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Last night I worked a video gig at a country club in shorts and flip flops... my evil plan to take over the world slowly taking fruition. It was a Filipino party so at the end the hostess with the mostest fixed us "food to go." I'd forgotten this world of dancing electric slide in high heels, but this was even more exotic. Along with the break dancing there were performers of hula and tahitian dance; Hawai'ian style baby.
This morning I got up - put on my swim suit and what I was wearing for da beach and went to an interview (definition: A formal meeting, in person, for the assessment of a candidate or applicant) it was phenomenal, we soundboarded ideas and came to mutually beneficial arrangements while eating acai, wearing flowers in our hair. I tried the alternative, walking from hotel to hotel in a hot and stuffy suit, pearls - check, resume - check, black 2 inch heels to pound the pavement - check. By the second block I was percolating harder than my coffee maker. This was different... at the end we bid each other Aloha and sealed it with a hug, as I walked away I smiled, "Off to my board meeting... with my surfboard of course!"
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I've found that when I drink coffee with half and half I enjoy the ideas/thoughts/musings that cross the folds of my mind so much more than when I use skim. Sometimes your brain just needs the fat. It's the same with sugar; in the past I had been artificially sweetening my existence when BROWN SUGAR was regularly available and running at the gym when mountain trails called my name. Now I pour the half and half liberally, sweeten my cup with brown sugar or Big Island lehua honey and let the trails of the mountain work on my hermit crab outer shell. It's moments like these when I realize I got the "Lola Popping" gene. Lola Popping is my great grandmother, soon to be turning 100, still waking every day to a walk, picking flowers from friend's yards she yet to meet, and when scolded sweetly says, "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself, they're just so beautiful!".
Her life reminds me of a passage I read in King Kalakaua's The Legends and Myths of Hawai'i:
His joys & griefs are centered in the present, and he broods but little over the past and borrows no trouble from the future.I'd like to share that gene with you and gently suggest: Do what you wanna do, say what you wanna say, feel how you wanna feel! Just keep it honest and it'll keep you in sync with you.
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Joking around I told someone - "You can't give yourself that title unless you can deliver." I'll leave off the subject to ignite your enthusiasm.
Banter ensued and it got me thinking, I sit around all day defining things and entitling things. Allow me to paraphrase the phone call:
"You're very dangerous," he noticed in passing. "Shoots!" I said and he went on to explain, "Most people don't write down stuff so they don't get a clear vision of how things really are. They go through life just assuming stuff that other people tell them. You - You write things down... like goals and that is kinda like the law of attraction. I like it because you live more like "geisha, a life" than "memoirs of a geisha." (blogger's note: If you haven't read the former, get thee to a library!) I notice because I don't know what it means to write stuff. I never used a notebook in school."
"Must be nice to have a photographic memory," I interject jealously, "I'd forget my name if people didn't keep calling me by it."
"No but seriously, knowing that you write stuff... a blog.. a book, makes me think about what I say to you - makes me articulate and edit."
"That doesn't sound good. I enjoy our conversations because of the verbal diarrhea." I grin vixenly. "What? I never said my middle name was propriety."
"I don't mean it like that." I hear his eyes roll. "What I mean is, you make me be honest... to think about and define things for myself as I share them with you."
"Oh, word up Homeslice." I finish lamely, inwardly beaming.
So I leave you with this thought. Keep a journal, you don't have to write in it everyday.. but when you find a particularly cool flower, whether it be real or imagined, pen it in your pages. ;)
My journal, it says:
I hear and I forget. (like when i talk to myself in my head)
I see and I remember. (like those leftovers in the fridge)
I do and I understand. (like how my cousin's gonna "I do" in about a month.)
Ziggy Marley John Hancock'd:
"Love Power," I hope Confucius doesn't mind.
The kanji symbol is water. How charming. I didn't know this when I bought it - my crazy sexy cool neighbor translated it for me (Thanks Natsuko - her name means summer, too!). It has nothing to do with the saying but made me smile. Come back tomorrow and I'll tell you why.
bvw.
bvw.
p.s. - like food? http://elchawaii.blogspot.com/
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