i woke up very early this morning, while it was still dark. let in the cat, who had woken me up with a plaintive meow, and who seemed spooked. through the leaves and branches of the acacia saw the full moon setting, grabbed my boogie board and walked out, a block and a half away, to the beach by the rockwall jetty. the sea was calm, glass. perfect. paddled out to the edge of the fringing reef that was beginning to reveal itself in the lowering tide. then further out some more, to deeper water. then i just lay there watching the moon set beyond Lanai, floating there until sunrise. knowing that i'll be doing this again and again, until the humpback whales return for the winter, which is very soon. then maybe i'll paddle out even farther, to listen for the songs...

yesterday at sunset (click for overall view of scene)...

3:30 p.m.

...going for a bike ride up by Lahainaluna HS and through what used to be sugarcane and pineapple fields, in the foothills of the West Maui Mountain range. but not before placating my Berkeley friend and colleague Chris who, after his bitter lament, compels me to change the title of one of my categories at left, to something perhaps more fitting, if terribly cryptic. ;-) explanation to come later on, this evening. unless any of the aforecharacterized 'adults' might want to venture their own analysis first -- without looking it up! HA. lol

[ i bet Catherine could explain this one easily, given her protean literary experiences. or Damien, who i'm sure has seen the word in a musical/pianistic context. i'm really looking forward to your paper/essay, Laura! ]

okay, see ya clowns later. *snicker* (link added after i noticed Ozzie's response to it.)

...anyway, it's 7 p.m.ish and I've just ridden back up to the house and am all RED -- from my hair down to my feet. I only wore a pair of shorts when I went mtn.-bike riding, and sandals. So, the red dirt and dust of the former pineapple/sugarcane fields is all on me and in me right now, thanks to a couple of spills, one passing truck and one motorbike enthusiast who churned up a cloud of red lava dust for my utter enjoyment. My pores are packed with dust, my glasses thick with it, my hair solid with it (thanks to what must have been a quart of sweat), and now my iBook keyboard is acquiring the color of ripe peaches.

I just wanted to log on quickly and see if Trev was online, and he was, but juuuuust as I started to write him an AIM missive, he logged off. I had an important question to ask you Trev, regarding that particular decision (you know what I mean), so if you're reading this now, and if you go back online, leave me a message. Thanks! This is because right now I have to get showered and get dinnered. Anyone else leave a message too, at the sound of the beep. ;-) MEEP-MEEP. -- The (Red) Roadrunner.

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