BP PP It is his (Max's) generation that will suffer...

Miscelaneous ramblings from a demented mind. Biker, Surfer, Musician, Scholar, caught forever between the Rough Trade and the Genteel. Dealling with this paradox is my quest.

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Aloha nui loa to you all. Two-Thousand Nine is yours and mine... let's work to make it the paradigm shift that it portends to be and may each and every one of us do his or her part to regain America's honor and respect in the world. We've got a shot. Let's take it.

Aloha No!
First, a little background. Here in the Hawaiian Islands we have experienced a drought that lasted nearly eight years. Something to do with El Nino and the change now to La Nina. It made our winters wetter, more like the way it normally is, but we got so used a true "Endless Summer" that people have become disoriented, confused and downright depressed. The weather broke somewhere around 2004 and that year we had one run of 44 straight days of rain. Folks went buggy. S.A.D.s abounded (Seasonal Affective Disorder). Locals bought down jackets, started sleeping in sweats and wool socks and basically freaked out. As what I will call the "Seattle Syndrome" set in, prescriptions of Atavan, Valium and Prozac were on the rise. Recently, a friend of mine even bought a small electric heater. Our range of weather, at least here on the leward side of Oahu (Waikiki side) ran from gray to cloudy and drizzle to full on tropical downpours to gale-force winds and back to more gray, rain, clouds, wind... well, you get the picture.
Now I can just hear you saying, "Yeah, yeah, poor people had to endure 60 degree weather. What's that? It got down to 58 degrees a couple of times? Wow, call out the sled dogs and rescue teams... and don't forget the rum!" But relativity is on our side and believe me when I say that the past four years have been a flat, friggin' freezin bummer. Not today, however.
The sun actually appeared. The beach was so packed with visitors that the locals couldn't even find a few grains of sand to lie on---and it was toasty warm. Here, see for yourself: http://www.wunderground.com/US/HI and http://www.usatoday.com/weather/forecast/us-states/hawaii-index.htm
Anyhoos, I kinda sorta beleive that there is some cosmic connection between what you do on the first day of a new year and how the rest of the year may (or may not) play itself out.
About a block-and-a-half away from the tiny little sixth-floor box w/ bed that tries to pass itself off as an "apartment" is Kuhio Beach, groud zero for the epicenter that is Waikiki. I made it straight to the public surfboard lockers where my board is stored. It was sunny for reals, albeit windy so I also brough along my wetsuit (that's right, you heard me correctly) that my good buddy Wayne brought me all the way from O'Neils in Santa Cruz, California, the last time he visited. I reacquainted myself with my trusty 11'6" China Surfboards single-fin ripper. It was one of China's old personal boards that somehow I was lucky enough to snag a million years ago. I was ready to paddle out.
As I said earlier, there was nothing but visitors at he beach but I did manage to run into one of my road dogs, Hippy James. I talked him into paddling out wwith me to talk to the turtles. "Going to Church" we call it. The South Shore was basically flat and we got caught in the big lull that happens in the middle of a tide change, but no matter---it was glorious. The water seemed like ice and there was a chill wind blowing out of the North West, somewhere around 9 mph (14 kph).
O.k, o.k.---we are as spoiled as hell---no bout a dout it. But the important lesson here is, as Robert Bly says, "Follow your Bliss." I sincerely hope your day was fantastic too... and that your year turns out the same. Aloha.




A Good Death
I spent 5 weeks visiting my old high-school chum and longtime friend Jimmy Dias in the hospital. After a month, they told him he would have to spend at least two months or longer in a nursing home. He couldn't even feed himself. His stomach ruptured to to an ulcerated lesion and they had to remove much of it. His left leg became swollen and infected because of his diabetes and his heart problems. Toward the end of a month, Jimmy became very despondent. He knew he wouldn't make it and told every nurse and the few friends that came to visit that he was born in Queen's Hospital and he would die there. He just gave up. I was with him almost everyday and then he had a cardiac arrest.
He was in a coma for several days but no one found him when his heart stopped (he was in the damn hospital) and may have been ignored for as long as 32 minutes. He never fully regained consciousness although we had a few days where he shook his head "yes" and "no" and even kinda smiled once. His eyes were vacuous but once or twice he focused on friends and family for a fraction of a second. We like to believe he knew he was not alone.
I had left my number on his bulletin board as I was his only contact person. His family didn't even know he was ill. But then, the coconut wireless began to work and work well. One by one many of his 10 siblings heard about his condition and began to show up. Dozens of Nieces and Nephews and their children came. I was taken in to their O`hana as one of their own. I even got to voice my opinion, based on conversations Jimmy and I had had the previous 4 weeks, as to his wishes.
On Sunday, October 2, the birthday of his only son, life support was disconnected. More than 60 relatives and dozens of children were there, in the waiting room, eating a huge Pot-Luck meal and telling stories of remembrance. At any given time there were15-20 of us in his room with him. The nurse was in about every 15 minutes with another injection of morphine to make him comfortable. His breathing slowed to about once a minute and at any sign of thrashing around or discomfort, the nurse was there with another shot. Jimmy opened his eyes for the first time in three days, just for a few seconds and looked around the room. I told him that "Everyone was there. He wasn't alone." About 10 family members sang songs in Hawaiian for about a half an hour and people were constantly in and out from the feast at the courtyard to pay their last respects. At 2:25 p.m. on October 2, 2005, Jimmy was pronounced dead. People lingered for several hours and came in to talk to him. It was one of the most beautifully profound experiences of my life.
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