Comfort

Going homeless (or not), that's now the primary focus of my time. The biggest obstacle is a mindset, one that permeates most of the population in empire and the developed nations (i.e., the "West"). I have been brought up in a "home" environment. My family moved from apartment dwelling to home ownership in the suburbs of Hawai'i Kai. So, I have lived somewhat comfortably during my formative years. And, I have been indoctrinated into the legitimacy of residing in a home. So, homelessness goes "against the grain" of my very upbringing.

One aspect of my approach to homelessness (i.e., motorhomelessness) is that I am able to pay for monthly parking in a parking structure in town for the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan). I am certain that the majority of homeless people with vehicles cannot or will not pay $100+ per month for parking. I may be able to find a parking structure that has a lax security regime, or so I hope. Of course, I would be very discreet when sleeping in the homeless motorhome. Unauthorized street parking, on the other hand, is a game of chance. Too risky for my tastes.

As I mentioned in the "blog" yesterday, I have absolutely nothing to do once I return to Waimanalo. So, I connect both the iPad® tablet computer and the cheap "smartphone" to the Net. Either one of the devices serves as the dedicated viewing screen for the RT news stream depending on the other trivial tasks that must be completed simultaneously. Believe me, without the RT news stream, I would go insane. And, Waimanalo is not exactly a great place to go insane. Sheesh!

In the meantime, I have mummified the internal debate (often described ad nauseam in the "blog") over "chump change" expenses and miscellaneous trivial divestitures of useless possessions. Either the expense is eliminated, or not. Either the useless crap is divested, or not. No debate necessary. Just know that my whole life, physically speaking, can fit unobtrusively in a luxury minivan. No one would even suspect that it was a homeless motorhome. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Have you been enjoying the pictures in the "blog" of myriad young hotties? Do the pictures of gorgeous hotties add to or detract from the "blog"? There was a time when the "blog" only sporadically included pictures of hotties in postings. Now, there are seven such pictures featured daily. Well, there are several more pre-formatted posts awaiting publishing. So, we will going into the month of February with more pictures of young hotties.

Anyway, going back to the original topic, I have enjoyed a somewhat comfortable middle-class life-style. There were hardships when I was a mere youngster, but I have no recollection of the time. So, therein lies the difficulty with downgrading to abject homelessness. Yet, the time is approaching rapidly. All other avenues have been closed. Perhaps foolish pride keeps me from accepting the fact of my low social standing. I am no longer a member of any social class. I own no property. My material possessions are limited. I have no profession, no title per se. I have nothing but myself. And, there is no way to differentiate myself from the "low-life scum."

Foolishly, I decided to extend the tenure of my visits to the snobbish coffee shop in town for another day in order to take advantage of the $1 baked goods special (expiring tomorrow) and also exploit the free wireless Net "hotspot." I procured an expensive cup of coffee as usual. Otherwise, the agenda and itinerary of the day remained the same.

A certain fitness and training hottie made a surpise visit to the gym. Baby was most likely instructing one of the promotional exercise classes for new members. Baby was looking mighty fine, by the way. Unfortunately, baby did not come around. So, I will not be "saved." Boohoo.

On the bus ride back to Hawai'i Kai, I was privy to overhear a guy conversing on his "smartphone" to his mother. Actually, all of the passengers could hear him. He detailed his current situation, which was quite alarming. He was just in an automobile accident with this morning. With no insurance, he is banking on the fault being placed on the other driver involved. He was also in a motorcycle accident recently, which still hasn't been settled. Behind in his rent, he is going to ask his friends for loans. His doctor discontinued some of his medication because the latter allegedly lowered his blood pressure below normal. He will be seeing his "shrink" as soon as possible. He was trying to not think about his situation, or he might "crack." And, I thought that I had it bad. Sheesh!

Fringe

I am close to ending the first month of my stay in Waimanalo. Changes in my life-style were drastic and disheartening. Expenses have gone up. Commuting time has increased. Severe disruptions in my evening outing routine has occurred. Overall, a real "shock to the system." Now, homelessness is looming. What are we to make of that lunacy?

With that said, I will tentatively be mummifying my visits to the snobbish coffee shop in town this weekend. I may also take myself entirely off of coffee again. Cost is an issue. Moreover, coffee does little to supplement my diet with nutrients. Sadly, I will not have any access to any wireless Net "hotspots" during the day if that decision is finalized. And, I will have an hour of extra time on my hands, which could be either good or bad depending on what I do with that time.

I should also mention that the passing fad of tablet computers is not entirely the fault of "phablets." During my daily observations, I have come to realize that it is the 24-hour data connectivity of "smartphones" that has led to the disappearing appeal of tablet computers. People want to be continuously and perpetually connected to the Net. No disruptions. That's why fools are seen charging their "smartphones" at any available electric outlet, convenient or not. The device must always remain powered on. Otherwise, they would miss out on ... what?

Of course, now that I am deploying the cheap "smartphone" exclusively in public venues, I look exactly like the typical moronic "smartphone" user. No one knows what I am finger-typing into the device, and no one cares. To the casual onlooker, I am just another social network addict. Yeah, it's all so inane.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms has not been feeling well all week, with some days being better than others. Extreme dizziness has kept moms homebound. So, I had to pick up our lunch and bring it back. Moms mentioned that Uncle T visited her yesterday with Aunty Maria. Moms felt well enough to join them for lunch at a nearby restaurant. Aunty Maria is now in a care home and appears to be suffering from dementia. And, no one has been able to contact Aunty Emily for some reason.

No evening outing to Kahala yet again. Every night, I have been procuring greasy "value menu" items at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai, even after dining on a decent meal elsewhere. Then, I loiter for a spell in order to exploit the free wireless Net "hotspot." In actuality, I am just wasting time because I don't want to return to Waimanalo too early. There's nothing for me to in Waimanalo except to spend time on the Net. That's the way it was at Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) for the longest time. I felt so claustrophobic, which is why the evening outings in Kahala came to be.

Yes, homelessness is looming. I don't believe that I could remain in Waimanalo for longer than another month. There are no rental housing options in town. As stated previously, I will either be subject to age discrimination or income-based restrictions. In some cases, the landlords expect me the borne the full cost of providing legal documents pertaining to my assets or credit rating. So, my only exit from Waimanalo will be one form of homelessness or another.

Next month, which is only a day away, will prove interesting. I will be investigating the availability of undisturbed overnight parking, visiting automobile dealerships to begin the process of purchasing a luxury minivan, inquiring about other sheltered options for the homeless, amongst other pressing issues. Why has it come to this?

Alive

The attempted robbery of my gym bag a few days ago has made me seriously consider the divestiture of the iPad® tablet computer. I don't dare take it with me to town anymore. I certainly will not leave it in the gym bag as I did prior, even though I now have a really secure lock. Material possessions are not meant to be worried about. Otherwise, enslavement to the possessions occurs. And, as I edge toward homelessness, I realize that I cannot carry anything of value on me or store valuables in a homeless motorhome (read: minivan).

Of course, the iPad® may not be worth much anymore. Tablet computers apparently were just a fad, now fading into obscurity behind "phablets." Even I am discovering the power of the "smartphone." Although, I must report that the Web browser of the iPhone® is unable to edit the "blog" at all. But, I digress.

I am still experiencing mixed feelings about my impending homelessness. Mind you, I was homeless in Convalescent City in Cali for about three months as detailed in the old journal. I was not homeless on the streets, though. I had either slept on the couch at friends' places or rented a motel room for the night. All of my worldly possessions were stuffed in my "six-four," as my motor vehicle was lovingly referred to. Ah, those were the days. I was younger and more foolish. But, I digress again.

Now, I am considering a long-term (i.e., several years) commitment to living out of a homeless motorhome. While not as rough as street or sheltered homelessness, the trials and tribulations of motorhomelessness are not easy either. Can you imagine sleeping in the back of a luxury minivan every night? Can you imagine not have a stable place to return to when you please? Oh, that's the way it is for me already. Sheesh!

Although I have a temporary place to rent in Waimanalo, there are many drawbacks. I must abide by certain rules imposed by the landlord. Rules, no matter how valid or ridiculous, constricts my freedom. And, when I am paying out big money for restrictions on my freedom, I become quite displeased. I alteady live in a prison-like society. I don't need to be imprisoned or constrained any further. Freedom, in my old age, is my only quest.

I really don't know why I have doubts about my possible future foray into real homelessness. I am essentially homeless now, just like most renters. No money, no home. Perhaps the stigma of homelessness is the reason. Or, that homelessness is against the law (legislated by "tools" of the "one percent"). I am an old codger now. I have no one to impress. No babes, particularly a certain training and fitness hottie, are coming around. In preparation for homelessness, I divested nearly all of my worldly possessions. My entire life-style has already been modified for transient conditions. And, no one would really care whether I was homeless or not, well, except for the militarized police force.

Provided that undisturbed overnight parking could be found, the homeless motorhome would be more than tolerable. A luxury minivan is quite comfortable. During the day, I can easily find free shaded parking at one of the dens of consumerism (read: shopping malls). From there, I can transport myself by bus to fulfill my daily agenda and itinerary. Commute times would be minimized, too. And, I can return to the minivan to relax and rest, even lapsing in and out of a coma in relative quiet. What more could anyone ask for?

The advantage of being homeless is that the anxiety of anticipating homelessness vanishes. There is no more "hand-wringing" about when the threshold of homelessness will be crossed (i.e., savings runs out, fired from wage slave job, sudden rent increase, mortgage default). Once homelessness is attained, basic survival is all that's left. Superficial concerns over material comfort is irrelevant. Freedom on a raw animal level is experienced. The essence of mortality comes to the forefront. The sense of actually being alive is restored. No more embalming fluid! No more mummification!

