10.19.98
I inadvertently left my notebook at work over the weekend, so my notes for Saturday's entry were unavailable. I had to wing it, and I didn't do too badly. Let's hear it for short term memory! One part that bears writing is this below. It is an event from Friday:
#47, Alapai Street
There are two unconscious kids on the back bench--at least they want the world to think that they are unconscious. They're dressed like usual kids, clothing fifteen sizes too large, the band of their BVD's an important fashion accessory. A fellow gets on with a disabled bus pass. He is not so different, however the contraption which encircles his head draws a comment... The individual in question has found two pieces of thick glass (at least 2 cm thick) and has attached them to what appears to be a very short curtain rod. The entire contraption is strapped to his head by way of a large leather strap and several bread ties.
Psychological illness really does disturb me. The United Negro College Fund (I do believe they have a more PC name now.) has the trademark motto "The mind is a terrible thing to waste." I wonder why nature does it for some, and not others. Perhaps it is Buddha trying to teach us humility through adjustments in seratonin uptake.
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HONI is another of those funny multi-purpose Hawaiian words. It means alternatively "To Smell (verb)" or "to Kiss." The original concept is pagan...to share the 'breath of life.' People in "this land of ALOHA" are constantly embracing and kissing each other. Men, women, it really doesn't matter, it's all the same, which is kinda nice. Every morning when I walk into work, I am hugged and kissed by at least three people. The Blood Bank is really very touchy-feely in that respect. We're all ohana (family) and it's our method of survival against the wolf-woman. (more about her later after she pisses me off. Currently, she's on vacation, and the stress level is WAY LOW. :-)) One of my co-workers notes that a friend always embraces him whenever they meet. In Hawaii, two men embracing in the street doesn't raise eyebrows. That's nice. It shouldn't raise suspicions of homosexuality. I don't know that I'm quite man enough to hug him at work, though. Gotta maintain that straight image... He's the first person form work that I've given my URL to. I can trust him. Heya, handsome...btw, your ass looked really awesome in the pants you were wearing today.
Dr. Bob wonders if all this honi-honi is the reason the CMV infection rate is 90% in Hawaii as compared to 50-60% elsewhere in the world (CMV=cytomegalovirus...aren't you glad you asked?)
Later that same day....
Everyone complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.
In the last 24 hours, I've read the bitches of no fewer than FIVE people who are talking about how miserable their lives are, how they feel so alone in the world, how nobody understands them.
Sorry, no sympathy. Turn off the fucking computer, and go outside. It’s a beautiful autumn day in most parts of North America, and I would give my left nut to be a-wading through a pile of red and orange leaves right now. Just about every American city worth it's spit has a botanical garden or two, or at least a wooded section somewhere within its boundaries. Just go. Commune with nature. Remind yourself that you are not the only creature on this planet. It is a problem with computers. They breed a culture based on introversion and sociopathic behavior. "Me, me, me" becomes a mantra because the flickering screen delivers content expressly designed for your eyes. You don't like it? Read, grimace, delete. Push the "back" button on your browser.
Just do it. You have no idea how it pains me to hear people say "I'm the only person in the universe." You are not alone…Dr. Bob is here. Some of you should go check your mail in the next week. I'm sending products from the back yard in an effort to explain it all to you in a huge and significant way. When you call for your parcel, tell the clerk at the PO that someone who loves you sent it. Then smile, damn ya!
"Physician, heal thyself."
#47, Alapai Street
There are two unconscious kids on the back bench--at least they want the world to think that they are unconscious. They're dressed like usual kids, clothing fifteen sizes too large, the band of their BVD's an important fashion accessory. A fellow gets on with a disabled bus pass. He is not so different, however the contraption which encircles his head draws a comment... The individual in question has found two pieces of thick glass (at least 2 cm thick) and has attached them to what appears to be a very short curtain rod. The entire contraption is strapped to his head by way of a large leather strap and several bread ties.
Psychological illness really does disturb me. The United Negro College Fund (I do believe they have a more PC name now.) has the trademark motto "The mind is a terrible thing to waste." I wonder why nature does it for some, and not others. Perhaps it is Buddha trying to teach us humility through adjustments in seratonin uptake.
****
HONI is another of those funny multi-purpose Hawaiian words. It means alternatively "To Smell (verb)" or "to Kiss." The original concept is pagan...to share the 'breath of life.' People in "this land of ALOHA" are constantly embracing and kissing each other. Men, women, it really doesn't matter, it's all the same, which is kinda nice. Every morning when I walk into work, I am hugged and kissed by at least three people. The Blood Bank is really very touchy-feely in that respect. We're all ohana (family) and it's our method of survival against the wolf-woman. (more about her later after she pisses me off. Currently, she's on vacation, and the stress level is WAY LOW. :-)) One of my co-workers notes that a friend always embraces him whenever they meet. In Hawaii, two men embracing in the street doesn't raise eyebrows. That's nice. It shouldn't raise suspicions of homosexuality. I don't know that I'm quite man enough to hug him at work, though. Gotta maintain that straight image... He's the first person form work that I've given my URL to. I can trust him. Heya, handsome...btw, your ass looked really awesome in the pants you were wearing today.
Dr. Bob wonders if all this honi-honi is the reason the CMV infection rate is 90% in Hawaii as compared to 50-60% elsewhere in the world (CMV=cytomegalovirus...aren't you glad you asked?)
Later that same day....
Everyone complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.
In the last 24 hours, I've read the bitches of no fewer than FIVE people who are talking about how miserable their lives are, how they feel so alone in the world, how nobody understands them.
Sorry, no sympathy. Turn off the fucking computer, and go outside. It’s a beautiful autumn day in most parts of North America, and I would give my left nut to be a-wading through a pile of red and orange leaves right now. Just about every American city worth it's spit has a botanical garden or two, or at least a wooded section somewhere within its boundaries. Just go. Commune with nature. Remind yourself that you are not the only creature on this planet. It is a problem with computers. They breed a culture based on introversion and sociopathic behavior. "Me, me, me" becomes a mantra because the flickering screen delivers content expressly designed for your eyes. You don't like it? Read, grimace, delete. Push the "back" button on your browser.
Just do it. You have no idea how it pains me to hear people say "I'm the only person in the universe." You are not alone…Dr. Bob is here. Some of you should go check your mail in the next week. I'm sending products from the back yard in an effort to explain it all to you in a huge and significant way. When you call for your parcel, tell the clerk at the PO that someone who loves you sent it. Then smile, damn ya!
"Physician, heal thyself."
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