End Of The Year (as we know it)

See Ya Next Year

With the end of time for 2005 coming, here is a toast *CLINK* for all inhabitants of this place called home.

Gonna be busting arse for the next bunch of hours .... like 36! Between you and me, I am a DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFUS! Firecom OT, a regular 24 hr shift, Hotel for 8, WTF?

Wishing you all well in 2006.


Good Will.

Righteous Surf (that'd be for me)

Stoke-a-boka days for all.

A big Aloha to the world.

A L O H A !


Hawaiianmark Radio Is Tuned To -


Variety, Da Spice...

Again, THANKS Jamoker secretus santaus maximus......

And Zilla for starting the whole damn she-bang...


Out the door for more abuse

Explaining The Soul

Subtitled – “Reasons why you’ll probably never see pix of me surfing”

Not that the crew of last resort is not busy enough as it is, but OT at the Firecom, combonationed with extended work hours at the hotel de river styx, finishing some tiling, Maimai on vacation....How many hours are there in a day? 24? You sure? Someone fugging’ with the clock. Never mention the regular schedule of a 24 at Firecom. But I did get a surf in, and thats good.

Thats always good.

Segue asked a interesting question the post back ago, “When will we see pictures of YOU surfing?”

Dont hold a breath. Grab a cup a joe, or an adult beverage. Call the dogs in early. Put the kids to bed, cover your ears if your easily offended.


Can I start now?

Sure, go right ahead.

You see, I tend to go surfing alone. That alone makes it well impossible to snap radical pix of meself. I have taken the Lady C, The daughter, The sons, but in general I float alone. Alone, not lonely.
Then I have a real issue with self-idolization. Surfing magazines, surfing culture, it reeks of ‘aint I great’ commercialism.
Then again, maybe I’d see what a dweeb I am, and quit altogether.
Or, perhaps, I am full of shit, and dont surf at all.

Make ya think? Wonder?

Read on, dear reader, read on.

I love digital photography. It is instantly accessible, quality results, and I still suck at composing a killer photo. A fellow surfer friend, Bud, (808surfer.com) does a great job of pix, of him, the surf, and friends. They are great. It is what floats their boat. Do I wish? Shoots, on the best days, of course.

But aye, there, (or here ) is the rub.

How do you remember that which you cant describe? What will cloud your memory more, yourself, or the cameras eye? Do you accept as the reality of the experience a flash in the pan exposure? Or, perchance, do you stow it away underguard, in place where only you own the key? Water is an amazing thing. It feels so good. Warm or cold, it quenches what thirst you have. It has a demanding personality when she gets pissed.

What memories do you access?

As many as I can.

Like? What is IT like?

First, if you dont fear, you wont survive. Fear is a good thing. Times have come where the lump in my throat at a disappearing horizon makes breathing hard. On a flat surface, think of what would cross your mind if the horizon you see always, is suddenly, gone. Not gone completely, but CLOSER. And it is getting closer. That whole section of planet, it is closing in on you. Sure it is just water. Water that weighs 8.34 pounds per gallon. 7.48 gallons in a cubic foot. The whole side of the earth is coming. To you. You need fear to have respect. You need respect, to survive.
Respect is needed to own. Ownership of the wave, this planet. Mother ocean is giving a up a prime offspring of her creation. Spawned from storms miles away, marched to you, and your shore. Pride of ownership. Control, albeit brief, over nature.

Lady C and I dont talk alot about surf. It is my thing, and it scares her. But she has faith in me, and I, myself. Injuries aside, the light in my eyes after a session is enough said for her to know. And know she does.

Ever pulled out a really irritating thorn? Splinter?

Feels good, Yeah?

Imagine your most intense, mind shattering, earth moving orgasm. Multiply.

Go for round two.

Imagine the love you feel for the person next to you. Multiply.

Imagine the respect you feel for sacrifices made in your name. Tack on a few.

The snowflake, raindrop, mist, fog, dew; that first alight your lawn, home or being.

By the millions.

How, after you have expended immense amounts of effort, sweat, blood...and you are covered in dirt, grease, and grime, you take a step into the shower, or bath...and all that DAY is gone, washed away....

Pictures cant capture what I have locked away, the places, the waves, seen.

Busy guy.



Surfapalooza 2

Morning Sun Splash
Right Of The Hotel

You work, you surf, you wake up you hassle life.

Blessed church of the open sky.


The HAT will make travels, yet unknown, stay tuned.............