Peak Foolishness

In continuing the discussion in the "blog" post of yesterday, I must mention that regional wars are just "small change" in the world theater. The big money, the grand prize, is awarded to the winner(s) of a global conflagration which involves nations with enormous wealth and resources such as the People's Republic of China and the Russian Federation. War reparations, reconstruction financing, and war "booty" from the loser(s) are what causes the mouths of the "one percent" to salivate. The "West" can no longer sustain itself. Its own debt has been rehypothecated too many times over. The debt peons of "Western" society, the "99 percent," have exhausted their paltry net worth. Most of them are in prison anyway, for other seemingly unrelated crimes.

We have to understand the position of the "one percent." Their entire wealth stream is generated from debt and fraud. The only way that the weath of the "one percent" can increase is if debt continually increases. Thus, debt service increases. The "one percent" are also using debt to their advantage. They incur more and more debt to increase the size of their holdings much more rapidly than through cash transactions alone. Fortunately, their debt service is offset by incurring more debt for loan payments while at the same time realizing extremely high capital gains increases as a result of asset price inflation caused by the debt itself. It is a vicious cycle that must constantly increase in velocity. Any slowdown would cause a debt collapse and the "one percent" would be in dire straits.

The on-going reduction in oil and petrol prices has been accepted as a blessing by the rank-and-file peons as opposed to the moneychangers and powers-that-be who believe that those lower energy prices will fuel a deflationary spiral. The lower oil prices are being spearheaded by Saudi Arabia, which has no intention of curbing production amidst the growing oil glut. Why?

A little over a decade ago, Peak Oil doomsayers were predicting that Saudi Arabia (SA), where the largest and oldest oil fields are located, was soon to reach the top of the Hubbert curve. After that, oil supplies was suppose to dwindle and Peak Oil would be upon us. However, the SA oil producers began to inject sea water into the wells to "goose" output. The ruse served to discredit the Peak Oil doomsayers. Now, the "chickens have come home to roost." After a decade-plus of salt water injection, the SA oil producers are unable to curb production without a severe degradation of the quality of the crude oil. Thus, it has to maintain production until the reserves are depleted. From all projections, that should occur within five years.

Once SA goes off-line, oil prices will rapidly spike upward. There will be no alternative sources of oil derivatives at that point in time because the low price for crude oil that is projected to continue along with overproduction will effectively crush all alternative oil production methods. We can now truly understand the "Western" drive toward a global conflagration. The entire financial "system" of the "West" will collapse once Peak Oil hits. All superficial forms of wealth are worthless as energy becomes scarce.

In the context of all that has been discussed, the reason that the Russian Federation and the People's Republic of China are being targeted is extremely clear. Humans appear to have a great inclination toward self-destruction. Aside from global thermonuclear war, we have the crises of overpopulation, global climate change, pollution, mass species extinction, to name a few. Mind you, those crises are set to converge at approximately the same time and cause a major chain reaction. Sadly, we have passed the point of no return. Self-destruction is imminent.

Another day in pseudo-paradise. After a long commute to town, I discovered that the water supply in the gym had to be shut off because the newly-installed sump pump failed just minutes prior. So, I procured an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop. Once I accessed the free wireless Net "hotspot," I continued to compose the "blog." Sadly, I rediscovered why the stock Web browser was initially abandoned. I cannot format text or create hyperlinks using the editing toolbar. The only solution, short of reinstating the Chrome browser, is to forgo or avoid all formatting. Is there no end to stupidity?

I ended up returning to Hawai'i early. I completed my cardio workout at the Hawai'i Kai gym and also took a shower there. I was planning to make the trek to Kahala for my evening outing, but I missed the desired bus by a couple of minutes. The next bus would have set me back 35 minutes, so I nixed the plan. Oh well.

Babylon Five

No evening outing last night. Weather was not the reason. I decided that I would rather return to Waimanalo early and spend even more time than usual on the Net. I first stopped off at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai in order to procure one greasy "value menu" item for dinner. Of course, I exploited the free wireless Net "hotspot" with the cheap "smartphone."

The attempted robbery of my valuables at the gym on Sunday has made me rethink my viewpoint of material possessions. Do I really need any material possessions at all? Obviously a ludicrous question. Yet, I have to wonder. Currently, I only own two things that are worth more than $80 (original retail value) ... the iPad® tablet computer and the Nissan® Frontier truck. That's it. Everything else, which isn't much, is worth a lot less.

Had I carried the iPad® with me on Sunday, I could have lost it through theft. Although I can easily replace it, I must always worry about whether it will be stolen or damaged. I am better off without it. And, if I end up having to survive in a homeless motorhome (read: minivan), then I certainly don't want to store it inside the vehicle. Why is petty theft becoming so prevalent? Could it be that all of the "high rollers" that I observe strutting around are actually just a paycheck or two away from homelessness? Could it be that they are "up to their ears" in debt just to present the imagery of affluence? and, could it be that the poor are just getting poorer?

According to an Oxfam report, the number of billionaires who control over fifty percent of global weath has dwindled down to 80 people in 2014 from 388 people just four years prior. The wealth of the "upper crust" is increasing exponentially and being concentrated in less hands, so to speak. What happens when just three people control that amount of wealth? By that time, the entire "one percent" will own the whole planet. The rest of us will simply be debtors and renters. People who "own" their homes outright should not fool themselves. They are still subject to repossession if property taxes become delinquent.

Some people may feel that I am over-reacting to situation that has built-in "checks and balances." Unfortunately, the global central banks have usurped all "checks and balances" with the tools of peon enslavement, that is, zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) and "quantitative easing" (QE). What people don't seem to understand is that the entire planet is functioning on debt alone. The interest and principle are payable to the "one percent." Even world governments are subservient to the debt holders, the creditors. There is so much debt that interest rates can never rise again over several lifetimes. Not to worry, the "one percent" still make huge profit when interest rates are close to zero percent. And, they truly benefit by the asset inflation and capital gains speculation that have been made possible by the near-free money.

My advice to anyone is ... Get out of Babylon! ... errr, I meant, plan for homelessness. Don't rent a place to live. Don't get stuck in a mortgage in order to "own" a place to live. Plan to emancipate yourself from wage slavery as soon as possible. Finally, severe all ties and move out of empire, if possible. Go where you can live cheaply. There's no escape from the global reach of the "one percent." However, there are places where what little money you have saved will allow you to at least enjoy life. So, why am I offering such advice?

Clearly, the "West" and its military arm are in decline. Extreme debt is what is fueling the entire "Western machine." Debt begets more debt, a deadly accelerating vortex that only increases in size and velocity. Once the entirety of "Western" society is encumbered in debt slavery as it is now, then debt saturation occurs. The "machine" begins to slow down and unwind, which threatens the entire foundation of the wealth of the "one percent." Regional wars, such as those created by "Western" powers in the Middle East, serve to buffer debt saturation temporarily. In other words, "We had to destroy the village to save it," by imposing new debt for reconstruction and regime change, all payable to the "one percent." Eventually, debt parity is achieved, which requires new "markets" of debt generation. We can see where that's going. Global limited thermonuclear war between the "Western" nuclear powers and the "Eastern" nuclear powers (i.e., People's Republic of China and the Russian Federation). First, it begins as a game of brinkmanship over a few contrived "hotspots." Then, it escalates to thermonuclear war. The "limited" aspect, as theorized by clinically insane "Western" war planners over 40 years ago, is that the "West" will be able to blitzkrieg the "East" into a quick surrender with a barrage of nuclear missiles (but not of sufficient number to cause a "Nuclear Winter"). Once the war is "won" by the "West," new debt markets will have emerged. The "one percent" will be placated ... for a short while. Insane, very insane.

Another day of the usual agenda and itinerary. No progress was made concerning the upcoming homeless decision. I did, however, discover that the difficulty with editing the "blog" is the fault of the Chrome browser, most likely a problem with its JavaScript engine. Editing works fine in the generic browser that is also installed on the cheap "smartphone." Can you believe it?

Hot

Composition of the "blog" using the cheap "smartphone" has been discontinued pending an investigation of the crappy Chrome browser. It seems that, after every software update of the browser, strange things happen in the Blogger® Web editor. The worst part is that typing text produces odd character streams. Deleting the characters also deletes unrelated embedded pictures. As it stands, embedding and resizing the pictures of hotties is a task onto itself. More grief is not needed.

The culprit could also be the crappy stock virtual keyboard. I have deleted all of its preferences as a precaution. Well, if the problem is the virtual keyboard, then the cheap "smartphone" is a "piece of shit" after all. I can install other virtual keyboards, so a solution could be found soon. Again, in the meantime, the cheap "smartphone" cannot be trusted with critical tasks. Unfortunately, due to the attempted theft yesterday at the gym, I will not bring the iPad® tablet computer with me to town anymore. Not even the new lock will assure me of safety from attempted theft.

As mentioned yesterday in the "blog," the next series of posts will simply be a photography album of young hotties. In other words, the content will be focused on pictures of young hotties. Any text will be filler material to maintain the look of a legitimate post. For example, peruse the young hotties in the picture above. Who would not want to do da wild thing with hotties like them?

Or, how about the hotties in the picture above? What is it about young hotties that causes the testosterone of old codgers to surge? Why do young hotties convert an old geezer into a "dirty old man"? And, let's face it. Hotties know that they are hotties. Why else would they wear such skimpy swimwear? Can they actually swim in those tiny outfits without the unintentional revealing of extremely curvy features? Of course, speaking as an old codger, I would be satisfied if a certain fitness and training hottie decided to come around.

Curves, and more curves. That's what makes a hottie even hotter. What do you say? I knew that you would agree. Imagine if the ol' lavahead had a curvy hottie to keep him company. Would he be consider homelessness? Would he be divesting all of his worldly possessions? Would he be wasting his time composing the "blog"? Would he claim to be a monk? Would he be "testing" the Vienna Sausage anymore? Or, would he doing da wild thing all day long with baby?

