Visiting a sick friend

 That sick friend being my bank account. Amazingly, the pay check I got last week didn't bounce. 

 I rode downtown to the bank to check on that, because Ken typically can't find out from his phone or anything, so it's easier to just ride downtown. I figured I'd get bubble mailers too, but only got one from the Amazon place. 

And I stopped at Nijiya on the way back for $20 in sushi, a bottle of tea, and a little apple pie thing for dessert, to sort of celebrate. I was worried enough about things that I even had a weird dream about my money situation. 

So I figured I'd better go. Then after getting back here, I packed one thing that had to go out today so that was a ride up to the big post office and on the way back I looked for packing materials and neat stuff in general and found nothing. At least I spent my last bit of change for two packages of "Mama" brand green curry ramen, because I really like that flavor and I might not be up by 99 Ranch until Monday. 

 

 

It ruined me

 "Streaming ruined gaming for me for YEARS. It took me ages to find that part of myself again" 

- u/OhGodImHerpin on Reddit

I was considered destined to be an artist. The oldest was going to be a writer, I was going to be an artist, and the youngest, a natural entertainer because it's that or starve if you're the youngest/smallest/weakest, was going to be an entertainer. 

I was continually having drawing materials put into my hands, and I was probably known as the kid whose hands always had ink all over them (from pens) because that was pretty much the case. 

Both parents were frustrated artists, and I think the fact that I showed any interest in drawing as any kid would, plus my eyesight being so bad, the idea was I'd become this genius nearly-blind artist and save the family fortunes. 

As we became poorer and poorer, art-for-fun (I loved drawing my seashells) became art to make money, and I really tried my best but the internal motivation was not there. It had already become a job. 

I spent tons of time as a teen thinking there must be something wrong with me that I'm "talented" (I am not, but tons of successful artists are not) and thus I should love doing art, should do it instead of surfing, fishing, shell collecting, skateboarding, reading books, all the usual kid things. 

I really tried to push myself, thinking that would make me *want* to do it for hours a day, but that never worked. I could do it, but I was never actually all that interested. 

This same thing is why I think my mother was so miserable. Her mother was a tailor; took classes and could make a suit from scratch, really something. She probably loved it. She also gardened and had a number of plots of land in Pasadena that she gradually sold off as finances demanded. 

The thing is,  I think my mother showed some interest in the tailoring, and then was pushed to do it. My mother would become this great tailor and/or designer, and save the family fortunes... And my mother really tried. She could sew, all right, but I don't think her heart was in it. And she was miserable. Because here's this thing you know how to do, but you don't have any internal motivation to do it because it's become this thing you have to do, or are supposed to do. 

It seems simple as hell but it's taken me a long time to realize this. The first hint of this kind of thing is how Fielding Benson, noted surfer Becky Benson's younger brother, was being pushed to become this champion surfer (he was our neighbor) and instead liked to skateboard and do usual obnoxious kid things. The Bensons were a kind of surfing royalty, with their father, "Colonel" Benson financing and filming a lot of surfing movies, and here was the crown prince not doing his duty. 

The thing is, there's art I did love, I loved comics and once I was exposed to them, "underground" comics. But I knew that if artists don't make a living, underground cartoonists *really* don't make a living. Plus you can get in real trouble poking even the mildest fun at, well, anything or anyone, in visual art.  

I'd packed a bunch of things last night, packed a few more today, and took my big load to the post office and FedEx. 

Running on financial fumes because of my rule of putting my $400 weekly pay check into the bank and taking $200 out and that's it, that $200 is my allowance. But I got what I need. 

It's been cloudy and grey and not all that windy, but like a big lid has been put over the valley, made of cloud/fog. Kind of neat really. Not primo busking weather though. 

It's hard for me to concentrate on busking when I've got a million plans going through my mind about what to sell off, what to give away, and how to at least go through the motions here and keep the sales numbers good. 

 

 

 

Don't start none, won't be none.

 A classic example of this is seen all the time on r/publicfreakout on Reddit, where, say, Generic Out-Of-Shape White Guy at, say, a restaurant, goes over to Relatively Fit And Larger Black Guy (and family) and says something, generally including the word "vinegar" without the "vin" and thus, gets his ass handed to him. Things were going along fine, and then someone's going to start shit and then cry about being a victim. 

Firstly, I'm hearing on the radio that Our Most Zionist President has cooked up a plan for us to have Navy warships and who knows what other assets, to escort commercial ships through a 500 to 1000 foot wide "channel" through the 20 miles of the Straits Of Hormuz. So, instead of just the cost of fuel, now these ships, or more like we US goyim, are going to pay for this additional expense, which has to be several times the cost of the merchant ship's fuel. Iran was minding its own business as always, and now we've got this huge problem we, under our Most Zionist Government, have created. As always, victory to Iran! You're fighting for all of us! 

2nd example. I was up most of the night as usual, listing 20 things on Ebay and also during the day had done a bunch of stuff, sorted things, found things to toss out, etc. At 2AM the illegal night club started up, but no problem, it looked like the crowd would be small. The night before, the cops had come around on their own and rousted the pimps, hos, and johns out in the usual hilarious ants-leaving-a-kicked-over-anthill routine. I hadn't called them or made a peep. 

Well, sure enough a pimp comes in with a few ho's and one of them comes up and knocks on my door. I've had these idiots pound on the door, in the past, so hard that the door was actually flexing like in a cartoon. So I had no idea how persistent they were going to be, made sure my big knife and pepper spray were at hand, and called the cops. 

And the idiots got rousted again. Fuck 'em. As I explained to the police operator, I'm not bothering them, not even going out there at night, but they're coming over and bothering me. And in not too much time, the cops came around and rousted them again. 

The thing is, if I'd been following normal hours, I'd be asleep and the knocking on the door would have awakened me, probably thinking it's Ken or Tom or someone, some kind of emergency or at least urgent thing. The result would have been the same, calling the cops, but being rousted out of sleep is even worse. This is one reason I keep staying up all night. And also, the people running the illegal night club not only have made an enemy, they want to make sure I hate them with the maximum amount of vitriol. 

Getting back to the Iran Kicking Our Ass thing, it's hilarious that the expectation is that large commercial ships, larger than US aircraft carriers, will be able to stay in a de-mined 500-1000 foot wide "channel". Ships are just not that precise, and even with a compliment of tugboats it would be tricky. Plus of course the companies that insure ships are going to raise their rates, drastically. Hell I've known at least since I became an adult, that no one will attack Iran because they can shut down something called the "Strait of Hormuz" which would be terrible. Well, no one, at least, until our Zionist Occupation Government finds someone stupid enough to do so. 

 

Depressed

 That's why I haven't been practicing, much less busking; I've been depressed. It's kind of helped that it's been grey and blustery and not all that warm, not great busking weather. 

I've been depressed I think because I'm feeling like I have a bit less control over my life because right now I don't know if I have to be out of here in the planned year and a third, or in 4 months, or in less time than that. 

And because there's stuff I have to do like get my Real ID. My driver's license is ... well .... it expired last year and that's all I'm gonna say. 

So I *finally* had a look at the email the DMV sent me and somehow I'm supposed to send them documents ... like scan them? But bring in the originals too... And there's mention of both making an appointment and simply checking wait times for walk-ins. 

So here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to get together all the papers I can which is basically my passport to prove I'm me, and then a few things with my address on them to show that Yes I live here in California and have been doing so for quite some while. And my $2 thrift store glasses in case I need to take an eye test. That's it. 

But really, I don't give a flip about being licensed to drive a car or ride a motorcycle any more. I've gone since 2012 without having to drive a car even once, and back in Hawaii there are buses, cabs, Ubers etc. I haven't even taken an Uber, ever, and have used cabs a bit, and I'd rather my money go to the old local guy with a big yellow car that says SIDA TAXI as far as that goes. 

Sure, I've thought about how neat it would be to get a cool vintage bike like a Honda C70 "Passport" but in reality anything with a motor can be a real pain in the ass. So just having a state ID card would be fine with me. Those are a bit of an oddity here in California but back in Hawaii they're routine, and all I had for some years. 

So if I run into some hitch at the DMV like they don't like my eyesight (they never did), I can say Look, I just want a state ID card. 

So I think the plan would be to go to the Los Gatos DMV because that's the really nice one. It's somewhere around the south end of Vasona Park and I've been around there before. 

 

Making up my mind

 Last night I made my mind up about the flutes; I'm keeping the Yamaha in its Yamaha case, which fits in my Fjallraven backpack just fine. In the time I've had the backpack sitting upstairs in the loft, it's collected a nice patina of dust, making it look suitably "humble". 

Fjallravens are not waterproof, and one is supposed to apply special Fjallraven wax to it and hit it with a heat gun, but I can just genuine 3M waterproofing stuff at Lowe's, or if needed I can just carry a large plastic bag with me to put over the backpack if I'm caught in rain. This is much more of a concern back in Hawaii where it rains a lot, but unless I end up homeless, I don't plan to carry the thing around. 

Last night I got 20 things camera-ready, because the Ebay business must go on. I also tossed some things out and each day I'm going to de-list and discard one thing that's a real loser. 

Today I went out to dispose of trash and buy things and the usual futzing around. On my way back (I hadn't realized how late it was; it was 8:00 by then) I stopped to check out a new shawarma truck that's set up across the street from here.

I'd checked them out online some days ago, so I had a general idea of the food and the prices. I decided to go with a beef shawarma salad, and the gal said they were out of rice. I said that's OK, just substitute in a pita. OK! I paid, and it was something like $18, so I handed her a $20 and she didn't have change so I said don't worry about it (I was going to say to keep the change anyway). 

While waiting, I ended up talking with a couple of Turkish guys, about various things. One useful thing that came up was, one of the guys, an engineer, wants to try an Apple computer. I said to go to Fix Laptop or just about any computer repair place, and if they get a desktop instead of a laptop, they'll get a lot more capability for a lot less money. 

