Last night, as I waited at the bus stop near the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I could see the crescent of the moon in the sky. The moon intrigues me. I have been riding the last Route 24 bus to Aina Haina in the evenings. I am usually the only passenger in the long articulated bus. I sit way in the back by the rearmost exit. For some reason, I find that I really enjoy the short five-minute ride.
My life is now likened to a lamp-baked chicken, metaphorically speaking. It is slow-cooked under low heat to produce a tender and juicy result. And, only a moderate amount of seasoning is required to enhance the taste. Yeah, lamp-baked life.
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I always sit in my favorite chair while I wait for moms to complete whatever chores need to be done. That's the same favorite chair from many moons ago as featured in the old journal.
This afternoon, I waited over 50 minutes for two non-existent buses that were apparently ahead of schedule. I finally boarded a bus at 6:35pm, when the sun had already set. Yes, I spent the evening in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Later, I shopped for a couple of grocery items before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Lamp-baked life. Same ol' shit.
Well, the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer is certain to be mummified in a few days, if not hours. All of the "pundits" have already read the last rites for the device. The manufacturer is still claiming that it has no intention of discontinuing the product, although the selling price has been dropped by $200 or more. Amazon® has announced its new Kindle Fire, which allegedly has the exact same hardware as the PlayBook®. And, its $100 cheaper. So, I'm awaiting the sad news that my tablet computer will be nothing more than a doorstop. Anytime now. Lamp-baked life.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Lamp-Baked Life I
I have slightly modified my itinerary in the morning on the way to the library. I now alight the bus on Alapai Street and walk through the Frank Fasi Civic Center. The grounds are incredible, almost like a large park. Hardly anyone is walking through the area at 9:30am. All of the wage slaves are locked in the various concrete mausoleums scattered about the grounds. There are many large trees, too, which is simply a breathtaking sight. Sometimes, I am even moved to tears.
At the library, I completed reading the previously mentioned book, "Future Babble," by Gardner. I also completed, "The Crash Course: The Unsustainable Future Of Our Economy, Energy, And Environment," by Chris Martenson. More fodder for your "reality shopping" reading pleasure.
I have been frequenting the library now for over four years on a regular basis. I still station myself in the inner courtyard. I can only call it a sanctuary. I am able to view the sky and peruse the plants and trees in the garden. The air is fresh. And, I am protected from bad weather. Although, I must admit, sitting in the courtyard during a downpour is quite mystifying. I continue to read books to expand my knowledge (or keep from going senile) and also lapse in and out of a coma.
As much as I despise the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I am spending more and more time there. The café in the bookstore has been crowded every night. So, I end up sitting on one of the wooden armchairs situated around the store. The tablet computer is perfect for that, since I do not need a flat surface to use it comfortably. Sadly, I'm discovering that more and more people are seemingly looking for a sanctuary to escape to. Hence, the crowds. What, have they grown tired of the tube?
I have also observed that the number of people shopping at Foodland Farms in Aina Haina after 8pm has significantly increased over the past few weeks since I commenced my nightly grocery shopping experiment. There is now some stiff competition for the "reduced price" commodities that I specifically purchase. A few minutes late, and I'm left empty-handed. Sheesh!
Last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I chatted with Kyle about his on-going problems with Joker. I'll spare the details because it's the same ol' shit. During the course of the discussion, I became aware that Joker has some kind of faggot's grudge against the ol' lavahead. I proposed that we schedule a meeting with Joker to air the problems once and for all, with the option of letting the landlord sit in. The objective, of course, is to find some kind of resolution. Later, I had second thoughts. What would such a meeting accomplish? Joker is emotionally bound to his "hissy fits," so absolutely nothing will reconcile the problem. Kyle and I would only end up making more concessions to the gay blade. Why bother?
At the library, I completed reading the previously mentioned book, "Future Babble," by Gardner. I also completed, "The Crash Course: The Unsustainable Future Of Our Economy, Energy, And Environment," by Chris Martenson. More fodder for your "reality shopping" reading pleasure.
I have been frequenting the library now for over four years on a regular basis. I still station myself in the inner courtyard. I can only call it a sanctuary. I am able to view the sky and peruse the plants and trees in the garden. The air is fresh. And, I am protected from bad weather. Although, I must admit, sitting in the courtyard during a downpour is quite mystifying. I continue to read books to expand my knowledge (or keep from going senile) and also lapse in and out of a coma.
