i forgot that it’s a texas thing. at least we got that right…
Pfffft - they do at least sell it out here, you just have to know where to look. Hell, Shovelbum and I even had some on tap at a place in long beach. I’ve been trying to convince Trader Joes they need to start stocking it because right now it means an extra trip to BevMo.
My friend AdamIss wanted some advice on the Big Island.
Here’s my take on the Big Island:
1. Rent a car and make sure it has 4 wheel drive. You’re gonna go off-road on this sucker.
2. Kayak + snorkel in Kaleakakua Bay / Captain Cook Monument when you are on the Kona side. Kona is very beachy…
Most excellent list!
We were just there in thanksgiving, and I’d add stargazing on Mauna Kea, depending on the length of the trip, and especially if you got with #1 above with the 4wd. The stargazing and sunset at the Mauna Kea observatory is simply breathtaking. I don’t have the words to describe it. But, it’s a bit of a drive just up to the visitor info center, and even longer to the top. And it also means you have to pack clothes for cold weather.
What I wouldn’t give to be sipping a mango mango margarita at Huggo’s right now.
This may be before many of you Tumblrs were born. I date myself, but this is important. Please forgive me for the lack of snark, witticisms, etc.
25 years ago as I sat in a darkened classroom, eyes glued to a television set, I watched seven people die as the Challenger exploded. I was too young to understand what had just happened. My teacher shut off the feed. I don’t remember if I or any of my classmates cried. We lacked the understanding that what we’d just watched had actually happened to real people, and that we’d just gone through a bookmark moment in our lives—that we would from then on say, “I was in class that day. I watched it happen.” The Challenger disaster was the first time I ever saw death, before I’d lost a pet, a grandparent, or a parent. Almost 15 years later I’d witness deaths on television again and remember that quiet classroom.
I just watched a Challenger retrospect and heard Ronald Regan say those gorgeous words that hurt but somehow made things better, about how the astronauts and teacher had “slipped the surly bonds of earth” to “touch the face of God.” What words. What a speaker.
I’m concerned about Space. It might be because I had a scientist for a father. It might be because I believe, deeply, that the answers to who we are as a species can and must be found by pushing ourselves to the limits of what is possible. When we learn what makes a black hole, learn about other life on other planets, learn even just a small part of what is out there, we understand more of the very fundamentals of what makes us intrinsically human. To quote again we, “touch the face of God.” Whether you believe or not—I, myself, do not—striving for understanding, for the grace of knowledge, is what signifies that we are human. It’s the closest thing I can put my finger on as being the human soul.
Shortly there will be no more manned space missions from NASA. To say my heart is breaking doesn’t quite cover it. No more manned space missions means that at some point we decided that our spark of understanding, that desire to explore and feed the soul, did not fit into a budget. It means we became resigned to there being just one place for us in the universe, and in that sense, a limited world of opportunity. It means that the dream everyone my age had of growing up to be an astronaut won’t exist anymore. It also says in a quiet, almost insidious way, that we might not properly value the sacrifice of those who died in pursuit of Space, and the possibility that we might live in it. If we stop, when we stop exploring, it is a terrible loss.
Since the first human raised his head to the skies, we’ve needed to know what is out there. We’ve had a desire to be among the stars. We’ve called it Heaven, Ether, Space—but we’ve always known that somehow we belonged in it. I hope, desperately hope, that our exploration will continue somehow, that we will venture forth into the great void. Manned space travel is a physical representation of the metaphysical act of exploring the soul. The day we stop searching is the day we refuse to look our maker in the eye.
“I am deeply saddened to learn of the murder of David Kato. In Uganda, David showed tremendous courage in speaking out against hate. He was a powerful advocate for fairness and freedom. The United States mourns his murder, and we recommit ourselves to David’s work. LGBT rights are not special rights; they are human rights.” - President Barack Obama
“For the record, I believe Sarah Palin is a true statesman whose experience as a failed vice presidential candidate, half-term governor, and eight-episode reality show star has fully prepared her to take control of our nuclear arsenal.”—STEPHEN COLBERT, clarifying his earlier sentiments about Sarah Palin, on The Colbert Report. (via inothernews)