zolac_no_miko: (after twenty months at sea)
Today I got paid $16/hour and free dinner to drive a bunch of NYU students around in a van. And like, see the Gemini North telescope control room, and go up to Mauna Kea summit, which are things I would do for free.

And it was just. Perfect. To slowly climb the switchbacks while the sunlight turns golden high on the cinder cones, with the whole earth and a sea of clouds dropping away beneath us and Mauna Loa growing larger and impossibly larger to the south, and the peak of Hualalai erupting into view, then Haleakalā—"Look, there's Maui!" "Whaaaaaaat, no way!"—and pulling over at the top with the swollen, luminous full moon rising just above the limb of the summit cone in the east, and the observatories gleaming like jewels in the glory of the sun to the west, and the kids gasping at the view and laughing at the way the thin air makes their heads spin, and the sky going red and indigo, and Venus, then Jupiter, then Regulus igniting above the horizon, and driving down in the dark with the full moon too bright to look at, casting shadows and illuminating objects in color vision, the sea of clouds glowing nearly as bright, the sky black and starry and the hulk of Mauna Loa even blacker, and the smudge of glowing orange cast by Kīlauea's lava against the clouds. And parking at 9000 feet with the moon too too bright but still with so much hanging above us in the sky, the Big Dipper and Polaris, Scorpius about to devour Saturn, and taking them to see the silverswords gleaming ghostly alien in the moonlight, tall flowering stalks standing silent shadowed sentinels. All the kids lying on their backs, shouting in astonishment as meteor after meteor slash across the sky, Timo asking, "Well, it's getting late, should we go?" And one girl yelling, "Noooooooo, I'm going to live here, I want to stay on this mountain forever!!"

Yeah, girl. I know exactly how you feel.

I'm back!

Oct. 6th, 2012 02:07 pm
zolac_no_miko: (beauty and beasts)
I have returned from Eastern Europe! I'm not going to go into massive detail in this post, because that would take FOREVER, but as soon as possible I will do a gigantic photo dump. ...As soon as possible is not likely to be as soon as I'd like, because to my disappointment the house is exactly as messy as I left it, and I have broken things to replace and groceries to buy and laundry to run and fifty billion emails to check and assorted other chores and errands. ...This weekend will not be long enough. *SIGH* ...Also I have a lot of television to catch up on. (But at least I'm all caught up on Doctor Who, because with me and Mom and [livejournal.com profile] sirona_gs all in the same place for several days, there was no way that was not happening. ...POOOOOOOOOOOONDS!!!! T_T)

...But I will say that I had a FUCKING FABULOUS TIME. Croatia is bloody gorgeous and everyone there is incredibly friendly, and we had a great group and had massive fun hiking and biking and kayaking and canoeing all over Croatia and Bosnia & Herzegovina, and I ate SO MUCH FOOD, ohmigod, the food was so amazing, usually we were eating at the private homes of farmers and everything was homegrown, homemade, and fresh, and the wine, oh my bloody goodness, and the weather was always perfect and the lakes and waterfalls through the karst were like a bleeding fairytale and sunsets in the Adriatic were like a dream and oh my god oh my god.

Also Dubrovnik (besides just being ancient and beautiful and bloody fantastic, walled cities, I mean seriously) is one of the filming sites for Game of Thrones and I saw some of the filming really far away and then after, when Mom and I were at dinner at this absolutely amazing vegetarian restaurant, JEROME FLYNN and FINN JONES and some guy we didn't recognize (new actor for season three? bit part? crew member?) stopped by and tried to get a table. We hemmed and hawed about going over to them but decided not to bother them, and rather than wait thirty minutes they wandered off to find another restaurant. But for a few minutes Mom and I were like A;SHDKL;GHFASKLJDHF;KLADJSFL;AHS;AKFJD. (If Peter Dinklage had been there, there would've been no stopping me.)

...And Bulgaria was fantastic and [livejournal.com profile] sirona_gs is even lovelier in person and her Gran is fabulous and I got to meet up with my friend Toni as well and EVERYTHING WAS FANTASTIC, okay, it was a bloody excellent trip.

Even if I did leave half my ankh in the Rila Mountains. We were just taking a walk throught he autumn leaves and it just BROKE in HALF, wtf. I've always dreaded losing it; I wasn't expecting it to BREAK. So now... I don't have my ankh anymore. D: HOW WILL PEOPLE RECOGNIZE ME?? I seriously feel like I've lost a limb. ...So it goes, I guess.