As much as I despise the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I am spending more and more time there. The café in the bookstore has been crowded every night. So, I end up sitting on one of the wooden armchairs situated around the store. The tablet computer is perfect for that, since I do not need a flat surface to use it comfortably. Sadly, I'm discovering that more and more people are seemingly looking for a sanctuary to escape to. Hence, the crowds. What, have they grown tired of the tube?
I have also observed that the number of people shopping at Foodland Farms in Aina Haina after 8pm has significantly increased over the past few weeks since I commenced my nightly grocery shopping experiment. There is now some stiff competition for the "reduced price" commodities that I specifically purchase. A few minutes late, and I'm left empty-handed. Sheesh!
Last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I chatted with Kyle about his on-going problems with Joker. I'll spare the details because it's the same ol' shit. During the course of the discussion, I became aware that Joker has some kind of faggot's grudge against the ol' lavahead. I proposed that we schedule a meeting with Joker to air the problems once and for all, with the option of letting the landlord sit in. The objective, of course, is to find some kind of resolution. Later, I had second thoughts. What would such a meeting accomplish? Joker is emotionally bound to his "hissy fits," so absolutely nothing will reconcile the problem. Kyle and I would only end up making more concessions to the gay blade. Why bother?
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Slurry Bacchanal of Nonsense
I received e-mail from Duke in Long Beach (i.e., Cali). Since my response time for e-mail can exceed several weeks, if not months, I will discuss the main issue here in the "blog." He wrote:
The netbook actually fixed itself after the last problem appeared a few days ago. I failed to elaborate that I had run through the usual software updates. A large number of new files installed were for Qt, which is what the whole Plasma system is based upon (not Javascript as I foolishly stated). After switching to the regular desktop, I have not seen the problem recur.
Portability has been my main criterion. I wanted to replace the netbook with the tablet computer. Unfortunately, the main problem is the lack of a good spreadsheet "app." That's it. The tablet computer outperforms the netbook for Web browsing, by the way. Unfortunately, the "pundits" do not seem to like that particular tablet computer. So, it may end up mummified by the manufacturer. As far as I'm concerned, though, it is the best tablet computer on the market. But, I digress. The battery life for both the netbook and the tablet computer exceed 8 or 9 hours, far better than most notebook computers.
Duke also suggested that I should "fiddle while Rome burns." I like that idea. He seems to believe, as many people erroneously do, that I am suffering from "depression." I don't think that many people really understand what "depression" is. Nor, do they understand the related ailment "dysthymia."
"Depression" is part of a larger business model to sell psychological or psychiatric services and prescribed medication. Nothing more, nothing less. It exists because the American Psychiatric Association compiled a publication called the DSM, which list all of the alleged disorders. Upon perusing the DSM, the question of accurate diagnosis becomes very apparent. Yes, diagnosis is often subjective, which leaves room for a large margin of error. It also opens the door to large profits.
Real depression is a part of life in empire. It is a recurring symptom of the failed "civilization" paradigm. It is a manifestation of the regression of the "inner animal." And, it is part of the fabric of human frailty. When depression becomes chronic, it is not a symptom of a "sick" individual. Rather, it is a reflection of a sick society.
The day? Same ol' shit. The day took a turn for the worst when I boarded the bus this afternoon to make the trek back to the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I inadvertently sat on a seat that was saturated with vomit. My boardshorts and underwear were soaked. I moved to the next seat, but the damage was done. Could the four obese Micronesian babes (term used real loosely) with one fat kid, cackling away, be the culprits? Apparently, the rancid odor had insulated itself until I sat on the puddle of liquid vomit. The bus was extremely crowded, more than usual. Traffic was backed up, more than usual. A long ride, indeed. Obviously, I had to devote precious time to perform emergency laundry chores and clean myself up. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Instead, I'll just offer that you should fucking get a new computer. The laptop I'm writing on now (with a 17" screen, no less - all the more useful for hurdy-gurdy enjoyment [not that I'd know]) is i5 core, and plenty powerful, and cost me all of $650. And that was almost a year ago. Your frugality in this regard is ridiculous. You are obviously (and I really mean that - obviously) getting some "better" psychological mileage out of the hours/days/months of struggling with making an antiquated computer try to handle extremely simple modern tasks. Instead of the few hundred dollars that would solve the problem almost completely . . . for the next few years.My computer problems are actually not centered on "antiquated" equipment. Nothing is over a year old. I had to replace the original Microsoft® operating system on the netbook with Kubuntu, mainly because of the bad experience that I had with its predecessor on my old notebook computer (which had a 17-inch screen). In addition, the original operating system ran like "molasses in Winter." I have optimized Kubuntu to the point that it runs almost as fast as a regular notebook computer, no easy feat. The netbook can perform all tasks except play 720p and higher resolution video. Actually, it can play some 720p videos with lower frame rates.
