They deported Milo

 Haha they deported "Milo Yannoupolis" or however the guy's name is spelled. Honestly, if he was going to stay in the US he'd need to Anglicize his name, pronto. 

Anyway he's a "far right" clown who was all for deportations, and the leopard ate *his* face so it's pretty funny. Back to the UK for him. I wish they'd find an excuse to send *me* to the UK, I can even pass their little online "cultural citizenship" test without any studying. 

I practiced last night and it went really well. I'm not sure how well high notes are supposed to work with the traditional deep cup type mouthpiece I'm using. I think it's leading to a better development of my embouchure where a traditional 3C trumpet mouthpiece is more of a "cheater". My thinking is, if/when I go back to a 3C, I'll be able to run circles around where I was before. 

Does "israel" have a right to exist?

 Yes, I say, in the sense that it existed during the Ottoman Empire. If the good guys had won WWII, the rest of the small-hats would have been sent there and they could live as "dhimmis", or hosts of Islam, allowed to practice their "religion" such as it is (it's hard to call a regime of parasitism a religion) and not allowed to prey on the human population allowing them to live. 

When I started seeing the gaping holes in the supposed logic behind modern Judaism, I thought, Well, if I were really devoted to this religion I'd not mind living as a dhimmi, paying my dhimmi tax and being allowed to live humbly, do my reading and prayers and all that, and I would feel good that I'm not harming other human beings. 

But herein lies why I could never become a Jew, even though I thought so at one time. I see humans as humans, I see the natural world as something worth treasuring and caring for, and could never internalize the parasite view of the world, where all people other than fellow parasites are things to be used, the natural world a thing to be used, etc. 

To give an example of the right way for things to be done, the Amish/Mennonites are very devoted to their religion. So they've found a way to live that doesn't step on the toes of others. One could say they pay a "dhimmi tax" in that they have to pay income tax, register their carriages etc., but they do these things and life goes on. They're not taking over anyone's banking systems or media, or medical "industry" or loan sharking, or distributing drugs, or importing immigrants who won't fit in, etc. They are not parasites. 

I photo'd 20 things last night and listed 10, found things to pack today when I got up, and when I got up I packed them and was off to FedEx and the post office. I practiced last night but I was tired and it was a short practice. 

 

Quite a day for bums

 Ken didn't come by last night. I channeled my nervous energy into putting all the things I'd listed for this month, basically, away. It was a lot of things. 

Once it was clear he wasn't coming by, I got 20 things camera-ready, which also took up some time since I had to *wash* some circuit boards. 

Then  I got to work getting 24 things together that were all one order, putting them in a box with the sheet of notebook paper I'd written down each thing on and how much shipping there was on it. 

After all this, I settled down and got a good practice session in. The high notes were working quite well, so I was pretty happy and eventually went to bed around 8AM. 

I woke up at 4PM, had breakfast and coffee, and packed the one big order and had time to find one circuit board that really ought to go out today and which I thought I'd have to do a lengthy search for. It turned out to be easy to find and I packed it up and took off for the post office etc. 

I dropped off the two big boxes (I also had packed some BIG resistors for a guy) at FedEx and went over to the post office. 

I was leaving the post office, headed for 99 Ranch and waiting for the light on Brokaw when, as the light changed for cross traffic, a car went by and someone in it yelled something incoherent at me. Normally I'd worry but this person looked like a bum, and the car looked like it had been in several accidents and then hammered back into car-shape with an actual hammer. 

I have no idea what this creature was trying to say. I've mentioned how the underclass talks in what might as well be a different language, a sort of muttered mumbled yowling that I can't make head or tail of. I've had bums holding a conversation right outside the roll-up door here, which meant I could listen from inside, only a few feet from them, and I was still not able to understand what the hell they were talking about. 

So this bum in the bum-car, being driven by another bum, was angry at me, I think, for some reason. It seems some loud expletive was uttered, something the equivalent of "FUCK YOU!" but it was not any word in any language I know of. I don't know if the bum thought I was someone else, or what. I take care to not interact with bums because they are dangerous to anyone foolish enough to get close, friend or foe. 

I sallied into the parking lot of 99 Ranch and was just pulling into where I park, where the notice board used to be which is a nice sort of niche to park my bike and trailer, when, as I was coming in,  I saw at once *another* bum, shirtless and filthy, calling out to the occupants of a bum-truck, likewise filthy, that was driving through the parking lot. The first bum kept yelling something about "WHITE MAN" and I thought they knew each other. 

The bum appeared to follow the truck on its way out, and I thought, Good, they'll go fight or do a drug deal or whatever's up, and I'll have time to go in and shop. I went in an got boiled peanuts and a couple other things, and went back out. The bum was now sitting at one of the tables outside the "Bamboo" coffee shop. Lovely. 

I made the mistake of looking over at the bum as I rode out of there and it yelled some incoherent blather at me. It was quite a day for bums. 

I went over to H Mart and got a can of coffee and settled down to enjoy my boiled peanuts. I also called Ken and he's back from vacation. I said, "I didn't see you last night" and he said, "I was probably over Canada then". I'll see him again next week.

It's good to know he's still alive and everything's OK. I figure things might get pretty dodgy as time goes on, but all I have to last out now is another year.  

First day A.P. (After Parton)

 RIP Dolly. She was the paragon of what a good, famous, entertainer can be. Not Lennon, who was more self-indulgent than anything. Not Sinatra, who turns out to have been a raging Zionist so yeah, pretty much a shining example of evil. Nope, good old Dolly. Hell I turned on KPFK after getting up, and there was Davey D. talking about her. 

