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Sunday, September 9th, 2007
8:45 pm	Then the storm was on and everyone at center camp was stuck there for the next two hours. So hard to breath, to see, so feel human. I met a very pregnant lady early on and sort of latched on to her for the next hour, which she very graciously allowed. What a goddess, and so hardcore to be so pregnant in those conditions, it was def. an inspriration. She mentioned that if I were in her shoes it just might toughen me up. Maybe, but I'm not ready to find out just yet. I spent those two hours playing and listening to the drummers, and rubbing on attractive people and getting spanked, etc. etc. We all just made the most of it, and then--- a break, and metal in the air, and then, Rain! Almost unheard of on the playa. Just for a moment, and then-- a huge, compleate rainbow that stretched all the way and touched down on both sides of the playa and then it turned into a double with a hint of a third. Every single person was spell bound and so relieved that the dust storm was over we could all see and breath without difficulty. A truely amazing moment.... later my party reunited and I found that they had spend two hours in a closed art car filled with pretty ladys.... I then spent a lot of time trying to get my stuff from Kapilina over to the San diego camp, and we made friends with our neighbors, two couples from Israel, one of whome had a camper and were on an extended three month honey moon, the other from San Francisco, all of them so sweet. They had shade, and I found myself under it after almost passing out from the heat, John ushered me there because he could see it... and they not only let us stay, they gave us wonderful food, chai tea, a comfortable place to do body painting, and so much more. The shade structure pretty much saved me. I was so dried out by then I could just mist myself, drink gallons of water and pray to make it out alive. I did a lot of body painting at that point, which was great cause I could sit in the shade and paint pretty things on naked bodies, pretty much the only thing I could do in the heat. Too bad, cause there were so, so many cool things happening in the day that I just plain missed out on. We went out painted and danced all night though, and drank tea in a beautiful Indian Temple, and I wrote poetry for my Grandmother on the big temple, a place of grief really, that would later all be burned. Hownani and I rode out way way away from everything and did sunrise yoga, and later that night, she and john and I went out dancing, to the largest dome I had ever seen, and cirke de sole dancers doing rope dancing above our heads and another dome filled with beds next door... and then on to another out door rave, with live drumming mixed into the music. The place had risers and a few cages suspended above the croud. John encouraged me to get in one and dance, and being a lover of cages and poles, I gave it a whirl. Then he said: take it all off and dance. I felt a bit shy about that one. No one else was naked, but he just insisted.... I asked some girls in front of my cage and they said hell yes, I should do it. In front of 600 people, suuuuuuuure... so I did, and I danced, and that too, was pretty amazing. Everyone around me seemed to love it, and I gotta say, that kind of liberating feeling can be a burning man highlight for sure. We danced almost till dawn, and then slept for a couple of hours. I feel asleep to prince mixed with kc club music and woke to acid trippers giggling on the roof of the rv next to our tent. A sound that really makes me feel reminicent of when I used to do that and awake to the sun in amazment. I got up there with them and met some more lovely neighbors and smoked a splif until it got hot. The next night, the man burned for the second time. He was hastily built in one day and burnt quickly. The pyrotecknics surrounding him and after him were pretty much over the top. There was an explosion right after that was so big it looked like hiroshima...... so big I wondered how anyone could be close to it. I saw all this from far away otop another Rv. Our exodus was diffucult and sticky. Hownani was supposed to go with us to lake tahoe and be our ride, but she was being called to go with a group of organic salad people to Pyramid lake out side of BRC. So she left us, and we had to figure out another ride with all our stuff, and all our trash, etc. Our Israely friends stuck around with me as long as they could but finally had to leave, and I was wishing we went with them.... John and I went to the temple burn, but getting back to our tent was a fruitless search in a yet another dust storm that we hadn't counted on. We wandered in circles for over an hour, the city had disintegrated, and the street signs mostly torn down or mixed up. We found it, and then I layed down on an air mattress in the dirt and fell alseep. John slept with me for a bit, and thought I sounded like a kitten with turberculosis, it was really pathetic. I was so tired, I was just happy to sleep, even though my head was wrapped in a scarf so I could breath and the dust was just rolling over me. With our people gone, and john gone, there was just me, and a pile of bags, and some glow sticks so noone would run over my sleeping body with their bike. At 4:00 AM, the car with Chris, Dagan, Rose, Chrises son, John and me all took off. That is one too many people to fit comfortably, for a three or four hour drive. We were all so pissed and uncomfortable, like babys with diaper rashes as Johns said so susinctly. We arrived in Reno and John and I immideatly rented our own car. We headed out to lake Tahoe. (Comment on this)