Those of you who requested postcards should be getting them soon; some of you have already got them, I know. ...[livejournal.com profile] potatoe1988, do let me know if yours fails to arrive? I'm a bit nervous about whether the lady at the post office in Trogir gave me the right amount of postage for Australia. *gnaws on fingernails*

...HI HI HOW ARE ALL OF YOUUUUU? ♥ What did I miss?
zolac_no_miko: (Hawaii's favorite meat product)
OH HEY SO THOSE MAUNA LOA SUMMIT PICTURES I MEANT TO POST, LIKE, TWO MONTHS AGO, FML.



More under the cut, plus bonus random pictures. Again, dunno why some are sideways, LJ didn't used to do that, whatevs, that's what your neck is for. )
zolac_no_miko: (authentic Hawaiian coconut tree)
There's something very satisfying about preparing breadfruit. Like I can feel the weight of history pressing down on me, the thousands of years that the peoples of the Pacific have used this food to sustain themselves and their families.

...This video has nothing to do with ‘ulu or other staple foods. I... don't really know what is going on in this video, but damn this chick has pipes. Girl's got soul. I can't stop listening to this song.

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zolac_no_miko: (lose the necktie more often Danny)
It is sooooo full of pineapple right now. :D
zolac_no_miko: (Pele says hello)
I believe I promised y'all some pictures? Well here you go. Pics of Shit On Fire, and then because I'm feeling nice an epic picspam of a few of the pretty places I've wandered around this summer. In chronological order, no less! Click to enlarge, but at your own risk; most of these were taken with my phone, and a few are a bit pixellated.

My Hawai‘i; this ain't your Waikiki. )
zolac_no_miko: (SCRUNCHY FACE!!)
Laulau and fresh coconut for breakfast.

I WIN BREAKFAST.
zolac_no_miko: (Hawaii's favorite meat product)
Man, at this rate I'm never going to have time to make my post about all the many exciting things that happened in July. Stuff keeps happening!

Campbell and Chris are in town, and I didn't have work today (Did I mention I'm only working part-time now? I'm only working part time now.), so I took them up Hamakua for the day. It was a gorgeous day (a few light, brief showers notwithstanding) and we had a blast.

We took the little four mile Old Highway Scenic Route between Papaikou and Pepe‘ekeo, stopping and pulling over at Onomea Bay and taking the shoreline access trail. I taught them about One Lane Bridges, ‘awapuhi battles, kukae pua‘a vanishing caterpillar tricks, native and non-native plants, Hawaiian myths and legends, how to collect and eat shoreline foods, how to sex a crab, and how to greet people like a local. We poked around the streams and wild shoreline, climbed a banyan tree, and obtained a coconut.

We stopped in for lunch at The Fruit Stand a.k.a. The Smoothie Place a.k.a. What's Shakin' (I think it's actually called) for lunch and smoothies. This place has become famous, and deservedly so. Their smoothies are 100% fruit and fruit juice, no added sweetener, and most of the fruit is picked fresh from their own gardens. I had a delicious wrap too, with chicken and black beans and salsa and melted cheese, and green salad and fresh papaya, pineapple, and banana on the side. DELICIOUS.

Next we drove down to the shoreline access trail in Pepe‘ekeo, which was fabulous. We had the place to ourselves, and enjoyed walking along the tops of the cliffs under the ironwood trees, watching the massive breakers roll in and hurl themselves onto the rocks. We saw koa‘e kea (white-tailed tropicbirds) and sea turtles. We watched a massive pod of dolphins swim by, intent on reaching their destination to the south, with one (duly christened 'Bob') lagging behind the group to goof off, jumping and spinning and flipping. We visited the sea arch and poked in streams, and we scrambled down the cliffs to the shore and explored caves and tidepools and discussed constructing beach homes out of live ironwoods. I taught them about blue-eyed hermit crabs and rock-boring urchins and tubeworms and sea cucumbers, and Chris and I enjoyed a refreshing impromptu soaking courtesy of a rogue wave. We collected a strange orange fruit with bright red seeds (later determined to be a kind of bittermelon) and headed back to Hilo, stopping off for malasadas in Papaikou on the way in.

