1.16.99
Some notes from my handwritten journal, scribbled over the last week. I find that if I don't take notes, the ideas are like sand thru the hourglass, so are the days of our lives. (orchestra swells)
Tuesday, January 13, 1999
On the beach at Keauhou
A note from the King Kamehameha Kona Beach Hotel and Flophaus.
Well, we were supposed to be at the old Kona Hilton. I can never remember the proper name of the place, and besides everybody knows the "Old Kona Hilton." So many directions here involve places that have not existed for many, many years. There was some snafu with the reservations, so instead of lounging in luxury, we're at this dump, the home of the 45 minute check in, to find the room that you were assigned already has occupants. It is a passable "tourist grade" room. There is no view to speak of, unless you count the constantly busy Alii Drive below and the dive bar across the street that I do frequent (Quinns. Excellent fish & chips & martini) The room is not unpleasant. Not pleasant, though.
Should you have access to to the San Francisco Examiner's January 12 1999 edition, do look at the Style page. (Oh, sorry. The local morning paper, Honolulu Advertiser is dreadful. I take a SF Examiner whenever I go on these neighbour island jaunts because it's the only current mainland paper available at 5 am.) Anyway, there is a review for Madame Butterfly (good, and recommended. I'm very sad that I am missing it. It is a fave.) More than that, though, read the review of the concert given by the pop group 'N Sync, written by Craig Marine. It starts out with this paragraph:
"Seriously now, how is a person supposed to write a review of the 'N Sync concert Sunday night at the Berkeley Community Theatre? If you feel like you're some sort of music critic, you're going to end up pretending you were listening to the singing and double key boards and the goofy-ass dancing that make a Caucasian ashamed for his race. If you treat it like a cultural phenomenon, replete with stories of the unabashed joy of shrieking pre-pubescent females in the presence of their stunned parents, you can lose your credibility as a critic."
Give you an idea of why I loved his review? He continues to explain that he doesn't have any real credibility to lose, so what the hell. There are a couple of allusions to their female counterparts, the Spice Girls. The most memorable quote in this particular article deals with their 'N Sync costumes, namely the 'tough street look' ones:
"...aint we tough, we're so bad even if we wouldn't last 20 seconds if we walked out of the auditorium look. Scary Spice could kick all of those wimps' tight little butts and still have energy left over to give birth."
What an appropriate, beautiful treatment for this fluff. As he also sez, "You want art, go to a museum." After all, these youngmen are only the 'flavour of the month,' and we will be using their CD as a coaster soon. (I use AOL CD-ROMs for coasters. The only good use for them I think.)
Thursday, January 14, 1998
On lunch break during a particularly boring blood drive.
Last night was beer and poki (aka raw fish and seaweed.) Several of us got together, pooled our resources, and bought a huuuuge tray of sushi, and generally made little piggies of ourselves.
Unfortunately, there was a slight breakdown of communication, or a general lack of communication altogether. On the way back from Kona Hospital in Kealekekua, Ces and I stopped at Safeway and bought several pounds of poki. The haole boy (me) insisted on poi and beer also. Unfortunately, Akiona also did the same, so soon we had enuf raw fish to feed a small army. Therefore, I am enjoying a lunch of fish and poi that would make any Hawaiian proud.
Last night, after the light went away, and I was alone on the beach, I had a few moments to myself to sit and contemplate the meaning of life, etc. I thought about my grand website relocation scheme, and why it was taking so long. The real reason? The server I ws so exited about, though it lacks pop-up ads, isn't exactly reliable, and many of the files that I downloaded were corrupt when I browsed them. I've decided that it just isn't worth the aggravation. If I really have a hardon for moving away from Geoshitties, I will just have to move elsewhere. Reliability is important to me. I switched ISP's because I got one too many busy signals.
The other thing that I thought out was the way I speak, or more succinctly, the way I type. My normal conversation is littered with dozens of localisms and Hawaiian words that would probably go misunderstood unless you live here, and love things Hawaiian. So, as they say, "In an effort to perpetuate the Hawaiian language," I'm going to build a glossary of sorts and link all of these obscure words, and people that I refer to there. This will also serve as a link page of sorts, a guide to those places in the Internet that I find amusing. I figure that it will kill two birds with one stone; you will learn a bit about Hawaiian culture, and also see some of the things in this big broad internet that turn me on. It's gonna take a while to build, for I've started to use a HTML editor that is different from the one I use. Plus, I know from my previous attempts to set deadlines for publication, that I ought not even try.
You will be impressed that I am actually making a concerted effort to actually learn HTML. Pagemill turned out to be unwieldy and awkward, so I have abandoned its use and investigation. Besides, I've got better things to do with $100. My freebie that came off the internet seems to work just fine. We'll see if Im' singing the same song next week.
