I neglected to mention that I made the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala last night. Barnes & Noble® was not at all crowded. I actually enjoyed my time there. The entire trip was necessary because I had to shop for groceries at Foodland Farms in Aina Haina on the way back to the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I also had an interesting conversation with Kyle last night. He is at wits end with both Joker and Alan. We already know the endless psychological problems with Joker. Alan, on the other hand, is a slob, and he also seems to be lacking in concern about his personal hygiene (i.e., he doesn't take a shower daily). Kyle mentioned that Alan was sleeping on the couch in the Slob Manor living room one day, and the smell was unbearable. So, long story short, Kyle is planning to move out.
I followed essentially the Sunday urban nomad itinerary. What else could I do? All of the homeless hangouts were closed. I returned to Slob Manor after 3pm, mainly because of my pathetic old man pace. Once in my squalid room, I unpacked my gym bag, ate dinner, commenced acquiring data to calculate my net worth (why, I don't know), downloaded a few choice hurdy-gurdy video clips, and departed for the den of consumerism in Kahala at 6:15pm.
By the way, I enjoyed Keoki's® Lau Lau for dinner. I happened to purchase a three-pack last night, so I am "good to go" for the long holiday weekend. Anyone purchasing Keoki's® Lau Lau should remember to remove the Ti leaf wrapping before heating in a microwave oven. Failure to so will result in a very vulgar taste.
The den of consumerism was nearly vacant when I arrived. I found a table to sit at and connected to the wireless network with my tablet computer. From what I could tell, only a handful of stores were still open, one being Starbucks®. I gave into temptation and purchased a decaffeinated cup of coffee. Oh well, so much for my rapidly depleting net worth.
The remaining stores closed at 8pm, but the mall remained open because of the movie theaters. Only a handful of people continued to loiter, the ol' lavahead being one. I opted to stay on until 9:20pm because I was really enjoying the unbelievable tranquility. So, that is the extent of New Year's Eve for the ol' lavahead. Sheesh!
On an end-of-the-year note, I am becoming increasingly perturbed by my preoccupation with downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips. I have already used over half of the available storage space on my portable hard drive. Is there any sense to be made of an old geezer obsessively downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips of young hotties in action? And, what of the valuable time being wasted in such a trivial pursuit? Yet, what other benign activity could replace the latter during the never-ending stagnation at Slob Manor? I have no other interests or hobbies, nor am I compelled to find one. I have already given up on computers as a hobby, thanks to endless frustration. What a conundrum! What's an old geezer to do? We'll find out next year, eh? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thankful
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I was very happy to spend time with moms. We enjoyed a special lunch at the house. I am thankful that moms is healthy. Of course, moms pretty much follows the guidelines prescribed by Nortin Hadler, although moms has never read any of his books.
I am slowly piecing together the story of what happened to the landlord's 96-year-old father. The landlord had told me that she was determined bring her father back to Hawai'i because "it costs too much to visit him in China." So, the landlord brought him back about a month ago. Within two weeks, he became ill. That's when I ran into the landlord at Longs®. The landlord had mentioned that her father had no health insurance because the required forms had just been submitted. There's a 30-day lag for processing. The landlord was worried that her father would need to enter a hospital and the costs would have to be borne out-of-pocket. And, the landlord had told me that her father had no money. I suspect that the landlord waited until the absolute last minute to bring him to the hospital. The whole issue? Money. The landlord was so fixated on saving money that the outcome was fatal. Her father would have probably lived out a peaceful end if he was allowed to stay in China. I don't think that I want to be in the landlord's shoes right now.
As for Joker, I have been able to confirm that he is deceitful and manipulative. In my only conversation with him the other day, he regurgitated nothing but lies and fabrications. He is used to being the center of attention for reasons that elude me. If Joker is spending time with his mother at the hospital as he claimed, I suspect his motive to be manipulative, possibly something to do with his mother's will. Joker is a despicable character, and I am certain that his mother knows that. That's why she is extremely ill. She can't understand where she went wrong with her clown of a son. Joker is a punk-ass mofo.
