"Tsunami watch, next time let me sleep..."

The news media is so competitive these days, every network with it's own local news, plus all the different cable news stations form MSNBC on the left, to Fox on the right and CNN in between.

There was an earthquake in Chile, on friday 02-26-10, Hawaii was told there is a chance a Tsunami tidal wave may arrive within 14 hours..

Nobody slept, the media was in a frenzy for all the young whipper snapper news-anchors to become famous, nobody wanted to admit that since the sea's were calm, the chances of a tidal wave were very minute, instead they made it sound like Revelations and the end of times.

Friends calling at 2:00 am, neighbors knocking on doors at 4:00, AM , "get out there's a tsunami coming," and cops evacuating sea level homes to higher grounds.

All the evacuee's, decided to come to where I live as a safe place to hide out, since I have an ocean view upon a hill overlooking the ocean, over 300 cars were literally parked in my back yard, it looked like a tailgate party, people setting up tents and partying with pizza, beer, poke and many other local grindz in hopes of viewing a mass destructive tidal wave as cheap entertainment  during this recession.

Finally at 11;00 AM the ETA for the tidal wave, the news anchors start saying that maybe the tidal wave is behind schedule and this could take another couple days, stay tuned to this station and it's sponsors for more details....chi ching chi ching...

Finally our Mayor Bernard Carvalho around 2:15 PM decided to lift the tidal wave watch to the dismay of every news anchor person in the state of Hawaii.

I can't knock it, it was a good dress rehearsal, a fire-drill so to speak,for the future which is bound to carry some more disasters.

The Tsunami watch is over, It was media overkill but still got the adrenaline going in this old fart and at least most everyone got to talk story with their neighbors.

Please let me sleep next time a tsunami comes our way.

a place where everyday is the sabbath...

Noise is everywhere. One notices it more after one has lived away from the sounds of cities and neighborhoods.

Recently I have returned to civilazion after 5 years of living alernatively and have found many "noisy inconvenient truths" It is hard to concentrate, I now have a nice  apartment close to town and the beach.

Don't get me wrong,I am blessed to have a roof over my head, however.... The noise of neighbors playing music, the noise of Lawnmowers, weedwackers, leafblowers, cars, trucks, motorcycles, boats, constructiin machines doors opening and closing, plus the  apartmment  uniits are so close I can hear the sound of my neighbors urinating in their toilet. When they sneeze I say, God Bless you.

I used to take a quiet refuge on the Bus, now everyone has a cell phone with a different ringer. One guy actually had a ringer with the sound of a siren and the bus driver pulled off the road. The ringers are one thing, then on any given bus on any given day you have three people screaming into their cell phones so everyone cannot help but hear about their pathetic lifes.

 The ideal community would be no cars, or cell phones. The grocery store and entertainment is never more than a 60 minute walk or 30 minute bike ride. Clohing would be optional, and everyone would mow their lawns with an old fashioned push mower with a bag to collect the grass, no electric or gas operated garden tools of any kind.

Everyone would volunteer to wear headphones when watching tv or listening to music. No bottled watered which only fills the landfills with plastic bottles. Tap water has been proven more healthy, there are more anti-bodies in tap water which helps build our immune system. No paper plates, and conservation of paper and plastic whenever possible.

 Fruit trees, vegatable gardens, fish from the sea and quiet, a place where everyday is the sabbath... Anyone interested?

Home’s where you’re happy...

Home’s where you’re happy

Recently many articles have been written about the homeless coming to Hawaii with one way tickets issued by the California department of human services.

I lived outdoors many years  squatting in a tent at many different sacred places on Kaua‘i. I did not consider myself homeless because I did not have four walls and a roof over and around me. I was happier living outdoors in the peace and quiet than around roommates, noisy neighbors and society as a whole.

Living on Kaua‘i one must be rich or live alternatively to survive. Those in between are the ones we should worry about, not the people without houses.

