The sun is warming the right side of my face this morning as I look out to endless sea. I imagine someone in california looking this way seeing what's between us. big puffy clouds loom over the horizon and i wonder how far and large they are. i am the line that seperates mauka and makai, mountain and monstrous sea. Ripples slither my way so gentle from my view yet I know they crash with mist spray and churning delight on black rock below. I feel a trembling underfoot and think of Pele but realize that the beast is not the earth spewing goddess but just this dirty dog belly. I skratch my hairy face dry skin salt lick from sweat. I smoke away my failure to quit.
It's still early and I'm the only one out of bed. soon the warehouse will be busy with breakfast smells and public radio news, waiting for the bathroom. sunday brings few plans and little action sofar, perhaps i'll go to the cliffs. at the end of the gully stands a good 40 ft. drop to the crashing waves below. For some fucked reason the locals that were last down there cut out rope ladder. i will have to free climb down to get it and i'm not looking forward to it. I hear movement and maybe I can get the troops to venture with me.
Sharp spear and I get near the leaving. We gather our tools for fishy murder, snorkel and mask. So into the jeep we bump our way down to the cliffs. Once we limbo under the fence line it's into the gully climbing down large roots and rocks of all sizes. you'll notice the water marks tracing there way to the ocean. since the ladder had been cut we threw a rope down the cliff and climbed down. We all got out onto this big rock where tubloads of water rained down on us. We laugh so hard because the water pushes us around with it's force. We stayed for quite some time cheering for big waves until they started getting bigger. They were already good 10 ft. waves and the big ones were coming in at least 15 ft. We scrambled back up the cliff before they got too big and swallowed us whole into the whitewash below. Topside was sun and rock climbing and a nap. I took some pictures and video of pools and a rock sculpture I made.

I've been sick the past couple days. Sleeping mostly. Amanda will be here on Thur. and I hope I'm better by then. Everyone went out on there typical weekend excursions to all parts of the island while I laid on my futon. I wake up sweating and my bones feel like lead. I spent an hour last night trying to vomit hoping it would make me feel better. It did not. At least it's the week-end and I don't have to try to work while I feel like this.

thoughts thinking in a manner of speaking
Hamakua coast dreams pounding like fat raindrops
on tin sin say it a gain cruise in aloha grin morning
sing to the sky
water reflection connection density disection makes rainbows
my mind goes grows tree covered rows for glory
high slow down low day in the sun I feel fine and fine
oh yeah I give my mighty YALP
watch it hit the sea and shimmer glipse the glimmer
in black stone lava swirls down the coast curl border between liquid and land
what are my crazy adventures without my crazy friends lonely
but this is a sardine can world full of slime
little dead fish pieces
foil foibles free slide rule reality
what's to measure memory
we are the wi-fi network interface
gratuitous space
post post haste my letters home
or what's left of it

While I was in Kona last week I met this smoking hot girl named Jenny. She's from Miami and is spending the week on the island. We talked and hit it off but I had to leave to be back at the farm the next day. She gave me her number and I walked away wanting more.
A couple days later I called and she was surprised. Hot girl gives me her phone number, how could I not call. I told her that I would be back in Kona on thur. or fri. and she said she was excited to hang out with me again. I mentioned beers, she said she was stoked. I figure I'll call her and meet her at the Kava bar and then walk down to the beach. Finally someone that can carry on a conversation and look good doing it.

In other news I'm going through music withdraw. The radio here (as with most places) completely sucks. The only thing even resembling rock and roll is the Nu-Metal that gets played on the local clear-channel station. Vomit. THere's a record store in Waimea that I'm going to have to check out. I'm interested in the new Built to Spill cd and also I heard that Portishead has a strange new albumn. I'm sure that Amanda is not only going to have good music with her but also a lot of stuff I've never heard. I've been playing acoustic stuff with Kyle and that's been a lot of fun.

I worked on a painting tonight that I'm pretty happy with. I need some color as it is just black and white. My creative thoughts have been on my longhouse for the past couple weeks. I started it on Sat. and got some of the posts cut and stripped. I spotted out the location for my supports and I think it's going to work out well. I'll post pictures.
I was talking to my brother and he recently got interviewed for a blog documentary or a documentary about the people who started this damn thing. He made history in the first couple years of his blog by posting pictures he took with a watch-camera he has.

I miss drink and dialing my friends. unless I get drunk at like 8 or 9 at night it's too late to call anyone back home.
Someone drink and dial me damn-it!

