Pier 38. United Fishing Agency. Bad TLA for Hawaii or anywhere with a Samoan-speaking population…
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A few months back I inherited a few boxes of light bulbs from ckuke and dave, sorted through and was going to craigslist the lot but instead found that its the blue planet 100,000 bulb blitz month!
So I exchanged mine; for this!~
Thanks dave and ckuke!
Squirreled one of these at the office. What a nostalgic flavor… in a good way (unlike a Twinkie, although the white krapp inside is the same).
So I’m flowing from H1 Eastbound onto H2 Northbound and there is a green Taurus crawling up my back bumper. After the merge, our lane becomes the second lane, with a fast lane starting from nothing on the left, and the two lanes from H1 Westbound coming in from the right. Instead of simply getting into the empty fast lane (considering he wanted to go fast), he swerves all the way into the furthest right lane (the slowest lane), then weaves through traffic to eventually make it into the fast lane near the Ka Uka off-ramp. Wahiawa that’s why? What’s up with Hawaii drivers and the “pass on the right” habituation?
(0)It’s barely into October and Pearl Highlands already has xmas banners hanging on the parking lot light poles! WTF?!?!
(0)The albizia trees are in full bloom for the second time this year. Have fun with your allergies! Wonder if all the delusional folk who complained about the State cutting down their “pretty trees” along the H2 corridor realize that this tree is to blame for all the doctor visits and allergy med copays for themselves and their kids?
(0)So I get into the “down” elevator on the 3rd floor lobby level at QMC POB-1 and press “2”. This large sour-faced woman standing by the button panel sneers loudly and snidely, “This elevator is going down“, thinking I may have wanted to go up but got into whichever elevator opened first. “Yeah, ” I spoke as dryly and matter-of-fact-ly as possible, “2 is down.” She shrunk as much as her bulk allowed. Some maintenance guy in the back of the elevator with a service cart laughed out loud.
(0)About three hours before flight time, the counter finally opened. The staff was all ANA employees. I got omiyage with no problems and it all fit in my X-Ray. Immigration went smoothly as usual, and I got some angry oyaji sushi from Ganko and a large iced cafe mocha from Tully’s. The sushi was not terrible, considering this is a chain restaurant, and the coffee also not terrible. I wouldn’t rank Tully’s above CB&TL or Lion, but it is better than Starbuck’s swill. Continue reading ‘Boarding’
Sitting at KIX now, poaching their free wireless internet. It’s super slow, but it’s free, unlike HNL. It was going good for a while, but once in a while, it bogs down or completely disconnects. Blazed in from Okayama on the first Shinkansen then stashed bags in a coin locker so wandering around Osaka would be less of a chore. After wandering around Tsutenkaku and some shrine complex (I can’t remember the name right now), I got back to Namba, had some lunch, and headed here. My flight isn’t until 21:30, so the check-in counter is still Cathay Pacific and not Hawaiian Airlines. There are some Hawaii-based musicians here with their instruments waiting for the same flight. I want to hurry and check-in my bag so I can go buy omiyage, head to the gate, and get some sleep. Oh, they’re closing the Cathay Pacific flight, so it should be soon… -ish. …maybe.
Nicely, this cheap hotel in Okayama has wireless internet. Actually, the wireless router is unsecured and not set up, so if I was an ass, I’d go in and give it some screwed-up password. Today was a trip out to Onomichi and Kurashiki to see old stuff after yesterday’s trapsing around Naoshima looking at some great collections of art both classic and contemporary, and getting that mental limit of what constitutes art and what doesn’t stretched and massaged. Contrary to the feel of the town put forth in fiction like Kamichu!, Onomichi feels like a place that has forgotten its Kami like an inconvenient burden. Walking its steep, meandering hillside paths, one should be greeted on every turn by the town’s cats, at least according to the tourist blurb. All I saw were three or four sickly cats and one “lost cat” poster. Continue reading ‘Kami, Neko, and a Dude in Chinese MultiCam’