tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14144700702067810432024-03-13T14:13:42.316-07:00Kalihi Days, Ewa NightsThe musings of a middle aged Husband, Dad, & Business Man. Grabbing at all the strings, trying to keep things togetherFat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-13415086237034221192011-03-07T12:08:00.000-08:002011-03-07T12:47:33.589-08:00The one where I bitch about the IBEWLast Thursday night the was a bit of a storm down Ewa way where I live. Lot's of folks lost their electricity, but my family and I were lucky not to be in the dark...yet. Things were happening fast, and by the time we were ready to roll out to work & school word came that the schools our boys went to were closed. My Mother in Law immediately offered to stay home with the boys. So with those bases covered my wife & I headed to work. By 9am I got a call that the power had now gone out at our home. As is the case in these situations, HECO has sent their repair crews out to restore power. The yellow & blue trucks along the roadside give us confidence that power will be resumed as soon as possible. Then at 3pm Friday, word comes from Twitter that the IBEW workers have decided to go on strike effective 3:30pm. Really?...now?...wow...just wow...<br /><br />And that's just what they did. Why? As is most often the cases when there's a strike, it's about money (primarily). From listening to both sides, there's blame to pass around as to why they would want to strike...BUT! After a storm, when thousands of customers (and IBEW members, they are your customers too) are without power...that is not the time to walk off the job. You guys looked like greedy little children who got mad and stomped off with your ball when you didn't get your way. And no, you didn't put the screws to management, you put them to us YOUR customers.<br /><br />OK Mr. Big Mouth Blogger, if you are gonna be so critical of the union, then what do you think they should have done? This:<br /><br />Walk off the job at 3:30 just like you did. BUT! Alert the local news media that a statement would be made at 6pm (just in time for the local news). You announce the reasons behind the walk off, making a case for your beef with management. Get your side of the story out. THEN, you announce that in a situation like this were so many of YOUR customers are without service, you feel the need to return to work to ensure YOUR customers have their power restored. Only then, you will resume your strike.<br /><br />And you would have been the heroes of the day, and you would have the public on your side.<br /><br />For the record, our power was restored just before 6pm on Saturday. And several times on Saturday, we were contacted by HECO to see if power was restored. They kept checking with us, their customer. Well done, well done.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-41231082278007590592011-02-22T12:16:00.000-08:002011-02-22T12:58:29.922-08:00GAR 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JFzK-FLhmVGfWuYcFn-Hnh1r-cJ3kfrO4RA6Lxr7VXiAIvqaNvhSOolHg8kIwRjWUqF5U0ViIQmO7cEMCh6zNSdOxJz5XXF2G27l3FSfuzghVbd031gd5Do37rojfri_YsNEpYyf5Es/s1600/garnumber.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-JFzK-FLhmVGfWuYcFn-Hnh1r-cJ3kfrO4RA6Lxr7VXiAIvqaNvhSOolHg8kIwRjWUqF5U0ViIQmO7cEMCh6zNSdOxJz5XXF2G27l3FSfuzghVbd031gd5Do37rojfri_YsNEpYyf5Es/s400/garnumber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576621160758573938" border="0" /></a><br />Monday February 21st was by my count, my 10th Great Aloha Run. A run/walk that goes from Aloha Tower to Aloha Stadium, it's in it's 27th year and this year attracted over 27,000 runners. I have been doing it on and off for the last 18 years, and am back on track with my second in a row. I like this event for several reasons.<br /><br />First I enjoy these mass participation events for the single minded purpose of everyone doing the same thing, each to their ability or preference. It's like being part of a larger "whole", even though we all are doing an individual effort. These events also bring a ease & good nature to a large group that's intoxicating. The good vibes and endorphins can be felt by even the most casual person.<br /><br />Another thing you can't help but see is the wide variety of people who do this event. You have everything from fine tuned athletes to couch potatoes and everything in between. You see some going for personal bests, you see some just cruising taking in the atmosphere. Some do it with ease. Some truly suffer. But everyone, even the ones suffering, seem to be enjoying it. I know some avid runners who swear they will never do it because of the mixed crowd, which causes them to run the race like an obstacle course, weaving in and out of the slower runners & walkers. I personally think with a few adjustments they could have a great time (line up closer to the front, cruise for the first half mile to break through the congestion and then light the fires).<br /><br />I see this run in three segments of similar length. From Aloha Tower to Sand Island it's fairly crowded and people are maneuvering around a lot. The sun is not yet fully up so it is cooler. The next section is the Nimitz viaduct. Shade, a very off camber road, and lots of water stations. When you reach the end there's a flatbed trailer with several Taiko drummers to spur you on to the next section. Finally the last section, from the end of the viaduct to the playing surface of Aloha Stadium. To this point the route has been flat. The final section is best described as rolling. Not big steep hills, but big enough to remind you it's not flat. This is where the sun begins to sting, as it is now up and ready to finely steam you in your own sweat.<br /><br />My experience this year was a mixed bag. I took in all the good vibes and was having a great go of it until the 5 mile mark where I could feel the string of a huge blister on the ball of my right foot. It got worse & worse and became quite painful by the end. I finished, collected the mixed bag of goodies (water, Pog "Energy Drink", sugar bomb pastries, & a banana), stood in line for my finisher t-shirt, and headed for the parking lot. I was sure of one thing, that if I stopped moving, my feet would hurt even more...perhaps too much. I got to my truck and plopped into my seat. That was perhaps the most satisfying "sit" I've felt in a long time. My feet continued to be problematic the rest of the day, but a couple Advil bombs and elevating my feet went a long way to making it tolerable. Still sore today, but nothing like yesterday. I envy those who felt so good after the run that they doubled back on the course to run back to the start (nut jobs).