We also got talking about where we're from, and they're both Turkish, although the darker guy joked about the lighter guy being Bosnian or something and I said Yeah, he could be Bosnian. Then the "Bosnian" joked about the darker guy being Indian and that was a big laugh. But no, they're both Turkish... I said OK what am I? They said I look "Baltic" and I said that's funny because on my mother's side they were all Lithuanian, but actually Lithuanian Tatars. That got me fist bumps because for some reason Tatars are considered "Turkic" as much as Central Asian, maybe more so, although being Turkic has more to do with language groups then genetics. The warm weather has me tanned up a bit early this year. 

So of course some joking Judenhass happened, and that was a good time also. Eventually my order was done, which was odd because the guys were there first. But the gal insisted it was for me, and handed me a heavy bag. OK then, See you guys, have a good weekend! And rode off with the bag hanging off the handlebar and back to here, and I seemed to have gotten a full dinner. A huge portion of beef, on ... rice! And hummus, 2 pitas, parsley salad. 

I ate the good parts and one of the pitas, and now the birds will have rice and pita bread in the morning when they discover the plate left out here. And I have to wonder, did the gal screw up and then have straighten things out when one of the guys got the salad I'd ordered, or did she hear our Judenhass joking and decide this deserves a full meal, and cook one up for me instead of the salad? In any case the food was really good. 

But getting back to the computer advice I gave the engineer guy. I, too, could just get an Apple desktop if I want to go to the Apple ecosystem, or a PC desktop, instead of a laptop because honestly the only reason I use a laptop now is that originally I had to pack up my 'puter and take it to and from Ken's house once a week, and when I list things on Ebay I have to set this laptop aside to clear the desktop to put the things on to photograph them. But once I'm back in Hawaii I either won't be selling on Ebay or if I am, I can arrange some other place to photograph things since I'll be dealing in very small things like seashells, jewelry, trinkets of various types. Nothing big. And that means I can just go to a used computer place and get a desktop. 

 

 

"Oh, shit"

 I woke up around 2 or 2;30. I decided to get out of here quickly and get over to the music store to look for a flute case. 

I have two flutes; a Yamaha that's not great, kind of rattly compared to new, but plays, and also had a ding on the lip plate that doesn't affect playing but would make any flutist cringe. And a Bundy that's got a wonderful glow to it, looks playable (haven't tested it) no dings, but comes with an horrible big clunky case. The Yamaha has a nice sleep Yamaha case. 

I want to keep one flute and one case. If the Bundy plays OK I frankly prefer it to the Yamaha because it looks so nice, and is perfect to be "my old high school flute". So ideally I want another case, keep the Yamaha with the Yamaha case, the new/used case would be for the Bundy, and the ugly Bundy case would go in the trash. 

The music store closes at 4:30 so I really wanted to get a move on. I left here around 3 I think, got over to the bank and deposited my pay check; the IRS has cashed my check so this, with my pay check deposited, puts me at just about exactly 5 grand. 

Then I rode over to the music store. This all sounds easy but in fact there were tons of detours and road work and stuff, so it was all a bit of an ordeal. 

I got to the music store and the guy has two types of flute cases, a generic case for $50 which he swears is new but the latches are corroded, and a "French style" which is probably about $100 and is sleeker, having no handle. 

My phone rang and it was Ken. Did I deposit my check, he wanted to know. I said sure, just did a half-hour ago. "Oh shit!" said Ken. I said that the words Oh and Shit are not words I like to hear in connection with banking. His work hasn't paid him, and he thinks he can move some money around so my check will clear but also the landlord isn't being paid their $1000.49 which is becoming the hill Ken, or this business anyway, is heading to die on. 

I decided to wait on the case; It'll always be here the music store guy said, and I rode off, back towards downtown. It was about 4:00 now and I thought, I still have time to go over to the bank but is un-depositing a check even a thing? And I should not have to. 

I went over to Whole Foods and got some meatloaf, broccoli, mashed potatoes, and a beer. I hung out and talked with some guys some, and ate my food, and tried to think a bit less. 

Pretty soon I was done, went downstairs and bought more stuff, and as I did with the food, got cash back so that my total withdrawal from my bank was $200. That's my allowance for the week. It's a pretty good idea; spend half and save half. On an income of $20k, it means saving $10k, except for the $3k going to the IRS so call it $7k. Still a pretty good savings rate, about a third of my income. 

But now I don't know. Ken's got all the good intentions in the world. I could sell some stuff around here that's too big or awkward to ship on Craig's List and count that towards my pay and can limp along that way for a while. 

From what Ken told me, he's got too much credit card debt and he's trying to get that consolidated. The guy at my bank told me, again, that they can offer a credit card with somewhere around a year interest free, to Ken or for that matter, to me. It appears everything's not done by mail any more, and payment is done online, somehow. There's even auto-pay. 

But it makes no sense to get a credit card with a bank I won't be with much longer. I like to think I've got a 4 months here left at least because our present lease runs out on August 31, I might not even have that much time. 

 I need to sell off a lot of things. I plan to travel as lightly as possible going back home. There are no winter and summer clothes back home, just ... clothes. I have a Fjallraven backpack that I guess will do for a carry-on bag holding the flute, important papers, phone and charger, a good book for the plane ride, etc., and then I need to get a larger thing for a checked bag that will hold the cornet in its case, the cornet gig bag, clothes, etc. 

I plan Moving Day as, taking everything that's mine that I don't want to leave to Ken to deal with so pretty much everything, put in the parking lot and putting a free ad on Craig's List, Come And Get It. Stick my bags on the bike trailer and ride to the #60 Airport Flyer bus stop, leave the bike trailer etc., there with a big FREE sign on it, hop on the bus, and off to good old Alaska Airlines' terminal. 

 

Genetically delicious

 Ken came by last night and I remembered to clean the office and not just the bathroom. We talked about a bunch of stuff, and I got my check, dated for yesterday but due to his dodgy finances he wants me to deposit it on Friday, tomorrow. Will do. 

After he was gone I dunno, I did stuff, took an ancient and rather huge laptop apart that I'd found, complete with a huge leather bag and a bunch of accessories. It had been in the rain so I just parted it out. It took hours but hey, I got some parts to sell. 

Ken had also brought a lot of vintage-ish computer stuff mainly still in the boxes so I have that stuff to list, plus all the parts from the last big thing I took apart. 

Even though it was Wednesday night, the illegal night club tried making a big night of it. At least that fence being closed does keep most of the noise away from here. 

I went to sleep I dunno when, and woke up around 2 in the afternoon. I found all the things that had to go out except for one little circuit board with gold "fingers" on it ao, since I think the buyer's buying a lot of this stuff for the gold, I put 1 oz. of gold scrap in a little bag and substituted that - plus if the little board shows up I'll toss it in that buyer's next order. 

I took off maybe 15 minutes earlier than usual, dropped the things off at FedEx and the post office, and rode up to Dai Thanh, looked around and didn't buy anything, then got a 6-pack of Lagunitas IPA in bottles from Clyde's Liquors next door. Their prices aren't bad, about on a par with U-Save. 

I got T.P. at 99 Ranch and I don't think I'll be doing that any more because for a while there they had a really good price on it and now it's about the same price as it is in H Mart, which is to say wayy too high. I'll just get it from Walmart from here on out. 

I found some nice packing boxes, and stopped by Tom's to say hi because I saw him outside. I wish I could get him into busking. For one thing he might be a much better trumpet player than I've become at least so far. He was in Wind Band and everything. Secondly he works too hard for his side money, selling lumber and tile that he scrounges up which sounds fine but on a per-hour basis it's lousy and he's always getting scratched up. Tom gave me one of those huge candy bars they sell in places like Whole Foods and Sprouts, I guess in return for all the stuff I'm always giving him. 

I got back in here and put things away and since the welding place put out their trash can and there was plenty of room, put the huge leather laptop case in (the scavengers had taken everything else) and some stuff the neighbors left, and in general did my bit toward neatening things up around here. 

Then I made a dish I'd been thinking of trying, it's making MAMA green curry ramen with a whole bundle of cilantro in it. There's actually a web page called IHateCilantro.com and it turns out that depending which geme you have, cilantro either tastes OK or is awful, like soap. So I can't recommend this dish to just anyone but to me, it was delicious. One of the best bowls of ramen I've ever made. Yum! 

I haven't been practicing because I haven't felt like it. But I'm thinking that when I feel like it again and get back out there, I might try coming up with a list of songs I've never played before. 

 

 

Zingers!

 Last night I took a large thing apart to have more neat parts to sell on Ebay. The thing's big and shipping would be a killer. But now people can just buy the parts they need to fix theirs... 

Naturally while taking the big beastie apart, I listened to podcasts, and I forget the YouTube channel, but one was really good. It made it pretty obvious that "Israel" is betting on the US being stupid enough to put troops on the ground in Lebanon to conquer it for the small hats. That would be insanely stupid, but we as a country voted in Our Most Zionist President(tm) twice, so it's a pretty good bet.  

I woke up around 2:30 and on the radio they were talking about how a British ambassador came over to visit and was talking with some British students, mentioning that the only "special relationship" (that the US claims to have with the UK) is between the US and Israel, and why are the Epstein class not being investigated, prosecuted, lose their jobs, etc. 

It's because we're under a ZOG, or Zionist Occupation Government, and we're just barely starting to develop the concept of an immune response, Mr. British Sir and meanwhile thanks for the zingers! 

 

 

Friendly fire

 This is such a clown show ... it appears that this latest false-flag operation by Mango Mussolini wasn't even pulled off that well, as in, the supposed perp was running in a mad dash, running too fast really to bring any kind of a weapon, if he actually had any, to bear, and the Secret Service agent who was shot, was shot by one of their own. 

The picture the guy's going to be known by, is him shirtless on the floor. But they're saying he was, or the Secret Service guys made him, naked? How do you hide any sort of gun naked?  

People are looking at these things. People are looking for all the details. People are Noticing. 

I woke up around 2:30 or so. There was really only one little thing that had to go out today, so I packed it and cleaned up and fielded a lot of Ebay offers and so on, and got out of here at the usual time. I headed downtown and stopped at Nijiya for a can of coffee and a package of two Hokkaido boiled eggs which I ate at a bench in the shade on the sidewalk there. A guy buzzed up on an electric bike so we talked electric bikes for a bit. 

