Pictures of Spring

Spring on the farm in Yamill, Oregon.  Aloha!

Non Japanese Shamisen Vikings

I Am A Shamisen Viking

Hana Hou!

Ok . Yngwie is without fault. Lets present this again!

(BTW Yngwie Rules! No comments from the peanut gallery please...)

The Future

Hello and Aloha from Yamhill!



The three of you that have been following the blog are aware that our house back home was put up for sale. The house closed yesterday. While i was hoping for a little profit from the sale of the condo, i was not prepared for the actual financial truth of the closing.

Here is the edited version, for those of flowery constitution :

"Are you fucking the fuck kidding me? What the fucking FUCK! I MEAN, FUCK!! FUCK!!!"

After much introspection and consumption of adult beverages, i have come to realize we cannot be fearful of what the future holds for us; with each contraction of your heart, with every exhalation, the future came and went. The future is something to embrace; a dance partner that steps on your toes sometimes (maybe even a testicular kick now and then) but your partner nevertheless.

I am rich now, we are rich now, regardless of the temporary financial situation. I have the Sun In My Sky, we live in this magical place.. what more can you ask for, besides a Korean BBQ joint, and couple three big locals?

With time, stability will come from entropy... so don't fret none about us in Yamill.

We'll be fine, i promise.

More Aloha Airlines News

From the Honolulu Advertiser:

Hawaii loses 85% of air cargo capability

From the Honolulu Star Bulletin:

Aloha leaves cargo in lurch

Please keep in mind that Hawaii is one of the most remote places on the planet, relying heavily on air cargo for inter-island goods. 

 SuperFerry?

Spring

"A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring. In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven. Such a day is a truce to vice. While such a sun holds out to burn, the vilest sinner may return. Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors. You may have known your neighbor yesterday for a thief, a drunkard, or a sensualist, and merely pitied or despised him, and despaired of the world; but the sun shines bright and warm this first spring morning, re-creating the world, and you meet him at some serene work, and see how it is exhausted and debauched veins expand with still joy and bless the new day, feel the spring influence with the innocence of infancy, and all his faults are forgotten. There is not only an atmosphere of good will about him, but even a savor of holiness groping for expression, blindly and ineffectually perhaps, like a new-born instinct, and for a short hour the south hillside echoes to no vulgar jest. You see some innocent fair shoots preparing to burst from his gnarled rind and try another year's life, tender and fresh as the youngest plant. Even he has entered into the joy of his Lord. Why the jailer does not leave open his prison doors- why the judge does not dismis his case- why the preacher does not dismiss his congregation! It is because they do not obey the hint which God gives them, nor accept the pardon which he freely offers to all..."

Walden by Henry David Thoreau

I have turned off the fasten seatbelt signs, you are now free to roam about the Internet...

Aces High