Aloha

from the valley where it is widely rumoured that if you wait five minutes, the weather will change completely, a litttle like living inside the body of a menopausal woman.

My life doesn't seem quite as country songish as yours because i don't have a car, i don't have a job and i don't have a boyfriend. The last time I talked with wailana she seemed pretty positive you two would find a new place to live. If you send me a picture of the island, I promise to feng shui that problem into little stringy chinese noodles.

As far as relationships go, I have a pretty good one with my cat, "Maui". This morning she jumped on my bed and told me it was time to drag my lazy butt into the kitchen and feed her. In return for this courtesy, I let her dig her claws into my hand because I hadn't seen the sight of my own blood if far far too long. Anway, I'm sure things will work out for you one way or the other. I always tell myself, if I were the size of a small bird, she would eat me. That always keeps things in perspective for me.

Where does a Hawaiin go on vacation? That question sortof of struck me while i was reading your letter. Perhaps a sensory deprivation chamber would do the trick. I heard that if you stay inside one of those things long enough, you can actually de-evolve. One month inside one of those things and you could walk out dragging your knuckles and recognizing people drawn on cave walls. And so life marches on, one millenium at a time. And sometimes, just sometimes it catches a glimpse of itself in the obsidion black rock of mauna kea and makes another sunrise for the family photo album.

Aloha. Things are going fairly well for me. Health wise I have never felt better and I recently met a new friend so that's always nice.

I'll write back as soon as the weather stabilizes. It's very discomfitting to never know what to wear when you step outside the door, bermuda shorts or the michelen tire ensemble.

Aloha,

Landon