Yes, that is me, in the video below, falling and rolling down the slope. This is across the street from us. Right behind me was a sign warning to go no farther, buried in the undergrowth. If I had kept on going I would have ended up on the rocks 100 ft. below. I grabbed whatever I could get hold of to keep myself from sliding, and Terry pulled me to my feet.
I just had to get pictures, you know, and I got my camera, put on my flip-flops and ran over to a neighbor's yard across the street. I am ordinarily so cautious. But those waves were incredible. Terry got this exciting footage with his I-phone.
And these are some short videos I got. Almost worth it.
I also picked up several fire ant bites when I was on the ground. They are everywhere now. They must have been hungry to have worked so fast!
A friend advises me not to go outdoors again until this is all over. It could be a while, though, because it just keeps on raining raining raining and we have another storm coming that is still a hurricane. But I do want to live! I'm really ashamed of myself for being such a loony, when I know the danger. Some antics for a 77 year old woman!
This is a bad and dangerous storm, and we are very lucky to have the kind of civil defense we do here. It really is not possible to over prepare. There is so much damage going on. Kapoho tidepools is inundated with heavy rain and storm surge, a mess. Facebook friends can see some footage on my timeline. Just as happened two years ago with tropical storm Iselle.
I'm glad we have hurricane insurance, even though we probably won't need it this time. I'll bet you a cooky a lot of people don't have it or couldn't get it because they were too close to the water.
Hurricane alert advanced from watch to warning. Overcast, the wind rising. We are charging up our devices, checking batteries, water, other supplies. Not raining yet. Hard to say what will happen, but we must be prepared.
Update: The best way to wait for the Hurricane: We watched the remake of Cape Fear with Robert de Niro hamming it up as a psychopath, as the storm roars around him and his terrified captives. Last night we watched a forgettable Norwegian movie about a tsunami. Fun! The basic plot of both of these disaster flicks is about saving the nuclear family, which will be found at the end of the movie, wet and/or covered with dirt and mud, clinging to each other, the peril overcome.
I think we are going to be OK. The hurricane is shearing off, as I have seen so many times on the weather map. May the same thing happen to Lester, the hurricane right behind it. It seems that our mountains do protect us. They are very high. Still, we must be prepared. We must keep ourselves and our cat safe.
Blow notes the loss of support from white college educated women, even Republican ones. Experiences of sexism make white women more sensitive to similar kinds of discrimination against minorities. We know at first hand "how very harmful bias can be." This awareness is strong in my generation of women who saw privileges being extended to men that were never offered to us and who always had to work very hard for whatever recognition we could get. This was especially true in higher education. The way I had to fight against sexism and ageism as an undergraduate and graduate in college has made me incredibly tough! I glory in that, actually, maybe more than I should.
So think how tough black people must be, who have maintained themselves in a country that threatens their existence every day of their lives to a far greater degree than anything I ever experienced as a white woman.
My own experiences working with fellow citizens of color and living in integrated communities dispelled the racist notions I might have "inherited." Importantly for me, I met many middle class blacks and striving working class blacks and Asians and Mexicans in my younger years in the Bay Area. In New Jersey I lived in an unsegregated neighborhood with people of different ages, income levels, education levels, ethnic and racial backgrounds.
Life in Europe gave me an insight into what it's like to be an unimportant family member of an imported worker in a country (Switzerland) that exploits foreigners but does not like them. I got the cold shoulder from the Swiss, mostly, and my friends were other foreigners. Italians were the group that experienced discrimination there similar to what Mexicans experience in the U.S. They were regarded as a cheap and expendable work force. Thinking back, I believe I shirked an obligation to engage with Swiss people more, but I found them tiresome, on average, slow thinking and tendentious. I didn't have much social capital at the time and was struggling to maintain myself and my family, so that's an excuse, I guess.
I did not like living in the all white neighborhood we ended up in in Portland after coming back to the U.S. Hawaii is more to my taste. The African American population of Hawaii is only around 1%. This lack of contact with Black Americans means that some non-white people pick up the prejudices against blacks that they consume in the media. Or they regard black people as exotic. That is fairly harmless, I guess, although I think if I were black, I would find this annoying* Naturally, everyone is proud of Obama!
So this is how empathy developed in the course of my life and not as a conscious goal but as a lived experience, not through the phony "reaching out programs," that Trump proposes. A prime example of "fake outreach," as Blow calls it is the laughable Taco Bowl fiasco. See, when Mexicans aren't selling drugs or raping and murdering people, they make great figures of fun to joke around with!
Blow's most important point, and one that squares with my perceptions, is that Trump's base is white men without higher degrees who have good incomes and live in segregated communities. They believe every word Trump says about teeming crime-ridden cities, black rapists, breeders on welfare, out of control druggies and so on. And Trump's tone deaf attempts at courting minorities, "Come to me and I will save you from your evil circumstances," only reaches his white base and serves to reassure them that they are good people and not really racist. But of course they are racist.
I'm not racist. A lot of white people are. They ought to admit it! Then the serious dialogue can start. I don't understand why people want to live in racial and cultural isolation. How boring that must be.
*And I must stress, too, that stories and anecdotes about being discriminated against for being white in Hawaii are mostly self-serving nonsense. There is always this claim of "reverse racism" that someone makes whenever I'm in an all white group. Just because you can't make everyone do things your way, just because you are not greeted with shouts of joy everywhere you go, does not constitute racism against you. You will lose some fights and not be able to get your way all the time, too. Almost always, though, being white means being on top, here as everywhere. It's necessary to show some sensitivity, if you are white, and be aware that cross-racial and ethnic associations can be tricky and uncomfortable sometimes.
