malthaussen
malthaussen's JournalRandom philosophical thought...
If reason is the enemy of the passions and desire, then one who is ruled by the passions or desires must be the enemy of reason. And for those who seek to rule others by their passions and desires, Reason must be the greatest enemy.
But as capitalism is based on the appeasement of the passions and desires, reason must also be the enemy of capitalism.
-- Mal
Alas, Malthaussen needs help
Alas, it has come to this. I am now housing insecure. I can't quite make my rent payments, and the waiting list for a place I can afford is six months minimum. I can almost, but not quite, make the rent and other expenses to stay off the street. In the middle of winter, the street is no place to be.
So I'm asking for help to make ends meet, until I can get that cheaper pad. Hopefully only six months, but maybe longer -- waiting lists are unpredictable. I throw myself on the boundless kindness of others to reach that goal.
Eric Hammer, aka Malthaussen to many.
(The reason my location says "Leitchfield" is because that's where my bank is. I've always just kept using it, since I pay all my bills with my debit card anyway. I'm physically in Pittsburgh PA)
My GoFundMe link is: https://www.gofundme.com/f/malthaussen-aka-eric-hammer-needs-help-for-rent
It's quite maddening, parenthetically, that there are places out there I can afford right now, today, no problemo, but they have waiting lists of six months, a year, or more. So near, yet so far.
Any social media signal boost would be helpful and appreciated. As would general good vibes.
-- Mal
A silly question for the technically more savvy than I (which ain't hard)
I'm applying online for an apartment, and they want a picture of my ugly mug (why?). Thing is, I ignore all tech I don't use, and selfies have never been on my list.
I have an iPhone, which takes pictures somehow (I don't know how to do it). And I understand there are ways to get the resulting picture onto my computer so I can send it to those who wish to admire it. Which I also don't know how to do.
If someone with more knowledge (and interest!) could advise me, I'd know more today than I knew yesterday.
-- Mal
Anybody have a room to rent -- anywhere?
I'm currently living with my SIL, and she's made it clear she wants me outa here. Something of a clash of personalities. I need to relocate, anyway, and as I have a small fixed income (SSI, but hey, we're getting a whole 3% raise in January!), I cannot afford an apartment, well, anywhere. No landlord would look at me when I net $500 a month (or will in January). Subsidized housing is the way to go long-term, and I am on several such lists, but the woman wants me gone by January (and good luck with that). So at this point, I'll take a bed anywhere, for which I can maybe pay $400 a month (got to have some money for food). Yeah, that's below market rate for most places. A bit of a problem, but it's where things are.
67 years old, quiet to the point of being a recluse (a WiFi and a laptop and I'm happy all day), no bad habits except, apparently, breathing.
-- Mal
I'd like to move back to PA
Unfortunately, with my very limited fixed income, I need a cheap room or boarding house, and they are not easy to find. So I thought I'd float the question here at DU. Pittsburgh or Philly area would be favorite, but I wouldn't rule out other, less expensive areas.
67 years old with no bad habits at all. Very quiet, keep to my room and myself. A WiFi and a laptop and I'm happy all day.
But I can't afford more than $400 a month, which makes apartments impossible. Subsidized housing works, but the waiting lists are long and the application has to be made in person, the materials can't be sent in the mail. As I currently live out of state, this is also problematic, at least until I can get back in state.
-- Mal
I don't suppose anyone in the Pittsburgh area has a spare room they'd like to rent?
Things are looking a bit iffy on the housing front for me, as my SIL is getting a lot of pressure from her friends to kick my sorry ass out of her house. Well, I can only afford about $200 a month for the room, I can see their point (that's taking into account food and other bills I have to take care of).
I would love to move back to Pittsburgh (or Philly in a pinch), as Florida is an incredibly depressing place to live. Unfortunately, one needs to be a PA resident to get housing help in PA (what a novel idea!). So even though I'm eligible for any subsidized housing around, I don't live where I can get to it.
It's annoying, I'm a quiet guy who keeps to his room virtually 24/7 and doesn't bother anybody, but apparently that's not good enough for some people. Grouse, grumble.
-- Mal
"We'd like to send you notices"
Every couple of logins, this message pops up, that DU wants to send notifications. There is no "No, and stop asking me" option, which I think might be a useful thing to have. Otherwise, you know, one tends to feel nagged.
-- Mal
So, how do I ask the admins a question?
I'm obviously dense, but there doesn't seem to be a forum for questions/comments about the site. This is not that forum, and site questions have been banned here before.
What's a poor boy to do?
-- Mal
Horse racing: the sport where a gelding can be named "Man's Man."
I like to think of him as the mascot for incels.
-- Mal
Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
(Wilfred Owen)
-- Mal
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