"Floating in the Sky"

Surf session on 3 hours sleep w/ LG this AM. 140 alarms yesterday. Busy bees, we was. LG gets credit for the saying above, soon as we paddled out. Middle of the ocean, and a million miles away from problems of the earth bound kine.











Aloha, as always, even if I offend.

Time for work.

Droppings

LGREANZ Photo.



If there is ever a reason for a new baptisim in life, surfings the reason. The wasted time of checking non-exsistent swells, the drives to non-producing shores. Insurmountable odds weighed against my psychi of guilt-vs-pleasure-vs-responsiblities.

A long time ago, a scared keiki was tossed about in the ocean by ohana. Being bleesed in a church of stone has its benefits, but bleesed in the open sky has others. There were posters on the wall in grade school of sea-creatures that roamed the keiki's wildest nightmares. So feared, that even being next to said posters would cause a cringe. Getting stung at Makapu'u beach didnt help; guessing that small blue orbs wanted to play wasnt the brightest move for a already dim-witted soul. Being portugese, being salty; made no diff to the Man-O-War. 8MM films of a squealing little kane, now lost forever, are fresh still in the ancients mind. It is amazing how fast little feets can fly when scarred.

With age comes new dimensions of freedom; some can never be harnassed to the degree of control as they should be. As many a soul has lost its way in that said freedom. Luck would have otherwise, as freedom granted access to things desired. Oh and desire can freak you out. You can want something so badly that you are blinded in your lust. Then lust becomes a demon. You gotta have demons tho' 'cause good needs a battle now and then.

***blogger deletes notwithstanding*** we'll continue...sheesh.

Better living thru better times, nothing like filling into your manhood by pressing the luck. Pressing it with a good friend, going on dawn patrols on 5 speed schwinns in the early dawn. Peddaling miles to the beach. Watch crappy ass 8MM fils from Seans brother of the far away North Shore. Getting wave service when out in the water, feeling like we owned the world, and nothing at the same time...

When sayings and times collide "can you handle the worst possible thing that can happen to you out there?" can? Then lets go. Eating absolute shit and living to tell. Realistically thinking as a wave approaches and you are out of position, that - "fuck, I am going to get obliterated" or worse...die. Realx. You are water. Go with it and never, ever panic. Air. Airs good. Especially when you are out of it.

I cant explain it.

The giving of that internal combustion of stoke to the next player.

The next generation.

No smile can out do the one after that gift has been passed.

Stoke in life amplified past the 10.

Turn the volume up, please.

Aloha.

Hotel Propaganda Class

Was supposed to go to part 9,768 of the pinks propaganda fest. 4 hours of blithering idiots trying to persuade yours truly into - "branding starwood" as a daily occurence (like taking a shit) in my routine life.

Ha.

Like a good dweeb, I skipped class today.

Took Mai to school. Hung out with KJ and Lady C and Aunty R and Me-shell. Went to Costco. Went to City Mill.

Reapired a ding on a board that i have put off for too long.

I really, really like the smell of Resin and Fiberglass. Its kinda refreshing to me. Not to mention, a mild hallucinogenic. ( I'm KIDDING, OK?)

Back to the propaganda at hand. I couldnt see sitting thru another (yes, this was supposed to be Pt 5 & 6) and I could not for the life of me, nor the being paid for it factor, go to it.

So the revolution will be televised.

Kj helped clean yard, and fix ding in the board, and create general havoc. We have a leader for the revolution.

But I am sitting here at the damn pink for no reason other than I have to.

24 tomorrow.

Little Kenny - it hashes out "Love is a cleansing dew"...more or less.


Aloha.

(yeah, still.................Aloha.)

4 Moms 4 Mothers Day

Hope all you mothers had a great mothers day.

Snicker.

At the compound, 4 Moms for mothers day makes one weak in the pocket. C, Aunty, M, and Sandy are all Moms. So lots of flowery love all around.



Damn trouble maker

Lady C's friend, and my mortal enemy.