Thank goodness for the weekend we had! We needed a break from contemplating our ever more precarious situation in life. We went to the Sunday Market at the park, took a hike, got soaked, went to the overlook at the big Kilauea Crater. My photography skills were not up to much.
We found a rain-free spot to picnic and dry our clothes some. Only a little bit of finger here.
Now the poor cat has developed incontinence, and we are trying to work out a solution. I think he may be diabetic, so we are going to have to take him to the vet. We would never submit him, or ourselves, to expensive procedures and treatments for whatever is wrong with him, because we are animal lovers, not animal lover nut jobs.
The dining table was covered with fire ants this a.m. I have been bit in several places in the past few days. These little invasive pests from Florida can never be eradicated but only kept under control through constant vigilance. Their bites are awful, leave big welts, itch like mad and take days to heal completely.
Oh, and a couple of hurricanes are rolling toward us. Updates here.
Oh, and we are old and not getting any younger, as they say. This a.m. I don't feel like a golden oldster at all.
There are a few internet cranks I visit fairly often, although I never comment but just lurk. They are not only a guilty pleasure but also a good sanity check. If I find myself drawn in by their arguments or believing what they say, I realize that I am probably being suckered. There is a lot of paranoia out there, blanket condemnation of whole categories of people, assertions of being geniuses, "special" in a good way, being misunderstood and so on. These folks are ludicrously self absorbed and never get it that their assertions are mundane and very often about things everyone experiences, such as competition, rejection, neglect, abuse and so on. Nobody knows the troubles they've seen!!! They adore praise and foolishly accept any amount of it and go ballistic at the slightest criticism. I suspect that they consume a lot of mind-altering substances which have knocked out their critical faculties, leaving them with a rudimentary set of feelings, mostly anger. These are the out and out nutcases, not the people like me and maybe you who occasionally fall off the turnip truck.
I just modified my blogroll, taking off blogs where people have not posted for months. These are bloggers I like, and I wish they would post from time to time, even if only once a month. It's a pity to put effort into a blog and then just drop it altogether, as if blogging were of no value. Facebook is OK but just doesn't cut it for some things, such as extended writing. And there is so much dumb stuff on Facebook.
Some people post only occasionally to their blogs, but they do post often enough so that they are worth keeping track of.
I added this quite fascinating blog out of Alaska today, The Immoral Minority, which I think will interest my readers.
I like links. Blogs that limit themselves to self-produced content can be very good, but to me the essence of blogging is in the linkage to other blogs, news reports, videos and so on. A good example of a blog that uses linkage to the max is Roy Edroso's Alicublog. I took Alicublog off my blogroll, because Edroso indulges himself in racist and sexist rants that are intended to be satirical but which offend me, as do his rather frequent allusions to out-of-it seniors. I do read him from time to time, because he does a good job of tracking the activities of right wing Internet-based whackjobs.
I intend to go to Volcanoes National Park on Sunday and visit the real-life lava display at Halemaumau Crater. I'll take some photos. If and when the current flow into the ocean gets within reasonable walking distance, I'll go there, too. Since I have been able to walk right up to spectacular flows in the past, I'm not eager to hike for miles over lava in the heat and humidity just on the off chance of getting a good view.
Trump has run the worst presidential campaign in history. As a commentator said, he is in such trouble that he can't afford to turn down any support, even from outright fascists. So Breitbart and Alt Right stand exposed. The person behind Breitbart and Kellyanne Conway is a former Cruz supporter, billionaire Robert Mercer. Trump needs his money. Maddow explains here.
I was thrilled at the way Hillary Clinton took on the Breitbart frauds in her speech yesterday.
I was also thrilled and amused at the absurd rally in Mississippi with Trump introducing UKIP neofascist Nigel Farage to a crowd that did not know or care what Brexit was about! Maddow had a lot of fun scoffing at this nonsense.
I am not thrilled at the continued attacks on Clinton as regards the Clinton Foundation, coming from diehard Sanders supporters like David Sirota, who all but accuses her of being in bed with the Saudis because Saudi Arabia gave the Foundation money. As Chris Hayes points out, the perception of possible impropriety is a problem. There is this chronic problem with Hillary Clinton that she is a person with good intentions, but she is careless in these ways, as with the e-mails. But she is not a liar like Colin Powell, who lied to the UN about the non-existent WMD in Iraq and also used personal e-mail for official business.
And then we have the Grumpy Greens and the Loony Libertarians to provide more merriment!!!
Fruit now all eaten. Acerola and a brown Turkey fig
Yesterday I went down to the municipal swimming pool and swam and jogged and walked in the shallow end for about an hour. It was so pleasant just to go at my own speed, and I fell into a reverie. Water inspires me, and so I did this today.
Title: At the pool.
A little creepy, maybe? Dunno.
I'm so against putting things into the world that take up a lot of room, which is why I like having my work on the Internet.
Throw away your halos, ladies! Kellyanne Conway, now Donald Trump's campaign manager, the first woman to run a Republican presidential campaign, is a great media performer. She looks good, sounds good, never loses her cool and does not care in the slightest whether what she says is true if it serves her purpose. She is doing the job she was hired for and doing it well. It's downright inspiring to watch her in action. Rachel Maddow found her intriguing, and I do too. I've known women like Kellyanne Conway, but they were amateurs. She is the ultimate, a professional weasel; Ayn Rand would fall in love with her!
One who is particularly cunning, conniving, shifty, sneaky, scheming and down right sly. Weasels are known for their ability to adapt to any situation and to manipulate it to suit their own weasel ways. In other words, my brother Beau.
When used in regard to a female weasel, "weaselette" should be used.
She is so thrilled with her career. You can't hate a person with this level of self regard. In fact, I'm fighting a tendency to feel sorry for her. She is so naive, as schemers often are. She is a tool and will be used as such and discarded when Trump is done with his campaign.