Many people who have multi-million-dollar homes are homeless. Home is where you are happy and feel at peace with the divine one. Many people live in mansions and have anxieties and stresses that are horrid to live with.

People living outdoors experience a freeness that you can only experience by living the lifestyle.

To sum things up, one does not need to be without a house to be homeless. Many people without houses have homes in the spirit of the ‘aina and the Lord.

Many of the great sages and prophets that we worship were without houses, but definitely not homeless.

The old expression, “Home is where the heart is,” is as true today as ever.

Next time you speak of the homeless, look within

Scammers make big bucks on safety checks

Scammers make big bucks on safety checks...


There is a major problem in Hawaii concerning safety checks on motor vehicles.

I cannot mention names, but have witnessed on many occasions motor vehicles getting through safety inspections that shouldn't.

Everyone seems to know a mechanic who will pass their vehicle if a speedometer cable doesn't work, if the muffler is loud or even if the high beams don't work. I know someone whose mechanic delivers to their home the safety inspection sticker without ever checking the car.

Mechanics are endangering our lives by trying to give friends a break. Who knows how many accidents could be prevented if there were stricter laws on issuing safety inspection stickers?

The whole safety inspection deal is just another scam for the almighty buck

Oh, to be a pet...

Oh, to be a pet


People’s animals are their best friends, their confidantes, their loves.

Housesitting is where you go into someone’s home, use their bedroom, restroom, eat their food, use their entertainment center, watch their DVDs, relax in their hot tubs, swim in their pools, use their computers and phones, drive their cars. Most importantly, a housesitter becomes a friend to their pets, feeds them, waters their plants, checks their mail, etc. Basically you transform into the person you are housesitting for.

It is fun watching some homes, and not so fun watching others.

I enjoy housesitting since it is always a welcome break from my reality — survivor style lifestyle.

A reality has hit me smack in the middle of my brain. These animals are living a better life than me.

I serve one cat mahi mahi and sweet potato twice a day, comb the cat and talk baby talk to it constantly. Another dog eats rotisserie huli huli chicken from Foodland and brown rice (I am always sneaking pieces of that dog’s food). And then there are the hippie vegetarian dogs and cats that have their organic mix of rice, potatoes, celery and carrots.

Then there is the pet pig that I am always cleaning its drool from the floor,  I clean up after they go number two and  always keep them clean and well groomed.

Many of these pets have their own rooms, or sleep in the owners’ beds in these mansions.

I am beginning to realize these pets live a better life than most of us.

The question is where do I sign up to be someone’s pet?

Don't wait for eulogy; say something nice now...

When someone dies you never hear about what a dimwit or moron that person was. All you hear from friends and foes is what a wonderful person they were.

It's ironic when a politician passes away, their opponents who said terrible things about them during the primaries and general elections now have nothing but praise for a person they publicly despised. Nobody wants to talk dirt on the deceased, even if the diseased was a villainous creature.

I guess when it comes to death we are all politicians (hypocrites), flip-flopping left to right speaking angelic things about anyone who departs this earth.

We do not have to be dead to be praised. Instead of waiting for someone to kick the bucket to say nice things, why not make a practice to say good things for those still cruising around on this glorious planet Earth.

Sometime a banana is just a banana...

Everyone is offended by something,and there is something to offend everyone. There are so many sensitive people that make it a crime to call a spade a spade.

Sara Palin complained when a popular cartoon did a sketch on a mentally retarded down syndrome person, when Rush Limbaugh did the same, she said it was satire.

We now call a janitor a custodial engineer, a gardener is now a landscape artist, a waitress or waiter is now a server,a stewardess is now a flight attendant,sales people are called account executives, a cleaning lady is now a helper and a retarded person is now mentally challenged

It's gotten to the point where we can't even say the word 'retard' anymore, now that's retarded...

Everyone wants to be politically correct, however sometimes a banana is just a banana.