Naked children graced my lawn when I got home from 24 at the firecom, followed by 10 at the pink.






Champer went nuts on the slip and slide w/ Marley, Tom's step-daughter.






Hope you are all well and safe.


12 hour shift at the pink, and 24 tomorrow.

Did surf yesterday, tho'

Small and clean, and met a friend from way back. Wonder what it is like to have a normal life?

Aloha....!

Imu Photos

Unfortunately, the Imu wasnt at our house, but at Lady C's cousins ranch. It did mean that a certain fella got to chase all kine animals around.








Thank you all for the kind wishes.

And Ken, if you can figure a way to be home at a certain delivery time, I'll sned ya some Kalua Pork.

Along with the shirt, but ya gotta wear it on May 27th!


Aloha!

Love is like cleansing dew

Guess apologies are in order. Rants aside, excuse, eh? Never meant to offend nor worry.


Imu

Fact of the matter is, when you have many personalities in one abode, being the peacekeeper/head of da hale* (home) it gets a bit of juggling going down to keep ones sanity.

So sanity aside, I put my Playdoh brain mush back in its container and will step back into the world of niceness and flowers.

Maybe not.

But I will make a effort to remain positive amongst the excrement.

Ok?



Imu time


So the meat went into the Imu (underground oven) and came out all delicious and great. Lady C and Aunty R along with the queenines cousin did the cooking and digging with assistance from KJ.

There is nothing more dpressing than to know what is occuring in someones life and not being able to help. Help, when denied, is assistance forgotten. So be it. Cant make someone see what they dont want to. Wont stress about it if I can help it.

Gotta work anyway, and that will keep me on the even keel as long as I dont break my fingers snapping pencils at the pink.

You all be good, I will.

Aloha.

PlayDoh.

Wet chemicals can ignite under the right circumstances
or conditions.
Wishing you we here

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Never mind.

Things suck.

Not as well as open ended lefts. But they suck.


Distant Dreams.

Into it, it must fall, but torrents of it I can do with out.

Clouds?

Nah.

Thunder headed cumulo nimbus.

Or whatevas.

Tsch!

Ruins

Scattered hate filled words that no longer carry any meaning what so ever.






Sometimes tire of trying to be hopeful.

'Nuff already

Pau. Nuff.

Stand.

'bout time.

Surf Session # 54,276. (or thereabouts)

Drove the kiddo to school this morning, the thing I love about driving her to school is listening to NPR on the radio, and talking story with her. (when she is in the mood) The love I have for this family keeps growing when the stars decide to align in optimum unison. So today wasnt one of those, but we did have a pretty cool discussion on dealing with people in diffrent situations that fall our way in life.

Mai is not the principals list type student, hell, not even the janitor's list either. But neither was/is her Dad. Most important in her educational experience is getting the idea of effort down. The idea that even if you can not perform some function on a test, or regurgitate facts, you can still feel accomplishment in giving it your best. I dont know how she views my propapganda, but it seems to work. She keeps going for it, keeps trying, and keeps a pretty damn cheery outlook for one who struggles so mightily.

Then you got the inter-female type BS that occurs all around the feminine universe, I reckon. Goddamn, wimmens can sure breathe some hell-fire at each other. OK, we wont go into specifics, but damn, evil whenches abound at a all-girls catholic school.

And on to todays surf -

Surfed the fabled spot of my usual bodily demise; the china walls. Met up with a friend from a friends surf-web site, and had a fun session. Windy, peaky, and hella-good time spent in the old mother ocean. It def beats the snow.

Tons of apologies and aloha to all of you knee deep in sleet, snow, and various other cold-like shit.

For real.

Springs coming, mainlanders!

Although I have no concept of what 'spring' means as a season. Shit its the same everyday here.

Better get back to doing something at this pinkness that jobbo2 has become.

Aloha, warm weather wishes for all.

Malasadas Missed

Every Shrove Tuesday, Grandma Minnine would make malasadas. Not this Tuesday, or any for the past years. She would cook, and clean, and fry and mother.

She'd rule and speak, tone and state.