8:19 pm	How can I be so lucky? This extended trip is out of this world. I started with a rough start, stuck in Phoenix for 12 hours and finally out to Telluride a day late after getting stuck in Honolulu. We immideatly went out for a mushroom foray up the lizard head pass with John sir Jessi in the lead, and some psychedelic PHDs and Jim Goen from Fungi Perfecti, smoking and huffing and puffing up a steep trail to look for boletes and chantrelles. There were almost no mushrooms, due to cold weather and lack or rain. Pretty sad, since last year was stellar... but we found some, and the view was incredible. I would ad pics here but they are still on my camara... Hung out with Tony and Valery, my parents showed up, I bumbled around town at night with Will, Bill's son, and met Snail from Puna, who I would later drive to Nevada with. Finally introduced John Corbin to my parents, and they liked each other.... the festival was stressful because it was compleatly unorganized due to many reasons I won't go into. I hope to god it is better next year. It won't last much longer at this rate. My parents and I cooked all day saturday for the cook and taiste, and their homemade costumes were fantastic... my mom ate some special blue chocolate and we went for sushi and walks. I wanted to spend more time with her for sure. Sunday morning John Corbin and Snail and I headed out in the crazy van and leg two of the majical mystery tour. It was a pretty sweet ride as I couldn't drive the thing, and was free to lay in the bed in back, enjoying the beautiful scenery... we had originally planned to camp out those two nights in transition, but changed the plan to staying in really cheesy cool gambling motels on the way to reno. Actually the second one was in Reno, and there were burners everywhere, getting ready to go to BRC and rough it. I really had no idea though. That night, the lunar eclipse happened, and I slept through it, and some dude decided that he wanted to set the man on fire right there and then, so it burned early. He went to jail on arson charges, but later was released cause people thought it was cool. On tuesday around 7:30 Pm we finally pulled in to the dried lake bed that is Black rock dessert. I was forced to lay on the playa and make a dust angel, allowing it into all my crevises immidieatly. Damn it. We pulled into 4:30 and Habitat and the Ka Pilina camp and unpacked the van... Wendy was there, and Robin, and we almost had a corbin reunion already. They let me sleep in the RV which was very nice for that first night. Paul found me and we went on a pretty good tour on bikes... I started out full of energy, but was quickly shocked and astounded by the size and scope of the place, and just how many people there were, and the sound and the energy and the dust, the dust the dust....... I slept good that night.... The next day I went on a treasure hunt, comprised from bits and pieces of clues from a phone conversation the day befor from John, and tried to find Chris and Rose because I knew he would be camped with them. It took all day, which was a fun day, zooming around on Wendys bike, and finally found them clear at 8:00 and Dessert, way way far from Kapilina, dosing under a tarp. We went out that night and I saw amazing dancers and several huge partys, and some kick ass djs with pyrotecknics and it rocked... I slept in their car, and in the morning, had a mini break down because of the heat and my food conundrum. Why the hell did I have my friends in three different camps and my food in a totally different place, I will never know. Meanwhile the heat was incredible, the dirt and dust getting into everything... endlessly. At this point I really wanted to be with John; I needed his loving attention. I'll admit it. RIght after my breakdown, I was about to head out with Rose to do something, and just didn't. Next thing I know, Hownani was screaming out Roses name, and we discovered that she and John had arrived the night before, and had set up camp just around the corner from us. Hownani was on the way to the bathrooms when she passed right by us. It was so incredibly good to see John at that moment I can't even say. I said later I looked like a dried up little fish out of the water. That pretty much describes it. Later that day, Chris and John and I went down to the Deep End, an all day party that was such high energy, its a wonder the sturctures people were dancing on didn't collapse... oh yeah and this is right in the middle of my first dust storm. Everyone in goggles and dust masked, covered, unable to see. Intense. It cleared up as we danced at the deep end, high up above a croud of 600 or so of beautiful people. We went to a club not far from that and drank good tequila, and a hot girl gave me a lapdance... and it went on and on. The art cars were everywhere, the art stunning, the dessert cruel and grinding, the creative energy zinging electrically. The next day we partook of some pure white something or other, and I tried to get to the critical tits parade. I left the group, headed for the middle, and just then a thick wall of our second dust storm just came at me. I thought for a minute and then just headed straight into it, towards center camp, hoping to catch the paraders. Def. not a good day for a parade. (Comment on this)
