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Archive for August 2007

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I showed up In Hawaii and magical things began to happen. 
It all started with the simple decision-to go. 

Being T/here in Hawaii has put me in a unique space .. 


... that supports personal exploration, oneness and the mystical experiences of Huna, the Shamans about manifesting and tapping into "mana" "Chi" also known as the life force.

With Terry O'Quinn
I have had a tremendous amount of good fortune, starting with this gig on the TV Show, Lost, and the teaching contracts I got, and my reverse commute from my condo in Ka-a-a-va (Yes that's how you spell it).

 I am the hero of my own life.When I think of The Hero's Journey, refers to Joseph Campbell's basic pattern found in many narratives from around the world. The Bill MOyers Interview still rings in my ears....
It starts with sacrifice, from sacrifice comes bliss.My general formula for my students is"Follow your bliss." Find where it is, and don't be afraid to follow it. Joseph Campbell 

Bill Moyers: Did you ever have the sense of... being helped by hidden hands?
Joseph Campbell: All the time. It is miraculous. I even have a superstition that has grown on me as a result of invisible hands coming all the time - namely, that if you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in your field of bliss, and they open doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be.
With Josh Holloway




Great Car I got!

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This Ain't No Maui

Inspector Traveler Uncovers The Truth:

Peter Max: He's Here! and His Baby Is Ugly

Love bead puka shells , tie-dyed red dirt t-shirts,pineapple incense, psychedelic ,black-light posters: the fabulous '60s. Waikiki. has a retro Peter Max-vibe going on in that magical strip of land called Waikiki.

Max mass produced the decade, and Waikiki merchants and tour operators defintiely have mass produced the decadence-- in vitro; a test tube frankenstein of cosmic technicolor, hyperbolic noise; reduced to a delirium of colorful souvenirs, and bold kaleidoscopic packaged tours.


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Bamboo is not a weed, it's a flowering plant, and .like me, 
far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance


I Can Achieve Without A Weave

- Magic August on the north shore of Maui---Baldwin Beach

Growing old isn't optional, growing up is. The science of being mellow for free costs a lot. It's a full-time occupation. Burn rates in Hawaii vary, but one thing for sure: In Maui, it is as reliable and predictable as an episode of Seinfeld.
There's chill and creativity everywhere you turn; a whole mellow-frigging world out there, clarified and codified and grounded in inner slacker and range free-lactose intolerant Willies: Jobless guys who have access to money -- especially a trust fund income or a rich spouse -- and who affects a Lei(ed) back, eco-chic—a.k.a. modern-day bohemian lifestyle. After all, why be a man when you can be a success.
Don't Panic. We're Organic!
They have given up straight society, the treadmill of materialism and consumption and even bathing. They sport the black market wheeler deal vibe. There body language speaks a slang that spits in the street and says, “I want something new everyday.” and “I want to be surprised”.
Eating organic, I run into the herd at Mana. IM'ing pulp free fiction on a cell phone, takes on a more beautiful and more decadent quality in the strangerhood. Gathering in this one big walk-in fridge of an organic health food store, to drink juice made from fallen apples,that's me in the corner-me in the spotlight, losing my religion. Oh no, I've said too much I set it up...
I'm incredulous, at seeing the checkout line crowded with trustie who I figured would be shoplifting their polenta and wheat grass shots. They switch things up for me by whipping out AMEX Platinum plus cards from their backpacks, and taking out some large benjies-freakonomics.
I can hear mid-west receptionists and Soccer SAHMom's talk of responsibility and practicality.
"If only they'd buy hybrid cars and ok, skip the job interview, but get into consulting.They could even ride their bike to work, and wouldn't have to work for the man.".
No, the W2 world is too pedestrian, too mundane, too blue chip.

I feel like a collaborator and sympathizer. I plead guilty to admiring the incongruence of the patchouli-scented promises of a "new leaf", born out of the same sleazy LA/Las Vegas milieu of strippers, surfers, stoners and bikers . They bring glamour, intelligence, danger, sex appeal to Paia, this one-horse town, replacing bottled water and sugar cane as the new "cash crop". Commidified into GNP. They keep this place running like Veblen's leisure class.
Paia is the Trustafarian resort town. If Paia is a business, it isn't Wal-Mart — it isn't trying to be the lowest-priced product in the market. It's a high-end product, maybe even a luxury product. Playing down and out in the Majik kingdom gets you short-listed for a double helping of cool, but don't expect a family friendly Kama’aina discount.

