"Premature Decorations..." 'James "Kimo" Rosen'

Wow, these oranges are great, and they don't even say
Sunkist on them... Christmas comes earlier each year... Enjoy!

Premature Decorations

The one thing that always  flabbergasts me is all the Christmas decorations and gifts being displayed for purchase in September. Right after Labor day, my favorite store--Costco and many  others-- go into Christmas mode. Call it commercialism, call it capitalism. I like to call it "Premature Decorations," a  condition consisting of  visions of green paper money along with plastic debit and credit cards "dancing in our head...".

Christmas is definitely coming  earlier and earlier each year. This really is not a bad thing, since it would be wonderful if people were as generous for longer intervals than just one day a year.

Black Friday is routinely the busiest retail shopping day of the year. Black Friday originated in Philadelphia back around 1975, which originally was used to describe the traffic mayhem that occurred the day after Thanksgiving. Black Friday actually indicates the point at which retailers begin to turn a profit, hence the term “in the black...”

Black is also the color of authority and power. It is popular in fashion because it makes people look thinner. Priests wear black to signify submission to God. Black can also indicate evil, so look out all you Black Friday shoppers.

I would like to propose the following colors to represent the remaining days of  the week--every week for a full year commencing with Black Friday. 

White Saturday. Brides wear white. White goes with everything and don’t forget that doctors, and other medical professionals, along with chefs, wear white. White Saturday would be the day you go to your psychiatrist wondering why you ate so much on Thursday and spent your life savings on Black Friday. A day so designated to seeing medical professionals wearing white.

Red Sunday. Red is the color of love. Red is also the most emotional color, it stimulates a faster heartbeat. Red clothing makes one look heavier, red stands out, and is noticed. That’s why many fire engines are painted red. Red attracts attention. 

Blue Monday. Blue is the color of the sky and ocean. Blue is tranquil, causing the body to produce calming chemicals. They say to wear blue to a job interview, since blue symbolizes loyalty.  Blue Monday is said to defer one from having the blues which is why everyone shops the Internet on this day--hence Cyber Monday.

Green Tuesday. Green symbolizes nature, and is the most popular decorating color. Green is also the color of money, and without  money  premature decorations would be at a loss. The word is to spend your green.

Finally, we have Yellow Wednesday. People loose their tempers more often in yellow rooms, and babies cry more when left in yellow rooms. Yellow is also an attention-getter.  Yellow Wednesday would be the day that stores try to get our attention once again with big yellow signs that read, ‘Suckers!’

 We may all go bankrupt if Christmas keeps this pace .We would not only say, "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year," but  "Merry Christmas and Happy Presidents day," Merry Christmas and Happy Independence day," Merry Christmas and Happy Halloween."  You get the drift.


I'm dreaming of a  white Christmas  may soon become "I'm dreaming of Christmas everyday," even on my favorite Jewish holidays. With that said, "Merry Christmas and Happy Passover to one and all.

May everyone enjoy the season of premature decorations, not be confused with a similar sounding medical condition. Shalom.

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"TRUTH AND LOVE..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic garden island

of Kaua'i over 30 years. She is an animal lover, people lover and lover of life.

Today Bettejo blogs the  true meaning of LOVE...Enjoy!

You can order a copy of her Novella "The Scam "below.www.bettejodux.com

TRUTH AND LOVE

  Seems like everybody’s talking and truth and love these days. They’re good things to talk about. Very important dimensions of the human condition. I think they go together.

     To love something is such a delightful quality, it’s too bad we can’t go to the store and buy it. And, there’s the rub, so many folks today think that’s what you do. Love comes right along with that orange cashmere cardigan. Know what? It doesn’t.

     There’s a mix up here. Buying stuff doesn’t buy love. Fact is, love can’t be bought. It must be given. And you have to have it before you can give. And the more you give, the more you have.

     We’re not talking about romance, love for your kids or your husband or your family.  Once again there’s a mix up. Of course it’s great to have a loving family, a loving husband, loving kids. One can hope loving comes along with the package but it still isn’t love.