When I observe all of the losers around me, I feel like a "winner." What's more, there's just too many low-down scum around. That's exactly why I have sought to exit society. I have just too little time left to seek out quality acquaintances. Fortunately, people reveal their true nature fairly quickly to me. I can then expeditiously mummify my dealings with them. I am also extremely thankful that I was not born one of those dullards.
As I have stated previously, I am essentially satisfied with who I am. I would not want to be anyone else. I do not desire to look like someone else either. I am only remorseful that I engaged in a lot of foolish behavior in my earlier years. I was stupid. I made many bad decisions. All that's important to me now is my time spent with moms. I am making up for the 27 years that I was away on the mainland. Remorse, sometimes a good experience.
I am slowly piecing together the story of what happened to the landlord's 96-year-old father. The landlord had told me that she was determined bring her father back to Hawai'i because "it costs too much to visit him in China." So, the landlord brought him back about a month ago. Within two weeks, he became ill. That's when I ran into the landlord at Longs®. The landlord had mentioned that her father had no health insurance because the required forms had just been submitted. There's a 30-day lag for processing. The landlord was worried that her father would need to enter a hospital and the costs would have to be borne out-of-pocket. And, the landlord had told me that her father had no money. I suspect that the landlord waited until the absolute last minute to bring him to the hospital. The whole issue? Money. The landlord was so fixated on saving money that the outcome was fatal. Her father would have probably lived out a peaceful end if he was allowed to stay in China. I don't think that I want to be in the landlord's shoes right now.
As for Joker, I have been able to confirm that he is deceitful and manipulative. In my only conversation with him the other day, he regurgitated nothing but lies and fabrications. He is used to being the center of attention for reasons that elude me. If Joker is spending time with his mother at the hospital as he claimed, I suspect his motive to be manipulative, possibly something to do with his mother's will. Joker is a despicable character, and I am certain that his mother knows that. That's why she is extremely ill. She can't understand where she went wrong with her clown of a son. Joker is a punk-ass mofo.
When I observe all of the losers around me, I feel like a "winner." What's more, there's just too many low-down scum around. That's exactly why I have sought to exit society. I have just too little time left to seek out quality acquaintances. Fortunately, people reveal their true nature fairly quickly to me. I can then expeditiously mummify my dealings with them. I am also extremely thankful that I was not born one of those dullards.
As I have stated previously, I am essentially satisfied with who I am. I would not want to be anyone else. I do not desire to look like someone else either. I am only remorseful that I engaged in a lot of foolish behavior in my earlier years. I was stupid. I made many bad decisions. All that's important to me now is my time spent with moms. I am making up for the 27 years that I was away on the mainland. Remorse, sometimes a good experience.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Lamp-Baked Life XII
At the library, I completed reading the book, "The Last Well Person: How to Stay Well Despite the Healthcare System," by Nortin Hadler. The book is nearly identical in content to the newer, "Rethinking Aging," but with far more reference material. Hadler confirms my own skepticism about for-profit healthcare. Anyone reading Hadler's books should be forewarned: be prepared to experience extreme cognitive dissonance. I will probably bring up the topic of Hadler's books from time to time.
Lots of nonsense in the news, both "mainstream" and alternative, yet I have no reason to comment. First of all, reality is elusive. Second, truth is elusive. I have made my own predictions some time ago, and I will stand by them for now.
No outing again this evening. What's left? Downloading myriad hurdy-gurdy video clips? Of course! There's another long holiday weekend coming up, so I must psychologically prepare for three whole days of general dullness. If you read the "blog" of last weekend, you know what I mean. Sheesh!
Lots of nonsense in the news, both "mainstream" and alternative, yet I have no reason to comment. First of all, reality is elusive. Second, truth is elusive. I have made my own predictions some time ago, and I will stand by them for now.
No outing again this evening. What's left? Downloading myriad hurdy-gurdy video clips? Of course! There's another long holiday weekend coming up, so I must psychologically prepare for three whole days of general dullness. If you read the "blog" of last weekend, you know what I mean. Sheesh!