I dropped the package off at the post office then headed down to the Wal. I got a bunch of things, got bubble mailers from the Amazon place, and even remembered to stop at the O'Reilley's near here for some shop towels which I was just about out of. 

Today's freebee: A Canadian quarter out of the CoinStar, which turned out to be nickel-plated steel, yep, it's magnetic. It'll be a cool thing to show Ken when he's over. 

I'll also have to talk with him about that pesky $1004.95. At this point I'd offer to pay it if he pays me back, but I also don't know if he's capable of paying me back. 

I'd really better be ready to jet out of here at the end of August. Even today I looked at the water filter cartridges at Walmart and thought, "Wait, if I'm leaving in 4 months I don't need another water filter cartridge". 

 

 

Working like a menehune

 Last night, something like 11PM, I got my lazy ass out there and using Goof-Off which is really strong solvent, scrubbed the over-spray off of my parking lot painting job. Finally. 

Everything had to line up right. A time when it's not raining or too cold, when there's no one else around, and when the light's decent. So, it wasn't happening because good light = daytime, and that's when there are people around. 

So I got out this headlamp we have here, and did my work using that. Some guy was working on or in his car some distance away, and I did my thing, and we both got our tasks done. I do my best work when there's no one around. 

This is how the menehune worked back in Hawaii. If you needed a wall built (they were master stone workers) you set out a feast and the materials, and left them the hell alone. Come morning, the feast would be eaten and the wall built. 

I think it's going to be scientifically proven that the menehune were real people, and that they were the first humans in Hawaii. The waves of colonization went like this: Menehune - Marquesans - Tahitians (the Alii) - haoles ("those who have iron", Caucasians) - then everyone else, come one, come all. Right now it's a mix of whites and Asians who run the place, with Asians at least even with the whites if not ascendant. The final wave, the way world events are going, will be the Chinese owning and running things. If they bring back Yick Lung it'll be worth it. 

Yesterday, while foraging for shipping supplies, I found a pristine white "cloth" ABC Stores bag. Yep I took that buggah! And on my ride home, I saw a mango seed in the gutter. How strange to see that here on the mainland; it's a common sight in Hawaii at least on the leeward side. Ahh, Yick Lung pickled mango seed ... 

I was up last night finding two hard-to-find circuit boards to complete a big order, and taking a couple of things apart to have parts to list. So I was up until 7AM again.  I threw the scrap out front for the scavengers, and went to bed.

I woke up at 2:30. The landlord is still bugging us for the $1004.95 we owe them. I don't blame them if they're miffed. I don't get it, I'm keeping the numbers good and we're doing as well as we ever have. 

I'm tired of this grind and keep telling myself I need to just do it one more year and a third. I haven't been practicing due to worrying whether I'll have to clear out in three months. 

What'll it be like, being back home? I suppose hotel life will be nice, a good hot shower every day and all that. Money will go fast, so I'll probably get a storage unit, a small one, in case I end up "urban camping". But I'm going to try to round up a place to stay ahead of time, if I can. 

At least I have music! This is the one thing; I see this over and over on r/homeless on Reddit, that people end up homeless and they have nothing special that they do. No skills, no interests even. I think I've mentioned that it's about $400 to join the American Federation of Musicians, and after that about $160 a year I think. I'm wondering if I should join up because then upon moving to Hawaii I'd just change to the "local" that's there; from the San Francisco "local". 

At least I finally don't give a shit what my older sister, who will never let anyone not know she went to Punahou (elite prep school Obama went to), thinks. She ... is a very tiring person. She comes up with the most inane shit to say, and thinks she's smart when we says idiotic things like "We're not a democracy, we're a republic". Anyone can Google for 5 minutes and find out the truth on that, that a democracy is one type of a republic, and get a decent idea of how our governance works, but that's too much work for someone who went to Punahou and thus never need to think again. 

Her care about me follows a 1:1 pattern with how much money I have, appear to have, or looks like I might have. Thus, when I was out on my own as a young adult and very poor, I pretty much didn't exist. I only started to exist when I was taking college classes and on the electrical engineering track. Electrical engineering was considered the sure track to big money in the 80s. Her interest in me has gone up and down according to my finances, and since losing everything in the crash of '08 there's been no interest at all. 

She's lonely and needy and very tiring to be around. For more on this see r/BoomersBeingFools or r/RaisedByNarcissists haha. If I had to sit through another lunch at the Nordstrom's cafe listening to her agonize over whether to buy this or that $400 purse or ponder over how it'd go if she divorced her husband, I'd scream. She ought to be (of course she is!) proud of herself, she's the pure distilled essence of Boomer. 

It's not like we'll cross paths anyway. She hates beaches, and anything working-class. I took her to a sandwich shop that might have been a bit working-class and she was terrified. I won't run into her out picking shells, or fishing on a reef, or busking in Waikiki. 

I took my daily load to the post office and FedEx, and the day's freebee was a package of special "Year Of The Horse" grapes which I gave to Tom, who gave me a bunch of bubble wrap. 

I got back in here and photo'd 20 things, listed 10, and called it a night.  

Peaceful weekends?

 The gate between the halves of the parking lot, dividing our building from the problem building where the illegal night club and who knows what else is going on, remains closed. The result is a few confused pimps and ho's and the odd john, driving in, in the case of the ho's not wanting to walk around the end of the fence because mud and high heels don't go well together, and leaving. 

Plus, last night and the night before, there have been one or more police cars stationing themselves at the Rogers Avenue entrance, and on Friday night they did the standard roust 'em out routine. 

I can't think of what's changed. Persistence on my part, plus I'd started to mention that although the two buildings look alike, they're owned by two different entities. Our landlord is a good one, the other building being owned by an absentee landlord who allows all kinds of things to go on. Plus the unit on the Rogers Avenue end is hinky as hell as I've mentioned. 

So I've not had to call to complain once the gate has been closed, but the police are on top of things anyway. So they seem to be on a "clean up Rogers Avenue" regime, since a while back they'd mentioned they were cleaning out an illegal casino up the street. 

I packed a ton of things last night and got more together to pack.  

Oh yeah, and Our Most Zionist President(tm) did another one of his annoying false-flag things yesterday. Which means more of his wheedling voice on the radio. Funniest part was where they were rushing him to safety (after they'd rushed Fat Face out of there first) and he fell down because walking is hard. 

Anything to distract from the Epstein files, anything. That and the 2nd holocaust the small hats are doing with glee. 

Up until far too recently I really wondered why everyone over here, on the other side of the planet, was talking about "Israel" all the time. Finally "the penny dropped" as the Brits say. Everyone's talking about "Israel" all the time because the Zionists have an overwhelming influence on our lives. Everything from whether we have universal health care like they do (obviously we don't) to whether our fighting-age people will be sent off to die for the Zios, etc. 

Another thing that happened last night was The Squilla Incident. I'd seen frozen mantis shrimp/squilla in H Mart forever, and last night they had a package that was only about $12 (it's by weight) and decided to go for it. 

Big mistake. I tried shelling them raw, and that was a no-go. Plus there's a big dirty vein in them. So I boiled the tails and tried, again no go. There's hardly any meat in there and it's all pretty firmly attached to the shell. 

I ended up throwing them away and cooking something else for dinner. 

I think the people buying squilla are buying them for bait, or maybe some insane nostalgia thing. 

Anyway I packed this big order of a ton of circuit boards, did all the refunds, and took that and a CRT I'd packed that I felt very fortunate to have found a good box for, and took them to FedEx, went into H Mart for a few things and to use the loo, then tried the popcorn chicken at the new Ube boba and snacks place.

It was a bit of a wait to use the kiosk, then a bit of a wait for the food, but those nuggets were REALLY good. More like a meal than a snack. And who knew fresh basil is just what chicken nuggets need? I think I'll try the fried baby octopus next. 

Around back of H Mart I got today's freebee, which was 14 little packets of "Chocolate Pie" cookies, two per pack, some Year Of The Horse 2026 special grapes, and a bag of Chinese dates. I dropped off the grapes and dates at Tom's place. 

But first I went to Sprouts and got, or tried to find, my 6-pack of sour little bottles of Guinness because their price is about the best. I also wanted a 6-pack of Lagunitas in cans, which they didn't have, so I tried out "Fort Point" which is pretty good it turns out. I also talked a bit with the manager, who was stocking the beer section. 

As I headed to the checkout, I realized I had the wrong Guinness. It wasn't the original kind, it was this other newer kind. I went back and put it back, and got talking with the manager again; he's a friendly guy. I explained how the stuff I'd got is the same in the tall cans, and what I hoped to find is what I call the "sour little bottles", the original extra stout. He said he can check in back and see if he has it, "It won't be cold...." "Hey, this is British* beer we're talking about here" I said, and he went in back and came out with the right stuff. I was very thankful, and he said he felt good to make someone happy.  

(*Actually Irish beer, but the joke doesn't work that way.) 

I did my extra diligent search for packing stuff and came back with a good load of boxes and some filler. I even checked the dumpster at a new place, Jazz Imaging, and got some good stuff there and neatened their trash enclosure up a bit. 

 

3 Beers Less

 I woke up at 1:30 in the afternoon, with 3 beers left in the fridge. Now, right now my "ration" is 2 small bottles of Guinness, and a six-pack of IPA. I got away from Lagunitas "Little Sumpin'" because its alcohol content is higher. And, I allowed myself one more beer, in the afternoon, if I felt like one - that would be the beer I had at the British Bankers Club yesterday. 

But last night, after photographing 20 things and listing 10 of them, I settled in for the night and didn't feel like drinking any more beer and when I got up, saw that there were three cans of beer still in the fridge. And I felt better when I got up, too. 

If I can pare it down to three cans of IPA a day, that makes the 12-packs I've been buying at Whole Foods last much longer. Ideally I want to pare it down to the two small bottles or one pint bottle of Guinness a day because I swear the stuff makes me feel better. Supposedly it's got a lot of niacin in it and although there are niacin pills, there's the matter of bio-availability.  

A pint of Guinness a day means even if I'm in a non-drinking, non-smoking etc. place back home, I can go out busking and stop in somewhere and have a pint, and no harm no foul. 

