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2011 in Review

Whoa, did that happen? That was freaking amazing! Seriously, who gets to have a month like that, not to mention a whole YEAR? I didn’t earn a lot of money, but wow, I am dizzy with the wonder of what I did do.

January: We did our annual winter skitter up to Vancouver. It seems the husband and I do this every winter and we always enjoy it. Also, I got my first totally vitriolic hater comments for this post in which I asked some questions about digital rights.  Some people really hate it when you ask questions.… continued…

Forgotten But Not Gone

My Dad doesn’t really know who I am any more. I think he’s aware that he’s got a daughter out in the world, and that her name is my name, and she has certain qualities that I have, but he doesn’t associate those things with my physical self. Dad, who was a mathematician and a V1 kind of guy and a white collar criminal, Dad, he of the punny and absurd wit, is losing his mind.… continued…

A Hui Hou, Uncle Bill

Bill Tapia

Uncle Bill Tapia passed away at 103 years old. I got to meet him when he was approaching 99, he’d just bought a house and joked that he was on a 30 year mortgage. He was teaching at the Kalama Days of Discovery, a festival that acknowledges and celebrates the connection between Kalama, Washington and the Hawaiian islands. I’d gone to take photos. Uncle Bill was hanging out between sessions in a little lounge room in the community center, I went in to introduce myself and to explain that I was taking photos for the festival organizers.… continued…

Pahala Slideshow

Slideshow misbehaving? Here’s the static photo page.

And I may have got some names spelled wrong; I welcome corrections, I’m happy to make it right.… continued…

The Kid with the Tattoo

The kid is a live wire. He’s jittery, his presence makes me nervous, afraid, almost. From where I sit I can see him staring at himself in the wardrobe mirror with great intensity. It’s not right, it’s not just vanity, it’s something scarier. Meth, I think, or blows to the head. There’s an electricity coming off of him that makes me give him a wide berth when he walks by. I watch as the other kids greet him and ask him what he’s doing here.… continued…