"All Marriage Should Be Gay..." '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 appeared in the 02-24-14 edition of the Kaua'i garden Island news;
If you like this blog please go to the link below and click on recommend.
http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/guest/all-marriage-should-be-gay/article_6d187474-9d0a-11e3-9d2f-0019bb2963f4.html

All Marriage Should Be Gay

One of my favorite TV shows is "Wheel of Fortune," I guess every person over 55 including myself loves 'Wheel of Fortune!?'

After the first round puzzle Pat Sajak introduces the players and they all say something about themselves. Usually something like I've been married for 10 years to my beautiful and awesome wife, who is also my best friend.  They always say positive things.  They say  gay (happy) stuff about spouses. They never say realities like," I've been married to my husband for 10 years and he cheats on me constantly and is abusing alcohol."

Why are the gays so excited  with the passage of the recent same sex marriage bill? With marriage comes divorce  more than 50 percent of the time. There are nasty custody battles when keiki and pets are involved.  Are they ready to be taken to the cleaners for infidelities, and are they ready for the heartbreak of a former spouse re-marrying another partner? 

The traditional definition of "gay" according to my  oxford, dictionary thesaurus  is  light hearted, brightly coloured and  extremely happy. Therefore gay marriage is really just marriage.

The dilemma with 'gay' marriage is many take it wrong, since  all marriages should be gay,(happy) just as all divorces are either nasty, depressing , costly, or all of the above. Do you think  when a homosexual couple gets divorced they will seek a gay divorce? Probably not, since divorce is not a happy (gay) thing

Everything seems centered around the gays. It has become highly accepted and seems the new cool is to be gay.

Every evening newscast usually has something about gay marriage, civil unions or a new professional sports figure coming out of the closet. A recent headline  concerning the winter Olympics read,"
Winter Olympics off to colourful start as countries show they're not Putin up with anti-gay laws."
http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/world-news/winter-olympics-colourful-start-countries-3123337

The recent  February 17th edition of Sports Illustrated featured on the cover Missouri state defensive lineman Michael Sam. Sam was  named a first-team All-American of the 2013 season and has publicly come out as gay. The college football star is eligible for the 2014 NFL Draft and is said to become the first active openly gay player in NFL  history. Players are being interviewed about it and the general consensus seems to bare that nobody really seems to care about his personal life. They are however concerned if he can play football, and from all indications he can.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/02/09/michael-sam-gay-missouri-nfl_n_4757221.html

...And last year  Sports Illustrated magazine featured Jason Collins, a gay NBA basketball player. The story had nothing to do with any sports achievement but just the fact he was a gay and came out of the closet.
It has become politically correct to accept gay anything and everything.  Nowadays It seems every sit-com, reality show feature movie and even the Olympics take into account the gay lifestyle. 

I am opposed to same sex marriage, not for the same reasons as religious fundamentalists, but because I am against marriage in general. The hippie movement of the 1960's had it right with living together.  If you really love someone you don't need a license warranted by some politician,lawyer or religious leader,for obvious reasons.

It's gotten to be that one feels left out if your not  a homosexual or lesbian, or should I say gay? Not  that there's anything wrong with that.

Epilogue; (added for blog,not in newspaper column)
The only problem I foresee is showering after practice and games. It would be like a straight guy getting to shower with 52 naked woman...

http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/guest/all-marriage-should-be-gay/article_6d187474-9d0a-11e3-9d2f-0019bb2963f4.html

P.S. A beautiful YouTube video, "Cows jump for joy!" Its worth the watch!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUZ1YLhIAg8


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"In Search of the perfect Matzo Ball Soup..." 'Judith Whitehead' (Inspiration Sunday)

Judith Whitehead  lives in Amherst, N.Y. and has
worked in the ophthalmology field of medicine for
over 30 years.

In Search of the perfect Matzo Ball Soup

Kimo's chicken potato, carrot and spinach matzo ball soup!

I feel like the Janice Oaken, a foodie that reviews restaurants, of matzo Ball soup. I have sampled this  kind of soup from the East Coast to the West in search of the perfect and most flavorful bowl of the soup for the soul, the Jewish penicillin, the most comfort soup around.

Recently I was in Cleveland and visited Lenny and Corkys’ kosher deli; I have to say I was disappointed with their recipe, the matzo ball was light and flavorful but the broth was dark yellow and very fatty tasting with no flavor except the greasy taste . 

This year Buffalo had its first deli open up kosher style in many years since our beloved Mastmans’ closed a few years ago. I was eager in anticipation to taste their soup.   They have soft matzo balls as well but the broth and the ball have no flavor, although their soup has some nice carrots and noodles in it…it is in desperate  need of salt,  I am not one that adds any salt to anything but this soup is lacking something…flavor. 