Chris had been slowly deconstructing the coconut, using only his hands and spare rocks and fenceposts. He continued this exhibition of manliness at the end of our driveway– with great success!– and we enjoyed fresh coconut and coconut water.

And then we had the first Blues class of the workshop, and lots of people showed up and there was awesome fun and dancing. Really really looking forward to the rest of the workshop. And tomorrow night, after classes... Hale Pohaku for stargazing! :DDD

In other news, the lava has slowed down since the initial outpouring. But HVO's got the cool pics and videos up!
zolac_no_miko: (Pele says hello)
My icon has never been more appropriate.

So back in March a new fissure opened up between Nāpau Crater and Pu‘u ‘Ō‘ō (you may remember I made a post about it) and lava poured out for a few days, and an experimental seeding and out-planting section of the forest caught fire and burned to the ground. We've dubbed this area Kupukupu, and now that my adventures in Kealakomo Waena are complete, our next big project is checking up on our experimental plots and seeing what survived, what's resprouting, and what seedlings are coming up.

Today was our second day up there (our first day was a few weeks ago). We hiked around, surveyed our plots, and a little after 2 p.m. we started the 40-minute hike back down to our truck.

WHICH IS WHEN THIS HAPPENED.

...Yes, that would be a volcanic eruption.

According to the Hawaiian Volcano Observatory website (also check out their web cameras), rapid deflation of the Pu‘u ‘Ō‘ō Crater floor was detected at 2:05. We started to leave our work site at 2:15. The eruption began at 2:20.

Consider, if you will, this Google Map I have marked, showing the estimated location of the new eruption, and my estimated location at time of eruption. I was about, oh, I dunno, 4 miles (6ish kilometers) from the fissure, down slope (and due south, which is, according to the website, where the lava was going).

We had, by the way, absolutely no idea this was going on at the time. We were a fair part of the distance back down to our truck when our radio started going crazy with chatter about volcanic activity at Pu‘u ‘Ō‘ō, but it wasn't until we got in our truck and started driving back up Chain of Craters Road that we saw the black plume and pulled over to take pictures realized what was happening.

By the time we got to the intersection with Crater Rim Drive, we'd passed a whole posse of government trucks on their way down to evacuate tourists from Chain of Craters, and a roadblock had been set up to keep people out. We got back to the greenhouse, and my boss is like, "Well, I guess we won't be working at Kupukupu again for a while...." I just about died laughing.

MY JOB IS THE BEST JOB. I LOVE MY JOB. I LOVE MY LIFE.

...One of the best bits of today's story is how I'd spent the morning hike up having an extended conversation with our volcano goddess, Pele. It's a thing I do, sometimes, when I'm going to work in the forest; I don't know the appropriate Hawaiian chants, but I like to quietly introduce myself to the forest and beg permission to enter. Today, being so close to the active vent, I spoke to Pele. I introduced myself and described my lineage, explained my reason for being there that day, and asked for her hospitality and, should she care to give it, her assistance. I counted it a win when the sulfur dioxide wasn't as bad as the last time we visited. Looking at the timing of that eruption, though... that happened just as we were leaving. If she had let loose earlier in the day, they would've started evacuating people while we were still well up the hill; I bet we probably would've been buzzed by a helicopter. As it was, she held off until we were on our way out. I asked for hospitality; she exercised her power and showed very clearly that she does whatever she likes, but she chose to let us depart safely.

Mahalo nui loa, Pele. Aloha. Message received.
zolac_no_miko: (happy Clara)
Today was PERFECT. The weather was glorious even in Hilo, and the whole drive up the Hamakua coast was stunning, sun shining and ocean the deepest, bluest blue. Hapuna was, predictably, hella crowded, but not to a bothersome degree aside from the parking. I ate a gigantic motherfucking plate of food, poke and bbq chicken and vegetable shishkabob and coleslaw and green papaya salad and sushi and watermelon and lychee and banana, and then I was full to bursting with food and then I ate a steak. And then I got in the water that was glass-clear and as warm as my skin, and I horsed around with family and friends and played keepaway and bodysurfed even though the surf was pathetic and I didn't come out again for two and a half hours and ohmigod I was so relaaaaaaaxed~!

