Blasé is Best

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday was ... well, let's call it blasé. I received a large envelope stuffed with crap from my local bank. Apparently, the bank is planning to reorganize from a mutual holding company to stock holding corporation. The mailing included a proxy to vote on the matter along with a prospectus and order form for the purchase of stock. Mind you, I voted against the change from "savings and loan" to "bank." It was one of the few remaining of such institutions. Now, the "bank" appears to need capital. I will read the prospectus, although I am not sure if I will invest any money in "bank" stock. I'm probably better off purchasing gold.

The "condotel" unit was $350 in arrears again last month. I am not certain about how the other "owners" feel about the current situation. I am sure, though, that a lot of them are in deeper shit than I am. For the time being, there is nothing that I can do except to let the dump drain me of my savings. That's the true meaning of the "ownership" society.

The heatwave continues. There's no escape. After my workout at the gym, I decided to take the roundabout way home (term used loosely) via the bus. I rode the Route 56 bus to Ala Moana Center from downtown. I arrived with a few minutes to spare before boarding the Route 24 bus headed for Upper Aina Haina via Waikiki. I alighted at the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I did some quick shopping at Foodland and was able to board the usual Route 1 bus within a few minutes.

When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I piddled around and made preparations for another blasé urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Sheesh!

Blasé

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was marred by the appearance of Les the putz (see the "blog" of February 18th and 24th) while I was sitting in the inner courtyard of the library. He wanted to know if I had read the "born again Christian" tract that he had given me. I did not want to have him "witness" to me, so I abruptly told him that I do not find the Good Book to be entirely credible.

There I was, sitting with two books about Satan, a version of the Good Book, and a book about the Dead Sea Scrolls, and Les the putz felt that he had an obligation to enlighten me with his own "born again" experiences. He mentioned that he repented, accepted Jesus as his savior, and was "saved." I asked him, "How are you saved? The book of Revelation states that we will all face 'Judgment Day' in the end. So, how are you already saved?" I finally mummified the conversation when he told me that the Scriptures are the inerrant utterances of God because it says so right there in the Scriptures. I cannot deal with idiotic circular "logic."

Speaking of Satan, I continued to read the book, "The Birth of Satan," by Wray & Mobley. As it turns out, the characterization of Satan did not fully mature until the "intertestimental" period (from circa 500 BC to 70 AD). Several non-canonical Hebrew books in the apocrypha and pseudepigrapha elaborated upon Satan's presence via writers' embellishments. Thus, the subsequent heavy emphasis on demons and demon possession in the Christian Greek Scriptures (so-called "New Testament") can be understood. Of course, one has to wonder why we do not see an epidemic of demon possession in our times.

The rest of the day was blasé. just the way I like it. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) and commenced my preparation for another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Incidentally, I completed the clean up of the "blog" a couple days ago. Was it worth it? Nah.

State of Nada (Reprise)

I commenced the day with an early morning walk to Kawaikui Beach Park. I was able to confirm that Pete, the pipe-smoking homeless guy, is now reliant upon his walker to get around. I am not sure if the walker will be a permanent fixture. Living in the park will be difficult under such circumstances.

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8:50am. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. He has been staying home from school much more frequently for some reason. Of course, he was already manning the video game console. Moms and I made the usual rounds ... Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert.

I kept moms company until 1pm. Then, I ended up at Koko Head Park.I sat around for an hour or so. I admired the Creation and ruminated on a number of topics. I finally drove to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I was completely stuffed from lunch. So, for dinner, all I ate was a small vegetable salad sans dressing, a banana, an orange, and a few Oreo® cookies.

On a side note, the sugar ants were in full force again. This morning, the ants launched an offensive from the wall in my squalid room to the trashbag full of rotting food sitting in the second floor common area. Later in the afternoon, the ants launched another offensive from the second floor bathroom. Thousands of sugar ants were involved. In both cases, mass genocide was committed by my slippers (read: slippahs). Oh, the horror!

Matters of Theodicy

Another hot urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... too hot to even think. The itinerary, however, remained exactly the same. At the library, I have been reading the book, "The Birth of Satan: Tracing the Devil's Biblical Roots," by TJ Wray and Gregory Mobley. So far, the book has been fairly interesting.

On the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the Route 1L bus that I was riding on caught up with the bus before it at Aina Haina. The other bus was apparently 30 minutes behind schedule. From what I could tell, all of the passengers were transferred to the bus that I was on. However, the other bus stopped at the same stop where I alighted. I observed the wheelchair ramp operating. Then, Pete, the pipe-smoking homeless guy, emerged with a walker. I had seen him yesterday at Kawaikui Beach Park, and he was walking around just fine. This morning, I saw him sitting at his reserved picnic table, but I did not see him walking around. So, something happened within the last 24 hours.

