Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... if only there was some kind of purpose for the ordeal. Alas, I would be the last to know. I followed the same nauseating routine, of which further details are not needed.
I happened to run into Ann on the way to the gym. She said that she has reconnected with Lori. For a while, their friendship was on the rocks, so to speak. Apparently, Ann had taken the bus up to the North Shore to visit just recently. I haven't seen Lori in person for well over a year. Lori had contacted me a couple of times, but somehow we never could connect.
I also ran into Pseudo-professor Bill at the gym. I was surprised to see him there. We chatted briefly. I haven't seen him in over two years. I minimized my discussions about the Diploma Mill, since that is now ancient history. He wants to get together sometime, so I may take him up on the offer.
I also heard Caroll via e-mail. She is still working at Longs® as well as teaching in afterschool program. Caroll keeps trying to get ahead in life, but she's like me. For every step forward, take two back. In the days of old, that was known loosely as the "Aztec Two-Step." Of course, the latter term is also synonymous with "Montezuma's Revenge." Sheesh!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
No Tengo Ninguna Idea
Oh boy! Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has collapsed into a "singularity." Really? No, not really. At the library, I completed reading Hawking's Book, "A Brief History of Time." Let's face it. There's never going to be a "grand unified theory" (GUT) that will explain exactly what happened during Planck's Period. In the calculus, we can perform nth-order integration which will delineate n dimensions. We can use the imaginary number, i (the square-root of -1), to define negative time. However, there is no guarantee that the laws of mathematics were even valid prior to the formation of the elementary particles of the universe. Is it just too much for arrogant humans to concede that there is a Creator?
I am beginning to wonder if I am just wasting my time with all of that nonsense. Perhaps I should invest my time learning a new language like Spanish in the case that the final exodus takes me to Mexico or Costa Rica. At least I would be accomplishing something tangible. Sheesh!
Another mediocre gym workout has come and gone as well. I am apparently still losing weight and muscle mass. Obviously, my diet has been insufficient. I simply cannot find any edible and nutritious food anywhere. There's just nothing but junk food. The only consolation is that I have been taking longer showers at the gym. I am now even bringing a scrub towel with me. I may be wimpy, but I am squeaky clean.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered several thousand sugar ants invading the trash can filled with rotting food. On Saturday, I moved the trash can near the front entrance of Slob Manor. I had suspected then that the sugar ants would soon converge on the it. My goal was to move the ants' food source away from the section of the driveway that I had previously parked my Nissan® Frontier truck. Thus, I proved to myself that the proximity of the trash can is what led to the ant infestation of the truck. What is interesting is that the trash can is now luring all of the ants that are living in the framework of the house. It's actually quite sickening. I had to perform mass ant genocide with my trusty can of Hot Shot® Roach & Ant Killer. Oh, the horror!
For dinner, I used the slimy Louis Rich® cold cuts (with the exception that the slices were miraculously not slimy anymore) in my panini. No Montezuma's Revenge. No emergency run to the filthy restrooms at Kawaikui Beach park. Heck, I really regret discarding the other package of slimy Louis Rich® cold cuts.
I am beginning to wonder if I am just wasting my time with all of that nonsense. Perhaps I should invest my time learning a new language like Spanish in the case that the final exodus takes me to Mexico or Costa Rica. At least I would be accomplishing something tangible. Sheesh!
Another mediocre gym workout has come and gone as well. I am apparently still losing weight and muscle mass. Obviously, my diet has been insufficient. I simply cannot find any edible and nutritious food anywhere. There's just nothing but junk food. The only consolation is that I have been taking longer showers at the gym. I am now even bringing a scrub towel with me. I may be wimpy, but I am squeaky clean.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered several thousand sugar ants invading the trash can filled with rotting food. On Saturday, I moved the trash can near the front entrance of Slob Manor. I had suspected then that the sugar ants would soon converge on the it. My goal was to move the ants' food source away from the section of the driveway that I had previously parked my Nissan® Frontier truck. Thus, I proved to myself that the proximity of the trash can is what led to the ant infestation of the truck. What is interesting is that the trash can is now luring all of the ants that are living in the framework of the house. It's actually quite sickening. I had to perform mass ant genocide with my trusty can of Hot Shot® Roach & Ant Killer. Oh, the horror!
