Too Far Removed

"The illusionists who shape our culture, and who profit from our incredulity, hold up the gilded cult of Us. Popular expressions of religious belief, personal empowerment, corporatism, political participation and self-definition argue that all of us are special, entitled and unique. All of us, by tapping into our inner reserves of personal will and undiscovered talent, by visualizing what we want, can achieve, and deserve to achieve, happiness, fame and success. This relentless message cuts across ideological lines. This mantra has seeped into every aspect of our lives. We are all entitled to everything. And because of this self-absorption, and deep self-delusion, we have become a country of child-like adults who speak and think in the inane gibberish of popular culture." -- Chris Hedges

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8am this morning. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina. Lunch was courtesy Yummy's Korean BBQ. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert.

Moms briefly told me about the huge international convention held at the Hawai'i Convention Center that she attended. The convention was sponsored by moms' church. About 24,000 delegates from around the world were in attendance. The program itself was only four days long. Thus, every four days, there was a turnover of attendees. Moms was there for the last four days commencing on the No-Holiday Holiday (formerly known as Thanksgiving Day). Moms had a whole box full of memorabilia given to her by numerous delegates that she had met. Of course, according to David Icke, moms' church as well as the Church of Jesus Christ and Latter Day Saints (i.e., Mormons) are both mind-controlling cults with shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials (SSREs) populating their respective governing bodies.

I kept moms company until 2:30pm. Then, it was time for moms to take an afternoon nap. I ended up at the gym in Koko Marina, only to discover that I had left my combination lock at the gym in town yesterday. While I was frantically attempting to purge the sugar ants from my gym bag, I had inadvertently misplaced my lock. Dam it! I became infuriated. The sugar ants are now beginning to cost me money. I walked to Foodland and to Price Busters, but I could not find a replacement lock at either place. When I returned to the gym, I discovered that there were locks available for sale, but the latter were the keyed variety (for $5). I decided to hold off on any purchase. I left my gym bag in an unlocked locker and performed my usual workout.

After my time at the gym, I drove to Longs in Kuapa Kai. I ended up purchasing a chintzy $5 Master Lock® Model 646 combination lock (made in China). It is a tiny little thing that was designed for luggage, but it will replace the big $8 Model 1500 lock that I lost. What a joke!

I then shopped at Safeway®. As to be expected, I was exposed to myriad rude shoppers, all of them haole. These people really think highly of themselves. They sashay around like celebrities and expect peons like myself to kiss their asses (refer to Chris Hedges' quote above). Even the cashier was rude. After opening and looking into the paper bag that contained a muffin, the bitch just threw it into the plastic shopping bag with the other stuff that I had purchased. The trollop didn't even bother to fold the top closed. I pretty much cussed out anyone who perturbed me. After a shitty Ol' Lavahead Day, I really was not in the mood to take any nonsense from anyone.

A downpour commenced just as I was in the vicinity of Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the driveway instead of two blocks away on the side street. I was not about to walk back in the pouring rain. Well, as usual, there's nothing left but another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.

Incidentally, I attempted to eat the Safeway® muffin and enjoy myself. However, the paper muffin cup was severely stuck to the muffin. In addition, several sugar ants made an appearance even before I could take the first bite. I had to eat the muffin over the open paper bag that transported it. The muffin crumbled pathetically. Some of the crumbs ended up on the crappy Slob Manor table. I picked up the crumbs one-by-one and inserted them into my mouth before any of the sugar ants could secure them. However, one crumb made my tongue burn. Apparently, I had plopped a sugar ant in my mouth.

Quite obvious as it may be, I should state that I am at the "end of my rope." I can no longer tolerate the debauched society of empire. By removing myself from the so-called "mainstream," I have made myself much more vulnerable. As a case in point, I do not subscribe to any "mainstream" news or entertainment. I no longer read "mainstream" books or view "mainstream entertainment." All of that shit poisons the mind. Once again, Chris Hedges from the article tiled, "Addicted to Nonsense," on the Truthdig site:

Celebrity worship has banished the real from public discourse. And the adulation of celebrity is pervasive. The frenzy around political messiahs, or the devotion of millions of viewers to Oprah, is all part of the yearning to see ourselves in those we worship. We seek to be like them. We seek to make them like us. If Jesus and “The Purpose Driven Life” won’t make us a celebrity, then Tony Robbins or positive psychologists or reality television will. We are waiting for our cue to walk onstage and be admired and envied, to become known and celebrated. Nothing else in life counts.