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
General Dullness XVII
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit, obviously delayed by the extended Saturnalia holiday. My sister-in-law gave me a plastic commuter coffee cup. It's a replica of the disposable cups dispensed at all coffee shops complete with lid and heat shield. Clever design. Aside from that, nada to report.
No outing tonight. When moms and I were making the usual rounds this morning, I observed that the post-Saturnalia shopping spree was still going strong. I just cannot sustain my sanity in such an environment. Way too much stupidity for my liking.
Well, there are only a few days left in the year. The "blog" is at zero readership again. Some days there may be one or two legitimate visitors. Frankly, I am hoping to bore everyone to tears so no one ever comes back. Then, I will be left to my own devices. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
No outing tonight. When moms and I were making the usual rounds this morning, I observed that the post-Saturnalia shopping spree was still going strong. I just cannot sustain my sanity in such an environment. Way too much stupidity for my liking.
Well, there are only a few days left in the year. The "blog" is at zero readership again. Some days there may be one or two legitimate visitors. Frankly, I am hoping to bore everyone to tears so no one ever comes back. Then, I will be left to my own devices. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Post No. 2,067
I was quite relieved to return to my usual benign routine. The inner courtyard of the library was a most welcome sight. Even the homeless seemed appreciative of the moment. The buses, though, were extremely crowded. From what I could tell, the Saturnalia shopping spree has not yet ended.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had to confront Joker this evening when he dropped a heavy object on the floor above my squalid room. I approached the situation in a diplomatic and pragmatic fashion. Joker was defensive as to be expected. Kyle, who apparently returned from Kau'ai a day earlier than expected, joined the conversation a few minutes later. Not much was accomplished, but my hope was to defuse an already volatile scenario.
Incidentally, Joker mentioned that the landlord's father passed on. He apparently ran into the landlord in the elevator at an unnamed hospital. Joker's mother is the hospital as well, which is why he has been conspicuously absent for the past five days. Joker did not mention his mother's disposition, but I can sympathize with him. Mortality rears its ugly head again.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had to confront Joker this evening when he dropped a heavy object on the floor above my squalid room. I approached the situation in a diplomatic and pragmatic fashion. Joker was defensive as to be expected. Kyle, who apparently returned from Kau'ai a day earlier than expected, joined the conversation a few minutes later. Not much was accomplished, but my hope was to defuse an already volatile scenario.
Incidentally, Joker mentioned that the landlord's father passed on. He apparently ran into the landlord in the elevator at an unnamed hospital. Joker's mother is the hospital as well, which is why he has been conspicuously absent for the past five days. Joker did not mention his mother's disposition, but I can sympathize with him. Mortality rears its ugly head again.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturnalia 2011 (Continued)
Should I go to Kahala Mall? Or, to Ala Moana Center? Over and over, I asked myself the same questions. Yeah, the Saturnalia holiday dragged on for a second day. In my old age, I cannot make even the most simple decisions. And, I keep taking costs, often as low as a couple of worthless fiat dollars, into endless consideration. The choice of driving my truck or riding the bus is yet another excruciatingly painful decision. Oh, the foolishness!
My original destination was Ala Moana Center, but indecision made me take a moronic detour to Kahala just in case. Just in case of what? I don't even know. Long story short, I ended up at my original desired destination by way of 4000-pound motorized chair (read: truck). Sheesh! Of course, my main concern was the fear of myriad crazed Saturnalia shoppers who were going to be out in full insane force at every shopping locale.
Typical Post-Saturnalia Hottie
When I arrived at 8:45am, I was shocked to discovery that all of the stores were open far earlier than usual. The place was packed with the stereotypical fools. I followed through with my original plan to enjoy a nice cup of hot coffee in the Barnes & Noble® Café. I brought my tablet computer with me to while away the time, not that I really have the luxury of excess time. Every now and then, I observed the crazed shoppers carrying armfuls of shopping bags, all of them smiling in delirious bliss. What am I missing?