For dinner, I used the slimy Louis Rich® cold cuts (with the exception that the slices were miraculously not slimy anymore) in my panini. No Montezuma's Revenge. No emergency run to the filthy restrooms at Kawaikui Beach park. Heck, I really regret discarding the other package of slimy Louis Rich® cold cuts.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Fallacy of "Ownership"
My Nissan® Frontier truck and I were on our way to Hawai'i Kai at 7:30am this morning. My first stop was Foodland in Koko Marina. I purchased a cup of coffee and loitered in the vicinity for about an hour. There really is something quite enjoyable about a nice hot cup of coffee in the morning.
As usual, moms and I made the usual rounds around Hawai'i Kai with lunch courtesy Panda Express®. Sadly, there was nothing interesting in the fortune cookie today. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1:30pm.
I drove back to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, and walked across the street to the library. After an hour, I meandered to the gym, performed my usual workout, and shopped for groceries. I purchased a Spam® Musubi for dinner. I decided to sit at one of the tables along the periphery of Koko Marina and eat the Spam® Musubi. After the mundane meal, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I thought that I have having a less-than-mediocre day until Alan, one of the other Slob Manor residents, returned to the dump. He apparently got into a "fender bender" a few minutes earlier. When I went outside to discard my paltry trash, I observed that the front-end of his car had sustained quite a bit of damage.
Well, that's part of the risk involved in the "ownership society," eh? Frankly, I am sick and tired of the "ownership society." Ownership is only meaningful if one is immortal. Otherwise, it's a total joke. However, many dimwitted people in the empire do not get the joke. After all, brain donation is an art form in the empire. The latest in the line of stupidity is, of course, the uproar over "socialism." Most of the aforementioned idiots do not even know the definition of the word. In fact, they are not even cognizant of the fact that they live under Fascism. Fools! The only reason that those "knobs" hate "socialism" is because they believe it to be a threat to the "ownership society."
By definition, an "owner" cannot be a slave at the same time. How could an "owner"-slave make any sense? However, the slaves in the United Fascist States of Empire (USFE) have lobotomized themselves into believing that they are indeed "owners," not slaves. The latter pathology is often identified as "derealization" based on "incongruence." With the stock market surging and all of the talking heads proclaiming that the boom times are back, the slaves taken the bait. Consumer spending is going up. The real estate "bubble" is starting to inflate again. Why, even tourism is picking up here in the islands. We'll just have another slew of new "owners" until the next bust cycle.
As usual, moms and I made the usual rounds around Hawai'i Kai with lunch courtesy Panda Express®. Sadly, there was nothing interesting in the fortune cookie today. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1:30pm.
I drove back to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, and walked across the street to the library. After an hour, I meandered to the gym, performed my usual workout, and shopped for groceries. I purchased a Spam® Musubi for dinner. I decided to sit at one of the tables along the periphery of Koko Marina and eat the Spam® Musubi. After the mundane meal, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I thought that I have having a less-than-mediocre day until Alan, one of the other Slob Manor residents, returned to the dump. He apparently got into a "fender bender" a few minutes earlier. When I went outside to discard my paltry trash, I observed that the front-end of his car had sustained quite a bit of damage.
Well, that's part of the risk involved in the "ownership society," eh? Frankly, I am sick and tired of the "ownership society." Ownership is only meaningful if one is immortal. Otherwise, it's a total joke. However, many dimwitted people in the empire do not get the joke. After all, brain donation is an art form in the empire. The latest in the line of stupidity is, of course, the uproar over "socialism." Most of the aforementioned idiots do not even know the definition of the word. In fact, they are not even cognizant of the fact that they live under Fascism. Fools! The only reason that those "knobs" hate "socialism" is because they believe it to be a threat to the "ownership society."
By definition, an "owner" cannot be a slave at the same time. How could an "owner"-slave make any sense? However, the slaves in the United Fascist States of Empire (USFE) have lobotomized themselves into believing that they are indeed "owners," not slaves. The latter pathology is often identified as "derealization" based on "incongruence." With the stock market surging and all of the talking heads proclaiming that the boom times are back, the slaves taken the bait. Consumer spending is going up. The real estate "bubble" is starting to inflate again. Why, even tourism is picking up here in the islands. We'll just have another slew of new "owners" until the next bust cycle.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Outsider (Reprise)
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday commenced at 8:15am this morning. Once in town, I followed the "reenactment" routine by purchasing a cup of Seattle's Best® Colombian coffee at Safeway®. I then sat for over an hour in the catacombs of Kukui Plaza.