Since I am on the subject of the homeless, I was taken aback by what Mista Bumpy recently posted in the message boards:

For example, I had seen this guy a few times sitting in a beat up old beach chair in front of the Academy of Arts place on Beretania St., and I mean he was repellent – he smelled like old piss and rotten armpits. As with many, he was dressed for temperatures of near freezing, even though it was about 75 degrees out there. Everyone was walking way around him and because he was parked right at Der Bus stop, people had to stand way off while waiting for the Bus, he was that bad. At one point, a guy from the Academy came out and gave him a bottled water, which I thought was pretty decent. He was also morbidly obese and his skin had a very unhealthy look to it (he had diabetes, as it turns out and was missing a leg, possibly due to that).

I saw later on one of the local channels that he had died and was a Vet and everything. Jesus, how does some poor fuck end up like that? I mean, if he was in the service, he must have been healthy once upon a time, right? I could not feature this awful, diseased meat-sack as ever having been healthy, or young, or with a woman, of laying around the beach, or anything. And yet he had had a life before disease and really shitty luck knocked him out of the box. In a way, I wish I had stopped to talk to him, at least once. I think that Academy guy sort of knew him and was concerned.

I am sure that the homeless guy in question is the very same guy that I saw sitting at the bus stop in front of the Academy of Arts every day as the bus I rode on passed by. I am not sure if I ever chronicled in the "blog" that I used to see him in the library every day (when I first started hanging out there after I was forcefully emancipated from wage slavery). He would spend all day there. He had a stack of books, mostly current affairs stuff. He always seemed to be talking to himself. He also had a small radio that he listened to. All of his worldly possessions were with him as well. After a while, he stopped going to the library. Then, I began seeing him sitting at that particular bus stop on one of the benches. It became obvious to me that he "lived" there. A few months later. I noticed that he had a walker. Then, a few months later, he disappeared. I had hoped that someone collected him and took him to the homeless shelter. Oddly, just after his disappearance, the bus stop benches were sealed off with the familiar yellow "crime scene" tape. Then, the benches were given a fresh coat of paint. Given what Mista Bumpy stated, I surmise that the homeless guy had probably passed on right there.

In the "blog," I discuss the homeless, not because of any disdain that I have for them, but because no one else seems to care. Countless amounts of taxpayer money has been spent to literally harass the homeless to make them move on. Where are they to go? We live on a damned island. Sheesh! That kind of brings me around to the topics of universal law, justice, and theodicy ... something I was hoping to defer. The findings of my religious research are moving away from the idea that God is the Creator. The reasons for believing, aside from faith, in the Good Book are dwindling. However, I am still very certain that there is a Creator.

The Creator is the source of infinite intelligence and power. The Creator is also quite exacting. The earth was designed to be perfect for lifeforms. The Creator established a complex interactive relationship between all lifeforms including replication and maintenance of the food chain. As for humans, the Creator provided all of the resources for us to survive and thrive. The Creator also gave us an internal moral code (i.e., conscience). However, that's probably where the Creator's benevolence ended. We humans have been left to our own devices. We were given "free will," which we chose to exercise liberally. We opted to choose wrong paths because "free will" allows us to usurp our conscience. Hence, we will eventually end up destroying ourselves. There really won't be a second chance. The dinosaurs of old became extinct (by "natural" causes, no less), but the Creator has not chosen to "resurrect" them. They are species long gone. There is no evidence, aside from religious mumbo-jumbo, that the Creator will spare us of the same demise.

Those who cry out for justice are usually at the receiving end of extreme injustice. We humans were given a moral code and roughly 80 years to live. It was up to us to understand our mortality and to make all of our lives fruitful through compassion and fairness. No one should have had to suffer prematurely, because suffering comes at the end anyway. Humans, however, were just too stupid, too arrogant, and too crafty for their own good. Religions have come about in order to force change on decadent societies using powerful, albeit fictitious, deities as leverage. We've already seen how that has played out.

If the Creator was God, then He would have intervened in our sordid affairs by now. The prophesies should have come to fruition. If we humans were meant to live as spirit creatures in "Heaven," we would never have been initially created as humans. And now, my knowledge quest is bringing me in search of the origin of evil and the forces of evil. Does evil exist, or is it simply a human judgment call through the agency of "free will"?

