She thought she kept hearing fireworks and couldn’t sleep, so we sang to keep her mind preoccupied. In the end, nothing competes with fireworks.

Mothers.

My mother has an interesting perspective of me not living in Hawai’i. To her, this means I instantly have lost my cultural identity and connections. Somehow, I am instantly absorbed into the homogenized American way of doing things (I think) and no longer can do or eat things that are my cultural base.

It’s a very interesting thing to encounter. I’ve basically become Cole.

Apparently I can’t cook and am totally dependent on packaged foods. I also eat a lot of beef. Roast beef or hamburger. I’m not sure which. She’d been surprised I discuss fish.

It’s taken her a few decades but it’s sunk in to her that no, I’m still mostly a hapa-mixed poi dog person who just happens to live someplace that is more comfortable to me… mentally. And well, with roads long enough for me to drive for hours if I want to.

This seems to perplex her sometimes. Ever once in a while it resurfaces and I get all… what the hell are you talking about? Come on, woman! We have a discussion about the types of Spam! Get with it. Sighs. Mom. Really?

Although I do have a kick ass sure fire way to do an oven roast.

Given to me by my mother.

Oh the irony. *grins*

Colour always fascinates me. Now my favourite colour is black. Seriously. I love black. The… ink of it.

This is an “established” colour preference test. Have a go at it.

http://www.viewzone.com/luscher/colortest1.html

Mythology is just… fascinating. Read on, MacDuff…

http://listverse.com/2013/09/21/10-more-psychopomps-of-ancient-and-modern-mythology/

Madrox you are simply awesome 😀

wisdom tooth remains.

apparently my mouth is too small to open. specialist here i come.

OMG THEY ARE SO FLUFFY!