Harry S Truman

Harry passed today, in 1972

Harry S

I read McCulloghs bio on Harry. It was one of the best reads I ever had the pleasure to delve into. It must take an amazing amount of courage to be the head of the most powerful country in the free world. The mere monkey in the Whitehouse today should take a read, and see what a real man does under pressure.

There are a lot of reasons to dislike the leader of our country. Political, social, beliefs, whathave you. We can look at each leader of our land and judge, or review his time in office, and come to our conclusion of what is/isn't good.

Harry walked at 100 steps a minute. He had a shot of whiskey in the morning. He played cards with 'the boys'. He was madly in love with his wife.

The buck stopped at Harry.

He took responsibility for the country. Not just his party, the whole country. He mad decisions that changed the world we live in today, to save human life, and keep safe the soldiers fighting for us.

Each of us has the power to change the world, ever so slightly, or ever so greatly.

Teachers lead, nurture, guide. They may be the greatest influence on a young mind the world knows.

Parents by example, lead, love, and raise.

So many today don't have a inkling as to what it means to take responsibility for ones actions. Too often it is finger pointing time, law suit time, blame game time.

I am a lucky man, I live in a beautiful place, I have a family that surrounds me in insanity. I have a great job, that affords me satisfaction of helping others. I have a second job that drives me to drink.

As the year ends, and goals are set for the next 365 odd days, I wonder what I can do as a human on this planet to make it better for those around me.

Harry would give 'em hell.

What'll the next year bring? I don't have the foggiest, but I do know that in my heart, in the deep, dark places in my mind, I have to have the presence to be there. To be there for my fellow man, for my family, for the downtrodden. For the lonely, ostracize. The hurt. The hopeless, the hopeful.

Think I will try my best to be the kindness of a stranger that we all need once in awhile.



Went surfing this morn, and a group of tourist folk were heading to the shorebreak, when the lifeguard (red shorts) was informing them of the dangers of the beach. (most broken necks/backs in the world) - He was real professional, but the funniest part was when the Dad of the group said (real loud)

"Well, thanks, we just wanna know WHERE THE ROCKS ARE, so we can stay away from 'em"

Um, island...reef...um...whole place is a Rock.

Ask Magarret!

Nah, they were nice folk, but the volume he asked at was so loud, and it hit me as funny shit.

Easily amused.

Rock, What rock?

To the left at the hotel.
To the left...

Gots ta work.


Secret Santa - U da Best - No Kai Oi

Secret Santa No Ka Oi




Sinfest cartoon for 12/25. if this aint deep, you aint living.

Hey Zilla - dig da obscure time...


Pure kine.


Mele Kalikimaka Eve...Work beckons...

Tidings, all.

Good ones at that.

24 to go at firecom.

Who knows?

Tales or tails, it'll be somethin'

Dysfunctional, last Xmas the whole crew


Sprinkles a joy to all. May it be a storm.

Joy dat is.


At work, but in the spirit.....

Fa la la la la , la la la la .

Good thing it only comes once a year, or help me, I would be even more of a lunatic. With the traffic, crowds, and assorted riff raff, you can barely get the smells of the season up in your old wazoo. You got to admit, the frenzy that takes place around this time is truly amazing. We get more people on the road here than the roads can support. The traffic sucks. I wonder where the hell they all are during the other days? Thank god they aren’t on the road like this all the time. Stressed out parents, kupuna (elders), merchants, service industry folk, the whole kit-n-kaboodle of humanity, all roaming the aisles of the world at once.

It is wondrous, ‘tho to find that small essence of the spirit of Christmas amongst the flushing sounds of commercial hype.

Lady C and I were doing some last minute carousing, (get those minds outta da gutter, peoples) for stuffs. There is plenty of crowds. So at this one store, a small gent is carrying a load of items, with the world oblivious to his struggle. This young man, from a ways away, steps over, and helps him to his destination. Not employee type help, just out of pure kindness.

Yesterday, I was picking up a cup of good old Joe at the local joe dealer. And in the parking lot was a sight impaired lady crossing the parking lot, at a ill advised corner. A young teenager, in her car, parked, hurried out of her car, and went over, and led the lady to a safer area to cross. Pure, unfiltered. Kindness.

A harried check out girl went out of her way among a throng of consumers to get the price right on something we had purchased. The she gave us 2 $10 gift certificates, ‘cause the Maile girl was helping her bag other purchases people were making. Cool kind niceness.

There is a lot of joy out there, it takes some doing to see, process, and digest as true season stuff.

Guess we all need to look around, see what is right there, and experience joy.

Hope all your holidays are bright with joy, peace, and true love.

Mele Kalikimaka.


