my new tattoos (artist’s conception by olivia, age 13). Not my favorite place to get tattooed, the feet. Tomorrow maybe, photos of the actual thing.
my new tattoos (artist’s conception by olivia, age 13).
Not my favorite place to get tattooed, the feet. Tomorrow maybe, photos of the actual thing.
I sorta intended to post some pics while I was here but i forgot to pack the cable for my camera. So you know, fuck it. Pix later, when I get home. In any case, one last day on Kauai and then back to california. As always, I leave Hawaii a vague feeling of sorrow; […]
I sorta intended to post some pics while I was here but i forgot to pack the cable for my camera. So you know, fuck it. Pix later, when I get home.
In any case, one last day on Kauai and then back to california. As always, I leave Hawaii a vague feeling of sorrow; I don’t need anything from home. I could stay, giving up the mainland and not looking back.
There’s never enough time; even my kona trip last fall, when I stayed for three weeks, i left with the notion that I’d done half of what I wanted. And yet it takes only a week for me to start thinking of here as home. This trip, I stayed in two houses on two different parts of the island, dove, swam, snorkled, girl-watched, cooked, ate, hiked, took pictures; I found time to sit on the front porch of my house on hanalei bay and watch the sky change. I travel at an un-hurried pace when possible, finding time to do nothing; but this always means as may things un-done as things done.
I’m ok with that; I don’t need to finish. Travel isn’t about what you do; it’s about what you see, what you learn. If one is done, generally, one isn’t doing it right.
I do not want to go home; in my heart, I am home already.
…and there she goes. In other news, i have three days left of my vacation. Damn, they go by fast. Remaining plans: Night dive thursday (assuming no fucked up ocean conditions left behind by flossie’s passage), tattoo on friday at Uncle Tim’s Blue Kauai Tattoo, and fly home saturday. Today, wednesday – no plans at […]
…and there she goes.
In other news, i have three days left of my vacation. Damn, they go by fast. Remaining plans: Night dive thursday (assuming no fucked up ocean conditions left behind by flossie’s passage), tattoo on friday at Uncle Tim’s Blue Kauai Tattoo, and fly home saturday. Today, wednesday – no plans at all.
Meet hurricane Flossie: She’s a cute lil’ thing but she’s comin’ my way. Actually, not quite my way; NOAA says she’s gonna veer just south of Kauai. We’re not under a storm warning yet. Which is good ’cause my house is right there at sea level facing open ocean. The word ‘evacuation’ was used to […]
Meet hurricane Flossie:
She’s a cute lil’ thing but she’s comin’ my way.
Actually, not quite my way; NOAA says she’s gonna veer just south of Kauai. We’re not under a storm warning yet. Which is good ’cause my house is right there at sea level facing open ocean. The word ‘evacuation’ was used to today in the town I’m just north west of, if in a vague and hypothetical way.
This could turn it a more exciting vacation that originally planned. And you know, that idea doesn’t bother me at all.
The view from my house – Hanalei Bay, Kauai (Click to view full size). I am roughly fifty feet from the ocean.
The view from my house – Hanalei Bay, Kauai (Click to view full size).
I am roughly fifty feet from the ocean.
I managed to forget a charger for my laptop when I packed to leave, so the plan to do a little writing about kauai was disrupted. Luckily I managed to dig one up. Annoying, really. One makes a simple plan and finds in foiled by a single missing part. I have nightmares like that, usually […]
I managed to forget a charger for my laptop when I packed to leave, so the plan to do a little writing about kauai was disrupted. Luckily I managed to dig one up.
Annoying, really. One makes a simple plan and finds in foiled by a single missing part. I have nightmares like that, usually about dive trips where I’ve forgotten to pack some single piece of gear that’s completely essential.
Thus on, I hope, with a bit of travel blogging. Though not tonight, due to an early-morning dive trip tomorrow.
I will admit, though, I’ve developed rather a liking this trip, for a beverage I bought only for it’s lovely label.
In about five minutes I’ll be boarding a flight for lihue – Kauai, here I come. (posted via iPhone)
In about five minutes I’ll be boarding a flight for lihue – Kauai, here I come.
(posted via iPhone)
After a long wait and a lot of requests from customers, here’s a first look (in real life anyway) at the Deadringer jawless skull. I’ll take a better pic later, this is with phone-cam and none-too-stead mitts. Even so, the ring is a thing ‘o beauty, considerably smaller than the Classic, yet with a more […]
After a long wait and a lot of requests from customers, here’s a first look (in real life anyway) at the Deadringer jawless skull.
I’ll take a better pic later, this is with phone-cam and none-too-stead mitts. Even so, the ring is a thing ‘o beauty, considerably smaller than the Classic, yet with a more primal appearance.
I think it’s fabulous.
Mark, Steven, thank you. As usual, you guys are too kind.
Today – high: 84, low: 75 Tomorrow – high: 84, low: 75 …and so on… One week to go. Nevermind the showers. It always says that.
Today – high: 84, low: 75
Tomorrow – high: 84, low: 75
…and so on…
One week to go.
Nevermind the showers. It always says that.
Bill Walsh – Football’s greatest mind, and the man who trained the two greatest quarterbacks to ever play the game, is dead at the age of 76. If heaven has a football team, they’re switching to a new kind of offense. Walsh is one of my few real heros. Here’s to ya, Bill.
Bill Walsh – Football’s greatest mind, and the man who trained the two greatest quarterbacks to ever play the game, is dead at the age of 76.
If heaven has a football team, they’re switching to a new kind of offense.
Walsh is one of my few real heros. Here’s to ya, Bill.