     Love is a feeling. It comes from the heart, not the head, and it can be focused on anything. It’s warm and tingly. It has a human scent that has nothing to do with Shalimar. It has a voice that has nothing to do with singing. It is the music of the spheres that makes you dance on point inside. It’s the taste of maple syrup on your tongue. You can see it in the eyes of those who have it. Little kids and animals, too, recognize it and respond. With love.

     Animals-all animals-and little kids sense it immediately. And they send it back. In myths and legends, according to folklore, what you ‘send out’ comes back times three. So love the world around you and it will love you back.

     Mind you, I’m not talking about insipidity. Love won’t turn you into a little goody two shoes. As a matter of fact it may send you in the opposite direction. There’s something very loving about speaking the truth, even if it makes others angry. That’s how they rid themselves of their anger and rage. It’s how the truth, in them, comes out. How the truth in what they are, shows itself.

     Truth and love walk hand in hand.

     Therefor it’s why it’s hated so deeply by those who do not have it. Cannot feel it. Taste it. Breathe it. See it. Hear it.

      I think, with almost all animals, it’s a given. Maybe with little kids, too. But for some, little kids and animals, it’s deliberately murdered in cold blood. Destroyed. Never to be seen or heard or felt or tasted or breathed in like the scent of spring.

     One of my favorite things to love is a tree. Do you know they defy the law of gravity? They grow towards the sky-upward- not toward the earth-downward.

       The secret, I think: find something you can love. Unconditionally. Something in plain sight. Always. Go and share. Everyday. It’ll come back times three.

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"Breaking bad and writing bad,it's all good..." 'James "Kimo" Rosen'

James "Kimo" Rosen  is a retired professional photographer living in Kapa'a with his best friend Obama Da Dog, Rosen also blogs as a hobby...

This blog  also debuted today (09-23-13) as my new column for the worlds greatest

newspaper, "The Kaua'i Garden Island News!"

http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/breaking-bad-and-writing-bad-it-s-all-good/article_70752efc-2409-11e3-a7a8-001a4bcf887a.html

Breaking bad and writing bad,it's all good     

There is  a drama series on cable tv called  "Breaking  Bad."  This series is about a high school chemistry teacher who is diagnosed with terminal stage 4 lung cancer.  To pay for all of his medical expenses--and secure his family's financial future before he dies--this high school chemistry teacher decides to start cooking Meth with a former student who he once  failed. I have watched all  5 seasons in 10 nights--live streaming, via Netflix. I am now current with only one remaining episode , next Sunday. The series grand finale! 
https://www.facebook.com/BreakingBad?fref=ts

http://www.amctv.com/shows/breaking-bad

The show is as addicting  as meth itself--not that I've ever done meth--and is considered one of the greatest TV dramas of all time along side the Sopranos. 

The term 'breaking bad' is a southern colloquialism which means when someone who has taken a turn off the path of the "straight and narrow," when they've gone wrong. "Breaking bad" can imply loosing the path for that day or a lifetime.  The slang, also, applies when kids want to have fun; they say, "Let's break bad."

Everyone needs to break bad--especially on the quiet serene cosmic Island of Kaua'i--and to help one  feel vibrant and alive. Living in Kapa'a town--where people know things about you before you do, is the ideal place to not only break bad, but talk bad, and write bad. 

You don't actually have to break the law to break bad, you just need to break out of your straight and narrow. Breaking bad can be as simple as speeding in your car, enjoying it, and not getting a ticket. It could be finding a suitcase with $50,000 cash--not turning it over to the police, but keeping it  for yourself after making attempts to find the owner, but just can't.   Breaking bad makes one feel alive. Everyone has broken bad at one time or another, and anyone denying it is plain and simply lying.

There is also breaking bad news--when you have to tell someone that a friend or relative passed away. Breaking bad news is never fun; however, breaking bad can create excitement, and make life overflow to capacity. After-all every girl has a secret liking for the bad boy.

Writing bad sounds like something a writer does not  want his name associated with; however, if you apply the same principle of breaking bad to writing bad, you may just come alive with a story idea or column that makes you feel vibrant, that makes you feel accomplished--because you do not follow any rule, you wrote bad.

Writing bad  is something I never liked associated with my name. However, after breaking bad, I now feel confident and delighted in writing bad.