Follow. ...& translation


You have read him, if not punch him up.

Innaressing stuff.

I posted comment #56.

It is in Hawaiian. Got time? I am intrested to see what if anything comes of it.

Leave me NO free time.

Thats a good idea.


posted later,





Peace & Joy,... all.

edit -

Hawaiianmark (Surfmore@workless.com) Says:

on December 23rd, 2005 at 6:12 am

Ke ho’olaule’a nei anei au i kanaka, ai ke Akua anei? Ha’awi aku ia ‘oukou i na ho’olaule’a ‘ana a nui wale ma ke ku’ai’ana aku ma ko’u hale ku’ai.

Page 196, Hawaiian Dictionary, Pukui, Ebert

Ah, research.


Cool post

#57, but whose counting?

Jus' incase ya cant find 'em


EDIT #2 -

Sandy, you are good.

"Do I now persuade men or God? - to give yougreat satisfaction in making purchases in my store (free sub for restaurant)"

Not that deep, huh? Just make you think, in perspective of what he said, having the others there for him, come the time, or...not. Persuading them (man) by action, or do I persuade God, by action or my inaction? Figuring the patrons disgust with service, - is the second part - 'to give satisfaction in the purchases in my store - I free subbed restaurant for store, to fit the post.

I think too much.

Shopping is PAU!


ALoha...off to work!


Surf Time vs. Work Time

Because Momhawaiianmark said - "Work is love made visible"

I went surfing at the crack of a working days dawn, it wasnt tht big, but the conditions were pretty fine kine good.

So working & surfing, surfing and working...I got to surf, now I am forced to work.

Paying the piper, so 'ta speakage.







Or something to that degree.

Mr. Sun show up
Morning Sunshine

Around the corner
Other Side




Christmas Traditions

Christmas Traditions

The number one C-mas tradition for me is that I will be working. I think in the past 20 odd years, I have actually been off once. And that’s OK. Traditions are built on recurring feats of joy. If you didn’t experience joy in doing something, then why do it again? (S & M aficionados – you are excused) So quickly, before I express some heart felt frustrations about phones, the public, and other morons, I give you things I always do ‘round C-Mas time.

1. Guaranteed, I will shop for Lady C at the last minute. (that’d be today)
2. All toys bought for family and friends kids will be of the most irritating, obnoxious, type. (this, because that’s what everyone gave our kids) It takes a little longer, but the looks of woe on parents face is priceless.
3. See above (no batteries!)
4. Lady C will stress out, and I get to prove, yet again, my worth as a human.
5. The Hotel From Hades will be packed to the pink gills in owns.
6. Fireworks will go on sale 12/26.
7. Red & Green M&M’s
8. The Xmas tree will come down as soon as the last present is opened. (Lady C quirk, don’t ask)
9. Extra patience with those around me. (ha!)
10. Lastly, I will look back on the year, and find that through the good and bad, it has still been a pretty worthwhile 365.

Firecom Phone Stuffs –

HM- “Whats your emergency?”

911caller- “I am not sure if this is an emergency, but I locked my keys in my car, and it is still running”

HM – “Is there anyone in the vehicle?”

9C- “No, I pulled over to put some water in the radiator, because it was over heating, and the door automatically locked”

HM – “You pulled over; put water in the radiator, and the door locked? , with the car running?”

9C- “Yes.”

HM – “ Mam, I think you will have to call a mechanic, or a locksmith, as there really is no emergency, more of an inconvenience”

9C – “ Oh, so I wait for the car to blow up, and THEN you’ll come?”

HM- “ Mam, it is HIGHLY unlikely that your car will explode from the radiator overheating; it is more than probable that it will – 1- run out of gas, -2- overheat, and the your engine block will crack, and the car will stop running, or 3, you call a mechanic, and they come out, open the car, and the problem is solved”

9C- “So I will just wait for the car to explode, and then you can put it out!!!”

HM- “Mam, it WILL NOT explode. If you added water to the radiator AFTER you stopped, the temperature is not that hot. If it was, you would not have been able to open the radiator”…”Perhaps the Police can be of assistance…?”

9C- *click*

The car didn’t blow, and we didn’t get another call from her.

More Fun-

HM – “What is your emergency?”

Condo resident- “We have a fire here”

HM- “what is burning?

CR- “ I don’t know, but I see smoke, and smell fire”

HM “what color is the smoke? Do you see flames? You are on the 11th floor, is the smoke there?”

CR- “ No, it is in the lobby, and it is white smoke.”

