Later, apropos of nothing, a crow in a tree above me yelled at me like a growling cat.
On my morning walk today (January 31--JANUARY!!) I heard a Mockingbird going at it. Oh boy. Luckily it was far from my house. (click on the picture to hear what I heard and what I hope to NOT hear this spring near our house!!)
Arthur C. ClarkeWell known for nonfiction science writing and for early promotion of the effort toward space travel, his fiction was often grand and visionary.
Sanjay Shah posted this on one of my favorite websites. Found at the corner of Linden and California in Venice.
I dig it. So not like regular grafiti.
(I wrote this post for my other website but thought it would be good for this site too.)
When I was in high school (15) and trying to figure out what I wanted to do in life, I seriously wanted to be an astronaut. Seriously. I figured I would go to the Air Force Academy and then get into the space program. I also decided I should learn how to fly before I got there. My parents were very supportive (thought secretly scared to death) and paid for lessons. I helped by working part time at the flight school at the Kahului Airport.
My flight instructor was David L. Osman. When I think back on all the amazing teachers in my life, David, Leonard and Mr. Takamori are tied for 1st. (All from Maui schools, hmmm) He was enthusiastic, funny, smart, a great pilot and made the whole process easy. About 13 flight hours into the lessons, and after my 16th birthday, student pilot's license in hand, we flew to Hana to practice landings there. This was not unusual as we could get out of the way of the Kahului aiport traffic and practice landings at an uncontrolled airport.
On September 2, 1983, I solo'd. I knew it was coming up so I wasn't completely surprised when David said, "On this next landing, pull up to the building so I can get out. Do three touch and goes, then pick me up again." Righteous!
So I did. I'm sure I was grinning huge the whole way. Not to mention singing a Duran Duran song. (Hey it was 1983, I'm alone for a good 20 minutes in a vehicle (Cessna 152) without any kind of music and I'm STOKED...might as well sing!)
Recently, in searching for photos of Maui for oggonline, I found these photos. They took my breath away because this the view of what it is like to land at Hana. And these photos were taken from a high winged airplane, just like mine. It was the view of my first solo. I wanted to share. (Click on all to make bigger.)
"Hana Airport Traffic, Cessna 6243 Quebec on base for runway 8, touch and go."
That's me and 43Q. This was taken later on my first cross country solo to the Big Island. (What you can't see is that I'm barefoot. I wore slippers into the plane, but flew barefoot. Just like driving....)
By the way, I wrote to the owner of the photos to ask if I could use them, but never heard back. So I am going to anyway, hope you don't mind, sir! Here is his site.
Okay, you may have heard how cold it is in LA. (No back-talk from you mid-westerners, I feel your pain, but LA doesn't actually FREEZE all that often.) See: (Got this image from one of my favorite websites: Metroblogging LA.)
I live in West LA -- basically at the 10/405 intersection. I have lived in this neighborhood for 12 years and this is the 3rd time we've had hail...love it!
I started a new blog. (Why have just one when you can have three?) It is called OGG Online and is geared toward people who used to live on Maui but now live on the mainland. Check it out here!
More formally you can find it at:
More formally you can find it at:
I don't have .com yet as it is already taken by someone else.
If you know anyone that is from Maui or if you are curious, please stop by.
And why "OGG"? Because that is the airport code and if you are from there, you know that very well.
Mahalo nui loa!