The netbook actually fixed itself after the last problem appeared a few days ago. I failed to elaborate that I had run through the usual software updates. A large number of new files installed were for Qt, which is what the whole Plasma system is based upon (not Javascript as I foolishly stated). After switching to the regular desktop, I have not seen the problem recur.
Portability has been my main criterion. I wanted to replace the netbook with the tablet computer. Unfortunately, the main problem is the lack of a good spreadsheet "app." That's it. The tablet computer outperforms the netbook for Web browsing, by the way. Unfortunately, the "pundits" do not seem to like that particular tablet computer. So, it may end up mummified by the manufacturer. As far as I'm concerned, though, it is the best tablet computer on the market. But, I digress. The battery life for both the netbook and the tablet computer exceed 8 or 9 hours, far better than most notebook computers.
Duke also suggested that I should "fiddle while Rome burns." I like that idea. He seems to believe, as many people erroneously do, that I am suffering from "depression." I don't think that many people really understand what "depression" is. Nor, do they understand the related ailment "dysthymia."
"Depression" is part of a larger business model to sell psychological or psychiatric services and prescribed medication. Nothing more, nothing less. It exists because the American Psychiatric Association compiled a publication called the DSM, which list all of the alleged disorders. Upon perusing the DSM, the question of accurate diagnosis becomes very apparent. Yes, diagnosis is often subjective, which leaves room for a large margin of error. It also opens the door to large profits.
Real depression is a part of life in empire. It is a recurring symptom of the failed "civilization" paradigm. It is a manifestation of the regression of the "inner animal." And, it is part of the fabric of human frailty. When depression becomes chronic, it is not a symptom of a "sick" individual. Rather, it is a reflection of a sick society.
The day? Same ol' shit. The day took a turn for the worst when I boarded the bus this afternoon to make the trek back to the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I inadvertently sat on a seat that was saturated with vomit. My boardshorts and underwear were soaked. I moved to the next seat, but the damage was done. Could the four obese Micronesian babes (term used real loosely) with one fat kid, cackling away, be the culprits? Apparently, the rancid odor had insulated itself until I sat on the puddle of liquid vomit. The bus was extremely crowded, more than usual. Traffic was backed up, more than usual. A long ride, indeed. Obviously, I had to devote precious time to perform emergency laundry chores and clean myself up. The evening? Same ol' shit.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Wo Fat Foolery
Have you been viewing the newly resurrected series, "Hawai'i Five-O"? It's pretty horrendous, isn't it? Worst of all, the new series is primarily aimed at mainland consumption. If various scenes of the islands were not included, I would have had a difficult time believing that it was actually produced here. To add insult to injury, why wasn't the ol' lavahead cast as the evil "Wo Fat" character? The face of stone would have been perfect for the part. Sheesh!
Original Wo Fat
Imagine if the ol' lavahead played "Wo Fat." He would be a celebrity, albeit small time, in the islands. He'd have babes chasing after him. Heck, even the hottie gym trainer might come around. Instead, the old fool is simply an obscure nobody, growing even more obscure by the minute.
That brings me to the topic of the empire's economy. The empire has two separate economies, and I'm not referring to the "shadow" economy. No, both economies are quite out in the open. First, there's the economy of the aristocracy. That's the one we keep hearing about in the so-called "mainstream" media. It's booming, of course, thanks to the "recovery." Second, there's the economy for the rest of us, the one going through Great Depression Redux. Not surprising, there's little coverage about that.
