Quick Updates

A few decent little things going on today:

*I pulled a string and it looks like I'll be teaching summer school at Lokilani. 7th & 8th grade math. Yeah...I know. But it'll pay my rent for the summer. Still working on a "second" job though.

*I ended up selling my guitar today. Kinda bittersweet. It was the perfect time moneywise and I hardly ever played any more...but still. Looks like there won't be any new Whitee any time soon, unless I want to go back to fake hop.

*Campaign News: the website is just about ready to be launched. Once that happens I'll post an individual thing on Summer's campaign for you to check out and give you the scoop on what's happening. But there's been a lot of behind-the-scenes, infrastructure activity. I also found out that the cable access channel here plays anything you give them - including political stuff! So we're going to have some fun! Also, seems that the guy in office now has actually pissed off quite a few people...stay tuned.

*I got an e-mail today...there's another secret mission this Saturday. Jeez, I'm never going to heal. I've only bumped my leg 50 times today. Good times.

This Ain't Helping

Yesterday I went with a bunch of folks to...uh...somewhere. I mean, it wasn't illegal or anything...uh...much. I mean...well, never mind that part. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. So, as I was traveling uphill, my foot caught a rock and I took a header...thought I broke the video camera (that's not mine). Fortunately we're both OK, but I've got some nasty road rash (or should I say, lava rash) on both my hands and one of my legs.

I should have been doing this when I was in my 20's for crying out loud...well, I probably did, but I did it because I was stupid & drunk, not stupid and fighting The Man.

I thought about posting some pictures of my newest injuries, but it felt kind gratuitous. It's gnarly.

You Say It's Your Birthday

OK...I'm notorious for forgetting birthdays...actually, that's not true. I remember when your birthday is, just most of the time I have no freakin idea what day it is. That's usually what goes down. So for all of you whose birthdays I've forgotten and whose birthdays I will unfortunately forget...this is for you.

Old Man Dave

You know, I was a lot healthier before I started going to all these health professionals. Now I'm breaking down.

To continue from the previous post about going to the dentist...

So I got in today to see a doctor. The nurse took my blood pressure. 118/78. The doctor took my blood pressure. 120/78. It seems that the dental hygenist used the wrong size cuff. (Come on, baby. The guns are too big for that little thing.) My meds are fine. No problem. Now I get to have my wisdom tooth pulled. Hooray?

While I was there, I thought I'd have the doctor take a look at my achilles - which has bothering me for a year now. Bad move. He wants me to wear a "boot" for a month. Well, it's $60 which I won't have for a couple of weeks so in a couple of weeks I'll be hobbling around with one of those stupid things on my foot for a month. But if I don't do it, it will eventually rupture which means surgery and on crutches for a long time.

Stupid boot.

Dave's New Phone Number

I went to Verizon. Evil, but in this case, I needed a phone that actually worked. So my new number is 808-264-3695. My old one is gone so don't bother with it no mo.

Ciao!

More News

OK Kids,

Hold on to your hats. This is a long, stretched out announcement, but there's good news and bad news. Most of it is bad news, but in the end, it will turn out good.

Bad News: I'm not coming home this summer. I'll be working, though I'm not sure where.

More Bad News: The reason I'm not coming home is, I just had my taxes done and I'm $1400 in the hole. For many this isn't insurmountable, but I still am on a paycheck-to-paycheck existence so yesterday I started looking for a second job. I'm still paying off a loan from Rochester, have car payments and have 3 maxed out credit cards. And I'm sure my more bad news below isn't going to help. All of this leads me to the good news.

Good News: That's it. I'm done. Outta here. Vamanos. The only problem is it's going to take me a while to get back home. Right now, my goal is a year from June. So the next year + is going to suck, but the goal is to get home debt free in June of 2009. The only way this will change is if I land some amazing teaching job in a place I've actually WANTED to live in. But apart from that - I'll be back in Rochester in 14-15 months. I know...a long time.

More bad news: I have to admit, this is getting ridiculous. So I went to the dentist today. First time in a super long time. I take care of my teeth, I just haven't had dental insurance in a long time. So, she does all this x-raying...

I've grown 2 more wisdom teeth! And one of them has to come out! I've already had 4 of them taken out - what am I, a freakin tooth factory?