Old Dog. New Tricks.
Instant gratification takes too long. Cinematic instances of my handiwork include talking too fast and too much, drinking too much coffee, and running my show at lightning speed. The quicker I go, the longer it takes. It's not at the speed of light, but rather at the speed of like. That is, however the gods like it. Right now I'm testing/ tracking false/positive for "hanging loose" in the present tense. I did,after all, pack my North Face windbreaker with me, and I 'm not too keen on performing a life hack on my comfort zones.
The other day, the talented Mr Ripley said I had the personality of a Whippet--a small greyhound. If I got to be a dawg, why not a Great Dane, I ain't just nothing but a hound dog in Blue Hawaii, right Elvis? This is where my dreams come true... But in order to come true you first have to have a dream. Mine has alway been the American Dream, but hanging out in Paia makes me think there's nothing really ethical about the work ethic. Yet it does take a certain dreamer with the bravado, and dough , to carve out his own little Disney, and the fruits of life; dreaming with eyes wide open.
Leid-Backspace: East meets West Pacific mix-the not so far east of Tiki Madness

Smooth is fast. The Mess is the message. and these these Island boys chasing those vacation girls are a perfect mess. Their's is a game of waiting for a woman to see the signs of their interest---Sitting, waiting and wishing.
Boarding Pass For The GGG: Hit It And Quit It.
Boys will be boys, and these seize-the-day hedonists have a matter of fact path of hooking up with indie chicks, suicide blondes who are less wheat bread than Wonder; leading them down a trashy club med tarmac, like an infernal connect-the-dots, across the neighborhoods of LA, FLA, NYC and Chicago. Free boarding Passes for the GGG, or "good, giving, and game,"--- Absolute Practice girls, the brahs whittle mellowness down to the big question, "You go with me?", yet you can't imagine any of these girls being offended by such honesty. It holds a lot of salt water. These guys have more GAME than Milton Bradley. AH! The perks of being a wallflower.

Hanging out on Baldwin Avenue, I’m reminded of the first song I learned on guitar at the age of reason 15, Father and Son by Cat Stevens. Time to tap into that laid-back musical persona. Oh wait, it's 2007, I mean Jack Johnson. What a flake I am. Has anyone seen my shoes....Time to ride the mellow wave and become a rainbow Nazi anarchist poser Trustie. I hear Bob Marley in the air...as I linger over lunch at Cafe Des Amis . It's as if wandered through my brother's freshman quad at Princeton in Springtime '85

I'm really impressed; however, with the amount of bad hair days in Paia--Trustafarians, financially backed wanna-be hippies: David "Weave" Roth's who ting -tong their hair. Females also sport this fashion, although more commonly under their armpits. All "locked up", these life-long-surfer White Guy's schtick is harnessing the California surf culture yet far away from the melee of the mainland. They look like Brillo pads and Q tips, malnourished stick figures.
These faux freaks make it appealing to guys like me who know nothing of it. Being perfectly bald, I am blood brother to the trustafarians--- thanks in part to MJ, Michael Jordon, who took the shaved skull from, social outcast to rock star chick magnet status. but I have to slow my roll in Paia.

New trucks and cars, a different accent than the rest of us. The ink-loving public ,are all tatted up-- permanent reminders of temporary feelings. I wouldn't put stuff on my body that I wouldn't put on my wall. The tie-dye Garcia shirt, the rainbow hemp cap and well worn Teva sandals. Something is definitely under the table, part inherited capital, part cash advance, an underground economy that owes a debt to pleasure. I can only remember from years back spending my derilict youth on Cedar Beach, drinking cases of Heineken with Don Quast and Steve Mars-- I got the FICA score to prove it!
In the human race, Trusties are so far ahead, they presumably no longer need to run the race. Yet, I'm pure as New York snow---where , rudeness is a fashion statement, and the deadliest sin, possibly offending the mafia. No native speaker of American English should speak like me, with my LAWN GUYland accent. and "You got a problem with that" abrasiveness who had to make it and not be born into it. Maui is making me feel I have been talking too loud my whole life. It's easy to say goodbye to yesterday today.
In Paia, "Mellow as a cello" and not "Rocking Out" is easy and effortless. It's old skool 1960's. It's counterculture Turn on, tune in, drop out without the drugs.
Surfing everyday to avoid the boredoms of excess. I won't even go as far as playing Hacky sack, or rasing a crop of dental floss, but my sentiments are with them. I appreciate the effort these people make -- it's better than McJobs and underemployment: Ski bums who don't have to wash dishes or watch CNN -- but I'm not going to treat them as if they're making some amazing sacrifice just because they have two gears—let’s party and let’s surf.

