I just recently stumbled across KORL at 97.1 on FM radio. Radio? What’s that? In this age of MP3, digital streaming, there still does exist old school radio. I remember the KORL call letters from decades ago, but can’t quite remember what the format was. It’s gone through a number of changes. It is now featuring J-Pop. They claim to be the only FM J-Pop station in the nation, 24-7. They’ve actually been on air for a number of months already. Continue reading ‘KORL’
It’s been a few weeks so I guess it was due time for another visit by the HFD fly boys. This time a sunrise job thus the difficult lighting for the pics.
The weather was bad on Saturday so I didn’t bother taking pictures, but I got a few interesting vapor images on Sunday. Lighting wasn’t particularly good: I need the “mother of all fill-in flashes.†Continue reading ‘Blue Angels – Sunday, 30 September 2012’
Okay, I know it’s October already, but I picked these up from Mojo Tactical last Friday, so it was still September. The kitty pirate flag is available in subdued tan, and black with red bow versions. They’re both pretty cool, but I figured I would actually use the subdued one and the black one would end up a permanent patch book resident, so I passed on that colorway. The “parental advisory†patch has a bad word, so you’ll have to click “more†below to go to the full post view to see the image. Continue reading ‘September Patches 2’
I’ve been slacking a bit on this. I picked these up from Dave at Mojo Tactical earlier this month. I wonder if they have something for the .338 Lapua Magnum and .50 BMG crowd?
I bet the irony of a catchphrase coined by white Australians to denigrate Australians of Middle-Eastern ancestry being used by a “local” against mainland visitors is totally lost on the owner of this sticker. It’s amusing that although it pains him that mainlanders from the CONUS come to Hawai’i to “steal his surf”, his Nissan Pathfinder is nonetheless plastered with large stickers advertising for a mainland company from Hood River, Oregon with a pidgin English name, and a Costa Mesa, California company with a faceted jewel-like logo.  If he really hates everything post-Cook so much, he better ditch his Japanese car and Chinese surf trunks and get himself a homegrown Koa surfboard… and learn ‘olelo Hawai’i while he’s at it. Continue reading ‘Lost Irony’
I’m not going to even attempt to do a full-on test and evaluation on this light because I don’t have the necessary equipment to measure and compare the light output and spectra, and I bought it with my own money, so I don’t want to break it or get it all dinged up doing destructive/failure tests. All the important facts and figures are available online, so I won’t reiterate them here. That said, here we go. Continue reading ‘SureFire Fury First Impressions’
Okay, this is a couple of weeks late, but I dropped by the Waipio Hawaii Okinawa Center on Saturday the 15th with Mitch to see what is usually the last Obon-related event of the year. Most of the usual suspects were there (I didn’t see Alison), and Root and Ckucke made it by too. Here are a few pictures. Root was waiting for an anime-style fight with the nun busting out some mystical sacred weapon. Had two pieces of some very ordinary shoyu chicken and an orange soda for $7 USD. Ouch! Continue reading ‘HUOA HOC Autumn Dance Matsuri’
Picked these up from Shirokiya a few weeks back (and ate them immediately) during some product fair or another, so if you go by now, you won’t find them anymore – you’ll have to wait until next year. The packaging only says “sasa dangoâ€, “yomogi mochi, tsubu-an,†and “ this is an unpreserved product – please keep refrigerated,†and I wasn’t paying close attention to the display at the kiosk, so I don’t know the brand or manufacturer. Knowing how the Shirokiya food festivals go, it was probably someone famous. Oh well. Continue reading ‘Sasa Dango’
Saturday was the first race of what is the third season of RallyCross. Three? Wow! Anyway, they’re doing a bunch of work at KRP and us being the orphan racing event that kinda gets ignored by the track owners, we don’t pull in spectators after all, we got stuck into a small space. We made the best of what we could and it was a fun day. The back corner however was uncompacted and soft. It quickly turned into a rutted moondust silt fest mixed with rocks and mini-boulders. One of my first runs I managed to do this number to the front driver side rim. Didn’t blow the bead though. After the morning heat, I rotated it to the rear and aired up the tire. It held for the rest of the day.