Monday, August 11, 2014

Mahalo

Aloha & Mahalo
[Pronounced: ah loh' hah & mah hah' loh]
pronunciation guide
If you learn just two words in Hawaiian, learn these. They are two of the most important words in the Hawaiian language, representing paramount Hawaiian values.
In Hawaiian thinking, words have mana [pronounced: mah' nah], meaning spiritual or divine power], and aloha and mahalo are among the most sacred and powerful.
Say them often as they can be life-transforming and -enhancing. Be careful to use them ONLY if you truly feel mahalo or aloha within. Do not exploit these words for personal gain, and neither cheapen, nor trivialize their use by verbalizing them carelessly or without sincerity.
Aloha and mahalo are ineffable, indescribable, and undefinable with words alone; to be understood, they must be experienced.
Deeper meaning and sacredness is hinted at by the root words of these words. Linguists differ in their opinions as to the exact meanings and origins, but this is what was told to me by my kupuna (elder):
On a spiritual level, aloha is an invocation of the Divine and mahalo is a Divine blessing. Both are acknowledgments of the Divinity that dwells within and without.
Aloha
[Alo = presence, front, face] + [ = breath]
"The presence of (Divine) Breath."
Mahalo
[Ma = In] + [ = breath] + [alo = presence, front, face]
"(May you be) in (Divine) Breath."
Think of them as single-word blessings or prayers.
The following are dictionary definitions using English words, which are approximate translations, at best:*
 
Aloha. 1. Aloha, love, affection, compassion, mercy, sympathy, pity, kindness, sentiment, grace, charity; greeting, salutation, regards; sweetheart, lover, lover, loved one; beloved, loving, kind, compassionate, charitable, lovable; to love, be fond of; to show kindness, mercy, pity, charity, affection; to venerate; to remember with affection; to greet, to hail. Greetings! Hello! Good-by! Farewell! Alas!
    • Aloha `oe!
      [ah loh' hah oe!]
      May you be loved or greeted!
      Farewell or greetings to one person.
    • Aloha kâua!
      [ah loh' hah KAH'oo (w)ah!]
      May there be friendship or love between us!
      Greetings to you and me!
    • Aloha kâkou!
      [ah loh' hah KAH' kou!]
      same as above, but to more than one person.
    • Ke aloha nô!
      [ah loh hah NOH']
      Aloha indeed!
    • Aloha!
      [ Ah loh' hah!]
      Greetings!"
"Mahalo. 1. Thanks, gratitude; to thank.
    • Mahalo nui loa.
      [mah hah' loh noo'(w)ee loh'(w)ah]
      Thanks very much.  
    • `Ôlelo mahalo
      [OH' leh loh mah hah' loh]
      compliment
    • Mahalo â nui
      [mah hah' loh (W)AH' noo'(w)ee]
      Thanks very much.
2. Admiration, praise, esteem, regards, respects; to admire, praise, appreciate.
    • `O wau nô me ka mahalo,
      [oh vau NOH' meh kah mah hah'loh]
      I am, [yours] respectfully,
    • Ka mea i mahalo `ia, Laki
      [kah meh'(y)ah ee mah hah'loh ee'(y)ah, lah' kee]
      The esteemed Laki."
*Source: Pukui, Mary Kawena & Elbert, Samuel H., HAWAIIAN DICTIONARY, University of Hawai`i Press, Honolulu, 1986.
One of the most frequently requested translations is:
Aloha au iâ `oe.
[ah loh' hah vau' ee (Y)AH' oe]
I love you.
 
Ke aloha nô me ka mahalo kâua!
Aloha indeed with mahalo to you and me!

Friday, August 8, 2014

Trashy

I posed the question to any comers on a note left in an office environment to which I received one reply from an undergrad at UGA.  The question was, "Can you have capitalism without waste and poverty?"  Her answer, though lengthy, simply stated that waste and poverty had always existed alongside capitalism.  Therefore, they will continue to do so.