Bike. Dine. Drive. Dive. Shop. Sight See.Swim. Snorkel. Been there. Done that on my terrestrial visitations from the mainland. Trustafarians? Keep the change. Now that I have been booted off the HMS Bounty by my mutinous crew, it's on to Oahu.
Aloha. Peace. Out.

Paia Trustafarians

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My Most Under -Rated Travel Experience: the Lahaina- Meat Grinder -Visitor Industry that took a chance on an unknown kid from Los Angeles and made an Aloha Graduate of him!

No Monster Waves until Winter ..but I did see Steve and Dano in Maui, complete with 4-year varsity letters, Portuguese last names and healed acne scars, handing out speeding tickets. Bad Cops. No Donuts. Hawaii 5 OMFG!

Is There life After Luau? A
n OOM "out of money" experience.

One of the best things to experience on your South Pacific vacation, is spending all your cash on things you don't need to impress people you don't know. It ranks as one of the Top Ten Best activities Hawaii has to offer, and Lahiana is no miraculous exception. Giving in to the urge of paying too much for things that comes with a side of Polynesian paradise is truely under rated.

Let's see who can hit this moving target. Let me display my skill--- that is no regard or knowledge for the unwritten rule of this place---take their money and run I'm just a volunteer salt of the earth rainbow lover, with a large supply of energy drinks who wants to dance the hula and be volunTOLD by mainland guilt, Pearl Harbor, Captain Cook, whatever to support the local economy.

Why is there no pine in pineapple? I don't know; but I did stay at a Holiday Inn and saved a ton on my car insurace by switching to Geico.
Lahaina. Even a caveman can do it.

The usual over priced rip-off francised suspects are hawaiianized.---Hard Rock Cafe, ABC Stores(Aloha Bring Cash). Starbucks Coffee. Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. Cheezy(Burger) in Paradise--- . Seeing the world through rose colored Maui Jim's, the surf and sun provide the perfect brain dump. I go into default mode of island wear. I'm " One of those tourists". a temporary colonists, like a carton of milk with an expiration date stamped right on my forehead.

As the locals , indigenous and disadvantaged engage in some parallel hemp induced struggles, they look on in disguist, chin checking me with patronizing "Howz it's", and "Sup Brah" surfer dude speak. Way. No way. I don the loud expensive aloha shirt I charged $85 bucks two days before, at Hilo Hatties--- the Hamburger Helper for Mainland haole (pronounced howlie) Scum! It's just tuition for an Aloha graduate--- an edjamacated expense in a bowl of stupid. When I get home and get the bill--it's called the after life.

What they're really thinking is pu' insai,the contemporary pidgin-english slang term for having sex. literally meaning 'put inside'; getting screwed out of my hard-earned money.

Merchants put you through the meat grinder of souvenir turn and burn shops, with wampum and beaded shells made in Chinese and Cambodian sweatshops for ~$0.12/hour. Mahalo. I feel like I am in TJ, or some Mexican netherland border town. The rage subsides. After all, there is no place on earth like Hawaii. The best things in Hawain life aren't things, they're people---and I have been meeting some fantabulous people -a creamy blend of the fantastic and the fabulous, beyond belief and my wildest expectations....Lisa, Cheryl,Lauren and Chris, Nadine and Sherry, Martin, Javier, Rick, Matt, Zac, Keith, Kyle, Paul H-Tuna, Paul L and Johanna, David S. and others...


I love the smell of fractional real estate time shares in full bloom in the morning. It screams of "tourist trap" yet this ocean FRONT Street- is THE street on the west coast of Maui.

The ambassador of Aloha Don Ho, singing his lazy golden hits with the help of karaoke monitor lyrics was M.I.A. Today, it's the post humorous Izzy's "n Dis Life" soundtrack. Kamakawiwo'ole's tricked up lyrics:. "Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World" The vibe is the anti elevator muzac de jour.