There really is no such entity as "harmless" or "mindless" entertainment (i.e., diversions) in a complex and controlled society like the Fascist empire. Everything that is transmitted or communicated has been carefully contrived to produce the desired effect of control. I have become hypersensitive to those effects because I am so far removed from them.

As I have said many times previously, everyone around me believes that he/she is the star of his/her own "reality" show. They are celebrities in their own eyes. Obviously, Chris Hedges independently concurs. I am neither an aspirant or consumer of "reality" shows in media or in imagination. Reality to me is a hot cup of coffee. That's it.

Ol' Lavahead Day 2009

Avast, mateys, this was not just another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday ... Hear ye! Hear ye! Ol' Lavahead Day is finally here. And, this is certainly not the kind of day that invokes celebratory imagery. In fact, the only sobering reality is that I will qualify for the Ross® senior citizen discount next Tuesday. I do not find such a milestone to be comforting in the least. Well, on second thought, just another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday ...

Just as I was ready to leave at 7:55am this morning, I noticed a huge trail of sugar ants on the floor of my squalid room. I quickly used my humble dustpan and brush to commit mass ant genocide. I happened to notice a few sugar ants crawling on my gym bag, but I did not think much of it.

I enjoyed a cup of ABC Store coffee in the Makai Market at Ala Moana Center. I observed all of the young hotties cavorting around. In sheer contrast, I also observed the myriad decrepit senior citizens hobbling around. An old guy sat at the next table reading a newspaper while drinking ABC Store coffee. About 30 minutes later, he offered the newspaper to me. I gladly accepted. After that kind gesture, I thought for sure that I would have a pleasant Ol' Lavahead Day. How wrong I was!

When I arrived at the gym, I caught a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine. In the locker room, I discovered that there were hundreds of sugar ants in my gym bag. When I put on my gym clothes, I quickly realized that there dozens of sugar ants all over them. I finally found the source of the problem. There was some kind of food crap stuck to the sole of one of my gym shoes. Mind you, I only wear those shoes in the gym. So, a moron dropped a whole mess of food on the floor and, like an idiot, I stepped on it. Using a paper towel, I cleaned off the shoes. That's when I saw hundreds of sugar ants crawling around inside my gym bag, all over my clean clothes and towel. I did my best to eradicate them.

When I finished my workout, I happened to chat with Frankie, the local guy who has been working as a porter. I have never really chatted with him before. He has always been friendly, though. Today was to be his last day. He is transferring to the new gym in Pearl City. I wished him well.

I rode the bus back to Ala Moana Center. Kabuki-mask-wearing satanic gargoyles were everywhere ... are they the nefarious shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials (SSREs)? As part of my plan to mildly celebrate Ol' Lavahead Day, I purchased a banana and a Double-Layer Lilikoi Cake at Foodland. The cake would be the highlight of my silent ceremony. I sat on one of the benches on the ground level overlooking the filthy parking lot near Sears®. The stench of petrol fumes was overwhelming. However, I wished myself well and began to eat the cake. Just as I took my first bite, the homeless woman sitting on the next bench asked me for money. I became quite perturbed. I told her that I only use a credit card since I carry no cash. She kept saying, "Debit card," as if to suggest that I should go and withdraw cash for her. I was just about ready to commit homicide. The ceremonial rites had been compromised, and I was ready to "blow a fuse."

I rode the Route 24 bus to Kahala Mall. I used the time to calm myself down. Surely, I would be able to salvage the day, I thought to myself. Wrong-O! I decided that I would eat dinner at Panda Express® in order to salvage any special meaning for the day. I sat at an empty table that was out of the way. Within two minutes, a noisy family sat at the adjacent table just inches away from me. Bad as that mindless action was, the clowns insisted on infringing upon what little space that I had. I exclaimed, "Fucking losers!" Then, I moved to another table. At that point, the whole day and its meaning had been lost forever. I did my best to enjoy the $7 dinner, though.

I ended up at Barnes & Noble® for the remainder of my outing. Obviously, I was in no mood for nonsense. I did not enjoy one second of the time there. I was ready to go back to the detestable dump, Slob Manor (read: rental housing). So, at 4pm, I was on my way.

Back at Slob Manor, I had an interesting chat with Alan. He told me about Orange Guard, an apparently non-toxic insecticide. He said that he had sprayed the entire kitchen counter with it the other day. There hasn't been any sugar ants crawling around on the counter since then. He also told me that the new Chinaman's young ho' is definitely in possession of keys to the house. The Chinaman was gone for almost three weeks, but he returned last night. I'll have more Slob Manor tidbits later.