As I've stated previously, the good times, just like Jesus, are not coming back. We can never have a full-scale "recovery" because there's just no way to create new jobs after "globalization" exported most of the decent jobs outside the borders of empire. Just take a look around you to see how bad the situation really is.
Here in Hawa'i, the financial storm was allegedly not as bad as in other parts of empire. Or, so we were told. Yet, the number of homeless people multiply daily. There have been endless mortgage defaults. Tourism is only staying afloat because of severe discounting based on vapid hope. Yes, there's hope, and then there's fantasy. There have also been a large number of public school closures. New office and retail construction continues at a brisk pace, but there are conspicuous vacancies everywhere. Interpretation: mass clinical insanity.
The day? Same ol' shit. The evening? Same ol' shit. I'm pretty much out an about every evening because I must shop for groceries incrementally. Since I am riding the bus, I have limited my payload. Often, I must allocate days to hot items and cold items, given that I must often wait for a bus that is up to 15 minutes late. And, I cannot mix perishables with, say, a freshly lamp-baked chicken. Why am I making the situation more difficult for myself? Not my fault. I am an impoverished peon.
That brings me to the topic of the empire's economy. The empire has two separate economies, and I'm not referring to the "shadow" economy. No, both economies are quite out in the open. First, there's the economy of the aristocracy. That's the one we keep hearing about in the so-called "mainstream" media. It's booming, of course, thanks to the "recovery." Second, there's the economy for the rest of us, the one going through Great Depression Redux. Not surprising, there's little coverage about that.
As I've stated previously, the good times, just like Jesus, are not coming back. We can never have a full-scale "recovery" because there's just no way to create new jobs after "globalization" exported most of the decent jobs outside the borders of empire. Just take a look around you to see how bad the situation really is.
Here in Hawa'i, the financial storm was allegedly not as bad as in other parts of empire. Or, so we were told. Yet, the number of homeless people multiply daily. There have been endless mortgage defaults. Tourism is only staying afloat because of severe discounting based on vapid hope. Yes, there's hope, and then there's fantasy. There have also been a large number of public school closures. New office and retail construction continues at a brisk pace, but there are conspicuous vacancies everywhere. Interpretation: mass clinical insanity.
The day? Same ol' shit. The evening? Same ol' shit. I'm pretty much out an about every evening because I must shop for groceries incrementally. Since I am riding the bus, I have limited my payload. Often, I must allocate days to hot items and cold items, given that I must often wait for a bus that is up to 15 minutes late. And, I cannot mix perishables with, say, a freshly lamp-baked chicken. Why am I making the situation more difficult for myself? Not my fault. I am an impoverished peon.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Post No. 1,975
"You have an accurate and professional mind." -- Panda Express® fortune cookieUsual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening as a precursor to grocery shopping on the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
A kind of zero readership still exists (or not) for the ill-fated "blog." Actually, the "blog" is very much like the soon-to-be mummified BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. There are now hundreds of reports, "official" or otherwise, verifying that the tablet computer's last day is coming next month. The rumor is so strong now that the manufacturer will have no choice but to make the predictions come true. The tablet computer has already been classified as a failed product. Nothing can save it now. Not much can save the "blog" either.
Well, I have resurrected my netbook by simply switching the KDE interface to the regular desktop mode. Frankly, I am ready to divest myself of computers. Were it not for my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL), I would have mummified the situation a long time ago. Really? No, not really.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Human Entropy
No outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala last night. Just wasn't in the mood. I was bored out of my wits, though. So, I rode the bus to Aina Haina and picked up a nice fattening slice of cake for $1 (reduced price) at Foodland Farms.
Well, same ol' Sunday shit. No surprise there. The highlight of the day, of course, was an extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. Too bad baby doesn't want to come around. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to avoid the myriad meatheads, dickheads, losers, morons, mental midgets, derelicts, and "Me First" imbeciles during the course of any day. The situation is getting worse. Stupidity and incivility is at a fever pitch. We're past the point of no return. And, as the world population approaches the 8 billion mark, the powderkeg that is the failed "civilization" paradigm will explode. Yeah, welcome to the secular Apocalypse.
