11.12.98
Part 2 of What I did on my summer vacation Posted 12 Nov 98
We are in a rather dark mood today, can't you tell? Indeed, we bury the great knight, one of those who has touched my heart, soul and mind. Not because I think he wanted to; I believe it was due to circumstances beyond his control. (Confused yet? One person in the universe will understand what I have written.)
Yet another friend, who ultimately meant more to me had to step out. The difference between he and Auntie Honey is she left an obituary. This week has been fraught with death. I hope it ends soon. It has depressed me beyond belief. Work today was really hard, though. Lotsa deep sighs and chest pain.
Auntie was one of those once in a lifetime kind of people. She had this amazing gravely voice from one too many cigarettes, and just looked rough. Sweetest woman, though. really caught the old Hawaiian spirit. She took me under her wing when I was a novice at the Blood Bank and showed me the path to righteousness. She is also responsible for a rather annoying nickname that has stuck ever since (No, I'm not going to tell you.)
We break for something more entertaining....tales from Kona.
Whaddya think when you think of Hawaii? Palm trees? little grass shacks? Auntie Irmgard strumming her ukulele singing "I wanna go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii, I wanna see all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago....I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homesick island boy, I wanna go back to my fish and poi..." or do you think of stark, desert? Baby, that's what Kona is. Water it...it grows. ignore it, it dies. Simple no? It all starts when you step off the plane at Keahole Kona International Airport. You step off the plane, and walk down stairs. I do have to resist the temptation to bust a move and do my Nixon in China imitation at the top of the stairs. The airport itself is a loosely connected series of buildings with no roof to speak of. Translation: it rains, you get wet. Obviously, it doesn't rain here. This is also the only airport that doesn't really have walls. There is a pile of rocks and soil that separates you from the tarmac. Secure? probably not. Hawaiian? you betcha.
Unfortunately, my purpose in Kona was to work, and we were kicked in the DesiAss. (this has been a paid political announcement) The place was a high school The children were children, the stress level was high, and the room temperature was 26 degrees (For the metrically challenged, that's HOT!) There is a picture of a VERY irritated me which had the misfortune of showing up in the local paper the next day. I really did do my best to look pissed off so he would go find someone more happy to photograph. I had been slamming big needles into the arms of children all day long, and was tired of seeing all the little blue dots in my eyes that his flash gave me. Any wonder why the dour expression?
A thought for you that came off a bumper sticker. "Mean people suck. Nice people swallow." I promise to be more upbeat tomorrow. Today, I'm just beat and blue.
"We bury the great knight
with the Studio's valediction.
They told me Francis Hinsley,
They told me you were hung.
With red protruding eyeballs,
And black exuding tongue."
--from The Loved One
We are in a rather dark mood today, can't you tell? Indeed, we bury the great knight, one of those who has touched my heart, soul and mind. Not because I think he wanted to; I believe it was due to circumstances beyond his control. (Confused yet? One person in the universe will understand what I have written.)
Yet another friend, who ultimately meant more to me had to step out. The difference between he and Auntie Honey is she left an obituary. This week has been fraught with death. I hope it ends soon. It has depressed me beyond belief. Work today was really hard, though. Lotsa deep sighs and chest pain.
Auntie was one of those once in a lifetime kind of people. She had this amazing gravely voice from one too many cigarettes, and just looked rough. Sweetest woman, though. really caught the old Hawaiian spirit. She took me under her wing when I was a novice at the Blood Bank and showed me the path to righteousness. She is also responsible for a rather annoying nickname that has stuck ever since (No, I'm not going to tell you.)
We break for something more entertaining....tales from Kona.
Whaddya think when you think of Hawaii? Palm trees? little grass shacks? Auntie Irmgard strumming her ukulele singing "I wanna go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii, I wanna see all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago....I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homesick island boy, I wanna go back to my fish and poi..." or do you think of stark, desert? Baby, that's what Kona is. Water it...it grows. ignore it, it dies. Simple no? It all starts when you step off the plane at Keahole Kona International Airport. You step off the plane, and walk down stairs. I do have to resist the temptation to bust a move and do my Nixon in China imitation at the top of the stairs. The airport itself is a loosely connected series of buildings with no roof to speak of. Translation: it rains, you get wet. Obviously, it doesn't rain here. This is also the only airport that doesn't really have walls. There is a pile of rocks and soil that separates you from the tarmac. Secure? probably not. Hawaiian? you betcha.
Unfortunately, my purpose in Kona was to work, and we were kicked in the DesiAss. (this has been a paid political announcement) The place was a high school The children were children, the stress level was high, and the room temperature was 26 degrees (For the metrically challenged, that's HOT!) There is a picture of a VERY irritated me which had the misfortune of showing up in the local paper the next day. I really did do my best to look pissed off so he would go find someone more happy to photograph. I had been slamming big needles into the arms of children all day long, and was tired of seeing all the little blue dots in my eyes that his flash gave me. Any wonder why the dour expression?
A thought for you that came off a bumper sticker. "Mean people suck. Nice people swallow." I promise to be more upbeat tomorrow. Today, I'm just beat and blue.
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