There are quite a few babes who wear tight workout outfits at the gym. Obviously, those tight outfits reveal the curviest features of hotties who wear them. When the ol' lavahead espies myriad gym hotties (especially a certain training and fitness hottie) wearing tight workout outfits, he experiences a surge of testosterone that magnifies his strength for the short-term. His endurance also increases. Why do hotties have such an effect on old codgers?

Oh baby! Hotties everywhere! So, that's a sample of the content that will accompany the pictures of hotties in the "blog" for several more postings. Heck, I may simply copy and paste the same text over and over again. Why not? It's not the text content that's important. The pictures of hotties is the main (and only) focal point. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. Time seems to stand still during the Hawai'i Kai visits, probably because moms never aged beyond 70 years. Moms has been 70 years old for the last 23 years. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for myself. Tomorrow, I will be aging as usual.

Robbery

Upon unequivocally embracing the cheap "smartphone" yesterday, I came to realize that the small iPad® mini 2 tablet computer is way too big and heavy to be considered portable. It is great for use in a home, or when adequate space is available in public areas. For a rational homeless guy, the iPad® may as well be a desktop computer. With that said, I am planning to limit the deployment of the iPad® to home-like environments only. Yes, even the VOIP phone idea has been shelved. The cheap "smartphone" will now assume full mobile responsibilities. And, were it not for the "blog," I could easily get by with the cheap "smartphone" alone.

There are days in which I feel that I am ready to assume the mantle of homelessness. Then, there are days in which I have serious doubts that I could last more than a week under such duress. Options are rapidly disappearing, though. As I mentioned previously in the "blog," room rental listing are dwindling, with monthly rents mostly above $1,000 per month. Once my temporary reprieve in Waimanalo is over, there will be only be homelessness awaiting me. Whether I am ready or not will be irrelevant at that point.

So, my upcoming task will be focused on locating possible undisturbed overnight parking spots for a homeless motorhome. Solitary camping in the open is out of the question, not even in emergency situations. I would be easy prey for the homeless predators who cruise around for victims late at night. All other homeless issues and logistics are trivial. I have already engineered solutions for the latter and former anyway. Right now, the "jury is still out" concerning the exact homeless timetable.

In any case, I have been configuring the cheap "smartphone" to be an all-in-one homeless appliance. For example, I can set the alarm to go off at the exact time that I must vacate the undisturbed overnight parking spot. The cheap "smartphone" will also suffice as a general purpose clock. The homeless motorhome will have charging ports, so the cheap "smartphone" can recharged on-board. No searching for "free" electricity. The "blog" will most likely be back on a sporadic schedule. So, the iPad® may then be divested or stored safely somewhere.

The usual itinerary and agenda was observed once again. Howver, the morning was marred by yet another break-in of my locker at the gym. I had dropped off my gym bag in a locker and walked to the snobbish coffee shop to procure an expensive cup of coffee. The place was packed with people, so I was not able to relax and connect to the Net through the free wireless "hotspot" with the cheap "smartphone." When I returned, I found my lock and gym bag missing. I reported the incident to Brandon, who was working at the front desk. With his assistance, the ruffled gym bag was located in a other locker. Nothing was stole, thank Molech. And, fortunately, I chose to not carry the iPad® with me today. Again, thank Molech.

Only my bus pass was in my gym bag at the time of the attempted robbery. The police were called, but nothing could be done. No one witnessed the travesty. So, I ended up purchasing a new, albeit quality, lock for $12 and some change. Sadly, not even the sight of a certain fitness and training hottie could bring redemption to the day. Baby was looking mighty fine by the way. Unfortunately, baby did not come around.

Anyway, no evening outing in Kahala again. Cancelled due to bad weather. I returned to Waimanalo early after procuring dinner in the Hawai'i Kai area. The landlord offered me leftovers from an earlier family get-together. How could I refuse?

On a side note, the crappy Chrome browser on the cheap "smartphone" is acting up. It is doing all kinds of strange things while I am attempting to compose the "blog." It is also deleting embedded pictures (i.e., hottie pictures). Very frustrating. So, the next 23 days of posts will simply be a photography album of hottie pictures. Any important developments will be stated in the last paragraph.

Gym

I had planned to mummify and divest the cheap "smartphone" this morning. However, I just couldn't bring myself to ride the bus from town to the huge discount electronics store in Iwilei. So, I ended up at the snobbish coffee shop for a cup of expensive coffee. While there, I connected to the free wireless Net "hotspot" and refilled the no-contract service subscription for the cheap "smartphone." At $35 per month, I really need to use the device to the fullest.

The main purpose of my jaunt to town is to exercise at the gym. Yeah, the commute from Waimanalo to Hawai'i Kai, then the bus ride to town, just to go to the gym in town. Even if I only remained in Hawai'i Kai for the day, the purpose would still be the same. Since I really have nothing else to do, or should I say that my options have been steadily diminished for me by oppression or stupidity, the gym is an all-inclusive activity.

I spend about three hours per day at the gym to exercise. I spend about Hottier or so in the weight room. Then, my cardio routine takes about 45 minutes. My shower runs about ten minutes to accomplish a thorough cleaning and exfoliation. Finally, I sit in one of the comfortable chairs adjacent to the front desk for a spell in order to cool off and prepare for the bus jouney back to Hawai'i Kai.WIIncidentally, when I am at the Hawai'i Kai gym, the routine is the same.

The gym is also the drop-off point for my gym bag. If I must be somewhere else for whatever reason, I put my gym bag in a locker and leave to perform those errands with only the necessities on me. The same holds true prior to my visit to the snobbish coffee shop. Of course, in the event that I elect to purchase a homeless motorhome, the gym will bbecome even more crucial to survival. I will have to stop in at least two more times daily daily just to service my hygienic needs.

Naturally, there are young hotties at the gym. That goes without saying. However, they are few and far between. Overall, there are more young hotties at the Hawai'i Kai gym than the one in town. And, the snobbish coffee shop has even more young hotties than either gym. Why is that? Anyway, as an old codger, the number of young hotties who are at the gym is irrelevant. And, when I refer to "young" hotties, I must clarify that even forty-something babes are young in comparison to my geriatric self. Sheesh!

That brings me to my favorite young hottie, a certain 45-year-old fitness and training hottie. Baby resembles the training babe in the picture above insofar as body type is concerned. Unfortunately, baby has not come around. Obviously, I will not be "saved." Woe is me!

No evening outing in Kahala. Cancelled due to bad weather again. I procured dinner at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai, the decision of which was skewed to the latter because of the availability of free wireless Net access. Then, I returned to Waimanalo earlier than usual.

By the way, the even cheaper cellphone that I was considering (and even cheaper service plan) was probably not a good deal. The included 60 minutes of "talk" time covers a span of three months. Obviously, the budget service plan is there primarily to provide a stable phone number and voicemail. I will eventually switch to that plan once the final decision about homelessness is in.

Pulchritude

I continue to be surprised at the breadth of the welfare state in Hawai'i. Yesterday, riding the bus in the early afternoon proved educational. Thebus was crowded. There were a handful of wage slaves and university students. Lots of senior citizens, too. However, the majority of passengers were unclassified. My guess is that they are on some kind of income entitlement program, either welfare or permanent disability. On any given day, there are thousands of income entitlement recipients milling about or loitering in various locations.

"Free" money (i.e., income), free food, free lodging, "free" health insurance, and more are all available to anyone who knows how to "game the system." That's why there are so many illegal and legal immigrants here. The homeless from the mainland empire are also flocking to the islands for the same reason. As you may recall, my homeless buddy had told me that the homeless from the mainland empire actually call their buddies to persuade them to come to Hawai'i. They quickly share the "tricks of the trade" in order to obtain "free" services immediately upon arrival. One of the bus drivers whom I know fairly well has confirmed that many new homeless candidates arriving at the airport know exactly where to go and what to do.

I, on the other hand, possess very little homeless wisdom. I have been able to acquire a few tips from my homeless buddy, thank Molech. Thus, I have learned many of the nefarious "tricks of the trade." Lying is the main tool. Personally, I have never been good at overt deception. So, I will not be able acquire "free" income and "free" services. Not to worry. I only require undisturbed long-term overnight parking, paid or otherwise, for the future homeless motorhome.

Other people spend all their time fiddling with their "smartphones." I now spend my time glancing at minivans passing by on the street or parked in various parking lots. In my mind, I have been working on a homeless motorhome itinerary to kerp the vehicle shaded and protected during the day. The missing link, of course, is where to find undisturbed overnight parking. Aside from the one paid (small and open) parking lot in A'ala Park, there are few street options. Beaches and parks are now closed at night and patrolled by the police. Parking structures have surveillance cameras and security guards on patrol. Street parking in residential neighborhoods is usually scrutinized by paranoid residents. Frankly, it's much easier to find a place to just camp out with a sleeping bag.

Camping out alone is very dangerous, though. The more astute homeless campers will share a spot with one or more homeless campers. Otherwise, a lone homeless camper is easy prey to predators, that is, other homeless guys who travel in packs of three. Their objective is thievery. Most of the "mysterious" deaths of homeless people occur when a robbery is botched. The victim is bludgeoned to death. So, when being robbed at night, a homeless victim should always act like he is fast asleep, not even flinching or making a sound.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. With heavy rain showers looming laye this afternoon, I decided to return to Waimanalo early. I figured that the rain would be worse on that side of the island, making the commute on the two-lane road a veritable nightmare. Surprisingly, the weather was fairly clear upon my arrival. No evening outing. Oh well.

Once back in Waimanalo, there's not much to do except immerse myself on the Net. It's hard not to realize that precious time is being squandered on a benign activity. Anyway, I spent the time working on the "blog." The cheap "smartphone" has been instrumental in expediting the posting process. It is much easier for me to compose the "blog" using the cheap device. It's going to difficult to mummify and divest it.

Oh, I don't know anymore. Is there any way that I could convert the "blog" to an album of pictures of young hotties. No text, no commentary. Just young hotties. Peruse all of the young hotties in the images above. Are any words necessary to augment the pictures? Is my inane chronicle any match for the sheer beauty and pulchritude of young hotties? Obviously not.

