Nothing To See Here

To help keep this journal moving, I've assembled a patchwork of minutiae to substitute for entries that remain in a permanent state of "draft".

There is a great resource that lists all types of Bay Area Hawaiian events. A couple of them look pretty cool.

San Jose's Hukilau will be having a Beach Block Party on November 1st, after the football game between San Jose State and the University of Hawai'i. There will be food, crafts and live music. One Groove, Pupule' Boyz and Mana will be performing.

Na Leo is coming to Cupertino on December 4th as part of The Sounds of Hawai'i Holiday Tour. If the production quality is similar to the last concert I attended, it should be a good show.

I had been looking forward to getting a drink from Cafe Matisse after work. Things looked fine from a distance, but as I got closer, I noticed the windows had been covered. The door was open, so I peeked inside. The usually eclectic assortment of mismatched tables and couches were gone. Rather boring table-and-chair ensembles had replaced them. The place was being renovated. The sign on the door informed me that the Hookahs Nite Cafe would be coming soon. My shoulders slumped and I let out a sigh.

During the commercials of a Bob-related reality show, I saw the dramatic ending of Game 4. The World Series is all tied up again at two games apiece. If the Marlins win this thing, they aren't going to do it the easy way.

When our family went on vacations, my mom was the one who packed for everybody. She would stay up so late the night before, she'd only get an hour of sleep before we had to be heading to the airport. I couldn't sleep last night, so I got up and packed until 4:30 this morning (with a brief pause to post). The consequences of my insomnia should be catching up with me momentarily. I want to blame it on the anticipation of travelling, but I suspect that I'm slowly adopting my mom's packing habits.