Friday, August 3rd, 2007
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Wednesday, August 1st, 2007
5:39 pm	Why do bugs hate me? And other deep thoughts..... I have a spider bite on my elbow, and I swear today that ants were biting me on the ass. I'm fighting off mosquitoes on Paul's lanai right now. The sun is hitting me hard as it starts to set. A half mile away, the ocean is a glaring white blur beyond the banana trees and papaya. All of my inner monologue is now in a male, brittish accent. Its kind of annoying, and kindove cool. This is what happens when you watch Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix, reread the same book, watch Harry potter and the chamber of secrets, and listen to Harry Potter and the Half blood prince on cassete tapes (all 12 of them!) in one month. And I have yet to crack the new 7th and final book, the Deathly Hallows. The obsession continues. I realized today that I can more easily remember certain things I was doing when I correspond them to which Harry Potter book I was reading at the time. I have a bad memory, so whatever helps... and its been going on for over 7 years I think. If only the series could span my entire life, I could, like my grand father, remember the details of my whole life. Oh, I was in Kansas City, working on rebuilding the Trocadero with Tony when order of the Phoenix came out in 2003, and so on. How my Grandfather can remember where he was and what he was doing on any given day at a moments notice, I will never know. It's weird now, I've been living in limbo (aka Pauls house) for what seems like a week now. Actually, it's only been 4 days. I'm getting all sorts of psychic feelings lately, and I kick myself when i don't follow them. I'm trying to feel out this new relationship of mine, and I have know idea how it's going. Why do I take everything so personally? Why am I so incenced when people just on the whole, inherently don't trust me? Having to prove yourself all the time over and over and over again, it's getting really fucking annoying. Saturday I drive back over to Puna and my new place, for Tessa and Jimmys going away potluck.... I'm crossing my fingers that my new living situation will work out. If it doesn't it will be very bad. Probably not a good idea to get into a work trade/renting from my bf as well. But thats just the way it worked out. I will certainly be missing the geckos here, esp. Ringo. My plans for burning man are changing, in fact, I seriously doubt I am going now. Fact is, there is noone that wants to go with me, as Paul has backed out. I can't really blame him. Still, going out there my first time, by myself, with no camp or support system sounds like no fun at all. I'd rather spend my money and time on something I know I will really enjoy. John and I have discussed going to both Brazil and Europe, but I don't know how serious he is. Is he for real, or just being Mr. Spontaneous? I do love that about him though. How many times in my last big relationship did I wish to myself that there was a lot more spontanaety? Anyway....... Tomorrow I go for a psuedo job interview with Film guy, and Rubey is going to be working on the job with me, which will be fun. Last time I was working with her, it was door to door for FEEEEEMA. No I don't know how to spell it. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 25th, 2007
9:30 pm	The road to hanna, the bamboo is to dense it looks like fields and fields of giant pot leafs... Jen stands in the entrance to one of the big ol' tree houses on Josh's farm... Josh and Steph's bedroom with steep stairs leading up to another bedroom, and plaster cast of her pregnant belly... (Comment on this)
8:00 pm	So for the forth time in the past 11 months... I have moved again. Actually, I'm in a total limbo because I'm in Kona living out of my car, temp. staying at Johns rental at a place called Kona coffee villas, working on painting a house for my friend Jerri. I've moved 75% of my stuff to Johns lower cabin in Puna, which is totally jungly, overgrown, and with limited ammenities. There is a bathroom, separate, out side my place. It needs more power, solar panals, propain, a new front door, and I'm planning on painting the whole inside...... but I think it will be great. Instead of my last deal which was living with Paul for free, I have to do 6 hours of yard work per week. Or pay $400.00 per month, which is a pretty good deal. I really, really hope it works out. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