Engineering

I have lost interest in just about everything, from my evening outings to time spent on the Net. Even eating has become a laborious task. The move to Waimanalo and the associated changes in life-style have exacted a toll on the ol' lavahead. The face of stone is ready to crack. With each passing day, homelessness is seemingly more viable as an alternative. As it is, I am already a pariah. Why not just go all the way already?

On the other hand, I should report that my expenses have not increased as significantly as previously thought. Of course, I have only reviewed December 2014 (i.e., pre-Waimanalo) expenses. Nonetheless, I plan to perform a full audit of this month's expenses with an aggressive cost-cutting initiative to be instituted immediately afterward. Any money that is flowing outward and not producing any personal satisfaction must be cut off.

The preformatting of "blog" posts has been completed for now. There are now 23 preformatted posts in the queue, if you can believe it. Each post has seven pictures of young hotties, which requires eight paragraphs of text. Of course, more pictures of young hotties will be continuously added to the archive. So, there will always be pictures of young hotties in the "blog" while it is active. Naturally, that's all subject to change.

Incidentally, I have been exploring other avenues of homelessness in the possible case that the homeless motorhome plan becomes inoperable. The homeless shelter, the airport, all are viable options now. Homeless logistics will also come to the forefront as previous projections are rendered obsolete. Logistical details will surface in the "blog" in future posts.

The morning commenced with laundry chores. Then, the commute to Hawai'i Kai, scenic yet so opposed to my mendicant life-style. The daily itinerary had to be modified. I rode the bus to town, procured an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop, and performed half of my usual workout at the gym. Maintenance work on a sump pump required the closure of the showers in the locker room.

I rode the bus back to Hawai'i Kai at 1pm and arrving there a little over an hour later. I stopped off at the snobbish coffee shop to procure a $1 baked good special (sale runs January 15th to February 2nd). The hottie who was on-duty was friendly, quite a difference from the staff in town. Then, I was off to the gym to complete my cardio workout and take a shower.

My mind has been preoccupied with matters of significance and trivia. Impending homelessness weighed heavily on my mind. Trivial matters, such as the mummification of the cheap "smartphone" and its service plan, were annoyingly intrusive. What is most stupifying is that homeless people do not pre-plan their homeless adventure. Rather, they continue "business as usual" until the money runs out. No logistics, no contingencies. Some may pray to a mythical deity for help. In the end, they just end up on the street, penniless, with all of their worldly possessions at their side. The newly homeless who own vehicles would have homeless motorhomes at their disposal. I am apparently the only person who must engineer his homelessness.

Anyway, I rode an earlier bus to Kahala to make a dentist appointment in person. I intended to stay there for my evening outing. However, I felt out of place in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I may be joining the ranks of the homeless in about a month. What do I have in common with the affluent people there? Absolutely nothing.

Grease

I departed for Hawai'i Kai from Waimanalo earlier than usual to connect to an earlier bus to town. Naturally, the bus was five minutes earlier than scheduled. So, I missed the connection. I suppose that even the bus drivers assume that everyone has a "smartphone" with an unlimited data plan in order to constantly check the GPS arrival times. The bus ride to town was annoying. The passengers, regardless of social class, are barbaric in behavior. A 1.5 hour bus ride becomes a nightmare of epic proportions.

Being set back by missing an intended bus really disrupts any planned agenda. Thirty minutes makes a big difference. In such a scenario, I am forced into the default agenda and itinerary once I arrive in town. The real problem, of course, is that my mobile starting point is Hawai'i Kai, which is at the East periphery of Honolulu. Very inconvenient, to say the least.

As I mentioned previously in the "blog," I must pack for both day and evening outings prior to lraving Waimanalo. Once I complete my agenda in town, I must ride the bus back to Hawai'i Kai drop off my day "stuff" (i.e., gym bag) in my vehicle. I must also remove any wet clothing and towels to lay out to prevent moldy odors. Then, I must transfer the necessities to my sackpack prior to embarking on my evening outing. It all seems ridiculous, but that's the procedure. If that sounds like a homeless guy living out of his automobile ... well, the homeless motorhome (i.e., minivan) would be a better option. Most people wouldn't think twice about simply driving everywhere. The automobile has become a prosthetic extension of the foot.

With that said, I have mummified my search for rental housing in town. Room rentals are extremely expensive (i.e., $800 to $1,200) and sparse. And, no one seems to want a geriatric fool for a housemate either. Only thirty-somethings and below need apply. Apartment rentals are not available to me because I have no verifiable income. Monthly rent is extremely high (i.e., $1,000 to $1,500 for a studio). Vehicle parking often incurs yet another monthly expense of at least $100 per month. No, thanks.

The studio in Waimanalo is actually a good deal. Anything equivalent in town would command about $1,100 per month for rent minimum. Unfortunately, the situation is temporary. Given the landlord's past behavior, I could be given notice to vacate at any time. That's not a problem for me because I would already be homeless on the street if the landlord did not offer me the temporary accommodations. For that, I am grateful.

Actually, the studio in Waimanalo would be perfect for a retired "homebody," someone who spends a lot of time at home sleeping, convalescing, or sitting in front of the shrine-like tube. However, that's just not me. My daily activities are limited, but I just cannot allow myself to vegetate in a tomb-like room for very long. In addition, I have only a handful of "good years" before I become a convalescent "basket case."

Returning to Hawai'i Kai from town in the afternoon is about as bad as in the morning. I have been riding the express bus with the wage slaves. Not a great experience. The Hawai'i Kai wage slaves are no better behaved than their barbaric peon brethren. Clearly, the breakdown of social order in empire has been long in the making. Little wonder why the "one percent" have invoked police state tyranny to combat the fools.

Once back in Hawai'i Kai, I was too fatigued to make the evening trek to Kahala. Instead, I drove my vehicle to the other half of Hawai'i Kai. Dinner was courtesy the fast food joint. Greasy "value menu" items yet again. Well, at least I ordered a healthy side salad to neutralize the grease. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Critical Juncture

I vowed to make preparations to reduce the "blog" to sporadic updates. Part of the problem was the inclusion of pictures of hotties, specifically the huge archive that had been amassed. So, last night, I commenced the arduous task of pre-formatting several "blog" posts. Well, there are so many pictures of hotties that I was not even halfway through the archive after three hours of work. In short, the "blog" is a real "pain in the ass." Granted, I will be rethinking the purpose and future duration of the "blog."

I have been using the cheap "smartphone" to expedite the pre-formatting of the "blog," if you can believe it. I am attempting to exploit the device before it is deprecated and mummified, possibly as early as this week. I have not used the cheap "smartphone" to make calls or transmit text messages. Nor have I used the data portion of my service plan. Yet, I realized that I am gradually adapting the device as a permanent fixture of convenience, at least in my mind. Left unchecked, my dependence on the device would deem it a necessity. Nothing could be further from the truth. It is nothing more than a modern gadget that both enslaves the user and fills a void that doesn't exit.

I departed for Hawai'i Kai a little earlier than usual. The commute along the rugged coastline is worthy compensation for the longer time span involved. My frustration with the long commute is only personal. Other rank-and-file peons have had to make similar sacrifices in time and convenience as a "fact of life." They have no choice. I have been so used to the convalescent life-style that any inconvenience is looked upon as a personal affront. Nonetheless, the connection to the bus route to town was made effortlessly. I arrived in town with plenty of time to restore my extreme monk haircut and procure an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop. The daily agenda and itinerary were maintained with moderate integrity.

I am still on-track to meet the arbitrary motorhomelessness deadline in a little over a month, whether I choose to do so or not. As stated previously, the cheap "smartphone" will be replaced by an even cheaper device with a budget service plan. Then, the iPad® tablet computer will assume most telecommunications functions. I have continued to pare down my material possessions such that everything would fit in the one small piece of luggage. The potential homeless motor home, the minivan, would not be stuffed to capacity with crap. There would be ample space to sleep in the cargo area. Other logistics are still being ruminated upon. The lengthiest part of the decision process will be the search for undisturbed overnight parking.

Sleep has always been an issue for me. Quality sleep, that is. I have discovered that quality sleep is simply unattainable on O'ahu. The population density, as discussed previously in the "blog," is the culprit. Too many people in close proximity, too much noise. Even in Waimanalo, quality sleep eludes me. Mind you, Waimanalo is extremely quiet compared to town. However, the racket from the nearby chicken farm commences at 5am. And, the landlord and family are up and about by 5:30am. I am already awake, too. I have been so well-trained over the years by intrusive noises that I simply cannot sleep beyond six hours. And, that's probably all that I can expect during the homeless motorhome experience.

My goal of divesting my current motor vehicle seems ludicrous considering that it only has 21,000 miles of usage on it. However, a few major costs are coming up including the ridiculous $360 registration fee and long overdue maintenance. If I were to find adequate rental housing in town, though, there will not be any covered parking available. So, a new vehicle purchase would be ludicrous. Ideally, in that circumstance, no vehicle is the best option. Unfortunately, I must have a vehicle in order to transport moms and I around Hawai'i Kai during my visitation days. And, as I have stated previously in the "blog," the rental housing options from Kaimuki to Hawai'i Kai are nearly non-existent. Room rentals, I neglected to mention, have only been available to people in their twenties or thirties (years of age). Age discrimination, you think? So, I am at a critical juncture.

Fatigue did not stop me from embarking on the evening outing to Kahala, although I was only there long enough to procure my dinner at the sandwich shop and fast food joint. I didn't even bother going into the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I don't know whether I will resume the daily evening jaunt to Kahala, though.

When I returned to Waimanalo, I resumed the preformatting of the "blog." That is, embedding the hundreds of pictures of young hotties into the posts. Very tedious. Yes, you are seeing the fruits of my labor right here!