No, wait. It get's better. I've never had a dentist take my blood pressure before. Until today. And it's high. Too high. Because my retarded HMO won't pay for the meds I was on before I have to take some kickback-special which isn't doing the job. So now I have to schedule an appointment with a different doctor (because my cute Asian doctor is too nice to yell at the HMO) to get my meds adjusted so I can get my blood pressure down, so I can have my 5th wisdom tooth removed.

What...ever.

Summer Starr Update

So, I've talked about it before, but I'm running another political campaign. This is for Summer Starr, who is running for a seat on the State Legislature. We're still working on campaign infrastructure - once everything's in place I'll fill you in on more - and harass you for money.

But for now, sit back and listen to my latest from Crazy Central. So, if you saw my first post on the campaign you know about that crazy chick who's helping us fundraise. Well, one of her ideas was to have Summer's whole family come to this party that was being thrown Upcountry. Turns out I have connections to a lot of these people as many of them are musicians and have some connection to Mana'o Radio.

So, Summer's Aunt had reservations because there would be "undesirables" there, but I took a cautious route and decided that Summer and her Dad would go, but I'd be there and make sure everything was cool. So got there way before they did and it seemed like it could have been a fun time if I wasn't in political mode while trying to look like I was NOT in political mode. And Crazy Fundraising Chick was too busy partying to worry about me, so that wasn't such a bad thing. That is until we were talking about something and when she walked away from me (behind me) I felt her hand start at my shoulder then work its way down to my ass. This is going to be a long campaign.

So, I made sure Summer made a few decent contacts before things got too...uh...partyish. It worked out well. Again...more when we're settled.

Keziah Wrap Up

I know, I know. It's been a few days. Well, I'll finish up with my description of Keziah Week, then I'll do a separate post or two that will end up making you go "Hmph"

So, where was I? Oh yeah....Last Wednesday, Keziah & I started off at the Maui Tropical Plantation. I was there before with Renee & the kids, but this time we got to stop to see the coconut husking demonstration. (I guess they didn't want the kids to get near the sharp instruments) Renee met us there for lunch and the three of us preceded to have a bizarre dining experience. It was if we were lepers and the waiter wanted nothing to do with us. He looked for excuses to not be around us. He got my order wrong and they were out of what I wanted for dessert. But it was mostly that leper thing. But Renee & Keziah hit it off well.

Then Keziah & I went to the wetlands that I've posted about before. Again, sun started kicking her ass so after a bunch of picture taking we left. But she got some pretty good shots at both places.

Thursday started off with the two of us on the air at Mana'o. That went well, even though it was not nearly as crazy as our podcasts. Being the radio god that I am I was doing requests from all over the country - and one, I wasn't able to get in until just yesterday - but I did it, damn it. Stupid Roy Orbison.

Later that night we recorded another podcast. It was...wow. It looks like a running gag has re-emerged on the show - that of "Dave's Mom". Renee came over while Jill, Keziah & I were taping and even she got in shots about Dave's Mom. You just have to hear it. Here's the mp3 if you care to listen. We may even end up having T-Shirts made.

The next day was supposed to be our trip to Hana. And it sort of was. We started it, anyway. As we stopped at a few places on the way, we ended up pulling off the road a few times (as per the guide book) to get pictures that Keziah would be interested in. We walked through this cool bamboo forest. And did this crazy hike over rocks to get to this waterfall....or watertrickle. It was a serious hike. Once we got there, there was this pool where the water emptied to. We were thinking about going in for a dip and were just about ready to - we were both sitting on rocks with our feet in the water. Keziah had just gotten in about knee-deep when I felt something brush against my foot. I looked down and saw something with claws. Uh, needless to say I told Keziah to get out before I could figure out what it was. It was a crawdad. Seemingly harmless, but then we looked closer and over a dozen of them started swarming to where we were in the water. After seeing some of their cousins in the Aquarium the other day and not knowing if there was some kind of Hawaiian Flesh-eating Crawdad, we decided swimming was not the best idea.

So after a bunch of small hikes, Keziah was done. She was the first to admit that the word "sporty" has never been used to describe her so being about half way there, we turned back and went home.

The next morning, we met Peggy and her husband for breakfast, did some last minute running around and then she was gone. At breakfast, Peggy was so relentless bothering Keziah about moving here that she has been nicknamed "the hammer". I'll throw a couple of pictures here, but there's a whole folder full on the Fotki page.