When I checked my mailbox at the Post Office, I discovered that I did not receive my monthly statement for the despicable "condotel" unit. I was more than a little perturbed. I performed my usual workout at the gym. Then, I rode the bus to Ala Moana Center. I purchased a banana, a chocolate chip muffin, and a Yakitori Bento at Foodland.
While riding the Route 24 bus through Waikiki, I decided to change my routine and alighted at Kahala Mall. I found an isolated concrete bench near the office buildings at the rear of the mall. I ate my Yakitori Bento in peace. I also spent about an hour at Barnes & Noble®. I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) a little later than usual. I was happy to have spent more time away from the dump.
Sadly, all I have is another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaiting me. Essentially, I have nothing to do except to piddle around with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Even with my "good years" dwindling down to nothing, I am not simply not compelled to do anything about my situation. I am not interested in worldly pursuits. As I have always stated, all I want is freedom and peace of mind.
When I checked my mailbox at the Post Office, I discovered that I did not receive my monthly statement for the despicable "condotel" unit. I was more than a little perturbed. I performed my usual workout at the gym. Then, I rode the bus to Ala Moana Center. I purchased a banana, a chocolate chip muffin, and a Yakitori Bento at Foodland.
While riding the Route 24 bus through Waikiki, I decided to change my routine and alighted at Kahala Mall. I found an isolated concrete bench near the office buildings at the rear of the mall. I ate my Yakitori Bento in peace. I also spent about an hour at Barnes & Noble®. I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) a little later than usual. I was happy to have spent more time away from the dump.
Sadly, all I have is another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaiting me. Essentially, I have nothing to do except to piddle around with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Even with my "good years" dwindling down to nothing, I am not simply not compelled to do anything about my situation. I am not interested in worldly pursuits. As I have always stated, all I want is freedom and peace of mind.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Progess?
I departed for town on the bus at 8:15am this morning with my copy of the NLT (New Living Translation) Study Bible discretely packed in a plastic bag. When I arrived at the library, I immediately donated it. In the end, I had many more difficulties with the commentaries in the NLT Study Bible about the trinity, hell, and the rapture (all of which are bogus). Then, again, the NLT is published by Tyndale House, which also publishes the despicable "Left Behind®" series of books. So far, I have only seen in circulation one of the many books that I have donated to the library. Fortunately, it had borrowed many times over. As for the rest of the day ... classic urban nomad. No further details are necessary.
Yesterday, I had to discard a new package of Louis Rich® cold cuts that I had just opened because the turkey slices were slimy. I had used a couple of slices to make my panini because I did not detect any spoilage smell. I did not experience food poisoning, but I also do not want to "push the envelope." This afternoon, I opened another new package of Louis Rich® cold cuts and the turkey slices were slimy. Again, there was no nauseous smell. I used two slices for my panini because I could not see myself discarding another expensive package of food. However, within 30 minutes, my stomach felt gaseous. I had to make an emergency run to the filthy restrooms at Kawaikui Beach Park. Montezuma's Revenge had wielded its ugly head. I am not sure if the cause was the slimy cold cuts or not. Why I must tolerate that kind of foolery is another question entirely.
Well, with the NLT Study Bible finally donated, I can only hope that the divestiture of the remainder of my useless possessions starts picking up the pace. I am on a mission, but I am not certain about its purpose. Sheesh!
Yesterday, I had to discard a new package of Louis Rich® cold cuts that I had just opened because the turkey slices were slimy. I had used a couple of slices to make my panini because I did not detect any spoilage smell. I did not experience food poisoning, but I also do not want to "push the envelope." This afternoon, I opened another new package of Louis Rich® cold cuts and the turkey slices were slimy. Again, there was no nauseous smell. I used two slices for my panini because I could not see myself discarding another expensive package of food. However, within 30 minutes, my stomach felt gaseous. I had to make an emergency run to the filthy restrooms at Kawaikui Beach Park. Montezuma's Revenge had wielded its ugly head. I am not sure if the cause was the slimy cold cuts or not. Why I must tolerate that kind of foolery is another question entirely.