And then, since we were already in South Kohala and it was a first Sunday, we abducted half the party and went to the Blue Dragon to hear The Olliephonics and dance. I had myself a drink called the Tequila Dragon which had tequila and Grand Marnier and lime juice and mango puree in it; it was basically a mango smoothie with tequila in and it was DELICIOUS. Since I still felt full from the gigantic motherfucking plate of food + steak from three and a half hours earlier I avoided the entrees and ordered the seared ahi and spinach salad, which was also delicious; these little batter-fried slices of eggplant were especially amazing. And as usual The Olliephonics were motherfucking spectacular, and as usual we had a freaking amazing good time dancing, and as usual members of the band and random other patrons came up to our table to tell us how amazing we look on the dance floor, and I think we hooked someone for the blues dance workshop in August, so that's cool. And I danced with my brother to "A-Train", which is his favorite ever swing song (he used to play it when he played alto saxophone for a couple of big band/swing/jazz bands back in high school), and I led sister-to-be Nova more-or-less successfully in a cha-cha to "Oye Como Va", which was hilarious but hella fun, and they played "Mack the Knife" and "Jump Jive and Wail" and "In The Mood" and ALL OF THE GOOD SONGS, ALL OF THEM, and it was sooooooooo fun. ^_^

And my friend Eric (from high school... and middle school... and elementary school) somehow discovered that I was on the island and texted me, so I'm going to have to find time to hang out with him, yaaaaaaaaay Eric! I don't know WHEN, because my schedule for the next MONTH looks like this: wedding prep, partying, working full-time, folk dance, partying, working full-time, wedding prep, WEDDING, wedding clean-up, working full-time, traveling to O‘ahu, traveling to Kaua‘i, working full-time, blues workshop. @_@ But I dunno, fuck it, maybe sometime next week after the WEDDING is over with we can meet up after work for dinner and/or a movie or something.

What is my liiiiiiiiife. ...It is wonderful, that's what.
zolac_no_miko: (Pele says hello)
It has been remarkably stormy this May and June: frequent thunderstorms, snow on both mountains, and tons of rain. (Apparently it was really dry just until I showed up... this is pretty typical for me and rainy weather. ^_^) But it cleared up a few days ago, and I saw Mauna Kea over the weekend for the first time since I got back, which is really kind of sad.

Yesterday evening was freaking glorious. As I left the house for folk dancing at around 6:45, the sun had dropped behind Mauna Kea and it was seriously one of the most beautiful Hilo sunsets I have ever seen. The sky was powder blue; the mountain in silhouette was pigeon gray with just the slightest flavor of purple. Its feet nestled in thin layer of soft cotton, and the summit was crowned by golden rays of light. The whole thing was framed by high clouds, burnished by the sun and delicate, lacy, like gold flakes. Just- GUH.

I spent the whole drive over staring at it and trying not to crash into anyone. When I got there we all stood on the upstairs porch, enjoying the view from Haili Hill of idyllic Hilo on this soft, perfect evening, Haili Street sweeping downward through old Hilo houses to Hilo Bay, Coconut Island and coconut trees, a lone sailboat anchored on the blue-gray water. We watched the sunset clouds turn from gold to tangerine sherbet and wished to vanish the power poles disturbing our view, agreeing that Mauna Kea is the most beautiful mountain in the entire freaking world.

Coming home at 9:15 it was still so clear, and the moon had set and all the stars were out, Scorpio dominating the sky to one side, the Big Dipper to the other, and so many stars in between. I turned off the carport light to look. Gods but I love living in an astronomy town; Hilo's got a population of 43,000 plus and I can see the Milky Way from my driveway. In the space of a minute I saw two shooting stars.

The amount of my happiness is immeasurable.

Speaking of happiness, I haven't told you about my job. I AM LOVING IT. I spend every day outside, in the forest or down on the coast, where it's hot and windy and there's no shade, but the sky is blue and the ocean is blue and the difference between that and a cubicle is broader than the slopes of Mauna Loa. I am doing actual honest-to-god science, and I am learning every day, and I love the people I'm working with, we all get along swimmingly. Stacey's a Waiakea grad and my neighbor; Laureen is from Réunion, France; Chico is a tough chick from Pepe‘ekeo; Susan Dale is the mother of Sarah Dale, my friend and Stacey's; and Mark is as cheerful and friendly and helpful and energetic as he sounded on the phone, and he smiles all the time and he looks a little bit like Val Kilmer. XD

Everything's been brilliant aside from the Unfortunate Saga of Mark, which a couple of you know a little about. We were supposed to go camping last week, but Mark got sick. Then he slept for 16 hours. Then he went to the hospital. Then he stayed in a hospital bed for days on an IV with antibiotics and no food. We saw him on Monday, on his feet again but pale and skinny, the poor thing. Turns out he had an inflamed appendix or something of the sort. He should be out in the field again on Friday.

