The wife and I recently visited our lawyer's office to update our wills and other legal stuff. After they planted us in their waiting area, I dd a little wandering and began snapping some phone pix of their decor--pretty nice selection, if I do say so myself.
It's the offices of Goodsill Anderson Quinn & Stifel in downtown Honolulu. The flowers are all real, no fakes here.
Thoughts that nudge my mind, posted spasmodically when time and energy permit, lest they escape out of my ears and are lost forever.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Hilo Days: It Weren’t No Chopsticks
I was born with a perpetual musical earworm in my head. Dad could
play the violin, banjo and harmonica, and he passed on his musical genes to me.
Not only did I take piano lessons, I ended up playing the clarinet in the Hilo
Intermediate and Hilo High School bands.
In college, some friends and I formed a folk-singing group and I
played the tenor ukulele, guitar and recorder.
Here’s the story I wrote about my piano adventures in my old Hilo Days website.
A Born Pianist
That summer [of 1956], I picked up
two more activities. I adopted stamp collecting all on my own, but piano
lessons were forced on me.
Mom and Dad always came up with
stuff to cramp my style. If it wasn't Japanese School, it was those consarned
piano lessons.
Sister Dayle had started taking piano lessons a couple of years before
and was really not bad at all. This being the case, our parents decided to buy
a piano.
Now, a family cannot have a piano
in the house with only one child able to play. Actually, I think they had a
grand plan in their heads all the time. The plan was for all their children to
take piano lessons.
They succeeded.
After Dayle had proved that
musical talent ran in the family, it was time for Craig to learn music. Then Audrey,
then Eric, then Karen.
Much to everyone's surprise, I
turned out to be quite good. My regular teacher had quit after I'd been taking
lessons for a year or so (it was not my fault), and Mrs. Kunitomo, who
ran the studio, took me under her wing.
I remember my first lesson with
her. I wasn't doing so well sight-reading a new piece she had given me, so she
started scolding me and telling me that I really needed to practice more. Then,
she asked me how long I had been taking lessons, and I said one year, and she
got quiet real fast.
"Really? I thought you were a
fourth-year student! Then, you're good!"
The Miyamoto Legend grows …
The highlight of my piano career
was a duet I played with a fellow student in a recital at the Gaspro
auditorium. The piece was "The March of Wooden Soldiers." He played
the first piano part and I played the second piano, and we brought down the
house with the lively piece.
Our teacher at that time was Miss
Shinn, and that magnificent performance and resulting accolade kind of made up
for an earlier recital she put on, where everything went wrong. Students had
forgotten their music, the duets were out of synch, music sheets fell off the
piano, and I got confused at one point and had to stop for a second before
continuing.
I continued with my lessons
through my sophomore year in high school, before I was allowed to retire. Throughout
high school though, I bought popular sheet music and continued to play. As
usual, Mom and Dad were right. Piano lessons instilled a deep of appreciation
of music in me during my adolescent years.
My own two sons would benefit from
this experience as well. When they were kids, we forced them to take lessons. Call
it "passing on the agony."
Speaking of the piano, Obachan
surprised me one day. Out of the clear blue, she decided to play the piano. I
don't ever recall her touching the piano before, and I'm sure she never had a
lesson in her life. On this day, however, she sat down and began plinking out a
tune — for some reason, Red River Valley sticks in my mind.
And one day, as I was playing
Elvis' It's Now or Never, she walked over and asked, "Where'd you
learn to play Back to Sorrento"?
Sometimes, Obachan could be
amazing. You just never knew what she could do, or knew.
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Where Hawaii Ranks 47
Hawaii is an expensive place to live. We who live here tend to forget that sometimes. I feel it's my duty as a loud-mouth blogger to bring this up time and again.
So here we go ... again. But I'll start off with something a bit more optimistic.
So here we go ... again. But I'll start off with something a bit more optimistic.
Least-Stressed
City (WalletHub, 2016)
- Fremont, CA
- Irvine, CA
- HONOLULU, HI
- Madison, WI
- San Jose, CA
Most
Expensive Coffee (The Council for Community and Economic Research, 2015)
- HONOLULU, HI ($7.56 average per cup)
- (Tie) San Francisco, CA ($5.99)
- (Tie) Kodiak, AK ($5.99)
- Oakland, CA ($5.98)
- Olympia, WA ($5.89)
Highest Overall
Tax Burden (WalletHub, 2016)
- New York (13.12%)
- HAWAII (11.86%)
- (Tie) Maine (11.13%)
- (Tie) Vermont (11.13%)
- Connecticut (10.9%)
Worst State to
Make a Living (Moneyrates, 2016)
- HAWAII
- Oregon
- West Virginia
- Maine
- California
Where
$100 Is Worth Least (Bureau of Economic Analysis, 2014)
- District of Columbia ($84.67)
- HAWAII ($85.62)
- New York ($86.43)
- New Jersey ($87.34)
- California ($88.97)
Monday, September 19, 2016
Things I Didn’t Know
It’s amazing how ignorant I am. For example, I did not know that:
- If you get a kidney transplant, the original ones stay put. The new one goes in your pelvis.
