Hawaiian Reeves

Hawaiian would just like to say that he is seriously, deeply, and possibly permanently… tired on this most unmemorable of Memorial Day weekends.
So basically, the past few weeks have not been the best of times (and nor, thankfully, have they been the worst of times) and I therefore have not been up to the challenge of sharing that which goes on in my head with the few of you who might choose to read it. To recap: my spring nonfling flew to the other side of the country for three months, my favorite linen pants developed an unfortunate and irreparable hole, the guy who stood me up at the airport last fall resurfaced in a relatively unwanted way, an actual wanted date didn’t surface at all, and Taylor Hicks won American Idol. Yes, all of this, and yet we’re still not even nearing what I might consider “the worst of times.”

I think I’ve been living with some sort of long-term hangover lately. It’s hard to describe, really, but if I were to attempt to capture the sensation for the rest of you, it’s almost like my eyes have been taped open, and I’ve been forced to stare at a picture of (more…)

(to those of you who still have added your complaints/criticisms of the site, its layout, and content to my previous post, please, please do so before the Hawaiian Times begin a changin’.  You know how rarely I beg, so consider it your duty to be part of the movement for progress.  After all, if you’re not part of the solution…)

So for those who’ve been paying attention to the lack of updates around here, it’s probably pretty clear that Hawaiian has had a bad case of page fright recently.

And I’m not exactly sure what’s behind it.  Maybe it’s the growing headache I’ve had for the past three weeks.  Maybe it’s the morning sunlight that pours in through the cracks between my white blinds and bounces off of my white walls and reflects back from the white sheets and reminds me that truly, at the end of the day, I really am living in an institution.  Maybe it’s because (more…)