So, all that and dancing half the nights of the week as well, and sometimes more hiking on the weekends. I am sore and tired and I never get enough sleep and I am SO. FREAKING. HAPPY.

Love you all. ♥
zolac_no_miko: (like a boss)
Mom was on O‘ahu for work today, wasn't going to be home until almost 8. So I cooked. I made chili with quinoa and a salad. The chili was motherfucking delicious if I do say so myself~.

Soooo full of chili, soooooo full.
zolac_no_miko: (New Watson likes jam.)
...Well, this is as good a time as any to be making a post.

So that folk dancing party I went to. It was lovely. Like I said, good food, good people, live music. And dancing! Smiles and laughter. Sampled some of Lon's homegrown homemade chocolate. Good stuff.

Also a bunch of us took an excursion up to Chris and Julianna's place. Chris and Julianna are this lovely young artist couple–Chris is a woodworker, Julianna paints–who live on Lon and Carol's property and, apparently, collect animals. When I met them in November, they had cats, a VERY HAPPY dog named Jeeves, a bunch of chickens, a garden, and a greenhouse full of tomatoes. When I met them again in January, they'd acquired a pair of baby goats. Now, the kids have grown up, and there's also a little sweet-faced donkey named Aster, and a big black cow with three calves, and a pair of Jackson's chameleons, and a flock of ducks, and pheasant chicks, and quail chicks, and a horse.

...Let me tell you about this horse. So Lon and Carol had this horrible sketchy neighbor who was always driving home drunk and getting stuck on their rocks, and he moved away, leaving a dog and a horse behind, and when his caretaker had to leave he told his caretaker to leave the animals to die. Instead the caretaker came to Chris and Julianna. They gave the dog to some friends who love dogs, and they kept the horse. Her name is Grace and she is skin and bones and her coat is bad and her digestion is bad and she is lovely. She's this tiny little roan thing and despite everything she's been through she is so sweet, she is so friendly, she has this amazing temperament and good spirits, and when she's healthy again she is going to be fantastic.

Fuck you very much for leaving her to die, you motherfucker.

Anyway, hanging with the animals is so much fun. They all love people and they get along with each other so well, it's totally adorable. My Dad and I walked down to the bottom of the lot to see the chickens and the garden and the greenhouse and the avocado trees, and the two goats and Aster and Jeeves came with us, and they're all playing together and chasing each other around, and then the cat that was down there poking about joined up with us and joined in the playing, and Grace wanted to play with everyone too but she was in her paddock. Aster's clearly friendly but very shy; if you look right at her she shies away, but she followed on my heels and I stopped once and she put her nose in my hand where I was holding it behind my back. Even the chickens and the ducks will follow you around, and the cow sniffed at my hand but tossed her head in disgust when I didn't have any food for her. I was up there for a good long while, feeding and playing with the animals, SO MUCH HAPPY ANIMAL THERAPY GUYS, IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. T_T

...In other news, read this fic: History, Repeating Itself by [livejournal.com profile] gyzym. It's a multichapter Sherlock Holmes fic (as in, the RDJ and Jude Law movie), an AU where Holmes and Watson are grad students in America and roommates, and it is fucking BRILLIANT. Like, some of you are aware of Jizzy's genius, but this is phenomenal even for her. The best thing I can think of to compare it to is the show Luther. You're reading it and it's awesome, omg so awesome, so very fucking awesome and then HOLY SHIT WHAT IS HAPPENING OHMIGOD AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! Like that. There's part of a sequel, too, Valley Winter Song, but she posted that almost a year ago and hasn't yet posted the rest, so read that at your own risk.

That is all.
zolac_no_miko: (angelic)
Dear Supernatural,

HOLY SHIT!

Love,
Angela

P.S. Crowley, I am still as madly in love with you as ever. Mark Sheppard, would you please consider having my babies?

Aaaaaand that's it for all of my shows except for Doctor Who, at least until various things start up again in the summer. ...At least I'll maybe have a little more free time?