 I sampled Carneige  Deli in Manhattan this summer; their soup was very delicious…I think they have the recipe down after being open for the last 50 years or more. Their soup was most enjoyable and flavorful.  We have spent many times sampling Jerry's  Deli that is  a chain that spans  the entire US from Florida to California.  They also are in  a tie with Carneige Deli…great soup, great flavor and feather- light matzo balls which is the goal to a good soup.

I always have my eye out in my travels for a great deli to try; I always buy a corned beef sandwich on rye with a bowl of their soup.  If anyone has tried a great combination in any city near you…please share…
Until my next sampling…happy tasting.

P.S. Check out Oma's recipe for the perfect Matzo ball soup;

http://allrecipes.com/recipe/omas-fabulous-matzo-ball-soup/



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"Who needs a Doctor when you have Google..." '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.
A similar  dakinetalk blog ran about two years ago, this has been updated
from 150 words to 500 words.. Hope you like it! 

Who needs a Doctor when you have Google

Twenty years ago if you didn't feel good you went to the doctor. Twenty years ago if your dog was whoozing and  sleeping all day, you would take your buddy to the vet. Twenty years ago if you were writing a thesis for your masters degree you'd go to the library. Twenty years ago if you needed somebody's phone number, you used a phone book or called 411. Twenty years ago if you needed a recipe for meatloaf, you asked a friend or consulted a recipe book.

Fast forward to 2014 where anything you need to know can be looked up instantaneously  via any  web search engine. The internet is available not only on computers but on most cell phones,ipads, ipods, androids and tablets. There are many search engines on which to consult about anything and everything. There is Bing, Ask, Dogpile, Yahoo, Google and many more search engines of which to ask any question the human mind can think, or even dream of.

Search engines are the encyclopedia of this era. Anything you need to know you can type into a search engine. Any person you need information on you can type into a search engine. The most popular search engine is “Google”and the term “Google it” has become synonymous with telling someone to look it up on a search engine. Just like the term ‘Xerox’ became synonymous with the word copy, although there are many copy machine manufacturers ‘Xerox’ became the hype, just as ‘Google’  is now the hype. Nobody ever says I am going to Bing, Dogpile or Yahoo  it.

The name Google is believed to be named after the misspelling of the mathematical term "googol." The term "googol" means the number one which is then followed by one hundred zeros.

The word Google sounds like baby talk, on the contrary it has answers to almost everything. I love to Google names from my past, like old girlfriends or people from elementary school, high school, college and even the names of  those amongst you reading this.  

Google is also  the gateway to information  for business people, stars and politicians, it allows them to check in on their personal persona from the public's point of view.  Many rich people actually have staff that will do Google searches daily checking for slander libel and whatever else may be in cyberspace.

I  tested Google for accuracy and  'Googled,' "Kaua'i's greatest newspaper." The number  one entry was,  'The Garden Island news.' The number  two entry was 'Midweek magazine.' Of course, I was only testing Google on their accuracy--and to my highest expectation it was spot on! Just like the great Oz there is now the great Google.

How many people have ever Googled themselves? Googling yourself sounds like something the priest might discipline you for.  Googling yourself actually feels good. Anyone with a computer who  has not Googled themselves is most likely lying. Googling yourself is something almost  everyone has done,  however most people never admit to it-- plus it just sounds cool to say, "Google it."

I am recommending to everyone, forget what the masses say and go ‘Google’ yourself at least once.  You won’t go blind and you may just learn a thing or two about that person in the mirror, I most certainly did. Go ahead, go Google yourself, try it, you'll like it!

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"Marital Misunderstanding..." 'Obama Da Dog' (Source)

Obama Da dog lives in Kapa'a with her best friend
and confidant, James "kimo" Rosen.

Marital Misunderstanding

How men and women record things in their diaries......

Wife's Diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird.
We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner.
I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was
upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.
Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere
quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much..

I asked him what was wrong; He said, 'Nothing.
I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.
He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me,
and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.'

When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely,
as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem
distant and absent.

Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed.
About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was
distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep;
I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

Husband's Diary:

A two-foot putt... who the hell misses a two-foot putt ?