Well, with the NLT Study Bible finally donated, I can only hope that the divestiture of the remainder of my useless possessions starts picking up the pace. I am on a mission, but I am not certain about its purpose. Sheesh!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Disappointing Day
After a restless and sleepless night, I was up and on my way to Ala Moana Center at 7:45am in my Nissan® Frontier truck. I had an appointment at the endodontist at 9am for a follow-up to my root canal work a few months ago. I cannot truthfully say that I enjoyed the visit. The office is run like a factory assembly line. I just hope that I never have to end up there again. Fortunately, the ordeal lasted a mere 11 minutes. I was able to get a free cup of flavored (yuck!) coffee, which was the highlight of the entire visit.
I walked to Barnes & Noble® in order to pass the time. I was surprised to see the hottie bookseller on duty. Whoa! Baby was looking mighty fine. I perused various sections of the store, but I was highly distracted by the hottie bookseller. I also perused the new Lego® Store.
At 9:30am, I meandered back to the Sears® end of the mall. Along the way, I saw moms walking from the other direction. Moms had left at 8:45am on the bus, but ended up being delayed by typical bus scheduling stupidity. Moms wanted to purchase a pair of shoes at Robins, but there were none in her size in stock. We also looked around Longs® and Sears before strolling to Shirokiya for lunch. Sadly, we discovered that the genuine Shirokiya bentos have been discontinued. Most of the other vendors in the food section offered a variety of similar bentos. Moms and chose a couple of Korean-style bentos. I am sad to report that I was very disappointed. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland before we departed the mall.
The excursion to Ala Moana was not very fruitful or enjoyable for either moms or myself. The best part of the day was when moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I then kept moms company until 1:30pm.
To add redundant filler to the "blog," I drove to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, took a long shower, shopped at Foodland, and returned to the despicable and ant-infested Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. Wheee!
I walked to Barnes & Noble® in order to pass the time. I was surprised to see the hottie bookseller on duty. Whoa! Baby was looking mighty fine. I perused various sections of the store, but I was highly distracted by the hottie bookseller. I also perused the new Lego® Store.
At 9:30am, I meandered back to the Sears® end of the mall. Along the way, I saw moms walking from the other direction. Moms had left at 8:45am on the bus, but ended up being delayed by typical bus scheduling stupidity. Moms wanted to purchase a pair of shoes at Robins, but there were none in her size in stock. We also looked around Longs® and Sears before strolling to Shirokiya for lunch. Sadly, we discovered that the genuine Shirokiya bentos have been discontinued. Most of the other vendors in the food section offered a variety of similar bentos. Moms and chose a couple of Korean-style bentos. I am sad to report that I was very disappointed. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland before we departed the mall.
The excursion to Ala Moana was not very fruitful or enjoyable for either moms or myself. The best part of the day was when moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I then kept moms company until 1:30pm.
To add redundant filler to the "blog," I drove to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, took a long shower, shopped at Foodland, and returned to the despicable and ant-infested Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. Wheee!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Dark Cosmos
What can I say about another urban nomad kind-of-a-day? Nothing, absolutely nothing. At the library, I was privy to sit about two tables away from three homeless derelicts, one of whom was talking at the top of his lungs. There were endless stories about where to get free food and free sundries, where to get the best free meals, where to shower for free, and so forth. At one point, they were complaining to each other about rude people who do not cover their mouths when they cough or sneeze. I doubt that any of them realized how bad they smelled (even with the alleged free showers). Is it not just as rude to be amongst other people and smell like dung? Stupidity has no bounds.
I commenced reading Stephen Hawking's book, "A Brief History of Time." Quite a fascinating book. I'll be returning to Hooper's book, "Dark Cosmos," shortly. The consensus in scientific circles is that the universe is expanding at a rapid rate. That is, of course, what gave birth to the idea of the "singularity" and the "Big Bang" theory. There are three possibilities for the future of the universe:
If the universe were to reverse itself and contract, would it return to the "singularity"? That does not seem likely given the alleged composition (i.e., proto-sub-subatomic particles) of the "singularity." The universe is comprised of matter that is composed of structured atoms. Those atoms contain charged particles that cannot be compressed into zero space. "Black holes," for example, are localized "singularities." A "black hole" is a possible end state for a neutron star. Since neutrons have no charge, there are no forces of attraction or repulsion. The particles can be compressed into zero space by extreme gravity.
