Day of Samhain 2012

Another beautiful full moon. Red star reminder. Gateway to the universe and truth. Day of Samhain. Pure nonsense. Might I suggest viewing the appropriate flick, "The Breed," in celebration. Or, "Ultraviolet," is pretty good, too. Check both of them out on the Crackle® site.


Typical Samhain Hottie
The den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was the scene of a frenzied Day of Samhain celebration, mostly for families. Of course, the sordid celebration in Waikiki this evening will be worse. Fortunately, I won't be at the latter event.

On a side note, I espied a homeless guy in the Honolulu Stadium Park with his mobile home (read: shopping cart) yesterday. He had a surfboard strapped on top. Strange things.

Fear of a Senior Citizen Planet

Senior citizens everywhere. I have been steadily observing them for several months now. I have already reported my observations concerning the stages of decrepitude in the "blog." Let me not belabor the point.

Long story short, I am already a member of the senior citizenship. As such, I will be perfectly honest. I am not altogether certain that I can grow old gracefully. Frankly, "gracefully" is a subjective and pejorative term. I am already not liking what I see in the mirror. What happens when my entire body resembles a shriveled prune with huge old man blemishes discoloring most of my skin? What will I do when I see my atrophied muscles literally hanging from a grossly deformed skeletal structure? Will I be able to even see anything while wearing the hideous "snorkel mask" sunglasses so popular with senior citizens? And, what happens when my mind deteriorates?

Don't believe me? Take off your senior citizen filters and take a good look around. Observe them closely for an extended period of time. That's you pretty soon. Not liking what you see? So, now you know where I stand. I am certain that most people want to remain alive as long as possible, even if in varying states of decrepitude. I used to think the same way. Now, I am wondering whether the best time to "kick the bucket" is right before the stages of decrepitude commence, that is, before the real pain and suffering begins.

Incidentally, the senior citizens that we are accustomed to seeing in public are the minority. The vast majority reside in hospitals and hospices in vegetative states. They are hidden from us. They are essentially cadavers being slowly mummified by endless streams of prescription medications. There is no way that I could live (term used loosely) like that.

On a side note, have you viewed the flick, "Ninja Cheerleaders," on the Crackle® site? It is my new favorite. Great flick! Great fun!

So, Here I Am

The tablet computer has become much more difficult to work with because few of the important Web sites are designed for a touchscreen interface. I had previously gone through several test runs. The results seemed satisfactory. Now, I'm not so sure. The worst problem appears to be the embedded JavaScript. Lots of lags and crippled functionality. Oh well. All the more reason to minimize my computer usage. Mummification would be even better.

After the last tsunami evacuation, I have identified more useless possessions for immediate divestiture. Anything that impeded a swift evacuation is a candidate. Coincidentally, the downsizing and streamlining are optimal for the homeless life-style.

So, here I am. No friends. No babes. Virtually no family. No hobbies. No sports. No interests. No hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). No computer, just a limited tablet computer. No "smartphone." Soon, no cellphone. Very few material possessions. I am extremely close to no distractions. That's the goal.

No distractions? No possessions? What's the point? That's only the first step. Next, I must mummify all future-oriented thinking. Anything or any event beyond right now is irrelevant. It, like the past, does not exist. Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

Another False Alarm

I was in the process of composing the "blog" on my tablet computer in the bookstore at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala last night when I overhead an older woman chatting on her cellphone about the tsunami. Say what? I quickly searched for any news on the Net. Sure enough. The warning had been in effect since 7:30pm. Yet there had been no announcements. I hastily posted a haphazard entry. Then, I stepped outside. The warning sirens were blaring away.

Long story short, I quickly made my way to the bus stop. There were several people waiting, including the older woman who was earlier conversing on her cellphone. She and another person ended up in a conversation with me. They did not know much about the situation, so I filled them in. We also had to be on the bus arriving at 8:19pm because the main road would be closed in about an hour. We were relieved when the bus arrived on time.

At Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was able to load up most of my possessions into my truck within 20 minutes. Then, I was off to higher ground in Hawai'i Kai. I ended up at my bro's place. The emergency refuge shelters had not even been set up yet. Can you believe it? At 1:30am, the roads were reopened and I was on my way back to the dump.