In my continuing adventures in yardwork (thrilling, I know, but this is my life now; when it rains, it pours, but when it's sunny, yardwork), hacking apart banana trunks with handsaws and machete is still immensely satisfying, as is excavating the root mass with a spade. Whilst doing the latter, I disturbed (and was disturbed by) a centipede as thick as my finger and long as my hand. Oh, Hawai‘i. ...Well, no more of that today, anyway; the rain is back WITH A VENGEANCE. It's coming down so hard right now, omg.

Last night Mom and I went up to a friends' house in Kaumana for one of their Mauka Music parties. It was hella fun... potluck dinner with a whole bunch of people and lots of wine (and a dog and some cats, very friendly), and then after we'd eaten and talked story we gathered in the living room with guitars, ‘ukulele, ‘ipu, flutes, drums, tambourines, and various sorts of rattles and maracas to play music and sing. They've been having these parties sort of semi-regularly (my Mom only just recently made it onto the guest list), and they have these big binders with lyrics and chords... tons of songs, all the best, from Bob Dylan to Eric Idle to Queen Lili‘uokalani. We even sang "Crazy" by Gnarles Barkley... or, the cute twenty-something guy with the mad guitar skills and fucking amazing gorgeous voice did (music cruuuuuuuuush) and I joined him, while all the older folks listened, because it wasn't in the book and it wasn't written in the sixties, so they didn't know it, haha. Mom and I were almost the last to leave... we hung out and sang until one in the morning. So much fun, for serious.

In a few minutes I'll be off again... today is the monthly International Folk Dance party up on the Hocker's farm. More good food, nice folks, and live music. And presumably, when I get back, Doctor Who. Life ain't so bad.

Hope all is well with y'all. ♥

ETA: OH YEAH, I almost forgot. Last night my dreams mostly involved me hanging out with Justin Bieber, of all people. HE WAS AT MY HOUSE. He was actually very adorable and cool and sweet and personable. We became friends. I was hanging out with him on tour, and I went with him and his friends to check out this giant mansion he was thinking of buying. This place was insane, it was like a small country. ...Anyway. Wtf.
zolac_no_miko: (lose the necktie more often Danny)
Okay, so I wasn't going to do this, but it seems I just can't help myself. I've changed my mind. There are some things the world just really needs to see, and it would be irresponsible of me to stand in the way of humanity's ability to enjoy these wonderful things.

Things like this: SCOTTY CAAN, PORN COP. ...So, Scott Caan (better known as the new Hawaii Five-0's Danny Williams) was in this AWFUL MOVIE entitled Deep In The Valley that is basically a parody of porn. Anonymous Coward On The Internet has thoughtfully cut out most of the ninety or so minutes that we REALLY DON'T NEED TO SEE, and given us eleven minutes of Just Scott Caan in all his glory. GUYS, THIS IS EITHER THE BEST OR MOST TERRIFYING THING I HAVE EVER SEEN.

As I told [livejournal.com profile] sirona_gs, what's really funny is that Scott's character in this is a cop, and he looks like Danny and he dresses like Danny and he talks with his hands like Danny... basically it's like THIS IS THE DREAM DANNY WILLIAMS HAD ONE TIME WHERE HE STARRED IN A PORNO.

...His name is ROD CANNON, guys, ROD CANNON, come on, you know you need this in your life.

Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] queenklu and [livejournal.com profile] leupagus, like the creepy journal-stalker I am.

In other news, I've only got one South Pacific documentary episode left. Let me tell you, guys, Benedict Cumberbatch's pronunciation of Hawaiian names is SO HORRIBLY BAD, oh god. It makes me wonder how awfully he's slaughtering the other Pacific languages, since I can't tell the difference. ...Benedict, darling, you're trying so hard~! *pinches his cheeks* The series is totally worth it, though, for Benedict's voice the absolutely gorgeous scenery and camera work, and the amazing ground-breaking glimpses of rare animals and the fount of really interesting information. And anyway, he's hardly the first or the last to fail horribly at Hawaiian. *laughs at all of you forever*

...Wow, it hasn't been raining for at least a couple of hours. That would be a first since I got back. I should maybe go mow the lawn or something, while I still can.
zolac_no_miko: (feet!)
I feel like I've earned my street cred as a real live tool-using mammal. I just put my bike back together! Without instructions! By myself! (Okay, my mom provided extra hands on a couple of occasions.) All the bits seem to be in place, it didn't fall apart when I rode it around the driveway, I think I managed to avoid getting any grease on my face, and I only made myself bleed once. Hopefully the same amount of success will apply to our chicken-mushroom broth-vegetable-pressure cooker-thinger dinner endeavor.