In the meantime, I look forward to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. I am quite disappointed that Ol' Lavahead Day did not turn out to be the pleasant experience that I had anticipated. Of course, how could I have expected more? Well, at least I sprayed the soles of my gym shoes with toxic bug spray.

As a consolation, I received a card from my homey Rod in LA. I had also sent him a card a few days ago. We share the same date of birth, as you may recall. I was glad to hear from him.

I suppose that everything ... the research on religion and cosmology, the divestiture of worldly possessions, celibacy, the extreme mendicant life-style ... has been in preparation for this moment. Truly, I have no sense about what reality is anymore. The door to reality seemed to have slammed shut when I accepted that atoms are 93 percent open space. Thus, all matter and all lifeforms are virtually non-existent. We only exist in physical reality because of the four fundamental forces. Without the latter forces, everything would literally vanish into thin air. How can we even begin to fathom such a concept? When all is said and done, what exactly is real?

Farce

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was devoid of any shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials. However, at the library, I discovered that David Icke's book, "Tales from the Time Loop," was gone. Did it slip into another dimension? Fortunately, his other book (i.e., different title) was still there. There was only one chapter at the end dealing with satanic gargoyles ... errr, I mean shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials (SSREs). In order to subvert the invasion of the SSREs, Icke recommends that we "love" them. He probably means that we should "love bomb" the SSREs. That's right, you read correctly. I'm not sure that I can discuss his solution much further. I'll just wait until the other book returns.

On a side note, I have continued to research my problems with Ubuntu. From what I can tell, the issue with the video players freezing the entire Gnome® desktop has to do with the Xvideo (xV) framebuffers. Actually, the problem is the X server crashing. A possible solution would be to edit the X.org configuration file and change the size of the video driver's "LinearAlloc" attribute. However, my X.org configuration file is generic since the configuration is now enabled automatically. So far, I've been using the compromised fix, which is to force the "X11" option.

Well, the Saturnalia shopping season is upon us. I am not exactly in the mood to deal with large crowds of fools wherever I go. I am even less amused after the disturbing findings of my recent religious research. Does anyone even understand that December 25th is the birth of the pagan Sun God? Does anyone realize that the whole Saturnalia farce is a concoction of the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials?

Different Day, Same Ol' Shit

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 7:45am this morning. I brought the remaining Starbucks® coffee from yesterday with me. I found shaded parking at Koko Marina and was soon on my way to town on the bus. My only deviation from the usual urban nomad kind-of-a-day was a visit to the Post Office to pay the rental fee for my mailbox. The rest of the day followed the same nauseating routine. No details are necessary. When I returned to Koko Marina, I shopped at Foodland for groceries. I was able to procure a nice $3 dinner consisting of five pieces of Futomaki Sushi and five pieces of greasy fried chicken. Sadly, I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 6pm. All that I have left is another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Sheesh!

Here's an interesting quote:

And it is madness because the big decisions are not made by the U.S., by Congress, or by the Obama administration. The U.S. has, for half-a-century, been marching to the tune played by the international financial elite, and this fact did not change with the election of 2008. The financiers have put the people of this nation $57 trillion in debt, according to the latest reports, counting debt at the federal, state, business, and household levels. Interest alone on this debt is over $3 trillion of a GDP of $14 trillion. Failure of our political leadership to deal with this tragedy over the past three decades is nothing less than treason.

Was that from David Icke? No, the quote is from an article titled, "The Economic Crisis And What Must Be Done," by Richard Cook that appeared on the Information Clearinghouse site. Actually, just substitute "Illuminati" for "international financial elite" and it could very well be attributed to Icke.

Speaking of David Icke, I spent quite a bit of time reading more of his book, "Tales from the Time Loop," while I was at the library. Yes, I am now in the sections covering the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials. First, I should mention that Icke's summary of ancient history is quite fascinating. However, he uses the latter as basis for an infiltration of humanity by the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials (SSREs). Their goal? Earth domination, of course. Why? Because they can, I suppose. Without the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials, the same scenario is quite plausible. Human megalomania is quite capable of accomplishing the same nefarious deeds. And, the moneychangers and powers-that-be are definitely up to the task. Icke mentions that "inbreeding" amongst the elite pedigree is required to sustain the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials. However, even without the influence of space aliens, the elite pedigree would do everything to prevent "dilution" of the gene pool. In addition, "inbreeding" can be used to consolidate power and family fortunes.

