Instead, I cleaned up my bedroom, Maria Kondo'd my closet, put clean sheets on the bed and reset my bedroom Smart TV to the new internet service. Then I watched several movies. The best one was Blue Hawaii, Elvis' 1961 film. It's a bit of a surprise I've never watched it all the way through before with any attention. It's full of machismo, racism, misogyny, sexism, and some serious double entendre. I cringed everytime Angela Lansbury called for her houseboy, 'Ping Pong'. But the scenes of Oahu and Kauai in technicolor are exactly the Hawaii I keep in memories albeit highways less congested and rivers more accessible.
The Coco Palms hotel on Kauai, the main set for the movie is now crumbling under the earth which is consuming it with vines and grass, wind and rain. What happens when mother earth takes over what Man has built?
Stephen King wrote The Stand in the 1970s and when I was 16 or so, I had dropped out of high school and my friend Beth Price was sharing my basement bedroom suite and one night I stayed up until 3 a.m. reading The Stand. It scared the shit out of me then, and it's doing so again.
I get this isn't a war of Good versus Evil, God versus the Devil... but it is an argument for how we are living our lives. Some will live, many will die.
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My dog is a tempo regulator. She comes over when I'm sitting down and taps her toenails, crunches her teeth. I keep asking her what is wrong? She has no answer, but nervously paces around and then collapses in the dog version of numbing out.
A neighbor up the street, Charis an outspoken Cypriot who somehow landed in Berkeley, California, has an old husky and he posted this picture today. It portrays what it feels like to have this kind of love next to you. The heartbeat of a creature who is paying attention and loving us in our best, and worst, moments. We humans could learn a lot from dogs, but we won't.
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