4.13.99
Didja miss me, baby? As they say, Maui is pau and not a moment too soon. Actually, given the possibilities of genocide, it went remarkably well. We all were still smiling at each other at the end (which I did not expect,) and I must say that I was pleased by the generally civil way in which everyone maintained themselves.
Enuf of that...now the dirt (hehehe) (T) and I went off the first afternoon to the nudie beach after freezing our collective asses off at a school in Pukalani. For those who do not know where this fair town is, it is half way up the slope of the big-assed mountain, Haleakala. As such, it is cold, the winds blow the smoke from burning sugar cane fields through the room, and everyone is kinda grumpy.
Of course, members of the media recognize these simple things, and the next morning, I was splayed in glorious colour on the front page of the Maui News "skillfully sliding the needle in." I told them I wanted hazard pay for being subjected to such humiliation. Maybe I'll scan it for your later perusal...maybe not.
As previously mentioned, T and I went back to the nude beach at Makena. It really is a glorious place, so accessible yet so secluded. There were a couple of yummy things worth looking at, and I left T to look at them. I, on the other had, hiked across the lava fields to sit and watch the sun set as I had before. I was annoyed only by one nasty old fellow with sagging everything who just couldn't understand why I didn't want to throw my legs in the air and allow his wrinkled, syphilitic penis entry to my temple. If I ever get that way, just shoot me. Seriously.
T got lucky, and I heard about the grisly details all the way back into town. He also mentioned that there was the possibility that a friend of his was going to be in town and I might be on my own for one night. Naturally, I could care less, but when push came to shove, he didn't come home, and I actually didn't see him until the next morning, unshaven and looking fairly disreputable. This boy really does have a skewed version of life sometimes. There are various reasons why I say this, but even the anonymous position that I have given my friend doesn't allow me to break confidence, so I shan't.
We went to see a wonderful movie, after the advice of a donor, Life is Beautiful, the Roberto Bernigni flick. Actually, T didn't like it (I think the subtitles were a bit much for him,) but I thought it was absolutely fabulous, so I dragged RR to it tonight. He also didn't like it, but his reason for disliking it was based on the fact that his poor heart was dragged through the mud and thoroughly stomped upon. Funny, I didn't get that. Has my heart become so callused that I have become immune to the sadness of others? I thought that Life is Beautiful was more an inspirational "anything for the kid" kind of a movie. I left it feeling really good about life in general, without a tear in my eye. Yes, it was as good the second night as it was the first.
That brings us to Thursday night, the last one of our ordeal. Someone had organized a party that was thrown in our honour, so I, detesting such things unless being paid for my attendance, begged out. I wandered back down the road to Kihei and saw another movie, this time Shakespeare in Love. Eh. I could have lived without seeing it, though the boy who played "Will" Shakespeare was certainly easy on the eyes. There are several complaints that I could make about this movie, the first one being the business of Judi Dench winning an Oscar™ for her portrayal of QE I. She should have actually won an award for "Best Dressed Supporting Actress." Really! Did she have ten lines in the whole damn movie? "Love your hair...hope it wins!" Whaddya know. It did!
That was the Maui trip. There are a couple of things that have happened in my life since then, but they will have to wait. Tune in later for juicy details involving a four-page letter sent to me and some angst in my life recently. Right now, I'm too tired, any my week is just beginning to end.
Lastly, want an interesting diversion? This is a webcam site for a fellow named John Colombo in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. If you are lucky enough, you can see his muscular ass in his bed, but I think the most interesting feature is his diary. He has a nice honest no-bullshit style that really invites you into his mind. I think it's really quite refreshing. Here's the link.
Enuf of that...now the dirt (hehehe) (T) and I went off the first afternoon to the nudie beach after freezing our collective asses off at a school in Pukalani. For those who do not know where this fair town is, it is half way up the slope of the big-assed mountain, Haleakala. As such, it is cold, the winds blow the smoke from burning sugar cane fields through the room, and everyone is kinda grumpy.
Of course, members of the media recognize these simple things, and the next morning, I was splayed in glorious colour on the front page of the Maui News "skillfully sliding the needle in." I told them I wanted hazard pay for being subjected to such humiliation. Maybe I'll scan it for your later perusal...maybe not.
As previously mentioned, T and I went back to the nude beach at Makena. It really is a glorious place, so accessible yet so secluded. There were a couple of yummy things worth looking at, and I left T to look at them. I, on the other had, hiked across the lava fields to sit and watch the sun set as I had before. I was annoyed only by one nasty old fellow with sagging everything who just couldn't understand why I didn't want to throw my legs in the air and allow his wrinkled, syphilitic penis entry to my temple. If I ever get that way, just shoot me. Seriously.
T got lucky, and I heard about the grisly details all the way back into town. He also mentioned that there was the possibility that a friend of his was going to be in town and I might be on my own for one night. Naturally, I could care less, but when push came to shove, he didn't come home, and I actually didn't see him until the next morning, unshaven and looking fairly disreputable. This boy really does have a skewed version of life sometimes. There are various reasons why I say this, but even the anonymous position that I have given my friend doesn't allow me to break confidence, so I shan't.
We went to see a wonderful movie, after the advice of a donor, Life is Beautiful, the Roberto Bernigni flick. Actually, T didn't like it (I think the subtitles were a bit much for him,) but I thought it was absolutely fabulous, so I dragged RR to it tonight. He also didn't like it, but his reason for disliking it was based on the fact that his poor heart was dragged through the mud and thoroughly stomped upon. Funny, I didn't get that. Has my heart become so callused that I have become immune to the sadness of others? I thought that Life is Beautiful was more an inspirational "anything for the kid" kind of a movie. I left it feeling really good about life in general, without a tear in my eye. Yes, it was as good the second night as it was the first.
That brings us to Thursday night, the last one of our ordeal. Someone had organized a party that was thrown in our honour, so I, detesting such things unless being paid for my attendance, begged out. I wandered back down the road to Kihei and saw another movie, this time Shakespeare in Love. Eh. I could have lived without seeing it, though the boy who played "Will" Shakespeare was certainly easy on the eyes. There are several complaints that I could make about this movie, the first one being the business of Judi Dench winning an Oscar™ for her portrayal of QE I. She should have actually won an award for "Best Dressed Supporting Actress." Really! Did she have ten lines in the whole damn movie? "Love your hair...hope it wins!" Whaddya know. It did!
That was the Maui trip. There are a couple of things that have happened in my life since then, but they will have to wait. Tune in later for juicy details involving a four-page letter sent to me and some angst in my life recently. Right now, I'm too tired, any my week is just beginning to end.
Lastly, want an interesting diversion? This is a webcam site for a fellow named John Colombo in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. If you are lucky enough, you can see his muscular ass in his bed, but I think the most interesting feature is his diary. He has a nice honest no-bullshit style that really invites you into his mind. I think it's really quite refreshing. Here's the link.
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