Saturday, January 13, 2018

Fair Weather Friends and Family

I stayed in bed late this morning because i was sick during the night. my traveling v=compsnion, who had an adjoining room, left early with our shared rental car so tht she could hike elsewhere on the island.  As i was resting in bed after having tossed cookies for hours, an alarming sound came from my cell phone, which was across the from from me. I got out of bed to check it. upon checking, I saw the message pictured above.

I haven't a clue as to where to go on this island to seek shelter. It's not likely that this particular island would be the soecific target of ant ballistic missile, but with Kim Jong Idiot in charge, regardless of the intended target, the missile would be as likely to hit this island as any other. I was alone in a hotel room without a soul that I knew within miles of me. To say that I was frightened would be an understatement.

I telephoned my dad. He didn't answer. i telephoned my mom. She didn't answer, either. I texted both of them, but received responses from neither. I telephoned and texted two aunts and uncles, all with similar non-responses. I messgaed  a close friend. He ignored my messages as well.

My friend doesn't really owe me words of reassurance or anything else. I just thoughr, mistsakenly, it would seem, that we had the sort of relationship in which that sort of thing would be provided. 

My family, on the other hand, does owe me something. I've given plenty of myself to them.

Thirty-eight minutes later, we received through emergency text the message that the earlier message was a "drill."  We've since been told by authorities through the news media that the "drill" was human error. "Someone" pushed the wrong button. if such was the case, why did it take the goons thierty-eight minutes to compose the message that it was a drill, false alaem, or whatever they wish to claim it was? You accidenr=tally hit a button warning everyone in the islands that missile attack is imminent, so you immediately type a retraction. It's not rocket science, and it shouldn't have taken thirty-eight minutes. People on the mainline knew it wasn't legitimate before we did. Speculation is that it may have been a hack and that government officials are reluctant to admit such was the case. I don't know what to believe. They're all a pack of liars.

Regarding the responses or lack thereof from my family and friend, it reinforces to me the concept that a person should expect very little from anyone. If one expects little or nothing, one will not be disappointed ot hurt when little or nothing comes.

As a cautionary tale to "family" and "friends," if you are ever again in need of bone marrow, or if you need a kidney, or even if you need just a few words of comfort during a stressful time in your life, you might not want to count on me to provide it. It's possible that I am the same sort of friend or relative that you are.

Friday, January 12, 2018

How Alexis Came Into Existence

I'm now close to the wettest spot on Earth, but it's not raining. It is a bit chilly, though. Instead of enjoying the beautiful outdoors or taking advantage of the free music, I'm holed up in my room, under the covers of my bed. My parents would be thrilled to know that I spent thousands of dollars to travel to the tropics so that I could stay in bed all evening, but my stomach hurts, and besides, leisure is an individual thing.

Speaking of my parents, I've never shared the sequence of events that led to my existence. i may as well do so now.

My maternal grandmother succumbed to pancreatic cancer the the beginning of summer between my mom's junior and senior years of high school. Then my grandfather's home base as an airline pilot was moved from Nebraska to Hawaii shortly prior to the beginning of my mom's senior year of high school.  Her twin brother was attending an air force academy prep school near Colorado Springs, so he wasn't impacted by the move except that he would be flying to Hawaii instead of Nebraska for vacations -- a prospect that didn't exactly disappoint him. My mom was, predictably less than thrilled, though she recognized that there were worse places than Hawaii to which her father could have been transferred. They quickly packed up, moved briefly to a hotel until they could fuind a suitable house or apartment, and went about the process of finding an acceptable school for my mom.  She wasn't a great fit for any traditional school. Public schools in Hawaii tend to be rough, and the locals aren't typically fond of the white kids, who are referred to as haoles (pronouced howlies). It's not considered a term of endearment there.

As a high school senior my mom was a mere fifteen years old.  Because self-defense wasn't a particular forte for her, public school was off the table as an option. My grandfahter immediately began asking everyone he knew in the area about Catholic high schools. An airline executive who happened to be a trustee at an esteemed private school on the island of Oahu overheard the conversation and mentioned that he had connections with a high-quality private school. He explained that the school very rarely accepted  upper-classmen, but that he might be able to  pull a few strings on my mom's behalf if she scored well on the school's entrance exam.

Where self-defense was not my mom's forte, paper-to-pencil tests were a particular strength.  Her overall test scores were supposedly the highest the school had seen in several years. Once a few formalities were covered, she had scored an admission into what is arguably the most prestigious school in all of the Hawaiian islands . (People for the Kamehameha Schools would almost certainly dispute this.)  My mom finished her senior year with honors, then made her way back to the mainland to attend Stanford University, where she completed dual degree programs in music performance and mathematics. Following her stint at Stanford, she obtained a master's degree from U. C. Berkeley.

My mom completed her master's degree mid-year. Finding jobs isn't always easy in Decemeber and January.  When her former high school administrator called her and informed her of a need for a long-term substitute  at her high school alma mater, she jumped on the offer. She was able to live rent-free at her dad's apartment, and her dad  bought a reliable used car for her. Her teaching assignment was going well enough, though the night life left something to be desired.

Then a father of one of her students asked her about her performing experience. He owned a nghtclub in Waikiki, and needed entertainment four nights a week. The main issue was that my mom was as haole as haoles come, and the tourists who frequented the joint expexted someeone a bit more authentically Hawaiian.  A spray tan, a quick hair dye job, and a bit of practice at the local dialect later, my mom was transformed. By day, she was Miss Erin Fitzsimmons, the music teacher. By night, she was Kalani Kanama, the ukulele- and keyboad-playing singer and hula dancer.  She knew a lot of the songs she would need to sing just from her year in a Hawaiian high school and from her teaching assignment,  and the rest she learned as she went.  She was a hit, and attendance at the night club on the nights she worked rose steadily.

