"The year is 5775..." 'James "Kimo" Rosen' (Source) ---Facebook posting shared---

The day of atonement (Yom Kippur) is also a day to memorialize  our
diseased parents and siblings, This blog is honor of
my Mom and Dad, Bernard and Faye Rosen, (above)
and my sister  Nancy (Coos) Rosen (below)

The year is 5775

This coming Sabbath will be the culmination of the days of awe. The time between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Yom kippur is the day that Jews believe their fate is sealed as to who shall live and who shall die in the coming year.  We would again like to wish all our Jewish friends and friends of the Jews a L'shsnah Tovah!  May you all be entered into the book of life for a healthy and prosperous year.

The enclosed story is shared from an anonymous writer on Facebook;

last week us  Jews will began our 5775th year on this earth! Who would have believed this possible? If anyone had told the generation of the Shoah that our people would be around this long they probably would have been astounded.

Imagine, we did this without beheading anyone on TV, without a single suicide bomber , without kidnapping and murdering school children, without slaughtering Olympic athletes, and without flying airplanes into skyscrapers.

We lasted this long despite 400 years as slaves in Egypt, 40 years of wandering in the desert, the mighty Roman army who nailed us to ten thousand crosses; despite the best efforts of fervent Crusaders, the Spanish Inquisition, Hitler's third Reich, Stalin's gulags, Arab wars of annihilation and 100 years of hateful terrorism, hundreds of hate-filled UN resolutions.

How did we Jews do it? We survived with the help of Hashem by concentrating our efforts on prayer, education, love of family, faith, hard work, helping one another and apassionate dedication to life no matter what evil befell us.

We hung in there in hope the rest of the world would one day overcome it's hatreds, jealousies, violence and join us in a life of cooperation and mutual respect.

We're not there yet, but we're still hopeful to get there with the help of HASHEM And when we will enter our places of worship for the Yomim Tovim, this is what we'll pray for with all the strength in our hearts.

Best wishes for a New Year filled with health, happiness, laughter, success, joy, and kindness and may this coming year bring peace and security to Israel, to the Jewish communities in the Diaspora and to our planet. Moshiach NOW!!!

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"REBA, ROSA AND BOOTS..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic Garden Island of Kaua'i for over 40 years...

Bettejo is the author of the famed novellas "The Scam."

and recently published  "Children of Extinction..." 
Both books available on www.amazon.com

REBA, ROSA AND BOOTS

Oh, I do hope there are a lots of cat lovers out there. I’m a feline fanatic. The last of my pride of four, Annie cat, dashed off to kitty heaven at the ripe old age of 25.

As a devout non believer, I make believe there is a kitty heaven, and-if so-I hope I can pause there for a moment after I croak. I’m 84, you know, and very few of us live forever. In fact, I’ve never known anybody who did. Oh, there was one guy who- I’m told- died and returned three days later-only to vanish never to be seen again

But he’s expected at any moment. Has been for better than two thousand years. I’m not holding my breath. How about you?

Back to Rosa, Reba, and Boots.

Well, Rose and Reba are two of the most expensive cats I’ve ever owned. Worth it, too. I found them at the Kauai Humane Society. Love at first sight. Reba, the gray/black tiger, is-according to her Official Animal Identification-a domestic short hair mix-pretty fancy name for an ally cat-and like her sister, Rosa, was 2 months and eight days old when I brought them home. Rosa is the black orange tortoiseshell. They’re both a little over two pounds. Their ID is so extensive I’m going to take them to the DMV and get them a driver’s license. Or maybe enter them in a cat show.

Boots my grown up puppy-part Pit Bull- is one of the sweetest dogs I’ve ever had. She grew up around cats, but I didn’t know how she’d take to two spunky bouncing balls of fur.

One of the most difficult things to do with an animal-any animal- is introduce it to a new environment and I sincerely doubted either Reba or Rosa had encountered such a wide variety of sounds, sights, smells and textures in their short little lives. Think of it, they’d only been on this planet for 68 days-and my jungle barn/house is a pretty large area to explore.