Again it's National Weather Service 0 and NPR 1, as the National Weather Service predicted no rain, but as NPR predicted, there was rain. I packed some things that have to go by FedEx and could fit in the big plastic tub I use, and got rained on taking the stuff to FedEx, at one point taking shelter under the overhang of a business building, but got them there and then got stuff in H Mart and did an aggressive search for packing stuff and boxes on the way home. I got a good load, too. 

 

 

Farewell, Menlo Park

 I woke up around noon. I had packages all packed overnight, did some cleaning up and had black coffee and a couple of aspirin and left here around 1:30

I dropped off the packages at the post office, went to the bank and deposited my pay check, and locked the bike up at Whole Foods. Waiting for the train was perfect, in that it was about 10 minutes, no running required. 

I got over there to Menlo Park and conducted the last of my business there. This is part of the preparation for the move back to Hawaii. 

I stopped in at the good old British Bankers Club and tried the fish and chips, which were really good but the star of the show is that burger.  It was a young gal waiting on me and making drinks, and we got to talk a bit. There were guys down at the end of the (very long) bar who were apparently regulars and she and I joked a bit about this; apparently they get pretty drunk on a daily basis. Whoever ordered a martini didn't mind is being made with Beefeater, ugh. 

All in all it was nice, and I had a chance to read more in my Hilo Hattie book while waiting for trains, and think it's the best $5 I've spent in a long while. It even has the "origin story" of J. Akuhad Pupule, the radio personality who used to drive golf balls into to ocean where we kids would find them. A lot of the book is things you'd have to be local to know or care about. It's a gold mine of things to research. 

I got off the train in Sunnyvale and checked out the Goodwill there, and didn't find much. I ended up buying two T-shirts. I got on the next train back to Diridon, bought some beer and shrimp in Whole Foods, picked up bubble mailers on the ride home, and that's that. It's been windy and cold out there and tomorrow's supposed to be a bit more so. 

I've never been on Facebook, but I noticed that the quick, cheery, comments I put on Marvin Naylor's latest 4-5 posts have been removed so I won't post there any more. From reading his blog I know he gets cranky very easily, so I'll stop posting there. The poor guy's getting piddling amounts of money and he's good at playing the guitar, and has quite a collection of really neat guitars. Hopefully he's making something off of his YouTube channel. 

But this got me to, somehow, come across a "Facebook Group" called "Buskers AKA Musical Whores" no kidding it's called that, and wow. It's light years ahead of r/busking on Reddit though, because people really say how they feel. And Marvin Naylor is discussed in there. They don't say anything bad about him, because there's nothing bad to be said about him. It's just surprising to see busking discussed by anyone, anywhere, these days. 

Oh, and today's freebee: A rather nice Coleman LED "lantern" that I believe is rechargeable, may not be, I'll have to check it out, but I pressed the button and it works! Nice thing to have next time Ken's not able to pay the electric bill. 

The BBC

 British Bankers Club, of course. 

I woke up around 1, maybe 12:30 and last night had gotten 20 things together and ready to photograph and list on Ebay. I did some cleaning up and things like oiling the bike chain, and took off for Whole Foods via Hedding, so the quickest route. 

I have my pay check in hand but can't deposit it earlier than it's dated, and it's dated for tomorrow so today I was going to do something else. 

It's very windy and there's all kinds of stuff in the air so I was coughing and had a horrible fit of coughing and had to get off the bike right across from the jail, gargle a lot of Listerine, and gradually get better, then went on my way to Whole Foods.  

After a quick visit to the loo I walked over to the train station and was just in time for a train; myself and a lot of other people ran for it. So if I left here at 1:45 and that just barely worked, I'll want to leave here at 1 or a bit before, next time. 

I ended up sitting near some people who were talking, a couple of guys who are somehow involved with trains at a high level something like the whole Western end of the country, and some random guy, and when the random guy left I talked with the train guys a bit too. They hadn't heard of the Skyline on the island of Oahu in Hawaii, though. 

I walked over to the place and did my business and it went a lot better than I'd hoped it would, so as the Brits say, quid's in. 

On my walk back, I stopped in one thrift store and bought a really neat book about Hilo Hattie. Growing up in Hawaii, that had only been a name I'd seen on the side of some of the tour buses, but it turns out she was a real character. The book's not very polished, but the lady who wrote it talked to "hundreds of people" and it's got tons of information in it. Also tons of things I don't think you'd understand if you didn't grow up in Hawaii with your lifetime and Hattie's overlapping, in my case roughly 15 years. It's a treasure trove of things to look up. 

In another thrift store I got a Hawaii Volcanoes National Park T-shirt so there was a bit of a theme here I guess. 

I hadn't eaten yet, although it was late afternoon by now. I was going to go to a sandwich shop by the train station, so I walked over there, and noticed the restaurant "British Bankers Club" has a big patio and really their proper front door, not what I'd seen on the street walking by so many times, right there. I looked at the menu and the happy hour prices were right in line with those of the sandwich shop. 

So I went in there and tried the "happy burger" and their IPA which was $9 for I guess a pint. It was the best burger I've ever had, too. It's not just that I hadn't eaten yet, it's that it was really, really good. And a lot nicer than eating in the crowded sandwich shop, as the place only opens at 4 in the afternoon for the evening shift, so it was just me, sitting at the bar, and a few people who wanted to eat out on the patio, in the wind. 

The waitress/bartender (or at least beer-pourer) was from Chile and we ended up talking about all kinds of things. So that was fun too. 

I felt like I would almost fall asleep on the train ride back, but at least I had an interesting view because it was now commuter hours and I had to go to the upper deck to get a seat. Then it was just a walk back to Whole Foods, buy some beer, ride over to the Amazon place to pick up bubble mailers, and ride back here. 

It's really cold (for the time of year) and blustery out there and it's supposed to be a bit rainy on Saturday. Normally the busking season doesn't start until May so I'm not really surprised. 

Today's freebees: 2 single-serving bags cheddar/sour cream potato chips, 2 bags "Smartfood" popcorn, two little bags peanuts, one little bag pistachios. I could have hauled off the whole box, full of all kinds of chips, candy bars, instant pot noodles, yadda yadda but I only wanted to take what I really like, because it's stuff left outside a different food place and kind of a known point for food to be left out so there are people I'd be leaving in the lurch if I took it all. 

 

 

The Small-Hat Wearing SPLC Doing What It Does

 Trouble is, people are noticing. 

I woke up at 1 in the afternoon and turned on the radio and even on NPR, they're talking about how the Southern Poverty Law Center's antics have caught up with them, It's been a simple case of "cobra farming". In India, years ago, they paid a bounty for cobras. The result was people started farming cobras to turn them in. The SPLC has been manufacturing the thing they claim to fight. 

This is a standard small-hat tactic. 

I left here around 3, went downtown and did my usual route; drop off trash, drop off donations at the Japantown little free library, go by the Amazon place for some bubble mailers, then over to the bank to deposit the check Ken had dropped off Friday night. Then came back here by way of 1st Street and U-Save Liquor where I-Saved on a six pack of those sour little bottles of Guinness. 

I got back in here, put the trailer on the bike and loaded it up with the packages I'd packed last night, and took 'em to the post office, and stopped at 99 Ranch for some packs of ramen, then rode back here, following my route to find packing stuff. I didn't find much filler like bubble wrap, but I found some good boxes. 

I had a dinner of H-Mart kim chee and Wal-Mart Swiss cheese, and finished the load of laundry I had going, and cleaned up the bathroom and had just about given up on Ken coming over and was starting to round up a batch of things to list on Ebay, when he showed up. 

I got my check, and all's fine and dandy. He's not sure when he can pay the "NNN" thing to the landlord, since he's waiting for his employer to pay him. But he's getting his Social Security which he's using for things like paying the rent here. We talked finances a bit. No, it's not any car loans; his cars are all paid off. Home insurance has gone up a bit, but the main thing, it seems, is credit cards. He's trying to get a consolidation loan .... 

The thing is, he'll probably pull it off. He's an early Boomer with a big house on a small lot and N+1 cars, and banks love those types. And that will probably lessen the stress for Oh I don't know, probably a year or so anyway. 

 

 

More financial instability

 Woke up at 3, got some good sleep I guess except crazy dreams. I stayed within my "beer budget" which right now is 2 small bottles of Guinness and 6 cans of Lagunitas IPA (not the "little sumpin' sumpin' which is a bit higher in alcohol content) and I think  I want to go to where I'm having 1-2 small bottles of Guinness a day because I swear, drinking it is making me feel better but more than that is just excess.

This way when I'm back in Hawaii even if I live in a no smoking/no drinking room, I can pop into a bar and have a pint if I've had a good say busking. 

So yes I woke up at 3 in the afternoon, and looked at the .. drops falling down. Still raining. In fact a particularly heavy downpour came through. 

Last night I'd photographed 30 things and listed 10 of them then kind of ran out of steam and called it a night. Today I am greeted by an email from the landlord ... we owe 'em something like $1004.95. They actually used Gemini which got the math a bit wrong, they come up with $1004.97 and I calculated it and got $1004.42 but ... I count money like an engineer, not an accountant and I'm not going to bring it up. 

They want Ken to drop by their office with a check by Friday. I'm nervous because I've got the paycheck Ken had dropped off Friday night, and want to deposit it but it's really rainy and stormy out there. It's supposed to clear up tomorrow in the afternoon, and I plan to get that check into the bank as soon as I can because Ken does things moment by moment, financially speaking. If I don't deposit the check, Ken will assume the money's still in his bank and something will bounce - either the check to the landlord or my check. 

I wrote to my pal Pat in Pahoa, not that I want to come stay with him, but just as someone to talk to and also he might know some people back on Oahu. I need to write to a couple of people too. Email is not reliable these days, but the US mail is still working.  

The way things are going, I'm leaving anywhere from mid-September of this year to mid-September of next year. If we're kicked out when our lease ends on August 31st, Ken's going to go into "frantic mode" and I don't want to be around for that.  I'll go stay in a hotel, finish off my final affairs and buy plane tickets, and leave. 