State of Nada

After a brief visit to Kawaikui Beach Park this morning, I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I only made a brief trip to Foodland in Koko Marina. For lunch, moms served leftover turkey (cooked on Memorial Day), fresh ahi sashimi, homemade macaroni salad, fresh vegetables, and rice. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I was completely stuffed.

I kept moms company until 1:30pm. Then, I spent the obligatory hour at Koko Head Park. The heatwave continued in full force, by the way. I drove to Koko Marina at 2:30pm, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, and performed my usual workout. I made one last stop at Foodland to find something light for dinner. Nada. All I purchased was an Icee® beverage.

I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I eventually scraped up some crap food for dinner. And, as always, I will be engaged in the typical urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. No new revelations today.

Quantum Discovery

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... heatwave! Yes, the ambient temperature was so damned hot that my mind was frying. Obviously, nothing out of the ordinary occurred. I will only mention that the heatwave apparently caused a lot of people to emit sickening odors ... on the bus, at the library, in the gym ... horrid.

I had to pay for my PO Box rental fee this morning at the Uptown Station (in Chinatown). Along with postage rates, the PO Box rental fees have gone up. The line was extremely long. All of the people in line were Chinese. The scene was both chaotic and foolish as several Chinamen were just acting plain stupid. I am too fatigued to detail the stupidity. Frankly, I don't know why I haven't already divested the PO Box. That's $60 per year for nothing. Then, I can avoid the kind of stupidity that I observed today.

Once again, the sugar ants were filing out of the wall in my squalid room by the thousands to the trash bag full of rotting food in the second floor common area. With each passing day, there is more rotting food added to the trash bag. Thus, there are even more ants making the daring food raid. I committed mass genocide with my slippers (read: slippahs) yet again.

My religious research has veered in all directions. I am perusing books about Quantum Mechanics, philosophy, science, genetics, and about Satan. Yes, even Satan. In the March 4th "blog," I mentioned the sparseness with which Satan is mentioned in the Good Book. Now, I am finding a few books in which the authors state the same premise and discuss how Satan became so prevalent in the "good versus evil" dogma. In fact, a common thesis is that the Jews adopted the "good versus evil" theme from the Persians, specifically Zoroastrianism. That makes sense given the fact that the elite Jews were in exile in Babylonia (in modern Iraq) and were freed by the Persians after Cyrus subdued Nebuchadnezzar. Most of the Hebrew Scriptures (so-called "Old Testament") are alleged to have been written in exile.

I had also previously observed that there was an abrupt increase (from zero in the Hebrew Scriptures) in demon possession during the time of Jesus. As it turns out, the non-canonized Jewish books (i.e., the apocrypha) focused much more on demons than the canonized Scriptures. There are indeed many issues with both the Hebrew Scriptures and the non-canonized books. Overall, this presents quite a problem with the credibility of Jesus as the Son of God.

I have enjoyed reading the Quantum Mechanics thesis (i.e., "Big Bang") concerning the origin of the universe. I have read accounts by physicists who are also creationists. The theory makes sense up to a certain point. However, I just cannot see how a blob of infinite mass "exploded" into the perfectly round orbs of stars and planets. Yes, gravity can explain how matter became spherical, but how did those objects acquire gravity in the first place? The answer to that question lies in the center of the earth.

Some physicists also postulate that, prior to the Creation, nothing existed. In other words, there was no space-time continuum. The definition of "space," by the way, is three-dimensional in the space-time continuum. No one has been able to eplain what "nothing" means. After pondering the concept for days, I realized that what we call "outer space" (looking out into the sky) is essentially "nothing." Without any of the physical matter present, it would be a vacuum, infinite, and devoid of light. There is no beginning or end to "outer space." Thus, time does not exist as well. I briefly mentioned the idea in the "blog" of February 25th. What dawned upon me recently is that "outer space" is not at all part of the physical universe. That's right. The physical universe is sitting inside of nothing. It has no connection to "outer space." And, it is the only instance where matter, time, and "nothing" coincide simultaneously.

If we were talking about God, then we would be looking into the soul of God when we peer out into "outer space." In the Good Book, "outer space" is the "Heavens." That is allegedly the domain of the spirit world. In terms of the Creator, we are looking at the pre-Creation, a completely perfect void before anything existed. We think that we can see "outer space," but we can't. We only see the light from distant stars. Without such light, we would see absolutely nothing. And, rightly so. Nothing is there!