My friend, maybe I should say "friend" now, in Pahoa, Hawaii, is seriously creeping me out. First he's apparently arguing that Jerry Sienfeld is not a pedophile, and I guess Cheeto Donny isn't either. Needless to say he's a Zionist. 

I said in reply that I'm beginning to understand why he chose to isolate himself in Pahoa. I'm not sure I'll communicate with him any more. He's enemies with all of his neighbors, and for someone who was in the music/entertainment scene on Oahu as much as he was, he appears to have zero friends. 

I have a feeling mentioning that I knew him, in anything but disdainful terms, will hurt me in the future.  I think he's burned every bridge he possibly can. 

The only basis for our supposed friendship is we went up the Haiku Stairs together. Looking back, big whoop. The other guy, the Chinese guy with two houses and a condo and yadda yadda, who's really far-right politically, likewise for someone who worked for so many years for Hawaii Public Radio and the Honolulu Sheriff's, seems to have zero friends also and considering his views and personality, I'd not want to say I know him either. 

Se we went on this hike, really more of a "walk" for me, having grown up "hiking" for miles on various trails, barefoot too, and the next day I showed up for work as chipper as ever, and I didn't see the other two for a couple of days because they were so out of shape. Not much of a "bonding experience" really. 

And they might have had to spend the night in the jungle there if it weren't for me. It got so dark I could not see my hand in front of my face, but I knew how to feel the trail with my hands and tell where people had gone, and led us out. 

Time to rid myself of those two anchors around my neck! 

On to new worries... I got another email from the landlord's secretary, bugging us to sign the lease agreement. I replied that Ken's been gone on vacation, that I expect to see him tonight, and will bug him to do so. 

 

I guess I needed the sleep

 I over slept, waking up at 4. Oops. I had some coffee and aspirin and got to work packing things. Fortunately I'd found all the things last night so all I had to do was pack them, and then get them to the post office and FedEx. 

I felt really hungry so I when I was done with the deliveries I went to 99 Ranch and got a big can of Mr. Brown black coffee and some of their seaweed peanuts. I mean, I like seaweed, and I like peanuts, they ought to be good, right? And they were. Yum! 

I found a good load of packing stuff on the way back here, too. 

 

The grand tour

 In the interest of getting the things that possibly have the most delay, sent out, I packed the small things that have to go to the post office first, today. 

I left here at 6 with nine things, got 'em to the post office, came back as far as H Mart where I had a coffee and some raw peanuts I'd brought along, then decided this was a perfect time to make a Walmart run since I didn't have the bike trailer with me. 

I rode town Oakland Road to downtown, but staying on it seems to be quite a bit longer than doing my usual zigzag thing. I went to the Amazon place and found several bubble mailers which is a very good thing. 

Then I rode down to Walmart and they were out of pepitas, one of the main things I wanted to buy. But I got all the other things. 

Then I rode over to Whole Foods and by now it was about 9PM and I was really hungry plus having to use the bathroom bad. So I got there and took care of that and then picked out some roasted chicken just about floating in grease, a few meatballs, and a can of seltzer water. 

I ate upstairs and had a great time talking with a guy about politics and drones. That took me up to almost 10:00 and I got out of there, the guy and I walking downstairs and he, off to his house or to a bus stop or something, and myself to my bike. The ride back was nice and boring. 

 

$102 Sunday

 I got going at an earlier time, having spent the night getting 30 things ready to list (as in ready to photo with no further treatment) and got ready to "launch" right after waking up and having some breakfast. 

The guys next door were whooping it up with their Mexican music as usual. I swear that place runs on Mexican music and beer. Especially beer. 

I got to the Sunnyvale Whole Foods at 6:15 and started in, and since it was a warm day I didn't need to dress warm. 

It went pretty well and high notes were coming out well. At one point a guy with a white meat department jacket on came out and for a moment I thought he was going to hassle me about something, but he was friendly and asked if I knew anything by Chuck Mangione. I said, "Only 'Feels So Good' and since I was playing well, I went for it. I actually pulled it off, too. I can't believe the guy played that high on a flugelhorn but then, Chuck Mangione is one of the greats of all time. 

So the guy was happy. I don't know if he dropped a tip or not but that doesn't matter. I wonder if the workers in there were shooting the shit and got talking about their new weekend trumpet player, and this guy scoffed and said it's probably one of those Gypsies with a set of speakers, faking it. Maybe they even got a bet riding on it. 

I mean, buskers are very rare these days. And buskers who aren't just banging on a guitar, really rare. 

I was going to play until a quarter to 8, but by then I was feeling pretty tired and I got talking with a guy of Chinese background, from Indiana. He's been a viola player and we got into talking about how antisocial everyone is here. I said the only way to make friends here is to find some hobby or interest and get into that, and for the hobby or interest, everything's hidden and it's really common to only find out about a thing after it's over, so you really have to dig for information. There *are* things, community band and jam sessions and so on, and I told him about Heaney's violin shop, and he said he might rent a viola there. 

By this time it was just about 8 so I was done. I counted up and it came to $82.75 but actually I got a $20 gift card too so it's really $102.75 because gift cards are always spent on things I'd buy anyway. 

I went to Baraka Market and got some broccoli and my yogurt drink, which I drank at the bus stop, and it was another relatively quick ride back to my "home" Whole Foods where I put $20 on my clipper card so I won't have to fiddle with it next week, and spent the gift card on some nuts, cheese, and sausage.