I beg to differ, and this guy apparently agrees.  This article does not address the issue of poverty, but trash is a form of poverty as it relates to goods.  The unusable portion of a product, either as a by product, or in it's packaging is waste.  Not to mention the huge percentage of usable product just dumped in the trash each day from people eating at restaurants, or people who refuse to eat left-overs, and such.  This wasteful mindset is BIG part of the problem that is often accepted as normal.

If normal is to be wasteful, so be it.  Nobody is perfect, but when you read statistics indicating Americans throw over 40% of their food away, we must confess we are very far from perfect and filled with delusions of grandeur as we stomp on the gas pedal and slam on the brakes before stopping at the next red light.

While this new reality show is to "redefine the meaning of trash television", hopefully it will redefine trashy behavior and the need to fight wars over oil we use beyond reason for the lazy lifestyle we have created with this precious blood of the earth we vampirically extract, lackadaisically spew and endlessly defend with military force only to return as addicts for more, more, more.

"about a trash-less future and his goal to "eliminate the concept of waste."

https://tv.yahoo.com/news/trashy-reality-tv-show-focuses-recyclers-050524780.html

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

U Alright?

U Alright?

I'm a survivor
A wanna be thriver
I'm not a starver

Gotta try harder
For the bottom rung dollar

I'm not a scholar
Just a modern day blahgger
Gotta write rhymes
Like a spoken word starter

My goal for the day
Is a little less harder

One small question
Gave me the lead
Gotta memorize these words
For a Wednesday night bleed
Blood from my lips
Written in ink
Another night to stand
And hope I don't sink

Gotta try harder
For the bottom rung dollar
My goal for the day
Is a little less harder

I'm not a doctor
I'm not a lawyer
I'm not an actor
I'm not a soldier
I'm not a beggar

Just call me a sinner

Gotta try harder
For the bottom rung dollar
My goal for the day
Is a little less harder


Monday, June 16, 2014

Fourth Sunday In June

Fourth Sunday in June
Fourth Sunday in June
Fourth Sunday in June
Fourth Sunday in June

Here She comes again
Hotter than the Summer's wind
Hottest sun sets in the West
Fourth Sunday in June
Here she comes again

Shabadabbadoo

Her engines rev like a G35
Riffs & Licks feel like mine
She keeps her power all to herself
No soap, no towels...
Just an empty shelf

She fills you with hope
Just to disappoint
She shoots you a bird
Saying you're SO, SO dope

She passes you a joint
But she won't take a toke,
As she pops another pill
And always says she won't

Shabadabbadoo

Fourth Sunday in June
Here She comes again
Hotter than the Summer's wind
Hottest sun sets in the West
Fourth Sunday in June
Here she comes again

Another year has gone
Like yesterdays fly
The only good to come
Mr. Boston days are done

From the inside you knew
Something was wrong
Even though it felt so true
What gave you sleep
Was slowly killing you
She woke you up
And then had to go
She wanted more
But not as much as you
A weekend trip
Was too much to ask
A trip to the john
Equaled the task
To a mutually inclusive
Head game blast

Fourth Sunday in June
Here She comes again
Hotter than the Summer's wind
Hottest sun sets in the West
Fourth Sunday in June
Here she comes again

Shabadabbadoo









Saturday, May 24, 2014

Hee-Haw & Ding-Dongs


I just watched the movie called The Campaign with Will Ferrell & Zach Galifianakis.  It was described as a "hilarious comedy", but it wasn't.  It was really quite serious although I can see how fans would laugh as easily amused and robotically behaved as many are. 

It was a campaign race of two Southern candidates.  One, a typical Southern douche bag more concerned with his pride than the people he represents.  The other was cast into the race as a strategic move by these arrogant jerks controlling the election, but he was the son of a former politician who happened to be that effeminate Southern male type primarily influenced by his Mama.  You know the kind.  They talk like women and act like women, but they're not gay, at least openly.  They have families and are quite often music ministers at the church.

I didn't laugh once, but I watched the whole thing.  It was so reflective of the way things really do work here in the South, although it was laced with absurdity, it wasn't a comedy at all.  Filled with Hee-Haw & Ding-Dongs, I was reminded of daily life in Georgia, where I have lived most of my life since I was seven years old.

