Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday:
- Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
- Was able to peruse the hottie gym trainer for a spell at the gym
- Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.
When will the zombie-like stupor end? Never, not as long as I am a slave of empire.
On the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I stopped off at Radio Shack® in Kahala Mall. I purchased a Targus® netbook sleeve (at $23 regular price, and made in China) for my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer (made in China). So, my netbook computer is almost ready to be deployed in the field.
Let me clarify that the Acer® Aspire One netbook computer is hardly a replacement for my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Ubuntu Netbook Edition (UNE) is even more cartoon-ish than the regular desktop version. Sadly, a quick glance at UNE running on a netbook would probably result in mistaking the whole thing for a toy computer. Looks can be deceiving, though. I am finding that the netbook is actually quite a powerful computer when coupled with
Linux. Pretty much everything works well. Unfortunately, I have not tested its audio and video playback capabilities yet.
Why am I purchasing new crap when none of the items are on sale? Well, I'm not Big Money Grip, that's for sure. However, I have been a victim of the many so-called "sales." Usually, by the time I actually visit the retailer in question, the stock of sale items is long gone. The small print in advertisements always states, "Limited quantities." So, I no longer bother. If I can find an item on sale and in stock, that's fine. Otherwise, who cares? I rarely purchase anything new as it is.
Typical "Way Too Deep" Hottie
The new Acer® Aspire One netbook computer has provided us with a few days of distraction from the somber reality of a corrupt empire. Sadly, what was only a couple days of materialistic nonsense for the ol' lavahead is normally a year-round experience for pretty much everyone else. Continuously buying new "stuff," especially shiny objects and techno-gadgets, simply sedates the mind into a trance-like state. Heck, I have discovered that all my destinations which allow me to freely roam are, much to my chagrin, shopping venues. Even my bus connections are made at shopping malls or neighborhood retail centers. Stopping anywhere else is considered loitering or trespassing.
These distractions are now an intrusive cognitive function that are self-induced to placate the mind from the ills of "civilization" and what has been imposed upon us by the latter institution (term used loosely). I am discovering that the rank-and-file peons, of which I am one, have been somehow forced to constantly worry and plan for the future. That such a future does not necessarily exist is not usually considered. Always looking to the future, even if that just means tomorrow, tends to trivialize the present. Oddly enough, we only live in the present. We live in the tiny microsecond interval of cognition that allows us to sense our immediate surroundings and our own self-awareness concurrently. Nothing else actually exists. The past is long gone, and the future (i.e., the next microsecond) has not arrived.
Although I have prided myself on being somewhat cognitive, I am essentially a fool. I have been living way into the future. I have been preoccupied with alternative future scenarios, which have eaten up a huge chunk of my present mortal time. One of the malignant roots of my future thinking has been the so-called "ownership society" and my benign participation in it. The biggest mistake that I have ever made was to literally buy into the "ownership society." Now it has come to enslave me. I was almost completely out a few years ago, but my faulty logic kept me inside. I fell for the ruse, just like the myriad mental midgets (many of whom are employed at the State Department of Taxation, I'm certain) around me.
Every now and then, I fool myself into believing that the
exodus is moving along. Even the mental midgets at the State Department of Taxation know that I'm trapped. That's why the morons have preyed upon me. I am an easy target. Truth be known, I am trapped like a damned rat. Perhaps, that's the real reason why I needed a tiny and portable netbook computer. My options are dwindling, and homelessness is all that's left.
Within the last few weeks, I have been keenly observant of the homeless. I can ascertain who the "smart" ones (i.e., the minority) are, as opposed to the "dumb" ones (i.e., the majority). Yes, there is a pecking order. The "smart" ones are the least likely to go insane, by the way. They move silently and travel light. They acquire only the most useful and extremely light technology. They are similar to elite combat soldiers, "special forces." Oddly, in the event of the collapse of empire, those very traits will be the key to survival.
The homeless live in the present. They don't care much about the past. It's too painful. The future is too uncertain, unless they have fooled themselves into believing that they will one day belong to the "ownership society." The "smart" ones focus entirely on the present, that is, the microsecond interval of the here and now. That lesson has been right in front of my face all along, but I was too foolish to notice. Little wonder why I am in way too deep.