HM – “ you see smoke in the lobby from the 11th floor?” (put the bong down, please)

CR- Yes, I am looking down from the 11th floor, cause I am on the floor, and I see right next to the Koi Pond, smoke.”

HM- (Koi Pond? WTF?) “But you see no flames?”

CR- “There is a Coke machine down there too”

HM – (PLEASE PUT DOWN THE BONG) “Beg your pardon?”

CR – “yeah, the coke machine doesn’t work all the time and sometimes it steals your money”

HM- “Mam, is that what is burning?”

CR- “No, it just steals your money”

HM- (arrrrrrggggggghhhhhh!) So you don’t see flames, is the smoke still visible?”

CR- “What smoke?”

HM- “The smoke and the fire you were reporting”

CR- “I what?”


CR- “Oh, uh, No.”

HM- “Aloha, and good night”

CR – “Uh, Ok, Thanks”


It was kinda like 24 hours of this, yesterday, along with a multi-vehicle bus accident, a motorcycle DOA, assorted medicals, Hazmat alarms, and the surfers in distress, a drowning, emergency childbirth….

It was a busy, busy day. Got 2 hours of sleep.

Back at the hotel.

Holiday traditions.

Traffic, crowds, rude folks, I can do without.

Warm feelings towards fellow mankind, kids out of school, feeling real peace on earth, That’s worth it.

Shop well, be well, and keep the spirit of joy in your hearts.



Zilla post-pix-tatoo.u-warmies

Okey Dokey -

Mirrored cabinets in - had to shave off 2" from the wall for the shower door to fit; Skinny ankle Tattoo - (Mailelaulii - w/ hibiscus yellow flower; got it 13 years ago for the daughter - I surf right foot forward - so she is always leading me....)...Best parka imitation I could do. .....Post Mirror Pond Ales....

And my bedroom, ala construction site.

OT today was killer, and 'morrow for a 24...

Me go bed now.



Hawaiianmark Radio Dial Is Set On...

Ben Folds Five
Jack Johnson
Mr. Neil Young, Sir.
Something to get the heart started

'tis a smorgeshborgish collection.


My ears are bleeding.



Picture Less

Sunday. Lets rest.


Put in the medicine cabinet. The light fixture over the cabinet, and did some more coats on the 'log'.

The log is my answer for the leg shaving assist on the shower. The 'log' had been sitting under the stairs for umpteen years. I think it is ironwood. Which would make sense, because it is harder than my head. I first thought up the idea because -

1. I didn't want to figure out how to add a shelf into the already being placed tile.

2. I am inherently curious.

3. (seriously) I figured the juxtaposition of tile (stone) with wood (organic?)

4. I have a grinder, sand paper, and not much of a brain.

The log had a smacking of bark still on it, which had sorta rotted itself to the log itself. Chipped that off. Started sanding with the sander, which doesnt quite mesh with the shape of the log. Plus, it is harder than heck, so it tore the sandpaper to shred, quick like.


I busted out the drill, attached the grinder head to it, and grinded the daylights outta it. Then sanded the beejezus too, with a form fitting sandpaper sponge thingy. 6 cans of varathane later -

Logger/Legshave stand/Ass parking!!!

Maile stole my camera, and I had to hit it to the Hotel for work anyhows.

OT ' morrow.

Be good -



Vanity/Paint/Got Imaginative For The Foot Rest Thingy

Busy man,picked up medicine cabinet/Paint/Light fixture.

Playing hooky from hotel.

Going for beers now....

Cabinet got installed, Uncle Billys neighbor Francisco made them, doors later.

Sunset courtesy God.



WTF was I thinking?





Dont leave a camera in my hands / i hate phones

There are some people who should not be allowed more than one or two stickers on a car/truck.

I followed this to Hotel Heck-a-mondo ...

I mean really, do I need a novel? I can go to Barnes & Nobles for a book.

Sorry on da blur, had to snap and drive, bad combo..

Hotel Hell Deliverer of EVIL

The thing that brings me untold experiences of pain, joy, and relative insanity -


Stop Him
Can I go on break now?

Shoots, and I gots a 24 tomorrow at Firecom, and i was over paid this last pay check, which means the C & C of honolulu will take the excess back...right when the bills for Xmas come due...Damn grinches! ... But in the mean time..

...No complaints, just ...well....



Night Life - Fun w/ visitors orders

After having worked in a state hospital in Iowa, I can attest -

They do come out at night on a full moon.

I am one of 'em.

So here I is, slaving away in my cell at the Hotel Hell -


Ring, Ring.

Aloha, In Room Dining, this is Mark.