I went to see the Clestine Prophesy movie last night. It was a one night showing presented by the Hawaii Spiritual Cinema. The opening shots of rain forest were beautiful but I immediately got the "Left Behind" feel from the film quality. I payed $10 to see the movie when I probably only would have paid 4 had I known better. The premise of the film is that an ancient manuscript is found in Peru and the church, government, and archeologist are all fighting for the right to have the scrolls. A laid off high school history teacher somehow finds his way to Peru to search for the scrolls himself. Typical american in Peru gets captured by rebels kind of thing happens and he has to find his way to the ancient ruins where the scrolls were originally found. The idea is good. You know be cool to one another and we will have a jump in human conscience. We can evolve out of our waring hateful ways.
Otherwise it's raining here today and I have to work.

THis building is located at the top of the farm. We also have a warehouse with kitchen, bathroom, and a dry closet for our extra stuff. I'm sitting in the office right now at the old-school barely 56k comp also in the office we have a drum kit and some guitars. All of this is with-in 100 yards of the main road that goes around the island.
So then on work days we all hop in the back of a truck and ride the 1/2 mile down to the fields. From the lowest kava field is a 200 yard walk to the cliffs which is about a 700 ft. drop straight down to the ocean.
Tues. is our first work day of the week. We get up around 6, 6:30 AM
have breakfast and then Zach shows up around 7AM huge as life. He's very exuberant. We have our joint meeting and discuss what we're going to do for the day and head down at 8AM. I'll tell you what we did last week.
We've been cutting down a field of trees to make room for new Noni plants. (noni is a strange fruit that ferments itself like vinagar, good for the immune system among other things) We got the tractor and dug holes for the new plants. Some of us moved to the middle field to work on our new project of planting Vanilla. We're planting them around these smaller trees for shade and so the vines will grow up the branches. Sage brought the other tractor down and tilled the Kava field. The grass had gotten really tall so this was the easiest way to get rid of it. Then we go through the fields weeding and checking the irrigation lines. A lot of the farm that we're working with has been worked on for 3 to 5 years so it's just a matter of keeping the weeds down. It's not hard work and we have a lot of fun. We have some people who try to do as little as possible and that's really annoying. I care about this place quite a bit, and I want to see progress rather than just trying to keep up with the work we already have. Everything moves in cycles. There's one growing season here and it's all year long.
As for whats around. Honoka'a is a small village 2 miles up the road. There's a grocery, post-office, movie theatre (it's only open 4 days a week), a pizza place that's very over-priced, a cafe, library, and that's about it. Everything is more expensive here so I usually don't buy things unless I really have to or to get taro-banana pancakes at the cafe because they're so damned delicious. The only two things that are cheaper here than on the mainland is Coffee and Sushi. I like them both very much so I'm stoked.
There is so much beauty here to see. I've been a couple places but I mostly stay around the farm or go to Waimea to skate. Zach bought us a car last week. It's a 4 seater two-door but it's got a nice stereo cd player. I'm going to throw down some cash for insurance and then we can take it wherever. I want to put a rack on top so I can take a surf-board places. I've been hitch-hiking which is amazingly a pretty reliable way to get around. Either way it's pretty easy to get anywhere on the island you would want to go.

I have paint on my hands for the first time since cincy. Hmm the last time I painted was on my scroll. I wonder if Nick still has it? I took a bunch of scrap wood from the shop and painted them white waiting for the colors to come. I'm not a very good painter at all so practice practice.
My friend Amanda M. is coming out to live on the farm. I'm so excited about seeing her again. It's been like 3 years. I have a lot of stories for her as I'm sure she has more than of few of her own. Something about the 812... I don't miss it. I think she'll like it out here and really get into the farm. She's honestly the last person I thought would want to come out her. I don't know why, I guess I just imagine her living in a city. OF course I never thought that Strick would get married either.

I called Cera a couple weeks ago and told her that I was going to move in with her in Aug. It would be such a mistake to move back to the midwest. I would be miserable and dissapointed with myself for not moving west. I feel bad that I told her that but I was freaking out. Hell I'm stoked that she offered though. I miss her. I miss everyone. You mother fuckers will just have to come visit me.

Leslie. That song I sang that night at the Southgate House... It's coming true sooner than I expected.

So today I worked my first day in the woodshop. It was a lot of cleaning and cleaning but it was fun to look at all the tools and machinery. I'm drunmk. After work we came h9ome to take a shower and then went back to the shop. We playeeds music fro a while and it was fun. dust booogers.


Master of his own universe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!