Deliberations

No evening outing in Kahala last night. Instead, I procured a delicious salad for dinner at the fast food joint in Aina Haina once again. I also continued to compose the "blog" using the cheap "smartphone" while connected to the free wireless Net "hotspot." Of course, what was really on my mind is the upcoming decision to go homeless in style (i.e., motorhomelessness).

The real issue is that I do not fit into society-at-large. I have owned a townhouse and a condo, both of which were uncomfortable to me in a variety of ways. Debt slavery, of course, weighed heavily on my mind. However, I have no use for a "home." I simply need a place to sleep. I don't particularly care to sit all day in a "home" either. I can't even properly relax in a "home." Rental housing is another pathetic story. Renting a dump under any condition, be it a single room or a whole apartment, is the antithesis of a "home."

Driving a motor vehicle is taken for granted by the masses of empire. Rich or poor, if they can afford an automobile, they drive it everywhere. Paying $50 or $100 at the petrol pump every week is a given, a mindless activity at best. For me, a motor vehicle is an extremely costly luxury. Thus, a return to commuting every day by driving to Hawai'i Kai has been a real shock to me. It's not instinctive. So, I am extremely uncomfortable. Paying so much for petrol every week has been equally shocking.

Using any kind of phone has become alien to me. I just don't like talking on the device. The proliferation of cellphones and "smartphones" never sat well with me. Aside from the dislike of the devices, I am also not particularly pleased with being tetheted to costly service plans like a slave. For other people, a cellphone is necessity. Few would even question the need for the device. Thus, they will spend exorbitant sums of money for a premium "smartphone" and unlimited service plans. My limited $35 per month no-contract cellphone service plan was a shock to me. I cannot even bear to pay that amount because I do not use any of the services.

There are so many more examples of why I am a pariah. Essentially, I just don't fit in. My ways are diametrically opposed to the modern life-style of empire. I am not a rampant consumer. I am not inclined to follow fads or other social phenomena. I am also not a conformist, blind or otherwise. My only goal is to escape the snares of empire and society. Freedom is what I desperately seek.

Curiously, my homeless buddy is a pariah of sorts, too. He does not fit into society-at-large. He is homeless by choice, and not only because he wants to survive "on the cheap." He didn't care for the accommodations at the Chinatown dormitory even though it was far better than the Next Step homeless shelter. Oddly, my homeless buddy has never been one of the street homeless as far as I know. Prior to his time at Next Step, he slept in his old minivan that was parked in a church parking lot in Mano'a for several years. He really liked that minivan, he told me. Well, my homeless buddy isnow officially one of the street homeless (even though he is camping at the airport).

Well, I have been perusing the rental housing listings. Very disappointing. Only a handful of rooms were available for rent in the East O'ahu area. The rental situation is grim, but I have already predicted as much. I am currently in the best rental scenario, even though it is in Waimanalo. The only alternative is motorhomelessness. So be it. I will begin investigating any leads concerning undisturbed overnight parking for the homeless motorhome.

When my homeless buddy returns from Vietnam, he said that he wants to purchase a cheap "pre-owned" minivan and join me in motorhomelessness. I began to wonder whether I should purchase a "pre-owned" (read: used) minivan, but a late model. The idea is questionable because a minivan is usually the "family car" (i.e., offspring and pets as passengers). Of course, a new luxury minivan may be subject to crime and vandalism in the typical motorhomeless environment. More deliberations on the matter are required.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. No evening outing to Kahala. I was just too fatigued. By the way, the bus ride from Hawai'i Kai to Kahala takes 30 minutes one-way. Can you see why I have refrained from going there for the past few days. Aina Haina takes 20 minutes by bus, which isn't any better. Sadly, there isn't much of anything in Hawai'i Kai. I ended up at the "Mexican" fast food joint for an early dinner. So overpriced, so mediocre. And, a strange heatwave commenced sometime this afternoon. I was rendered even more groggy, so I returned to Waimanalo right after the lousy dinner.

Airport

Yesterday, I discussed the population density of the island of O'ahu. Mind you, the actual population density is much higher in economically disenfranchised areas and lower in affluent neighborhoods. Needless to say, for rank-and-file peons, overcrowding is synonymous with noise, high crime, high stress, duress, chronic illnesses, and insanity. There's no escape without obscene wealth. I, the ol' lavahead, am stuck in that quagmire.

With that said, I am planning to continue the daily format of the "blog" until the end of the month of January. That's when the queue of pictures of hotties should be close to zero. Then, the "blog" will return to sporadic postings. I am also planning to concurrently end my tenure at the expensive and snobbish coffee shop in town. Less "blog" posts means less need to access free wireless Net "hotspots." And, less money spent on a mediocre experience.

The cheap "smartphone" and its associated service will be mummified as soon as I can secure an extremely cheap cellphone and even cheaper service plan. Sadly, the cheap "smartphone" has proven to be an excellent device. In fact, I compose most of the "blog" posts on it. And, I often view the RT news stream on it. Unfortunately, the service fee is $35 per month. Way too high for services that I don't even use.

I am still contemplating whether to remain in Hawai'i Kai for the entire day, even purchasing my dinner there, rather than go to town and to the Kahala in the evenings. I would not need a bus pass. That would save me $60 per month. I don't know. Remaining in the Hawai'i Kai area exclusively all day just doesn't seem appealing. However, I might add that I have curtailed the number of evening outings to Kahala per week. Even when I do embark on the trek to Kahala, I leave earlier than usual. Frankly, the constant commuting by bus is fatiguing. For now, though, the "jury is still out" concerning the matter.

The official homeless motorhome has been chosen, by the way. Believe it or not, the tentative homeless motorhome is the Nissan® Quest S minivan. It is not a "looker," but it has many features that would appeal to a homeless guy. Now that the vehicle selection is done, I must begin the search to locate undisturbed overnight parking spots. Even paid monthly parking in a parking structure is fine as long as there are no intrusions by overzealous security guards.

I departed for Hawai'i Kai earlier than usual this morning. Very nice commute, by the way. While waiting for the bus in Hawai'i Kai, I observed the automobiles that were driving by, the occupants of which were mostly well dressed. I assumed that they were going to church. Religion is apparently taken very seriously in Hawai'i. Heck, I have counted five fairly large churches in Waimanalo so far. Can you believe it?

Once in town, I ran into my homeless buddy. Yes, he's homeless again. He has been sleeping at the airport along with quite a few other homeless. Many tourists also sleep at the airport while waiting for stand-by flights. So, it's best to blend in with the tourists. I mentioned that I am tentatively planning to purchase a minivan to use as a homeless motorhome. My homeless buddy suggested a couple of places that appear to be available for undisturbed overnight parking. He also said that he would purchase a minivan and join me once he return from his visit to Vietnam. He is slated to leave in February and will be gone for four months.

Of course, I may also consider the airport as a "camping" option. The homeless motorhome seems to be a better low-profile option, though. In any case, I will be chronicling the progress (term used loosely) toward homelessness, or motorhomelessness. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Well, I will be keeping a lower profile for the rest of the day.

Density

In some respects, I didn't mind returning to Waimanalo earlier than usual yesterday. I was fatigued. The common cold, while diminishing, has exacted a toll on my body. The landlord invited me to partake of the leftovers from dinner when I returned from the excursion to "downtown" Waimanalo. I spent the rest of the evening on the Net, viewing the [deleted] news stream and composing the "blog." No surprise, eh?

Why can't I just stay at "home" every evening like everyone else? Well, I don't really have a "home," for one thing. And, there really isn't anything for me to do in my rental mausoleum except to devote all of my time to Net-related activities. Not much better than worshipping the tube like a shrine, eh?

To be perfectly honest, I become very anxious and extremely claustrophobic in tight quarters (i.e., most coffin-like rental housing units). Knowing that I am wasting the remainder of my "good years" because of economic disenfranchisement further exacerbates the problem. Freedom is always on my mind. After I deplete my "good years," I will have plenty of time to vegetate in front of the tube in a small coffin-like "home."

Perhaps that is the reason why I always default to the homeless option as a viable solution to most problems. Homelessness represents the ultimate freedom, unfortunately in theory only. In reality, homelessness is dangerous and unhealthy because economic disenfranchisement reduces the homeless to survival-based animals. Freedom is usurped by predators, usually other homeless people. Even with a homeless motorhome (i.e., minivan), safety or peace of mind cannot be guaranteed. Yet, freedom from exorbitant slum rents, or mortgage payments and property taxes, is true emancipation from slavery.

I am not rushing into homelessness by any means. I have learned from my mistakes involving impulsive decision-making. I must be assured that I can secure undisturbed overnight parking for the homeless motorhome. Unfortunately, the surveillance gauntlet of empire has completely proliferated every habitable space on the island. Surveillance cameras, security guards, and police are everywhere. Yet, their collective purpose is to protect the rights and property of the "one percent." The rest of us be damned.

This morning, the commute from Waimanalo to Hawai'i Kai took 20 minutes. The bus trip from Hawai'i Kai to town ... two hours. Two passengers in wheelchairs and a couple of psychotic individuals were the culprits. What will the bus rides be like in five years? A lot worse, I am certain. Driving a motor vehicle to commute around town seems like an obvious alternative, that is, until parking the vehicle becomes a consideration. Paid parking in most parking structures costs about $7 per hour. Yet, people seem to have plenty of money to afford such a luxury. Fortunately, most shopping areas have free parking. However, a lot of time is spent circling the parking lot to find an available space. Oh, the madness!

Previously in the "blog," I estimated that the number of immigrants (documented and undocumented, domestic and international, legal and illegal) is about 20,000 per year. In five years, the population in the islands, primarily O'ahu, would increase by 100,000 (not including resident newborns). I am really having a difficult time imagining the human landscape with so many new people in close proximity. Remember, the island of O'ahu is only about 44 miles by 30 miles in area (actually 597 square-miles), with most of the land mass occupied by mountain ranges. There are about one million people on O'ahu, according to "official" counts. So, the average population density is 1,675 people per square-mile, not including the transient tourist population. The real population density is obviously higher. Then, factor out the non-habitable spaces. The population density would be upward revised to 3,350 people per square mile. "Island fever," you think? Can you understand why mental illness is so prevalent here?