Aussie/Brit accent - Uh yes, I d like a burger Medium, and another burger medium as well, and 2 glasses of beaujolais.

HM - Fine, Mam. Thats 2 burgers Medium, and 2 glasses of Beaujolais.

Accented 1 - Yes, Thank You.

HM - That should be about 20 minutes.

(insert time frame of 20 minutes, add 10 and divide by whatevers)


Ring. Ring.

(same hotel spiel)

Accented 1 - Yes we have a trolley to be picked up, and would you make a note? The food was terrible. The burgers were burnt, and this is NOT beaujolais. I asked for them Medium RARE. Not charred. Note that, will you?

HM- (sure, being that YOU ORDERED IT MEDIUM) - I am terribly sorry, Mam. We will take due notice of your complaint, and speak with the wine steward on the wine.

Accented 1 - Just take this trolley away.

HM - Right away , Mam.



Ring, Ring.

(caller ID, dontcha know)


(how long can I make them wait?)


Aloha, This is...

Accented 1 interrupts - Yes, my wife called, and the meal was terrible.

HM - Yes sir, she realted the complaint to me, and...

Accented 1 interrupts again - Yes, it was awful, the burgers were urnt no cheese, and the wine was not beaujolais...

HM interrupting myself - Yes sir, I am terribly sorry, the waiter, and the wine steward have ben notified. As well as...

Accented 1 buts in - Terrible no cheese, no ... the fries were some potato thingy, not fries.

HM - (Huh? Fries that arent fries? Hmmm?) Sir we will amend that fry problem I assure you.

Accented 1 - Yes, and....

(The waiter comes in now, and signals that THEY ATE EVERYTHING ON THE ORDER)

HM - (buts in again) - Yes sir. Other than that, how was everything else?

Accented 1 (laughing) - well it was all BAD, so other than that, nothing was good!

HM - (ramp up the sarcasm, baby!) Terribly sorry sir. But you DID consume all of the meal? Just wanted to make sure, that the waiter didnt bring back the wrong table, you know.

Accented 1 (back peddle, back peddle, back peddle) - Well, well , well...we were flying all day, and were hungry, and...

HM - ( flying in the CARGO section are we now? ) Sir we will remove the bill from your charges, and again, my apologies.

Accented 1 - yes, flying all day and we were hungry, and that would be fine....

HM - *click*

You can complain all you want, you can bitch about a 13 dollar burger, order it once, order it right.

Just dont bullshit a bullshitter.

How many more years of this?

Eternity, baby, eternity.

See ya!



Full Moon, It's Mr. Manic

Its full moon time again, meaning little sleep for me, and manic rushes for my brain. Spazzing along doing everything and nothing at the same time, I'll be a basket case in no time. Back to Hotel fun tonight, and 12 hours of OT at the Firecom 'morrow. Then its 24 hour shift for Friday, back to the Hotel Saturday. Whooo- hoo! and in between I will be flying about, trying not to lose any more marbles. I may even surf.


Whats that?

John, Waiting for a pick-up
Paint, Me...Bad Combination
Baron, & Nala

Baron is a chinese crested, the ugliest dog around. Lady C and her animals. Maile is the responsiblity of Nala. She hassles Baron ALL DAY LONG. ALL DAY. 24/7.

We put the "D" in dysfunctional around here.



Xmas Hotel Hellish Style / Secretus Santamaxumus

Secret Santa Makes and Entrance...

Hotel Decking itself out for the season...

Where they send me..to be abused...

Questions????? I got questions....



Mahalo Secret Santa!
It Is pretty, Damnit!
Revolt, Worker Style

It is late...



Tough? What's tough?

Somewhere in this world I am sure, there is a person, family or people that have things tough. They probably don't even know it. That's because right next to them is someone who has in tougher. I stumble through my existence, ranting about the injustice that assails me, when in truth - - -

I got it pretty damn good.

Momhawaiianmark always said the 1/2 full vs. 1/2 empty example, usually followed by a reminder that "God doesn't give you more than you can handle" (writerMom - you got that down, God Bless!!!) She would end with a quote or 6 on how this is a stepping stone to greater things...Or failure is perceived as such only if you let it be....And more - enough that she should write a book. (You should see her letters - she refuses to move into the 21st century - support the USPS is her motto!)

Now that I shifted sufficiently off track, maybe I can come to some sensible points/observations. Believe that things are against you, and I dare say, they will be. Seeing situations as opportunities to take, albeit hard, is the best way to attack. Yup. Attack. 'cause that's what you gotta do when the defecation hits the oscillator. You can attack with all the emotion that you posses inside, all you talent, all your (for want of a better word) balls. (Ladies -intestinal fortitude will do for you!) Never letting desperation or negativity gain a foothold is paramount to conquering the challenge.


