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"We pity d'fools!"
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[23 Feb 2011|08:23pm] |
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"In the silence of the morning,
See the night slur into dawn,
Hear the slow great winds arise
Where tall trees flank the way
And shoulder toward the sky."
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[27 Jan 2011|09:07pm] |
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 “Small is the hermit crab,
peeking from it's lair,
You're in its way!
It seems to dare.
A wonderful seashell
streaming of silver, blue and gold,
A magnificent sight of nature,
wondrous to behold.
The hermit crab and it's
home, the shape of a pristine bell,
None other like it,
Unique is the seashell.” - CZ
"Tiny surfer, Bold and brave. Surfed upon, A microwave." My best friend is twelve now. But she possesses an old soul. What do you want for your birthday? "I want a camera phone, Daddy." A camera phone? That's it? "And I want to go surfing with you." Been a while since we've gone together. After breakfast, I promise. Happy face pancakes and hot chocolate. And that was my order. "My first picture on my camera phone. Make a face, Daddy!" Mmmm, fudge syrup on bananas!
We've been to Jakarta and Costa Rica. To Tanzania and Japan and down to ME-HI-KO. To Fiji and Hawaii where she lives and down into Australia and the Samoas. "Crystal says I'm gonna come back as a fish one day. What are you gonna be, Daddy?" I'm gonna come back as the Sun, so I can shine, shine, shine down on you. "You're silly." Yo Daddy is crazy. But you are twelve now and you continue to help me grow. You are my foundation without even knowing it. So how about your favorite song of the moment and some surfing. ☼
Hau`oli la hanau.
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[22 Jan 2011|04:17pm] |
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There was a little boy from Peru,
Who dreamt he was eating his shoe.
He awoke in a fright,
In the middle of the night,
And found it was perfectly true.
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| Ke noenoe mai nei. |
[25 Dec 2010|12:06pm] |
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"There’s no competing with the sea;
She’ll take your man one way or the other."
"Mele Kalikimaka, Daddy!" Mele Kalikimaka, 'Dow! Makahiki started a few months back. It's the Hawaiian celebration where peace finds all and there's good will towards (wo)men. Coconut milk desserts and luaus galore. It may not be the snowy white Christmas of New York but it was time for something different this year. Love New York City but... YOUR WAVES SUCK. Makepopno gift exchange, Polynesian flowers and traditional dance. Bing Crosby's tunes on ukulele and flower leis scattered around tiki torches as the Dude of all dudes takes in the last wave of the night. His Big Kahuna self.
Li`ili`i `oe ke aloha nui
He mana`o poina `ole.
Somewhere on the other side of the Earth, you have nothing and yet everything. Somewhere on the other side of the Earth, you're dancing to Polish tunes and cutting off that first slice of Piernik and hoping you added just the right amount of coffee. You are gathering in a small church in Kupang from Jakarta and remembering those in Gereja Matraman. You are six hours into your walk towards Arusha from Mji Mpya to bring medicine to a fellow mama who is too sick to walk. You are stepping outside to that new black SLK300 Roadster and wondering why you didn't get it in red. We are going to go enjoy the today. Ho'omana'o.
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[21 Dec 2010|09:08am] |
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There was once a man who became unstuck in
the world. He took the wind for a map. He took the
sky for a clock and he set off with no destination.
He was never lost.
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| hey, turkey! be thankful! |
[21 Nov 2010|11:29am] |
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the ocean blue. |
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jimi hendrix. |
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meadow: daddy!!!!!
paul: what's wrong?!
meadow: there's a spider in the bathroom 'n i'm trying to poopie!
paul: well don't look at him and he'll go away!
meadow: but he's staring at me!
paul: he'll probably pass out from the fumes first anyways!
meadow: daddy!
paul: ☺
 Travel to place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.
Travel
to place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.
Travel to place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.