No evening outing in Kahala again. I stopped off in Aina Haina and purchase a delicious salad at the fast food joint there. My weight is inching upward for some reason. I am close to 148 pounds now. Very strange since my eating habits and exercise regimen have not changed. Oddly, the weight pattern is reminiscent of one year ago. I was gaining weight. Then, I began to mysteriously shed pounds. That's when I ended up at the emergency room at the hospital after a severe bout of heart palpitations.  Let's hope that history is not going to repeat itself. Sheesh!

Randomness

My excursion through Kalihi yesterday was less than enlightening. The entire landscape from Chinatown onward is the base for nearly the entire island's public housing (read: "projects"). As I stated previously, people in the area look and act like hungry roaches, always fighting for the crumbs that fall from above. In a few years, the population of the area will increase exponentially, again quite similar to the roach species. I would not be surprised to learn that people are living ten or twenty per room in both public and regular rental housing. The impoverished class will continue to grow and fester in an area that probably decrease in size.

The "ownership society" will eventually subsume the impoverished area. The impoverished, who will continue to actively breed, will be forced into an even smaller area. Eventually, more homeless will be spawned from the intolerable population density. Did I mention the sheer number of automobiles parked and driving around in the area?

Of course, traffic and parking problems are almost universal across the island. Even in posh Hawai'i Kai, there are vehicles parked everywhere. Some homes have five or six cars that are a conspicuous part of the family. The reason, of course, is that most households are multi-generational, much like the more impoverished neighborhoods.

The automobile dealerships are overstocked with vehicles. I couldn't help but wonder whether those vehicles would be sold. Thousands of new vehicles, ready to roll in already congested roads. Everyone wants an automobile, from teenagers to immigrants. No one wants to ride the bus. An automobile is a sign of affluence and status. Some of the potential automobile owners are probably unaware that their new vehicles may end up being homeless motorhomes.

The snobbery in town has become quite pronounced and usually perpetrated by the haoles. The more affluent locals have assimilated, becoming quite snobbish as well. The lower class of locals have transformed into urban warriors, complete with warrior tatoos and beligerent troglodyte attitudes. Little wonder why there have been increasing violent clashes between the snobs and the warriors. Not to worry, the "aloha spirit" has been dead for decades anyway.

By the way, I have recalculated my petrol expense using recent falling prices as a guide. I will be using approximately $100 more petrol per month since moving to Waimanalo. So, including rent for housing, I am still paying out about $100 to $250 less than rent alone in town. For now, that's not too bad. There are other ways that I could cut expenses even more. I could mummify my morning coffee binge and save $42 per month. I could also restrict my movements to Hawai'i Kai and eliminate the need for a $60 monthly bus pass. I could also mummify the $35 per month cellphone service. Should I? Would I? Could I?

Usyal Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. I was fairly fatigued after completing my usual workout at the gym, so I returned to Waimanalo before 6pm. No evening outing in Kahala. The buses were running about 20 minutes late, which further supported my decision. With enough daylight remaining, I walked to "downtown" Waimanalo. There aren't too many shops, but enough to serve the community. Lots of real locals were milling about. There was a homeless guy sleeping in front of one of the closed shops. For a brief moment, I thought that I was in Wai'anae. Sheesh!

Waimanalo has really grown in size. Not the shopping area, but the residential blocks. There is even a new suburban development under way across the shopping area. Quite disconcerting. Soon, there won't be one parcel of land that isn't developed for housing. Time is rapidly running out for the ol' lavahead.

Forum

Well, I suppose that the time is ripe to entertain a few burning questions. Actually, we've discussed the before. However, a review is good. First, why not just "bite the bullet" and return to wage slavery? I am sixty years old and subject to covert age discrimination. I have been emancipated from wage slavery for about eight years. No employment history or income for eight years usually translates to "hardcore unemployable."

I could seek part-time work, but I would disqualify myself from receiving entitlement healthcare benefits. "Out of pocket" health insurance for people in my age group incur premiums of $500 upward depending on the quality of the plan. I would have to pay about $1,000 per month for a plan equivalent to my current coverage. Little wonder why employers coerce older wage slaves to retire early.

Second, why not return to wage slavery in order to pay the exorbitant housing rents? I am not employable for the reasons stated previously. And, who would be insane enough to pay $800 to $1,000 per month for a small room? Also, consider the agony of paying that much money and being required to tolerate the behavior of other tenants in close proximity. I could, of course, purchase another condominium. That would only open up another "can of worms." That issue has been discussed elsewhere in the "blog."

Third, why not just pack up and move back to the mainland empire? I returned to Hawai'i after being away for 27 years mainly to insure that I could spend time with my parents. However, I never expected moms to survive so long. That is the conundrum, isn't it? And, that is why I am still here. Anything could happen at any time, so I do not want to be far away when something happens

Moms could survive for another 10 to 15 years because moms has not aged much since 20+ years ago. It is as if moms is stuck at a perpetual 70 years of age. No prosthetics, no medications, no dementia. I have attributed the relative youthfulness to a healthy diet and a string will to survive the mythical "Armageddon." Frankly, moms' religious fanaticism is the proverbial "fountain of youth." Moms' entire life is devoted to serving a fictional deity. Every action and thought is carefully crafted in order to gain increasing redemption toward the goal of "eternal life." Thus, I would not be surprised if moms continues on until 120 years of age.

That's going to be a difficult situation for me. When moms turns 120 years old (and still waiting for "Armageddon," I might add), I will be 87 years old, if I am even alive at that time. What I have stated sounds ludicrous, I know. Yet, the possibility of moms living to be 120 years old is quite real.

Sadly, I don't expect Hawai'i to remain in stasis. It's bad now. In five years, Hawai'i (primarily O'ahu) will be a complete hellhole. The population is increasing rapidly, mostly through immigration (documented and undocumented, domestic and international, legal and illegal). Homelessness will become a significant demographic, which will provoke adverse reactions. Motor vehicles will proliferate to the point of absurdity. Overcrowding will come to the forefront and metastasize into several crises, housing being a major one.

Fourth, why not just stay in Waimanalo? My stay in Waimanalo is really just a courtesy on the part of the landlord. I am staying there temporarily until I can find a long-term situation in Honolulu proper. There is the possibility that I could continue to rent the studio for a few more months, up to a year maybe. Then, I would be back in the same predicament (i.e., contemplating homelessness as a viable solution).

This morning, I finally made the trek to another automobile dealership, this time in Kalihi. The ride to and from town on the Route 1 bus is always educational in a perverse kind of way. The future of the rank-and-file peons can be visually assimilated by a simple bus ride. People look and act like roaches, always fighting for the crumbs left by the "owners" of their borrowed leech-like existence. Anyway, I was ignored by the dealership's sales staff as expected. I looked around, acquired a couple of minivan brochures, and departed. Now, I must search for potential overnight parking places.

Implosion

Can I ever return to a "normal" life-style again? That's the big question, isn't it? I had been so locked in a backwards monastic life-style such that change came as a real "shock to the system." My immediate reaction was to plan for homeless deployment. Homelessness is not a desirable state to me, but it always seems to be the default solution. Why?

I have never really adapted to modern life (i.e., rampant materialism) very well. I tried hard to fit in, but the incongruence was too pronounced. Now, I am a pariah. I cannot willingly accept the "mainstream" excesses of unchecked desires. I am basically a simple being. Complexity unnerves me. As an engineer, I am even more unnerved. Complexity requires constant maintenance. In other words, complexity is akin to slavery. I have long ago grown weary of being a slave to anyone or anything.

I am also a rational being. Thus, I am trying to understand how a room the size of a coffin could be worth paying $1,000 per month. As I am only spending time in my rental space to sleep, I am again puzzled by the need to dole out so much money for such a small space for only a few hours per day. I don't really "live" in my so-called living space. I rapidly become claustrophobic in tiny areas. And, since I don't worship the tube like a shrine, I have nothing to do to pass the idle time. So, I end up on the Net. Not a very redeeming form of activity either. That is why the homeless conundrum keeps popping up as a real issue.

Net addiction is a big problem for me, just as it is for most of the population. Even though I have pared down the list of acceptable Web sites, I spend far too much time on the Net. Of course, I am addicted to the [deleted] live news stream. However, most of my time on the Net is expended on the "blog." Hard to believe, eh? Even while I am viewing RT news, I am actively composing the "blog." Thus, I am enslaved to the "blog." Only homelessness can emancipate me. Well, a certain fitness and training hottie, could emancipate me as well, but baby refuses to come around. What kind of savior is that? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

This morning, I had planned to visit at least one automobile dealership. Unfortunately, I arrived in town later than expected. Traffic was bad. So, the bus arrived in town behind schedule. Nothing new. I should be accustomed to being late by now. Obviously, the agenda and itinerary were not modified. A other expensive cup of coffee shop was in order. The rest of the day? We already "know the drill."

From what I understand, the State House of Representatives has passed Bill 535 which calls for overnight parking accommodations to be made available to the homeless people who own automobiles (read: homeless motorhomes). I will have to inquire with various homeless advocacy groups to discover the status of the legislation. I cannot make a final decision unless I am assured of acceptable overnight parking specifically for homeless motorhomes.

Well, I will most likely be discussing many more pertinent issues that have "forced my hand." I have already described many of the problems that afflict Hawai'i and are unique to the locale. Solutions that are workable in the mainland empire are often unfeasible here. Hawai'i, I'm afraid, is ready to implode. And, implode it will, in a big way.

Comments Mini-Update®
Upon clearing the settings of the iPad® tablet computer, I have discovered that replies to comments can be posted once again.

Surveillance Mini-Update®
The Google® surveillance robot is at it again. Spying on the "blog" occurred at 10:00pm HST. When will the surveillance foolishness end?