When I really think about it, the takeover of humans by the evil shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials is parallel to the religious conceptualization of demon possession. Instead of spirit creatures gone bad, there are evil reptilian beings (i.e., SSREs) from another galaxy. Does any of it make sense? I really don't know.

Incidentally, the "condotel" unit was $650 below break even last month. The shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials are robbing me blind. Why can't they shape-shift themselves into turds, so I can flush them down the commode already?

No-Holiday Holiday 2009

As I briefly mentioned yesterday, I will no longer recognize the holiday that marks the fourth Thursday of November, commonly known as "Thanksgiving Day" or "Turkey Day." My non-recognition of the holiday has some roots in the debased myth that is its source. There have been quite a few articles appearing in various media which lately discussed the issue at length. I need not venture into that realm. Just know that the origin of the holiday disgusts the ol' lavahead.

Although I have deep feelings of gratitude, just whom exactly do I direct such feelings? To God (of Judaism, Christianity, Paulinity, and Islam)? I don't think so. To the real Creator? I am not certain whether the real Creator even hears us. There appears to be no way to channel the real Creator.

I was on my way to Kahala Mall in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8:15am this morning. Shaded parking was not a problem. I meandered around the near-vacant mall for a few minutes. Only Starbucks® and Whole Foods® were open. Sadly, I was almost run over by a moron in a shitty domestic 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile) with illegal tinted windows. I should have "tuned his ass."

I rode the Route 24 bus to Ala Moana Center. The place was nearly deserted as well. I purchased a small cup of coffee at the ABC Store. Then, I sat down on one of the wooden benches to enjoy my coffee. I also brought the remaining Safeway® muffin that I purchased yesterday. A fine breakfast indeed.

I then rode the bus to town, performed my usual workout at the gym, and rode the bus back to Ala Moana Center. There were only sparse packs of people no matter where I was. What a truly enjoyable day! No dickheads. No asswipes (except for the turd that almost ran me over in Kahala Mall).

I ended up at Foodland while I waited for the Route 24 bus back to Kahala Mall. I purchased a banana and a slice of apple pie. I used my "Meal Deal" card to procure a Chicken Caesar Salad at no cost.

Upon arrival at Kahala Mall, I dropped my gym bag off in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Then, I found a table inside the mall and ate my dinner and dessert. Yes, I was actually able to eat a real table like a real human being for once. The meal was excellent. After dinner, I purchased another cup of coffee at Starbucks®. I sat around for an hour before returning to the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I did not finish the cup of coffee, so I brought it back with me. I put it in the fridge and will drink it tomorrow morning.

The only true benefit of a holiday that I do not recognize is the freedom from mobs of fools. I would not mind being part of society, but its inhabitants are truly grotesque satanic gargoyles. They feel the need to "spread their wings,"even if such actions infringe upon the rights and personal space of others. I can deal with people who are polite and considerate, but they are few and far between. The Fascists who rule the empire have promoted such behavior in order to fool the masses into believing that they have freedom. All the while, the fools are being robbed blind and pushed further into various forms of slavery. Frankly, there's just too much stupidity to combat with reason.

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has come to pass. No holiday for the urban nomad. Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits him. Could we expect anything more? Certainly not. Thank goodness I was able to download the latest House Music Mix from the Deep House Cat site. I have already loaded it into my Palm® TX. What better way to end a non-existent holiday?

Random Vectors Redux

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8:15am this morning. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina. Lunch was courtesy Zippy's. While I'm at it, I should mention that I have absolutely no loyalty to Zippy's. Frankly, I think that the lard-filled food is overpriced, and the Zippy's staff is extremely rude. Sadly, most comatose locals keeps going back to the dump. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 2pm.

I performed my usual workout at the gym. I didn't realize that I spent almost all of my time there with a long piece of a toilet seat cover/shield hanging behind me from my gym shorts. I must have looked like a true moron. In the end, who really cares?

Later, I stopped off at Foodland. The dump was packed with idiots who were rushing around to purchase whatever they needed for the holiday tomorrow. I bought a banana and detestable Spam® Musubi. I was still full from the lard-filled lunch, so I wanted something light for dinner. Obviously, I settled for more junk food. Why? Well, that's all there is in the supermarkets these days. Real food is hard to come by, and it's damned expensive.