This was supposed to be a picture of Keziah hiking. Unfortunately she took a huge header just before I snapped this. Seriously. But her ass was OK. And I also found out that "ass" is photographer talk for "camera".

Me and Keziah at sunrise at the crater. One of us missed the actual sunrise because he had to pee. Doh!

You can't stop her, you can only hope to contain her.

I Guess I'm Not All That....

Good News: My talk in front of the Maui County Council made the front page of The Maui News.

Bad News: Those bastards voted the ordinance changes in anyway. Guess I wasn't that good after all.

I'm hearing that it's still not over yet, but it's going to get complicated.

A Quick Update

I haven't had the chance to post anything in a few days. Keziah is here visiting and we've been a bit busy. I'm getting to do some of the stuff that I haven't done yet. I'll get some pictures on after the weekend. Right now, I'm just focusing on spending time with her. But...for those music fans out there, she and I will be on Mana'o Radio this Thursday at (dig this) 10am - 2pm Hawaiian. That's 4 - 8pm EST, so you can check us out at Manaoradio.com.

Keziah, Jill and I did a podcast together last week and it was pretty funny...or at least to us. You can download it at this link. We're going to tape another one at the end of the week to make available later as well.

So...what have we done. Well, when she arrived on Friday, I decided to take her to the place I went to when I arrived. So we went to LuLu's and after a little while, her 29-hour day caught up to her.

The next day...barely...we got up stinking early...like 3:30am to go to see the sunrise at the crater of Haleakela. The internet said you would need 2.5 hours to get there from Kihei. Uh, try 1.5. So we got there a bit early. We hung out in the car for a while then went to the looking station on the summit. It was f-ing cold. Not cold. F-ing cold. The summit station smelled like ass, too. So as the sun was coming up, the f-ing cold took over and I had to pee...it was just too much so I had to go back down to the station, 100 yards away and actually missed the actual "sunrise". Keziah got pictures and I'll slap something up. But it was amazing...both the view and my pee. (OK...sorry about that one)

We hung out for a while, then later that night went to Cafe Marc Aurel, where Jill works. Jill had to work so she couldn't hang with us too long, but Keziah & I entertained ourselves. There was this flamenco band playing and we pretty much sat in with the band. The table we were at was to the side of the playing area and the percussionist was in my lap. Tato even elbowed me a couple of times when he was getting into it - and he hasn't called me since. We had a blast talking about the drunks there...or the other drunks there...watching this pair of women getting hit on and their strange competition for attention.

After that, I thought about going home and chilling but it was pretty obvious that Keziah wanted to check some other place out so we ended up at the Tiki Lounge. On weekends that place is a bizarre excuse of a meat market. So we ended up drinking beer and I got to hear Keziah make up dramatic narratives of all the interactions that were going on around us - including gay chick who doesn't know she's gay, straight girl teasing gay chick and drunk, pseudo-lesbians. It was if I was trapped in a rejected L-Word script.

Sunday was pretty cool. We went to the Sacred Garden of Maliko. I actually went there last week with my students and wanted to blog about it, but I didn't want Keziah to see it before she got here. Turns out that it wouldn't matter as she's become too busy to read this anyway. (Yes, that was for you) I will post on this place later on as I had...well, let's just say that this place had an unexpected effect on me.

Then we went up to Makawao to meet...sigh...my new campaign buddy (see previous post). I called her to remind her about the campaign meeting for Summer in Olinda and she suggested that we meet in Makawao to "carpool" even though Summer's place is only a couple of miles from Makawao. Keziah insisted that she just wanted the opportunity to be alone in the car with me. Must have been true, because as soon as she saw that Keziah was with me she decided to drive her own car.

The meeting was pretty productive and we wisked away, back to Kihei to tape The Stuart Bedasso Show! It was a fun show. We had a good time and Jill & Keziah hit it off really well. We went to Tiki again (which is NOT a meat market on Sundays), but jet lag was hitting one of us so we only made it for one drink. (I'm such a wimp)

Monday started out with us going to Ma'alaea, where we went on a whale watching cruise. It was pretty cool. We did get to see some whales - and a couple of dolphins. Keziah got some pictures that were as good as you were going to get of the trip. Stay tuned. The weird thing is we made sure to put on sunblock, but Keziah got some really weird kind of burn - as if she only put it on in random spots. So she was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. But we still made it over to the Maui Ocean Center - aka The Aquarium. It was pretty darn cool. Again, Keziah with the pictures. We took a brief trip to Lahaina after that, but the sun was too much and we just went home and chilled. She ended up with a really weird sunburn...it was the Gorbachev of sunburns.