7:36 pm	So Maui was fucking outrageous..... It's hard to describe it but every second esp. of the first day, we were like: Maui wowweeeee! I mean, seriously, great and plentiful beaches, no traffic at least everywhere but the west side where we didn't go, less third world feel, not as friendly hawaiians, perfect surfing, more bamboo then I've ever seen, and just wonderful people that we met. Lesean and Blaze owned a compound of houses in town that they just inproved apon as their job, ie making it a place where people could come play music and just play, and then they had a place at Twin falls, with a private waterfall. falls.http://www.hawaiiweb.com/maui/html/sites/twin_falls.html Then at the end of the road to Hanna was Josh's 25 acre farm, just so beautiful with several tree houses and a big screened in kitchen and just gardens everywhere. The whole affect was harry potter meets my grandmothers garden, and It sent me into a phychedelic tailspin.... can't explain it. But Maui def. is alligned with the heart chakra, with green and love. The Big Island is similar but different, it is alligned with the root chakra, with the body, and healing it. There is a different feel and focus. Each island is wonderfully similar but differnt. John and I have plans to go to Kauai next. (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 14th, 2007
11:23 am	PS, I must divulge that that picture of me and john is beyond cute. That was the night we met! It was the last night of Rebirth, and I was soooooo tired due to 4 nights of no sleep and day times of being forced to listen to Ween for 6 hours in a row, that when Tessa had me go to dinner with her and her friends Erin and Brandon and John, I was really out of it. Erin and John decided to spend the night, and it seemed like nooky could happen. We all layed down on the "flip and fuck" and I passed out cold after 20 min. Erin and john I think did it, and then (John told me later) he rolled over and sqeezed me all night long, loving every minute of it. Okay, done being gushy now..... (Comment on this)
11:09 am	covered in geckos Needless to say that months and months have passed. I'm writing cause i just have a cyclone of thoughts and emotions that must spew somewhere. Since I have not written in forever, I'm sure noone will read this, and thats fine. I'm on Paul's lanai, and geckos are coming at me from all direcions, flaring their tummies and sticking out there tongues as if to say, sexy bitch you are mine! They love to crawl on laptops and coffee mugs, esp. did I really just imbed an image? Could it really be this easy? Anyway, thats Paul, who I am living with in Captain Cook, in Kona. And here's my other one: thats john gibbons..... and he lives in Puna, next door to Tessa and jimmy: Really this post is just an experiment to see if these pictures acutally show up. You have no idea the trouble I've had with this thing and pictures....... ah, bloging. Well, this is no Angola blog here, ladies and gents, you wont see me trying to change the world, one oppressed nation at a time. Its all a chronicle of glitter and mud, love and mossy things, jucy boobies and beautiful people. Of me on a quest to find everything I want in life: People who love and support me (and sometimes entertain me) enough money to have what I need, and some of what i want, traveling and camara equiptment mainly, and all that blah blah. I really should be planning my trip in august. Will I hitch hike? Maybe my parents can drop me off on the highway, since they are coming to telluride. This should be intereting..... Current Mood: crazy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 19th, 2007
1:44 am	Heather becomes Foamy and Rants. This to be sung to the tune of Eric Carmans: "Kyles mom is a big fat bitch:" My landladys a evil bitch My landladys an evil bitch She's a bitch she's a bitch she's a bitch bitch bitch Whaaaaaaaaaaat crawed up her ass and died? Lyrical and poetic, is it not? I almost called her with an outburst, but luckily my friend Michael fed me cocktails and talked me down. What would you do if you had to move from a place you loved, to a place with no ammenities, and out door bathroom shanty, and no real kitchen, and the very day after you get moved in, you landlady lets herself in while you are gone, surveys your mess and box of sex toys and calls you at work to tell you A) (in snotty tone) you have too much stuff (well no shit, lady!) B) You're going to have to move everything out of the closet, that has no bar because they havn't gotten around to that and C) you'll have to move everything out of your "bathroom" so they can work on it "some time this week." Why I ask, when there is a whole huge rest of the house that they can work on, would they just now begin In my space, that I have paid rent for? What if she keeps going in, and looking at my stuff? FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK this and Fuuuuuuuuck her. Michael said "don't play her games' but I'm not sure how to tell them to just leave my fucking room alone. They are under this HUGE delusion of grandure that they will finish the entire house in one month before they head off galavanting in Europe for a month to see a fucking sailboat race, and that it will all be done. Thats not possible, unless they hire out the work right now, call more professionals. But somehow, she really believes it will happen. I'm not enjoying being in the middle of it. She should be fucking happy to have a good renter like