Monday, April 23, 2012

Highs & Lows

I was flying high on 4/20!!! 

Yup got to about 2500' during a 2.5ish hour flight. It was absolutely amazing!




Then I stopped by work to break a window....not so cool.




But then I bought plane tickets for this really cool bike trip I'm going on!!!




Then I came home and got a 862.82$ bill from Enterprise-rent-a-car...




So I wrote them and, politely, said "F#@K You."




Then I backed over a pipe at camp and broke it....




So Now I'm waiting on the next awesome thing to happen, cause there is no way I'm ending this run on a low point, so if there is anyone out there that can help me out....I'll be waiting.


Monday, April 2, 2012

Finally

It was starting to look like it would never happen, too busy with work, then injuries, but finally I was able to fly. As you all know, because I'm sure I told you MANY times, I love paragliding. I love it so much that I annoy people constantly by talking about it, reading about it, and looking for places to do it. I'm sorry....but not really. I'm passionate about it, some might even claim fanatical, but its my hobby, my sport but also my therapy. I love being up in the air, once I land I'm thinking about the next time I get to go up. Maybe I have gone too far though, I had Kira, Adam and Danielle visiting this last week and we decided to go sky diving. I was excited for this new thrill but the day we chose to go happened to be the "perfect" paragliding day at Kahana. So the entire morning while everyone was nervously waiting to jump out of a plane I was anxiously waiting to leave because I wanted to go do something "fun". When you start feeling that jumping out of a plane is less exciting than your other hobbies you might have a problem. Now don't get me wrong, I had a great time falling from the sky, but flying was ten times better. Everything worked out in the end, we got the boring sky diving out of the way and I got a 30 min flight at Kahana. It was amazing and this video does not do it justice (sorry about the camera angle too) but I hope this helps people understand better why I am so devoted to my sport. Enjoy




Monday, March 19, 2012

Intresting Times in Oahu

Trying to catch up on rest after an eventful week. First we had a Burning Man regional event stay at camp which translates to 96 straight hours of techno music (no shit...it turned of for about 12 minutes total when some one to stoned to DJ, impossible you say, alas no he unplugged the turn table so he could recharge his cell phone....his slightly less stoned friend remedied the situation and we went back to constant house rattling "ungg tiis unggg tissss"). On the bright side the crazy hippy people loved being topless while spinning fire (exhibit a) and looking like Fidel Castro with a purple beard (exhibit b).

                                    
In other news I messed up my ankle though I have told this story sooo many times that I'm having trouble finding the will to tell it once more here, but inquiring minds want to know....
Camp Timberline has a portable ropes course that we take to events around the island. It's basically a scissor lift trailer with a track-leash system that is 17' tall. We have many leashes but few carabiners therefor I brought my own personal carabiner, this proved to be my fatal flaw. My harness was clipped into the leash by a co-worker who had only ever used auto locking carabiners where as mine was a screw gate carabiner, long story short he didn't close my gate properly which allowed it to open when I weighted the harness. Thus I fell 17 feet but due to my cat like reflexes I landed on my my right foot instead of my face. I sprained my ankle but shattered my pride. Moral of the story don't fall 17 feet.



Monday, February 27, 2012

All play and no work...

A few people have been asking about my work so I thought I would try and explain my job as best I could here. It sounds simple enough but I find myself having quite a lot of difficulty explaining just what it is I do. I think this difficulty stems from having so many different jobs, from day to day I do wildly different things, they fall into one of four categories: child care, He'eia State Park, Camp Timberline groups, and training.

I officially work for Kamaiana Kids, which is a 700 employee strong non-profit that focuses on “creating strong children” my division is Camp Timberline but we'll get to that later. The majority of the company works for after-school programs. I luckily do not because these are, for all intensive purposes, glorified babysitting jobs. However we do have a program, “strong bonds”, that we run for the US military, which is basically babysitting. Because this program is “outside our regular work” we actually get paid to do it, which is nice.

I also, on occasion, work at a state park that Kamaiana Kids manages. In Hawaii all state parks are managed by local non-profits, we have a 25 year contract to manage He'eia state park (Hey-e-a). At the park we host weddings, rent kayaks and give guided tours of the surrounding islands and reefs. My job consists of surfing the internet, answering the occasional question or phone call, helping with tours and building projects. My first days there I got to build a shower platform, which was silly good fun (no sarcasm, I really loved it). The tours are...interesting. We give two kinds a Holokei tour (kayaking and snorkeling around coconut island, the same island featured in Gilligan's Island's credits) and the Japanese tour. For the most part I wrangle kayaks, schmooze, and soak up sun but on the Japanese tour I have some interesting duties. For example we serve a “Traditional Hawaiian BBQ”. When I think “traditional” I envision slow pit-roasted pigs, beautiful hula dancers, and island music floating on a warm summers breeze. I, however, do not feel a frozen bag of precooked Tyson's® Teriyaki Chicken thawed on a BBQ with a side of precooked Safeway ribs and frozen ears of corn, constitutes a “traditional” meal. This slight misrepresentation pales in comparison to the “Lei-making” activity. My job is an important one in this case, first I buy pre-made leis, second I cut the string and remove all the flowers that were painstakingly strung by minimum wage workers, third I present these flowers and cut strings to our Japanese guests who, naturally, re-string them and wear them the rest of the day. If they find these activities trite I am spared their displeasure because they don't speak American and I don't talk no Japan words. Overall, though, they smile a ton and take lots of pictures, so it can't be too bad.