Today, I had to do a thing...I testified at a County Council meeting about a stupid development project. Uh...OK...I'll just say it...I kicked ass. Afterwards, Keziah & I went back up to Makawao to do some "shopping" and by that time neither one of us really cared if we did anything so we went back to the house and hung out on my new temporary terrace, watching the sunset. (With the people upstairs moving out, I can get up on their second story terrace and the view is cool)

And that's where we are. Some cool stuff on tap tomorrow, Thursday is Mana'o and another podcast, Friday is Hana and she leaves on Saturday. Then I have a potentially strange party to go to on Sunday. Details coming.

And I Like Politics, because?????

I've had my share of weird shit while dipping my toe into the wonderful world of politics. I've dealt with the cannibal, the gum-spitting guy, the abortion-school-board-chick, the spiritual bisexual dude, Congressional Cleavage, bad ceramic fish, and more stuff I'd care not to admit. I wasn't expecting tonight.

First of all, sorry I haven't had a chance to post too much. It's the end of the quarter at school, and all the kids who didn't believe us started freaking when they realized that they're flunking...or when they're parents realized they're flunking. Anyway, it's made for some chaos.

So, I'm running another political campaign. Details will be forthcoming, but her name is Summer Starr. One of my activist friends here introduced us. She's running for the State Legislature and didn't have a campaign manager. The rest is history. I'll get to the details of Summer and the campaign...in fact you'll probably be sick of it eventually, but for now let's just focus on tonight's task.

Summer and her mother met this woman who...well, let's just say she's interested in working on the campaign. So after some back and forth, the woman & I agree to meet in Makawao to talk. I thought we were meeting for coffee or something...

I got there on time and she was a bit late. She's nice, but a bit...uh...strange. When she first introduced herself I thought she was high. Seriously, her conversation was all over the place - including hitting on me the first 3 minutes of our conversation. I thought we were just exchanging information about ourselves. She asked me about my teaching, then asked if I had any kids, then asked if I was married, then if I had a girlfriend. When I answered "no" to all of them, she informed me that since she's been back on the island she hasn't been able to find a man (emphasis NOT added). It wasn't very subtle and I think I started talking about baseball after that. I mean, I'm like Elliot Spitzer...when it comes to sex and politics there should be money involved.

Well, coffee wasn't in her plans. She had made reservations at the place we met so I ended up staying for dinner (don't bother starting your "bow chicka wow wow"). The conversation was all over the place - it was like having a conversation with one of my Hillside kids who missed his meds.

I'll make this long story, not as long. I kinda felt like I was flapjacked. It was odd. She's about 10 years older than me, which I thought was appropriate. I mean, I've talked about this before (either here or at the other blog), but for the past few years I've been attracted to younger women...it's not a midlife crisis kinda thing, I've just haven't found anyone my own age who interests me. So it was a cool perspective to have the shoe on the other foot. It was still weird, though.

Oh...and what was the outcome of the conversation?

Yeah...she's probably going to be our fundraising coordinator.

This is going to be a funky ride.

Quick Video

A video of the kids getting ready for the science fair competition. I put music over it because their voices were giving me a headache.

Bloody Hell...

Can't just one good thing happen without some negative to it. Just one. It doesn't have to be a big thing. It can be a little thing. I don't think it's asking for much.

The people upstairs moved out. That's good. They have that annoying little dog that barks every time I come home or anyone anywhere comes home. They also let it shit around my car and don't pick up after it so that I have to go through a dog doo minefield to get to and from my car. So they're gone. Good, right? Well, yeah...but here's the catch.

I just get home....it's about 8pm...and I have no electricity. And I look around and everyone else does. Now it all makes sense. My utilities is "included" because there's only one meter. See, because land and water costs so much here, many build something that has more than one apartment, but only put a kitchen, water meter & electricity meeter in as if it were a one unit building. It saves on permits, etc. That's why there's only one mailbox for the two apartments.

So when the dumbasses upstairs left, they had the electricity turned off and my now soon-to-be ex-landlord didn't bother to do anything about it - or tell me, either. Of course I called him and got his voice mail. He didn't call me back before when I called to ask him for his address to send him the rent. I had to get it from a neighbor.

