It's been two weeks since you looked at me...

procured baby goats from nearby goat milk farm
Solsticed at crunchy commune
creeped on by "Josh" from recycling center (*using dolly* "I save my back for other things")
showed kids how to use their shelter in a Hilo-style rain vis-a-vis crawling
showered naked in Hilo-rain
cut the ever-living crap out of my feet on the lava rocks in da ocean at yacht club
procured free drinks from older gents at yacht club vis-a-vis dancing
hitchhiked to nudist beach
made new friends at nudist beach
picked 7 gallons of ripe coffee cherries, earning miniscule cash
showered coffee farmers with charm, garnering respectable cash
found baby lamb dead
lost at raspberry fight with little dudette. ouch.

I'm a hazard to myself

Life choices for today:

Sit in shade at beach for 1 hr (+2)
Sit in sun at beach for 2 hr (-4)
Put keys in bikini top and drop them on pavement (-10)
Find keys immediately (+10)
Vaguely flash entire bayfront whilst picking up keys (-2)
Work on homemade presents (+20)
Eat half a bag of [vegan, barley sweetened] chocolate for dinner (-7)
Run to pharmacy for toxic hair removal (-12)
Purchase vodka, Peregrino, gum, and Cosmo while on run for toxins (-44)

Evidently I am regressing. Today I feel like a 19 year old version of myself. Nay, I am exactly like the 19 year old R. Nair? Really?? Though in no way does it vibe with my crunchy ethic or aesthetic...it does a killer job, I do declare.

funk da pain away

Perhaps ye noticed my propensity to entitle postings with [looooose] allusions. This allusion is to a song by the oh-so-talented Peaches. I would really check it out.


Much of my fun socializing times has been with Cuz's funk band, Bump City. For every reason you would think it would be. Funking it out, crazy courageous dancing, free beer.

Oh yeah, and I designed their logo. Groupie or roadie? You decide.

Happy New year's eve!!

Of ships, and shoes, and bikini wax

Now that I am in the eternally paradisical environment of Hawaii, I decided it is time to take things into my own hands. Not only can I not bother with scheduling appointments, but I just don't have the cash...given that I am now for the first time officially a vagabond.
Time to wax 'er up.

Not one to hyperbolize, I cannot exactly describe my ordeal as epic...but it did involve some serious study of hair growth direction. Am I supposed to be intimate with myself on such a level that I know which direction the hair grows? It is like a fucking jungle down there! Guerrillas, rogues, dissidents...the whole lot. There were several times I experienced all the pain with none of the benefit of actual hair removal because apparently I can't discern growth direction.

The wax was vegan: sugar, chamomile, lemon juice water. The wax wasn't even technically a wax, that is how hard core I am.

Of poi and poi

Vegans love poi!

a) Hawai'in dish of taro root and water, often fermented, and pureed into a starch soup. Traditional side. An acquired taste, 't'would seem.
b) Fire dancing, twirling

Vegans love poi. Vegans love definition a because the dish is totally local, natural, and made entirely sans animal products. Vegans also tend to be crunchy and thus love delving into things awesome and earthy like fire twirling.

Me and God

He rules the world
With a staff and rod
We're a team
Me and God

This is an actual country song. This song was actually requested by a couple to be played by actual people on their actual wedding night. I listened to this song on the way to the gig with my cuz, one of the actual people actually performing this. Walter T. Frick. Whilst carrying various musical instruments up various stairs, I almost passed out from laughter thinking about these actual lyrics.

Settling in, in an unsettled way.

There has been shadow stuff a plenty. In fact, there were 2 days last month when I was OFF. Miserable, in a word. And it is totally tribal. Feelings of loneliness-induced melancholy. Rings of muladhara stirrings for sure! I had heard that the Big Island is linked with the root chakra and me thinks this is for sure a factor.

Working with the aina (earth!), swimming in the ocean, hiking in Volcano, living with family, plus the mellow vibe of the island...I mean, I feel grounded here already. But living with my cousin, his wife, and their 5yo and socializing with their couple friends with 2.3 children, 1.3 cars and 1.0 mortgages... I'm missing my tribe! The mid 20yo vagabonds who are totally unsettled and living in flow motion! Aah when I talk to Naropans...ooh I had a good crew with them.

Unsettled. (Wow is hanging out with these parents and their amazing kiddos ever making me appreciate my freeeedom!) This is also the first time in like...eh...ever...that I don't have a plan! I have a wedding to go to in Massachusetts in June but day-to-day, month-to-month...I'm a woman sans plans! This openness is definitely uneasy, but I am totally vibing it.