Alan returned to the dump before me. We ended chatting for over 30 minutes. I was wide awake, so I piddled around until 3am. The tsunami? A no-show. Obviously, the usual Sunday itinerary had to be modified because I had a really late start, two hours later than usual. Otherwise, same ol' shit.

Although I was able to expedite the evacuation of my useless possessions, there is still room for improvement. I left a lot of stuff behind, but that is irrelevant. The new gym bag came in quite handy. What is most important is that I need to have more crap packed away instead of lying around. In other words, I need to be more like a true homeless guy.

On a side note, Alan mentioned that he did believed that the "chef" was somewhat of a dimwit. Yeah, I supposedly mummified the Slob Manor stories. I couldn't resist. Apparently, the light bulb in the fridge burned out a couple of weeks ago. The "chef" apparently went berserk because he thought that the fridge stopped functioning. He even called the landlord in a panicked state. What a maroon!

Nice Day for a Tsunami (Again)

Composing the "blog" with the tablet computer is somewhat painful, even with the predictive keyboard. That's by design. After all, I already offered "last rites" for the "blog" over a month ago. My overall goal is to put the squeeze on all distractions until they are mummified. Distractions mean nothing to me, especially after I determine that they have simply been a waste of time.

I have made the shocking discovery that every activity, every accomplishment, every task that I have engaged in has been a waste of time. However, don't judge me. You may have found your niche that provides you with meaning and purpose. Congratulations! I have not been so fortunate.

Breaking News! Another tsunami warning is in effect because of an earthquake off the coast of British Columbia. As of 7:30pm HST, there appears to be another mandatory evacuation of coastal areas. I will be departing the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala as soon as possible. You know the drill.

Post No. 2,371

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Time seems to be standing still. Of course, that's always when the trouble begins.

The homeless situation is at a standstill. Stupid questions still keep popping up in my mind after the last discussion with my homeless buddy. Will I be able to pull off the ruse? How can I use my Waterpik®? Will I be able to leave the Next Step homeless shelter on an outing after dinner? Blah, blah, blah. Then, there are the issues of theft and other crimes. And, what about my Nissan® Frontier truck? Yeah, my homeless buddy seems to have discovered the darker side of living in a homeless shelter.

The netbook is on its way to its new owner, Mr. Ray in Washington State. I am now restricted to my tablet computers and their associated limitations. My goal has been to decrease my dependence on computers. So far so good. Although I carry one of the tablet computers with me daily, I rarely deploy the device. That's normally reserved for my evening outings. Long story short, I have successfully decreased the amount of available time to compose the "blog" (amongst other benign activities). The implications are obvious. Incidentally, I have no plans to purchase another netbook or notebook computer again.

Even though the netbook has been divested, there is still a lot of useless crap lying around. Volume-wise, nothing has changed. I seem to keep purchasing more junk that simply becomes obsolete within a few weeks. Looks like another donation to charity is upcoming. Could the need for junk fall in line with one of the "immortality narratives"?

On a side note, I have been consuming psyllium as a supplement to reduce cholesterol for a number of years. I believe that I am now suffering from some of the contraindications, primarily intestinal blockage. If the symptoms don't disappear in a week or so, I will probably have to visit the clinic again. The symptoms are most likely being exacerbated by old age.

Legacy of Mortality

Certainly, the most profound quote that I have found from the book, "Immortality," by Stephen Cave:

... we have seen that by taking the fear of death at face value, all four immortality narratives exacerbate the very attitudes that underpin that fear. Bt encouraging people to obsess about their own health, or the state of their own soul, or their particular legacy, they encourage the very self-centered, future-oriented and negative view that caused the fear in the first place.

Are most of our activities just a waste of time? Worthy of some thought, eh?