The rain commenced when I exited the gym. By the time I departed Koko Marina, a downpour had ensued. So, I decided to stop off at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai to purchase a couple of muffins. The place was even more packed with clowns who were shopping for the holiday tomorrow. Sheer stupidity was the order of the day, given the rain and the nature of last-minute shopping. I could not get out of there quick enough. Safeway®, by the way, is the preferred venue of the haoles. Although I am not exactly an ethnic minority in Hawai'i, the latter is not the case when I walk into Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I am treated like a third class citizen by the patrons and the staff.

I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) and parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the driveway. I had no choice since the rain was coming down hard. A two-block walk would have drenched me. And, my bout with the common cold would most likely be prolonged for another week as a result. As for the evening, can you say, "Same ol' shit"?

In a surprise move, I saved the Advance Time Technologies wind-up clock (made in China) from divestiture. I had prepared it last night for its final journey to the Goodwill drop box. However, I had a change of heart. In fact, I have issued a moratorium on further divestitures except for unneeded or overstocked consumables.

I am making no preparations for the holiday tomorrow. I have not been invited anywhere, which is good. In fact, I no longer even recognize the holiday. I will simply be going through the motions of another urban nomad kind-of-a-day.

Tidbits & Inconsistencies

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... the common cold still hangin on ... same old routine. No details are necessary. Last night, I uninstalled Mono from my Ubuntu installation. I have no answer for why I did so. Frankly, I wish that I could remove more of the bloated crap that is included in the base installation. Sadly, there are a lot of dependencies which cannot be removed without causing major problems. I really anticipate the day when I can switch to Haiku.

Incidentally, I am finally at the point in David Icke's book, "Tales from the Time Loop," where he begins to detail the ancient history in which the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials come into play. So far, I am noting a few inconsistencies. In citing translated ancient Sumerian and Egyptian stone tablets, Icke stated that the extraterrestrials arrived in either a cigar-shaped or a saucer-shaped spacecraft. If that is the case, then I am confused about Icke's own thesis that the reptilians are shape-shifters from another dimension. I am assuming that shape-shifting from one dimension to another precludes any need for conventional means of transport. Heck, what do I know?

From what I have been hearing, the stock market will continue to rally through all of next year. I suppose that's part of the plan. What we are seeing, as discussed partly in the "blog" of yesterday, is an attempt by the empire's Fascist government and central bank to replicate Al Greenspan's legacy. Of course, Ben Bernanke is trying to outdo Greenspan with the endless ZIRP (zero interest rate policy). The stock market surge will reinflate everyone's 401(k) accounts back to the status quo if it reaches about Dow 17,500 or so. The latter will inspire "consumer confidence." The "Cash for Clunkers" and $8,000 first-time homeowners tax credit are the kindling to ignite the mortgage and credit wildfires again. Just like a bad sitcom that keeps coming back, the serial "bubble" economy will be repeating itself. If the fools manage to kick-start the serial "bubbles," then I am ready to take advantage of situation to divest myself of everything and subsequently "get out of Babylon." I would advise everyone to do the same. The next bust cycle will be a "doozy."

I am now completing my fourth day of battling the common cold. My arsenal, the CVS® cold and flu elixir, has been effective in alleviating the symptoms. Why am I suffering six-month relapses of the same crappy common cold? Why does it take a week or two weeks for me to recover?

Synthetic Recovery

As groggy as I was at 8am this morning, I still made my way to Kahala Mall in my Nissan® Frontier truck. The traffic along Kalani'ana'ole Highway was heavy as it usually is all day and night. Naturally, everyone is in a hurry. There's a lot of shitty driving on that stretch of road.

I spent about four hours at the mall, with the first hour or so in the Barnes & Noble® Café. Of course, I only devoted my time to perusing Linux magazines. I walked around the mall for a while, but I was overcome by anxiety for no apparent reason. I suspect that four hours is just way too much time exposure to rampant consumerism for my puny brain to handle.

Moms finally arrived at 12:30pm after another appointment with her physician. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Then, moms shopped at Longs®. I showed moms the cheap $1.50 Sentry digital clock (made in China) that I planned to purchase. Moms liked the clock. However, we both settled for the $3.50 model, which is slightly larger. So, now moms and I each have the same cheap clock.

On the way back to Hawai'i Kai, our last stop was Foodland in Koko Marina. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. The time was 2:45pm when I finally departed.

I only performed my cardio workout at the gym. The thermostat of the air conditioning system is set even higher than the other day. I was barely exerting myself, yet I was sweating profusely. There were very few people in the gym at the time. I can imagine how hot and stuffy the place would be if a large number of members were working out. The rest of the day was typical urban nomad. No details are necessary. I am still fighting off the common cold. My only weapon is the CVS® cold and flu elixir.