<br /><br />The only gripe I had was the traffic in the morning. I made it to the Aiea exit area on the H1 at 4:45am. It took over an hour to get to the stadium parking lot a mere mile away. at 5:45 I even saw people jumping out of cars and running down the highway to the stadium and the buses that we are told will leave at 6am no exceptions. I made it to my parking space at 5:52am and hustled to the bus lines. BTW, the bus I was on left at 6:05am...pfffffft!!! Next year I'm telling the teen to catch a ride to school (he ran with his NJROTC unit) so I can get there earlier.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-42337429166594113922011-01-13T10:09:00.000-08:002011-01-13T10:24:18.339-08:00I will surviveYou know this recession has really put a lot of folks in tough situations, and I Dear Reader am one of them. The amount of pressure put on me on a daily basis is beginning to wear on me in a destructive way. I am scrambling every hour of every day and have little to show for it. I have literally never worked so hard (mentally) for so little in results. The well isn't dry, but we need some rain and quick.<br /><br />To combat all this I try to fill my head with positive words via motivational podcasts. I am indulging my taste for beer (that means I'm up to 3 a week). I'm trying to get more sleep than my usual 5 1/2 - 6 hours. I know exercising more would help too, but I just can't bring myself to make the time. I mean, I worked 15 days straight and then had two days off where I was going all day long with no breaks...in other words, no rest. And starting this weekend, I'm back to working Saturdays as a scheduled day...6 day work week again.<br /><br />The one bright spot that has helped me more than anything else is my faith. Without a doubt I would have folded a long time ago without it. Giving all my cares over to Him allows me spaces to breath...spaces I wouldn't have without Him.<br /><br />I know in my heart of hearts that things will get better. But I'm also prepared for things to different in whatever form that takes.<br /><br />What a ride...Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-63338054822824238802010-12-13T18:18:00.000-08:002010-12-13T18:24:12.094-08:00Something I learned...Been a while...<br /><br />Recently I learned something I already knew...but didn't. I needed time off. I was too stressed out. I was putting my body through too much, and if I didn't address these things soon...there would be consequences...serious ones. <br /><br />I credit my vacation for the clarity. A week away from the grind did me a world of good, but two weeks would have done me much much more good...alas one week was all i could manage.<br /><br />I catch myself working up the stress...thinking too much, take a breath and let it go. When I feel that spacey creep of exhaustion coming up...I back off. I'm letting myself ease into things instead of the crazy manic charge I've done for too long.<br /><br />Changes are coming...Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-9849926565108412042010-08-09T16:44:00.000-07:002010-08-09T16:47:07.714-07:00Plant a seed, watch it grow...<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">The other night our oldest nephew came into our bedroom to show us a paper that came in the mail. It was a letter from UH Manoa saying he was officially and fully admitted, and ready to register in about 10 days. He was very proud of this, and he should be (and so are my wife and I). You see when he came to live with us, just before his 14<sup>th</sup> birthday, he was not the kind of kid who you would think would be headed to college. In fact you may even have doubted he would graduate high school. And if you were him…in a moment or rare vulnerability he revealed, you would have thought he would never have <b style=""><i style="">lived</i></b> to see his high school graduation. The why and what happened are private…but let’s just say he was not headed in a good direction. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So what happened? He made a decision to change the course of his life. It was all from HIM. He did it all on his own. What was different? My wife and I gave him something his life has lacked, and that was stability. A home he would always be able to go back to, a fridge with (real) food that did not go empty, and an environment with positive values and goals. You see I believe that those “troubled kids” are often that way because they don’t have an opportunity to make better choices. Nature vs. Nurture? That’s a long standing debate, for me it’s clear, given a shot at better circumstances those kids can & will begin to make better choices. When a kid has a bed of his own, food in his belly, and no worries about “bad guys” coming in the night, he can worry about grades. He can worry about a future. He can worry about what people think of him. He can dream, he can achieve, he can grow, and he can prosper.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t deny that my wife and I have helped…but I’m telling you, nothing would have happened without him deciding to do it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was especially proud of him when I saw the letter from the university. I always thought he had the brains to get there, and I also thought that he wanted to go. What was important to me is that he did it himself. There were bumps with paperwork & other financial aide things and he handled them himself. Once was a time were he would cave at the first sign of difficulty. Not here, not now. The self esteem and self belief that he deserved to make a better life drove him to overcome. From “I don’t give a sh*t” to “I can do it”. If that isn’t growth, I don’t know what is.</p> Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-70245910510044445612010-08-01T16:53:00.000-07:002010-08-01T17:15:53.506-07:00Catching Up...It's been a long time since I last posted and I thought I had better do so now or I may never get back to it. So here I is...<br /><br />The black cloud of the Hawaiian economy has really put a pinch and a small panic on my little corner of it. I'm having to do things I never had to before, and I'm trying new things to keep things positive. Challenges, challenges, but we are hanging in there.<br /><br />A former co-worker's (ex?) boyfriend left a rambling in comprehensible message on the phone system. Was it venting or a threat? Who could tell? Drugs are sooooo f*cking glamorous...