There appears to be no theses concerning the "singularity" and the short interval known as Planck's Period. What exactly did the "singularity" contain? It had to be near infinite in mass and compressed into zero space. There could not have been any charged particles, so I make the assumption that there were proto-sub-subatomic particles. During Planck's Period (an elapsed 10-43 second), the sub-subatomic particles came into being. Fascinating, isn't it?
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. We already know the drill. I only keep the face of sanity by continually pondering the mysteries of the universe. However, I could easily breach my own sanity by the possible realization of a benign Creator. What exactly is the purpose of life amidst a hostile universe, albeit one that is structured by exacting laws?
By the way, I found a source for a PDF version of the Good Book (King James Version and Apocrypha), so I downloaded it and saved it on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. My original intention was put a version of the Good Book on my Palm® TX, but the whole conversion process was a nightmare. Obviously, I am making preparations to donate my copy of the NLT (New Living Translation) Study Bible to the library. Of course, I still have a lifetime subscription to the NLT Study Bible Online. So, why do I need a copy of the Good Book? For reference, my friends.
I commenced reading Stephen Hawking's book, "A Brief History of Time." Quite a fascinating book. I'll be returning to Hooper's book, "Dark Cosmos," shortly. The consensus in scientific circles is that the universe is expanding at a rapid rate. That is, of course, what gave birth to the idea of the "singularity" and the "Big Bang" theory. There are three possibilities for the future of the universe:
- Gravity prevails, and the universe begins contracting until it collapses on itself
- The universe expands at an even more rapid rate
- The universe gradually decreases it rate of expansion, but does not contract.
If the universe were to reverse itself and contract, would it return to the "singularity"? That does not seem likely given the alleged composition (i.e., proto-sub-subatomic particles) of the "singularity." The universe is comprised of matter that is composed of structured atoms. Those atoms contain charged particles that cannot be compressed into zero space. "Black holes," for example, are localized "singularities." A "black hole" is a possible end state for a neutron star. Since neutrons have no charge, there are no forces of attraction or repulsion. The particles can be compressed into zero space by extreme gravity.
There appears to be no theses concerning the "singularity" and the short interval known as Planck's Period. What exactly did the "singularity" contain? It had to be near infinite in mass and compressed into zero space. There could not have been any charged particles, so I make the assumption that there were proto-sub-subatomic particles. During Planck's Period (an elapsed 10-43 second), the sub-subatomic particles came into being. Fascinating, isn't it?
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. We already know the drill. I only keep the face of sanity by continually pondering the mysteries of the universe. However, I could easily breach my own sanity by the possible realization of a benign Creator. What exactly is the purpose of life amidst a hostile universe, albeit one that is structured by exacting laws?
By the way, I found a source for a PDF version of the Good Book (King James Version and Apocrypha), so I downloaded it and saved it on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. My original intention was put a version of the Good Book on my Palm® TX, but the whole conversion process was a nightmare. Obviously, I am making preparations to donate my copy of the NLT (New Living Translation) Study Bible to the library. Of course, I still have a lifetime subscription to the NLT Study Bible Online. So, why do I need a copy of the Good Book? For reference, my friends.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Fission Chumps
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... what is its purpose? Fodder for the "blog," of course. At the library, I completed the perusal of the book, "Universe: The Definitive Visual Guide." Quite a book, actually. I have commenced reading the book, "Dark Cosmos: In Search of Our Universe's Missing Mass and Energy," by Dan Hooper, which is an introduction to "dark matter" and "dark energy." Indeed, the subject matter of cosmology is quite taxing for the oversized cranium. Thus, I managed to lapse in and out of a coma several times in order to relax my puny mind.
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad stuff. Nothing to write home about, though. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed another sugar ant invasion thanks to a new batch of rotting fast food lying around in the second floor common area. I committed mass genocide with my slippers (read: slippahs) by squishing all of their tiny heads. In my squalid room, I observed at least 50 sugar ants scouting around on the floor and on my pathetic desk. Naturally, I squished each and every one of their tiny heads.
A major heatwave has ensued for several days now. Trade winds have been minimal at best. There were a few intermittent showers, but nothing to cause any cooling effect. Perhaps that is why the sugar ants are out in full force. Thus, I should also mention that I happened to observe a thick trail of sugar ants near the outside water faucet. I opened the faucet full blast. The resulting tsunami swept them all away. Oh, the horror!