So between now and August 31, I need to sell off everything I don't need, get a good set of luggage, set up an account with the Navy Federal Credit Union because they're in Hawaii and here in SF, and I will use them for my Social Security check to go into. Once I've got my Real ID done, I'll set my present bank to stop sending me physical bank statements because I never read 'em anyway, and their main use is as something proving I live at my present legal address. 

I'm really hoping I can arrange to "land" with someone in Hawaii. Pat was trying to arrange that with our friend Dave but Dave turned out to be useless. But he may know other people. Otherwise the good old Waikiki Monarch it is. 

I don't know what's changed in Ken's finances to make things so difficult lately. I've theorized it's the new SUV his wife bought, but if she bought it with her own money then that's not it. But another thing has come to mind: Home insurance has spiked recently. That could easily have risen by a thousand or more per month. I suppose it doesn't matter what's made Ken's finances shaky, only *that* they are shaky and I need to base my actions on that. 

I have thought long and hard about just staying here. I'd not have the moving expenses I have been saving for and thus would have a good "nut" in the bank. There's a plethora, there I said it, plethora, of busking locations. The weather by and large is very healthy (it's the lower humidity and on average it's cooler than the weather in Hawaii). I'd still have Ken and Suzy as friends, although at their ages they could blow away in the wind in soon. 

But there's an underlying thing that's been lurking like a whale below the surface. I'm not local to here. I'm not even local to Orange County down South, and certainly not to Los Angeles county, even if I was born there. People talk about where they want to high school, places their worked their first jobs, things they saw changing, all those things that give you a sense of the history of your home, and I feel none of that here on the mainland. My schools, my college time, jobs, places I lived growing up, different experiences, are all on the dear old island of Oahu. 

There's an excellent discussion on Reddit about this, something like "Growing up haole" and it seems like being local, local-ness, matters much more now, and race, while still always very important and life-defining anywhere in the US, isn't the only consideration. Being local is things like going to school there, preferably during your formative years, knowing the local places, knowing the local cuisine, etc. Being local is not having A/C and never thinking about missing it. It's knowing all the bus lines. It's knowing how to live without a lot of money, because most of the local people never had money and a huge portion of them came over as plantation workers. 

It's things like body language, tones of speech, even what I'll call "eye language". In Japanese culture there's a great emphasis on being able to "read the air" and this has carried over to Hawaii local culture. This is what can get you pegged as Haole, as in mainland non-local haole. There's a huge sense of entitlement with those types, that I've seen even here on the mainland with regard to Hawaii. 

I'm not sure how to describe this, but two notable examples: One, a nice younger guy who rides a cargo bike and I've met several times by the bike racks at Whole Foods. I made the mistake of mentioning perhaps retiring back to Hawaii where I'd grown up, and I wish I could recall his exact words, but the feeling was something like, "You'd better not screw up my portion of Hawaii". I stopped mentioning Hawaii at all around him. The second example is the guy who owns "Skewers And Brew" downtown. I mentioned going back to Hawaii and he immediately sort of demanded information from me, where should he live on Oahu that's high-end, where his wife can do her shopping trips etc. I said they'd like it best in Hawaii Kai or Kahala, the two most expensive parts of the island and nice and upper-end. It was his demanding information like he was owed a place there that was really weird. 

So, here on the mainland, not only didn't I get to talk about where my first jobs were or where I went to high school or fun things I did growing up, but I couldn't talk about where I *had* gone to high school and where/what fun things I'd done growing up. Because then I'd have to say I grew up in Hawaii and then things would get really weird. 

 

RIP George Ariyoshi

 He made it to 100 years, sugoi! He was governor of Hawaii from the mid-70s to the mid-80s, so basically he was The Governor from when I was old enough to think about such things until the year I left Hawaii for the supposed greener pastures of the mainland. 

It felt like he was the default, the guy who'd be in his position until he was carried out feet first, but he was not actually governor all that long, and the feeling was that he'd always be voted in, no one could run against him yadda yadda. I think it was just the griping of butthurt haoles who were irked that a Japanese guy was governor. In reality he kept being voted in because he was a good guy. 

Doesn't it just figure; I didn't read up on him until today, having just learned that he made it to 100 and now hopefully is in the Pure Land. He was a good guy; born in Honolulu, went to a high school that I actually went to for a short while, served as a translator for the US Army in WWII, got his college degree on the GI Bill when it was really good for something, and went into politics. 

The write-ups on various Hawaii news sources says it all, he helped preserve a lot of land for agriculture or nature preservation, etc. He was just a good, competent governor. I guess the worst thing he presided over was the heptachlor scandal. This was a pesticide that was turning up in locally produced milk over the legal limit. Ariyoshi's slogan was "Quiet, effective" and someone made T-shirts with the chemical diagram of heptachlor and the words "quiet, effective" haha. 

I was living in a rooming house and going to college classes, working, a typical broke young adult experience. My room mates told me to pour out my milk, and I said that one more carton of milk isn't going to make any difference (I'd just bought a half-gallon and I drank a lot of milk in those days). I think the "scandal" was simply that Ariyoshi didn't act on the issue as quickly as some felt he should have. 

Yesterday was just about the same as the day before. Went to FedEx to mail stuff off. Collected boxes and other shipping materials. Got back here then rode downtown to the Amazon place for some bubble mailers, then to Walmart. 

I'd looked for Farmer John sausages to no avail there about a week ago, but this time I wanted to check out the cheese, and found for some reason, a huge amount of bacon and every Farmer John product imaginable, over at that end of the store. So while all I'd originally wanted was some Pledge, which I did get, I also got salami, cheese, and yep, a little box of Farmer Johns. 

Then, the ride back. I'd looked on the map and decided I'd take Alma, the major cross street near Walmart, West until I ran into Vine, then ride that back to Santa Clara street and to Whole Foods. Well, that worked, but Vine's a one-way for a good part of it and I ended up pooping along on the sidewalk through this homey little neighborhood area for blocks upon blocks. I think I need to go North on Almaden then jog over to Vine which gets re-named to Almaden and becomes two-way and that's the way to do it. 

I got over to Whole Foods and Petition Guy was there. I handed him more tape, as I had 3/4 of a roll of it I'd never use. He's about done with petitions so I may not see him for a while. 

I went in and got a slice of pizza, but it was a big one with, somehow, what amounted to half of another slice kind of attached to it. The guy at the pizza counter agreed that yeah, that counts as one slice... And a beer. I ate upstairs because it's kind of nice up there. 

Then I went back in and got more beer to take home, and I believe I stopped in at U-Save for some Guinness too but I'm not sure. It's been tons of riding and tons of busy-ness, trying to get my packing materials stocked up well again, and trying to work things around the rain that's coming. 

So, last night instead of listing things, I packed everything that had to go and I was glad for the packing supplies I'd just gotten in. Rain was supposed to come in "after 11AM" so all I could do was try to get to sleep and then get up early enough to get out of here shortly after waking up. 

I woke up around 12:30, and it wasn't raining although the sky was full of interesting and dramatic clouds. It felt like everything was holding its breath. I loaded up the bike, with the large box that wouldn't fit in the plastic tub everything else was in, in a trash bag on top of the tub. And rode off. 

I stayed perfectly dry. Everything was postal service and I dropped the things off there, then went to 99 Ranch for a couple of things, then rode back here without looking for packing stuff or anything, because I thought the way everything's holding its breath, maybe I can get downtown and deposit last week's paycheck and have a chance at getting more bubble mailers. 

I did, however, take a little jog by the natural foods place that puts things out, and got about 10 more Ritter Sports, hazelnut, and a bunch of other cookies, candy bars, etc. I just put everything in the tub, and put the empty cardboard boxes etc. in the dumpster.  

Right as I pulled up to the door here, I felt large rain drops. Well, I'll pull the bike in and see how this goes, I can still go downtown if it's just a little sprinkle... I thought. 

But once I had the bike and everything in, it gradually started raining more and more, and now it's rainy and stormy out there and I'm staying in. The check can wait. 

In other news, Our Most Zionist President wants banks to monitor citizenship, and if one is not a citizen, one is locked out of their bank account. A "Real ID" is specifically excluded as a proof of citizenship. A passport is OK, but if the information on your ID doesn't match the info on your birth certificate, it's difficult at best to get a passport. Examples are women who have married or divorced and thus had one or more name changes, or anyone who'd decided to change their name for any reason, trans people who have changed their gender marker, etc. 

Under this executive order by the pedo pants-shitter in chief, I'd be OK and Ken would be OK, but what about Ken's wife? She's under a different last name than what would be on her birth certificate. They went to Italy on vacation not all that long ago, so she should have a current passport and even an old one is proof of citizenship, so she might be OK. But this means is you can't be sure if you don't have a passport. 

Maybe this is a ploy, or more like  an unforeseen consequence, that tons more Americans will get passports. 

 

Busy day yesterday

 I packed things, got 'em to FedEx, had fried chicken at Krispy Chicken, no, wait, Chicken King, no that's not the latest name... Chicken Out. They still have Chicken King on their computer screen too haha. Delicious, and halal also. 

I did a very thorough search for packing materials got a fair load, and stopped at Tom's to say hi and drop off some eggs I'd found behind H Mart, and Tom was in a talkative mood so we hung out for a while. 

I got back here and re-configured the bike, and rode down to Walmart to get things, except I forgot the Pledge. Darn it. 

I came back from Wally's and went to Whole Foods and by this time it was about 9:30. Petition Guy was there and I gave him a new roll of that blue masking tape I'll never use, and we hung out and talked and I got beer, then rode home. 

By the time I got back here, it had to be 10:30 at the earliest. I decided to pack things to send out today using FedEx even for the small ones (they have a service where they hand things off to the post office, but rain's coming and I'm trying to avoid being out in the rain). That pretty much took up the night. 

The illegal night club had a busy night but thanks to the fence being closed, it was no problem here. 

 

The Bozo Bit

 Bill Gates is not exactly an exemplary human being, but back in the 90s I read a book about him and one thing that stuck with me was the idea of the "bozo bit". A bit being the most basic element of computation, a thing that it either a 1 or a 0, on or off. 

The idea was, Gates would interact with someone and if they turned out to be a bozo, IE unreliable, unintelligent, etc., in some way a waste of time, the "bozo bit" flipped and he gave up on that person. 