<br /><br />The battle of the bulge has been a real mother...just as I was getting back on track...I came down with bursitis in my knee. I am impatient as hell waiting for it to heal, especially as it seems to have triggered a hunger I haven't had in a long, long time.<br /><br />I've brewed two more beers since last time. A Imperial India Pale Ale (featured at twobeerqueers.com) and a simple pale ale. After the high gravity hop bomb of the IIPA I thought a more sessionable pale ale made sense. Next up will be a Belgian Wit beer or a robust porter with some chocolate & coconut additions. The pale ale will be aged by the 18th of August and the IIPA will be ready on Sept 2, just in time for the UH home opener vs. USC. I tasted the IIPA after a month of bottle conditioning and it was VERY promising. If the flavor stays the same and it just smooths out...it may well end up replacing the hefe as my favorite beer I've made...stay tuned.<br /><br />My son finished pre-school on Friday, and he begins the entry to Kindergarten on Tuesday. His only school time this week is a few hours on Tuesday. Then next week he'll be there on Tuesday & Wednesday for half days before finally having a full day on Thursday. Since he is no longer enrolled in pre-school, we do not have day care. So what do I do? I will be taking him to work with me for most on the next week and a half (as well as missing a bunch of work)...ugh. Thank God this is only for Kindergarten...if every school year started like this...yikes!<br /><br />Our older nephew starts at UH Manoa in a couple weeks. It's gonna be a real shock to him, especially as he's done a lifetime of "having fun" this summer. Hope the memories last because he's about to learn the real meaning of work (he has no earthly idea!). His brother can't have him gone soon enough since it means he moves into his brother's room (after sharing a room with our son for 3 years).<br /><br />I am waaaaaay too focused on my November vacation. Can't help it...I'm ready for a break from the constant stress and demands on me. Can't we go next week instead?Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-50258511817351045082010-05-18T16:02:00.000-07:002010-05-18T16:27:22.758-07:00Stream of blah-ciousness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ8lJW62lzQL0X1uTiFO3LNZq_qTvxU4sathIbyUdmXkOMW173GMcLuBTZLZyZiPko_J12m3GIxw7bY4jKpqTsGebSntXc-bTRS-HtHDSqJ41JnLk9bn2H5vgNx2C9-eCvXKvwkbPWhxU/s1600/IMG_1734.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ8lJW62lzQL0X1uTiFO3LNZq_qTvxU4sathIbyUdmXkOMW173GMcLuBTZLZyZiPko_J12m3GIxw7bY4jKpqTsGebSntXc-bTRS-HtHDSqJ41JnLk9bn2H5vgNx2C9-eCvXKvwkbPWhxU/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472755684419561794" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} /* List Definitions */ @list l0 {mso-list-id:770586656; mso-list-type:hybrid; mso-list-template-ids:-515985260 67698689 67698691 67698693 67698689 67698691 67698693 67698689 67698691 67698693;} @list l0:level1 {mso-level-start-at:0; mso-level-number-format:bullet; mso-level-text:; mso-level-tab-stop:.5in; mso-level-number-position:left; text-indent:-.25in; font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} ol {margin-bottom:0in;} ul {margin-bottom:0in;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">I haven’t posted in a while. Been busy as usual, and didn’t have a theme to really sink my teeth into. But in the interest of keeping things going and perhaps inspiring a flood of posts after this…I present a stream of consciousness.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">Once upon a time I did stand up comedy. This was before Seinfeld, when dinosaurs roamed the earth. <span style=""> </span>I quickly discovered that although I could write comedy, performing it was another matter entirely. I quit after about a year and a half. Did plenty of shows, but never got to the part where it began to pay. Now I have the urge to write comedy again. I have no desire to perform (although I think I could do it better today than then), but I would like to write. Maybe I can use this space for some of that…hmmmmmm?</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">I have a new hobby, home brewing. I like beer, craft beer, high quality beer, not the stuff you buy in 30 paks of cans from 7-11. I mean expensive beer snob beers that come from breweries that even we beer snobs never heard of. So the next step was to brew my own. Armed with my $150 starter kit I brewed my first batch, a pale ale. It took a ½ day to cook up, 3 weeks to ferment, and 4 weeks of bottle conditioning before it was ready to share. That last part explains my motivation. The biggest kick of home brewing is the feedback you get from those you share it with. I’ve since brewed two more batches, a dark brown ale that’s bottle conditioning right now (ready to drink for 4<sup>th</sup> of July). And a hefeweizen that I cooked up this weekend and is in primary fermentation. I’ve already decided that batch 4 will be an IPA, even though I’m not a huge fan of IPAs. As hobbies go it’s not too expensive. My out of pocket cost for a 5 gallon batch is about $45 for ingredients & energy costs (lots of time on the gas stove). The next step would be to try all grain brewing. That would require a bunch of new equipment, and a greater time investment. For now I’ll be content to be the best extract brewer I can be. </li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=""> </span>I am thoroughly distracted by thoughts of my vacation that will not happen until November. I-am-torturing-myself! Maybe the solution is to take some time off during the dog days of summer. I could use it to see a movie without talking animals (ask any parent of a young child), go to the gym, and get reacquainted with my long suffering mountain bike. And nap, take lots of naps…</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">LOST ends this Sunday. <span style=""> </span>My Wife and I have watched this show from the beginning. Before the house was over run with boys, we would sit in the living room with our dinner of kraut dogs and ponder the many mysteries & puzzles that made up this show. But after Sunday it will be all over. So now I’m on the hunt for a new favorite show. And I had better find one soon, and it better be one my Wife can enjoy too because I am driving her up the wall with all the Top Gear reruns on the DVR.