See, oldest K is missing from our anniversary celebration. That's 'cause Lady C & I had to tell him "Aloha" - Not good kine Aloha, but Aloha as in -


kine Aloha.

So as a team, we get to feel all ranges of emotion, as you or anyone would when your child is gone for a week or more and no news is heard.

So we have a dilemma, but in the giant realm of things to worry about, it is manini (small) and I wont. I will try. I will attempt at common sense. (and believe you me, commonsense for this pup, IS a challenge) - But we will endure.

As we all will, if we let ourselves be the humanity we all are, setting aside our SELF, and letting the community we exist in, hand us assistance, gain knowledge, and in gaining that knowledge, power to change the world.

Or at least our little place in our own paradise.

Peace, Joy, and scatterings of boundless enthusiasms.

As always,


Texture and Sanded Walls - New Skylight In

23rd Anniv Dessert that Roy's made
Today's completed tasks B4 working at hotel hell -

Busy day and more to go, hope you all are safe and happy.



Anniversary 2005

Dinner For 4, and smiles for me.

Good food.

Good Fun.

Lucky man, 24 hour shiftage now.

Hey I Know You

An You 2



"Fork Horse"

Hotel Hell -

HM - "Aloha, In room dining, Mark speaking, how may I help you?"

Japanese Guest- "Mushi Mushi?"

HM - "Ome moment.."

Transfers phone to bi-lingual operator.

HM - (same spiel as above)

JG - "Womb Serbiss?

HM - " Yes this is room service."

JG - "I rood rike to order Fork Horse"

HM - "Fork Horse?"

JG - "Res. Fork Horse"

HM - "Um, we dont have Horse"

(nb - horse meat is served in Japan, and is actually very good, but we dont carry Horse, even if it is belived to be a aphrodisiac, or men eating it are considered virile. We have the Honolulu Marathon tomorrow, and who knows, if you get my drift)

JG - "Fork Horse, No?"

HM - "No Fork Horse"

JG - (japanese tossing back and forth in the back ground) "So, No Fork Horse, you hab maybe, Tree Horse?

HM- "Tree Horse?....um?"

JG - "Res. Tree Horse meal for two"

HM - (barely able to not pee) "I see THREE COURSE MEAL FOR TWO?" " Or FOUR COURSE MEAL FOR TWO?"

JG - " Hai hai hai! Res - ! Fork Horse meal for two!!!"

HM & JG together - " Rararararararararara!!!!!! "

Ok, so hotel hell had humor today.

My 23rd annivesary is tomorrow, and I am ordering fork horse for the Lady C and I.



Yeah its late in Aloha land....

But while i was at the stop lite before the ol' Hotel Hell this young lady was at the lite, waiting to cross, in training...

A Woman Who Rocks

I came home, and logged in. i read this article, looked at the pix, and realized the lady at the lite was her.

The spectacular thing about this whole chance glance is that -

She had the most gorgeous smile gracing her face as she waited at the lite.

(i use 'lite' cause stop lites irritate me)

So after this read....

i gots no problems i cant deal on.

you all be good this weekend, OK?

I got rocks to fly.


Educate Yourself

Teachers are way cool. If you teach, you influence more than you know. Really. The coach teaches, and he does a damn good job of it. He has taught just about everything under the sun, and backs off of no challenge. That is what each student is – a pocket of opportunity. The opportunity to get inside the mass of grey matter between the ears, and explode it with wonder, and curiosity. My Pops, he rocks with the ability to inspire. He has coached, taught many men. A great deal still write him on how much he has influenced the life they lead.

That’s cool shit.

If it were not for teachers, I’d be satisfied with second best. That’d suck. Hamel said in a wondrous post about the lack of letting our children fail. Many teachers let me fail, as well as the Popster, and Mom Hawaiianmark. They never, not once, put me on the spot for the failure. It was looked at in context. Did you try? Did you give it your all? If you did, there is no shame in failure. You know the answer to the effort in you heart.

Back to why teachers are so bloody great.

I had a French teacher, Mr. Hu, in High School. He was great. He let me know, without a doubt, that it was going to be a struggle for me with ‘Le Language’. I have enough trouble with English. He encouraged, saw at least I tried, and my lack of ability in a second language notwithstanding, he praised. He also wrote in my year book –

“Good Luck, you’ll need it”

We could get Mr. Hu to derail of French and talk of his tours in Vietnam very easily. Live views of the horrors of war will make you think twice on what’s worth dying for. Needless to say he made it clear that certain things in our world should be thought on more deeply than others.