Ken didn't come by last night even though I'd called him in the afternoon and he'd said he'd come by. So he just plain forgot, or is juggling money such that he's had to pay something else and didn't have money left over for me (after all I'd told him if it comes to it, pay the electric company before he pays me because w/o electricity I can't get any work done) or something. 

I'm pretty sure the bozo bit idea didn't require one knowing why the other was a bozo, just determining that they're a bozo.

I was thinking the 3rd car (SUV) Ken and his wife bought might have made their finances suck. Being devout Suburbians, they have to have N+1 vehicles and there are two of them in their McMansion, so a 3rd vehicle is as necessary to them as fish on Friday is to a devout Catholic. And as per AAA figures, it costs a bit over a thousand a month to own and operate the average vehicle in the US. 

But, firstly, the SUV is his wife's and she may have bought it with her own money. She may have even paid cash. 

Secondly, when Ken, with my help, got out of the storage units here and into that one large one in Milpitas, he decreased his expenses by about a thousand a month. 

So, I don't know, Ken's just bad at managing money.  

And our numbers are really good lately. We're talking 9-10 thousand dollar months. And it's not like Ken's buying the stuff I'm selling; he's got so much stuff it's just been drawing down on the huge pile of stuff. 

But this happens, where a business will be doing really well but the expenses are too high or things are mismanaged and boom! They're out of business. 

Plus there's that August 31st "deadline" where a new lease must be signed. Whether the rent's raised or lowered depends on how good and reliable a tenant we are. 

I've said it ad nauseam  but I really want to hang in here and white-knuckle it until September of 2027. I'll be turning 65 and will have another year of savings. But if we're thrown out of here, or given notice, on 31 August this year, that gives me two weeks to mid-September, and I can gather up my stuff - just box it up! - and throw it into the storage across from Tom's and sleep at his place or in a hotel while I sell off everything I haven't sold off already, figure out what I'm going to use for luggage, etc. 

This is where Tom can be a real resource, because he flies to Alaska a lot, and I should pick his brain about luggage. I think I want something to carry on, and something big that can swallow up the cornet in its box, the cornet gig bag, clothes, etc.  

It's too bad in a way I'm not going to New Orleans, because then it's just hop on the Amtrak. But then I'd end up picking piss-soaked weed roaches off of the sidewalk, smoking crack, etc. No. Thanks. 

I packed a few more small things, gave myself a haircut, and took off almost an hour earlier than I'd usually take off for downtown. I dropped off trash, dropped off food things at the little free library, went to the Amazon place for bubble mailers (only got a few) then went to my bank and checked my balance. It was OK, so the last check I got some Ken hadn't bounced. 

I went over to Whole Foods and got "a small snack" of chicken, a little mashed potatoes, and broccoli, and a tall can of Lagunitas IPA because they were out of Guinness pints again. I had a few rolls of masking tape with me to give to Petition Guy but he wasn't there. I remembered him saying he was about done; that almost all of the petitions had enough signatures now. 

Basically not being paid, between buying and cash backs I took about $200, half of one paycheck, out of my bank account. That's my basic plan; put $400 in the bank each week, spend $200, and the other $200 is savings. 

I got a 12-pack of Lagunitas but they didn't even have the six packs of the sour little bottles of Guinness. A perfect time to check out "Kuik Stop", I thought. This is a liquor store on Taylor street that I've gone past a ton of times, and seems to be very busy and popular with the ahem, "urban camping" crowd. Maybe their prices are really good, I thought. 

So I went over there and checked it out and they didn't even have Guinness, and had your typical bodega type groceries, the cheapest beers, and nothing had prices on it. Run by Indians it seems. Meh. 

I rode over to First Street and to U-Save where I got my six-pack of sour little bottles and a bag of pork rinds, and rode back here. 

I found, on my desk, my pay check dated today, some mail, and one of those awful gun magazines "Concealed Carry" that Ken subscribes to. So, Ken was probably juggling a lot of things yesterday and just plain forgot. He *does* forget things. And I can deposit the check on Monday. 

After the IRS cashes my check my bank account will be down quite a bit. This is why I'm really hoping things will be stable enough for me to sweat out an additional year here, saving money. 

I put things away and put the trailer on the bike, and a big box that had to go to FedEx on the trailer and rode up to FedEx and dropped that off, and bought stuff in H Mart. 

On the way back I hunted for packing stuff and found some so that was good. I also found two loaves of French bread which I dropped off at Tom's place.  

A funny thing, though: On my ride out with the big box, I'd seen something rectangular and shiny on the bike lane so I stopped and picked it up. It was a package of Indian cigarettes, and they were all in there except one. I put it in my pocket. 

So after I'd picked up the 2 loaves of French bread, I was riding around the back side of the strip mall out onto Brokaw, and there's a red truck with a topper that someone's obviously living in. It's been there for weeks, and I saw the person moving around, doing something. She shouted something out, to me or to whom I had no idea, but it sounded similar to "smoking" which reminded me of the cigarettes. So I circled around and asked her if she smokes and sure she does (we were now talking through the constant yapping of her small dog) and accepted the cigarettes thankfully, then went into how she's shouted to me "but you rode by so fast" about some *snow tires* she has that are for sale. 

Like, who sees a bicyclist with a trailer with a plastic tub on it, in warm weather, in an area where it never snows, and thinks, "Aha! That's just the kind of person who's always looking for snow tires!". 

I said I didn't need 'em, that in the snow on my bike if it gets thick enough I just walk it, really. And got the fuck out of there because who knows what other random things she was going to try to sell me. 

This is a classic example of a certain type of homeless person, who always has this, that, and the other, for sale. Always hustling. The goods might even not be stolen. They could always put the things on Ebay or Craig's List. But that takes being organized and shipping things out on time, and in the case of Craig's List that's often where people look for things that have been stolen. 

But snow tires.... that's just so fucking random. 

 

Whew

 Well, tax papers and big check (just a hair under $3300) sent off, back here blah blah. 

Ken had forgotten his check book (he switches between his truck and his Toyota Camry) so he's supposed to drop off my check today or tonight. 

After he left I got to work packing things until I pooped out around 4AM then it was beer and YouTube before bed. 

It's windy and blustery and supposed to rain on Sunday so no busking this weekend but hopefully some good practices. 

I watched a wonderful BBC documentary from 1968 about their national band championship and the band "Black Dyke" won. They had/have bands the way companies in the US had/have softball teams. Even at the company I was with for a while, we had a guy who was a total goof-off but he could do no wrong because he was a good softball player. Even fucked up his ankle sliding into a base and didn't get fired for it. 

The band musicians in the documentary were amazing, and playing amazing pieces. No doubt they could all read music like it's nothing. And it was all brass, from low tubas to the smallest Eb cornets; I didn't even see any drums. And apparently you couldn't just set up a band, the musicians had to be with some company or coal mine or something. 

Now I really wish I'd hung onto the DVD of "Brassed Off" that was given to me by an old friend who was originally from Sheffield in England and was a regular at the electronics swap meets. It's not on YouTube any more, only bits of it, then you can watch it if you pay. Not putting my financial information on the internet, thanks! But at least among the snippets that can be watched is the scene where the gal plays, as the conductor calls it, "Aranjuez, or as you guys know it, 'Orange Juice'". 

It's a great piece, and I might work on really getting it down. Of course being a dumb ear player, that, for me, will involve memorizing it then practicing to play the "recording" of it that's in my head. Just having the music in my head seems to work OK for a busking level musician like me, and it's not like I'm aspiring to play for the London Phil.

I can't play "Ave Maria" any more. I really put some work into that one. It was the first real piece I taught myself to play and I really worked on the thing, would go over it in my head as I rode my bike around the Gilroy countryside; a real Van Gogh landscape out there. I played it for the land owner when he got back from his vacation and he wasn't impressed - he's only impressed by things he's done, not anyone else. 

But it was "my" piece and I played it at least once every busking session and now I can't play it because The Least Christian Man In The World has adopted it as "his" song, even "dancing" to it with all the grace of a drunken walrus. So it's dead to me now. 

But "Orange Juice" is a dandy. I've played bits of it just from hearing it from memory, off the radio or something, I think bits of Miles Davis having used bits of it, and it's gone over well. 

Financially, things are ... scary. We're doing well on Ebay, 9 and 10 grand months. But I think Ken has an "N+1" problem. N+1 refers to the rule in the US that however many people, N, live in a residence, there must be N+1 cars. A while back, maybe a year ago? - Ken bought his wife a new SUV. It might have been bought with her money, since she has some, and she'd traded in a car her dear departed sister had left her, a car she referred to as a "tin can" and having ridden in it, that's what it felt like to be in. But that "tin can" probably only brought a few thou in trade-in, and there's no way she paid in cash for the rest for the new SUV. That's not the American Way. Nope she financed it, guaranteed. And it costs at least a thousand a month to own and operate the average car here in the US. 

So they're shelling out at least an extra thousand a month so Suzy can tootle to the antique store and the market, and their finances are stretched to the extent that I think that might have tipped things right to the edge. 

I say this because my older sister has a theory that what lost us our Portlock Road house in Hawaii was a real estate agent lady who buddied up to my father enough to learn about his finances, and urged him to buy a sports car, a Datsun 240Z, and that was just enough extra expense to tip our finances to the point where we had to sell the house and move to a much cheaper house up in Pupukea (don't worry we got foreclosed out of that one not many years later). Real estate agents in Hawaii are bloodthirsty.  

I had two big things to pack which exhausted my supply of actually large boxes and most of my bubble wrap etc. I also packed a number of small ones. I got going the usual time; Ken had not come by with my check. That's life in high tech. I wish I'd put all that energy and money into learning how to tap-dance or something actually useful. 

I dropped off the things, got some things in 99 Ranch and H Mart, and really looked for packing materials on the way back, coming back with a good load. I called Ken to tell him an air compressor he brought over last night works, and just incidentally ask if he's coming over tonight. He says he is. 