After many years of accepting it as the norm, I finally concluded there is a reason the television show from the seventies was never remade.  It's because people actually live the way it is portrayed on Hee-Haw.  So, after living the Sweet Tea Melodramatic lifestyle all day long, who in their right mind would want to watch this ridiculous state of existence as a form of entertainment?

There is a familiar Bible verse I retain expressing the idea that certain people 'strain out a gnat and swallow a camel' referring to the ruling elite of the time.  It didn't really make a lot of sense to me until years later and after several failed attempts to fit into Southern culture.  Regardless of what time it is, the ruling elite still carry the same trait.

Countless experiences from the streets to the church brought it to clarity.  I remember preachers so passionately praying in the Sweet Name of Jesus with such exuberance, countless high pitched female voices sighing over cuteness, street preachers with bullhorns and bodies built by Burger King, and countless men who drive large trucks with large tool boxes but don't need them.

This is the America they see as worth fighting for.  I guess they'd better fight, because anybody who thinks rationally would see this as a glaring hypocrisy compared to the modesty of Christ, the one these supposedly follow.  Most people I know fight, in a behavioral sense, against this state of being as utterly wasteful, hoarding and gluttonous.  Besides that, other like minded people find this WAY unaffordable, and undesirable.

I submitted a suggestion for a movie title the other day upon request from a podcast I listen to.  I submitted, The End of Hee-Haw & Ding-Dongs, but after watching The Campaign, I'm afraid this movie has already been made.  See, in the end, the Southern douche bag steps down, even after being re-elected.  He repented, so to speak, realizing his sin (or wrongdoing) and he simply turned and walked away.

Here is further evidence of what I'm talking about.  This article was just published on Online Athens today.  My comments follow:


Five Points parking case heard by Supreme Court

ATLANTA | The highest court in the state spent 40 minutes Monday hearing arguments over who owns 22 parking spaces on South Lumpkin Street in Athens’ Five Points.
The Supreme Court must figure it out because the decision determines who gets to park there, members of the general public or just customers and residents of the businesses in the area.
The justices squinted at old photographs, city maps and property plats while attorneys from the city and the property owners made their case. Over the next three to four months, the seven justices will try to figure out the reasoning behind an agreement signed in 1954 between the city of Athens and the business owners.

Regina Quick, a state legislator who is also an attorney for property owner Barry Stiles, told the court the city’s reason for the agreement was to free up the flow of traffic by allowing cars to park in the spaces instead of in a handful of spots parallel to the street. Allowing the Stiles to move a sidewalk opened the area for parking.

“It was not a parking agreement,” she said. “It was a sidewalk-relocation agreement.”
Since the 22 private spaces still prevent parallel parking, the traffic continues to flow smoothly and the public keeps getting the benefit that the city sought through the agreement, she said.
Thomas Mitchell, a lawyer for Athens-Clarke County, said the parking spaces are half on government right of way and half on the Stiles property. The city never gave up its interest in the right of way, and legally couldn’t without action by the state Legislature.

And so, the city should have control over the spaces now since the city can’t legally do anything to benefit individual property owners.

“If that’s not how the agreement works, it’s illegal,” Mitchell said.

Justice David Nahmias challenged Mitchell that the city didn’t lose any right of way because the square footage of the sidewalk remains the same as before it was relocated to allow the parking spaces.

Justice Carol Hunstein said both the city and the property owners benefited from the agreement by freeing up traffic.

And Justice Harris Hines asked how the city could tax the property where the cars park if it claims that land as city property, suggesting that the city understood the land belonged to Stiles all along. Mitchell said Stiles is only taxed on the land he clearly owns.

But Justice Robert Benham lobbed several challenges at Quick about procedural issues that could prevent Stiles from winning the appeal.

This is the second time the Supreme Court has weighed in on these parking spaces.
The first was in 2012 when a county judge issued a temporary ruling in Stiles’ favor.
The top court’s decision then was so narrowly crafted that it required another hearing last year in the county court, which also went in Stiles’ favor. The city appealed again after its second defeat.
The standoff started in 2003 when Stiles tried to tow cars left by noncustomers until the city attorney ordered him to stop.