Why can't I be like the average "American"? Why can't I spend money freely on every whim? Why do I wear the same clothes every day? Why do I have a cheap pair of hideous gym shoes? Why can't I bring myself to splurge on overpriced pastries to accompany my cup of coffee? Why do I wear a pair of slippers (read: slippahs) that are at least one size too large? Why am I still using a gym bag that even a homeless guy would have discarded? Why don't I spend money on decent food rather than use the dubious Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix? Why?
Relatively speaking, though, I had the luxury of time for the day. I had no other alternatives, unless I was wholeheartedly prepared to immerse myself in crowds of dolts. My only other agenda item for the day: the gym. So, I sipped my coffee slowly. Then, I meandered around the bookstore for a spell.
Eventually, I rode the bus town. After my workout, I returned to Ala Moana Center. In the course of two hours, the entire shopping complex was transformed into a landscape of wall-to-wall zombies. The entire parking structure (which surrounds the complex) was in gridlock. I sat on my favorite bench overlooking the street level parking. I nearly went catatonic. About 30 minutes later, I decided to meander over to Foodland in order to find something for dinner. I also wanted to treat myself to an ice cream treat. Long story short, nightmare. Fools everywhere. The ice cream that I purchased turned out to be bad. So, I had to go through the ordeal again in order to exchange it. I finally departed the den of rampant consumerism at 4pm. Once I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I locked myself in my squalid room. Let me tell you, spending all night downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips is far more fun than what I experienced earlier today.
My original destination was Ala Moana Center, but indecision made me take a moronic detour to Kahala just in case. Just in case of what? I don't even know. Long story short, I ended up at my original desired destination by way of 4000-pound motorized chair (read: truck). Sheesh! Of course, my main concern was the fear of myriad crazed Saturnalia shoppers who were going to be out in full insane force at every shopping locale.
Why can't I be like the average "American"? Why can't I spend money freely on every whim? Why do I wear the same clothes every day? Why do I have a cheap pair of hideous gym shoes? Why can't I bring myself to splurge on overpriced pastries to accompany my cup of coffee? Why do I wear a pair of slippers (read: slippahs) that are at least one size too large? Why am I still using a gym bag that even a homeless guy would have discarded? Why don't I spend money on decent food rather than use the dubious Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix? Why?
Relatively speaking, though, I had the luxury of time for the day. I had no other alternatives, unless I was wholeheartedly prepared to immerse myself in crowds of dolts. My only other agenda item for the day: the gym. So, I sipped my coffee slowly. Then, I meandered around the bookstore for a spell.
Eventually, I rode the bus town. After my workout, I returned to Ala Moana Center. In the course of two hours, the entire shopping complex was transformed into a landscape of wall-to-wall zombies. The entire parking structure (which surrounds the complex) was in gridlock. I sat on my favorite bench overlooking the street level parking. I nearly went catatonic. About 30 minutes later, I decided to meander over to Foodland in order to find something for dinner. I also wanted to treat myself to an ice cream treat. Long story short, nightmare. Fools everywhere. The ice cream that I purchased turned out to be bad. So, I had to go through the ordeal again in order to exchange it. I finally departed the den of rampant consumerism at 4pm. Once I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I locked myself in my squalid room. Let me tell you, spending all night downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips is far more fun than what I experienced earlier today.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturnalia 2011
I was up and about fairly early this morning, although I was extremely groggy. I have been averaging about five hours of sleep per night. Not good. I washed my truck with the all-in-one wash and wax solution. Then, I air-dried the truck during a short drive to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Only Longs® was open. There were a few people meandering about, but nothing like the pre-Saturnalia mobs. I had to procure a cup of coffee at Mickey Dee's®.
Fortunately, I had my wits about me this morning. I remembered to bring my tablet computer along for the ride. I sat at one of the myriad vacant tables and was able to connect to the Starbucks® wireless router. The mall was pretty quiet. The handful of other loiterers were not compelled to act like asswipes. Most of them were senior citizens. So, I really enjoyed myself.