Aside from all of that, mom and I spent much of the afternoon figuring out where to hang all of the art and family photos we acquired from Kink's estate.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day... we've got plans to head up to the National Park for some hiking... Napau Crater or Ka‘aha or Pepeiao Cabin or Kahuku or something in the Ka‘u Desert... rain and sulfur dioxide plumes and trail closures permitting, which they might not. If the National Park is hopeless, we may decide to take our mountain bikes to South Point and hit up Green Sand Beach instead. ...SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN.
zolac_no_miko: (cobra enthusiast)
I had a dream I was in the south of Oregon–heh, in Paisley, no less–with my dad and my brother and my young cousin, a four or five year old girl belonging to my Uncle Gary's family (this cousin does not actually exist). We were getting ready to drive back up to Portland where my brother and I would be returned to our mother, when wee!cousin DISAPPEARED. We went looking for her everywhere and talked to the sheriff's office and we were thinking of staying another night so we could look for her, and I was freaking out about having to call mom and tell her why we wouldn't be home that night and admit that we'd lost our cousin. ...She did eventually show up. She hadn't gone far.

Then I dreamed that I was in middle school again. WORST NIGHTMARE EVER, Y/Y?

It's raining. Again. Still. Always. It makes it very hard for me to get out of bed. It's so warm in my basement bed.
zolac_no_miko: (Hawaii's favorite meat product)
I'm back in Hilo, finally. It's raining. Heavily.

...It's nice to know there are some things in life I can depend on~. ♥ ♥ ♥
zolac_no_miko: (I will brush off all the dirt)
Two thunder storms in a row here, guys. What even.

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

ETA: NOW WITH WATERSPOUTS OFF WAIKIKI BEACH :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD



zolac_no_miko: (TARDIS)
Good gods but I love air travel. Give me some wings and a clear day over crumpled topography and I am happy as a clam.

By all rights I should be unconscious... I had a night of four hours of sleep followed by a night of no sleep and an eternity of hauling heavy boxes down flights of stairs. When I got to the airport for my flight to Los Angeles I was more living dead than lively. But it seems a fifteen minute nap at the gate–serenaded by Pachelbel's Canon in D picked out on a red Gibson, accompanied by a chorus of ululating adolescent murmurings in Thai and dreams of an American Disneyland vacation–was enough to revive me, at least for a few hours.

I got a left window seat, which was brilliant; my favorite Oregon places were laid out like a map before my eyes. As the plane climbed the air layers I was given a sweeping view of the entirety of Portland in all its cheerful glory, towers and bridges and hills, forested parks and two great rivers. I caught the very edge of Sauvie Island as the airplane completed its spiral and swept southwards.

Cut for excessive use of purple prose. )

The flight to Honolulu was uneventful. I slept through all of it. And Uncle Gary picked me up and I hung out with him and Auntie Susan and Cousin Darian, and we played old rock songs with an electric guitar and ‘ukuleles, and then, because my timing is BEAUTIFUL and I've arrived in Hawaii in the middle of the Merrie Monarch Festival, we sat and watched the Merrie Monarch hula competition on the television LIKE I HAVEN'T DONE IN YEARS, and I ate fried noodles and ohmigaaaaawd. T_T And then my friend Adam came to pick me up.

GUYS. GUYS. YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THE STORY HE TOLD ME. He works for this audio-visual company that operates out of a local hotel, and a couple of Hawaii Five-0 episodes have been filmed there. And so, after the P. Diddy episode, the cast were hanging out in the hotel club getting trashed, and Adam was up in the booth doing sound, and P. Diddy came up into the booth and started DJing, and then P. DIDDY AND GRACE PARK STARTED MAKING OUT, LIKE, PRACTICALLY ON TOP OF MY FRIEND, like seriously, he had to try to edge away, it was really awkward.

...XDDDDDDDDDDDD BEST TRUE STORY YOU'VE EVER HEARD, RIGHT?!

And now I've seen my Doctor Who, so I can FINALLY GO TO SLEEP, OH MY GOD.

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