But it was Mr. Hu who needed the luck. His son attended my alma mater, and somehow, in the heat of a relationship with a girl an ex, and his son, he was stabbed to death. On my campus, while Mr. Hu was at work, educating.

He never really recovered, I see him in town, now and then, and he looks, well, a miss.

He let me fail, and I grew from it, I wished better things for him, that’s for sure.

I love art. I had an art teacher, Mr. Lehano, who totally understood I was trying. I couldn’t execute pottery to save my fat arse, but he encouraged the experiment. He combined with Mr. Wood, in drama, to light a fire of the things that are art, abstraction, nuance, light, color, interpretation, that assist me to this day in dealing with stuff that is not pretty.

These men make me a better firefighter, a better person.

Maile had Miss Chun, her counselor, and special ed teacher. Miss Chun, she is about 99.9% heart. I had to attend a lot of Parent/Teacher meetings once the Felix act got in motion here. Maile means the world to me, as do all my keiki, but Miss Chun knew how much I wanted for her to enjoy, and thrive in school.

Our first meeting, she cried when telling me how much it meant to have parents who care.

Miss Chun, she rocks. She still influences Maile, by way of her always wanting to return to her elementary, to say hi, and help out with whatever she can.

Is that just cooler than heck, or what?

So dear teachers, all around this world –



You will never know the great you do, in the smallest moments, and the everlasting impact you achieve.


(it still sucks to be at the Hotel De Hellish, ‘tho!)

Arrrgh, and I did surf, either!


Whats in da juke now, and random, scattered, thoughts and thinkings...Ah, Hotel Hell...

Good Morning Sunshine Music...I gotta work so wake my ass up!

Wake me Up Music
Fleetwood Mac.....Ummm Stevie Nicks....Ohhhhh Ahhhh..
Yea, I like that!
Stevie Nicks,ummmm, thats onolicious!

Not in the juke, but if you wanna hear some stuffs that sounds ala Beatles, and question the real originality of some of the songs, give a hear.

All Beatles fans - I am not dissing them, I just find it innaressssing that T. rundgren could come up with a sound so Beatle-esque

Deface The Music

Backside Deface

Keep on rockin'


Diff'rent Stokes...(no missing 'r')

Now that the fine geralisssimo Lady C has canged her mind for the uku-billionth time on the complete monster that the bathroom has become, I will tell ya why.

'Cause you girls get to give life.

I think I wrote about it before, 'bout why it is we males of this big blue marble in da middle of the blackness do what WE do.

We aint the life givers.

So we have to prove our worth by doing all kinds of inane, insane things to bring ourselves up to the status of the life-givers. We go out and race cars, work to the bone, get into fisticuffs, struggle to out-do the Jones', ride bigger and more stoke inducing waves, ...all because we can never be or could ever handle, the life giving process. We will fret and flaunt the maleness that is driven in deeply between the gonads that tend to run our 'other' head, but really, we can't be of the stature of the life producers.

No way, no how, cant do it.

We can shove that bravado out our arse till the cows come home, but deep down, we know, we have to do SOMETHING to elevate our meager exsistence to the others level. Might as well quit now, boys, it aint gonna happen.

So that begats(?) the right to change ones mind uku-billion times.

And I will hem and haw, but you got the right.

(uku means "alot")

So i will defer again, to the giver of life, the spawner of tax-burdens and breaks, yet again.

And I, as a male hormone challenged dooofus, will hunt down another yet fleeting moment of bravado, excitemnet and exhiliration. And that wont measure up one iota to your gift.

That tease of a wave, that fact is to lead off again to hunt another, yet better, more tempting, alluring wave. All just trying to prove my worth.

No keeeding this time (trimuph the wonder dog)

I am going a wave hunting for a skoshi (small) time, and come home to more.....

Changes of the mind.

It's all good.


Im getting wet.

(not that kind, damnit)

Sheesh! cant take you guys anywhere.

Okay, Aloha, fo' real.


I didnt know I was a hemorprahdite, but the spammers want my help again.

I think I will call the phone number for the hell of it.

Say I am Dubya, or something



RE: TRANSFER OF ($ 136,000.000.00 USD)

Dear Sir/Madam,

We want to transfer to overseas ($ 136,000.000.00 USD) One
hundred and Thirty six million United States ollars) from a
Bank in Africa, I want to ask you to quietly look for a
reliable and honest person who will be capable and fit to
provide either an existing bank account or to set up a new
Bank a/c immediately to receive this money, even an empty a/c
can serve to receive this money, as long as you will remain
honest to me till the end for this important business trusting
in you and believing in God that you will never let me down
either now or in future.

