We cannot change Universal Law. It is the ultimate destiny. Deep down inside, most of us know that something is deeply wrong. We know that we are approaching the denouement, the "end of days."
The "fight or flight" option is before us, with most of the satanic gargoyles joining the decadent party, the steamy cauldron of debauchery, by worshipping at the temple of the sinister kahuna and willingly being infected by the epidemic of the "seven sins." Losing ourselves in decadence and distractions will not immunize us. Nor will it prolong the coming of the end.
In my own feeble way, I am also attempting to prepare for the "end of days." That is why I have been feverishly divesting my useless material possessions. The exodus is secular dispensationalist tactic. Get out of Babylon, we've been warned. Yet, even I know that I cannot escape the ramifications of breaking Universal Law. You can run, but you can't hide.
Well, the evening will find me stationed in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I will most likely be piddling around with my Palm® TX later. Is that what my life has been reduced to? Well, I have discovered that I can use my Palm® TX as a music player for files downloaded from the Pure House Music site. Yet, I have not been inclined to do so. I can also use the device as an eBook reader. In fact, the Documents To Go® application will convert eBook files. Yet, that does not interest me either. I would rather read a real book in the library. Heck, I even located a legacy AIM application for the Palm® on the AOL® UK site. It's easy to see why I am simply "chasing my tail." My core values and beliefs are diametrically opposed to the "mainstream" culture. I can always acquire more shiny objects, but I have no purpose for them. Even the mobile portals that I bookmarked in the spartan Blazer browser have left a lot to be desired.
What I really find surprising is that "mobile" now almost exclusively means cell phones and "smartphones." The Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) is obsolete. The applications and mobile portals are very phone-oriented. Dependence on cell phones and "smartphones" is out of control as are the costs of the various service plans to accommodate all of the features. I am not sure if the populace is even aware of the sham. I plan to move in the opposite direction. I am looking forward to even less reliance on electronic gadgets. To celebrate, I have turned off my cell phone indefinitely. I will still maintain the "pay 'n go" account at $10 per year.
I have discovered an interesting aspect of human nature which is somehow related to religiosity and spirituality. As we approach either the secular Apocalypse or Armageddon, we have observed the ramped up activities of the religious dispensationalist. We have also observed the surge of secular dispensationalists. The latter are "survivalists" who are planning for a time after the fall of the "system." In either sect, we can clearly see a pattern that is clearly based on the Armageddon model. Universal Law is dictating an end to the human morass, naturally of our own doing. As I have argued prior, the existence of a Creator is beyond religious question. It is Universal Law. Religion is a human fabrication to understand Universal Law. However, religion was usurped by human frailty and hubris. We cannot change Universal Law. It is the ultimate destiny. Deep down inside, most of us know that something is deeply wrong. We know that we are approaching the denouement, the "end of days."
The "fight or flight" option is before us, with most of the satanic gargoyles joining the decadent party, the steamy cauldron of debauchery, by worshipping at the temple of the sinister kahuna and willingly being infected by the epidemic of the "seven sins." Losing ourselves in decadence and distractions will not immunize us. Nor will it prolong the coming of the end.
In my own feeble way, I am also attempting to prepare for the "end of days." That is why I have been feverishly divesting my useless material possessions. The exodus is secular dispensationalist tactic. Get out of Babylon, we've been warned. Yet, even I know that I cannot escape the ramifications of breaking Universal Law. You can run, but you can't hide.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Naïveté
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has been ... mummified! Can you guess what the itinerary was? Well, I could go on and on about the usual nonsense. Why bother? There are only two legitimate readers. Everyone else is only searching for pictures of hotties. Anyway, what exactly can be redeeming about an urban nomad kind-of-a-day? I see the same human tragedy every single day. There is nothing that can save humanity except its destruction. That's right. The paradox is the solution. The medium is the massage. The choke is da chicken.
The one aspect of being an urban nomad (read: unemployed loser) that I can fully exploit is the ability to ponder, to ruminate, and to analyze life whether it be my own or all of humanity. Every issue can be scrutinized for I have an abundance of time. And, there are only two possible outcomes from such an endeavor: disillusionment or insanity. I have found the I can endure high levels of disillusionment. The result has brought me to seek the apex of isolationism. The masses of society are all moving in concert toward mutually assured destruction of one kind or another, albeit in a totally oblivious fashion. I am led to believe that most of the participants in society are already insane. Nothing else can explain the blind allegiance to mutually assured destruction (MAD). And, I am not speaking of the "Dr. Strangelove" variety of MAD, although the latter is becoming a viable threat. However, we, as individual humans, have become quite adept at dismantling social order in our own naïve anarchic way. It would be laughable were it not so tragic.
The empire's presidential (s)election is turning into a real farce, eh? I am certainly grateful that I am not one of those so-called "progressives" who were banking on that rhetorical "change" crap. What a big "bait-n-switch" campaign that was! There are going to be a lot of satanic gargoyles on major antidepressants by the end of the year. I won't be one of them, because I already knew the game plan.