me. Anyway. I havn't posted on here in forever. A brief update: Put ad in paper the other day for housesitting position (pray for me!) Tony came for a week and it was wonderful and after he worked on his brothers house for 4 days, we went to kona and did Kona stuff: went on a boat to Kealakekua bay for snorkling, went to 67 beach, oh, I had the perfect day that sunday (without tony) my sorong and towl became estrogen blankets on the beach and whales breached and Lulu Meow invited me to her tomatoe farm and I went to the worlds greatest potluck and have been sucked into wonderfulness (when I'm over on that side that is.) Anyway, Tony's visit was very nice, but too short, and his leaving made me very depressed... On March 8th, my mom is coming out here , and two days later my dad joins us for a week of me being Big Island Tour Guide. Should be fun. Directly after that I'm flying out to St. Louis to see Tomber and others and driving to KC to work on colllege portfolio and see some friends there. In April, the Big Island is hosting the reagional burning man: Rebirth. I'm doing publicity for Kona side, and photography during the event, I'm pretty exited about this, it's going to be big and crazy. Right now I'm doing a dream sit: one two year old girl, who's asleep most of the time, and I am forced to hang out in this $2000.00 per night resedentual home at Hualalai and watch 25 movie channels on the big screen. I wonder if they would notice if I moved in? Current Mood: aggravated (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 28th, 2007
11:41 pm	an excert from my own live journal that strikes me.... missing him, damn it. He is texting me this minute with touchingly poetic declarations of his "like" for me on my cell. I am ignoring them, but not sure what to do. I don't want to be his play thing that he can torture, no matter how much I do enjoy his company. Maybe he just wants a ride from me. I just know know. So thats what I wrote before the second time he screwed my over. And there is even a typo that says I just know know, instead of I just don't know. Obviously I did know know. I just didnt listen to my sensable inner monologue that was telling me exactly what was up. Because He DID just want to torture me and DId just want a ride. I have learned so much from this, but I credit him nothing, the asshole. I've learned how compulsive I am about love and sex and infatuation, and how, (like a lot of women) I get so super attached a lot of times when there is sex, and then freak out the other person with those feelings. I know so much intuitively about any given situation, but do I listen to myself? Nope. I just get carried away by crazy emotions and desires....... And for all future reference, I will never as long as I live be with another left handed Virgo. Three in my life is enough, and they seem to be the devil. My god, I feel myself changing in to a cynical bastard who just knows that most people are just out to get something, and will use any form of manipulation to achieve it. What happened to my my childlike innocense, my faith that people are good and loving? Is it necesary for me to put up this wall of mistrust? Something else is really bothering me. I seem to have lost all touch with someone who is or was a dear friend to me. I don't have her address, or her phone number, but she has mine. She doesn't comment on my lj's or respond to my emails. It breaks my heart to think that she is pissed at me, or doesn't care to be my friend anymore. I don't know if she just can't or won't communicate with me or what the deal is. But not having her interest or love or support leaves a little hole in my life where she should be. You know who you are. Whats going on? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
10:50 pm	stevie nicks xeroxed my vagina. Ah, that murphies law thing again. It just makes me laugh. So In the past few days I've decided to be cellabate and very carefull, and not jump into anything, etc. etc. It def feels like the right thing to be doing. How many people have I turned down for sex in two days? THree. Yup. WTF? Two girls, and one guy. But no situation was what I wanted anyway, and thats the whole point. Recently saw the movie the Secret, and am trying to change my way of thinking, to try to allow new things and a patterns to occur. Feels like a form of denial, to not say: I want something. Instead to say and feel like you already have it, to pretend. One thing is for sure, I don't think it will hurt anything. Can visualization actually work? Time will tell. I'm visualizing my new place that I will find in the next two weeks. Yesterday I met a Canadian guy who lives in Kapoho in Puna that wants to interpret my dreams for me. Just when my dreams were starting to get vivid and fantastical and crazy. Current Mood: groggy (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007