</li></ul> Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-81236696281151406982010-04-28T18:26:00.000-07:002010-04-28T18:28:43.138-07:00Lose It! UpdateAfter about 5 weeks using Lose It! my weight loss as of this morning is: 12 pounds. I've adjusted my daily calories allowed downward twice and I think I'm at a level that works for me. More later...Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-75494826043124863952010-04-10T13:14:00.000-07:002010-04-10T13:41:24.403-07:00I'm a DadThis week we celebrated the 18th birthday of our “Nephew”. Technically he is our Foster Child. My wife has known him and his family since he was born, I only for the last 7 years. Four years ago, on Easter Sunday he moved in with us. The circumstances are not something to air out here, but let’s just say things reached a point that his safety was in danger and he needed somewhere to go. We contacted CPS, and started the whole process of becoming his permanent legal guardians. The alternative would have been the Foster Care system, but would have meant being with yet more strangers. At least this way he was with his Aunty he had always known. He was one of these good natured kids that had been put into a bad situation, left with little to no guidance or discipline, and as you can bet he fell in with some not too good for him kids. It was never all easy or all hard. We really gave him the chance to be the kinda person he was at his core, but we also were there to rein him in when those not so good impulses came calling. He went from Special Ed & failing grades to the Honor Roll and the rank of Officer in NJROTC. He was accepted to UH Manoa and will be studying Japanese in the fall. At his birthday dinner we presented him his class ring. He was so surprised to get it. He had designed it, and turned in the order & deposit, but figured it would be a nice dream and the beginning of another broken promise like so many before. Although that ring represented his work in school and his coming graduation, in it I believe, he saw the opportunity that came with moving in with our family. And it hit him, emotions…gratitude for what he’s been given, remorse for putting us through the usual teenage trials, and finally happiness that things worked out the way they had. <br /><br />He’ll be staying with us until the Fall when he moves into the dorm at UH. His younger brother (who moved in with us 3 years ago) will take his room for his own, no doubt a relief, since he’s been sharing a typically small bedroom with our 4 year old son. Although he’ll be at school and his brother occupying “his” room, there will no doubt be a messy pile of stuff in the corner to remind us he’s part of the household too.<br /><br />Our legal commitment to him is over, but as I told him, I regard him as my son as much as any of our boys, and always will (cue the theme for 60’s TV show My Three Sons). <br /><br />His younger brother and I also had a great heart to heart talk about school, girls, & friends. He is often the closed book “I don’t know” type. This time he opened up. I shut up & listened. And I think he realized that Uncle isn’t the fire breathing dragon he always though I was. I’m hoping the communication stays more open like this.<br /><br />And finally, my son, 4 ½. The other morning as we were getting ready for work & school. He grabs me and gives me a hug and says “Daddy, you’re my best-est friend”. I thanked him and asked “But what about Mommy?” He said “oh yeah, Mommy too”. I than asked the same about his two cousins and Tutu, and he proclaimed them his “best-est friends” too. Then I asked if our dog Lani-Girl was one too and he said “ahhh, noooo”. So I’m happy to know I out rank the dog.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-80164323421009833242010-04-08T13:11:00.000-07:002010-04-08T13:15:43.950-07:00Go read this nowLook to the left, there are links there to pages I think are worth a look. One in particular is really on a burn lately and should be required reading for music fans. So stop reading this, click on <a href="http://hesawhore.blogspot.com/">this</a> and get schooled by the awesomeness that is Darren on <a href="http://hesawhore.blogspot.com/">He's A Whore</a>.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-11098734812407389412010-04-02T12:40:00.002-07:002010-04-02T12:42:14.637-07:00Aloha Friday Recommendation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3x54nlRZ_x6u5IxIe4WE_5uLY1ztZG-Jvor3dWnhPj9I1GbWlfFYKdoD2wKLvD4DYI52wZHA6YeqH9R5B2gkThr6vsayI7igd8ew4FhZC12VBmvrjfAA8jdzCXTlSnCOFEdJPTdUz2s/s1600/loseit.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3x54nlRZ_x6u5IxIe4WE_5uLY1ztZG-Jvor3dWnhPj9I1GbWlfFYKdoD2wKLvD4DYI52wZHA6YeqH9R5B2gkThr6vsayI7igd8ew4FhZC12VBmvrjfAA8jdzCXTlSnCOFEdJPTdUz2s/s400/loseit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455627717509546674" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/lose-it/id297368629?mt=8">Lose it! App for iPhone & iPod Touch</a><br /><br />Quiz time. What fits in your pocket, has a powerful database, and can help you loose the weight you’ve fought so hard to loose? It’s an app called “Lose it!”. Not only is it easy to use and effective, but it’s also free!<br /><br />I’m half way though a weight loss fight for life, and I plateaued a while back and couldn’t get back to losing weight again. I tried a bunch of strategies to no avail. I even got so discouraged I back slid for a while. Then I was reminded of “food journaling”. You think you are watching how much you eat? Really? Write it all down (honestly) and you’ll be surprised. I could never get myself to keep a food journal…just not a way that worked for me, writing in a notebook. Then I stumbled upon this app. The price was right (free) so I gave it a try. You start by inputing some information like your age, weight, height, and target weight. It calculates your allowed calories based on your weight loss goal. My iPod Touch is my constant companion, and this allowed me to keep the daily notations of food & exercise. In fact, seeing how daily calories are calculated (and reduced by exercise) made me more mindful of getting in my workouts. I found myself getting to the gym and avoiding those extra snacks, all in the name of keeping the daily calorie counts on target. So after two weeks here’s my result…a 5.4 pound weight loss. Plateau no more! I’m on the right track now. I can not recommend this weight loss tool any more highly. Want help losing weight? Get this now.