I think I may be moving again. I suppose I'm "lucky" that 6 months is considered a long-term lease here. I guess I'm not getting a couch yet after all.

Well, it's still a bit early...I guess I'll go back to school and get some work done. Where $10,000 a month doesn't get your electricity turned off.

Later, I'll tell you about the campaign I'm running...

Oh, and I'm posting this because my laptop has a battery.

Time Check & Stuff

Not that it matters all that much...but with the time change, we're back to being 6 hours apart on the East Coast, 3 on the West.

Jill & I went to see Margaret Cho last night. She rocked. But opening was this dude named Liam Sullivan. Holy crap this guy was funny. OK...check out the video.

(viewer discretion is advised)

Then Thursday night I caught the Joshua Redman Trio. The music was great. I haven't seen live jazz like that since the night I peed next to McCoy Tyner. (I really need a new brush with greatness story) But at the show, I did end up sitting next to this old dude who kept farting all night. It was a bit of a drag.

Yesterday, I spent the day at a track meet our kids participated in. Being a STEM Academy, I guess we are officially a geek school. We sure as hell aren't athletes. Even with 6 coats of sun block (literally) I still got a nice burn. I should invest in a hazmat suit.

So, vacation is coming up. Can't wait. Keziah will be in town, I'll be working on a new political campaign and who knows I may even get a couch or something crazy like that.

Link Change

Just a quick note here (I'm actually on the air at Mana'o right now). I don't know if any of you folks are regular visitors to whitee.com. I'm in the middle making some changes in the site. One of the things I'm doing is getting someone else to handle the domain name. There's a little bump in the road, but whitee.com should be back in the saddle in a couple of weeks (maybe sooner). The website's still active, but you have to get there via www.geocities.com/smegmarecords. It's all good.

Speaking of Mana'o Radio, my vacation from school is coming up and I told Kathy tonight that I'm free to fill in for day shifts. Her eyes lit up. Some folks are going to the mainland in the next few weeks and she needs people. So it looks like I'll be doing some day shifts soon - so that would be afternoon/evening for you cats on the east coast. I'll be brining my Doug and the Slugs CD each day I'm on...so I'm ready for you.

Be Careful of What You Ask For

Does this sound familiar:

I just wish those administrators would get out of my way and let me teach the way I want. Then everything would be just fine.

There was just one thing I forgot. Crazy-assed parents. In the past month I've had 2 parents complain about different lessons I did.

I've been using Kids' Urgent Actions from Amnesty International this school year. Once a month they send us a situation happening somewhere in the world and we write letters to leaders in that country - basically asking them to make sure the kids are OK. It works on their writing - letter writing specifically, geography, current events, history, ethics, blah, blah, blah. It's a great activity.

Oh, on a quick aside...I have way too many kids who don't know how to write a letter. There are a bunch who don't know what a zip code is and I have a few who seriously, don't know their own address...6th & 7th graders. Freakin crazy.

Anyway, I get the latest Urgent Action. It's about what's going down in the Gaza Strip. OK, it's an Israel - Palestine thing. Sticky, but good. The kids should know about what's happening there as what goes down in Israel drives over half of the crap going on in the world today, even though no one talks about it.

But I foresee one potential problem. We have one student whose family is pretty hardcore Jew. That's fine, but knowing how touchy the subject is, I thought I'd be polite and send her the activity ahead of time, just so she can ask questions if she wanted.

Of course the kids waits until the day before I'm going to teach it to give it to Mom, who freaks. She comes back with a letter from Mom. Let's just say Mom was not a happy camper. And in the letter she decided to start detailing all the Palestinians I should call terrorists, etc. Remember, we're just asking the Israeli ambassador to make sure the kids there are OK. No politics.

So I consulted with Mark (the school's director). He actually helped me craft a way to present the issue with the kids that was pretty good...more complete than where I was going.

The parent was also kind enough to e-mail me an article from a newspaper I hadn't heard of before (I'm sorry, I can't find it right now, but it was from Toronto) about Christians in Israel being afraid of Palestinians killing them. Well, my first reaction was "Yeah. Everyone's afraid there." Then I checked out the newspaper and it turns out it's a right-wing rag that has gone into bankruptcy twice and was the one who put out a false story about Jews in Iran being forced to wear ID cards. Of course the lemmings on the news wires picked it up and ran it unchallenged until a week later the original paper had to retract it. But of course no one paid attention to that.