On a side note, I gleaned some interesting economics information and opinion from the Al Martin Raw site. As you may recall, one of my favorite Al Martin stories is "The Homeland Insecurity Field Trip for Seniors" (a real classic still available on Internet Archive Wayback Machine).

Well, another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening, albeit with CVS® cold and flu elixir in hand, is upon us. It only seems like yesterday that I was engaged in another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Kind of reminds me of economic boom and bust cycles of empire. Sheesh!

Illin' ... Not Again?

I spent most of the night in discomfort, even after dosing myself with the CVS® cold and flu elixir. At 11pm, I sneezed twice and within seconds my sinuses were completely congested. My head felt bloated, even more so than the normal oversized cranium. The common cold had struck again! My throat was itching all night, and my nasal passages were blocked. I was quite fatigued this morning. Of course that was a good reason to end up sipping coffee in the Makai Market at Ala Moana Center.

Yes, another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday was marred by the common cold. Fortunately, I was able to catch a ten-second glimpse of hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking hot. I am not even sure how I endured my workout at the gym, given the annoying symptoms of the common cold. I was quite hungry, though. I acquired a banana and a muffin at Foodland in Ala Moana. Then, I purchased two bean burritos with green sauce, no red sauce, at Taco Bell® in Kahala Mall.

For some reason, my sinuses went haywire after I walked into Barnes & Noble®. My nose would not stop running. It was already bad enough that people were looking upon me as though I was a homeless guy. I was also becoming groggier by the minute. I finally departed for Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4pm. Hard as it may be to believe, I was still hungry. So, I made panini for dinner. Naturally, the common cold symptoms continued unabated throughout the urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.

I searched through the "blog" and discovered that I have had a bad bout of the common cold every six months since moving to Slob Manor. Prior to my tenure at Slob Manor, I rarely was illin'. What does that tell you?

Godot's Elixir

“It is not taught in Israeli schools, but most of the early Zionist leaders, including David Ben Gurion [Israel's first prime minister], believed that the Palestinians were the descendants of the area’s original Jews. They believed the Jews had later converted to Islam.” -- Shlomo Sand

I neglected to mention that I have not slept well for several days. My throat begins itching somewhere around 3am every morning. Very annoying. I suspect that the recent intermittent rain has caused the confused foliage to pollinate, and the recurring gale force winds end up blowing the pollen everywhere. This morning, I had the makings of a mild sore throat. I wasn't feeling all that well either. I knew that the situation would worsen later ... just another urban nomad kind-of-a-day.

When I arrived at Ala Moana Center at 8am this morning, I immediately headed straight to Longs®. I purchased a $5 bottle of CVS® cold and flu elixir. Hopefully, that will prevent another dreaded bout with the common cold. Sadly, even the ABC Store coffee tasted bland to me.

At the library, I continued to peruse David Icke's book, "Tales from the Time Loop." When I reached the chapter about Israel, I did a "double take." I slowed down my reading. Much to my amazement, the entire chapter could have easily been a summary of Shlomo Sand's current book, "The Invention of the Jewish People." What both Icke and Sand have asserted is that most of the so-called "Jews" today are descendants of the (Southern Russia) Khazars. They are European in origin and are often called the Ashkanazi. Sand goes even further to postulate that the Palestinians are most likely the true descendants of the early Israelites. Remember that the Israelites were Semites as are the Palestinians. The Ashkanazi are not Semitic. What am I bringing this up? Well, apparently, David Icke is not simply some run-of-the-mill conspiracy crackpot. Most of his material is well researched and documented. Unfortunately, I think that Icke is going to lose me when I reach the part about the shape-shifting reptilian extraterrestrials.

At about 1pm, Ralph (a dean at HCC) happened to stroll through the library. We ended up chatting for about 30 minutes. He mentioned that Professor Lisa is planning to enter dental school. Somehow I just cannot imagine Professor Lisa drilling people's teeth. Although, I will mention that Professor Lisa is much easier on the eyes than any dentist that I know of. Ralph also mentioned that there may be a low-level physics teaching position opening up. I asked him to keep me in mind. Perhaps, in view of my current financial crisis, I need to reconsider encumbering myself to wage slavery for a few more years.

The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. Nothing out of the ordinary transpired. I only looked forward to my return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) in order to dose myself with the CVS® cold and flu elixir. So far, my throat is still itching. I'm due for the next dose of the elixir as another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening comes to a close. Can it get any better than that?