Impulse

Last night, as I walked through the parking lot of the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I observed a couple of minivans that were homeless motorhomes. The "tenants" were asleep in the vehicles. The telltale sign, of course, was the completely packed interior, which was only visible upon closer scrutiny. Later, back in Waimanalo, I performed an informal search for possible parking lots that could serve as the base for a homeless motorhome. Nada. I will have to consult with people more knowledgeable on the matter.

As it stands, I have tentatively set the date to go homeless in a to-be-determined homeless motorhome. I am looking at March 1st at the latest, but that's subject to change. I may be forced to remain in Waimanalo to buy some time. In fact, I may end up either keeping the current vehicle or purchasing a smaller commuter automobile. Homelessness may prove to be unviable, a distinct possibility considering the homeless epidemic in progress across the entire island. At the current rate of homeless proliferation, I am expecting severe Draconian measures to be invoked in the near future to forcefully reduce the homeless population or, at least, corral the homeless into an open-air prison of sorts.

I have made several impulsive decisions in the recent past (e.g., Chinatown dormitory) which resulted in some kind of fiasco. A more prudent course would have been to investigate more options (i.e., look "outside the box") before making a decision. Cost is not always an important factor either. Many times, I have been "saved" in the "eleventh hour." Being offered decent rental accommodations in Waimanalo is an example. Unfortunately, my real savior, a certain fitness and training hottie, has not come around. When will baby come around? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

The common cold is still ravaging the oversized cranium. The nauseating post-nasal drip will not stop. Thus, I am coughing, choking, and gagging all day and night. That's kind of like the perpetual old man noises emanating from old codgers, eh? Perhaps I no longer suffer from a bout of the common cold. Maybe I have been indoctrinated into the debilitated core of the senior citizens club. Oh Molech, have mercy!

This morning, I stopped by the Honda® dealership in town, actually the only automobile dealership in downtown. Very convenient since the bus stop (that I alight at) is in front of the building. Needless to say, no one would assist me, no less look in my direction. I actually had to ask for assistance, and that was only offered with reluctance. The sheer snobbery was appalling. There's no doubt that I was "profiled" as a homeless derelict, no doubt looking for a restroom to wash myself. I am privy to that kind of snobbery everywhere, including the coffee shop. Do I look the part? I guess so.

Although I spoke of options just prior, I can honestly state that there are very few of them available for sixty-year-old codgers. Most of the room rentals that are available exclude the geriatric demographic. Old folks need not apply. Renting my own place requires verifiable income, of which I have none. Yeah, I really "painted myself into a corner," eh? Options depleted. At least I know that, once I "fork out" the cash at any snobbish automobile dealership, I will take ownership of a new luxury minivan immediately. There will still be some snobbishness involved because taking out a loan (read: debt slavery) is much more desirable to the swindlers ... errr, sales personnel ... than cash.

Rehearsal

I have commenced the search for a luxury minivan using the Net, while concurrently checking the room rental listings. Whoa! Luxury minivans are now in the $30,000 range. Room rentals for East O'ahu range from $700 to $1,500 per month, depending on location, amenities, and condition of the premises. If I can recover the maximum resale value for the Nissan® Frontier truck, then I may only have to hand over about $15,000 in cash for a new luxury minivan. Why not look for a "pre-owned" (read: "used") minivan? Well, the "pre-owned" vehicles are only about $1,000 less for last year's models. The cost of the minivan is actually superfluous. Using the minivan as a homeless motorhome would see cost recovery in just 1.5 years.

Of course, the most obvious question is: why not just move out of Hawai'i? Yes, that's and obvious solution. However, my sole purpose for being in Hawai'i has been to spend time with my parents, especially considering that I had been residing on the mainland empire for 27 years. I arrived with adequate time to see pops before he passed on. Much to my surprise, moms has lived into her nineties. Moms longevity is most likely attributed to a healthy diet and a strong will to live through the religious myth known as "Armageddon." Therefore, I am finding myself going through creative financial acrobatics in order to survive in the modern day Rapa Nui known as Hawai'i. The duration of my survival plan may have to span another ten or more years. Yes, moms could live to be over 100 years old.

Last night, my evening outing in Kahala ended fairly early. I was back in Waimanalo by 7:30pm. The landlord invited me into the house for dessert. The landlord treats me quite well. Just the other day, the landlord gave me some clothes that the son had left there. The clothes fit just fine. And, when one of the rascal dogs chewed up my slippers (read: slippahs), the landlord replaced them immediately. The landlord also told me that Alan is paying $1,000 per month to rent a room with a private half-bath from his buddy. The rent for the house, as Alan had stated previously, is $2,500 per month. Alan is being swindled, but he is too oblivious to realize what's happening.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. I mentioned the homeless motorhome plan to moms, with the hope of not causing any undue worrying. Anyway, during the course of the day, I had mixed feelings about that ridiculous plan. Nevertheless, I plan to visit a few automobile dealerships and peruse the inventories of minivans and other vehicles. I am also planning to list my vehicle for sale on-line and purchase a sign to place on the rear window.

I spent quite a bit of time looking at various minivans and other alternative vehicles as they drove by me or in the various parking lots that I found myself during the day. My previous goal was to rid myself of a motor vehicle and free myself of all the associated costs. Now, I am contemplating a move in the opposite direction and incurring even greater expenses. Obviously, that is cause for great consternation. Of course, I never expected moms to outlive the useful life of my present vehicle either.

I was back at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala for the usual evening outing. As you have guessed, I must pack for the entire day and evening when I leave for Waimanalo in the morning. Everything is stuffed in my vehicle. So, I must lay out my wet gym gear in the vehicle and gather my evening outing gear before rushing to the bus stop. Lots of confusion ensues. Sometimes, during the changeover, I forget to pack or misplace something. Very frustrating. However, the scenario is an accurate rehearsal of the homeless life-style. I wonder if I could really survive homelessness.

Surveillance Mini-Update®
The Google® surveillance robot is at it again. Spying on the "blog" occurred at 1:30pm HST. When will the surveillance foolishness end?

Laugh

Everything would be just fine if I could restrict my movements to just Waimanalo and Kailua. Then, I could travel by bus freely with no time constraints. Unfortunately, that's not going to happen. Yet, there will have to be some kind of compromise if my stay in Waimanalo becomes an extended one. Otherwise, I will need to start training to be a versatile and effective homeless guy. Sheesh!

Last night, I returned to Waimanalo about an hour earlier than usual because I did not make the trek to Kahala. I procured dinner at the L&L Drive-In in Hawai'i Kai. Then, I wasted time by loitering at the fast food joint in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. Was the experience any better than that of the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala? Not really. What's really happening is that I am searching for a proxy to fill a void in the social context of my life. I am close to no one. I have long ago lost track of friends and acquaintances. Now, I only know people with whom I engage in "small talk."

The morning commute to town from Waimanalo seemed to start off fine. Very scenic, sparse traffic. However, once I arrived in Hawai'i Kai, the situation changed drastically. The bus was 15 minutes late. Then, through the course of more idiocy, I ended up arriving in town later than the next bus (which is scheduled 30 minutes later). It was as though I stepped into a time warp. The whole day, or what was left of it, was subsequently in disarray. Rather than become "unglued," I simply capitulated to fate.

My mood was another story. The whole Waimanalo situation was already bearing a heavy load on my mind. And, the nagging desire, albeit foolish, to go homeless was not making matters better. So, I purchased an expensive cup of coffee at the coffee shop in town and composed the "blog" while connected to the free wireless Net "hotspot." The time was late. I had already missed my opportunity to peruse a certain fitness and training hottie at the gym. Yeah, the whole day was ruined.

Really, what is left but to go homeless? I am down to nothing, both materially and "spiritually." My morale has dipped into the negative region. And, to top it all off, I am seriously questioning my life-style of the past decade or two. Did I make a serious judgmental error? Of course, I have to wonder why I am ruminating over the past when time has already run out to reverse my course. Perhaps homelessness in a luxury minivan is my only redemption. I would live in the irony of squalor. The contradictions would be so distinct, such that a dichotomy of reality would be inevitable. It would be so ludicrous, so funny, that I would be rendered incapable of even laughing aloud. I would be reduced to permanent silence while giggling my ass off within the cavernous oversized cranium.

Indeed, all of what has transpired and what continues to transpire is comic relief in a morbid kind of way. The tragedy is so ridiculous that even I question its existence. Yet, within the "blog," the tragic comedy is laid bare for all to see. The remainder of the day will continue in that fashion, weaving a kind of psychosis on its own. I follow its schizophrenic agenda and hallucinatory itinerary like a religious fanatic, a disciple of the mythical sinister kahuna. Of course, that's when I am at my literary best. Oh, the irony! Oh, the stupidity!

Motorhome

The current existential crisis continues with yet another day filled with doubt and pessimism. My total commute time to town was about two hours. During the leg of the trip on the bus, I once again contemplated the option of going homeless. I am paying rent to reside in a place that I only sleep, do laundry chores, shave, clean my teeth, and recharge my technology gadgets. I may spend an hour or so on the Net. Showering and other necessary functions are performed at the gym or public venues. So, I am physically in Waimanalo no more than eleven hours per day.

Commuting now comprises a huge chunk of time during the day. Total commute time has been calculated to be four hours and forty minutes per day minimum. On average, five hours is the best estimate. Thus, not much can be dutifully accomplished. Will homelessness solve the problem? I really don't know. Of course, I am approaching homelessness from the standpoint of acquiring a utility vehicle that is suitable to be converted to a makeshift motorhome. The only real obstacle is locating a safe place to park the motorhome without raising any suspicion from outsiders.

Why has it come to this? Obviously, I cannot remain in Waimanalo indefinitely. The location is too inconvenient for my retired monastic life-style. Unfortunately, rental housing in Honolulu proper is outrageously expensive. I really cannot bring myself to rent a small room (i.e., 200 square-feet average) for $1,000+ per month and be required to share a bathroom (and common areas) with other tenants. As insane as that sounds, many people simply "bite the bullet" and pay that much money to live in such total squalor. Living conditions with other tenants, of course, is often intolerable. Lots of stupidity. I have lived through my fair share of that "bullshit." I have "paid my dues" already.

