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Sometimes I Feel
by Jace Daniel (b. 1969)

Sometimes I feel like a dog,
Brave, loyal, dirty, and abused;
Sometimes I feel like a cat,
Keen, independent, stray, withdrawn.

Sometimes I feel like a rooster,
Unequaled, punctual, loud, and obnoxious;
Sometimes I feel like a wolf,
Social, dominant, hungry, alone.

Sometimes I feel like a fish,
Free, schooled, hooked, and unfeeling;
Sometimes I feel like a fox,
Quick, smart, hunted, arcane.

Sometimes I feel like a pig,
Carefree, satisfied, lazy, and slaughtered;
Sometimes I feel like a horse,
Wild, strong, crippled, dead.

Other times I just feel like a bunny rabbit.

Waikiki, April 5th, 2008.

This just in from a JetBlue newsletter, notifying us of a slight change:

Bring your own headset
Effective June 1, free headsets will no longer be available on JetBlue flights. This benefits the environment by reducing unnecessary waste and it benefits your ears by providing the best sound and inflight entertainment experience.

Kinda like the way the elimination of free airline food benefits my stomach by providing me with my own sandwich.

Where it all began. The apartment in which I was conceived. 1638 Anapuni Street, Honolulu, Hawaii, in the Makiki section of town. Still painted a horrendous mauve taupe. Second floor there. End unit.

I know exactly what you’re asking, and it’s a good question. It’s been a long time, nearly forty years now. But if my memory serves me correctly, I think it was, you know, hanging over the balcony rail.

Long day. This was the last time I’ve been anywhere near a horizontal position in the last thirty hours, snapped yesterday from the 37th floor lanai above King Street in Honolulu before eventually catching a red eye to Los Angeles by way of a two hour layover in Salt Lake City. I’m now pulling down a bunch of pics from my phone and camera documenting Pop’s induction, and will be posting them here sooner than later.

Until then, I must go lie down.

Here’s a grip of photos from Dad’s 2008 induction into the Punahou Athletic Hall-Of-Fame. I’ve gone ahead and backdated this post to Sunday April 6th, the night of the event.

Images below include a scan of the program, some photos from the Saturday party on the 5th, and, of course, images from the gig at the Pacific Club.

I’ve opened up Comments, as I’m gonna need some help from Dad and Mom in order to match names with the faces. For now, consider this post work in progress.

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So not without a few minor complications, I’m finally getting on a flight in a few hours. To get in the mood, I just revisited the vintage footage of Pop’s stellar game in 1961 against Roosevelt. I got an extra kick out of his jock-busting move on his 44-yard punt return, which starts at 00:39 in the clip below.

*Trip out alert: here’s a still photo of the same play that showed up in the newspaper. Pause the video at about 00:49 and compare it to the photograph. Then, at 00:50, you can see photographer Jack Matsumoto in the white shirt on the sideline.

The brunette cheerleader in blue touching the ground at 01:16 may be Mom. If not, she’d be one of the others in yellow. She was the songleader of the squad; I’ll ask her which color she wore.

So with my bag packed and in the truck, I stopped by the office for a half day before heading to the airport to catch my afternoon flight to Honolulu on ATA Airlines. Wrapping up some business here with Linabel on the phone, I let her know that I’ll be leaving for Hawaii in a few hours. What she said next made my heart stop: [click to continue…]

I’ll be enjoyably droidless for the next several days for the induction, so there won’t be a whole lot going on around here outside of the usual tweets. Until next week, I was backing up some media and stumbled upon 26 of my letters from Honolulu recorded by my grandfather on October 15, 1972. The kid could hit a note, right?

Aloha.