I composed the "blog" and perused the usual nonsense on the Web with the tablet computer. No hurdy-gurdy video downloading, though. By the way, the tablet computer has two good high-resolution cameras built in, but I don't use them. I vowed long ago that I wouldn't waste my time with camera mumbo-jumbo. I don't want to safeguard images that I will never look at again. The tablet computer can also record 1080p videos, but I have no need for that function either.
After a while, I felt the need to walk around. I ended up loitering in a couple of locations in the mall. While I was sitting in an obscure location, I heard someone calling out my name. I was surprised to see Mike, a former Asylum faculty member. We chatted for about an hour, with Mike doing most of the talking. In a way, I was glad to see him. Otherwise, I would have been sitting in a near-catatonic state for the longest time.
I finally departed the mall at 2pm. Hordes of crazed Saturnalia worshipers were arriving, yet no other store opened since I had been there. The zoo-like atmosphere was gradually returning. Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I reluctantly completed all of my chores. No outing this evening. Where would I go? Back to the den of consumerism? No thanks.
I really don't have much good to say about Saturnalia. Well, no one celebrates Saturnalia anymore. What I am referring to is the contemporary "Christian" counterpart. Some may argue that the religious connotations are all but gone. I beg to differ. The ridiculous myth lives on some 2,000 years after-the-fact (or fallacy). I almost fell for the ruse myself, until I embarked on a personal journey of research. I really don't understand why people just don't seem to realize that Jesus is not coming back and that the God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) does not exist.
We have been subliminally programmed to believe in a fictitious deity such that even atheists and agnostics have doubts about their respective beliefs. Thousands of years of programming by rather clever religious thinkers have had an indelible effect. So, here we are today, still influenced by religious mumbo-jumbo. I don't really blame all of the great thinkers, religious or otherwise. They could not understand or accept their mortality, much as I cannot right now. They sought external explanations, but none was forthcoming. In the end, on the verge of insanity, they developed their own rationale. Of course, there is the matter of control over the populace as well as the imperative to suppress the "inner animal."
The one thing about growing old, as I personally witness the onslaught of my own decrepitude, is that the axiomatic myths are easily exposed as lies. The religious thinkers attempted to prevent such estranged episodic enlightenment by introducing the concepts of "sin," guilt, blasphemy, and debauchery. If that wasn't enough, they also developed elaborate schemes of "atonement," penance, offerings, punishment, and prayer. As the debilitating effects of old age takes hold, one either dispenses with ancient lies or cries out, "My God, why have you forsaken me?" Amen.
Fortunately, I had my wits about me this morning. I remembered to bring my tablet computer along for the ride. I sat at one of the myriad vacant tables and was able to connect to the Starbucks® wireless router. The mall was pretty quiet. The handful of other loiterers were not compelled to act like asswipes. Most of them were senior citizens. So, I really enjoyed myself.
I composed the "blog" and perused the usual nonsense on the Web with the tablet computer. No hurdy-gurdy video downloading, though. By the way, the tablet computer has two good high-resolution cameras built in, but I don't use them. I vowed long ago that I wouldn't waste my time with camera mumbo-jumbo. I don't want to safeguard images that I will never look at again. The tablet computer can also record 1080p videos, but I have no need for that function either.
After a while, I felt the need to walk around. I ended up loitering in a couple of locations in the mall. While I was sitting in an obscure location, I heard someone calling out my name. I was surprised to see Mike, a former Asylum faculty member. We chatted for about an hour, with Mike doing most of the talking. In a way, I was glad to see him. Otherwise, I would have been sitting in a near-catatonic state for the longest time.
I finally departed the mall at 2pm. Hordes of crazed Saturnalia worshipers were arriving, yet no other store opened since I had been there. The zoo-like atmosphere was gradually returning. Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I reluctantly completed all of my chores. No outing this evening. Where would I go? Back to the den of consumerism? No thanks.
I really don't have much good to say about Saturnalia. Well, no one celebrates Saturnalia anymore. What I am referring to is the contemporary "Christian" counterpart. Some may argue that the religious connotations are all but gone. I beg to differ. The ridiculous myth lives on some 2,000 years after-the-fact (or fallacy). I almost fell for the ruse myself, until I embarked on a personal journey of research. I really don't understand why people just don't seem to realize that Jesus is not coming back and that the God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) does not exist.
