Happy Halloween !
It’s halloween. My assistant manager came to work as a NY Yankees fan. He’s usually in a uniform. Anywho, the candy is all wrapped for the little monsters that will be roaming the neigborhood tonight. BOOO! I have an evil craving for twix. Anyone have any? I’ll trade you some nestle crunch.
SO CAL is on fire : [
Things suck in Cali these days. It’s really bad for the rest of nation to watch. Hang in there everyone!
it’s chilly in here!
Okay, mother nature brought in the colder fall temperature today. Everyone’s in coats or hoodies. It’s just as well because it is the month for halloween. Bring out the pumpkin pie and apple cider for everyone. Brown is fall’s color. Also, I noticed that more of the county high schoolers are cutting through the backstreets of my neighborhood. They’re probably skipping school. KIDS THESE DAYS.
Japanese Crossover
I wrote this poem about a month ago. I loved these movies while I was gowing up and it was a real treat going to the movies to watch each of them. I’m now older and realize what these movies were really about or who they were about. Let me know what you think.
Wax on Man
We loved the Karate Kid.
Do we really know what it’s about?
An American-style blockbuster
Ralph Macchio in Japanese robes.
A mediocre screenplay sold to Hollywood Execs
Fans lined up outside Middle-America movie theaters.
We did not know their obvious ploy.
Pat Morita was the real hero of this trilogy.
Wax on. Wax off.
What were they thinking?
Applaud Morita San.
For filling those shoes—culturally iconic for us.
The Master Karate Sensie—Miyagi San in the movie.
He got a raw deal.
We couldn’t tell then what we know now upon reflection.
Morita lent the movie solid and believable credibility.
Movies we loved and ate up like M&Ms,
Give Pat Morita a posthumous movie award.
Miyagi san! You’re the hero in these movies…we’ll tell y’ah.
Thank you Mr. Pat Morita.
R.I.P.
Early Morning
It’s friday morning. Gotta clean the litter boxes for the cats in the house. Yucky. It’s for the best. Charlie, on the other hand, is a clean dog. i like my dog better. Anyone wanna volunteer to clean the litter boxes on my behalf? Please let me know.
Flat “Dark Water”
I tried to watch a scary movie. I say, “tried” because I have a hard time believing what I’m watching. Things are so out of control in them. “Freddie vs. Jason,” “Alien vs. Predator,” and then there are the “Holloween” movies, which by now looks like an encyclopedia collection on your shelf. You know it does.
I caught a bit of old favorite of mine: “Fried Green Tomatoes” on one of the channels. Jessica Tandy reminds me of my grandmother. RIP–for both of them. ”FG Tomatoes” also makes me think of food, which is a bad idea all together. Yah…lemonade, honey-butter, and good rasberry scones. They sell them at the local farmer’s market. i’ll have to head over and buy a scone or two next week. Anyone like scones?
Oh…don’t even bother watching, “Dark Water.”
After Party–Guam Style
I attended a party for one of my eldest sister’s high school friends from Guam. It’s interesting to have a Guam-style party on the east coast of the U.S. It was a nice break from the usual all-American fare that dominates U.S. restaurants and supermarkets. I had more than one Sam Adams. I took it easy. Good eats and good company. Here is a poem about my island home: Guam.
Pacific Happy Hour
We don’t hear the Hawaiians
With their Hula hips shaking,
And ukulele strumming.
This is not Honolulu.
We’re not known for ornate facial tattoos
Or ink body art intrigue
Like the Maori of New Zealand.
Please don’t mistake us for Filipinos
Who serve up the best roasted lecheon
At their family gatherings.
We’ll say no to being called Malaysian
Who have Singapore
As their City of Gold.
We reside in Micronesia–
The Marianas to be exact.
Often dismissed by the world-at-large
And perhaps known as a place and people not worth remembering.
We are the Chamorro of Guahan
Or even better: Guam.
We are blest with our Pacific-Island Heritage.
Thousands of Japanese tourists know the truth and
Visit Guam for their honeymoons and days in the sun.
We’ll serve you our favorite,
Which is tuba gone wrong.
A real man’s drink made by our hands
From the coconut trees’ bosom.
Tuba is not available in the Caribbean
Or the West Indies;
Although, you can find the coconut—
The world’s largest nut dotting most tropical isles.
Guam is the only tropical-island paradise
Where a man can drink his tuba
And meet the native witch doctors
Who distill it.
It’s a knockout PUNCH in more ways than one.
Fall Springs Eternal???
I woke up this morning and felt the sogginess and gloominess of fall. I thinks it’s here. Based on the calendar–fall is here. I’ve already had a discussion about halloween with my assistant manager. He comes to work dressed as a NY Yankees fan every Halloween. Last year, there was a lion, cheetah, and Dorothy (from Oz) in the dining room. They were kids out trick or treating who wanted a meal in the restaurant. This year, I’ll go to work dressed as Charlie Brown or Frankenstien. Any suggestions?
Mind your Ps and Qs.
I had an English professor in college who is an urban legend at my alma mater. She is known as the professor who failed the famous writer Tom Clancy. Loyola College undergraduates shy away from her classes, and the brave ones leave her office in tears after reviewing (what is wrong with) their papers. She’ll brutally review your paper and break your heart. So here is one for Professor A———.
Heart’s Walk
Sand hugs my feet.
One step after another.
Walking with no angles–
A happy heart’s gallop.
Never stopping at all.
Running with all heart’s strength
Happiness core intent love
Never feeling second best.
A blue ribbon prize for excellence,
Never straying or distracted.
Heart’s fidelity permanent
Solid and heavy weighted.
The heart fetches its target.
In heart’s race.
True and happy.
Owen’s Ache-ie Heart and Britney’s Wiggin Out
What is going on with Hollywood you guys? Owen Wilson decided that losing Kate Hudson to her new boyfriend meant it was time to take a oneway trip to the afterlife. Britney’s latest antics show that she’s still a girl and not yet a woman who is a child carrying member of mommiehood. Now, estranged from her own mother, Britney’s probably gonna make a new album for her fans. Anyone wanna bet me on this?
Poor Owen should just celebrate by taking on a new career in modelling. I do feel sorry for the guy because it does appear that he has everything an average Joe could want in life. Aren’t there bigger problems in the world than losing Kate Hudson? Sadness lingers. I’m off to watch MTV.