Cats are by nature explorers. And- wow-did they have a lot of exploring to do. I have full grown trees in my living space and they’d never seen a real tree before. Did it bite? Did it scratch? Did it smell good? “What is one supposed to do with it?” Rosa meowed.

I decided to let them run free and keep Boots on a short loose leash, just in case.

I watched Reba balance on top if a chair and gage the distance between her perch and a distant round bench beside a round table. She hunched, she bunched, she sprang. Missed. Picked herself up, shook herself off, and washed her face.

Her first encounter with Boots was a surprise to everyone. ‘specially Boots. She’s about the size of her ear. She took one look at this overgrown whatever, stiffened her legs, arched her back and exploded. Teeth and Claws. Ended up protecting Boots instead of the kittens.

Next episode: Making friends.

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"Teaching English..." 'Robert Bitos Gandia' (Source)

Guest-blogger,Robert Bitos Gandia.
Robert is an avid cook (ono gandule rice) and always laughing!!
He works at Syngenta as a Research Associate.
Robert lives in Kekaha on Kauai's west-side and loves football!!

Teaching English

A missionary who has spent years showing a tribe of natives how to farm and build to become self-sufficient gets word that he is to return home. He realizes that the one thing he never taught the natives was how to speak English, so he takes the chief and starts walking in the forest.

He points to a tree and says to the chief, "This is a tree."
The chief looks at the tree and grunts, "Tree."
The missionary is pleased with the response.

They walk a little farther, and the padre points to a rock and says, "This is a rock."
Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, "Rock."

The padre is really getting enthusiastic about the results, when he hears a rustling in the bushes. As he peeks over the top, he sees a couple in the midst of heavy romantic activity.
The padre is really flustered and quickly responds, "This is riding a bike."

The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun, and kills them. The padre goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each other. How could he just kill these people in cold blood that way?

The chief replied, "My bike."

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"To blog or not to blog..?"( Kimo's world #34)

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

Kimo's world #34

To blog or not to blog

To blog or not to blog, that is the question?

Writing a blog  can be  uncomfortable. I write my opinions knowing someone is always in trouble for something said on social media. Knowing that I will be misread by some; others won't get  my tongue-in-cheek cynicism or sarcasm. And then there is always that one out there who just loves a witch hunt.

There are times I start writing, only to back space and delete. How do I articulate this comment so no one is offended but it still gives my pointed opinion? And there it is. If you blog, you accept the reality that someone is trying to take a few words out of context and put on a spin.

"Kimo believes this." "Kimo said that." I have felt so uncomfortable the last few months I had thoughts of taking a rest from Dakinetalk. I could say it was a great experience and now on to a new hobby.

Dakinetalk blog has produced  nearly 1400 blogs in the last five years. That's a lot of blogging. Even on days there are no blogs, dakinetalk still reaches 200 plus hits from  many of the past blogs archived on Google and other search engines.

So I pondered all this, all that has been said and I realized I still love this blogging thing. Despite the worries of putting my thoughts out there flapping in the breeze like clothes on the line.

Besides, If I  quit  where would  the critics go to take out aggression and  bully? If I  give it up then some other poor blogger will inherit them. And that's not aloha.

Blog on!

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"Less is more..." 'Judith Whitehead' (Inspiration Sunday)

Judith Whitehead lives in Amherst New York and has worked in

the ophthalmology field of medicine for over 30 years.

Less is more

Living with my mantra…less is more...

I have become a seasoned traveler over the last several years and have learned my lesson about packing.

.I am a firm believer of less is more. I now pack as little as possible, outfits that can interchange, limited shoes and accessories.  I no longer come home with a loaded suitcase full of clothing I did not touch. One jacket  is enough, a few tops, pants etc.

The best part of packing light, there is room to buy things on my trip and not stuff them in the suitcase. They all fit nicely!   

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"Happy Birthday Adam and Eve..." 'Obama Da Dog' (Source)

Obama Da  Dog is a lifelong resident of  Hawaii....
Obama wishes everyone a happy Jewish new year!
L'shanah Tovah!