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"SUPERSTITIONS..." Judith Whitehead' ( Inspiration Sunday)

Judith Whitehead lives in Amherst N.Y. and has worked in the
medical field of ophthalmology for over 30 years.
Today she blogs about counting your lucky stars, or maybe no  so lucky...
Enjoy!
Judith and  husband Steve on a recent trip to the Big Apple.

SUPERSTITIONS

Do I believe in superstitions; most of my life I have had fun with superstitions…finding lucky pennies, pouring salt over my left shoulder if I spill it,  most superstitions come from happenstance from experiences that happened many years ago and just have stuck with us.  

I was always skeptical of Friday the 13th and felt it's probably just another day of the month…until this month when my husband came home from work and shared with me that he  had his department downsized to include him as a casualty  of that.  

I will now look on the 13th of the month if it lands on a Friday with more fear than  prior years and hope I can find enough lucky pennies to reverse the cloud that this year’s luck has fallen on us.  

I know people bring and make their own luck; it’s just a real coincidence this year…..

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"Fund raiser to thank president L.Putin..."" GOLF SIGN ..." 'Chester "Unc" Lau' (Source)

Dakinetalks favorite Uncle (Chester Lau)

Unc talks About Obama, Putin and Syria along with  the subliminal meaning of a sign at the Golf course.

"Unc" is a retired cinematographer currently living 

on the Hawai'ian Island of Oahu & giving the politicians a bad time...

Unc 's view on Syria,"Fund raiser to thank president L.Putin for saving Obama's presidency on Syria‏"

Shalom Rabbi Kimo and all who read this most excellent 10 star blog,

We need a fund raiser to thank president L.Putin of Russia for 
saving OBama's presidency on Syria.

I propose that all patriotic Americans can breath a sign of relief & donate three cents a week to THE 3 CENTS A WEEK GANG to send month old kimchees weekly to thank president L.Putin of Russia for saving the Obama presidency .Da 3 cent donation be divided by 3 entities,1 cent to buy the kimchee for Putin,1 cent each to Obama da Dog & Unc 
C for service charge to send weekly delicacies to pres.Putin for Peace 
mongering on Syria,unusual for war drum beaters,but US tax payers &our tired military appreciate that,Iraq & Afghan wars are still bleeding the US tax payers & our tired military !!!

Unc
P.S.  Kimchee explained;

Kimchee explained :  Kimchees are a North & South Korean delicacy consisted of  a white cabbage soaked in Garlic,salt & water and let it ferment until the smell can over come an one ton nuclear bomb.the longer one ages them the stronger the smell,similar to Limburger cheese but much stronger. It's a national treasure Koreans kept in large urns out doors in every home ,must be out door for obvious reason except in North Korea,their urns are empty.

P.S.S.
GOLF SIGN ..
This is an actual sign posted at a golf club in Scotland
  
1. BACK STRAIGHT, KNEES BENT, FEET SHOULDER WIDTH APART. 
2. FORM A LOOSE GRIP. 
3. KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN! 
4, STAY OUT OF THE WATER. 
5. TRY NOT TO HIT ANYONE. 
6. IF YOU ARE TAKING TOO LONG, LET OTHERS GO AHEAD OF YOU. 
7. DON'T STAND DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF OTHERS. 
8. QUIET PLEASE...WHILE OTHERS ARE PREPARING. 
9. DON'T TAKE EXTRA STROKES. 
10. WELL DONE.. NOW, FLUSH THE URINAL, GO OUTSIDE,
AND TEE OFF.


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"Ed and Norma..." 'Marvin Gross' (Source)

Marvin Gross is a Financial consultant currently residing in Western N.Y.
Today Marvin shares a story about an  Ed & Norma , an elderly couple wanting to take a helicopter ride
for one of the things left  on their bucket list...enjoy!

Ed  and Norma

Ed  and his wife Norma go to the state fair every year,  

And every year Ed would say,  

" Norma, I'd like to ride in  that helicopter "

Norma always  replied, "I know Ed, 

but that  helicopter ride is fifty bucks,  

And fifty bucks is fifty  bucks!"

One year Ed and Norma  went to  
 the  fair, and Ed said, 

"Norma,  I'm 75 years old. 

