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Aloha & Mahalo [Pronounced: ah loh' hah & mah hah' loh] pronunciation guide I f 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. I n Hawaiian thinking, words have mana [pronounced: mah' nah], meaning spiritual or divine power], and aloha and mahalo are among the most sacred and powerful. S ay 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. A loha and mahalo are ineffable, indescribable, and undefinable with words alone; to be understood, they must be experienced . D eeper meaning and sacredness is hinted at by the root words of these words. Linguists differ in their opinions as to the exact meanings and

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

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

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 this hope To disappoint you like a dope When she shoots you a bird Saying it was just a joke 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 went Bye Bye! Inside you, you just knew There was something wrong Though it felt so, so true What was giving you some sleep Was

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

Earlier in the day, I had seen a post on Facebook by one of me and my brother's best friends growing up, Bobby.  It 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, or Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers way too loud when she would come to the top of the stairs and shout out to us with that thick accent, &

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