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-52576851810319674922010-03-22T13:39:00.000-07:002010-03-22T13:45:24.589-07:00Three shots to the psyche…<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs58uHtIbZZ4Yix71GD1edJA4E4PW1LuHEHFE396I8OzBUQJ-qkreVEDl_UbFugIfbGJzZD5oNdMEWTVNEyEeIZnQJPaD3mlZrRhlX331Ixzny5W-3j3Ge2-blGi8f1sjqMNHPLjusVdU/s1600-h/550px-The_Earth_seen_from_Apollo-1.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs58uHtIbZZ4Yix71GD1edJA4E4PW1LuHEHFE396I8OzBUQJ-qkreVEDl_UbFugIfbGJzZD5oNdMEWTVNEyEeIZnQJPaD3mlZrRhlX331Ixzny5W-3j3Ge2-blGi8f1sjqMNHPLjusVdU/s200/550px-The_Earth_seen_from_Apollo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451562063208826210" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">This past week has not been a good one to be my friend. First my cousin Frankie passed away after a long fight against cancer. The cancer was from the agent orange he came into contact with during the Vietnam War. The same war that shaped him and greatly influenced his entire life after. The Army helped him discover his talent for learning languages, which he used as a soldier, and then as a business man in <st1:place>Asia</st1:place>. He spend a large part of his life in Asia, doing deals and creating among other things a feature film in the Philippines, <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0940744/">Olongapo</a> <span style="">.</span><span style=""> </span>He most recently self published a book about his Vietnam experience. Cousin Frankie lived like no other man I’ve known. He packed at least three regular lives into his one.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">After hearing about my cousin I got the bug to try and reconnect with an old friend who moved from <st1:state><st1:place>Hawaii</st1:place></st1:state> some years back. Bud Cerio was introduced to me by my very good friend Josephine. Bud was a incredibly talented guitar player and just as incredibly cool. Bud was as talented as his stature...and his stature was large. I took guitar lesson from him for nearly 3 years. A lesson with Bud was not the structured thing of a regimented learning program. Bud would ask me what I wanted to learn to play. He would listen to it, and before I knew it I was playing it. Sometimes he would suggest something to make me stretch and learn something new. But each 30 minute lesson turned into an up to 2 hour jam or exploration of life, music, or anything happening in our lives. Gracious, talented, & very, very humble. I felt a real sadness when my Google search uncovered this <a href="http://www.democratandchronicle.com/article/20090628/NEWS01/906280341/1002/NEWS">piece</a> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">
<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Finally, as I scanned the newspaper yesterday I found a obituary of my old Hawaii Bicycling League colleague Frank Denton. We both served on the HBL board during an especially difficult time (not that any time has been easy). Frank had a can do attitude, and would always have a suggestion seasoned with a solid business man’s flair. After our time on the board, I would frequently run into him at the bank. We’d chat and discuss HBL and our businesses. I hadn’t seen Frank since I relocated my business to Kalihi last year. Perhaps Frank will join John Kelly for a bike ride in the great beyond, Frank on a touring bike and John on his triathlon rig. A memorial is scheduled for tomorrow at Murphy’s.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Time on this blue marble is short. Even if you have a faith that there is a life after this turn on the mortal spiral…leaving it and seeing friends & family leave it is sad and can shake you up. Nothing here is permanent. Nothing here is permanent…maybe it’s time to act with that knowledge.<o:p></o:p></p> Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-22620643000440606262010-03-10T19:01:00.001-08:002010-03-10T19:06:28.888-08:00Plum tuckered out...I'm spent. Burnt. Exhausted. Fried. A crispy critter.<br /><br />Or just plain tired.<br /><br />I'm usually dealing with some sort of fatigue, but today I'm tired in a way I can't remember feeling. I <span style="font-weight: bold;">have</span> been hitting it hard as usual. And I'll admit I'm at a personal best on the stress front (not in the good way). I have three more long days ahead, then another hectic Sunday. And the caffeine isn't doing it for me either. Having trouble concentrating on work.<br /><br />I need some time off.<br /><br />Ummmm, not soon...Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-29420623266636952522010-03-03T12:41:00.000-08:002010-03-03T12:43:26.241-08:00The coolest video I've ever seenSaw this embedded at TheNerdist.com and got such a kick out of it I wanted to share. <br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-80807159411707929912010-02-25T21:25:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:26:46.156-08:00I read the news today, oh boy...The big news today is the news of the Honolulu Advertiser being bought by the owners of the Honolulu Star Bulletin. Times are tough for the print media these days. The Internet has brought loads of “right now” information to your fingertips. Most of it is free, and most of it is micro targeted to your specific interests. Newspapers can’t be that. And they could never do that, mass appeal is what they need for a mass market. Newspaper are businesses, businesses that sell advertising. Oh sure they collect a little for each copy, but I’d bet ya dollars to donuts that it doesn’t cover the cost of printing & distribution, much less provide a profit. When was the last time you bought something from a ad in the paper, not the glossy Sunday ads, I’m talking about those pages at the back of the section. The black & white simple ads offering a used sofa for $50, call this number. Did you find your last job through a newspaper ad? Chances are you didn’t do either, but rather used services like Craig’s List or Monster.com. Good resources, but they take away the lucrative ad placements from newspapers. <br /><br />So is this just another example of a product going through it’s life cycle? Is the traditional morning newspaper in the end of it’s life cycle? Newspapers have had a long product cycle run. Don’t think so? Look at cassette tapes. You bought one last when? Do you even have any? How about CDs? I know people who have gone completely digital and no longer have a single CD or even a player (outside of the optical drive in their computer). Times change. Things come and go. Some quicker (CDs), some take longer (newspapers?). I’m seeing my own business eroding away because of the product cycle.