- From the time of its discovery until it was stripped of planetary status, Pluto still hadn’t made a complete orbit around the sun.
- Matches were invented after lighters.
- Raise the bed of Lake Superior and both North and South America would be under a foot of water.
- If caffeine is your enemy but you love coffee, drink a darker blend; lighter coffee has more caffeine.
- Suitcase wheelies didn’t exist until we went to the moon.
- Saudi Arabia, with all its desert, imports its camels – from Australia.
- It rains diamonds on Saturn and Jupiter.
I did not know that, did you?
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Phone Pix 73: Bed, Bath & Beyond
Bed, Bath & Beyond always seems to display some intriguing items on their sales shelves. They simply invite customers to snap their picture. So who am I to pass up the opportunity.
Here are some pix I took the last time I visited the BB&B at the Fremont Hub in California on April 19, 2016:
Here are some pix I took the last time I visited the BB&B at the Fremont Hub in California on April 19, 2016:
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
The Man in the High Castle (Amazon Prime Video)
If you're a fan
of alternate history science fiction, then you have to watch the Amazon video
series, The Man in the High Castle. But your problem is, it's not on
commercial television—network or cable. You need to be an Amazon Prime Video
subscriber.
To watch it on
your home television set, you need a streaming device like Roku. Or, you can
watch it on your phone or some other mobile device (e.g., iPad, tablet,
laptop).
The Man in the
High Castle is based on the
1963 Hugo Award-winning dystopian novel of the same name by Phillip K. Dick,
the same novelist who wrote Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (1968),
which became the film, Blade Runner, starring Harrison Ford. Other
movies based on Dick novels include Total Recall, Minority Report, A Scanner
Darkly, and Adjustment Bureau.
The premise is
simple and intriguing: What if the Allies had lost World War II? How did that
happen? Well, for starters, the Germans dropped a nuclear bomb on Washington,
D.C., wiping out our leadership. Then, things got worse.
Our western
states are now a puppet government of Imperialistic Japan (the Pacific States
of America), and the eastern half of America is now a puppet government of Nazi
Germany (the Greater Nazi Reich). The Rocky Mountain states serve as a buffer
zone between the two occupiers, who are now in a tense Cold War of their own.
It's 1962. Adolph
Hitler's famous black hair and mustache are now gray. Although under oppressive
rule, and despite the ever-lingering tension, Americans move about fairly
freely. The Resistance is functioning in secret; subversive enemy spies are
everywhere. Bibles, while not exactly illegal, are hard to come by. Everybody's
searching for a newsreel film called, and destined for, "The Man in the High
Castle."
The early
principal cast of characters is excellent and includes:
- Juliana Crain (Alexa Davalos), whose sister hands her an apparently genuine black-and-white movie newsreel showing historical World War II scenes that we are familiar with—the fall of Nazism, Japan's surrender. But how can this be?
- Joe Blake (Luke Kleintank), a double-agent searching for the Resistance contact in Colorado. While waiting for contact, he meets Juliana, discovering later that she's the operative who took over after her slain half-sister.
- John Smith (Rufus Sewell), a former American citizen and now an SS Oburgruppenführer investigating the Resistance in New York. He is Joe's handler and a cunning and ruthless pursuer.
- Frank Frink (Rupert Evans), Juliana's boyfriend, a Jewish-American war veteran fearing for his life. When his sister and her kids are killed in his stead, he plots to assassinate the visiting Japanese Crown Prince and his wife.
- Nabosuke Tagomi (Cary-Horiyuki Tagawa), the trade minister of the Pacific States of America with an agenda that moves toward a puzzling season-ending revelation.
- Ed McCarthy (D.J. Qualls), Frank's co-worker and friend who does what he can to curtail Frank's life-threatening plans, placing himself in dire jeopardy.
Rolling Stone has
named The Man in the High Castle one of the best 40 science fiction
television shows of all time. Season 1 (10 episodes), which I’ve completed, is
currently on Amazon Prime. Season 2 will be available on Dec. 16, 2016.