Happy Birthday Adam and Eve

Happy Rosh Hashanah, Happy Jewish new year!

They say Rosh Hashanah is the birthday of creation and of Adam and Eve. In honor of Jewish new year we would like to share the following heart warming story.

Adam had been moping around all day in the Garden of Eden and God finally said, "Adam, what's up with all this moping?"

Adam told God that he was lonely. God said He could fix that, no problem. In short order he could make a partner for Adam, and she would be called a "woman." 

God told Adam that the woman would collect his food, cook it for him, and care for all his needs and wants. She would also agree with all his decisions and not question his authority as head of the family. 

God also said that she would bear his offspring and not bother him in the middle of the night if the kids woke up and started crying.

 She would never nag him and would admit when she was wrong. She would also freely give him love and passion whenever he needed it.

Adam said, "Wow, that's a great partner! What is this woman-person going to cost me?"

And God replied, "An arm and a leg."

Adam thought for a minute, then asked, "What can I get for a rib?"
And the rest is history.

L'Shanah Tovah, May you be entered into the book of life!
(an expression shared on Rosh Hashanah)

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"CREATE A LIFE..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday)

Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic Garden Island of Kaua'i for over 40 years...

Bettejo is the author of the famed novellas "The Scam."

and recently published  "Children of Extinction..." 
Both books available on www.amazon.com

 Create A Life

Been there, done that. I’m not bragging, I’m just stating a fact: I’m 84 years young. Suffer from glowing good health. Have no chronic aches or pains or ailments. Take no drugs. Think maybe I did something right. Don’t you?

Someone said, “Men plan… women, too… God laughs.”
So who needs him? Her? It? Them?

I’m a devout non believer. I don’t go to church. I think, on the whole, religion sucks. I don’t pray. When things go bad, as they often do, I roll up my sleeves and get to work.

What do you do? Does it work for you?
How’s your health? Are you overweight? How many pills do you take everyday and growing?

So far-84 years and growing younger-I think I’ve done something correct. Furious that ‘they’ stole the word right.

Okay, I’m being cross and I apologize, but I’m also fed up with people-some people-telling me, because I’m not a scientist, that I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ll explain. I think I am a pragmatist.

 I’m not afraid to try something that sounds totally silly.
An example. I read a piece by a rather befuddled professor, who told a story about an outdoor beanery-a greasy spoon-in the south. An observer, he noticed some strange contrivances pinned and clipped and hanging around the premises. 

On closer surreptitious observation, he noticed they were all the same. A clear plastic bag, some liquid-looked like water- in which three copper pennies weighted down the bag. Of a curious scientific mindset, he questioned the rustic who served a really good meal.
“Sir,” he said, “What are those?”

And the rustic, with a southern accent, replied, “They’ah fly repellents.”

“Of course. Consisting of?”
“A cleah plastic sack’ a’watah and three shinny pennies.”
“Does it work?”
“See any flies?”
The scientist cleared his throat. “Good fried chicken. I’m from up north, could I have the recipe?”

So okay I’m reading this, and like the scientist, I shake my head. However, as it happened, I had some clear plastic sandwich bags, some water, some pennies, some clothes pins to pins them up, and a few flies. Half my house is a barn. My beloved horse, Aristotle, lives in the bedroom-errr stall-next to my bedroom. Anyhoo, I filled some bags with water, counted pennies. Why three? Pinned them up. And guess what?
No flies.

Try it the next time you have a picnic.
I could go on. I take 10 grams of Vitamin C a day, ala Linus Pauling, and we all know what a fraud he was. At least so I was told by more scientifically evolved minds than mine. I also supplement my diet, ala Adelle Davis, who’s a phony, gone out of style years ago. Yet here I am, 44 years younger.

I could tell you Vitamin C stories you wouldn’t believe.
So what’s this got to do with the price of rice? Or the vast acres of GMO corn-86% of all crops grown in America-or my preference for good old- fashioned home grown veggies. Fruits. Eggs. Honey. Thriving bees. I mean why do I prefer real food, just like my daddy used to grow?

Who knows? Certainly not dumb little old me.
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