Portugese Grams are like that.

She'd go to mass on ash wednesday; rejoicing in her belief.

Miss ya Gram.


Bay Time


Party Time


Hope you are still using toooooo much damn butter in heaven, still.


Aloha.

Lady C gotta tat

So F It meant surf, and so as that goes, I am gonzers. Time for sleep. Gotta 24 'morrow, and it is sure to be hectic.

Hit the usuals FP wind aided surfapalooza this morn, and it did not fail. Wind and waves, and bust ass work out. Good 2 go.



Serious

Beauty

Ink on her


Heart felt aloha to you all.

Mackers

the north shore is blazing.


From Hawaiian water shots, J Ballenger photo

And certain creatins have just about had it with working at the old hella pink.

I resemble that remark, dontcha know.

Think I'll say say Fuck It to work on Friday. Gotta 24 on Saturday anywhooose.

Dream On.

Train Kept a rollin'.

And ...

Aloha.

New Fish Board / Mine, well, maybe KJ's

So after a very rough shift of HFD stuff,lessseeee, child drowning, child falling out of 2nd floor window, idiot media people, 2nd suicide in the same spot as Fridays shift, and it was the GF killing herself this time.

Disclaimer - Dont read if you dont want honest, skip past the pix to more thoughtful stuffage, 'K?

I am going to rant like shit about the selfishness of suicide. If you knew what you looked like when people have to clean up after the selfish deed, you wouldnt. If you saw the pictures of your insides after the school of sharks feasted on your dead corpse, you wouldnt. If you knew how many OTHERS you hurt, you wouldnt. If you knew how many OTHERS were put at risk, you wouldnt.

OK, I'm done.

On a brighter note -

Photo's Courtesy Neosponge



Photo's from Neosponge

I bought I wonderful board off of a friend, Neil. He not only rocks as a Photog, but is a nice soul to boot.

So I have a new stick, which means..............

Kaleo James has his first surfboard.

And being he is all of 8 months old (or thereabouts) He has some waiting to do.

So I will prep it for him, by just adding water.

Went for a surf this morning, and it was good to wash the sins off. Not only was there some fairly good surf, I got to be a greedy little shit and enjoy it all by myself. Bonus added was the pod of humbacks jumping for valentines day joy.

Aloha.

And yeah, I bought the evil Lady C two dozen roses on the way home.

Such da romantic, yeah?

Peace.

Getting Physical

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surf2
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Action, in any form, creates a better person. I imagine this everytime my sorry ass feels tired, and doesnt want to move its sorry-ass self along at a greater rate of speed. There is only so much free time in my work-soaked life to enjoy things that I want to. So keeping the action part in mind, I had my required City and County Of Honolulu (BULLSHIT) physical on Friday.

It isnt like I fear a physical. Whats to fear? - "Hey, you have a third nut down here, sir!" - Isnt likely to be said. "Hmmmm strange lump in the orbitalpreeniumperspaectuseretus stera delta dawn area" ...Uh whats that, Doc? And so on. So I go in, knowing full well that the 15 minutes it takes the City to find out I breathe, and pee, is not gonna discover anything that I prolly dont already know.

Not that the C & C doesnt care about us, of course they do. They care enough to find out if they can prevent a law suit, is the reason for this "7-11" of physicals. I think they must put people out of work for High BP more often than the disease of Hypertension does on its own. Cover your ass, the ccorporation consel always says, I guess.

Quickly enough, I have gotten the Weight (184) BP (170/60) Pulse (65) and Height (still 5'11", altho' innaresssingly enough, they added .75 to the inches. WTF? I am growing at 48? So, officially, I am 5 feet, 11.75 inches tall.) Just further to fall, if you ask me. Eyesight still sucks, but get sternly told that I need to bring reading glasses next year. WTF2 - Why? I cant see far doofus! If I take off my glasses, I dont need arm extenders, either! WTF3 - So why would I want to bring reading glasses, when if I want to read, I just take the damn things off. And again, I dont hold the damn material further away or closer than normal. It is the 1950 eye machine BS if you ask me.