Well, I have not found any useful applications for my Palm® TX aside from the ubiquitous ToiletSolver v1. That's as good as it gets. Incidentally, I discovered that the glass digitizer is available from PDAParts. The other supplier that I referenced yesterday only offers the same plastic digitizer. Or, I could sell the unit for $53 at Consumer Electronics Recycling. Sheesh!
The one aspect of being an urban nomad (read: unemployed loser) that I can fully exploit is the ability to ponder, to ruminate, and to analyze life whether it be my own or all of humanity. Every issue can be scrutinized for I have an abundance of time. And, there are only two possible outcomes from such an endeavor: disillusionment or insanity. I have found the I can endure high levels of disillusionment. The result has brought me to seek the apex of isolationism. The masses of society are all moving in concert toward mutually assured destruction of one kind or another, albeit in a totally oblivious fashion. I am led to believe that most of the participants in society are already insane. Nothing else can explain the blind allegiance to mutually assured destruction (MAD). And, I am not speaking of the "Dr. Strangelove" variety of MAD, although the latter is becoming a viable threat. However, we, as individual humans, have become quite adept at dismantling social order in our own naïve anarchic way. It would be laughable were it not so tragic.
The empire's presidential (s)election is turning into a real farce, eh? I am certainly grateful that I am not one of those so-called "progressives" who were banking on that rhetorical "change" crap. What a big "bait-n-switch" campaign that was! There are going to be a lot of satanic gargoyles on major antidepressants by the end of the year. I won't be one of them, because I already knew the game plan.
Well, I have not found any useful applications for my Palm® TX aside from the ubiquitous ToiletSolver v1. That's as good as it gets. Incidentally, I discovered that the glass digitizer is available from PDAParts. The other supplier that I referenced yesterday only offers the same plastic digitizer. Or, I could sell the unit for $53 at Consumer Electronics Recycling. Sheesh!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Dreamstate
Moms and I made the rounds at Koko Marina this morning ... Pricebusters and Foodland. We ate spaghetti plate lunches at Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted with moms until 1pm. Then, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck back to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking. Thank goodness, for moms had given me a whole bunch of fresh fruit. I did not want the fruit to cook in the truck. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout, although I was extremely fatigued. I shopped at Foodland afterward. I also treated myself to a cold Icee® beverage. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm, just in time to perform the dreaded laundry chores. I ate my usual veggie "rations" for dinner. The evening will be more of the same, that is, same ol' shit.
I have still been plagued by unusual dreams every night. I am averaging about five hours of unsound sleep. Thus, sleep deprivation has taken its toll on the oversized cranium. I have extremely fatigued and very irritable. The slightest provocation brings me close to unloading homicidal rage. The seems to be no end is sight insofar as the crazy dreams are concerned.
Moms complained about experiencing another "zap in the head" episode yesterday. Although infrequent, the episodes suggest some kind of problem. Yet, moms has not exhibited any symptoms related to a mini-stroke or aneurysm. Sometimes I wonder if my excessive compulsion to divest my worldly possessions and my proclivity to flee are in someway related. Perhaps my recent and unending bout of intrusive dreams is also involved. Perhaps my subconscious is cognizant of something that I have yet to understand.
The Palm® TX dilemma remains unresolved, although I am now more inclined to not divest it. I found that I could replace the plastic digitizer with a glass one available from the Used PDA Parts site. The site also features replacement Lithium-Ion batteries and the tools required to open up the Palm® TX for servicing. I have also been searching for useful free Palm® applications. However, nothing has piqued my interest. So, what's in store for the Palm® TX? I am contemplating its utilization as a full Internet appliance, whatever that means.
I have still been plagued by unusual dreams every night. I am averaging about five hours of unsound sleep. Thus, sleep deprivation has taken its toll on the oversized cranium. I have extremely fatigued and very irritable. The slightest provocation brings me close to unloading homicidal rage. The seems to be no end is sight insofar as the crazy dreams are concerned.
Moms complained about experiencing another "zap in the head" episode yesterday. Although infrequent, the episodes suggest some kind of problem. Yet, moms has not exhibited any symptoms related to a mini-stroke or aneurysm. Sometimes I wonder if my excessive compulsion to divest my worldly possessions and my proclivity to flee are in someway related. Perhaps my recent and unending bout of intrusive dreams is also involved. Perhaps my subconscious is cognizant of something that I have yet to understand.
The Palm® TX dilemma remains unresolved, although I am now more inclined to not divest it. I found that I could replace the plastic digitizer with a glass one available from the Used PDA Parts site. The site also features replacement Lithium-Ion batteries and the tools required to open up the Palm® TX for servicing. I have also been searching for useful free Palm® applications. However, nothing has piqued my interest. So, what's in store for the Palm® TX? I am contemplating its utilization as a full Internet appliance, whatever that means.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)