<br /><br />I grew up in Chicago, a town that was blessed with three daily newspapers. The Chicago Tribune, The Chicago Sun Times, and the Chicago Daily News. When I was a kid the Daily News closed down to the utter shock of all in the city. Much like Honolulu, every family had it’s preference. Our house favored the Tribune, my Aunt & Uncle preferred the Sun Times. Today I prefer the Advertiser. The fact that it’s the larger format like the Tribune of my childhood is no coincidence. I heard recently of the financial woes of the Tribune…seems my favorites are suffering right now.<br /><br />My immediate reaction to the news of the sale of the Advertiser was a feeling of sadness for the 300+ employees who will no doubt be going through some big and probably hard changes in the next few months. The only question is who it will be…some from both papers, all of one, or the other…no one knows yet. <br /><br />These times are definitely changing. I won’t say for the worse…because as far as I’m concerned, we are far from the end of this cycle of change. Let’s see where it lands us, let’s see how we can make it good.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-91855988500826612022010-02-23T21:55:00.000-08:002010-02-23T22:08:26.739-08:00Injury Report<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlnLt1NY3SKCB4tQm5ozqn0hWr5P4VtwQcQWuLZrzSlwM8FiPEDfWyLXBsFpaZfQMv3k1K1FFwrHG74uqMcSpZuvFjQPvmLe5XXEOuRd14NB43Wg83V1gyabBYnmA17I31pkqnMsDJII/s1600-h/IMG_1671.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFlnLt1NY3SKCB4tQm5ozqn0hWr5P4VtwQcQWuLZrzSlwM8FiPEDfWyLXBsFpaZfQMv3k1K1FFwrHG74uqMcSpZuvFjQPvmLe5XXEOuRd14NB43Wg83V1gyabBYnmA17I31pkqnMsDJII/s200/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441687809668794434" /></a><br />Last night I went into the garage to retrieve something, do it all the time. But last night I needed something behind & above a bag of "HI-5's". The bag was in the way so using my foot I attempted to push it aside. Pain. Blood. Lot's of blood. One of the glass containers in the bag had broken and a shard of it stuck through the bag in the exact spot where my foot contacted it. The glass went straight into the bottom of my third toe...about 3/4"into the toe. Pain & blood. Blood & pain. I called my wife to bring the first aid kit while I held a work towel to my foot. Luckily our friend the EMT was over for dinner, and he cleaned the wound & stopped the bleeding. Followed up with my Doctor this morning and all is well except for a deep wound & a very swollen toe.<br /><br />I had planned to go to the gym this morning but...um...yeah. I'm hoping the swelling will go down by the weekend...it's tender & throbbing right now but getting better by the hour. Look at the picture...whatta nasty bit huh?Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-45857501056943205572010-02-19T17:40:00.000-08:002010-02-19T17:52:12.775-08:00In praise of Spaghettios<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgXtMt7bAcTuDmngq6YC0B1ZA5n2Xjxx4S_ZthQAhliNfjqxrhoNOh0jON1H7_3uhBswwsTABvvfaibdbNzbM9A7QUdbdfa8dG7QeIgeDgZxQBRpzGDo0wKVmCaLc_a4e76F_U4xV_o0/s1600-h/spaghetti-os-can1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgXtMt7bAcTuDmngq6YC0B1ZA5n2Xjxx4S_ZthQAhliNfjqxrhoNOh0jON1H7_3uhBswwsTABvvfaibdbNzbM9A7QUdbdfa8dG7QeIgeDgZxQBRpzGDo0wKVmCaLc_a4e76F_U4xV_o0/s200/spaghetti-os-can1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440134808756056194" border="0" /></a>I'm Catholic. A practicing one. This past Wednesday was "Ash Wednesday", the beginning of the 40 day season on Lent. I won't get into the deeper meaning of the choices I'm making as a practicing Catholic, but I want to talk about one aspect of Lent...abstaining from meat on Fridays. For the life of me I never know what to eat on meatless Friday's. A seafood allergy narrows my choices dramatically. Being as crazy busy as I am keeps me from seeking out too many options. My default has been cheese pizza, satisfying...but way too many calories once you have enough to feel full. But thanks to a recent news item announcing the passing of the man who created it, I have reconnected with Spaghettios. High nutrition? Nah... Haute cuisine? Are you crazy? But it's cheap ($1.49 a can), filling and has no meat. I can't believe that I, a 47 year old man, had this for lunch today. But it did the trick, and I'm through another meatless Friday lunch (many more options for dinner at home). I have a couple more cans in the cabinet at work, so if I don't come up with anything better next week I'm covered (that's if the vegetarian at work doesn't snatch it first).<br /><br />The Metromix/Grilled Cornbread brain trust was asking earlier this week...what are your guilty pleasures? Well...here's one of mine.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-29725010694982366292010-02-18T17:47:00.000-08:002010-02-18T17:54:35.521-08:00The Great Aloha Run (walk kinda fast)This past Monday I joined over 24,000 people in covering the 8.1 or so miles from Aloha Tower to Aloha Stadium in an event known as The Great Aloha Run. I had done this event at least 7-8 other times, but this was the first time in 6 years, the last time being the year I got married (things got really busy after that). I’ve always liked this event for it’s casualness (I’ve never liked calling it a race since the only thing I’m racing to is the line for the donut table at the finish). Yes, there are definitely some hard core runners there hunting for age group results and PR’s. But they are far outnumbered by thousands of us just trying to get off our couch shaped butts, get some exercise, and get those finishers t-shirts (and the donuts). The weather was fantastic with cool temps and clear skies. Through all the times I’d done this event I never noticed that you are essentially in the shade until you come out from under the Nimitz viaduct. Yes there were fast people behind the slow people, and slow people in front of the fast people. There were slow people walking up to 5 a breast. There were strollers all over the place making sudden stops in packs of people. But…, if you’ve done GAR before you know this just comes with the territory. If you do GAR you can count on these things, as well as water from those Military tank trucks tasting like ass (sorry guys, sad but true). And of course a donut table at the finish.