i saw 8 million things.

it is true. i have been away. and now i have returned. older, wiser, with plenty of sun induced vitamin d highs to last me through may.

hawai'i was magnificent, as usual. the weather can only be described as perfect. the water is always calming. and the pool at our apartment sized hotel had a lava rock waterfall and was not chlorinated, it was salted. which was awesome.

david and i broke away from the moms and my sister and her bf for a day trip to hilo, a great little/big town if you're ever in the area, and we managed to spend a couple of days lazing by the pool and watching a scandalous amount of tv. i like to spend my vacations accomplishing as little as possible and soaking up as much selfish me-time as i can. i am almost always against tourist trappy 'events' like whale watching tours and luaus (yes, i did those things), but when someone else is picking up about 90% of the tab for the entire trip... you grit your teeth and bear it. sometimes you even have fun in spite of yourself.

and i learned fun little factoids. for example- dolphins hate aerosmith. it's true. at first i thought that the captain of our whale watching boat was using the 45 minute long, homemade aerosmith mix tape that played on loop FOR HOURS as bait. au contraire, mes amies. while it is true that i was witness to some serious dolphin and whale action, it was probably in spite of the soundtrack rather than because of it. i think all of the shit bombing, or really more like spraying, was their way of saying 'we don't mind coming out to play, but if you could change the tunes, that'd be great'.

also, i learned that the sight of a three ton hump back whale jumping and twisting out of the water (twice) less than fifty yards from me is enough to crack even my insurpassable veneer of un-effectableness. that is correct, i smiled in spite of myself. who knew. i will still mock all the bitches who ran out and bought gold dolphin charms and sea turtle tee shirts right off the boat, though. that will never change.

there were pictures also, i'm almost positive. they will be uploaded or emailed and then shared worldwide like anyone gives a damn. and you will smile and nod at the appropriate moments, and life will go on as it has always.

love and kisses.

blabbling.

the past two weeks have been closing around me in a lot of ways. i have those end of winter bouts of crazy/depression that are mini versions of the ones that prompted us to flee syracuse like persecuted zealots, plus we've been constructing a war-room out of our dining room table for the purposes of hunkering down and actually getting the proverbial show on the road re: bittersweet.

it's only overwhelming for about one in every five minutes. that's not too bad, right? i'm currently comparing prices for hot cups. i want to go with the ecotainer carte blanche one. and now i'm faced with the most ridiculous questions- is 13 cents a cup for a sustainability award winning cup too much? obviously that sounds almost ridiculous to ask at first. but seriously. if a pound of coffee (i'm pretty much leaning toward true blue roasters.) costs roughly, just guessing here, about 9 bucks a pound wholesale that's 30 cents a cup. plus every other penny that goes into it for sugar and cream and blah blah blah.... and people bitch when an 12 ounce cup of coffee costs more than a dollar. what the fuck am i going to do?!

in the pit of my stomach i feel totally panicky about broad street. it seems like the right choice for a location in some ways, but in others it terrifies me with it's instability. as much as i think we both want to get in on the ground floor of a legitimate 'next thing', it's apparently really difficult to let go and just jump. plus, there are so many other locations to consider. none quite so much what we set out looking for, really. but that doesn't mean that it's the only or the best just because it fits our arbitrary criteria.

blargh!