Camp Timberline, where I live, is a sprawling camp on a large mountain. Groups come and stay in some of our many different buildings. What I do with them though is still a bit of a mystery because we have yet to have one come up and stay, knock on wood. (side note: since writing this sentence i have discovered my schedule...it is full of 12 and 14 hour days coming up...)

Lastly, with any large corporation, there is training and lots of it. I train on low ropes, high ropes, climbing walls, first aid, tours, company policies/regulations, and life guarding. These are all mind numbing but probably better than real work, I guess I'll find out when I do some real work.

Just to wrap things up, this post took me several days to write, Oahu is awesome, my job is pretty cool, come and visit cause I gots an extra bed. Sorry for the lack of pictures I lost my USB cord...

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Hawaii, same same but differnt

Aloha and welcome to the new and improved Haole in Hawaii blog. Don't worry I will still be posting slightly humorous, poorly written, constantly miss spled stories of my travels. I thought that my blog would be drastically different, seeing that I am in a new country and working a new job but little did I know I would run into identical problem that Korea posed.
Which brings me to the language barrier. In Korea I was often baffled and some times quite vulgar in my attempts to speak the native tongue. In Hawaii I am having similar problems, supposedly Hawaiians speak English but I have yet to see the evidence, I know Im the pot calling the kettle black but they all speak “pigeon”. Take this conversation for example the other day:
“Hello co-worker, how are you?”
“Ya Will I is good, how is you?”
Mind you this is an adult....professional....who's native language IS English. When the locals aren't speaking “pigeon” they are constantly using native words that all sound identical and all contain far too many vowels. A charming example: I work for Kama'ãina Kids in Makakilo neighborhood of Kapolei city on Hamakua Drive. I also work at He'eia park but not to be confused with Heiau park just down the road. Long story short, Korean was easier and I'm totally screwed.
Quick side note: The title of my Blog is now “Haole in Hawaii” which translates roughly to “Whitey in a beautiful land that he is trying to steal from us and ruin everything we love.” Welcome to Oahu!
The other interesting link I have found between the two places is my incredible ability to find jobs that supply mold infested housing. In Korea of course I had my roommate, “Larry” a 5' tall moldy wall behind my dresser. In Hawaii I moved into a “trailer complex” (it's as classy as it sounds) in my room I discovered a wall sagging on rusted nails. Quickly I got tired of the undeniable odor of mold and proceeded to tear out all the carpet and faux-wood paneling to expose the rotted wood work below. After vacuuming a surprising number of spiders and cock roaches I dried out the wall, fixed the roof, and re paneled/painted the wall. The nice thing about my home here is that I can do anything I like to it, and I have the shop/tools to make my wildest dreams come true, can anyone say “indoor hammock with accompanying suspended beer dispensary?”
Below are a couple of videos, the first being the obligatory stop motion video of the sunrise the second, a stop motion as well, is me painting my wall with a 5' tall map of Oahu.
The only internets in my domicile are in my swim trunks, so don't expect another update too soon, though I do have a lot of fun new stories to share.






Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Lost Art of Walking

I started my day with some reheated pizza from the night before. Why is pizza always better in the morning?! (this is one of life's mysteries) I then started walking from north Everett to Lake Stevens. I stopped in a coffee shop for a bacon cheddar croissant sandwich and a white mocha. 

The guy in front of me didn't have any cash and the shops credit card machine was down so I offered to buy his drink, he thanked me and said I made his day. It's funny but "making his day" really made my day. While crossing the trestle I saw two deer bedded down in the marsh below, 

little did I know this was going to be the least interesting thing I saw on this walk. Next I came upon a bra in a drain,


then porn,


then more porn,



then even more home made porn (those were three separate porn instances?!)


and lastly one mint condition Tom Candiotti baseball card.


At the beginning of this post I mentioned "the lost art of walking", I said that because I believe many of us have forgotten how to slow down. I have no where to be quickly but I still drive a car the quarter of a mile to the store. Not to think too much into this but during my walk I was never bored, though I am often while driving, I was never enraged by a "stupid driver", and I got a lot of thinking done including planning my up coming birthday party, my move to Hawaii and even drafted this post. All in all a pretty successful day and all accomplished before 11am.


Quick side note: I was also saddened by the shear amount of garbage on the side of the road. The majority of the trash was empty beer bottles and cans. Something I noticed was that all the drinks were of the shitty-cheap-variety, not a single hoppy micro. There were lots of Mickeys, and Buds, but most of all I counted enough 4lokos to kill a dozen frat-guy-douche-bags. (just another fun 4loko picture...I couldn't resist). So the take away message? People who drink shitty beer are just not good people.