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad stuff. Nothing to write home about, though. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed another sugar ant invasion thanks to a new batch of rotting fast food lying around in the second floor common area. I committed mass genocide with my slippers (read: slippahs) by squishing all of their tiny heads. In my squalid room, I observed at least 50 sugar ants scouting around on the floor and on my pathetic desk. Naturally, I squished each and every one of their tiny heads.
A major heatwave has ensued for several days now. Trade winds have been minimal at best. There were a few intermittent showers, but nothing to cause any cooling effect. Perhaps that is why the sugar ants are out in full force. Thus, I should also mention that I happened to observe a thick trail of sugar ants near the outside water faucet. I opened the faucet full blast. The resulting tsunami swept them all away. Oh, the horror!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Fusion Chimps
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... alas, what is its purpose? At the library, I commenced my research on cosmology. Reading about the origins of the universe is fascinating. However, science is basically another religion. Faith is required to believe. Take the "Big Bang" theory, for example, which states that the universe began as a "singularity." What the latter means is that the near-infinite mass of the entire universe was once compressed into a microscopic area (i.e., the "singularity"). The "Big Bang" itself transpired in only a few seconds. During the first fraction of a second, known as Planck's Period, an unknown process instantaneously inflated the "singularity," producing the sub-subatomic particles that were the building blocks of protons, electrons, and neutrons in atoms. Concurrently, four types of force fields (i.e., electromagnetic, gravity, weak bond, strong bond) came to fruition. From that point, the particles and forces merged and formed matter, the first being the two lightest elements, hydrogen and helium. There is strong evidence that the framework of the "Big Bang" is essentially correct. However, there are a lot of assumptions and conjecture to explain the "missing links." Sounds a lot like the theory of evolution, doesn't it?
I believe that science is basically on the right track. However, the school of materialism is very influential. Its believers cannot accept any supernatural or "unobservable" phenomena. Hence, they are limited to make wild guesses, or to make blanket statements based upon vague assumptions. Take the "singularity," for example. Where did it originate? Why did it suddenly decide to decompress (during Planck's Period)? And, what about the sub-subatomic particles? How did they join to make atoms? And, what of the structure of atoms? Why does an electron instantaneously appear in different, albeit set, orbits? And, why are those orbits perfect for the construction of all matter? The conundrum is quite similar to the microbiology of cells, and how even simple cells perform complex functions such as replication. The cell has no brain, but there appears to be some kind of lifeforce that animates it to do what it does.
Incidentally, about 93 percent of the volume of an atom is empty or free space. Everything that appear as solids to our eyes is actually virtually non-existent. Only the strong bond forces between atoms and molecules gives the appearance and feel to solid matter. Atoms that constitute the matter which forms our bodies may have been around as long as the universe itself. Mind-boggling, isn't it?
I personally do not have any qualms about introducing the idea of the Creator into the science equation. In fact, the supernatural is the most likely answer to fill in the blanks. I must admit, though, that I have become overwhelmed by cosmology and the origin of life. What is the grand purpose of the universe? What is the purpose of life?
After an unexciting workout at the gym, I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Once again, I was privy to witness actual "missing links" in the evolution of humans from apes and chimpanzees, all of them riding the Route 1L bus. I double-checked to see if they could actually walk erect. For that matter, what about the troglodyte-like living conditions that I am subjected to at Slob Manor? Is that not evidence of the domicile of "missing links"? Why, then, do I continue to stand by my knowledge of the Creator? Purpose is the answer.
I believe that science is basically on the right track. However, the school of materialism is very influential. Its believers cannot accept any supernatural or "unobservable" phenomena. Hence, they are limited to make wild guesses, or to make blanket statements based upon vague assumptions. Take the "singularity," for example. Where did it originate? Why did it suddenly decide to decompress (during Planck's Period)? And, what about the sub-subatomic particles? How did they join to make atoms? And, what of the structure of atoms? Why does an electron instantaneously appear in different, albeit set, orbits? And, why are those orbits perfect for the construction of all matter? The conundrum is quite similar to the microbiology of cells, and how even simple cells perform complex functions such as replication. The cell has no brain, but there appears to be some kind of lifeforce that animates it to do what it does.