8:19 pm	Used I wish I could use myself this well, to propell myself in to a state of love and being in it. I'm just a vihicle for whoever decides they can get what they want through me. Fuck them. My sences are twisted and my snot has its hands wrapped around my head and I'm pissed off at that universe at the moment. I need a camera again. Opportunities are arising, and I just want to take advantage of them, and to learn and put myself in the right place, and the right time. Just because I am here, doens't mean I'm supposed to be here, necesarily. Not all is right, and the stars are not all in alignment, and the unicorns are tripping over twisted metal rods coming up out of the road. If Murphies law is correct, however, and I right now make this conscience decision to save up my Kundalini energy and ignore my carnal desires and channel them into something worthwhile, and rip out this nuvo ring, then that will be the exact moment that I will really need birth control, right? I'm not sure if I want to test the theory. I'm messing with so much, and so are the hormones. I've noticed wild mood swings, but that could be attributed to my emotions and heart being repeatedly jerked around by someone claiming to be my "freind." Why can't I pick a peaceful, uneventful month to experiment with my hormones and reproductive system? I don't know of any peacefull months here, each moment is full and on the brink of uncertainty, exstacy, or lonlyness, re-re-re-re-occuring themes. Current Mood: crushed (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 16th, 2007
8:07 pm	6 days. Hi, Well, I had a tumoltuous 6 day affair after the Hawaiian Electronic music festval that. It was crazy and stupid and wonderfull. I was driving to Amber rays birthday party and picked up a guy hitchhiking (which I will never do again) Jason. We hit it off totally, and spent the next four days adventuring and eating really healthy food, which he is really into. He was actually on his way to her party as well. He showed me an awesome beach in south kona. We hiked around Akaka Falls and went off the trail and swam naked in the river that comes out of the waterfall. We drove back to Puna sat. for a rave, with a loose intention of possibly finding a girl to bring back with us. (i had not much hope of that happening) but anyway, we didn't really hang out much with each other, and he met this girl Areala, who he decided was his true love and soul mate. He and I hung out the whole next day, and then he finallly decided to tell me this fact, and that he was ending our Just started relationship with me. He said he just wanted to be friends. I think he was just using me to get over his last gf, and I was actually his re-bound girl. He thinks we are freinds, but I don't plan on intentionally hanging out with him again, at least in the forciable future. I don't now what the hell he thought was wrong with me, but I felt pretty rejected. Also on the last day we hung out, okay, yesterday, we went back to the awesome beach, and I was stung by a bee on my chest, and I have felt sick to my stomack and really reallly tired since. And I'm really busy working now. Just going to concentrait on work for a while, and I'm going to move after Tony's visit, to an unfinished house I am working on. NOt many utilities, more like a glorified storage space that i will camp in. Sitting for two girls at the moment, 3 and 7, and it's going well. Just took a boat ride through the Hilton Wykaloa Village to a sushi restaraunt for dinner. What weird and bizare juxstaposition my life here is, from scarfing sprouts and ginger in the jungle with trippin' fire spinnin hippies to Japanese buisiness men on business trips with their family, to well, on and on. I think I have a pretty bad allergic reaction to that damn bee cause I feel so weird. Funny thing is, I knew the bees were pissed, and I should have just walked away. There are lots of bees hovering around the showers at Honokaa, and i could read their damn thoughts. Cynicgall thought I had said something about it's mother though. Jason took the bee that stung me and several others and popped them in his mouth like a delicious snack. I am missing him, damn it. He is texting me this minute with touchingly poetic declarations of his "like" for me on my cell. I am ignoring them, but not sure what to do. I don't want to be his play thing that he can torchor, no matter how much I do enjoy his company. Maybe he just wants a ride from me. I just know know. Current Mood: confused (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 7th, 2007
7:22 pm	warning: gushy energy talk about HEMF (Hawaiian Electronic Music Festival) Big Island is all about the body, feeling it, knowing it, loving it, letting the connection between you and the earth sink deep within. This has been the most amazing weekend I've ever spent here. I'm sooooo full, like the moon was the other night. I have loved and been loved by many, and my back pack is full of phone numbers. I just want to cry I'm so tired and so amazed. Def. the best birthday present I could have given myself. I wish all of you could have been there. I went to the first event at a wine bistro in Kona, the place started out small, I recognized many people from Puna, and sprocket who is the coordinator, and quite an interesting person, then the Kona people kept getting wind, and hearing the music from blocks away, and drifting in. Then the groups of people that follow the Dj's like a band, from California, Honolulu, many other places. Ten dj's all amazing. Rainbow bright showed up, and many girls sporting the leotard and furry boots