I am Mr Timothy Gerald, the Auditor General of a bank in
Africa, during the course of our auditing I discovered a
floating fund in an account opened in the bank in 1995 and
since 1998 nobody has operated on this account again, after
going through some old files in the records I discovered that
the owner of the account died without a [heir] hence the money
is floating and if I do not remit this money out urgently it
will be forfeited for nothing as the owner of this account is
Mr. Frankline Sullivan, a foreigner, and a sailor, and he
died, since 1998. and no other person knows about this account
or any thing concerning it, the account has no other
beneficiary and my investigation proved to me as well that
Frankline Sullivan until his death was the manager De Beers
Mining Company in SA.

We will start the first transfer with Thirty six million
[$36,000.000] upon successful transaction without any
disappoint from your side, we shall re-apply for the payment
of the remaining rest amount to your account. The amount
involved is (USD 136M) One hundred and Thirty Six million
United States Dollars, only I want to first transfer
$36,000.000 [Thirty Six million United States Dollar from this
money into a safe foreigners account abroad before the rest,
but I don't know any foreigner, I am only contacting you as a
foreigner because this money can not be approved to a local
person here, without valid international foreign passport, but
can only be approved to any foreigner with valid international
passport or drivers license and foreign a/c because the money
is in us dollars and the former owner of the a/c Mr. Frankline
Sullivan is a foreigner too, [and the money can only be
approved into a foreign a/c.

However, we will sign a binding agreement, to bind us together
I got your contact address from my secretary who operates
computer, I am revealing this to you with believe in God that
you will never let me down in this business, you are the first
and the only person that I am contacting for this business, so
please reply urgently so that I will inform you the next step
to take urgently.

Send also your private telephone and fax number including the
full details of the account to be used for the deposit. I want
us to meet face to face to build confidence and to sign a
binding agreement that will bind us together before
transferring the money to any account of your choice where the
fund will be safe.Before we fly to your country for
withdrawal, sharing and investments.

I need your full co-operation to make this work fine.because
the management is ready to approve this payment to any
foreigner who has correct information of this account, which I
will give to you, upon your positive response and once I am
convinced that you are capable and will meet up with
instruction of a key bank official who is deeply involved with
me in this business.I need your strong assurance that you will
never, ever let me down.

With my influence and the position of the bank official we can
transfer this money to any foreigner's reliable account which
you can provide with assurance that this money will be intact
pending our physical arrival in your country for sharing. The
bank official will destroy all documents of transaction
immediately we receive this money leaving no trace to any
place and to build confidence you can come immediately to
discuss with me face to face after which I will make this
remittance in your presence and three of us will fly to your
country at least two days ahead of the money going into the
account. I will apply for annual leave to get visa immediately
I hear from you that you are ready to act and receive this
fund in your account.

I will use my position and influence to obtain all legal
approvals for onward transfer of this money to your account
with appropriate clearance from the relevant ministries and
foreign exchange departments. At the conclusion of this
business, you will be given 35% of the total amount, 60% will
be for me, while 5% will be for expenses both parties might
have incurred during the process of transferring. I look
forward to your earliest reply through my email Call me on
this tel no 874-763-591545, It's a satelite phone, when
dialing, do not add South African country code, only add your
country's international dial out code.


Thanks And Best Regards,
Mr.Timothy Gerald


20 odd hours down, more to go

Somethings never change, like work,

Long days just get longer...


Be safe.



Back To Firecom 'morrow....

Back to work a 24 tomorrow, and Hotel now...

Maile will get informed on the decision in April.

Long wait, but plenty time to think positive.

She is driving me bonkers of late, the pest.

Lady C as well.


Anybody got some insecticide?

...Shit,... that'd be me...

I keed, I keeed.

You all just keep on doing what you were, that'd be immense good, right?

Or just keeping on, 'cause sometimes thats the best ya can ask for.

And I promise to throw some scattered joy everybodies way...fresh, organic kine.

Whip me, beat me, scold me, tell me I am wrong....


(at least in my own demnted mind)

Peace, Aloha.

Hugs are owed.


'Zup ...It is early on trash day.

Taking out the trash is a cleansing experience...It gives you room for more junk.

Trash Day

Last years tree is working security upstairs now...

Last Xmas Tree- Working Security

Get Fuzzy

The little engine that shouldnt...I likey!