I have discussed the many issues of money in the "blog" over the years. My financial situation is not optimum. In fact, I cannot ascertain when my financial resources will be depleted. However, I do not wish to spend money carelessly or foolishly. I have to postpone official retirement for another six years in order to not jeopardize my health insurance entitlement. So, I won't have any outside income until then. I must juggle my finances in order to maintain "balance." The whole situation is a "can of worms," not due to bad planning but the inability to foresee the devolved global economic farce that is now permanently in place. I can safely state that each passing day increases the temptation to "go homicidal."

Over the course of the day, I attempted to envision myself as a homeless guy in a variety of scenarios. The most plausible one found me living out of a luxury minivan. Who am I kidding? Would I even be able to survive longer than a few days before longing for even a coffin-like rental unit? Homelessness is not for the weak or the pampered. The life-style is rough and often fraught with danger. So, what's left? I have run out of options.

Another day in pseudo-paradise. I followed the usual agenda and itinerary, stopping short of fulfilling the usual evening outing in Kahala. Instead, I shuttled myself around Hawai'i Kai and Aina Haina by bus. I was just not in the mood to go to Kahala. The whole rental housing situation has made me ill. I really need to pull myself together and prepare for homelessness. Sheesh!

Crises

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. The common cold rages on. The usual agenda and itinerary were followed. The evening outing was the same as usual. There were several grubby homeless guys at the fast food joint in Kahala, most of whom I have never seen before. Homelessness is really picking up, if you know what I mean.

My days, since moving to Waimanalo, have become extremely taxing. It is as if the change in environment has exposed my life to be a complete farce. I have been living a lie. Or, I have been wasting my precious time for the last seven years. I really don't know.

Everything that I do during the course of each day is meaningless. a completely hollow shell of an existence. I have experienced existential crises before. There's no doubt about that. Somehow, I either recovered, came to my senses, or went deeper into denial. Again, I really don't know.

My new self-discovery seems to coincide with less time spent on the Net. I must spend more time commuting, so I have less time to leisurely occupy myself with the Net. So, my exposure to the already pared down list of Web sites has been pared down even further. During the day, I rely upon free wireless Net "hotspots" to primarily compose the "blog." When I return to Waimanalo, I have only about an hour or so before going to sleep. So, I mainly watch the news that is streamed on the [deleted] site. I also recharge the batteries of my technology gadgets.

I may have mixed feelings about the "blog," but I sure devote a lot of time to it. The "blog" is not just about my life, it is my life. Technically, if I mummified the "blog," I would really have no need for technology gadgets like a tablet computer or a "smartphone." Sure, I would miss the live news stream on RT. However, I could simply loiter at the fruit-based computer store in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala and peruse all of my favorite alternative news Web sites. Then, too, if the "blog" were mummified, I would have absolutely nothing to do. Terrifying, isn't it?

The real question is ... why have I wasted most of my life on the Net? Why do any of us waste so much time on the Net? Has everyday life in empire degenerated to such a pathetic low point that there just isn't any alternative aside from playing video games or watching the tube? Is it really that bad, or is it just me?

Groggy

The common cold continues to ravage the oversized cranium. Post-nasal drip is the crux of the problem. When will I not be illin'? Two weeks have elapsed, and there has been no improvement. Senior citizens are always susceptible to prolonged illnesses. And, the fragility only increases with age. Illness, of course, does little to promote good spirits. And, let's not forget the grogginess. Decisions cannot be trusted in such a state. So, I have postponed matters that require thought. For the time being, I am essentially a zombie of empire.

The iPad® tablet computer has been giving grief for a while. Lots of problems, most of them documented on the Net. The latest problem for me was intermittent wireless Net connectivity. I went through the process of clearing all of the settings. From what I can ascertain, the latter procedure should be done regularly. So far, the iPad® appears to be functioning fine. Oddly, I have had no problems with the cheap "smartphone."

Driving my Nissan® Frontier truck to and from Waimanalo has been costly, even with cheaper petrol prices. About a tankful of petrol will be required weekly for the commute. That's probably about $60 or more per week. However, even with that expenditure tacked onto to my rental housing expense, the amount is still less than what the monthly rental alone would be in town for just a tiny room. The money situation at this point in time is beyond ludicrous. There's almost no reason to fanatically attempt to cut costs. The outflow of money will continue to increase no matter what.

In any case, I will need to cut down on expenses, no matter what was stated previously. The primary consideration is cost versus utility or derived pleasure. Is the expensive cup of coffee purchased at the snobbish coffee shop in town worth the price? Is the snobbish customer base of the coffee shop conducive to a pleasurable experience? Is the cheap "smartphone" worth paying $35 per month for service when it is barely used? Is a new vehicle really going to produce any additional benefit after all costs are figured in? Or, will a new vehicle equate to renewed enslavement to rampant materialism? Is an expensive dinner at Panda Express® much better than the greasy "value menu" items at the fast food joint? Well, I can respond immediately to the last question in the affirmative. Just the fortune cookie is worth the price. My latest fortune was, "Elegant surroundings will soon be yours." Priceless! Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I was able to sit and enjoy my Panda Express® dinner in the center court of the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. The large table also afforded me the opportunity to compose the "blog" since I was in close proximity to the free wireless Net "hotspot" of the coffee shop. And, speaking of the "blog," the new time constraints have made it difficult for me to meet the daily posting deadline. The "blog" will most likely be scaled back in both content and postings unless the problem can be solved. And, of course, the necessity to include pictures of young hotties is ridiculous.

My new daily routine, by the way, is frenetic. The culprit is the bus. My transit times have increased significantly because I am establishing a daytime "home base" in Hawai'i Kai. So, I am traveling back and forth to Hawai'i Kai by bus. Missed or late buses require that I become creative instantaneously. I try to convince myself that the bus ride is relaxation time or a chance to nap, but I am fooling myself in reality. There is nothing relaxing about the bus ride. And, a nap is only possible in a state of inebriation.

Perhaps the common cold is affecting my senses. Lack of sleep due to the annoying post-nasal drip has made me extremely irritable and groggy. Sleep deprivation may be causing me to post more psychotic thoughts to the "blog." I could very well be hallucinating. Really, though, the crux of the crisis is that my savior, a certain fitness and training hottie, has let me down. Baby did not come around. Now, I am in the purgatory known as Waimanalo. Sheesh!

Escape

Life has returned to a state of "normal," relatively speaking, although my cost of living has increased drastically. However, I am now left with just three interconnected decisions. Should I keep the cheap "smartphone" and it's service plan? Should I sell my aging Nissan® Frontier truck? And, will I be actively increasing my search for alternative rental housing? Having access to a dedicated communication device will aid in expediting both the sale of the vehicle and the search for rental housing, but it is not entirely necessary. The sale of a petrol-guzzling vehicle during times of artificially low oil prices is ideal. Purchasing another vehicle or keeping the old one would also depend on location of residence. Moving back into town removes the imperative nature of the sale. The decisions are forthcoming.

I have been reviewing the various rental housing listings. In Honolulu proper, the average rate to rent a room (with shared bathroom and common areas) is about $800 per month. A private bathroom raises the average room rate to about $1,000 per month. Studio apartments are averaging about $1,100 per month. Note that "average" usually equates to moderate dump. A fairly nice place is much more expensive than the average. We are experiencing a housing crisis that has been created by the "buy to leave" phenomenon exacted by the affluent class. Housing is being scooped up by wealthy absentee owners, which in turn creates a housing shortage. Therefore, all housing goes up in price, including rentals. Supply and demand data then make the implication that the luxury housing market is wide open for exploitation. New luxury housing construction and conversions subsequently exacerbate the housing crisis. Yeah, it's that bad.

Speaking of cheap oil, the low oil prices have caused quite a bit of havoc on global economies, eh? The original conspiratorial plan was to dump excess oil reserves on the commodities market in order to precipitate the collapse of the economy of the Russian Federation. Unfortunately, the low oil prices were swept into the deflationary vortex that has been created by endless "quantitative easing" (QE) programs invoked by the global central banks. The velocity of the price decrease may undershoot into the negative profit region before normalizing at the absolute bottom. At that point, we can expect the global central banks to resume QE on a grand scale in order to stimulate inflationary pressure. The effect will be short term until the deflationary vortex returns with a vengeance.

It is my belief that the powers-that-be, not necessarily the money changers, of empire are actively provoking a global conflagration that would erupt into global "limited thermonuclear warfare." The empire is crumbling, primarily because of the fraud and corruption of the moneychangers. All governments are now so totally in debt because of lavish and wasteful spending in a zero interest rate environment. No government debt can be repaid, and service on just the interest payments alone will become untenable. "limited thermonuclear war," in theory, is the "great equalizer." It is the equivalent to the return of the Messiah for religious fanatics. There have always been numerous theories about how previous failing empires engaged in destructive and reckless behavior. I don't believe that the same reasons apply in the now. "Limited thermonuclear warfare" is going to force the "balance the accounts" for the victors. The spoils of war will be new, albeit destroyed, "emerging" markets. "Limited thermonuclear warfare" will also invoke a crude kind of population control by eugenics. It's an "all in one" solution to all of our problems.

The powers-that-be are comprised of mental midgets suffering from megalomania, schooled in human disciplines designed by humans for the sole purpose of human domination. They know nothing about quantum physics, biology, or any of the sciences. Too ignorant to know better, they are extremely dangerous to all life on the planet and themselves as well.

Another Waimanalo kind-of-day. Well, actually, I am hardly there. The morning commenced with another chat with the landlord. Then, I was off for more of the same. Frankly, I am beginning to question my daily routine and my evening outings, too. I don't feel free. Instead, I feel extremely trapped in a prison with no escape.