Tuesday, January 13, 1999
On the beach at Keauhou
A note from the King Kamehameha Kona Beach Hotel and Flophaus.
Well, we were supposed to be at the old Kona Hilton. I can never remember the proper name of the place, and besides everybody knows the "Old Kona Hilton." So many directions here involve places that have not existed for many, many years. There was some snafu with the reservations, so instead of lounging in luxury, we're at this dump, the home of the 45 minute check in, to find the room that you were assigned already has occupants. It is a passable "tourist grade" room. There is no view to speak of, unless you count the constantly busy Alii Drive below and the dive bar across the street that I do frequent (Quinns. Excellent fish & chips & martini) The room is not unpleasant. Not pleasant, though.
Should you have access to to the San Francisco Examiner's January 12 1999 edition, do look at the Style page. (Oh, sorry. The local morning paper, Honolulu Advertiser is dreadful. I take a SF Examiner whenever I go on these neighbour island jaunts because it's the only current mainland paper available at 5 am.) Anyway, there is a review for Madame Butterfly (good, and recommended. I'm very sad that I am missing it. It is a fave.) More than that, though, read the review of the concert given by the pop group 'N Sync, written by Craig Marine. It starts out with this paragraph:
"Seriously now, how is a person supposed to write a review of the 'N Sync concert Sunday night at the Berkeley Community Theatre? If you feel like you're some sort of music critic, you're going to end up pretending you were listening to the singing and double key boards and the goofy-ass dancing that make a Caucasian ashamed for his race. If you treat it like a cultural phenomenon, replete with stories of the unabashed joy of shrieking pre-pubescent females in the presence of their stunned parents, you can lose your credibility as a critic."
Give you an idea of why I loved his review? He continues to explain that he doesn't have any real credibility to lose, so what the hell. There are a couple of allusions to their female counterparts, the Spice Girls. The most memorable quote in this particular article deals with their 'N Sync costumes, namely the 'tough street look' ones:
"...aint we tough, we're so bad even if we wouldn't last 20 seconds if we walked out of the auditorium look. Scary Spice could kick all of those wimps' tight little butts and still have energy left over to give birth."
What an appropriate, beautiful treatment for this fluff. As he also sez, "You want art, go to a museum." After all, these youngmen are only the 'flavour of the month,' and we will be using their CD as a coaster soon. (I use AOL CD-ROMs for coasters. The only good use for them I think.)
Thursday, January 14, 1998
On lunch break during a particularly boring blood drive.
Last night was beer and poki (aka raw fish and seaweed.) Several of us got together, pooled our resources, and bought a huuuuge tray of sushi, and generally made little piggies of ourselves.
Unfortunately, there was a slight breakdown of communication, or a general lack of communication altogether. On the way back from Kona Hospital in Kealekekua, Ces and I stopped at Safeway and bought several pounds of poki. The haole boy (me) insisted on poi and beer also. Unfortunately, Akiona also did the same, so soon we had enuf raw fish to feed a small army. Therefore, I am enjoying a lunch of fish and poi that would make any Hawaiian proud.
Last night, after the light went away, and I was alone on the beach, I had a few moments to myself to sit and contemplate the meaning of life, etc. I thought about my grand website relocation scheme, and why it was taking so long. The real reason? The server I ws so exited about, though it lacks pop-up ads, isn't exactly reliable, and many of the files that I downloaded were corrupt when I browsed them. I've decided that it just isn't worth the aggravation. If I really have a hardon for moving away from Geoshitties, I will just have to move elsewhere. Reliability is important to me. I switched ISP's because I got one too many busy signals.
The other thing that I thought out was the way I speak, or more succinctly, the way I type. My normal conversation is littered with dozens of localisms and Hawaiian words that would probably go misunderstood unless you live here, and love things Hawaiian. So, as they say, "In an effort to perpetuate the Hawaiian language," I'm going to build a glossary of sorts and link all of these obscure words, and people that I refer to there. This will also serve as a link page of sorts, a guide to those places in the Internet that I find amusing. I figure that it will kill two birds with one stone; you will learn a bit about Hawaiian culture, and also see some of the things in this big broad internet that turn me on. It's gonna take a while to build, for I've started to use a HTML editor that is different from the one I use. Plus, I know from my previous attempts to set deadlines for publication, that I ought not even try.
You will be impressed that I am actually making a concerted effort to actually learn HTML. Pagemill turned out to be unwieldy and awkward, so I have abandoned its use and investigation. Besides, I've got better things to do with $100. My freebie that came off the internet seems to work just fine. We'll see if Im' singing the same song next week.
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