20 years and 1 day later, another young Surf Starr was born.
In Memoriam.
Rusty Starr.
1954-1971
(Note: He's the one dropping in backside. Deeper in the peak. Clearly.)
When will they ever learn?
and counting...
One being free of suffering is one more than none.
May all beings be free of suffering and the root of suffering.
A symbol of peaceful times.
The privilege of peaceful times.
The simplicity of peaceful times.
The beauty of peaceful times.
Chlidren's minds occupied with flowers, kittens, and puppies.
Sheltered.
Unlike those children whose shelters are occupied.
Antiquated brotherly rivalries.
Men fighting religious wars.
Crucifixions.
Yes,
Crucifixion.
In my lifetime, we are truly witnessing the re-emergence of crucifixion.
Somehow I thought that fell out of fashion with the Roman Empire.
Not so.
The witch in me shudders with memories.
The humanitarian in me shakes her head with something darker than disbelief.
The woman in me sees sons.
The sister in me sees brothers.
The daughter in me sees fathers.
The friend in me sees comrades.
The lover in me sees hands once used for tender touch and sweet caresses, slung lifeless over wooden crosses. Necks once used for gentle kissing, hanging down limp and absent.
Souls in scores, brutally torn from this plane, climbing their own, personal stairways to heaven.
Khalas.
Enough.
Shameful.
Shameful behavior.
Catch a Mayor by the toe.
2014 Mayoral debate.
Interesting could be one way to describe it.
Going.
Moondoggies and Mangos - das how.
Same story as yesterday.
Because "jobs": fill in the blank.
With just an 100-acre toxic sugarcane fire.
Standard.
Ludicrous.
But you know...jobs.
So it must be worth the environmental destruction and damage to human health.
Automatik.
Successful Sunday.
There has been a rather liberal, poetic, and/or geologic-scale use of the term "soon" going on here.
For the past few decades.
A big day for a big canoe.
One small voyage for ka wa'a, one giant leap for ke kanaka maoli.
Ho'iho'i i ke ea o Hawai'i.
Imua!
When your idea of a "good time" is to attend an Agricultural Working Group where every member is, at minimum, 20 years your senior to discuss policy and ants...then you know you may be a bit beyond your years.
Not to mention da pidgin is plenny thick inside.
Like music to da ears.
Members is Upcountry to da max.
Some awesome.
Noskedum dees guys...and wahines.