One night, someone in the audience requested the song "Hawaii Aloha."  It's not the usual night club fare, but one needs to please the audience. My mom explained that she would sing it, but that the song was best peformed with harmony. Up jumped a young man who insisted he knew the song and could sing it with her. He was cute, she said, so she took him up on the offer.  He even borrowed a guitar that belonged to a musician who would appear later and provided the accompaniment. Much to my mom's shock, he did actually know the song and, furthermore, was good. He sang a few more songs with her. By then, her set was finished. They went off for a late dinner.  The rest is history. They've been making either music or babies together ever since.

          "Hawaii Aloha" as performed by the Punahou graduating class of 2005.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Fitness to Serve Versus Right to Privacy

President Donald Trump is scheduled to undergo a medical examination, after which he has promised to disclose the results.  I'm unsure as to how much  to trust the results as disclosed by President Trump, by my pal Sarah Huckabee Sanders, or even by the medical examiner himself or herself. After all, President Trump has already proclaimed himself to be a "very stable genius,"  which I find to be difficult to believe for reasons too innumerable to count. In explanation, suffice it to say that most "very stable geniuses" do not describe themselvs as such.  The only sorts of individuals who might choose to use such words in self description might be members of the Mensa organzation, who  often pride themselves on their supposed high intellect if not their stability as well, and might feel compelled to make such  declarations. Among other "very stable geniuses," it would seem to allow both their stability and their intellect speak for themselves.

Think about it. When is the last time you heard a bona fide genius refer to himself as such? I cannot recall a single time in modern history when such has happened.

As to the reporting of the results of the proposed examination, whether it be physical, mental, or both, who is to share the results, and how much stock should be placed in the veractiy of said reports? Trump himself can say anything he wants or direct any member of his staff to do the same about the results of his medical exam. Whether the facts shared with the public are genuine and truthful information and data or those of a more alernative nature of facthood remains to be seen.  My understanding of the situation is that the president has the same rights of privacy concerning his health information as protected by HIPAA laws as does everyone else in our nation. He can choose to inform us about his health or choose to keep the information to himself. Keeping the infomation to himself could lead to wild speculation and could ultimately hurt his cause should he seek reelection, but still, the information is his to diclose or to sit on.

Perhaps the law is unjust in this instance. Perhaps we as the public have the right to know if our president  is facing a terminal illness or a chronic illness that might affect his outlook. If, for example, he's not going to be around for long to deal with the after-a=effects, his decisions concerning the use of nuclear weapons could be skewed. Furtherore, if he suffers from a neurological condition impacting reasoning, memory, or thought processes otherwise to the extent that his cognitive functioning might interfere with his ability to carry out the functions of his job, I'm of the opinion that such is something the public has the right to know.  My opinion notwithstanding,  laws presently standing prohibit the release of such information. The nation's only protection from such a scenaeio is the Twenty-fifth Amendment to the consititution. We could only hope that those working closely with the president would recognize the signs of such impending decline and would be able to put partisan politics aside for the good of the nation.

The Twenty-fifth Amendment represents an extreme scenario. What is far more likely to happen is that the physician or physicians conducting the exam might possibly point out areas of concern, either physical or mental.   It would be then up to POTUS to take this report and use it to his advantage. He cuold choose to report it in full, to report the parts of it that support his self-proclamation as a "very stable genius," or to lie about the report in its entirety.  This is the latitude with which I take exception.

I am presidently vacationing in a tropical region. If the Supreme Ruler of North Korea were to launch nuclear weapons in the direction of the United States, while his weapons might not reach the mainland of the United States, it's more conceivable that they could reach the region in which I am presently vacationing. This gives me cause for pause. Forget that for a moment, however, as I delve into more pressing matters.

While I can  reluctantly go along with  the President of the United States holding the same right to privacy wth regard to health information as does every other citizen of this nation, I dispute his right to specifically prevaricate in terms of reports of his health. I believe that if he chooses to share the findings of his physical examination, he has an obligation to do so truthfully. I believe that it is the obligation of the practitioner or practitioners who performed said examinations to set the record straight if  the president is less than forthcoming in sharing the results of his health examination. While such is presently illegal and could result in the loss of  the physician's or physicians' license(s) to practice medicine, i feel that such should not be the case.

Kim Jong Un, as does our chief executive,  probably proclaims to his people something to the effect that he is a very stable genius. Do you believe such to be the truth? Most likely you do not, nor do I. Merely stating something does not make it true. In some cases, the actual statement makes it less likely to be true than had it never been verbalized.  What is the need for such a statement to be made? Usually  such "truisms" are stated only when the subject has had reason to be called into question.  I personally question both the intellectual competence and the emotional stability of both Kim Jong Un and Donald Trump. The fact that both are in control of nuclear weapons is a daunting prospect. Perhaps physical (including neurological) examinations as well as those establishing mental competence are in order, and perhaps the results should not be protected by HIPAA laws. While being President of the United States affords certain priviliges, perhaps responsibilities should accompany those privileges, and perhaps proving one's vitality and stability should be among those responsibilities.  The stakes are too higb for such not to be the case.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Hallelujah and Praise the Lord!

My devices are finally working properly and i am no longer locked out of my accounts. I can now continue my tropical vacation with peace of mind.