Travel to place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere. - Shah
We walked through the cobble stone streets of Stonetown, Zanzibar during the last leg of our East African trip. This sign stood in the middle of a court yard, written in English, Swahili, Arabic and Japanese on the other side. It was right beside the old church where the slaves were held back in the olden days. A Christian sanctuary the held dark secrets below its floors and you'd never suspect such a terrible thing when you walk into its halls that are now adorned with souvenirs and memorabilia and the scent of freshly baked bread the consumes the air from the restaurant in what use to be the priests' quarters. I've traveled to all corners of the world and to many places in between but there's always something particular to each and every that I visit. For Stonetown, it's the place where the Mosque and the Christian Church are allowed to stand side by side. It's the men in their kofia's and women in burka's that stop to admire a neighbor's Christian cross dangling from their necklace. It's symbols that do not stop every day life from happening.
And suddenly that random sign in the middle of the courtyard made sense. It all came together as to why it stood there and why it was purposely placed there. And a lot more makes sense. It's the most rewarding experience of any journey you take when it suddenly hits you and it stops you dead in your tracks and causes you to slow down. Meadow mentioned moving to Saturn some day. "But then you wouldn't get to see all your friends." Of course I can. I see them every night when I go to sleep. Even you, Daddy. She stands next to me when she says this, and suddenly it all makes sense.
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[05 Oct 2010|01:09pm] |
 “Tell me the story...
It was a woman.
You always say that.
There's always a woman
somewhere, child; a princess,
a witch, a stepmother, a mermaid,
a fairy godmother, or one as wicked
as she is beautiful, or as beautiful
as she is good.
Is that the complete list?
Then there is the woman you love.
Who's she?
That's another story.” - JW
Sea cows were once thought to be mermaids. The actual name, Sirenia, taken from the Greek word for Sirens. Genus; Ishatherium, Family; Prorastomidae, and so forth and so forth.. Manatee. It's one of the few things I remember from school in the few days I actually went. I had a teacher, Mr. Hollingsworth, who taught Marine Bio. Everything was always a story to him. Storyteller Hollingsworth. He captured his audience, made us all so intrigued to learn more. He was my cliff notes. To sit and read The Old Man and The Sea? Yeah, my attention span sucks. I'll be the first to admit. So I'd beg him to tell me about it. And I'd sit after class with a few other (nerds) and we'd listen to him break it down into his own words. He was so passionate about the way he told stories. It was as if he were there and saw everything with his own eyes. I remember going home that night as if it were yesterday. And that night, I dreamt of lions on an African Beach.
One last time to Brazil for one final movie. The last one in my series. It's pretty awesome to see familiar faces and old friends gathered once again for a final encore. JB and I sat on the isolated beach of Camburi yesterday talking about old times after we were done with a few scenes. I think the realization of a chapter closing and a new one being started has finally set in. But hey, even really great books have to end sometime, if only to see where the next one will take you. One last time, a spoiler.
Awe, shit. ☼ Anyone like pork rinds?
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[28 Mar 2010|03:11pm] |
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“There was never a good war or a bad peace.”
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[31 Jul 2009|11:10am] |
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 “Surfing is for life.” But what about after that? I woke up in a hostel near the shores of Java in lower Indonesia. I'm such an extremist when it comes to getting away from work and all that is Hollywood. This.. this keeps me grounded. Destination; Guadalup Island. This was always my first love. It extends beyond surfing and fishing and cars and paintball. My extreme passion for sea life. It may be something I never understand in this life or the next, but I'm lucky to have found it. My dad had bought an aquarium when we were kids and I remember the little motorized scuba diver at the bottom near the treasure chest and thinking how lucky that dude was to be down there with so many different species, all those incredibly vibrant colors. Things that we just.. that I just don't have the luxury of seeing here on a day to day basis. My mom always worried that I'd topple over the tank by hanging on it and would say that old Cousteau quote to me, “The best way to observe a fish is to become a fish.” How? How?! And I did. And I love to observe and watch and study. And sometimes I think we're in that aquarium. And that world down there, that's my Jupiter. ☼
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