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Sailed over to Maui. Docked in Kahului. Rented a PT Cruiser. On the road to Kihei...Then Big Beach..Aloha from:You'll GO YOUR WAY. I'll Go Maui. Didn't come all the way to Hawaii to eat great pizza--but we did---doubled back to Paia's Flatbread and Company, the accidental pizza maker. $40 Bucks---Why pay less. Almost Authentic Neapolitan New York Ray's; Almost Greenwich Village deep dish Stromboli's.
Hung out with, beautiful-as-god-made-her, Cheryl--- Barefoot, 25 from Petaluma, California. Had the Beach Boys Cali Girls on my iPod. Sang the lyrics to each other...The west coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on hawaii island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand

I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldnt wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls.
Let's build a bridge from California to Hawaii...

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We're on the Big Island, the west side, at the local Starbucks,
 for some Kona Joe, sitting with our friends cream and sugar.

American coffee is "dirty water" and
 Instant coffee takes too long. Kona, however, is "Ono". Tastes good.






Shoveling Sunshine-My First Extended Stay In Paradise




  A Sophie's Choice meltdown over which island or for that matter, which town on the Big Island gets to check into Hotel @nyware--- my memoirs-- I'm  feeling like the Oskar Schindler of travel bloggers-Kona and Hilo , you were nice to me. You get to live in digital heaven-because we all know information on the web never dies.




Kona  has coffee; and where there is coffee there is caffeine, and where there is caffeine, there is (Starbucks) and the  opportunity to do stupid things faster;  and that's where the teachable moments are---because time doesn't exist in Hawaii but being stupid does (has its benefits). Ignorance is bliss. 
1994 Onboard The SS Constitution

As Joseph Cambell says, Follow your bliss"....The irony of Starbucks being everywhere, even in Kona, has its gravitational pull on me---exerting almost cosmic influence on my life! But I will forgo the free wi-fi, go unplugged.  My phone works here too  but so what...






Kona's ocean water almost always reflects a blue Hawaii that leaves me scratching my head thinking " Where is the ukulele and Elvis sightings-Ooh up ahead".  

What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas, I'm sure I'll  see an ABC (Always Bring Cash) soveneir   store soon.

The weatherman diety god Lono's breeze whispers cool, like a pat on the back  and blessing from  Captain Cook's spirit saying, 
SS Independence in Background

"Well done, you found out about this place. Now don't get yourself killed like me for being a stupid Haole.".

Kona is  very inviting, leaving me curious, and with no other option but to stay a while because it's not called the tiny Island, It's called The BIG island--Volcanoes, Waterfalls and Rain Forests. Bring it on!

I take in  the random  passion fruit and flower fragrances and the music and downtown farmer's market laughter barely audible as I tendered  from the mother ship.  It all gets sharper as I reach the dock to smiling locals. This is the not so Far East-Everybody speaks English.(well sort of).

This is not a state of mind like California. This is entirely different, a state of grace--I know they need our Yankee dollar but wait a minute, this is not some outpost, some colony, this is just as much America, or is it? 

My inner monologue, that voice inside my head wants to scream out to the first local-Hawaii is a former Leaper Colony on top of an active Volcano where the only show I liked Hawaii 5 O got cancelled , Mahalo for nothing! -But I can't.  This Samoan guy is part refrigerator, part Mack truck and can squish me like a bug. Besides,I think I'm just hungry.


 "Is it time for grilled and line caught  Mahimahi already? I ask myself a question I know the answer to-"Yes"


Hello Hilo


Hilo is so cool to sail to because, overnight, with a moon lit backdrop, we steam past  Kilauea,the  active volcano lava rivers  spark and spill into the sea, and leave its aftermath of molten rock at the waters edge.  Only the view from Maui's Haleakala offers such a once in a life time view of something you probably never have seen before.


Hilo is artistically bohemian, and in terms of authenticity, is the real deal-papayas, homemade jams, roasted macadamia nuts and koa wood carvings. The Banyan trees are worthy of a hug. It's the type of tree that moved me to tears of joy (For Real).   I've often biked to Rainbow Falls too. That whole area-the nature, the land, the people speak, and it's easy to listen. They seem more resigned to the way they have to live than New Yorkers like me do.

