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!
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Monday, January 19, 2015
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.
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.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
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.
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.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
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!
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!
Friday, January 16, 2015
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.
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.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
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?
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?
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
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.
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.
Monday, January 12, 2015
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?
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?
Sunday, January 11, 2015
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!
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!
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