Incidentally, about 93 percent of the volume of an atom is empty or free space. Everything that appear as solids to our eyes is actually virtually non-existent. Only the strong bond forces between atoms and molecules gives the appearance and feel to solid matter. Atoms that constitute the matter which forms our bodies may have been around as long as the universe itself. Mind-boggling, isn't it?
I personally do not have any qualms about introducing the idea of the Creator into the science equation. In fact, the supernatural is the most likely answer to fill in the blanks. I must admit, though, that I have become overwhelmed by cosmology and the origin of life. What is the grand purpose of the universe? What is the purpose of life?
After an unexciting workout at the gym, I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Once again, I was privy to witness actual "missing links" in the evolution of humans from apes and chimpanzees, all of them riding the Route 1L bus. I double-checked to see if they could actually walk erect. For that matter, what about the troglodyte-like living conditions that I am subjected to at Slob Manor? Is that not evidence of the domicile of "missing links"? Why, then, do I continue to stand by my knowledge of the Creator? Purpose is the answer.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Placebo Detox
My Nissan® Frontier truck and I were on our way to Hawai'i Kai this morning at 7:45am. I am not sure why I left so early. Moms had saved me a piece of pumpkin pie to eat for breakfast. Then, moms and I made the usual rounds with lunch courtesy Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1:30pm.
The rest of the day was trademarked urban nomad. Nothing out of the ordinary transpired, although I was not in a particularly good frame of mind. The disconnect seems to be exacting a bigger toll on my psyche than originally imagined. I really did not want to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). In fact, I kept thinking that I would be better off homeless. Perhaps now is the time for me to get a foot in the door of homelessness.
Moms gave me more religious literature to read. I was tempted to simply discard it. There's just nothing about moms' church that makes any sense. Its interpretations of the Good Book are skewed. In fact, I have no idea why the NLT (New Living Translation) Study Bible is still in my possession. The entire Good Book has been a failed prophesy. Or, am I missing something?
Believe me, I am no run-of-the-mill agnostic. I did not chose my path. The default option only became apparent when I completed six months of religious research. The "blog" contains capsule summaries of that research. I neglected to follow through on research about the Intertestimental Period (with the exception of the Dead Sea Scrolls). I believe that a lot more of the truth will become evident upon the completion of that task. For the time being, I am taking a break. I will be concentrating more on the spiritual mind, neuroscience, and cosmology.
Incidentally, I have not noticed any sugar ants crawling around on my Nissan® Frontier truck. Did my strategy work? The truck is still parked out on the street. I am wary of parking it in the Slob Manor driveway. The whole dump is infested with ants. Let me cite an example. If I were to sit at any of the two dining tables anywhere in Slob Manor with a plate of food, there will be several ants crawling all over the plate and the food within ten seconds. There are scout ants all over the floor and on the walls as well. That's how bad it is.
The rest of the day was trademarked urban nomad. Nothing out of the ordinary transpired, although I was not in a particularly good frame of mind. The disconnect seems to be exacting a bigger toll on my psyche than originally imagined. I really did not want to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). In fact, I kept thinking that I would be better off homeless. Perhaps now is the time for me to get a foot in the door of homelessness.
Moms gave me more religious literature to read. I was tempted to simply discard it. There's just nothing about moms' church that makes any sense. Its interpretations of the Good Book are skewed. In fact, I have no idea why the NLT (New Living Translation) Study Bible is still in my possession. The entire Good Book has been a failed prophesy. Or, am I missing something?
Believe me, I am no run-of-the-mill agnostic. I did not chose my path. The default option only became apparent when I completed six months of religious research. The "blog" contains capsule summaries of that research. I neglected to follow through on research about the Intertestimental Period (with the exception of the Dead Sea Scrolls). I believe that a lot more of the truth will become evident upon the completion of that task. For the time being, I am taking a break. I will be concentrating more on the spiritual mind, neuroscience, and cosmology.
Incidentally, I have not noticed any sugar ants crawling around on my Nissan® Frontier truck. Did my strategy work? The truck is still parked out on the street. I am wary of parking it in the Slob Manor driveway. The whole dump is infested with ants. Let me cite an example. If I were to sit at any of the two dining tables anywhere in Slob Manor with a plate of food, there will be several ants crawling all over the plate and the food within ten seconds. There are scout ants all over the floor and on the walls as well. That's how bad it is.
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