We have been subliminally programmed to believe in a fictitious deity such that even atheists and agnostics have doubts about their respective beliefs. Thousands of years of programming by rather clever religious thinkers have had an indelible effect. So, here we are today, still influenced by religious mumbo-jumbo. I don't really blame all of the great thinkers, religious or otherwise. They could not understand or accept their mortality, much as I cannot right now. They sought external explanations, but none was forthcoming. In the end, on the verge of insanity, they developed their own rationale. Of course, there is the matter of control over the populace as well as the imperative to suppress the "inner animal."
The one thing about growing old, as I personally witness the onslaught of my own decrepitude, is that the axiomatic myths are easily exposed as lies. The religious thinkers attempted to prevent such estranged episodic enlightenment by introducing the concepts of "sin," guilt, blasphemy, and debauchery. If that wasn't enough, they also developed elaborate schemes of "atonement," penance, offerings, punishment, and prayer. As the debilitating effects of old age takes hold, one either dispenses with ancient lies or cries out, "My God, why have you forsaken me?" Amen.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Eve of Saturnalia 2011
I followed the usual Eve of Saturnalia itinerary, whatever that means. Actually, that's just another way of saying, "Same ol' shit." We're rapidly winding down the year, but nothing has changed. I don't expect any miracles in the final week of the old year.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan departed for Arizona last night. He's going to visit his "McMansion." He's literally working like a slave to pay for the place because he can't seem to rent all of the rooms. He will also have to continue renting the rooms once he officially moves into his home when he retires. He has attained the so-called "American Dream," and no one can tell him otherwise. Kyle left to visit his parents on Kau'ai this afternoon. And, there's no telling where Joker has been.
The ol' lavahead has nowhere to go, no one to visit, and nothing to do. Holidays are extremely rough on losers. I could, of course, simply board a bus at any time and ride around to nowhere in particular. On holidays like Saturnalia, that's the only option available. Yeah, I am in the same predicament as the homeless.
On a side note, I viewed a very nice video about Iran titled, "Iran. Its people and Culture. Yesterday and Today." As you may be aware, I have read numerous books about Iran. Very few pictures were included, so I had to use my imagination to visualize what was described through words. The video, accessible from the Information Clearinghouse portal, was very enjoyable. If you have nothing to do, like the ol' lavahead, check it out (in HD).
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan departed for Arizona last night. He's going to visit his "McMansion." He's literally working like a slave to pay for the place because he can't seem to rent all of the rooms. He will also have to continue renting the rooms once he officially moves into his home when he retires. He has attained the so-called "American Dream," and no one can tell him otherwise. Kyle left to visit his parents on Kau'ai this afternoon. And, there's no telling where Joker has been.
The ol' lavahead has nowhere to go, no one to visit, and nothing to do. Holidays are extremely rough on losers. I could, of course, simply board a bus at any time and ride around to nowhere in particular. On holidays like Saturnalia, that's the only option available. Yeah, I am in the same predicament as the homeless.
On a side note, I viewed a very nice video about Iran titled, "Iran. Its people and Culture. Yesterday and Today." As you may be aware, I have read numerous books about Iran. Very few pictures were included, so I had to use my imagination to visualize what was described through words. The video, accessible from the Information Clearinghouse portal, was very enjoyable. If you have nothing to do, like the ol' lavahead, check it out (in HD).
Friday, December 23, 2011
Extremely Random Tidbits
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. No outing this evening. Too many crazed shoppers running amuck on the last possible night of rabid consumerism before Saturnalia. So, guess what I will be doing instead?
I have not yet recovered from reading Nortin Hadler's book, "Rethinking Aging." I agree with his thesis concerning the unethical medical "overtreatment" of the empire's citizens, particularly the elderly. However, what was most disturbing was Hadler's concise and clinical description of decrepitude in aging. All I can say is that I am not handling that information too well.
