Home for the parkless...

Home for the parkless


This past Sunday I was walking through Lydgate Park for some exercise and stretching.

While I was there I observed many local families with tents pitched, cheap $20 grills from Wal-Mart barbecuing their favorite grinds, drinking beer, wine and soft drinks, smoking ganja, hammock in the trees, using the public showers and restrooms, swimming, playing frisbee and just talkin’ story and relaxin’.

I find it ironic that these people who work all week, on the weekend flock to the park, leave their expensive homes to live the way the homeless live full time.

The reason people work is so during their time off they can live like the homeless. Maybe these people can surrender their homes to the needy on the weekends, since the people with money want to live like the homeless, why not let the homeless live like people with money.

Whichever G-d it be...

Whichever G-d it be

Religion is a system of faith and worship of a God or Gods.

Every religion believes there’s to be the one that is right and spiritually closest to G-d, whoever their God may be.

Christians have many denominations including non denominations, and every denomination  from 'Methodist,' 'Seven-day Adventist,' 'Mormon,' 'Baptist,' 'The Unitarian's,'  'Lutheran,' 'Assembly of Gods' and the 'Evangelistic' all believe their Christian beliefs are better and the only way.

The Jewish faith has 'Reform,' Conservative,' 'Re-constructive,' 'Orthodox,' 'Messianic' and 'Chassidic;' all of them believe they are more correct than the other.

Muslims have their beliefs and obviously they believe they are the one and only.

One does not need a building with four walls to go and worship. Money can buy a house of worship but not a relationship with the “divine” one.

Come judgment day I believe all of us are going to be in for a rude awakening when we approach our G-d and say, “Oh that’s what you meant L-rd.”



Note- (Many Jewish people do not spell out God, since God is so divine that spelling God is actually a sin, therefore it is spelled as G-d)

Feeling disordered...

Feeling disordered

Seems everyone on Kaua‘i wants to stop something, either vacation rentals, big boxes, traffic, the Superferry, the bike trail or resort development.

I wish to add weed-blowers to the list of antis. Although I never considered myself an anti, I have become anti-weed blower. In fact I believe I have developed PTWD … “Post traumatic weed-blower disorder.”

The sound is deafening, you cannot conduct a conversation in person or on the phone if there is a weed-blower within 100 feet of you. The exhaust is polluting and the people operating them are usually wearing earplugs of some sort, making everyone else suffer.

Who ever invented the weed blower surely enjoys seeing people’s nerves tried.

What is the purpose of the weed blower?

My neighborhood is in a weed-blower frenzy. One neighbor blows weeds into another neighbors yard and that neighbor blows the weeds and leaves back.

Eventually all the leaves and refuse return.

Weed blowers are the ultimate noise pollution, deafening to the point of no return. When a neighbor is weed-blowing something snaps, like the brain goes in all directions. Your eyes grow big, you start to shake, all you can do is patiently wait to discuss this with your therapist.

Whatever happened to the good old fashioned rake, broom and shovel? At least raking is quiet therapeutic, good exercise and you are disposing of the leaves not just blowing them to a new spot only to have them return again.

I urge the County Council to consider making a law banning weed blowers in residential neighborhoods. The county of Santa Barbara has banned weed-blowers from the many complaints over the years. Maybe Kaua‘i can follow in the footsteps of a well-managed city.

Hopefully I can make it through this post traumatic weed-blower disorder.

Do not pet my dog...

I bicycle everywhere with my miniature grehound mixed breed dog along side.

When I stop people feel inclined to pet and kiss my dog without permission. It seems everyone feels they can just pet or kiss my dog. My dog is a service dog and needs to know who it's master is. I am not a portable petting zoo.

Petting my dog without permission is like me groping another fellow man or woman without permission, or  touching someones baby without permission. What makes people think they can kiss and pet my dog without asking?

 If they ask to pet my dog I say no, because she is a "service dog and I am a germphoboc, I don't want someone who may have a cold, flu virus or smelly hands petting my dog, than I go home and pet her....

Service dogs are mostly associated with giving aid to blind people, but a service dog can also offer Psychiatric service. These dogs are classified PSD's."(Psychiatric Service Dogs) When you come across a service dog, please do not pet, call, talk, kiss or otherwise distract it as doing so could put the handlers life in danger.    http://neurotalk.psychcentral.com/showthread.php?t=7204

 Remember these are working animals, not pets and they are out with their handlers to help them, not to be a spectacle for the public, also it is rude to ask the disabled person what their disability is, as that is personal and confidential information.