I have read a number of interesting articles over the years by well-meaning folks. They tend to believe that, in desperate times, people will come together in community. There will be lots of sharing and caring. The "system" will collapse, but humanity will live on under a new paradigm. What a crock of shit! These well-meaning folks will be the prime targets of the aggressive pack of scavengers who will roam the land. While the pacifists debate whether to negotiate, the scavengers will pick them off one by one. We already live in that kind of society now, and the situation is far from dire. Never underestimate the "inner animal."
I don't worry too much about the fate of humanity anymore. I have too little time left. The secular Apocalypse is inevitable. Let's just call it "human entropy." In about 150 years, humans will live an early Iron Age life-style which will continue until the sun eventually goes red star. There will never be a return to the frantic mess we see today. We have nearly depleted all of our resources. And, no, technology will not come to the rescue. We are rapidly approaching the limits of technology. We've exploited the laws of physics right up to the quantum boundaries of the universe.
Sadly, there will be several overshoots during the denouement of humanity, occurring in population, species extinction, and so forth. All overshoots will result in a lot of pain and suffering. Natural attrition will be the rule of order. Human entropy.
Well, I ended up at the den of consumerism in Kahala. No beverages. I left the netbook running in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). It is downloading a few more choice video clips for my valuable collection. The netbook is definitely suffering from some kind of problem with the Kubuntu operating system (OS). I can't say that I'm thrilled. Obviously, I will have install a different OS. More entropy at play, I suppose.
Well, same ol' Sunday shit. No surprise there. The highlight of the day, of course, was an extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. Too bad baby doesn't want to come around. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to avoid the myriad meatheads, dickheads, losers, morons, mental midgets, derelicts, and "Me First" imbeciles during the course of any day. The situation is getting worse. Stupidity and incivility is at a fever pitch. We're past the point of no return. And, as the world population approaches the 8 billion mark, the powderkeg that is the failed "civilization" paradigm will explode. Yeah, welcome to the secular Apocalypse.
I have read a number of interesting articles over the years by well-meaning folks. They tend to believe that, in desperate times, people will come together in community. There will be lots of sharing and caring. The "system" will collapse, but humanity will live on under a new paradigm. What a crock of shit! These well-meaning folks will be the prime targets of the aggressive pack of scavengers who will roam the land. While the pacifists debate whether to negotiate, the scavengers will pick them off one by one. We already live in that kind of society now, and the situation is far from dire. Never underestimate the "inner animal."
I don't worry too much about the fate of humanity anymore. I have too little time left. The secular Apocalypse is inevitable. Let's just call it "human entropy." In about 150 years, humans will live an early Iron Age life-style which will continue until the sun eventually goes red star. There will never be a return to the frantic mess we see today. We have nearly depleted all of our resources. And, no, technology will not come to the rescue. We are rapidly approaching the limits of technology. We've exploited the laws of physics right up to the quantum boundaries of the universe.
Sadly, there will be several overshoots during the denouement of humanity, occurring in population, species extinction, and so forth. All overshoots will result in a lot of pain and suffering. Natural attrition will be the rule of order. Human entropy.
Well, I ended up at the den of consumerism in Kahala. No beverages. I left the netbook running in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). It is downloading a few more choice video clips for my valuable collection. The netbook is definitely suffering from some kind of problem with the Kubuntu operating system (OS). I can't say that I'm thrilled. Obviously, I will have install a different OS. More entropy at play, I suppose.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
General Dullness XII
Same ol' shit. I'm not complaining, mind you. I had an interesting chat with a 68-year-old homeless babe (term used loosely) at the bus stop adjacent to Chinatown Gateway Plaza. The metal homeless-proof benches are about 50 feet away from the bus stop and usually populated by derelicts. Since I am not concerned about who is sitting there, I will usually sit down if there is a spot open. My chat with the homeless person was actually quite interesting. She was intelligent but semi-lucid. In other words, she had lost her mind some time ago. In a previous life, she was a teacher. Now, she lives on the streets near the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. She told me of her stint in jail, her legal case against the local police for brutality, the large amount of money that she made panhandling earlier in the day, amongst other colorful stories. I was also given a few homeless tips.
Odd, isn't it? Derelicts of all kinds are chatting with the ol' lavahead. Does he really Look like a homeless guy or a fellow derelict? I can only assume so. Of course, that may work to my advantage when the empire falls into deep social decline.
My netbook is once again giving me grief. The entire KDE desktop turns different colors based loosely upon what is displayed in the Web browser. My guess is that the KDE Plasma desktop is written in Javascript. Some renegade code is obviously causing the problem.