If I don't  ride that helicopter, I might never get  

  another  chance"

To this, Norma replied,  

" Ed, that helicopter ride is  fifty bucks,  
  
  and  fifty bucks is fifty bucks"  

The  pilot overheard the couple and said,  

" Folks I'll make you a deal.  I'll take the both of 

   you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire  ride and 

  don't say a  word I won't charge you a penny!  

But if you say one word its  fifty dollars." 



Ed  and Norma agreed and up they went.  

The  pilot did all kinds of fancy  

maneuvers, but not a word was  heard. 

He did his daredevil  tricks over and over again, 

But  still not a word... 

When they  landed, the pilot turned to Ed and  

said, "By golly, I did  everything I could to get you 

  to yell out, but you  didn't. I'm impressed! "

Ed  replied, 


"  Well, to tell you the truth I almost said something  when Norma fell out, 

But you  know, Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!  "  

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"ME AND MY CHEF’S HAT" 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic garden island
of Kaua'i over 30 years. She is an animal lover, people lover and lover of life.

Today Bettejo blogs the joy of  you know what, cooking...Enjoy!

Bettejo Dux,( pronounced Dukes) proudly stands in front of  the   portrait art reflecting herself  at Kuku'i Grove center by  Kaua'i Professional photographer Carol Ann Davis. Carol Ann recently received the "Life Time Achievement in the Arts" award from the community for her work and artistic achievements in fine arts. 

You can order a copy of Bettejo's Novella "The Scam "below.www.bettejodux.com

ME AND MY CHEF’S HAT

I think there must be magic in the white chef’s hat I wear. Eleven inches high and kind of floppy it’s sit atop my platinum mop-darned if I’m going to call it grey and I think my hair’s  cuter when it’s moppish-and sends signals to that part of my aging brain that is vigorously learning to cook.

I’ve also learned it perks my mind when I’m doing my daily Sudoku. Okay, this is a digression, and I know it looks kind of silly, and I’m sure any doctor would consider senility but I’d flog him with my shillelagh and remind him my chef’s hat and I just did a ****.

So there.

But back to the Vitamix. Three switches-whirr, whizz, zing-and a whole bunch of ice cubes. Well I just learned how good water is for you and ice is frozen water is it not? That works. And if I did a little Irish jig as my darling machine does it job, I get exercise, too. Still do yoga but it’s not healthy to stand on your head on a cold tile kitchen floor and impossible to do with a chef’s hat perilously perching.

Bet you've guessed already this is not to be a soup day.

But it’s like soup. It’s just cold and filled to over brimming with fruit and yogurt and orange juice and, of course the magic ingredients, Brewer’s Yeast and Wheat Germ.

Another more lengthy digression you can’t beat with a shillelagh or smarten up with a chef’s hat. Why my obsession with? Well Brewer’s Yeast is a natural food supplement. Rich with minerals-specially chromium-essential trace minerals, selenium, protein and the B-complex vitamins. Don’t confuse it with baker’s yeast. Sometimes it takes awhile to get used to, it’s kind of an acquired taste, but you can speed up the process by adding more honey. You can never over dose. Everything is water-soluble and really works like magic during stressful times and sometimes it seems everything today is stressful, everybody keeps changing the rules.

Wheat Germ? It’s a natural weight-loss food. ‘Nuff said.

So we’re talking smoothies here. On a hot day? Whew and wow and whoopee.

One, two three. Go. Gather some stuff. Bananas, mangoes, papayas, orange juice, honey, a little olive oil, don’t forget the Wheat Germ and Brewer’s yeast and the ice cubes. Get creative. Remember color. You can make green ones and pink ones and orange ones. Toss in the Vita dear-I’ve got give her a name-and whir, whiz, zing-pour . Drink. Or slurp straight from the container. Bad. Bad. Bad. What did Colette say? “Do foolish things with great enthusiasm.”

Know what? Even my grown up puppy loves it. And if you want to get really fancy you can make Margaritas, daiquiris, and whiskey sours. Rum and mango daiquiris have a precious aroma.

Yeah, well sometimes my Irish jig gets too exuberant , my shillelagh holds me up, and my chef’s hat falls off.

I’ve named her Colette. I’ll bet she’d like that.

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