look, which is pretty hot. I forgot to wear my leotard out that night. It was outside, and for once it was raining in Kona. I think the Puna people brought all their damn rain over to my side, which was good cause I know we needed it. I splashed around on the concrete dance floor in the puddles for a good 6 hours, then went home and crashed out. Saw Tosh, a tall guy who moved to the Island right around the time I did. He looks so different now, slimmer, more muscular, and just Exudes sexual energy. Like some kind of potent dancing, twirling scottsman. Drove to Hilo Sat. night for the main event: The Palace theater, an old fashioned venue/playhouse down town. Immedieatly inside was a posh red velveted down-tempo dance floor with Chai, Yerba matte, zebra rugs, squishy chairs, coolers filled with bottled water, vases of orchids, arambutans, orannges, and music. Upstairs and into the theater itself, the dj was set up on stage, and people danced in the Pitt, on the steps, on the chairs, on the balconies, everywhere. Huge croud, and I saw quite a few people I knew. Met some new people who live in Kona, and met a cute dyke named Becka, and we climbed out onto a scaffold and up to the top where we made out in the concrete and the light rain. Also, did I mention, I found Xavior, finally? And Xavior was really great that night, I mean really great. I danced, and danced, and danced, and three different groups came out on stage, dressed in white plastic, robotic elephants, a rainbow tribe on stilts, the croud was part of the art, the action, and made a lot of interesting noise, and Puna people tend to do. Danced for 6 straight hours, lost my shoes, took a few pictures on a crappy disposable camera David and I picked up at Walmart. Wandered back to the Corbin's at around 4 in the morning and didn't get to sleep till daylight..... And then got up after two lovely hours of sleeping for Xstatic Dance! Now, If any of you know me and how well I function after a night with Xavior and no sleep you will wonder How I accomplished this, as well as taking the two little girls with us? Well, I made David make me waffles and coffee, downed a bunch of painkillers for my back, and just went. Last time I had gone, I was forcing myself to dance and literally sweating out Yagger from my skin. Gross. (I am starting to think alcohol is really an evil poison.) I was tired, and I did bring my pillow, but as soon as I got there, I just fell into the croud like I had never stopped the night before. ALl my aches went away, and the extreme evergy of the croud just carried my like a love trampoline. Everyone was so riled up from the festival dance of the night before; that once again Xstatic dance was off the hook. The bands of conectiveness were so palpable I wanted to cry and scream. Three hundred people hitting the wood floor in sweaty union of pure electricity. Afterwards, they decided to continue HEMF at Kalani inside because of the rain, and the dj's continued on until 6:00. The four of us went up and soaked in the pools and hottubs for a while I did face painting on a bunch of people and then back to the dance floor for another hour. So I think I set a record for number of hours danced in a three day weekend for myself. I just heard from Robin that there is an afterparty. Not sure but I may call John and find out about that; want to see the fire spinners. Running out of steam, but am sad that this is over...... Current Mood: ecstatic (Comment on this)
Monday, January 1st, 2007
7:02 pm	Whales and Kramer The last few days I've been in a daze of other people's wealth and beauty. My nanny job working for the evil lady got canceled by her. I was pretty relieved. I got two compleatly different jobs, and they were both absolute cake. When I have to deal with the assholes, I seem to forget how good my job can be, when I'm dealing with nice people. Last night I got paid double since it was New Years eve, to scan through what seemed like 50 movie channels, and file my toe nails. SWEET! Then I went out with this random guy I met at a party I was working at, who lives in San Fran and contracts out painting. He seemed nice, so I went out with him and his brother and brothers girl friend, did some drinking at Huggos on the ROcks, and into a few "clubs" where they had "music" and "dancing." It was okay...... The guy really started getting on my nerves after a while because he Never shuts up, and has no memorie, so I got 50 questions, and then the same 50 questions over and over again all night, because he forgot the answers. Anyway, I checked out his parent's something billion dollar home in Halualoa, and its mariad of carp ponds, water features, fountains, waterfalls, orchid groves, bamboo forests, hot tubs, and just couldn't believe my eyes. I wished repeatedly for my dead camera. Went on a kayak about a mile out into the ocean and after much waiting, a couple of Huuuuuge ones came up several times just about 30 or so feet away. I was overwhelmed at their beauty and sheer size, and kindove scared too. I probably should have gotten out and tried to snorkel, but wussed out. Then I started to get a little sea sick, which was encouraged by my new years hangover, and the bouncing waves. Went back to shore to try not to start puking in the sand, and Kramer walked by ( you know, from "Kramer?") and smiled and sort of checked me out. We exchanged niceties and then he walked off, followed later by his wife, who is a hottie. Current Mood: sore (Comment on this)