Memorial Day 2009

I am actually becoming quite sick and tired of writing for this foolish "blog." Spending the last two days undoing all the errors for a period of 1.5 years has certainly made me more jaded. I was also able to peruse the nauseating content of the "blog." Since I had spent so much time in the faculty computer room at the despicable urinal ... errr, Diploma Mill, I had nothing else to do but compose useless diatribe for the "blog." Who has even read that crap?

I was off to Kahala Mall on the bus this morning at 8:45am. I was at the bus stop since about 8:20am, but I had apparently missed the desired bus. Obviously, I spent time at Barnes & Noble®. I departed at noon, returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I did not make the mistake of either driving my Nissan® Frontier truck or spending time at Koko Head Park.

I piddled around in my hot squalid room until 1:40pm. Then, I walked across the street to the bus stop. I rode the bus to Koko Marina. I performed my usual workout at the gym, shopped at Foodland, and rode an incredibly crowded Route 22 bus back to Slob Manor. I was back in my stuffy squalid room by 5pm, just in time to begin my urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Incidentally, I still have five more months of the "blog" archive to clean up.

Sonambulent Sunday

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday fulfilled a sonambulent prophesy. Exactly what does "sonambulent" mean? When I was returning from my jaunt to town, I stopped off at Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I purchased some imitation crab poke for dinner, along with a box of Quaker® Granola, and pint of Häagen-Dazs® ice cream. Naturally, I ate the whole pint of ice cream while I waited for the next bus. When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) 100^o F. I consumed a lot of water. By 5pm, I noticed that my stomach was feeling queasy. I should have known better.

(Ice Cream) + (Lots of H₂O) = Montezuma's Revenge

I had to quickly grab a toilet seat cover/shield from my stash and walk briskly to the filthy restrooms in Kawaikui Beach Park. After my intestines were suitably cleaned out, I meandered back to Slob Manor only to discover that two thick lines of sugar ants were filing out of two adjacent walls in my squalid room. I followed their path to the trash bag full of rotting food sitting in the second floor common area. I had to commit mass genocide with my slippers (read: slippahs).

Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits. I will be spending more time cleaning up the "blog." There was a period of over one year that the Blogger® spell checker was not functional. So, that's part of the mess that I am cleaning up. Of course, with no one reading the "blog," I am simply wasting time.

Sad Saturday

I was on my way to Kahala Mall on the bus this morning at 8:30am. Once again, I spent time at Barnes & Noble®.When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at noon, I washed my Nissan® Frontier truck. I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 1:30pm. My intention was to drive to Koko Head Park and find shaded parking in order to wax my truck. As to be expected, my plans were foiled. The park was filled with people. The shaded parking was all taken. I drove around Hawai'i Kai and wasted my precious petrol for no particular reason. Overcome by boredom, I finally decided to return to Koko Head Park. I was finally able to find parking under a shower tree. The tree, however, was shedding tiny flowers and pollen. I completed the wax job at 2:45pm.

I drove to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, and performed my usual workout. Afterward, I purchased a hot meal (i.e., local-style bento) at Foodland. I drove back to Slob Manor to prepare for another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.

Overall, the day was lousy. I was quite fatigued because I was up very late last night. To take my mind off of everything else, I decided to clean up the "blog." I had to deal with the shower tree while I was waxing my my Nissan® Frontier truck. I also got a slight sunburn while washing the truck. My workout at the gym was mediocre. Then, of course, there has been no rain for weeks until tonight.

I will be cleaning up the "blog" again this evening. The "blog" is, after all, my last testament and legacy. Sadly, the "blog" is my sole accomplishment in life. And, it is completely useless. I may also clean up the original journal sites later on. What else do I have to my name?

Fractured Friday

I was on my way to Kahala Mall at 8:40am this morning. I found shaded parking, then meandered over to Barnes & Noble®. I spent a bit of time in the café perusing a few magazines and sipping a cup of decaffeinated coffee. I met moms at the front entrance to the mall at about 11am. Moms had an appointment with her physician for an annual checkup.

Moms, myself, and my Nissan® Frontier truck ended up at Koko Marina. We ate lunch at Zippy's, then shopped at Foodland. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1:30pm.

I spent about an hour at Koko Head Park. I then drove back to Koko Marina, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) in anticipation of another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. We all know what that entails. Sheesh!

The other day, I noticed that the Chinaman's work boots were gone. He usually leaves them outside the front door. I thought that he had gone back to work. He has been laid off for some time. However, when I was throwing out my trash in the rubbish bin, I saw that he had dumped his work boots. I surmise that the Chinaman is going to be making a career change.