The BlackBerry® PlayBook® is now the laughingstock of the tablet computer world. Prices are dropping rapidly. Some sources are saying that the tablet will soon be mummified and sold for $99. The target date for its demise is circa October 20th, coincidentally when the revamped operating system is to be released. I'm guessing that the "October Surprise" is the most probable outcome. Again, I picked a loser. Sheesh!
Odd, isn't it? Derelicts of all kinds are chatting with the ol' lavahead. Does he really Look like a homeless guy or a fellow derelict? I can only assume so. Of course, that may work to my advantage when the empire falls into deep social decline.
My netbook is once again giving me grief. The entire KDE desktop turns different colors based loosely upon what is displayed in the Web browser. My guess is that the KDE Plasma desktop is written in Javascript. Some renegade code is obviously causing the problem.
The BlackBerry® PlayBook® is now the laughingstock of the tablet computer world. Prices are dropping rapidly. Some sources are saying that the tablet will soon be mummified and sold for $99. The target date for its demise is circa October 20th, coincidentally when the revamped operating system is to be released. I'm guessing that the "October Surprise" is the most probable outcome. Again, I picked a loser. Sheesh!
Friday, September 23, 2011
Slow Motion (Reprise)
Usual Hawa'i Kai visit. Moms and I really do not have much to discuss. Moms wants to see me in person to be assured that I am fine. I suppose that I can say the same. So, useless discussions are unnecessary.
I really did not want to spend the evening at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. However, I had absolutely no food in the fridge. Since I absolutely refuse to shop for groceries before 8pm, I had no other choice. And, since I am transporting myself by bus, I may as well make the most of the outing.
My last thought for the day deals with my frustration with the fast pace of urban life in empire. I can't stand it. And, as crowded as the islands are, I have very little room to maneuver at my slow, relaxed, senior citizen pace. I've mummified any activity that can cause an increase in pace or early hypertension. That's why I don't concern myself much with either the "mainstream" or alternative news anymore. I only skim through the material. Most of that crap will only cause little more than an increase in blood pressure. That's another reason why I do not want to return to wage slavery. I want to relax. I want peace and quiet. I want to experience the universe less the human-concocted nonsense. I want to discover what life really is.
I really did not want to spend the evening at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. However, I had absolutely no food in the fridge. Since I absolutely refuse to shop for groceries before 8pm, I had no other choice. And, since I am transporting myself by bus, I may as well make the most of the outing.
My last thought for the day deals with my frustration with the fast pace of urban life in empire. I can't stand it. And, as crowded as the islands are, I have very little room to maneuver at my slow, relaxed, senior citizen pace. I've mummified any activity that can cause an increase in pace or early hypertension. That's why I don't concern myself much with either the "mainstream" or alternative news anymore. I only skim through the material. Most of that crap will only cause little more than an increase in blood pressure. That's another reason why I do not want to return to wage slavery. I want to relax. I want peace and quiet. I want to experience the universe less the human-concocted nonsense. I want to discover what life really is.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
General Dullness XI
Absolutely nothing of importance transpired, leaving me to one conclusion: same ol' shit. No outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) this evening either. Blame it all on lethargy. Who knew?
Incidentally, I must disclose that I was not given an offer for the full-time faculty position. Ralph, dean at HCC, only made it possible for me to qualify as a candidate. I would still have to submit an application and go through the interview procedure, something that I don't particularly care for. As you may recall, I have never gone through the interview process for any of my previous faculty stints. And, I'm not planning to go through one now.
Frankly, I prefer my life the way it is now. I live in abject poverty. I have very little of anything. When I finally divest my major holdings, I will be done with the status quo. Unfortunately, for the time being, I must live in a substandard residence and eat a substandard diet. In the end, though, "freedom" will remain preferable and sustainable. I have no reason to return to the so-called "mainstream."
Incidentally, I must disclose that I was not given an offer for the full-time faculty position. Ralph, dean at HCC, only made it possible for me to qualify as a candidate. I would still have to submit an application and go through the interview procedure, something that I don't particularly care for. As you may recall, I have never gone through the interview process for any of my previous faculty stints. And, I'm not planning to go through one now.