 

 

Tax Day

 I got my taxes done ... call it 1 hour to print out all the needed forms, 1 hour to do the actual filling in and a calculation or two (much of it was the same) and 1 hour to write out my copies to keep for myself (easier than taking everything to FedEx to photocopy the papers) and write out a check and fill out the form V for Voucher and put it all in an envelope etc. 

The big bugaboo is done, and I think I paid a couple-few hundred less than last year. I'd rather pay the couple-few hundred a year and have an actual government rather than the banana republic shit we have now.  

Once I had everything in the large envelope, it was 5:30 and I took off out of here, dropped it off at the post office and bought some more stamps from the machine because (a) the only reason I had stamps was I had some that someone had left out by the trash at 99 Ranch, and (b) I like the stamps the machine prints out, they look neat. 

Then I went up to Dai Thanh market and got things, bought some beer in the liquor store there which turns out to have pretty decent prices, then went to the Filipino market for an onion and checked out the 7-11 and the liquor store there, both duds. Then went to 99 Ranch for a tall can of Korean IPA they sell, then went home, stopping at the EMT school place where I picked up a big, "luggable" IBM laptop that might be good to put on Ebay because some of the old ones are "collectibles". 

So I got in here and realized I hadn't even taken my trash with me, I'd been so intent on getting that envelope with my tax papers (and check) to the post office, but there's a dumpster out there tonight so I put the trash in there, plus went into the other, closer to me, trash enclosure and took out a box I'd thrown in there some days ago, put a bag of stuff that fit into it in it, and also grabbed a very big cardboard tube, 7 feet long or so, I'm pretty sure I put in there ages ago, and put those into the dumpster also. I'm not going to clean up the pile of stuff others put in there because I've learned that when I do, more just shows up. But I can sure take care of things I'm responsible for. 

I cooked dinner and did odd things, and Ken came by. He'd forgotten his check book so he's coming by  tomorrow again to give me my check, and my 1099 too. I said I have so much packing and shipping to catch up on that if I'm doing things right, I'm not going to the bank until Friday anyway. 

Ken had brought by a very large Subway ham and cheese sandwich and gave me half. Granted I put in extra mustard and mayo, but it was surprisingly good.  

I asked Ken if he'd gotten caught up on things ... apparently he still owes the landlord the $500-odd for that "NNN" fee, which isn't going to help our relations with the landlord. And he says he's got enough for me but is worrying over "some other expenses". That's a bit worrying. 

At least he brought a letter saying I'm still on Medi-Cal which is great. And a voter registration thing and I'd been wanting one of those. I was hoping I'd take care of it when I went to get my "Real ID" but this is good, I can just mail this one in. 

Yes, getting my "Real ID" will be the next thing. 

I don't see much busking going on this weekend. I haven't been practicing, and the weather's been very blustery and cold. There's an inch of rain forecast for Monday. 

 

It's "The Holocaust Industry" by Norman Finkelstein Day

 So go out and buy the book or better yet pirate it somehow. 

Anyway .... 

No I didn't work on taxes last night, I packed stuff. And tried to get to bed early, which ended up a bit past 6AM anyway. It's a fight to move my schedule earlier. 

I got up at 2:30 or so, packed some more things ... and Ken's not updated his financial information on Ebay so his payments are on hold right now. 

There have been more financial troubles like this in the last month or two than in years before. Many years. I really need to get on the stick and be prepared to jump. As I've mentioned, our present lease here runs out on August 31st. 

I'm not going to re-iterate my plan to leave mid-September of 2027 to Ken; I'm going to just keep on keeping on here, keeping the numbers good. And they are good lately.  

The thing is, once I lose (or leave) this place, I'm going to start burning money. I'd rather burn said money back in Hawaii getting settled back in at home, and can't think of any good reason to stick it out here in the most expensive part of the country.  

New Orleans is, interestingly, one of the cheapest parts of the country; a place kind to veterans and trumpet players. But with an absolutely stupendous crime rate, hurricanes, and I'm afraid I'd end up smoking crack, picking marijuana butts off of the piss (horse, and everything else) covered sidewalks, and somehow alienating every other musician who plays anything from the French horn to the kazoo, because that's what happens, right? I'm thinking it's one of the few places that are actually worse than Pahoa, Hawaii. 

 

One fine morning in a concentration camp ...

 There are some Soviet and some Jewish prisoners. The commander tells the Soviets, "Take up those shovels and kill the Jews" and the Soviets say "No, we won't do that". So then he tells the Jews, "Take up those shovels and kill the Soviets" and the Jews pick up the shovels enthusiastically. The commander says, "See? This is why we hate them". 

                                                            - joke/proverb told in Russia in WWII. 

What makes it "funny" is, the Soviets, although officially being atheist, would have come from a Christian background, the story of the Good Samaritan and all that, and would have hesitated to kill fellow human beings. But to Jews, anyone not Jewish is an animal, and would think no more of it than killing fish or chickens etc. 

Anyway .... interestingly, last night the police came around to the illegal night club again, or at least one car, which sat there with lights flashing until it was far enough into the 2-5AM operating hours that it prevented a big night for them, or even just a small gathering. 

I don't know who closed and locked the gates across the parking lot, and me, I'm not going near the gate, the lock, etc. The thing is, those no-good-niks have cameras here and there, these days any car can be assumed to possibly be as festooned with cameras as a Tesla, they could have a sneaky Ring anywhere, etc. 

So I just stayed in here after getting in from my ride downtown. And ... while I packed a lot of things, I also got involved in listening to some interesting podcasts on YouTube so I found a big test instrument to take apart so I'd at least be doing something useful, and fortunately the thing - a real treasure chest full of gold plated boards - didn't have super tight screws like many do, and I got that done in record time. 

Finally I was tired, fuggit. I drank more beer and went to bed. 

I woke up kind of early for me, about 1:30 in the afternoon. Hell, if this illegal night club isn't in my damn lap 3 days out of 7 of the week, I might be able to get away with going to bed earlier and being up early enough to try things like making and keeping appointments with the DMV and the SSA, even busking at lunch times and at farmer's markets. 

But today it was all about shipping, and I packed more things, and actually had everything dug out of the warehouse and packed, surprising myself. One big order I was sure I'd not have time to do, but decided I'd get started, and astonished myself by getting it done in half an hour. Among the things I had packed were two that probably should have gone out Friday and had for sure to go out today. So I was pretty happy. 

It's cold and blustery out there! I hit the usual stops, first FedEx to offload the larger boxes in the big load I had teetering on the bike trailer, then the post office for the small things, then did some shopping in 99 Ranch, then over to H Mart. 

Today's freebee: 2 bags of lychees I gave to Tom, because I know he likes them. They actually looked too good to toss out. 

I rode back here and got back to work, packing more things, because more things have to go out tomorrow.  

Orban is out, is the illegal night club next?

 Well, the Hungarian elections are over, Orban has conceded to .... what's his name. But this is really important because it's an election, rules were followed, people voted, and the wannabee dictator has stepped down. I hope we Americans can do things this well. 

Last night was interesting. The cleaning guys next door had their Mexican music playing loud-ish but not too loud, until past 2AM, Meanwhile the illegal night club started their "day" but there's a twist. 

Someone, I don't know who, had closed the gate dividing the parking lot between the two buildings. This had happened during the day, and there's been a truck loading, or unloading, or something, some boxes or something, at the illegal night club. 

So 2AM rolls around and the gate's closed, and pretty soon the pimps and ho's and johns show up, but ... the gate's closed and they're not up to park on this side and then sneak around the end of the fence. It's a narrow passage and dark and I think people pee there, and that's just not happening. So they'd just turn right around and drive out of this side. 

It was plenty busy on the other side, but because they weren't over here, it was nunna my bizniz, and thus no need to call the cops. This ... could work. 

But, at 4:30AM suddenly 4 or 5 cop cars swoop in, sirens and lights going. All I can think is that, well, all it takes is one shooting or stabbing and that'll bring 'em in like that. And it could even be a shooting, because however much people talk about having a "9 mil" there are a ton of "pimp guns" out there, little .25 and .32 ACP automatics, and this is just the crowd they'd be popular with. 

That whole building is hinky as hell. The unit on the end, officially a cosmetics supplier or who knows what, always seems to have scumbag types on bikes loitering around. So maybe it's the next place the cops are going to focus on. 

 I got up at 2:30 this afternoon and the gate is still closed. 

I had breakfast, looked for things, packed a thing  I finally found and gave up on the other one, and decided I wanted to go downtown. I packed up my trash and headed out, dropped trash & beer cans off, then went down to the Amazon place for bubble mailers and got 5, then a nice guy asked if I wanted his, but needed help opening them (one was textbook easy, the other got some quick Swiss Army Knife work) and thus I got two more. Nice guy! 

I decided that although I'm dressed really working-class, this would be a fine time to try out the sausage rolls at Trials Pub. But they were closed and so was Teskey's next door. Oh, well. I rode over to Nijiya and got veggies and some very thin Japanese spaghetti noodles, angel hair really. They had it in three sizes, like buying leads for a mechanical pencil. 1.4, 1.6, and 1.8mm. Hilarious. Also the package I got has this huge "3" on the front which led me to believe it's 3 servings, which at $7-odd is a bit steep, but once I got it home I realized it's 5 servings which isn't bad. 

My disappointment with "Tangle" oil and garlic flavor led me to buy this, since it's probably just as easy to make actual oil and garlic angel hair pasta as the imitation. I also got some overpriced Kraft "Parmesan" cheese because it's got good flavor and is perfect for things like this, and along with the other stuff was $17 and change. 

I then rode down to U-Save Liquors where I-Save. Their price for a 6-pack of Guinness bottles is pretty good, and they have Baken-Ets pork rinds which I've decided are my favorite, even beating out Da Heo brand. That was another $17 and change. 

Then I just rode back here. Avoiding zombies all along, of course. Lots of 'em out there staggering around. It wasn't exactly warm out, but the recent warm weather seemed to "liven" them up. 

It looks like the gates between the two buildings, which look the same but have different owners, are going to be closed for a while. I'm almost to the point where I'd say the other building is an "attractive nuisance" in that there's the illegal night club, the really sketchy unit on the end with the scumbags hanging around, and the car-repair place which might be OK or might be sketchy. I like to think it's just hot rod guys who like to work on their cars, plus their family/friends/coworkers getting routine car stuff done, but all it takes is one flake-O to decide it's a good base to sell drugs from or something, and there you go.  

