Blog Drive

Click on photos to enlarge!Pali Highway "Windshield Shot"

"What is the difference between unethical and ethical advertising? Unethical advertising uses falsehoods to deceive the public; ethical advertising uses truth to deceive the public."
Vilhjalmur Stefansson


Wheeeeeeee!



Do you think this person loves Hula?

"The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage."
Mark Russell


Banana truck!


This activity of blogging goes WAY beyond what anybody is saying or thinking. It is nothing less than a world wide nervous system in which all sorts of people see, think, and feel what someone very far away (and often very different) is seeing, thinking and feeling.




Every day I visit England, Pennsylvania, Mumbai, Crete, Texas, Toronto, Hong Kong, Tennessee, Louisiana, and New York CITY! And in each place I "talk story" with a person of heart and mind. Often a picture or an idea stays in my mind all day.



John Gardner once wrote:

"To write with taste, in the highest sense, is to write with the assumption that one out of a hundred people who read one's work may be dying, or have some loved one dying; to write so that no one commits suicide, no one despairs; to write as Shakespeare wrote, so that people understand, sympathize, see the universality of pain, and feel strengthened, if not directly encouraged to live on."

Each reader is a gift. They bring their time, they open their hearts, and come along the path of our words willingly. Thank you my readers - especially those of you who are also writers. We carry on the conversation, and perhaps we are each grace notes in a world filling symphony.

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Pali Highway

"A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving." Lao Tzu
"Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe." Anatole France

"Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind." Seneca

" It is not down in any map; true places never are." Herman Melville

When driving over the famous Pali Highway between Honolulu and windward Kailua Town, through lovely Nu`uanu, and up into the lush Ko`olau Mountains, be sure to take the OLD ORIGINAL PORTION of the road! It’s called Nu`uanu Pali Drive and it’s well worth a “detour!” After separating from the main road (and the modern world) you will pass by lovely, flower-strewn ponds on your left. Then the trees join their hands above your head as you drive into a cool, hushed trail of shadows and smells. The narrow, twisty lane always makes me feel as if I’ve entered a timeless, magical realm that leaves me refreshed and rejuvenated as I rejoin the rushing highway at last. Of course, a stop at the Pali Lookout is MANDATORY! The winds, the view of the island’s windward shores, the waterfalls curving upward to oblivion, all etch themselves on your permanent record. Here too the spirits sing, remember and lament. Many of them are the wandering spirits of defeated warriors – so it’s just as well to leave before the foxy dusk. . .

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Honolulu Downtown

click on photos to enlarge!Honolulu Hale (Hah-lay) "City Hall"

"Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration."

Dickens

Downtown Honolulu, to the right of photo above

(State Capitol in foreground)

"Where we love is home,Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts."Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Kamehameha IV & Queen Emma 1859

"He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home." Goethe

"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest." Robert Montgomery

Did you know that our Hawaii State Archives contains several letters signed by President Abraham Lincoln? In one dated February 2, 1864 the US president offers condolences to Kamehameha V from “Your Majesties Good Friend.” This year we celebrate Lincoln’s 200th birthday. What would the “Great Emancipator” think of a Hawaii-born man of color ascending to his office, being sworn in on Lincoln’s own bible, and the Kingdom of Hawaii a US state? It boggles my mind! Incidentally, when Hawaii became a U.S. Territory the grand pooh bahs in Washington sent along a seemingly innocuous order that our archives be sent east immediately. Fortunately, quiet resistance garbed in governmental inertia prevailed so scholars and nosey types can read, touch, and smell historical documents and objects right here in Honolulu. Throw in all the historical buildings (including America’s only Royal Palace and oldest Chinatown) and it’s easy to see why Congress may name Downtown Honolulu a National Heritage area later this year. The nation’s 41st such designated area might even be announced in time for the 50th observance of Hawaii statehood on August 21st. In my dear downtown, ancient shades of Hawaiians and their gods prowl the shadows of night alongside gallery hoppers and chic nightlife habitués. Sacred rocks (Pohaku) lie beside ballast stones that traveled here in the hulls of sailing ships that carried away the last of our sandalwood trees. (Though Chinese immigrants continued to call our islands the “Sandalwood Mountain.” America: the “Gold Mountain.”). A king’s carriage way is now a high tech fiber optic channel. Torches have morphed into streetlights, Kahuna Kapu (taboos) all replaced by the Hawaii Revised Statutes. But on moonlit nights the old power and perfumes remain. The chiefs and chiefesses of old still love to laugh beneath the huddled mountains. Can you hear them whispering?