Follow Walter Jones in Twitter @MorrisNews and Facebook or contact him at walter.jones@morris.com.

***Gabe Newman wrote:

 It never ceases to amaze me the level of sweet tea melodrama our leadership brings to the table. Is this really an issue that needs to be resolved by the state Supreme court? This isn't much different than the big hullabaloo about booting cars in Athens when a near six month moratorium was set on booting because of some constitutional argument about due process when there was already a process in place affording due process, yet it went ignored because the attorneys and commissioners didn't get to have their say. Now, we are sending people to the court room to waste the courts time over parking tickets instead of more important matters. It's like Jesus said about the Scribes and Pharisees, they 'strain out a gnat and think they've swallowed a camel'. It's just a way of calling them self-righteous, and self-important for making mountains out of mole hills, and excitement over less than exciting things. But it is the southern leadership way, and the way of our government in general. We go around the world creating problems so that we can provide solutions. This is a deviant form of salesmanship where a good salesperson "identifies" a problem and then provides a solution, whereby the deviant of our current elected officials, "create" problems to provide solutions to the problems that needn't have existed in the first place setting themselves up as gods in a way; gods of deception creating a need for themselves much like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton. They always get the finger pointed at them because they are black, but mighty whitey plays the same game, he just thinks he's more clever. Having worked for people like this, I know from first hand experience this is a reality. Troublemakers and wasters of time prevent peace and we end up in the supreme court arguing about parking spaces. Oy Vey! They will be made into "footstools", but they won't be available at WalmartS.

http://onlineathens.com/breaking-news/2014-06-02/five-points-parking-case-heard-supreme-court?#comment837367







Wednesday, May 7, 2014

The Alley

Earlier in the day, I had seen a post on Facebook by one of me and my brother's best friends growing up, Bobby which was acknowledging that it had been ten years since his mother, Ruth, had passed.  Ruth was more like a mother to me than my own mother.  I never asked, and I know Bobby was originally from Boston before he and his mom moved South after divorcing from his dad, but from the accent she was from Brooklyn.

I wanted to say something and I did by posting something on Bobby's page.  I told Bobby, "Your Mom was very influential on me and there were two things she said that would always stick with me.  Number one, we would be hanging out in the den...  Ruth would generally stay upstairs when we would come hang out.  She'd let us play the stereo, and watch tv, but on more than one occasion we would be blaring Beatles records way too loud when she would come to the top of the stairs and shout out to us with that thick accent, "Lower that!"  And that's exactly what we would do, because if there's one thing Ruth got it was respect!

The other thing she told me specifically was when her other son Michael came down to visit one time and I being a baseball player used Skoal.  I gave some to Michael because he wanted to try it and within minutes he was sick.  He went inside and told his mom what had happened when she came outside, again at the top of the steps she told me, "Don't give my son Skoal!"  I never did again.  In fact, I quit myself.

Now, this is a lot funnier if you hear me telling this as I was doing earlier that day with a guy at the bar.  First, I told his wife who busted out laughing when I told her as he did as well.  I had been laughing heartily all day long over this to the point of hysterics.  I proceeded to have a few beers (3 pitchers in fact), and then I made my way over to the alley, a favorite spot that no longer exists.

Suddenly, two young lesbians sharing the same name of  Maddie showed up.  One of the young Maddies packed up a pipe and offered up some smoke.  I was already BAKED and I had begun reciting my poem to them which is said with the rhythm of a rap and entitled Morning Sex in the Parking Deck...  This caused more laughter.  So, by this time and after laughing out loud for much of the day, my belly ached and I had reached a point of exhaustion. 

With tears still in my eyes from talking with these two young lesbians who... shared the same name... I leaned back on the bench and looked to my right as another group of people entered the alley.  I swear, one of the people taking her seat just two seats down was none other than funny lady, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, the actress who played Elaine in Seinfeld!  Or, at least I think it was...  My vision isn't what it used to be.

