inherently different

Some random thoughts for a tuesday… brought to you by a complete lack of caffeine…

Am I the only one who thinks that madonna is quickly becoming the Cher of Generation V? Oh, in case you’re wondering, Generation V is the "Vapid" collective of materialistic 20 somethings whose icons include such notable personages as Paris Hilton (P Hiddy), Lindsay Lohan (Hohan), Mary Kate & Ashley (The Scarecrow & Ms King).

The sheehan woman who keeps trying to get a meeting with the president reminds me of a stalker trying her darndest to convince the world she’s having her rockstar crush’s baby. While I know some of you feel for her, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass that her numbfuck child willingly signed up for the military and "GASP" was deployed to a dangerous country to DO THE FUCKING JOB he signed up for! Perhaps in the interest of keeping the gene pool free of morons, this wasn’t such a bad thing afterall.

I tried out googletalk for a while there, but now that particular little piece of tech has been banished from my system. Seems more than a few of you have done the same since last I checked few of you ever logged on. You can still reach me through yahoo if you need advice, lottery numbers, cigarettes, army issue SAW chainguns, or frilly chiffon dresses.

I was talking to someone the other day that thought that Bob Dylan was a genius. I had to explain that Dylan is like the drug-addled uncle everyone tolerates, but secretly wishes would just die so you can get your cut of th inheritence. I mean, he never really had a talent unless you count his ability to warble like a loon while playing a guitar, a pair of knee cymbals, a harmonica and tuba out of his ass. I always expected a troupe of clowns to exit from a tiny car whenever he played music… it could happen.

After visiting a few blogs recently that still had Katrina Relief badges on their sites, I wondered how long you need to wait before you can remove them and not have people think you’re callous? Like 10 or fifteen minutes after media crews film the last bloated body drifting down the mississppi? Is that too soon?

It’s coming up on the rainy season here on maui. This year I’m committed to filming one of our downpours for your enjoyment. It isn’t rain as much as it is millions of gallons of water dropping on the island all at once… it is pretty spectacular.

I’m bored with my music lately. Nothing seems to get blood flowing into my tensile tissue lately. Anyone have any suggestions? The first person who suggest an Emo band will be pulled apart by a troop of mascara wearing monkeys and lip gloss gibbons.

If you read my comments in the Hana photo album, you would have discovered I had some interesting photos that complimented one of the shots. Here is the animation for you all to enjoy. I laughed my ass off… First a bit of info on what was happening when I took the series of images that make up the animation.

The Red Queen and Arie were being "daring" and walking onto some rocks in the path of some rather powerful waves that were rolling into the beach in Keanae. Arie is pregnant and the Red Queen’s reflexes aren’t what they used to be so I was a bit fascinated by their gumption.

I stood back waiting for what I knew might happen.

Up they went onto the rocks and I started snapping pictures. As they noticed what was coming, where they were in relation to safety, and how I was enjoying myself, they realized they weren’t as smart and daring as they thought… although, it makes for a rather entertaining blog post.

Here it is.

Also, a few of you have asked what kind of stuff I write professionally. Here is a recent article I wrote… It pays well and you learn a great deal about things you might not otherwise have the inclination to research… As a friend of mine once said, "E, you know just enough about everything to be dangerous…" That about sums it up, don’tcha think?

Images from our day traveling to and from Hana can be found here.

Today, we’re heading up to Hana in search of waterfalls. I like hiking through the rain forests here, but quite honestly, I hate driving… I actually hate being in the car for more than an hour at a time. The road to hana is incredibly jammed with traffic and tourists and small old ladies who drive like they fuck… barely and slowly.

It could be worse I guess. I could be wherever you are, cold, miserable and wishing I was in Maui.

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The uber-intelligent Dawn of Chai and Apple Pie recently turned me on to castpost, a new way to share audio and video clips with friends and family. And what did I choose to share with you? A remix of the Hall and Oates classic, I Can’t Go For That!

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