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Hawaiian Superman

click on photos to enlarge! Gabe

"True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost." - Charles Caleb Colton

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."- Anais Nin

"My friends are my estate."- Emily Dickinson

Hawaiian Superman: The Big Man, Gabe, has vacated his usual place of honor at the Harbor Pub to live with his grandchildren and family in Georgia. This full-blooded Hawaiian gentleman leaves a giant empty space in the lives of his many friends around the island. Grown men wiped away tears the other eve as everybody’s favorite band, Simplicity played his Aloha Party. “This pure Hawaiian, not to many left, is leaving us to move away to Georgia – where he will instantly become. . . MEXICAN!” Teased Andy the lead singer before launching into ‘Maui the Hawaiian Superman.’” “Gaaaabe, the Hawaiian superman.” They sang. Next verse: “Gaaaabe, the Mexican superman.” One time Gabe told us the story of his first childhood visit to downtown Honolulu. Young Gabe, a boy from the country of maybe 5 or 6, watched as the double doors inside da department store opened to admit the people. When the door opened again – the people were gone! “Don’t make me go in there! I don’t want to disappear!” He wailed. Gabe was walking history, a lot of mine included, come to think of it. Aloha, Big Man, Aloha `Oe. Parting is bitter; but you’ve always been really sweet. . . . You see Hawaii is not paradise because it is perfect. Rather, it is a paradise because we choose to greet life’s changes not with regret or despair, but with deep appreciation, acceptance, and aloha. . . Paradise is what you make of it, and where you find it. . . when you’re walking in Waikiki . . . .
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Royal Hawaiian

click on photos to enlarge! "And kind as kings upon their coronation day." John Dryden

"The gates of monarchs Are arched so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun." Shakespeare



"I'd like to be a queen in people's hearts but I don't see myself being Queen of this country." Diana, Princess of Wales

Perhaps I should run around in circles yelling like a 5 year old on a sugar rush: The Pink Palace a.k.a. The Royal Hawaiian Hotel will have a beyond-grand opening on Saturday March 7.th All orchestrated by event planning wizard David Beahm (a reformed High School drum major) credited with making Catherine Zeta-Jones / Michael Douglas nuptials the “wedding of the century.” Saturday’s gala is to be a benefit for the excellent Rehabilitation Hospital of the Pacific – so let the excess pour like it’s 1999! For a mere $5,000 USD you and three of your pals can repair to your own private poolside cabana for concierge pampering. Multiple venues will offer entertainment and atmosphere to suit any well heeled demographic: Chris Botti holding court in the Monarch Room with his band, local jazz chanteuse Ginai scatting on the lawn, and slack key guitar wonder Makana will initiate the new oceanside restaurant, Azure. 101-year-old Bill Tapia who played at the Royal’s FIRST opening bash, the first of February 1927, will beguile a new generation with his ukulele in the Coconut Grove. And yes, he still “gigs” regularly with real virtuosity! No word on whether Oprah will attend. I’ll be peering from behind the beach hedges. . .

Friday Skies

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"Life is something that everyone should try at least once."
Henry J. Tillman

Sunblock by the truckload!

"Life is a zoo in a jungle."
Peter De Vries

"Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on."
Samuel Butler


Visitors

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Window Ways

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"A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence."

Schiller




"Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few."
Berkeley

Koko Head Crater

"He lei poina 'ole ke keiki."

"A lei never forgotten is the beloved child."

Hawaiian Wisdom

A window is a lens, a frame. It focuses attention nicely. The entirety of sky, sea and mountains can overwhelm the reduced senses of us modern "screen dwellers." But the clouds above still move at their own glandular pace. Or as today, several layers of cloud traffic play a stately tableau in corps de ballet and chorus lines. . .

If a window is a framing device, then the port hole above my key board is an even better, for the eye ever loves a plump and pleasing roundness. Especially one bringing light, like the oculis concave-crowning the Pantheon and other such ancient magnificenses (magnificent edifices - preferable?).

Like the tiny muses resident in my own head, I peer out of the port-hole eyes of the skull which is my boat; or retreating deeper within it I cook up the next lettered souffle` to serve to all y`all. Like Santa-nibbled cookies on Christmas morning, you leave me comments like a profusion of gifts! The isolated, bookworm kid is thrilled to have such jolly friends! And just like Father Christmas, I know all your profiles and blogs. Who's naughty (Akelamalu, Bubble Wench, Daryl) who's nice (Ralph Neckman, Junosmom, English Girl, River Poet, Gran, and about a thousand others) and who is simply a singular gem, a joy, a pal (Chris "your scribe" of Cuneiform Scratchings) or a writing coach, a teacher, a treasure (Travis, Charles Gramlich, Brother T, Dave King, Barbara M, Carmi, Gemma, Braja, Magic Eye, Abraham Lincoln). . .

Seems I've gotten off track - and left out some of the best - my apologies if you are one of them - it's my melted brain, and this profusion of webby butterflies that befuddles me. But back to windows. . . .

A prisoner, or a writer chained to a lap top, who has but a piece of a view possesses a magic carpet on which imagination may take it's cliche`d (but no less true) flight. The scribbled notes brought back might contain gibberish - or literature (small "l"). But aren't those flights always worth taking?

I have sat in the wild, the woods; quietly in a single spot for ages - or ten minutes. And only at length noticed a glittering treasure (stick, stone, or creature) near enough to touch. . . .

Like that deer, years ago - but present in my memory - closer than I realized, who suddenly stamped and snorted a mighty blast of visible breath. . . before disappearing through the darkening glade. And so home to dinner. It was a school day tomorrow.

Thank you for coming! I shall have recovered my reason by tomorrow (more's the pity) So enjoy the view through your window, your eyes. It is always changing. So capture the deer in your living room against the day when it may be but a memory.
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