June 15, 2014

Happy Anti-Family Day!

Today we will have our first rehearsal with the halau leading up to the big festival in August. Those guys are a crack up. We *did* tell the kumu hula that we weren't comfortable being a bunch of mostly haoles and playing Little Brown Gal. Come on, brown isn't even in the "rainbow". We were told that they understand, but isn't the *most beautiful* color in Hawaii the color of its people? Again, as a haole, I don't think I'm supposed to sing about other people's skin color. Hula Blues has been substituted in our set.

Recently the kumu asked our band to pick five days for rehearsal. None of us noticed that the first date we picked happened to be Father's Day. An honest mistake. It wasn't a purposeful act, but some of the dancers flew off the handle and melted down in glorious style in a series of emails. They don't have fathers, but have brothers and brother-in-laws and uncles, you see...

So now we hate brown people *and* are anti-family. At band rehearsal this week we were arguing over who was more anti-family. I said it was mrguy and I because we don't have children. Then there was a certain amount of jealousy over that and others chimed in that they could be *just* as anti-family while actually having children. 

I don't think that's a defensible position ;)

June 8, 2014

Alice Is At It Again

If you don't get the reference, try YouTube :)

I've been deep into family history lately, trying to find the link to my family in Ireland

In pursuit of the further adventures of my great-grandmother, I decided to order some microfilm of court records from the town where she last lived in Ireland. She'd been a public nuisance here in the States, and I took a guess that this was not new behavior. My hunch was right.

On the 13th of March, 1868 she was charged with being "riotous" in a public house, then disappearing into the streets, reappearing later where she "maliciously broke 3 panes of glass" in the house of another complainant.

14 days in Trim gaol.

Go Granny go!

Deliver Me

Today I ran across this note that I found in a pile of garbage on the lawn near a sculpture we were photographing in Honolulu.

"Me" is living the good life if she can get some other human to chase her around town with a bag, don't you think? Although she is taking the bus.

Thank You, Chinese Estate Sale

A few weeks ago bigsis and I went to an estate sale and had a good old time. My regret is not buying the huge pile of mystery cassette tapes with handwritten Chinese labels. Could've been great. But I feel great about my other finds.

Last night we finished watching Master With Cracked Fingers. It's Jackie Chan's first starring role, in a film from 1971 that is largely made from bits of other films. Great outfits, great lamps, a guy who has eyebrows that look like giant mustaches -- and a lot of kicking. What's not to like?

I'm waiting for a very special day to watch Manster:

And then this beauty -- a ceramic wall pocket. Is it hideous or actually beautiful? I'm leaning toward the latter:

Don't know where I'm going to put it yet. Maybe the Lady Bathroom.

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