Waves at Ho’okipa this evening. The calm before the storm, before the arrival of the big swell coming in in a couple of days. Something for the For the Pacific Wave Appreciation Society to look forward to.
Dusk at Ho’okipa this evening. The island of Moloka’i is visible in the distance.
I love this quote, the imagery, from author Steve Edwards from over on Bluesky.
I’ve had enough of villain origin stories. Show me how that old man next door who sits in his lawn chair under a shade tree all summer–with a bowl of water for the neighborhood dogs–achieved enlightenment.
The Bunker: Tuesday 24th January, 2017
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🤕 After four days, the migraine that I have been nursing finally appears to be dissipating. I’ve been getting them for almost fifty years. In that time their intensity and frequency has varied. What has remained constant is that they come out of nowhere, start with with an aura around my eye until I can hardly see anything, that goes and then a thud of varying strength makes it presence felt. Nausea is probably present as well, perhaps a weak feeling through my body. The best treatment is usually silence, rest and no strong light. I have never had any luck with medication, both allopathic or alternative.
🤕 After four days, the migraine that I have been nursing finally appears to be dissipating. I’ve been getting them for almost fifty years. In that time their intensity and frequency has varied. What has remained constant is that they come out of nowhere, start with with an aura around my eye until I can hardly see anything, that goes and then a thud of varying strength makes it presence felt. Nausea is probably present as well, perhaps a weak feeling through my body. The best treatment is usually silence, rest and no strong light. I have never had any luck with medication, both allopathic or alternative.
Stories from the Road: Hitchhiking Memories
After mentioning some of my hitchhiking experiences in earlier posts, I came across this article by Hilary Bradt in The Guardian. In it she talks about her own hitchhiking experiences. At the age of eighty two she has been hitchhiking every decade of her adult life. While the mind can very easily go to possible dangers of standing beside the road waiting from a lift from a stranger, especially for a loan woman, or for that matter the dangers of picking up a complete stranger, I would argue that such incidents rarely happen.
The Bunker: Monday 13th June, 2016
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The Bunker: Thursday 28th April, 2016
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I’m currently listening to A Charlie Brown Christmas (Expanded Edition) by Vince Guaraldi Trio. I love this soundtrack and the associated Peanuts TV special. I’ll be watching it again this year. 🎄
My wife: “I went into the bedroom to get my phone, now I can’t remember what I wanted it for.”
Me: “Count it as one less thing to do.”
I’m sitting by myself at home listening to a Windham Hill Christmas Collection.
Letting Go of What I Can’t Get To
I’m talking here of my online life. Over the years I have tried various Read Later services, in the process building up a veritable library of articles that I don’t have time to read right now and so will put aside, neatly categorized, ready to be read later. In time that list gets too long despite my best attempts at working through the articles, so I declare bankruptcy and delete everything or prune the articles, keeping those that I must have and to…read later.
The Bunker: Friday 1st April, 2016
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The Bunker: Sunday 27th December, 2015
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The Bunker
On the north shore of the Hawaii island of Maui, in the middle of a field that sits on the edge of cliffs dropping down into the waters of the Pacific Ocean, sits a small rectangular brick building that I call The Bunker. I have no idea of its original usage. Whatever that was, it now sits empty and its walls have become a canvas for unknown artists, at least unknown to me.
I’m sitting outside working.
First I hear the rain approaching from a distance, falling on nearby trees, rattling them like tracing paper,
Getting closer…
Passing overhead…
Moved on now…
Leaving just the sound of the water trickling down the downpipes.
The air cleared…awaiting the next burst.
The Cow and The Sheep
Our next door neighbours have a field of probably two acres that is very overgrown. As an example of how overgrown it is, the field is also home to a cow and two sheep. There are times when it is not possible to see them. In fact unless they are walking by the hedge bordering our house, we don’t see them. Initially there were two white sheep and a cow. The sheep stuck together and the cow became a bit of a loner.
🎶 Christmas Time is Here 🎶
🫰 Things change. After a few days of beautiful, still weather, Maui winter weather at its best, we now have wind and horizontal rain.