The question I am most frequently asked is; Is it cruel to make dogs work for us? Absolutely not! Dogs have a natural inclination to work, therefore they prosper when they have a job. They would rather be doing something than just laying around an empty house all day. Service dogs thrive on helping their masters.

Remember to ask permission before petting any ones pet, and be respectful if someones four legged companion is a service animal...

http://neurotalk.psychcentral.com/showthread.php?t=7204

Kauai's best kept secret...

Many years ago when I first arrived on the cosmic  Garden Island of kauai, I would swim in the ocean everyday with my mask and snorkel.

The ocean is one of my passions but with chronic back pain, nerve damage, diabetes, and yada yada yada, swimming is the best therapy for my many medical problems.

 I quit swimming in the ocean on a daily basis since I was getting cut by coral quite a few times and developed cellulites, a skin disease, most people would not get, being diabetic I am more susceptible to infections. Plus I had a near drowning experience and have been gun shy of the ocean ever since.

Swimming releases serotonin in one's brain, you hear of runners and "the runner's high," in comparison, I get the swimmer's high. Many days I have a hard time pushing myself to swim, but the rewards afterwards are low glucose , lower blood pressure and more serotonin feel good chemical in my brain which acts as a natural anti-depressant.

I still have the highest respect for mother nature and the ocean but needed to find somewhere I could swim without the worries of being cut by  coral, being swept out to sea and possible shark bites.

A long time ago I walked over to Kapa'a pool and asked how much it cost for a membership to swim there? The lifeguard at the time told me, "brah, dis Kauai's best kept secret, It's free!" No ID required, no money required and some of the friendliest Aloha  spirited lifeguards I have met.

I would like to thank Keala, Jeremy, Brandon, Eric and Cheryl for my lifeline and a place to heal, "Kapa'a Pool," Kauai's best kept secret.      http://www.theoriginalkealakai.com/

I am taking my chances that someone may actually read this blog and no longer will Kapa'a pool be kept secret, oh well, I just can't keep my mouth shut.

Unsolved mystery -- where are the clocks?..

Unsolved mystery -- where are the clocks?

Honolulu Airport might have the most on-time flights of any airport, but try finding a clock anywhere on the wall. Lihue has a similar problem; they have a wall of clocks which represents times all over the world, but not one clock works. Lihue Airport is much smaller and friendlier, making it easier to ask a stranger for the time.

I was at Honolulu Airport a few hours early for a flight back to my home and favorite island of Kauai. My time was being spent on an Internet kiosk. I do not wear a watch and refuse to become part of the cell phone digital time mania that has taken over the world.

My flight was departing at 10:25 a.m. I needed to watch the time, and there were no clocks within distance so I took a stroll; still no clocks. This is an international airport, and finding a clock was an act of God. Finally I looked at a flight arrival board, and in the smallest numbers was the time.

Try finding a clock at any major shopping center, bar or restaurant anywhere in Hawaii. It's no wonder "Hawaii time" has become synonymous with arriving late. I understand aloha but still feel the need to look up and see the time.

I remember as a youth, clocks were everywhere, at the post office shopping malls and airports. Now in this fast-paced world of computers, cell phones, HDTV, iPods and jet travel, a clock is a commodity that is hard to find.

I miss the good old hanging clock with dings and dongs. What has gone wrong? Where has all the time gone?

All have life, love and spirit

All have life, love and spirit

“Haole,” as I was taught by a famous Hawaiian kumu, means without the breath of life and spirit.

The “ha” in “haole” is the same “ha” as in aloha, meaning the breath of life and spirit; aloha is the breath of life and love; “haole” is without the breath of life, love and spirit.

Calling a Caucasian person a haole is the equivalent of calling a black person the “N”-word.

Most times “haole” is used in a derogatory way, as in traffic, saying things as that “frickin haole” or in long lines at the supermarket or when a white skinned person asks any dumb question they are “haole.” In essence anyone could be a “haole” since “haole” does not mean white-skinned-person-from-the-Mainland, it means “without the breath of life, love and spirit.” Any person white, black, Japanese, Chinese, Filipino, Portuguese or even Hawaiian could be “haole” (without spirit).

Imus the radio talk show host was  fired from his syndicated radio talk show for making racist remarks about blacks. Michael Richards who played “Kramer” on “Seinfeld” made racist remarks about blacks with the use of the N-word. Richards was reprimanded, punished and formally apologized to the black community. Mel Gibson made racist remarks about the Jews and was made to apologize to the Jewish community.

Referring to somebody as a “haole” (without spirit), is the same as referring to them as a dumb frickin idiot. Any person who uses the word “haole” is a “haole.”

“Haole” is one word that should be deleted from the Hawaiian language