Anywho.

On to the PFT, which measures the capacity of your lungs, cause as a Firefighter, you wear the SCBA, and have to have a certain amount of Pulmonary function to work. The pessimist in me says BS, you just want to know how much shit is in my lungs so if I die in a fire, you can say it was my own fault, but I digress. Pass that without a hitch, and it is on to the Doctor.

Quickly through him and done.

Passed again, and off to work.

Got off this morning, and went surfing before the troops could corral me into doing anything that I really didnt want to do.

Being selfish has its perks, I guess. Good waves, sunshine and coffee. Now to the pink for more abuse.

Aloha!

OK, I am better now.

Please resume scheduled normality.


Courtesy, Laks


Whateva that means.

B R E A T H E.

Free Bitching! (ode to over-paid Pro-Bowlers)

The NFL is in town. They likey high priced hotels. Most are OK. Some are not.

- You make a hell of a lotta money playing a game.

Tip, assholes.

- You have fans.

Sign, assholes.

- The world does not revolve around you.

Hard to believe, I know, but deal with it.

- Yes, shits expensive here.

Why the fuck you think I work 2 jobs?

- No, you are not automatically the first in line.

Where were you in 1st grade?

- Yes, by god, it is raining.

Did you even watch the fucking superbowl? No, I guess you was chilling at youse crib. And no, I cant change the fucking weather.

- The grass shacks went out with the monarchy.

Why the fuck do they always ask that shit?

- 6 foot tweleve does not mean shit if you have no class.

Please review the "first in line" bitch.

- Yes, all rental cars are obvious.

Even the friking Hummers, fools.

- There is a lotta good you could do.

Blasting gangster rap/country tunes from a rental @ 11PM isnt one of them.

I feel much better now.

Shoots.

Aloha.



*BTW, real men who played the greatest game ever invented, folded up their helmets, and stuck 'em in the back pocket.


My attitude will be better, soon.

- Oh, and one more bitch - To the companies that bring the "special incentive" people here for the Pro Bowl; drunk, obnoxious isnt gonna make me buy your product.

Fo' real.

OK, I am done.

You may resume normal activities.

Aloha, once again.

My calming sea.

Just a calm before looking for a sick wave or 2 before the hell of her pink hotelness.


Tutu Man and Champ

Pre surf hugs and stuff.

X2


Shoots, then.

Aloha

Shes killing me.

Queens of spoooooky shit, indeed.

Really. I am out-numbered by 3 post menapausal and 1 young lady and a girly-girl...VS. Only Me.

There really should be a law.

More Sinfest


My girls are stalking my sanity.


My (Mai) Girl

All of 'em.


Ay sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh


Aloha.

R I T Training

Today for 8+ hours we had RIT training. RIT is rapid intervention team. It means the crew that stands by for the unplanned disaster that can strike first responders. They are the guys that rescue the guys that are trapped, or down.

The O2 Tank


We got 8 hours of overtime. Then I bee-lined it to the pink. And I am bushed. But its OK.

The weird thing is the instructors talked about the Aloha Drive fire that I was at back a while a go. The O2 tank that blew, and the realtive closeness of death. It is a weird feeling to remember what it was like that night. It makes a lot of the continual state of bullshit that occurs in my hale very, very ...manini. Yet, it reinforces the real fact of what lies around each corner.

If a man hadnt died behind a door, the likelihood of our entire crew perrishing was pretty great. His death prevented very possibly, our own.

It was so fucking hot. It was so bloody dark. The explosion sent all four of us to the floor. The entire 6 story concrete building, shook. Radio traffic, for a moment, ceased.

Gathered our collective nads, and...

went back into the fire.

The apartment was littered with O2 tanks. Really. At minimum, 20 or more. The heat was so bad, that the nomex turnouts, the hood, the gear we wear, burnt.

There were mortar like crevices in the concrete where the explosion had gone off. They were all over the room. It is strange to have all that come back to your mind.

