Well 2013,
that was shitty.
"Yes I'll order one New Year, please. Thank you"
Well 2013,
that was shitty.
"Yes I'll order one New Year, please. Thank you"
Two puppies.
Puppy-ing.
With a dash of tiger kitten...
...and a side of sweet potato.
Likely not.
Correction: Likely impossible.
...souls out.
And repeat.
This day.
In a year before now.
No, not telling when.
She may be a fierce-beatnik-wizardress-crater hiking-warrior-bitch but she's still a lady.
Singular item on the agenda: Goats.
Back of da truck.
Pineapple roads.
Slippers.
Standard.
Perhaps not one for the world records.
But impressive nonetheless.
Pe'ahi
a.k.a. Jaws
That moment the surf report is predicting 53-76 foot swell...
Last historic swell, buoys were 25ft @20 seconds.
Tomorrow's swell, buoys are reading 35ft @22 seconds.
Boomshaka.
The faces I wake to each day.
It's a neighborly [night] in this beautywood.
I decided to treat myself to a date with myself to attend a movie by myself about a man who is by himself and thus starts dating a machine.
Rather than view it as a low moment, which may be the popular view...I interpreted it as a high point.
Yet,
in the ticket line I ran into a friend (a human machine) doing the same.
Touché.
A virtuoso at minimum.
A magician in more realms than one.
Keeping traditions past in the present.
Pressing forward unapologetically with reverence and pure, unadulterated sass.
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We will never forget, remember January 17, 1893. A date which will live in infamy. When a terrorist group of Christian missionaries and plantation capitalists staged a coup d'état against Queen Lili'uokalani, illegally overthrowing the Hawaiian Kingdom, commandeering the U.S. Navy to engage in an act of international warfare.
This atrocity has yet to be resolved.
So, in case it's news to you: we are living in an occupied nation. Think about that next time you're sipping on your mai tai.
Support a Free Hawai'i.
Kū'ē!
...to get out.
When Monsanto is trying to sell more death seeds and sends 2,000 biotech farmers for a Hawaiian holiday, pretending they aren't Monsanto by using a different name (Winfield), what else is there to do but interrupt their cocktail hour with some local kine hospitality?
Monsanto: Go home, you're drunk.
Another day, another human sized stuffed teddy bear riding co-pilot.
Where:
(a) is capitalism
(b) is widespread collusion by act of omission and/or commission
(c) is we're all getting fucked
And thus the equation therefore inevitably results in:
(d) destroy that which destroys you
We are all Monkeys and
Wrenches ain't hard to come by...
Always under construction.
No clear signs.
No dividing lines or arrows.
Just road, air, moon, and two directions:
Forward.
Not forward.
The most profound therapy.
Right at our fingertips.