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"A Dream come true..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic Garden Island of Kaua'i for over 40 years.
Bettejo is a regular columnist in the Garden Island news and is the author of the
famed novella, "The Scam."
www.bettejodux.com

A Dream come true

As most things do, it started when I was a little kid. My father taught me to love and care for the land and the animals. We had dogs and cats and frequent crops of pups and kittens friends and neighbors stood in line to carry home. We had a small orchard: oranges, figs and avocados. A vegetable garden rich with healthy goodies: tomatoes, asparagus, squash and lettuce. We grew alfalfa to feed the horses.  Palled with free range hens  that spent the night in a sparkling  clean chicken coops-where they  fed, watered and laid eggs-and  the days cruising and eating bugs in the veggie patch, which, by the way, horse poop  fertilized.  We had one crowing rooster and a bee hive. My father  taught  me how to catch ‘false bees’ and not get stung in order to fool my city friends into thinking I was a bee charmer.

I swam in a girl friend’s large oak  high-rise rain barrel.

The air was fresh, the water clean and cold, and the food my mother cooked delicious. We often foraged in the woods to pick buckets of huckleberries which my mother turned into delicious home-made pies. Sometimes we met bears who stayed as clear of us as we them. Once we chanced upon a snake who coiled and rattled. The dogs barked. “Give him room,” my father commanded.  ”We’re in his territory.

My father and I  built  a barn together. I fell off the roof one day, with a thump and a bump and a giggle, landing soft in a fat stack of green alfalfa hay. “When I grow up,” I said, “I want to live in a house with my horses.”

“Then it would be barn,” My father answered.

“Whatever.” I shrugged. I think I invented that retort. Don’t recall hearing it before but today you hear it everywhere.

So I grew up and married a sailor. A good sailor. He knew all about rogue waves, white squalls, and up-spinaker-downspinaker. We raced. I was the foredeck man. He was Captain Bligh with a coiled main sheet thumping.

When we finally acquired land on Kauai I designed a house the horses could live in. In secret I gave the plans to an architect and showed them to my husband in his office. Just in case.

“Is it a barn or a house?” he asked the architect.

“Whatever.” the architect said.

“A barn/house?”

“Wait until you see that ‘covered walk’, ” my husband said, glancing over the plans.

The barn/house was a hundred feet long-a nice round number, I thought-the horses lived at one end and  we lived at the other.

Bill and built the house. I’ve lived here 27 years longer than he, and survived two hurricanes and a flood. Gone through two beloved horses and many precious dogs and cats.

Today, in the rain, with a leaky roof and a pitchfork in hand, I wonder how different my life would have been had my dream not come true.

Boring, I’ll bet.

P.S. Check out this YouTube video, 
"Faith in humanity restored " It's worth the watch!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwUT1JCY7kY

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"Dog eating..." 'Chester "Unc" Lau' Source of YouTube video)

Chester "Unc" Lau just sent this YouTube video.

This is so good that there will be no blog, just the video!

Mahalo Unc!

Dakinetalks favorite Uncle (Chester Lau)

"Unc" is a retired cinematographer currently living 

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

I am actually going  try to do this with my dog Obama!  Enjoy!

This YouTube video is so fantastic it serves as today's blog, courtesy of Unc!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ub1Dc3NHZ3s


P.S. A note from Jack Lord,the original Steve McGarrett on the Original Hawai'i Five O, where "Unc" was the cinematographer on set.

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"The Three Samurai..." 'Chester "Unc" Lau' (Source)

Dakinetalks favorite Uncle (Chester Lau)

 Unc tells us about three Samurai he personally knew!

"Unc" is a retired cinematographer currently living 

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

The Three Samurai

Once upon a time, a powerful Emperor of the Rising Sun advertised for a new Chief Samurai. 
After a year, only three applied for the job:  a Japanese, a Chinese, and a Jewish Samurai.
"Demonstrate your skills!" commanded the Emperor.

The Japanese samurai stepped forward, opened a tiny box, and released a fly. 
He drew his samurai sword and *Swish!* the fly fell to the floor, neatly divided in two!
"What a feat!" said the Emperor.
  
"Number Two Samurai, show me what you do."
The Chinese samurai smiled confidently, stepped forward and opened a tiny box, releasing a fly.
He drew his samurai sword and * Swish! * Swish! * The fly fell to the floor neatly quartered.
"That is skill!" nodded the Emperor.

"How are you going to top that, Number Three Samurai?"
The Jewish samurai, Obi-wan Cohen, stepped forward, opened a tiny box releasing one fly, drew his
samurai sword and *Swoooooosh! * flourished his sword so mightily that a gust of wind blew through the room.

But the fly was still buzzing around! In disappointment, the Emperor said, "What kind of skill is that? The fly isn't even dead."
"Dead ?" replied the Jewish Samurai. "Dead is easy. But, circumcision...?" 

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