<br /><br />I was accompanied by my Wife who was a champ and even surprised me with a frantic run at the start (arrrrgh, shin splints!). We finished with a time of 2:12, and if you believe my Nike+ do dad attached to my iPod, we covered 8.26 miles (I guess all that zig zagging adds up). We both had a great time and made a pact to look for more of these events to do (looking at Ford Island 10k next). So we finish, exit the stadium, get a bottle of water, a banana, a can of “POG Energy” (blech!), and a variation of a moon pie in a wrapper...say what?!?!?! Where are the Loves donuts? No donuts! A travesty!<br /><br />Bummer…seriously, bummer…<br /><br />I’ll return again next year in spite of that oversight.<br /><br />But I’m gonna bring my own donuts next time.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-20158524213572570322010-02-12T16:01:00.000-08:002010-02-12T16:04:24.860-08:00Aloha Friday Suggestion: Aiea Loop Trail<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s been a while since I’ve been to this trail, but I’m chomping at the bit to go again. It’s best to go when we’ve had 4-5 rain free days or you will face a muddy and sometimes very slick trail. There are two big payoffs on this trail. First are the views, great views of the H3 & mountain ridges. Second, about 2/3 of the way around (clockwise from the top) is a plane wreck just off the low side of the trail. Dating back to the 40’s, the wreckage of a cargo plane can be seen just feet below the trail. I seem to see a little more of it every time I pass by. <span style=""> </span>I’ve been on this trail many times, most of them on a mountain bike, and it never fails to bring a smile to my face. A mini adventure that lasts an hour tops. Better when dry, not much fun when wet (and it’s not good for the trail either).</p> Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-65471010480801127822010-02-12T14:53:00.000-08:002010-02-12T15:00:54.683-08:00~~~stress~~~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZVwhFfO8WjUuCV9a-GCOfyxh4FRedDZATeqbnNoMqvSHZ8IbPa-qrtb-iBFW4qwtvRAtuf1LiDMYF_B2qT4wJKJNByUUbauJeaepwiUgBhshNM1TEAGK3DPD3cDKtJ0bfpbY9Z6KmeU/s1600-h/surprise+avatar.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ZVwhFfO8WjUuCV9a-GCOfyxh4FRedDZATeqbnNoMqvSHZ8IbPa-qrtb-iBFW4qwtvRAtuf1LiDMYF_B2qT4wJKJNByUUbauJeaepwiUgBhshNM1TEAGK3DPD3cDKtJ0bfpbY9Z6KmeU/s200/surprise+avatar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437495260384670338" border="0" /></a><br />At dictionary.com it says this about stress:<br />stress<br />–noun<br />8. physical, mental, or emotional strain or tension: Worry over his job and his wife's health put him under a great stress.<br /><br />Usually we think of this when we hear the word stress. I’ve often said that stress is caused by “how we choose to react to a situation”. Choosing our reaction to unpleasant events or circumstances is no easy feat. I’ve practiced trying to choose a less harmful reaction for some time. It’s not always easy. Fact is it’s often very hard. But I keep trying. I’m stubborn like that. My wife says that sometimes I’m relentless. Wow…that sounds powerful…truth is I’m just pig headed.<br /><br />It’s no secret the world economy is in the dumper, and we here in Hawaii are not exempt. Neither are our local businesses. Each week I hear about another filing bankruptcy or closing down. In the past five years I’ve seen a number of my long time customers close shop. People with years of experience, who rode the ups & downs of business, and just couldn’t continue. Being good isn’t enough anymore…the situation has changed that much. It’s hard to deal with when you discover the skills and strategies you’ve spent a lifetime learning just don’t work anymore. Heck some things that worked 5 years ago don’t work anymore. Some from last year don’t work…quite a cycle to keep up with. Facing that…it could be tough to choose a positive reaction. Enter what we know as stress.<br /><br />I’m a small business person. Been at it for a long time. Learned a lot. Forgot more. Tried not to make the same mistakes twice. But the current climate is working every talent and strategy I have. I’m scrambling for sure. It’s very tiring. And last week I noticed it creeping into my home life. Not. Good. At. All. I needed a personal re-boot and I needed it quick. How? I learned this technique from Scott Smith’s podcast (motivationtomove.com). You stand up and start pacing the room (best done when alone). As you pace, you say out loud what’s stressing you. Sometimes just hearing yourself say it out loud is enough to trigger a response. Sometimes it brings me back down, realizing I was getting all nuts over nothing really. Other times it comes harder…ideas fly, considered and discarded, like sorting through my mental “messy desk”. Most times I walk away with a plan of action, but not always. The success rate is high enough for me to keep trying this. Even when I don’t get a usable plan from it, I at least get some relief from the energy spent. Not as physical as a workout, but that kind of endorphin high. Even if I’m no closer to an answer, I feel better about the situation. God willing I’ll wake up the next day to try again…the fight isn’t over. Sometimes all I need is to know I still got fight in me to make me feel better. I must not be alone, 20 years ago Styx did a song about it…<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“I’m not dead yet - not dead yet<br />I’m a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back<br />You’d better get a bigger gun, I’m not dead yet”</span><br /><br />Hey stress, you lookin at <span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span>?Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-9766647318043465782010-02-05T22:09:00.000-08:002010-02-05T22:10:48.305-08:00Pau Hana!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUwcbvVvWBfUEy0np4Trnfd3pQpGk9Qqlyr4aMzb2pyoqpMrRr4bS_hhuusouD8kcWSjoKDH4zOTK-4KxeVGffvWjPMVv1l8CCyL6CHtyJdH8CZYdvrDQTMv8oNp8aijN4CFCe3TFdyA/s1600-h/barleywine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUwcbvVvWBfUEy0np4Trnfd3pQpGk9Qqlyr4aMzb2pyoqpMrRr4bS_hhuusouD8kcWSjoKDH4zOTK-4KxeVGffvWjPMVv1l8CCyL6CHtyJdH8CZYdvrDQTMv8oNp8aijN4CFCe3TFdyA/s400/barleywine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435008940097023794" /></a>Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-77742021506353859122010-02-05T15:31:00.000-08:002010-02-05T15:32:32.397-08:00Aloha Friday Suggestion<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">This week I have a book recommendation, with one caveat, I am listening to the audiobook version. My commute exceeds 2 hours a day so audiobooks are a nice diversion from traffic. Tony Dungy is widely known for his time in the NFL. His football cred is untouchable. But his book “Quiet Strength: The Principles, Practices, and Priorities of a Winning Life” touches on much more than football. In telling his own story Tony shows how faith, personal values, and the belief in a greater purpose have propelled him in his career and personal life. High highs and low lows and how he handled them all. I’m ready to get a hard copy to study further.