Friday, December 29th, 2006
9:28 pm	Happy Birthday to me.... Wellllllllllllllll. I'm 28 now. Old old person I am. Hold on, I just dropped my dentures. Oh, there they are. Under cat number 7. As a special birth day present to me, the Evil Step Mother canceled most of my sit. I have 5 hours tomorrow, (sat) and then I am done. That I can handle. Though I almost stangeld both boys this morning when they refused to change into their swim clothes. So anyway. I still can not believe she did not tip me today. I guess we are not happy with each other. I have a crazy drama playing in my head about me stealing her husband away from her and then having affairs with her step sons in turn. Would make a great drama film staring Drew Barrymoore as me. Oh, now I don't have to work on new years day or eve. I'm going to Lulu's which should be interesting. I think the guys I mentioned will be there. Today, accidentaly stumbled apon the Four Seasons lava pool, which is just like a giant aquarium. I cajoled the lady into letting me in. The water was freezing, but the coolest part was snorkling with Stingrays, Spotted Eagle rays, and a large variety of tropical fish that were not shy at all. Then I santered over to the "adult Swimming pool" where there were at least 8 kids, and did some laps. Afterwards, I headed home and watched "weeds" and cleaned. Later Rubey took me out to the Kona Brew Pub and I drank beer or tried to. They had a liliquio brew (all micro beers there) and a chocolate coffee ale that was like mollasis, and a ginger beer (almost as good as the ginger shandy in Westport.) They were okay for beer but I eventually gave it up and had some Pino. Was great, low key, I love Rubey. I am amped by new lap top on the way to me. Excellent! As well as an MP3 player, finally. Now I just have to figure out the attachment thingie so that I can hear my Ipod through my car speakers. If anyone has the answer to that question please comment and enlighten me. I miss you all, but I am so glad I'm here for the winter....... was going to stab myself in the eye if I had to endure one more Midwestern winter. Current Mood: devious (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 27th, 2006
11:35 pm	Oh yeah, its Tad Taube. Google him and you just get pages and pages... (Comment on this)
11:28 pm	Money = Psychosis? WTF!!!! Rant ensuing. Question: what do Uber-rich people do for fun while on vacation? Have crazy rich parties remenicent of some kind of psychedelic 60's trip with ordourves. Think up scale fuffyness with crazy lava lamps and silver and crab legs and Kenny G band and waiters that will bring you ANYTHING YOU WANT. Hello. Is this not a fucking oxymoron? Now you too can relive the 60's, but in full out millionaire style. I wouldn't be so annoyed, except that this family I'm sitting for has a total micromanaging bEEoch of a mom. The minute she is around her sons (4 and 8) they start screaming, whining, crying, demanding, complaining, cussing, sqeeling, etc. etc. where as if she would just leave me alone with them, they would be forced to do things my way. What is my way? I don't respond to all that bull shit. When they act that way, she lets them do whatever they want. Goddammit, I can't believe I'm going to be with these people on my birthday, and new years day. I've had four families now, and the richer they are, the more fucked up they are. But there is more to the story. There are 5 sons.... four are here. The other two are not from that mom, and they are 25, and 28, and both sweet as can be. I'm totally crushing on the younger one, and the older ones not bad either. The father is named (damn, I can't remember his first name, but the last is Taube- they are polish. The mom is from super -annoying rich lady land. I don't know why he's with her. Did I mention that she was really condecending to me? Yup. I could go on and on with this, but I'm just getting more upset. Must call Linda and talk to her about this tomorrow. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 25th, 2006
11:44 pm	a Sad end... Well, we've had a good long run, and now I'd like to take a moment of silence for..... my camara. It died (I think) a little while ago. It may have been God trying to smite me, because the subject of my last shot was on the naughty side. Then I got a series of shots with black and red stripes all through them. I took it to the beach today, and I swear did not get a drop of water on it (even though I was wading around in a lagoon taking pictures. I'm editing the final shots I took right now on the other computer: the beach "rescue" shots, the Hilo Zoo, and Kukio beach with Rubey and her gf Jerry today (giftmass day). Part of me is secretly elated, because I've been wanting to replace my sony with a digital rebel for some time now. Except they cost, oh, 800 bucks or so? Dang. I guess I'll be camara less for a while. I feel like I've lost a small limb or apendage! Like a middle toe or something. Sigh. Current Mood: melancholy (1 Comment |Comment on this)