11.6.98

Okeydokey I've gotten over my Carmina Burana mood, and I am totally MondoDesiPsyched about going off for the next week Tomorrow, my work will take me to the most mystical and laid back of the Hawaiian Islands, Moloka'i. It is really a magical place, but I can't describe it to you. You have to go to understand. Remember the old song, "Horse with no Name?" Think about the lyrics, and maybe you'll get it. There is NOTHING to do on Moloka'i, and even less to do in Maunaloa, where our hotel is (Kaluakoi, for those in the know.)

The most beautiful stretch of beach that I have seen in this entire chain of islands faces roughly west, towards Oahu It is absolutely dark, no lights at all after you get away from the hotel. Nobody for 5+ miles. All you see is an orange silhouette in the distance.

and you realize that it is home over there.

Home is mighty damn important, wherever that might be. Below, a vision from my home:

(ed. note: there was a picture of a Coke machine that was changed to be a live bait dispenser here.)

I just want you to think about it for a while.

Upon my return, I'm gonna rip this journal apart, and rip off an idea sent by a friend which will hopefully make this thing more navigable. Until then, be goood to each other, okay?

Thanks, Monka. You really make me smile....