<o:p></o:p></p> Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-26501407025421408212010-02-04T09:52:00.000-08:002010-02-04T10:09:01.398-08:00The end of an era...Former Honolulu Mayor Frank Fasi passed on last night at the ripe old age of 89. Mayor Fasi was running the show when I arrived in Honolulu in January 1986. I immediately took note of his "here I am, deal with it" style. He reminded me in some ways of the Daleys that ran my hometown of Chicago. Some feet may be occasionally stepped on, but things got done. I also liked how he used the media to leverage the city council and gain public support. For me, his biggest legacy is The Bus, a name that's straight and to the point, just like the mayor. I rode it many times and was always impressed on how many places bus service extended to, as well as how nice the buses were. Wanna compare? Ride Chicago's CTA one day. I think indestructible cast iron or concrete seats are not far off there.<br /><br />Shaka stickers, sign waving, the bus...all Frank. Godspeed Mayor Fasi.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-11783095033712182892010-02-02T10:05:00.000-08:002010-02-04T09:51:44.792-08:00In praise of the beer fridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05BxiB3xfF0CPFq87ksFAUleqsxnyR18BOWVtQV_l-KSrjUeBrtFe_vbzTcso4Aq0bNHkNp6Gq2qJ1RhCAgDELxQZ27B6_5tAe9ldiKS78ph-DKCaWyotBDfNZkWEWc-a5pEknPAviwQ/s1600-h/BeerFridge.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg05BxiB3xfF0CPFq87ksFAUleqsxnyR18BOWVtQV_l-KSrjUeBrtFe_vbzTcso4Aq0bNHkNp6Gq2qJ1RhCAgDELxQZ27B6_5tAe9ldiKS78ph-DKCaWyotBDfNZkWEWc-a5pEknPAviwQ/s320/BeerFridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433709700000091938" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">For a family man it may be the last vestige of his bachelor days. For some it’s the only place they can keep their golden nectar. And for me, it’s a little slice of heaven where I go to get away if just for a few minutes. I love, I mean love craft beers. Small batches, strong flavors, high ABVs, dark, darker, darkest, love it all. But it’s a little outta place next to the eggs and milk in the kitchen fridge. And with three boys plus Daddy in the house, a small fridge in the garage for drinks was a natural step. I call it my beer fridge, but to be honest, the only place you find beer is the door. The rest of the fridge is filled with juice bags, soda, & bottled water. But the door…oh yeah…that’s my territory. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">WARNING: EXTREME BEER SNOBBERY AHEAD</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">To quote a famous craft brewing company, I don’t care for fizzy yellow beer. The beers I like usually start at a darker yellow and go all the way to absolute black. Red & darker ales are always welcome. Pitch black porters & stouts are divine. Strong bouquets, multiple layers of flavors, and the ever complex game of identifying and naming all the flavors. It begins with the hunt for new beers. Always in search of something new, something with a different twist. Once in a while I find one that really satisfies and I put that on my “list”. The “list” is for the beers I fall back on when I don’t find anything new that peaks my curiosity. Kapuziner, Old Rasputin, Darkforce, and when I can get it Arrogant Bastard. All good, all interesting, when nothing else comes forward these are the go to beers for me. I don’t deal in volume when it comes to beer, and that’s a good thing since many of the beers I gravitate to are high ABV (alcohol by volume) beers. Two is my limit on anything stronger than you will find at Foodland. It’s not about getting bust up, it’s about taking some time to enjoy a “treat”. Slowing down, enjoying the sensations, being in the moment. With a busy life like mine, I need these breaks to keep me grounded. It’s not the alcohol, it’s the pattern break…speed limit zero. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So there is my refuge, the door of the beer fridge. More than just a drink, it’s a “mental health break” for a busy life.</p> Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414470070206781043.post-28243033307916122002010-01-31T20:22:00.000-08:002010-02-01T10:11:14.685-08:00Thinking on a Sunday afternoon...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-d6iLqSZnVx4rGIIAoRWOtYCWm7WXLOeacvEm1fZFGYTQT3rsk_c2kzSUeOniFtifN9quzeWihQW3DHMWOK1uApDNndfoHU54Xk31IAorZraj_z7oqx27kFkmPfJ4i7yT9YKTWtvunXo/s1600-h/DaddyWagon.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-d6iLqSZnVx4rGIIAoRWOtYCWm7WXLOeacvEm1fZFGYTQT3rsk_c2kzSUeOniFtifN9quzeWihQW3DHMWOK1uApDNndfoHU54Xk31IAorZraj_z7oqx27kFkmPfJ4i7yT9YKTWtvunXo/s320/DaddyWagon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433338984755415842" border="0" /></a><br />I don’t want to use this blog to espouse my religious beliefs, but there is a concept I hold to be true that I want to speak on here. I believe that every day we wake up, we have an incredible opportunity…the chance to get it right. I don’t know about you but I screw up every day. Far from perfect, I can see at least one major personal shortcoming every day. Not to say I’m all down on myself, just owing up to my own brand of suckiness.<br /><br />But I wake up again…not dead yet! So this new day is my chance to get right the things I got wrong yesterday. That’s a pretty cool thing when you think of it. I won’t dwell on yesterday’s suckiness, I’ll put my thoughts & efforts to getting it right today. Will I get it right or screw up again…sure I will, time & time again. But I hang my hat on that chance a new day brings me.<br /><br />Perfect? Nope! Willing to try, you bet…and I will, every time I get that new day.<br /><br />P.S. 6 1/2 hours later, the garage is clean and the Daddy Wagon is detailed for the first time in a year. I had to take a picture so I can remember how it's supposed to look.<br /><br />P.S.S. Deschutes Brewery, Mirror Pond Pale Ale is a good end to a day like this.Fat Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17037322515726029832noreply@blogger.com1