Believe it or not, I am not one to see things, or hallucinate.  So, I reached out and shook her hand, as she did mine.  She simply said, "Hi", but was speaking with the woman who had sat down right next to me.  I didn't interrupt any further, deciding to first to let my laughter subside, and to let the tears in my eyes dry.  Just seeing her (if indeed I did) sent me into more laughter, but all I could do was lean over and try to be quiet without causing a commotion.

By the time I had regained my composure, and sat back up to say something to her; looking over to the right again, she wasn't there.  Poof!! She was gone!!  But an acquaintance of mine was sitting there and was wearing a similar black top that my vision of Julia was wearing.  I looked her straight in the face and said, "You look like Julia Louis-Dreyfus".  It was like an out from my insanity, and an appeal for confirmation, or denial at the same time.  One of the guys in the group was standing there who concurred by saying, "You do look like Julia Louis-Dreyfus", and then the next thing I know everyone made an exit and went back inside.  I sat there astounded, and BAKED to the point where you just want to sit there and meditate.  I did until one of the guys who works there came out the back door.  I took a peek inside, but everyone was gone.

A few days later, I sent the girl I knew at the scene an email asking her if I was seeing things, or what.  She has yet to confirm, or deny the events as I have described them here, but she did stop and give me a hug on the street the other day.  Is that a confirmation?  Maybe she never got the email.  Maybe she hugged me out of sympathy. 

At any rate, she is best friends with a young, funny girl who I adore who is also the girl in the green jacket I mentioned in a previous BLAHG post.  Now, I know the girl in the green jacket's bestie would have said something to her about this, but she hasn't said anything about it either and I haven't asked!!

Anyway, I just wanted to share this seemingly psychotic experience with you because it was like a dream that feels so real you don't know it's not until you wake up. 

If it was really her, then I am sorry I did not get to speak with her.  I think she is one the all time greats and she has been recognized as one by being inducted into the comedy Hall of Fame!  If it wasn't, then perhaps this is a good way to end my long run of street living by being declared disabled by psychosis and begin to draw a government check like so many others in this town!

Regardless, I'm getting back up on stage and while I hesitate to try to expose myself as some kind of lunatic, this was just too incredible to me to just let it sit in my memory banks.  I gotta work it in.  I mean come on, it's not everyday a guy like me gets to hang out with two young lesbians who share the same name only to think I've seen a star sitting two seats down from me in an alley way!

By the way, this is Ruth, Bobby & Michael from days gone by.  On that day, Ruth started the laughter that would not stop, and then whether in my mind, or not, Julia Louis-Dreyfus appeared!  It was truly magical!  So, if I am crazy, it feels great!









Friday, January 24, 2014

Full Wolf Moon Rose

Full Wolf Moon Rose

I took a shot looking at that blurry white line
It was clear to me, someone was talking to me
Full Wolf Moon, the smallest of the year
My stance was centered and at rest
She shown down a little to the right
A slight cut shot on the felt and to the left
Most would call a gimme, but sometimes they're missed
A few loved ones came to mind, but only for support
She stood above in my mind space
Under that night time sky, I was able to see
Her face was shining as always with glee
And, so it was that I kissed
Sister moon shined brighter as if it were a sun
With rays stretching outward, and downward
They reached to the ground
Touching precisely that blurry white line
My eyes do not see the way they once did
But, no spectacles are needed on the table I play
My sight is just fine as I shoot by the light
Full Wolf Moon Rose just last night




Full Moon Calendar 2014




January 15th Full Wolf Moon 11:52 pm

February 14th Full Snow Moon 6:53 pm

March 16th Full Worm Moon 1:08 pm

April 15th Full Pink Moon 3:42 am

May 14th Full Flower Moon 3:16 pm

June 13th Full Strawberry Moon 12:11 am

July 12th Full Buck Moon 7:25 am

August 10th Full Sturgeon Moon 2:09 pm

September 8th Full Harvest Moon 9:38 pm

October 8th Full Hunter's Moon 6:51 am

November 6th Full Beaver Moon 5:23 pm

December 6th Full Cold Moon 7:27 am