Typical Legacy Hottie
I am continuing with the downsizing and divestiture of my worldly possessions. Yeah, I keep repeating myself. However, in thinking of the immediate future, I must be prepared to leave the dump known as Slob Manor (read: rental housing) very soon, or at least before anything adverse happens to moms. I already know that such an event would be able to trigger a violent homicidal response from myself toward any perpetrator of stupidity in my path. What might be marginally tolerable now will be unacceptable then. I have already been experiencing intrusive and graphic homicidal ideations. Had I possessed a 9mm semi-automatic pistol, there might already have been a heinous crime committed. I would be composing the "blog" from an incarcerated point-of-view. A sad legacy indeed.

Mortal Memories

Another three weeks has elapsed, so the hair on the oversized cranium has grown out. I really looked like a shabby senior citizen. So, I was compelled to restore my extreme monk haircut. Much better now!


Typical Memorable Hottie
Shocking news. My long-term memory appears to have faded into obscurity. I have been attempting to invoke memories of the past, but to no avail. I can recollect very little of my childhood, adolescence, early adulthood, and middle age. Only bits and pieces. Without long-term memory of my past, how do I even know who I am? My short-term memory is also suffering. I am becoming senile. If it wasn't so pathetic, it would be laughable. Unlike other senior citizens, though, I am not going to be frantically playing with crossword puzzles or "brain exercises" as a remedy.

I ran into my homeless buddy at the library this morning. He mentioned that there are at least seven openings at the Next Step homeless shelter. He is also selling his minivan next week for $2,000 or so. Thus, he had to acquire a large rental storage unit to entomb his voluminous possessions that were stored in the minivan. He also told me that he is taking cholesterol and blood pressure reduction medication, which is why he can sleep so well while in close proximity to 200 other homeless people. Sheesh!


Scene from "Ninja Cheerleaders"
On a side note, I viewed the flick, "Ninja Cheerleaders," on the Crackle® site last night. Three hotties doing a lot of ass-kickin'. And, George Takei (from the original "Star Trek" series) starring as Hiroshi. Great flick! Great fun!

Mortality & Truth

My long journey to find truth and personal meaning has nearly come to an end. In retrospect, my emancipation from wage slavery at an earlier-than-standard retirement age was primarily responsible. Obviously, I cannot look forward to a glorious retirement because of my rapidly degenerating financial situation. However, I can safely say that I have dispelled any useless myths about the future.

As we all know, I began purchasing and reading books. Once read, I donated the books to the library. Eventually, I sought out the library itself as a place of refuge. Reading became my primary activity, the search for truth secondary. Truth is elusive, though. If I so desired, I could find published confirmation of any belief, aberrant or not.

After over five years of research about religion (specifically the Unholy Scriptures of the Yahweh Triad), cosmology, the human mind, and physics, I have finally come to as close to the absolute truth as I possibly could. I have summarized my findings in the "blog" during the process.

The key finding, of course, is that the universe is finite and has a finite lifetime. The same could be said about our solar system. In other words, our entire universe is "mortal," for lack of a better term. Thus, all of the fabrications of humans about eternity and immortality are false. Only a highly inflated sense of self-importance would continue to remain in denial.

Long story short, the two books that really matter for humans are "Denial of Death" by Ernest Becker and "Immortality" by Stephen Cave. For me, these are the true Holy Scriptures. The lack of remedy is certainly not comforting. There are, however, answers to questions that can move us away from individual and collective self-destructive behavior.

The entire journey, as it were, was not glamorous. I did not travel far and wide. I spent my time in the inner courtyard of the library, amongst the homeless and the destitute. The journey was in my mind. Of course, the mind is always where the trouble commences. Thus, the mind was the natural conduit for the journey. The journey, unfortunately, is nearly complete.

Post No. 2,367

Usual Hawai'i visit. Nada to report. Incidentally, I will no longer report any of the stupidity occurring at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) unless it's way "over the top." Just know that the situation has not improved. I have, however, become more willing to deal amicably with the other residents. Of note, though, is that Tom, the drunkard, is not looking too good. He is a walking cadaver. I'm expecting him to keel over within a few months from alcohol poisoning or liver failure.

By the way, Mr. Ray in Washington State sent me a link to an article about the Next Step homeless shelter. There's a slide show of photographs as well. What makes the article interesting is that the author is none other than former Pseudo-professor Chad, an old buddy of mine. You may recall that he departed the Diploma Mill in disgust long before I did.