Slept the day away I guess

 I woke up at 5 in the afternoon or so. Last night I'd photo'd 20 things and listed 10 of them, did various little time-consuming things around here, read too much Reddit as usual, and watched the antics of the illegal night club crowd and made my usual call to the cops to report the antics. 

I think the phone calls carry more weight than the reports to the police suspected prostitution and human trafficking web site, so I'll just keep with the calls. 

I need to widen the options though. I still need to call Zoning about this, and also call Vice/Special Investigations and see if there's an ongoing case, as I've been told. If so, I can ask them how I can be the best help. 

Those fuckers are noisy as hell. Loud convos in Spanish right on the other side of my door, idling cars same, loud music although that will typically only last a few minutes as they get tired of it too, etc. 

I mean, long in the past, I actually asked ol' Dr. Allison about renting an office upstairs at the Blue Cross Animal Hospital to live in, or I think I was asking about living there for free in exchange for some work, and he wanted to charge me rent which I didn't like the idea of at the time. I think it was $200. Laughably cheap, in other words. And it shows I was willing to put up with the noise of living directly above an animal hospital with kennels, that's right on Kapiolani Blvd. 

So I dunno, I'm not paying rent here. 

I'd sent an email last night to my pal on the Big Island, telling him to let me know when the Amazon gift card gets there. I got the reply today, he got it "weeks ago". In other words, the letter actually traveled through reverse time and got to him a week or two before I sent it. Neat trick. I replied that it may have felt like a few weeks due to the crazy weather there, but I'd only sent it a week or two ago. I'm glad he got it though, and he thanked me. 

The weather there *has* been crazy, with lots of flooding. So in my reply I regaled him with my account of The Flooding Of The Haleiwa River Basin During The 1970s Gas Crisis. Good times. 

The present flooding is worse, though, from the sound of it. And there's more beach erosion etc. Being back there is going to be wild. I"m going to want to go over that island with a fine-toothed comb. Having lived and worked all over the island, when I say I just about know every coconut tree there, it doesn't feel too far from the truth. 

I've investigated to death, I think, all the ways I might leave the US and there just isn't anything available to me other than perhaps a desperation "vacation" somewhere like Thailand or Viet Nam where I connive some way to never come back. And that's only if things get really bad here; I mean worse than they are now. Like, I'm going to be deported to a concentration camp for being insufficiently Zionist bad. 

I'm coming around to the theory that a lot of the stuff the Nazis did, the Nazis didn't actually do. What we "know" about Germany in WWII is largely a constructed world, a sort of lore that's agreed upon and this is vigorously enforced  by people who make a huge profit from it. 

Look at other constructed worlds. What witches do and how. The world of Star Trek or The Hobbit. Or King Arthur And The Table Round. Everyone knows the basic configuration and furniture of these worlds, and they're utterly unreal. 

I believe our knowledge of "The Holocaust" (you know, the thing where Germans are accused of doing what Jews are actually doing in the Middle East right now, with a higher daily kill rate) is largely composed of projections; of things the Jews actually do to their enemies or "inferiors" (and to them, all Gentiles are inferiors) or would if they got the chance. 

Author David Irving has researched all of this and of course there's a kernel of truth, the way a Faberge' egg might have an actual eggshell in there somewhere. But the enbroidery upon this kernel of truth is fantastic. 

Hell this imaginary world even comes with its own invented language, "Modern Hebrew", kind of like Esperanto or Klingon, or the "pig Latin" my parents use to use from time to time. 

And now this parasitical group, which our Founding Fathers innocently allowed to live here and establish a foothold, then power, then more power ... now feels it's powerful enough to strike. Thus what's going on in Iran. Thus new laws against anyone even looking sideways at one of The Chosen, hence the ending of the educations of college students, the ending of professional careers. This is not The Klan or The John Birchers or the DAR doing this, this is the people who did a damned fine job of brainwashing most of us that they were cute and cuddly and studious and not at all violent or genocidal, no sir! 

I can't believe I was going to join this group. I was going to the things, singing the songs (which almost all were, I don't know how, "settler" sounding, to where I could see the covered wagons cross the prairie when I sang them) doing the studies. I aced the Reading Hebrew class and at the end of it knew more than the teacher. 

And I was doing what's necessary to make such a move, which is to basically stick my fingers in my ears and go "LA LA LA!" and only looks at the news and world events from inside a bubble that's exclusive to Jews and useful idiots like evangelical Christians. 

I'm surprised I went as far as I did, because I've survived, especially my rather dangerous childhood and young adulthood, by having a acute bullshit filter. Finally I could just not do it. I could not make myself believe that "All Palestinians are guilty even children and babies". I could not believe that Jews were chosen by anyone, or special except in the way Professor Kevin MacDonald has researched, which is as an evolved parasitical group. 

The idea of One God, the idea of a God, is only good for motivating your own group to go and kill another group, or Anyone Who Isn't You. 

The equations, as I put it, don't need a God. A parallel I see is how what we call Maxwell's Equations today, are more properly the Maxwell-Heaviside Equations. The original Maxwell's version had a bunch of extra variables and were much more complicated. Genius nutball Oliver Heaviside distilled them down to their essentials and a bunch of those variables were not needed at all. 

This is what Buddhism did with religion. Sure you have people who are more enlightened, bodhisattvas like the Buddha himself, or Jesus or Shinran Shonen.  The Buddhist world pretty much explains it all. You've got animals, and Hungry Ghosts, and people, devas, bodhisattvas, etc. And as Rinban Sakamoto said, this is all around us. This is here, right now. I hope he enjoys his retirement in San Pedro, and I look forward to being in his home town, Mo'ili'ili, again. 

So the Jewish god? The proper name is "Baal" and in Buddhist terms, it's a preta, which is a hungry ghost that has accumulated too much power. Read the Torah just read the damned thing, and it's all killing, killing, and more killing. Rivers of blood. The Talmud enlarges on this, in the most gruesome ways. 

The message of Jesus was that you don't have to follow those ways. That you can care for your fellow man even if they're of an enemy tribe, hence the story of The Good Samaritan. Jesus helped, how he could, the poor and the outcast. There is none of this in Judaism. There is no concept of "poor and noble" or passing up personal gain in favor of morality. Christianity is not Judaism + Jesus, it's the absolute opposite of Judaism. The Catholics understand this, while the Protestants seem to be wannabee Jews, esteeming money over morality, happy to cooperated with Jews in American slavery and the rapacious American financial everything-is-a-scam system. 

And that's what this country is ruled by. Because when the nation was founded, it didn't have immunity to the poison pill. It didn't have the ability to see that a poison people should not be let in. So now we're enthusiastically carpet-bombing brown children in the Middle East. 

So I'm reading r/cripplingalcoholism on Reddit, for the stories as always and one guy mentions a Kelley's bar and being in Hawaii so I looked it up. Wow! Looks better than any "Irish" bar here in Silicon Valley and I've been in a fair number. Plus the prices are about 1/3 cheaper. That would be in keeping with the cost of living back there being 1/3 less than it is here. 

This is in keeping with the theme here, of being indoctrinated in a thing and finding out reality is 180 degrees opposite. "Jews are poor, put-upon victims" and "Hawaii is expensive" and the lies are repeated and repeated, but that can't make them true. 

Beautiful Clouds

 I didn't mention that yesterday the clouds were spectacular.

Today, I woke up at 3 because I'd set my alarm clock, and had packages packed, so all I had to do was eat breakfast and such little things and I was out the door at 4. 

There was a strong headwind I had to right against so I really pushed myself. It was a slog! But I wanted to be sure to get to the post office in time and the bank, plus I had to make an emergency stop at Nijiya to use their loo. But I did made great time. 

I deposited my check and their numbers and mine only differed by 50c or so, and that only because I'd thrown away a receipt and wrote down what I remembered. So, not bad! If I'm a dollar off per thousand, that's 0.1%. I really like accounting like an engineer rather than like an accountant. 

I got over to Whole Foods and it was so windy and blustery, I was surprised to see Petition Guy there. He said he's almost done, in that the petitions he's got almost all have enough signatures now. I guess it's kind of a seasonal job. I said I'm not busking this weekend because of the rain and it's a perfect time to get my taxes done. And that I'm going to go on the bus over to Han Kook Korean Market. 

I went into Whole Foods and got some pork and cabbage, and a can of beer, and ate and people-watched. Then ended up waiting forever for the #22 bus and when it did finally show up and we got going, it was obvious there had been some kind of problem with the buses because we ended up right on the heels of another #22. 

Eventually I got to the Lawrence stop and that can of beer had hit bottom. I really had to go, again. I decided to try the Burger King there, which has all these flags and balloons say they're NOW OPEN or something. It was excellent. The loos are clean and not locked, and the whole place is really clean. I decided to see if I could order some small thing because I always buy something, or tip, or something, in cases like this. The kiosk was easy to use, and I had the option of paying cash at the counter which was neat. I got these little cheese jalapeno things which were pretty good and only $2. 

OK all done with that, I walked over to Han Kook Market and could not think of anything else I was interested in other than what I'd come for, which was clear packing tape. They sell tape that's $2 a roll and had something like 3X as much on the roll as the stuff Ken buys. It's thinner but the thin stuff is still very strong, and unlike some thing tapes, this stuff is very well-behaved. I really like it.  

So I bought the 12 rolls they had on hand (I wasn't leaving anyone in the lurch, since there's another brand of clear tape they sell also) and walked back to the bus stop with my Whole Foods bag now holding $25 worth of tape. 

It rained a bit on the bus ride back, and it  was wet back at Whole Foods. Petition Guy was sort of set up at one of the tables under the roof, talking with someone. I went in and bought beer and a bag of frozen shrimp (the ones they sell there are the only ones I've found so far that have flavor) and loaded up the bike and rode back by the Hedding route. I didn't even get rained on. 

There were some beautiful anvil-shaped thunderhead clouds today, and we might get some thunder and lightning. And I'll be inside here, doing my taxes.