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October 13, 2004
don't fuck with Mr. Zero
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Snaps:
Cameraphone quickies...
 
Aside:
Recently in the 'blog...
hysterical
I'm listening to a pocast called "As the Fur Flies"....
vocabulary
Overheard while Katie was playing with a male playmate:...
misplaced
In my local library, Amy Tan, Stephen King and V.C. Andrews are stocked in the young adult section....
premiere
Just came back from the season premiere of Lost in Waikiki....
speak
Alex just caught his reflection in the car window, waved at it, and said "Hi. Baby!"...
 
Pith of Pop:
Recently reviewed...
Death Proof
Kind of like Q.T. himself.
The Sopranos
I think everyone has a Livia in their life.
Ocean's Thirteen
He plays Willy Bank, who is the spawn of Donald Trump and Satan.
Brokeback Mountain
At the end, I kind of felt like I'd been hit by a bus.
Half Nelson
I keep coming back to Ryan Gosling's big, sad eyes.

Did I ever tell you I once spotted Pele?

I did.

Long ago, just before I met Ryan, I went on a circle island drive with a couple of friends of mine. Both were fellow transplants from the mainland.

I had done a little research about Hawaiian mythology before I moved here. I knew, for instance, that people reported sightings of the old girl. She supposedly still hangs around by the volcano and in Ka'u, usually wearing a white dress with a purple sash. She also reportedly carries around a small dog. Being the skeptical sort, I think I shrugged and thought "how quaint".

So these two friends of mine and I rented a car and started off driving to Kona. We went to Hapuna Beach; then walked around and took pictures at Puuhonua o Honaunau. We kind of aimlessly drove around sightseeing for a little while and, since we had camping gear with us, looked around for a likely spot to spend the night. At one point, around 9 or so at night, we found ourselves in Ka'u, which is the southern area of the Big Island, not far from the Volcanoes National Park.

Dear Denby Fawcett: If you won't retire, will you please consider getting better-fitting dentures? xoxo, Jen

It was very dark; I think there was a new moon, because the sky was clear. We were possibly off the road. I was laying down in the back seat. My male friend was driving; my female friend was next to him. Suddenly, I heard my guy friend slam on the brakes and my girl friend shriek. I bolted up and saw a small person on the side of the road.

"What the hell was that?", someone asked.

"An old lady", someone else said.

"With her dog."

"She had a dog?", I asked.

"Yeah. Did you see that dress? It's like she was going to a party."

"Was it white?", I asked.

"Yes."

Pele.

You're supposed to offer a ride, says the legend, or she'll make you sorry. If I had been driving, I would have turned around. I was afraid the guy friend would make fun of me, so I didn't say anything. But now, whenever we go to the big island and we visit the Jaggar Museum, I walk by the wall with the portraits of Pele and I quietly say hello.

Candice Bergen would have been a much better Martha Stewart than Cybill Shepherd. I'm still scratching my head over that


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