Hilo

OK, I got back from Hilo yesterday morning. The flights were exhausting; an all night red eye. Redundancy. I also managed to piss off the tattooed white trash face sucking couple in front of me by apparently pushing my bag into their feet. I awoke to the turned around evil eye of the classless sunburned fake blond. I felt nothing.

Hilo was awesome. It was just beautiful. I got to see many great sites; volcanoes, waterfalls and beaches. Everything went smooth and I discovered an amazing candy store off of the bay where our hotel was located. There is talks of doing another job in Hawaii and I can only hope that I am able to make that adventure too.

The food was great. I ate a lot of fish at a nice little tourist trap of a restaurant named Pestos. We also ate at a little Mexican food place, the food was horrible but one particular waitress left me breathless.

One afternoon there was a young lady practicing yoga on the little peninsula that jutted out into the blue water in the bay behind the hotel. She flexed, bent and stretched in the patch of green grass surrounded by black lava rocks. I went and asked her if I could join the following day but due to rain and work I was unable to partake in the meditation. The sound of the ocean crashing into the rock and the soothing coolness of the ocean on my feet while trying to peer out into the water to catch the curvature of the earth ended up being the only meditation I needed.

Cohen

Lat night I had the privilege of seeing Leonard Cohen in concert. I was one of the most special and sincere shows I have ever experienced. Backed by an incredibly talented band Cohen, 74, crooned through some of his biggest hits and some of my favorites: Take this Waltz, Tower of Song, I'm Your Man, So Long Marianne, First We Take Manhattan, Everybody Knows, In My Secret Life, Hallelujah and a chilling spoken word rendition of A Thousand Kisses Deep. Despite his age, Cohen was very spiritedly jogging and skipping on and off stage during five encore performances. He also joked with the crowd discussing how it was the first time he had been on stage in 14 or 15 years "...I was 60. Just a young boy filled with dreams." He performed close to three hours and was at the top of his game at all times. It was such a beautiful night and I consider myself very lucky to be able to see him on what has to be his last tour.

I consider myself very blessed to have seen these to incredible song writers in the last year

Just More Stuff:

I leave for Hilo, Hawaii on Sunday so I will have some more travel type stuff to report.



But until then:



House Republicans roll out alternative budget

I love this video. Adam Sandberg has proven to be pretty funny and that's something unusual for the newer age of Saturday Night Live.

Serial Killer: Mugshots of the "Killer Clown." The story John Wayne Gacy.

I recently rented and watched the movie Synecdoche, New York. It is an incredible movie but very disturbing; classic Charlie Kaufman. After receiving the MacArthur grant a director finds himself trying to create a play about his life and throughout the process of creating this play it becomes his life.

"The use of synecdoche is a common way to emphasize an important aspect of a fictional character; for example, a character might be consistently described by a single body part, such as the eyes, which come to represent the character. This is often used when the main character does not know or care about the names of the characters that he/she is referring to."