In fact, I  often  took my bike (that I stored on the ship-You could have a surf board or a bike-cool!) I soon realized  the terrain on the Big Island  is  a bit like the moon with all that  razor-sharp geo-volcanic rock. 

 I never asked myself "Am I there yet" on a bike, except for Kona and Maui--It only took  one time to  catch  a sliver of black volcanic rock and flat tire or  in Maui, it's these prickly seeds mixed in with the red clay sugar cane dust that get you.

I upgraded to flat-resistent tires and was good to go for the season and I was back to living happily every after in King  Kamehameha's Kingdom-Don't worry Be Maui...and in the tune of Happy Birth Day to you I sing ...Happy Kona to you,Happy Kona to you,Happy Kona to you,Happy Kona to you,


The Tour

The glamor of being a sailor had me concerned. "Repaint your entire house every month" Buy a Dumpster and live in it for 6 months" But this was going to be a cruise ship-It  was on America Hawaii Cruises. I just wanted a different experience, and I took the first job I could get, which was a deck hand. We sailed for seven  days and each day we had a port of call.

Starting off with an embarkation day at Aloha Towers in Honolulu, then a sea day, and we hit Kauai, Maui(Lahina and Kahalui) Hilo and Kona. It was the best! 

The weather was always temperate and I had the most energizing and spirtually uplifting time, enjoying the weather, the people, the food, the culture and the OHANA-family atmosphere of Hawaii. I have been hooked ever since on these beautiful islands.
The definition of ecstasy is that you are not doing your ordinary everyday ho-hum existence. Shoveling sunshine in Hawaii beats a day at the office.

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Full Frontal Luau






Energy flows where attention goes...


These are the 7 Principles of Huna Wisdom. They are timeless, and designed for people to live joyful simple lives.

IKE – The world is what you think it is
Be Aware
KALA – Everything is possible
Be Limitless
MAKIA – Energy flows where attention goes
Be Focused
MANAWA – Now is the moment of power
Be  Here 
ALOHA – To love is to be happy with
Be Happy
MANA – All power comes from within
Be Confident
PONO – Effectiveness is the measure of truth
Be In Tune




I'm in Nawiliwili, Kauai . Love this place. Attention Follows Energy. Everything Is Energy. Peace and Loveism.

Neurons that wire together fire together...That is to say, the more I do something, the more likely I am to do it in the future.

Neurons that fire apart wire apart---Everyday I stay in Hawaii, is a day away from my addictions and a re-organization and a re-creation and reshaping of my brain and my reality.

"Don't just stand there, do nothing"- In other words, Procrastinate Now!! Seven days can make one weak, but Someday is the busiest day of the week in Kauai. Yet with every new experience I am creating a new reality for myself. Step One: Think your way to a better life.

Loveism

I'm thinking in pictures. Right now, you don't need Power Point to explain my job description but I need it to explain when ShiFt Happens.The trick, of course, lies in knowing when to trust that instant response, and when to question it.
I find it so much easier to think in Hawaiian since I only know,
 like four words:Aloha 
(Hello-Goodbye)
Mahalo
(Thank You) E komo mai (Welcome) and Ono (Delicious).


Kauai is known for its spectacular cliffs, canyons and rain forests. It also has  some of the most picture postcard scenery---white powdered  sandy beaches surround the isle and most are off the beaten path  away from the crowds.

Today I settle for the one closest to town.





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    The phrase - Eddie Would Go - is found on bumper stickers and T-shirts sold in surf shops around the world. Its meaning has never been fully explained to me until I got to Paia, Hawaii last week. It's about the extraordinary life and tragic death of Eddie Aikau, a Hawaiian waterman, lifeguard and pioneering big-wave rider.

    In the 1980's, bumper stickers and T-shirts with the phrase "Eddie Would Go" spread around the Hawaiian Islands to the rest of the world.

    It’s not hard to run into Eddie Aikau these days. From the famous image of Eddie cruising a big wave across the face of a Bank of America check, to the Internet tributes, clothing lines, and Quiksilver’s surfing competition in his honor, Eddie is everywhere.

    According to maritime historian Mac Simpson, " Eddie Aikau was a legend on the North Shore, pulling people out of waves that no one else would dare to. That's where the saying came from -- Eddie would go, when no else would or could. Only Eddie dared.