It is strange.

Aloha.

Surfing, Blood, and Freedom.

Every now and again, the stars align, and my brain says BZZZZT. Then I go surfing.

So after the stars aligned, and my brain went on the fritz, I went.

thank god/goddess I did.

Screw the torn ligamnets, screw the work load, screw the factor of 2 many queens in a small house.

So screw it, I went surf.

And surf was a refresher course in whats good, and whats OK. And why I think more now, and less at the same time.

Confused? Sure. but when it all comes down to it, there is something that is lifegiving, something indescribable about the water.

The water does more than any religion can.

It refreshes my soul and my heart.

It takes the everyday and shines a bright light on the fact of how blessed I am.

And it reminds me that I am part and parcel of many things that I may or may not understand.

And I paddle for yet another wave.

Saltwater dreams.

Peace.

Happiness.

Aloha.

'O nalu nalu

Annie knows where
Cold, HYN style
Road from way close to heaven

Not rough.

Just steady on the flight.

Aloha.

Kou po ua moe ia, 'o ko'u nei la.'a'ole

My mom, my girl, my champ
Bear and the mai, atop Mauna Kea
Cold shit, Hawaiian stylee


While you sleep, I wake.

My gang went to the big isle. 1 day strike and burn. My middle son and Mai, and champy, w/ M, K and M's mom. Along w/ da bears friends.

More pix from Hilo side, Annie, make ya jones more!

Xcuse the no mo' comments from yours truly, the powers that be got all kine blockage on da 'puter at job 1 and 2, but I be planning, oh yeah. Get my computer guy helping, and I 'll raid ya, soon enuf.

Nothing but goodnes your way, all.

48 tomorrow.

Aquarius, no f'in shit, eh?

Aloha all.

God shuffles his feet, and shows his sense of humor

Most days, I am hyper, and active. Most days, I go along with no problems.

Then the 'other' days show up.

Wrapped and Casted

People that work in hospitals must be happy. I mean, where else do you get to work in Pajamas all day? Pretty comfy, if you ask me.

So....whats new?

My days are longer than shit, and thats OK. But then old Mr. God comes along and says-

"Dude, WTF? Howzit hanging?..You know what fool, you aint 15 no mo'."

And God shuffles his paws, and decides to play fun on the Markster.

Ya see, me and the supreme being, we got this, like, unsaid realtionship. He screws with me, and I keep on farking around. And he reminds a little harder. and I keep screwing around. So he turns the volume up, and I listen, but only for a while.

So I had a little 'discomfort' in my elbow. So it bugged me. So I still went surfing, still ran, still lifted, still went to work.

And this morning, I couldnt bend my right arm.

Being right handed, this presents some problems.

So I go to the Doc, and 6 hours later, voila!, I have torn ligments, and/or a fracture of my elbow, and/or bonechips in my arm. Specifics aint big in the medical world.


Me and God, we are still talking, but he gotta work on this customer service shit, I tell ya.

Its all good. Fo' real.

Showering is innnaressing, tho'.

Aloha!

Sue's Nami-nori

This morning







Yes I was on duty through the total BS of tsunami BS watches and warnings.

Dont get me wrong, alert is avert, but when TV BS'd warnings instead of watches, man does it get fucked at 911.

But I went surfing, and went jogging, the sights above from my run during work.

Dawn when I got off in da AM, and Iolani palace, Kawaihao Church, Trees and view.

Really I am so burnt, I am purple.

Aloha!

This is classic

OK. I am a burntout lump of coal, but the link is funny as shit.

Never listen to Pacabel's Canon the same way again.

5 min video.

Aloha.


PRAY 4 SURF

Drone

All aboard the drone train. Lock step, lock step.

It is a beaten path from the doorway to the car door.

Firecom busy busy and pink busy busy.

Carrie Aereola made a visit by the phones of Firecom again.

Dealt with chemical gallons of who knows what and how she didnt eat and need to take her meds.

Meds is what i need.

Surf Meds.

All in good time, all in good time.

Aloha!