I thought you should just know. I actually did whip my hair back and forth in honor of this song tonight. Because I forgot that Will Smith's daughter sang it.
Good for her.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
viva miami
I hate to be a slave to the TV. If I'm bored and too lazy to find anything original to occupy my time I can generally find something inane on the screen to amuse me. At least for 30 minutes. I have a short attention span. Otherwise I prefer to use the DVR. I used to think that this was for people who like the television a bit too much, but now I realize that it really allows you to get to the point. There are shows I want to watch and I'm not wasting my time on the rest of the fluff. Also, I'm not letting my life revolve around a TV schedule. "Omg, no I can't go out to dinner on Thursday. I don't care if it is your birthday, the Office season premiere is on!" Rather, my shows can be watched whenever my schedule allows. Perfect. And I end up watching TV much less.
Also, I have Netflix. A much better deal than Blockbuster. I usually only let myself get hooked on one show at a time. Recommendations are taken seriously, but don't automatically qualify for immediate viewings. The more recommendations the better. And your past recommendations affect how seriously I take you. There's a waiting list. And anything that makes it to the final viewing is pretty much worth the wait. (In the past, these shows included Sex and the City, Grey's Anatomy, and Weeds. Weeds being the ultimate favorite. Grey's Anatomy had some hit and miss seasons. All in all, good shows. All viewed seasons after they debuted.) My newest venture is Dexter.
Almost finished with season one and I love it. No spoilers, but as usual, Showtime produces some creative and original shows with great writing, acting, and subtle humor. I'm hooked.
Next up I think is Modern Family. Any opinions?
Also, I have Netflix. A much better deal than Blockbuster. I usually only let myself get hooked on one show at a time. Recommendations are taken seriously, but don't automatically qualify for immediate viewings. The more recommendations the better. And your past recommendations affect how seriously I take you. There's a waiting list. And anything that makes it to the final viewing is pretty much worth the wait. (In the past, these shows included Sex and the City, Grey's Anatomy, and Weeds. Weeds being the ultimate favorite. Grey's Anatomy had some hit and miss seasons. All in all, good shows. All viewed seasons after they debuted.) My newest venture is Dexter.
Almost finished with season one and I love it. No spoilers, but as usual, Showtime produces some creative and original shows with great writing, acting, and subtle humor. I'm hooked.
Next up I think is Modern Family. Any opinions?
Thursday, February 3, 2011
complex complexion
Today marks the first time I've been able to visit the beach since my wintry vacation a whole month ago. And it was wonderful.
Obviously it sucks not making the most out of the advantages of living in Hawaii. I would be a total beach bum if I could. I would hike and see everything I could, taking plenty of memorable photos along the way. However, the Honda died shortly after moving to the Makiki apartment in August. Which pretty much blows. The safety check is long expired and the radiator won't allow us to make it any further than Foodland. Since then I've relied on my trusty bike, that is, until someone stole one of my bike pedals while it was chained up at Buca. Just one. Mind you, this bike pedal is not new or made of precious metal. It's boring and black and old. Sounds like the job of a crackhead to me. It's probably been incorporated into one of their crazy grocery carts, never to see the light of day again. This happened shortly before I left for vacation and I have yet to get it fixed. In the meantime, the daily walks have done me good. But getting to the beach is a bit more challenging. I live pretty deep in Makiki. And I'm picky about my beaches.
I had actually been putting off a beach trip due to a recent dermatology scare. Skin cancer is a bit genetic for me, plus I'm fairer than most in my family so add a little extra crispy to my fry. After I got the all clear last week I was ready to lotion up and get to the beach. Today Preciosa and I headed to Kaimanas with the boys.
Love this beach. Perfect for swimming. The parking sucks at times, but it's better than the rest of Waikiki. Plus you don't have to deal with the massive influx of tourists. Absolutely loved going to the beach with kids! It just gives you a new perspective. I remembered being their age and not wanting to get out of the water...ever. There was always something to do or a new game to be invented. Plus they're just cute and well-behaved boys. She offered to sell them to me.
After losing my sunscreen during the Goat Island incident last November, I had to borrow Preciosa's. Being a whitey is rough. I was especially diligent about sunscreen after my dermatologist's lecture, but I always miss some random area on my body. For most people, this is not a problem. For me, my skin decides to turn the color of a tomato after minimal exposure. And it's never the same place. So now half of my right thigh is bright red, because that is the one area that was not covered by our umbrella and received sunscreen too late.
You just can't win. I'm starting to think there's some validity in my dermatologist asking, "Just why did you move to Hawaii with your complexion?"
As if my complexion was something I could have left behind.
Obviously it sucks not making the most out of the advantages of living in Hawaii. I would be a total beach bum if I could. I would hike and see everything I could, taking plenty of memorable photos along the way. However, the Honda died shortly after moving to the Makiki apartment in August. Which pretty much blows. The safety check is long expired and the radiator won't allow us to make it any further than Foodland. Since then I've relied on my trusty bike, that is, until someone stole one of my bike pedals while it was chained up at Buca. Just one. Mind you, this bike pedal is not new or made of precious metal. It's boring and black and old. Sounds like the job of a crackhead to me. It's probably been incorporated into one of their crazy grocery carts, never to see the light of day again. This happened shortly before I left for vacation and I have yet to get it fixed. In the meantime, the daily walks have done me good. But getting to the beach is a bit more challenging. I live pretty deep in Makiki. And I'm picky about my beaches.
