another week ends
the momentum moves forward
into the weeked hours
we march, we march toward
to a personal nature
cares of the day turn
planning out the weekend minutes
see them slipping by - for more I yearn
lost in the planning
can't find control
can't grasp the point
that on time will roll
Friday, April 18, 2003
Thursday, April 17, 2003
sounds of the sea
I am quite inspired to do some creative writing and to get all of your input on this - at hula tonite our homework was to think about how Waikiki of yesteryear is a treasured memory. How the sand, the music, the grandeur of the grand dames like the Pink Palace and the First Lady of the Pacific - The Moana have stood the test of time and are still a testament to a time of fewer worries, romance and Hawaiian elegance.
fun in waikiki
for two years my brother and I lived just a walk away from the beaches of waikiki - from time to time - when we felt a wild hair we'd walk from our date street apt. down to Kapahulu Ave. across the Ala Wai and go hang out down at Walls, or go grab a bite to eat and listen to some music at the International Market Place or at Duke's Canoe Club. Being so close made it convenient also to attend the Aloha Week Festival waikiki Hoolaulea street party or the Japan Festival. But, besides the music, the hustle and bustle of visitors, and cars on the cruise, the most haunting inescapable sounds of the gentle waters rustling at the nearby Waikiki beach were really etched in my mind.
On one occasion my calabash cousin and I sat at one of Mayor Harris' new benches along the Kalakaua walkway - and the waters were so calming - so much of a reminder of freedom. what a beautiful place...the moon shown above and the waters rhythmically lapped against the shoreline.
my sacrifice at Canoe's
my first and still only surfing experience was at the break known as Canoe's. I rode one wave feeling the rush of the water beneath the board - how exhilirating - what a thrill. the sun was near setting and my friends were determined to teach me a few things about surfing....i learned that paddling out was darn hard work, and that what the waters want - the waters will take...a shiny gold bauble - my 16th birthday Hawaiian heirloom gold band sunk through the crystal clear waters as the wave sucked it right off my finger where it had been stuck for over a year..like slow motion I jumped off the board trying to grasp it - but the waves ebbed and flowed and the next thing we knew - the sand had covered it hiding the band from our sight. maybe it was the surfing gods collecting their toll for providing that wonderful first ride...
what are your memories of Waikiki?
note if you checkout the webcam - i recommend looking at the past 12 views of the day - it's really quite marvelous..
I am quite inspired to do some creative writing and to get all of your input on this - at hula tonite our homework was to think about how Waikiki of yesteryear is a treasured memory. How the sand, the music, the grandeur of the grand dames like the Pink Palace and the First Lady of the Pacific - The Moana have stood the test of time and are still a testament to a time of fewer worries, romance and Hawaiian elegance.
fun in waikiki
for two years my brother and I lived just a walk away from the beaches of waikiki - from time to time - when we felt a wild hair we'd walk from our date street apt. down to Kapahulu Ave. across the Ala Wai and go hang out down at Walls, or go grab a bite to eat and listen to some music at the International Market Place or at Duke's Canoe Club. Being so close made it convenient also to attend the Aloha Week Festival waikiki Hoolaulea street party or the Japan Festival. But, besides the music, the hustle and bustle of visitors, and cars on the cruise, the most haunting inescapable sounds of the gentle waters rustling at the nearby Waikiki beach were really etched in my mind.
On one occasion my calabash cousin and I sat at one of Mayor Harris' new benches along the Kalakaua walkway - and the waters were so calming - so much of a reminder of freedom. what a beautiful place...the moon shown above and the waters rhythmically lapped against the shoreline.
my sacrifice at Canoe's
my first and still only surfing experience was at the break known as Canoe's. I rode one wave feeling the rush of the water beneath the board - how exhilirating - what a thrill. the sun was near setting and my friends were determined to teach me a few things about surfing....i learned that paddling out was darn hard work, and that what the waters want - the waters will take...a shiny gold bauble - my 16th birthday Hawaiian heirloom gold band sunk through the crystal clear waters as the wave sucked it right off my finger where it had been stuck for over a year..like slow motion I jumped off the board trying to grasp it - but the waves ebbed and flowed and the next thing we knew - the sand had covered it hiding the band from our sight. maybe it was the surfing gods collecting their toll for providing that wonderful first ride...
what are your memories of Waikiki?
note if you checkout the webcam - i recommend looking at the past 12 views of the day - it's really quite marvelous..
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
lookin po nub in all the wrong places
could that be the story of Trishelle and Steven? Antony & Cleopatra? or is that the story of us all? do we look to material things? do we look to some perfect image? do we think that love will flow down on us because of something we do or say, how much money we earn or how we dress? or is it like the Gatorade slogan "It's in You"?
could that be the story of Trishelle and Steven? Antony & Cleopatra? or is that the story of us all? do we look to material things? do we look to some perfect image? do we think that love will flow down on us because of something we do or say, how much money we earn or how we dress? or is it like the Gatorade slogan "It's in You"?
Sunday, April 13, 2003
I sure am an American idol fan - just disappointed that I usually have to read about who got the boot - since I'm at hula on results night. Clay was my favorite - but I do feel Ruben has arrived! The leather jacket, losing the 205 jerseys was a big move for a big guy - he is the idol - and I still want to hear good things from the powerful voice of Clay. I feel his place will be as the next "it" boy of musical theatre. Other favorites on the show include - Kimberley Caldwell and Kimberly Locke.
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