Warning: If you
are offended by stereotypical racial and religious denigrations, you may want
to skip watching this series. Plus, this was the '60s, so everybody smokes ...
second-hand smoke be damned.
Friday, September 9, 2016
Not So Fun, Fun, Fun
I was watching
the Brian Wilson biopic, Love & Mercy (2015), on Amazon Prime the
other day, so my head is still full of Beach
Boys music today.
There's some great music in the
film, and one can't help but sing along.
Back in the '80s, I used to
walk around the office with earphones connected to my Walkman (remember those?), off-tune lyrics
spilling out of my mouth, just a-rockin' and a-rollin' ...but that's not what I wanted to talk about.
Anyway, Brian
Wilson is played by two good actors: Paul Dano (Wilson in the '60s) and John
Cusack (Wilson in the '80s). The movie covers a lot of his healing relationship
with Melinda Ledbetter (Elizabeth Banks), his second wife. Y'know, Elizabeth
Banks is such a pretty woman ... but
that's not what I wanted to talk about.
Paul Giamatti
played 40-something-ish Eugene Landy, Brian's psychologist, who looked a little
weird with long curly hair. He quickly got on Melinda's (and my) nerves with
his controlling manner ... but that's not
what I wanted to talk about.
Umm ... you know
how you sometimes get into singing along with the radio or audio clip, just
swinging with the lines of a popular song? I do that all the time. And
sometimes I get the words all wrong.
Like I thought it
was "She drives me crazy, like long blonde hair," when the British
group, Fine Young Cannibals, was actually singing, "She drives me crazy,
like no one else."
Which finally brings me
to my point: Ever since the Beach Boys released "Fun, Fun,
Fun" in 1964, I've always thought the accompanist
rift line was (and always sang it as) "You're shooting the line,
shooting the line!"
Good thing I
turned the closed captions on when I watched Love & Mercy. I was
shocked to learn that the actual lyrics were, "You shouldn't have lied,
shouldn't have lied!"
A light bulb went
on in my head. Her daddy
took her T-bird away! Why? Because she told her daddy she was going to the
library, but went to the hamburger stand instead. She lied; she didn't shoot
the line. I should have paid closer attention to the lyrics and not just the
music.
Wrong, all these 50+ years, and
no one corrected me. I feel so stupid.
And that's what I'm
talking about.
Monday, September 5, 2016
Election Yard Sign Survey
Kirk Caldwell and Charles Djou |
Election Day is a little more than two months away, and
it appears challenger Charles Djou has a 3-2 campaign yard sign lead in the
non-partisan race for Honolulu mayor over incumbent Kirk Caldwell
I'm talking of course about the usual plethora of
campaign signs posted along the one-mile segment of East Manoa Road between my
home and Manoa Marketplace. Every election year, I take my survey and
prognosticate based on my count.
Save for the U.S. presidential and the Honolulu mayoral
races, it's a yawner of a General Election coming up on Tuesday, Nov. 8. There are
no state or federal House of Representatives or Senate yard signs staked in
yards, or hanging from hedges and fences. No Board of Education or Office of
Hawaiian Affairs signs either. No Honolulu prosecutor signs.
It's odd, but the candidate with the most yard-sign
support on my little stretch of road I use to get to and from Manoa
Marketplace, Asia Manoa restaurant, and my barber, usually wins the election.
Will Kirk Caldwell's controversial rail-completion plans
get derailed? Are voters tired of what they perceive is incompetence and
deception? Will there be a change in Honolulu Hale (City Hall) this year?
It remains to be seen, but the sign count usually doesn't
lie.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Phone Pix 72: Culture and Occasions
In my Phone Pix Miscellaneous bag are a number of pictures related to culture and the celebration of various occasions. It's time I emptied the bag:
Greeting Cards, Nov. 8, 2013, Safeway Manoa, Honolulu, HI |
Stone Lantern, July 24, 2014, Honpa Hongwanji, Honolulu, HI |
Memorial Plaque, July 24, 2014, Honpa Hongwanji, Honolulu, HI |
Table Centerpiece, 1st Birthday, July 14, 2014, Japanese Cultural Center, Honolulu, HI |
Japanese Kimono Dolls, July 14, 2014, Japanese Cultural Center, Honolulu, HI |
Comics Display, April 18, 2015, Wow! ComicFest, San Jose, CA |
Toy Windmills, March 21, 2016, Fremont Hub Center, Fremont, CA |
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