Studying as Subversion

They gather in darkened hallways, cloaked in hoods. A secret handshake, a flick of the wrist, and the message is transferred with no one the wiser. However, they must be careful as the everwatching nemesis is lurking, ready to pounce. Okay, perhaps study groups don't have the cloak and dagger glamour we've come to expect from a 007 movie. If you're asked to picture a study group you might imagine a bunch of honor band geeks sitting around some wooden table in a suburban home, or perhaps a bunch of passed out frats who really intended to get to that studying but didn't quite make it. And yet, despite these unassuming guises, study groups have been a point of student rebellion against the system. That is, if they're done right.

Birthday 2008 - Sock it to me?

Robert January 21, 2008. Another orbit round the sun, and I find myself turning 27 years old. Somehow I'd survived another year on this turbulent planet despite near misses by cars, buying and sailing a boat, and walking two miles home through questionable neighborhoods at midnight. Usually I did a decent job of mitigating risk, and I guess that paid off. To celebrate, I planned to treat Eric and myself to a nice relaxing evening at my favorite Thai restaurant, Keo's. However, the evening held a few surprises lurking around the corner.

Storm is a Brewin'

Tropic Moon December 4th, 2008. The winds were howling all day long through the Ala Wai small boat harbor. On the bright side, the winds were all coming from the same direction. As such, our boat was pulled taught against its mooring lines that kept it inside the slip and away from bashing into rocks or other boats. Also, there hadn't been any rain of consequence that day. Little did we know that all that would change come evening. What we had experienced during the day was only a gentle prelude to the storm that would strike in the middle of the night.

First Sail and Survey

Edge of Boat It was a pretty big moment for us. We were committing ourselves to buying a sailboat and we needed to find out if we actually liked sailing. Most people would try sailing on someone else's boat first, see if they enter in the projectile vomit olympics, and then decide. Our first sail would be the survey sail halfway into buying our sailboat. The boat broker already had a signed contract and the owner had already accepted our offer. And so, we found ourselves out at the 400 row of Keehi harbor on an incredibly mild day, about to go sailing. Our first sail on what would be our first sailboat.

Bulkhead Repair

Bulkheads before Bulkheads--they're big, they're brown, and in my case they're rotten. Water had long since wormed its way through the sealant at the chain plates and one window and down into the interior of the bulkhead. A bulkhead is what they call the interior walls in a boat. These babies don't experience stresses like walls do in buildings. A load bearing wall in your hom must endure compressive loads without buckling. On a sailboat you don't have a roof above you, you have a mast and the standing rigging that supports it. The basic process is that the wind pushes the sails, the sails stress the mast, and the mast transfers the stress to the bulkheads which transfer the force to the rest of the boat. Under normal sailing conditions there might be 5000 lbs of force on the chainplates. However, if you accidentally gybe you could put 20,000 lbs of force on them. If the rigging, mast, chainplates, or bulkheads fail the ship can violently dismast whipping metal wires around like band saws. On this episode of 'This Old Boat', Robert replaces the main bulkheads.

Mock Tuna-fish Salad

Have I gone off my rocker? No! This doesn't contain fish, but garbanzo beans as the base. Its reminiscent of a tuna-fish salad spread I remember growing up but without killing fish. My dad always hated the smell of tuna fish anyway. I have a heaping bowl of this recipe in front of me and a stack of a nice toasted multi-grain bread next to it.

Peanutty Pad Thai

I used to love eating the Ethnic Gourmet "Pad Thai with Tofu" frozen entrees. It was a bit spicy, but very satisfying. This recipe is my take on their product. I tried it recently and love it! Its a bit more preparation than my regular recipe, but its well worth the effort.

You're Grounded!

Stern in Morning We went sailing on Sunday, June 1. It was a great sail and the Tropic Moon, our 27' Catalina sailboat, performed splendidly. We sailed out almost to Waikiki. Offshore the water turns a dark blue, almost violet away from the turquoise water at the shore. We practiced tacking around the wind, making turns around a buoy. A few times we really caught the wind strong and sailed at quite an angle, perhaps even 25 degrees. Still, our rail wasn't in the water, so I wasn't unduly worried. Eric even wanted to go on to Diamondhead and experience what the real ocean waves were like. However, we decided that since our friend Mark had a meeting at 6pm, we should head back. Unfortunately, we didn't make it back unscathed.

Street Poet or Psycho

Waiting for the bus can be an adventure of itself. I've chatted with little old ladies about their pottery exploits. I've had the same begger ask me for "bus money" on multiple days. One time I had a drunk ask me if I thought he could catch the bus that'd just passed on the other side of the street if he ran. He pantomimed running. I said sure! He looked at me, shook his head and said Naah! A more memorable occasion that I try to repress is a recent wait for the bus near the Ilikai hotel.The somewhat rotund fellow in his late twenties was sitting on the bench, talking to no one in particular. I looked for a bluetooth headset and shuddered when I realized he didn't have one.

An Incontinent Truth

TheBus has many signs inside directing people's actions. There is the happy smiley face listening to music with headphones, signs telling you to get your ass to the back of the bus. There's even a sign that says its not okay to eat hotdogs on the bus (or I think that's what it meant). One such sign tells not to urinate or defecate on the bus. For some reason they did not give any smiley faces mimicking the actions here. Perhaps they need some outside artist to provide such things. Unfortunately, I've witnessed every single one of those rules broken on the bus, as well as several more which don't have signs... yet.

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