Frankly, I prefer my life the way it is now. I live in abject poverty. I have very little of anything. When I finally divest my major holdings, I will be done with the status quo. Unfortunately, for the time being, I must live in a substandard residence and eat a substandard diet. In the end, though, "freedom" will remain preferable and sustainable. I have no reason to return to the so-called "mainstream."
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Last Temptation
At the library, I ran into Ralph, a dean at HCC. He had a bereavement day off to take care of some business concerning his father's funeral. Ralph's father passed on a few days ago. He also briefly described a couple of faculty opening, one at the HCC campus itself. The position is for a full-time faculty member to teach core classes in electricity, electronics, and physics. Ralph said that he composed the candidate requirements around my qualifications. I was somewhat flattered. Ralph is apparently attempting to help me secure a decent faculty position.
Unfortunately, Ralph has also presented me with a major conundrum. On the one hand, I would have a decent income. In one year, given my frugality, I would be able to compensate for the entire 4.5-year loss in savings while semi-retired. I would be able to move out of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) into a more tolerable residence, which would be a necessity. I would also be able make up the losses from the detestable "condotel" unit. And, I would have health insurance and a partially vested pension plan. Tempting, isn't it?
On the other hand, I would be returning to the bondage of wage slavery. I would be putting myself right back into the core of the "system." Imagine how quickly time will fly when I find myself back in the hamster wheel. Heck, I'm already pushing sixty! Well, at least I won't be tempted to pursue endless consumerism. Yet, what good will my savings be when I'm a decrepit senior citizen? I will be robbed by the healthcare (sic) "system" in the end anyway.
In any case, I plan to meet with Ralph to discuss the matter further, at least to determine whether I could fulfill the responsibilities of the position. From there, I can determine the feasibility of my options and whether my "freedom" is ultimately important.
Otherwise, same ol' shit. I managed to restore my extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I ended up at den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening with tablet computer in hand. No beverages. Mainly, I had to shop for a couple of grocery items before returning to Slob Manor.
My condolences go out to Troy Davis, executed earlier today in Georgia for a crime he did not commit. My guess is that Davis was a test case, an example, to see how far the totalitarian fascist empire can push the limits of justice (sic) without violent public outrage. To add insult to injury, Davis had been incarcerated for over two decades which, at this point in time, can be construed as torture given his demise. The empire, glossed over by idiotic Pauline Christian hypocrisy, is not a compassionate society. Each day, as the masses of rank-and-file peons tolerate increasingly more abuse, they relinquish more and more of what little remains of their collective power and dignity.
Unfortunately, Ralph has also presented me with a major conundrum. On the one hand, I would have a decent income. In one year, given my frugality, I would be able to compensate for the entire 4.5-year loss in savings while semi-retired. I would be able to move out of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) into a more tolerable residence, which would be a necessity. I would also be able make up the losses from the detestable "condotel" unit. And, I would have health insurance and a partially vested pension plan. Tempting, isn't it?
On the other hand, I would be returning to the bondage of wage slavery. I would be putting myself right back into the core of the "system." Imagine how quickly time will fly when I find myself back in the hamster wheel. Heck, I'm already pushing sixty! Well, at least I won't be tempted to pursue endless consumerism. Yet, what good will my savings be when I'm a decrepit senior citizen? I will be robbed by the healthcare (sic) "system" in the end anyway.
In any case, I plan to meet with Ralph to discuss the matter further, at least to determine whether I could fulfill the responsibilities of the position. From there, I can determine the feasibility of my options and whether my "freedom" is ultimately important.
Otherwise, same ol' shit. I managed to restore my extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I ended up at den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening with tablet computer in hand. No beverages. Mainly, I had to shop for a couple of grocery items before returning to Slob Manor.
My condolences go out to Troy Davis, executed earlier today in Georgia for a crime he did not commit. My guess is that Davis was a test case, an example, to see how far the totalitarian fascist empire can push the limits of justice (sic) without violent public outrage. To add insult to injury, Davis had been incarcerated for over two decades which, at this point in time, can be construed as torture given his demise. The empire, glossed over by idiotic Pauline Christian hypocrisy, is not a compassionate society. Each day, as the masses of rank-and-file peons tolerate increasingly more abuse, they relinquish more and more of what little remains of their collective power and dignity.
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