So I did the lesson and I thought it went well. Obviously not. I get an e-mail telling me how disappointed she was etc. I just dropped it. But I did save the letter for my teaching portfolio.

Last week, I had an acquaintance of mine come in as a guest speaker. Joycellyn is amazing. She's been one of a small group of Hawaiians who have taken the US to court about land that rightfully belongs to them...or their families is the better way of saying it. And they've won! But of course the state Attorney General doesn't know what to do about it, because the court's basically telling him to screw rich people.

So Joycellyn came in and talked about her family. She showed a chart that traces her family back to biblical times. She explained how the US Government not only apologized to the Hawaiians in 1992, but admitted that Hawaiians had never given up their land. It pretty much says that Hawaii shouldn't be a state any more. Which is interesting. Peggy called her our best presenter so far.

Well, not everyone agreed. Mark got an e-mail from a parent asking what he was going to do to present a balanced side. Mark sent me the e-mail and told me to deal with it. I professionally told him that he was full of shit. I said professionally. So I guess I was supposed to teach his daughter that it's cool for governments (or corporations in this case) to take land from people before killing them. Mark's reaction was that Dad doesn't want us to teach his daughter anything that she can believe. Am I hearing a call for "intelligent" design?

How come when a parent disagrees with something we discuss in class I'm "indoctrinating" his/her child? No wonder there's so many stupid MF'ers out there. I'm not saying what I know is best...well, I sort of am, but we discuss stuff in my classes. I tell my kids to disagree with me, to check out stuff that we talk about. But to do the same to what they see on TV, hear at home, any place.

My next teaching job, I want to teach orphans.

Barryfest

No good deed goes unpunished. I firmly believe that. Today would be an example. I was a volunteer at Barryfest. Barryfest is an annual concert (well, it's annual now - this was the first) that is a fundraiser for Mana'o Radio. It's also to commemorate the life of Barry Shannon who started the station with his wife Kathy (who I've mentioned before). Barry died last April.

So I volunteered for anything that didn't involve tools. Well, they were actually swamped with volunteers so I was never assigned a role ahead of time. So if I wanted to I could have just gotten in for free and sat around and dug the music. But no...I have to help. So I showed up early and asked "what can I do?" They were about to assign me to help out backstage with the musicians when this sudden crisis came up and I was just the guy to handle it. What was this potential catastrophe?

Cords.

Yep. Cords. Electrical cords to be exact. Some Einstein decided that the only way to run needed electricity around the park was to run the electrical cords across the only walkway that everyone has to take to get to the venue. Oh, and it's on a hill.
Sure, the cords were bright orange and yellow - and they had a cord cover thingy that, while was only half the size needed, was still bright yellow. Nope this wasn't enough. I was assigned to stand next to the cords and caution everyone to watch out for these stupid cords. I swear, I'm not making this up. I even took pictures. Be forewarned, these pictures are graphic:

People walk down here.

When they trip over the cords, they roll down to the bottom of this hill.


RUN!!! IT'S THE CORDS!!!

So what did I learn from this experience? Uh...well, that people are fucking assholes. I'm wearing a big old shirt with "Volunteer" on the front and back, and these douchbags think it's funny to mess with the cord guy. And I seriously wished that just one...I'm not asking for a lot...just one of these comedians who fake trip over the cords after I tell them to watch out for the stupid cords would have stumbled and taken a header down that hill. See. There is no god.

Oh, I haven't even gotten to the biggest insult. This one couple stop and are asking me some stupid question like if I knew where the bathrooms were (it was stupid because we were 30 feet from them) then they start having this conversation how I look like that guy from the TV...you know on Jim's show. Who? Jim, you know. Jim Belushi? Yeah, that show. He doesn't look like Jim Belushi. No, not him. (turning to me) You look like the brother on the Jim Belushi show, only not as heavy.



Thanks. Hey, while your leaving, watch out for those...uh...nevermind. Enjoy the show!

OK. So I kept Barryfest safe from those cords for 3 straight hours. Finally, I just walked away and joined friends to watch the show.

Stupid cords.

By the way...we live so large in Maui that our ATM's grow in the wild.

Well, THAT didn't last long, either....

Yeah...remember that post that used to be here about me moving to Portland?

Uh....nevermind.