As the new year rolls around, I am wondering whether I should finally decrease "blog" postings. I have many thoughts to articulate, but I may be misconstrued as overly nihilistic, "gloomy," or given amateur prognoses of "depression" and other "diseases." The truth of the matter is that I am running out of time, but I have not come up with a cogent strategic plan. I have narrowed down my life objective to the broadly defined category, "peace of mind." That's all I know. I am certainly not achieving that objective by rotting away in the dump known as Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I am also wondering whether I should simply stop annually calculating my financial net worth. It's a fruitless and saddening exercise. What's the sense anyway? Frankly, I'm not even certain whether there is any wisdom in keeping any money in savings, especially after I reach the ripe old age of 65 years. Any kind of decrepitude which requires medical attention will wipe me out financially. I should probably enjoy the use of the money now in my so-called "good" years. Yet, I have nothing that I desire to splurge upon.
Anyone doing minor research on the Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix may have discovered that it contains unacceptable levels of toxic metals. There are also a few possible undesirable side effects from some of the ingredients. Yet, I have decided to continue to use the faulty product (or safer equivalent) after the first big-ass container is depleted. However, I plan to limit my intake to only one serving per day. Yes, I am still worried about malnutrition. Sheesh!
I have not yet recovered from reading Nortin Hadler's book, "Rethinking Aging." I agree with his thesis concerning the unethical medical "overtreatment" of the empire's citizens, particularly the elderly. However, what was most disturbing was Hadler's concise and clinical description of decrepitude in aging. All I can say is that I am not handling that information too well.
As the new year rolls around, I am wondering whether I should finally decrease "blog" postings. I have many thoughts to articulate, but I may be misconstrued as overly nihilistic, "gloomy," or given amateur prognoses of "depression" and other "diseases." The truth of the matter is that I am running out of time, but I have not come up with a cogent strategic plan. I have narrowed down my life objective to the broadly defined category, "peace of mind." That's all I know. I am certainly not achieving that objective by rotting away in the dump known as Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I am also wondering whether I should simply stop annually calculating my financial net worth. It's a fruitless and saddening exercise. What's the sense anyway? Frankly, I'm not even certain whether there is any wisdom in keeping any money in savings, especially after I reach the ripe old age of 65 years. Any kind of decrepitude which requires medical attention will wipe me out financially. I should probably enjoy the use of the money now in my so-called "good" years. Yet, I have nothing that I desire to splurge upon.
Anyone doing minor research on the Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix may have discovered that it contains unacceptable levels of toxic metals. There are also a few possible undesirable side effects from some of the ingredients. Yet, I have decided to continue to use the faulty product (or safer equivalent) after the first big-ass container is depleted. However, I plan to limit my intake to only one serving per day. Yes, I am still worried about malnutrition. Sheesh!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Too Close to Home
Do we already know the drill? Same ol' shit, day and night. I will, however, mention that I have nearly completed reading the book, "Rethinking Aging: Growing Old and Living Well in an Overtreated Society," by Nortin Hadler. I would recommend the book to everyone. A warning is in order, though. The topics are well beyond the comfort zone of most people. I had a difficult time myself because the subject matter "hit too close to home." More later.
Well, no outing again this evening. Aside from downloading more hurdy-gurdy video clips for who-knows-why, I have been following the latest uproar concerning the future of BlackBerry®. There's been so much bad press almost daily that I am wondering how the parent company, Research in Motion®, will make it through another year unscathed. My only concern, of course, is the fate of the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. The tablet computer has been on sale now for $300 less than I originally paid. I'm not upset about that, though. I just don't want to end up with an expensive doorstop as what happened last Summer with another now-defunct tablet computer. Sheesh!
Well, no outing again this evening. Aside from downloading more hurdy-gurdy video clips for who-knows-why, I have been following the latest uproar concerning the future of BlackBerry®. There's been so much bad press almost daily that I am wondering how the parent company, Research in Motion®, will make it through another year unscathed. My only concern, of course, is the fate of the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. The tablet computer has been on sale now for $300 less than I originally paid. I'm not upset about that, though. I just don't want to end up with an expensive doorstop as what happened last Summer with another now-defunct tablet computer. Sheesh!
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