Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Red, Red, Red, RED!

I have always been in infatuated with office supplies.

No matter what job I had – and I’ve had many – I would always get excited about filling my desk drawers with a plethora of supplies (secretly knowing they would come home with me when the job ended).

There were assorted pens and pencils, pads of paper (numerous sizes), calendars, white out, tape, paperclips, rubber bands, binder clips, and the list goes on and on and on.

When the going got tough at work I would always take solace in the latest Office Supply Catalogue. It was calming, cathartic. And since the company was paying I would order myself something special, maybe a new desk lamp or a P-touch label maker or a leather bound binder.

But over the past year my yearning for office supplies began to wane. I was saturated with everything needed for a successful office. There didn’t seem to be anything new in the catalogues to give me a rise. Office supply foreplay was virtually non-existent, dwindling to a quick glance and little joy.

Then suddenly something wonderful happened. On my first day in the production office in Hawaii I was looking at the stagnant supply of common office supplies when a bright red shiny item caught my eye.
My heart beat faster and the blood started pumping. There within reach was a red Swingline stapler. Red. I reached out and caressed its smooth sleekness and knew that something wonderful was happening. I got dizzy and squinted my eyes as the joy of office supplies reached a high I’d never experienced before. Wow!

I’m in love.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

13,470 is a Big Number

This morning I was perusing the numerous news sites I've bookmarked trying my best to stay in tune and informed. With my recent busy production schedule I’ve found myself lapsing into the “I’ll check it later” mode. And just as I was about to click over to for the weekend movie grosses a headline caught my eye:

13,470 Drunk Driving Deaths in ‘06

I was stunned. I didn’t know if the number was an increase from previous years or a decrease. It didn’t matter at that point. 13,470 was suddenly a big number. It took on a gargantuan proportion.

Something about it hit me hard, and I began to think.

13,470 is half the number of people in my hometown.
Of the 13,470 how many were children?
How many were pregnant women?
How many were innocent people who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time?
13,470 is 13,470 people I’ll never have the joy of knowing.
How many of the inebriated fools walked away from the accident without a scratch?
Did the drunken survivors go to prison or did they get off with community service?
13,470 is 13,470 too many.

The very first time I ever came face-to-face with an alcohol related death was when I was in junior high school. I remember it clearly. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when my social studies teacher, his wife, mother-in-law, and newborn son were innocently driving along and hit head on by a drunk driver. The only survivors were the newborn child… and the drunken man who hit them. The drunk walked away from the accident with barely a bruise. The child’s future was suddenly changed forever.

What will it take to make people think before they drink too much and drive?

I don’t have the answer. I wish I did.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Lurking In My Mind Today…

I need to read more David Sedaris.

Hurricane Flossie was a dud. The weather alert about a tsunami hitting Kauai was all hype and no action. I got all excited for nothing.

Rove is leaving the White House. Miracles do happen. Now if we can only get the Village Idiot out of there…

President Hillary Clinton. Yes.

I just learned that when there are a lot of frogs leaping and frolicking it means the ecosystem is in balance. Kauai has thousands of frogs. I’m living in balance. Now what is it they say about kissing a frog?

I have a lot of respect for my friend Eve.

Green has replaced blue as my favorite color. It’s not easy being green, but I’m up for the challenge.

Mathematics can be fun… if you’re number inclined. I am, though sometimes I prefer measuring in centimeters rather than inches. I wonder why?

Honu is Hawaiian for turtle. Turtles can live up to 2,000 years. In the production office where I work they call me Honu. Does that mean they think I’m old? Slow?

Honu? Who Knew?

Disco might be shallow and superficial, but it sure makes me smile. Does that make me shallow and superficial?

As we get older hair grows in places we never thought possible. Thank goodness for razors and Nair.

A woman I know is always proclaiming she’s on a salad-only diet. Yesterday I watched her gorge herself on chocolate chip cookies and fistfuls of dark chocolate M&Ms.

Stop slamming the door!

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Greetings From Kapaa

My life has been turned upside down and all around over the past week, and it’s all good, real good.

Since March I’ve been working in film production as a production secretary for a film that’s being filmed in both Los Angeles and Hawaii. I was hired for the Los Angeles office only, and was told I wouldn’t be working on location in Hawaii (Kapaa, Kauai to be exact).

Well I’ve had a quick lesson in don’t believe everything you’re told…

On Monday night I received a call from my boss. She asked me how I looked in a grass skirt. I said “sexy.” She then told me to pack I it up because I was coming to Hawaii.

Long story short, two days later I arrived in Kapaa, Kauai and I’ll be here for the next few weeks (possibly longer).

I’m working long hours and haven’t had the opportunity to see a lot but what I’ve seen is absolutely beautiful. The ocean is a shade of blue I’ve never seen before. It’s mesmerizing.

There are roosters roaming freely all over the place. They start cock-a-doodle-doing around 4:30 in the morning. Supposedly it was during the hurricane of ’92 that the coops were destroyed and the roosters saw an opportunity to escape and did. They’ve since multiplied and set up home all over the island. The other morning while walking to work I encountered seven roosters.

What’s most exciting is that Buffy Sainte-Marie lives on the island of Kauai in the town of Kapaa. I have admired her and her songs for a long time. If you don’t know who she is I urge you to check her out. Her CD “Up Where We Belong” is a great introduction to the brilliance of Buffy.

I secretly hope that as I’m wandering Kapaa I will see her roaming too. I wonder if she’d have a cup of coffee with me? If I see her I’ll have to ask.

I’ve got tomorrow off of work. After I roam around maybe I’ll take hula lessons. Now that would be a hoot!