Just some pix and videos without much commentary. I am not well informed about all this but expect news coverage to fill in. I'll add it to this post as it becomes available. Is that a dragon or a poodle? And what is the meaning of the lovely lady with the twigs? The mochi pounding is pretty clear. As is the drumming.
Lyrics to A Talk With George : There’s a tall thin man standing in the shadows When he calls your name his voice is strong and clear It’s a dark and smoky place, so you can’t quite see his face He pulls you close and whispers in your ear
And he tells you he was born into some money But it didn’t mean he had to sit around And he knows a thing or two about the things that you should do If you don’t want to take life lying down
First of all hang out a lot with Hemingway Spend some time fighting bulls in Spain You should go three rounds with Archie Moore and Sugar Ray It’s so damned scary you won’t mind the pain
Be ringside at the rumble in the jungle Make friends with Hunter S. and Jackie O. And when they shoot poor Bobby down, you wrestle Sirhan to the ground Love your friends and miss them when they go
You should write a book or two and start a magazine Even if it never makes a dime You should swing out by your feet above the circus ring At the very least throw parties all the time
Time and tide will never care Not so far from here to there We just go
Enjoy yourself, do the things that matter Cause there isn’t time and space to do it all Love the things you try, drink a cocktail wear a tie Show a little grace if you should fall
Don’t live another day unless you make it count There’s someone else that you’re supposed to be There’s something deep inside of you that still wants out And shame on you if you don’t set it free.
Well, this has turned out to be a fine Christmas, full of ghosts, gorgeous weather, traffic jams, wonderful meals, guilt, great friends: in short, a typical ambivalent six kind of holiday.
The key to understanding Sixes is that they are ambivalent: the two distinct sides of their personalities oscillate between aggressive and dependent tendencies. They feel both strong and weak, dependent and independent, passive and aggressive. As with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, it is difficult to predict the state Sixes will be in from moment to moment. At each Level, they display a personality substantially different from what has gone before and what will follow.
Tomorrow we go to the annual mochi pounding in Hakalau. Watch out, mochi. It's pounding time for you!
Surinam cherry (sweet-tart, delicious when fully ripe), navel orange ( what they call Kona oranges here), breadfruit, apple banana (a very nice local variety that is a little tart and much nicer than the commercial bananas.)
Yes, I am decidedly cheerful on this bright, warm Christmas Eve Day. Good friends from the Mainland are having fun, also. They are enjoying the stretch of perfect weather we have been having and have done lava viewing, turtle watching, biking, and outdoor water aerobics. We have eaten at Rueben's,* and they are coming over here this evening (our friends, that is).
No Christmas is complete without being caught in traffic and fighting crowds, so Terry and I went out to Wal-Mart and I got this pic. The best view in town of Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea is from the Wal-Mart parking lot.
Not wanting to miss out on driving around looking for parking spots, always a high point of the hols, we hit the downtown Farmers' Market, where a market lady assured me that those little green peppers I bought from her were not hot. Anything for a sale was her motto. Only yogurt could put out the fire.
Then at water aerobics silliness took over, as my Mainland friend arrived in the middle of the class. She activated my three year old self, which loves to play in the water instead of being a serious exerciser. In the changing room I tried conversing with her over the shower (Yes, Auntie Hattie will admit that she tends to loquaciousness.), and since I could not quite hear her I flipped the shower curtain back so I could lean in and catch her words. After doing this a couple of times, I noticed that the woman in the shower stall was not my friend but an entirely different person. My friend was one stall over.
The woman I intruded upon was very gracious when I apologized.
I hope I am not becoming a geriatric delinquent, doing foolish stuff because I expect to be forgiven on account of my age. New Years' resolutions are in order.
Tomorrow is Christmas with friends and relatives.
This pic captures the flavor of Christmas in the Islands, I think. A little bit off, maybe, but loads of fun.
* The pix are of Reuben's before a big remodel. The atmosphere is somewhat different since they put in air conditioning, etc. but the margaritas are still powerful and the food is the same if somewhat more expensive.
Once upon a time we lived in Beaverton, Oregon. Yes. There is a town with such a name. Upon a cold winter's evening, we saw a great light in the sky. Full of wonder, we speeded to see this wondrous sight. (Alas, I could not find any pix on the Internet.)
What we beheld was the Inn of Shilo, miraculously covered with thousands of lights. A great Santa Claus beckoned us to come closer. We heard music, lovely music. This is what we heard.
My mother (God rest her soul) and I experienced a great moment of mutual incontinence as we collapsed into uncontrollable laughter.
By tomorrow I should again be a civilized human being worthy of Christmas joy. For now, I'm with Alvin.
It's the time of year when all my ghosts show up and tell me how bad I am and how unworthy of peace and joy. And even though they tell me that, I miss them.