I had actually been putting off a beach trip due to a recent dermatology scare. Skin cancer is a bit genetic for me, plus I'm fairer than most in my family so add a little extra crispy to my fry. After I got the all clear last week I was ready to lotion up and get to the beach. Today Preciosa and I headed to Kaimanas with the boys.
Love this beach. Perfect for swimming. The parking sucks at times, but it's better than the rest of Waikiki. Plus you don't have to deal with the massive influx of tourists. Absolutely loved going to the beach with kids! It just gives you a new perspective. I remembered being their age and not wanting to get out of the water...ever. There was always something to do or a new game to be invented. Plus they're just cute and well-behaved boys. She offered to sell them to me.
After losing my sunscreen during the Goat Island incident last November, I had to borrow Preciosa's. Being a whitey is rough. I was especially diligent about sunscreen after my dermatologist's lecture, but I always miss some random area on my body. For most people, this is not a problem. For me, my skin decides to turn the color of a tomato after minimal exposure. And it's never the same place. So now half of my right thigh is bright red, because that is the one area that was not covered by our umbrella and received sunscreen too late.
You just can't win. I'm starting to think there's some validity in my dermatologist asking, "Just why did you move to Hawaii with your complexion?"
As if my complexion was something I could have left behind.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
feels like forever
I moved to Hawaii three years ago today. That's all. I don't know if it's merely a fact or something to really dwell on, but there it is...
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
snownami 2011
Totally jealous of ThunderSnow 2011!! Extreme weather in any way, shape, or form excites me. I've wanted to be a tornado chaser since high school, although I'm almost certain I would die. I miss me a good old-fashioned thunderstorm, so the broadcast of a huge thundersnow??? I've been making everyone text me live pictures. It probably won't live up to expectations, as weather forecasts never do, but I'm guessing 10 inches to a foot.
And yet, why is the midwest acting like it's another y2k? All the grocery stores are running out of the necessities: milk, bread, eggs, , banana, oj, etc... It's not a month long storm people! School will be canceled, roads will suck, maybe some minor power outages, but you live in Michigan! We're supposed to handle this shit with a cocky dismissal and four wheel drive. Get a grip.
And yet, why is the midwest acting like it's another y2k? All the grocery stores are running out of the necessities: milk, bread, eggs, , banana, oj, etc... It's not a month long storm people! School will be canceled, roads will suck, maybe some minor power outages, but you live in Michigan! We're supposed to handle this shit with a cocky dismissal and four wheel drive. Get a grip.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
okole is hawaiian for butt
Because if I were going to start my own business the first concept that would come to my mind would be bidets!
It's just too funny and it's always parked on my street. Mr. Bidet apparently lives in an apartment right by me. Hell, he could be my next door neighbor that owns two chihuahuas and smokes a lot of weed.
But I don't think he is...
It's just too funny and it's always parked on my street. Mr. Bidet apparently lives in an apartment right by me. Hell, he could be my next door neighbor that owns two chihuahuas and smokes a lot of weed.
But I don't think he is...
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
there's no place like home
I visited home for Christmas. My first time back since moving three years ago. Notice how I refer to Michigan as home. That's no slip of the tongue. Not to do Hawaii an injustice, but I've always felt tentative here and I've finally realized that's no way to live life. It's not really something that's going to change either. Hell, I still live partially out of my suitcase. I hold off on buying expensive bulky items (furniture, car, etc...) because of the unspoken knowledge that I'll just have to sell it or ship it when I get fed up and move back. The future constantly consumes me as I get older and what I see of my life here, I don't like.
For two weeks I was again immersed in my own world, feeling as though the last three years on this rock have been some sort of alternate reality. Not dreamlike, but just like I pushed pause on my Michigan life to go live another one, only to return and hit play. And when I did, I felt as if I found the me that got left behind three years ago. To avoid cheesy cliches I won't say I found myself, but there is an assured confidence and comfort that comes along with being surrounded by your own history. I've certainly been no wallflower here in Hawaii, but the majority of the time I present the generic version of myself for others. Edit the quirks, check the opinions, make sure conversation is relevant. Back home, I have the balls to throw myself out there, judgment be damned.
As my flight approached the city lights of Honolulu earlier this month, I realized the dread I felt in line at security in Detroit's airport was not merely due to a reluctance to say goodbye to my parents...again. It was a distinct dread of returning back to my life here. And it's only getting worse. There is something life-affirming in a realization so strong. I pity those who complacently go through life. Knowing what I need and want to do is comforting and gives purpose, even if making it happen won't be easy. It may suck but at least I'm not lost.
For two weeks I was again immersed in my own world, feeling as though the last three years on this rock have been some sort of alternate reality. Not dreamlike, but just like I pushed pause on my Michigan life to go live another one, only to return and hit play. And when I did, I felt as if I found the me that got left behind three years ago. To avoid cheesy cliches I won't say I found myself, but there is an assured confidence and comfort that comes along with being surrounded by your own history. I've certainly been no wallflower here in Hawaii, but the majority of the time I present the generic version of myself for others. Edit the quirks, check the opinions, make sure conversation is relevant. Back home, I have the balls to throw myself out there, judgment be damned.
As my flight approached the city lights of Honolulu earlier this month, I realized the dread I felt in line at security in Detroit's airport was not merely due to a reluctance to say goodbye to my parents...again. It was a distinct dread of returning back to my life here. And it's only getting worse. There is something life-affirming in a realization so strong. I pity those who complacently go through life. Knowing what I need and want to do is comforting and gives purpose, even if making it happen won't be easy. It may suck but at least I'm not lost.
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