Save for the occasional internet-creeper-stranger-danger, I have not ever formally "blocked" another user on facebook.
I recognize that I'm not difficult to internet stalk. My website is www.myname.com for goodness sake, I do a blog post every gawd-damn day, I speak publicly, I live on a small island from a family that extends several generations, and thus I hear the things that are said about me; true, false, complimentary, slanderous, and hilarious. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to observe that nothing stays hidden here. Nor does it take a genius to observe that the best remedy is: Don't have anything to hide.
Truth always rises to the top.
Like many things as of late, my give o' shit meter has taken a wild swing toward the "fuck this noise" end of the spectrum. I can only endure being annoyed for so long before I finally swat the relentlessly shameless mosquito-elephant in the room.
Swiftly.
Quietly.
*swat*
Ihe in the making.
Ihe in the making.
It's about more than the mileage.
Very proud of this young man,
who I've known for nearly 26.2 years...
Running toward full actualization of self.
No longer running from his own brilliance.
Like a liliko'i.
A son plays meaningful melodies to a melancholy crowd.
ʻO ke aka kā ʻoukou.
Kāua i ka huahuaʻi e kuʻu pilikua.
Strangers are friends you haven't met yet who often have a myriad of sweetnessess to share.
Unless they are in a van with no windows.
Those kinds of strangers are not your friends.
Did someone order the #2 special?: Heart Palpitations à la carte.
(note: I had no idea it was still legal to manufacture and sell this stuff in the U.S.)
Habits of a bygone era showing through in familiar traditions.
A fierce little blossom floating in a fierce big person's world.
I remember where I was when the first plane was flown into an innocent NYC.
I remember where I was when the first bombs were dropped on an innocent Baghdad.
Indulged men with their hands on too many resources.
When your honey comes back from a work trip bearing gifts of Sig Zane, local vetiver, and local organic non-caffeinated chai...even my minimalist ascetic self totally swoons.
Because what those gifts say loud and clear is: he gets me...
...and that feels phenom.
Juiced up Orchidaceae.
Friends since the beginning.
Soaking it in at Gigiʻs historic Tai Chi Zone.
as per a brilliant 9-year old.
Who knew changing County politics could be so delicious...and vegetarian.
...a la Hurricane Jimena.
