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Tuesday, November 19, 2013 11 comments

Holiday Food Drive BlogFest - Promote Those Who Help Others

Aloha,

Hosted by Tina Downey and M.J. Joachim, I’m more than happy to be a part of their Holiday Food Drive BlogFest, and the idea is simple.

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Share some details – and promote the cause – of a local food bank or organization that helps feed the poor in your area.

I’m focusing on The Hawaii Foodbank, and all information (and pictures below) is derived from its website.

In May of 1983, John White’s vision of a local food bank became reality when, along with a single driver, Mr. White opened a small warehouse on Sand Island that became the Hawaii Foodbank, according to information on its “History” page.
All the equipment used was donated by local companies and included two refrigerated containers, a flatbed truck and a three-ton forklift.
Although the Hawaii Foodbank had a humble beginning, by the end of that first year of operation, 380,000 pounds of food had been distributed through seventy-five member agencies. (For full details on the foodbank’s history, click here.)

Mission Statement of the Hawaii Foodbank:
The people of Hawaii are one ohana. The Hawaii Foodbank provides food so that no one in our family goes hungry. We work to gather food and support from our communities. We then distribute food through charitable agencies to those in need. Our mission is from the heart, and we will fulfill our mission with integrity, humanity and aloha."
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During the annual Canstruction® event, teams from Hawaii’s best architecture firms, designers and engineers build structures using canned goods.

Things They Do:
The Hawaii Foodbank in partnership with the food industry and community serves as a link between charities and those in need of food assistance. Our drivers collect food from supermarkets, distributors and wholesalers and bring them to our warehouse for inspection and sorting. Goods are then available for distribution to 250 charitable agencies on Oahu to feed our hungry.

The Hawaii Foodbank network serves the elderly, families, children and those facing financial crises each week. Hawaii's hungry are people of diverse ethnic backgrounds, ages and economic status.
Recent Stats:
Last year, the Hawaii Foodbank distributed over 11.8 million pounds of food. In addition, three million pounds of fresh fruits and vegetables were distributed through the Hawaii Foodbank's Ohana Produce Program.



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In only 7 years, Canstruction® has raised over 249,000 pounds of food to feed Hawaii's hungry.
The Hawaii Foodbank is also a certified member of Feeding America and operates as the official food bank in the State of Hawaii. To distribute food to the neighbor islands, we work with three subsidiary organizations: The Food Basket on the Big Island of Hawaii, the Maui Community Food Bank, and the Hawaii Foodbank - Kauai Branch.
The Hawaii Foodbank collects and distributes many canned goods. However, they also offer perishable items such as milk and dairy products, eggs, beef, chicken and fish. All of these items are stored in warehouse refrigerator and freezer units.

In addition, the Hawaii Foodbank distributes fresh fruits and vegetables through the Ohana Produce Program visiting sites in several areas of Oahu.

For general information, please visit The Hawaii Foodbank.

For information of the various ways to give, please click here.

To make a specific financial donation, please click here.

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PS: The BlogFest badge above was generously created and donated by our favorite digital artist, the amazing Jeremy of jmhdigital.


Monday, January 28, 2013 72 comments

Re-introduce Myself BlogFest (& How *Not* To Go Fish)

Aloha,

Along with Elise Fallson (who did a Must-See VIDEO!) and C.M. Brown, I’m co-hosting Stephen Tremp’s Re-introduce Myself BlogFest, so here is me in 100 words – excluding this monologolistical nightmare of an intro.

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(While not one of the Usual Suspects, some have, yes indeed, called me Kaiser Sourdough, but I, however, prefer to be known as Verbal [Diarrhea] Kint, which means squeezing me into a dress made of 100 words should make for an interesting experiment…)

Who am I?
Originally from Ireland, I’ve moved 50+ times.

I’m 43.
I’m not in the Witness Protection Program.

I’ve blogged for 18 months.
I worked in the Restaurant Industry for 15 years.

I’ve been a U.S. citizen and a writer for 10 years.

I’m happily married 9 years this week. J

We’ve been blessed with 3 boys.

I’ve finished 1 book.

What’s my blog theme?

It’s a moving, blob, er, blog that I hope adds a wee spice of humor to the odd-shaped days of the week.
Really?

No, dude, I have no idea. Something hits me and I then strive to write something positive. (They said to build a platform, but hang on a minute, I’m still trying to find the train station.)

So, instead of 100 words, you're offering a 121-word
(FAIL)
snippet of you being me.

Huh? Excuse me… I don’t recall inviting you to this monologue. Shall I change it to a bi-logue?

You didn’t, but if you did, it would be-
Because I'm a Fail, yes. But, I’m just trying my best, you know, IWSG is only once a month, and it’s hard. There's 29 other days in the month... sometimes 30!!!

I know, but don’t cry for me Puerto Rico… 121 words is a nice number… it’s more than 100, but it kinda rolls off your tongue.

No it doesn't... You’re just saying that and I don't live in PR, I live in HI.

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WARNING: This is *not* Providence, RI.









Both islands, what's the difference? They're both warm...

Really? Tell that to the folks in Rhode Island...



Dude, focus. I'm just trying to get you out of the 13-galloon trash can you keep falling into.
See! See!! I’m a Fail. I can’t even throw myself away…

Don't say that...  We all slighty like you… look, watch for the comments from your parents… you’ll see…

You think people will say nice things even though I busted through the 100-word max?

No. but at least you’re out of the trashcan. (Have you ever thought of recycling?)
And stop fishing....
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Look, Papa, a compliment... I saw it... Oh, it's gone ;)
 
Monday, October 22, 2012 33 comments

A Cowboy; an Indian & 1 Night in Paris ("Let It Go" Blogfest)

Aloha,

I'm participating in the "Letting It Go" Blogfest by our Kyra Lennon who asks:


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Was there a time when you had to let go of someone or something?

How did it make you feel?

How did you handle it?

Or if that's too personal, how about writing a piece of flash fiction?

It has to be related to "letting go," with a maximum of 500 words.


Mine *is* a true story.

The laughing Cowboy spread his big hands and nurtured the medicine ball along the long rows of awe-struck customers.
Below him, the Indians watched the ball, one of four lit up by spotlights. They waited for the Cowboy – or a buddy from another ranch – to drop into the arena, run through their defense, make the jump shot and win bragging rights.

Speeding along the second-to-last row, the crowd waited for the Cowboy to work the final row.
He flew toward me, the ball barely touching the waiting hands in the wooden seats.

Rows of people craned their necks.

The shouts, “Go on, my son…” and “You can do it.”

I sprang forward, to clear the way for the running Cowboy, who sprung a huge smile and slammed the medicine ball into my back, where waiting fingers grasped the dimpled leather surface.
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It was my last shift as a ranch hand-server at Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Dinner Show.

(Tomorrow I’d be a ‘50s rocker-server at Annette’s Diner, also at EuroDisney.)

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Picture Courtesy: Richard Lovelace















I’d seen the show many times and had talked to the Cowboy.

“Kid, your plan will be the greatest – if you can pull it off. I’m in. I’ll let our team know.”
He clapped my shoulder and strode away, laughing. At me??




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Photo Courtesy: Mike Lewis
During the show, Annie Oakley, Sitting Bull, Buffalo Bill and the buffalo were on form as the stagecoach escaped yet another close encounter of the Wild West kind.




Dessert was cleared. The medicine balls went to the back row of each ranch. The Cowboy worked the crowd, and as he sped by, he shouted, “You’ve got one chance. Make the shot, kid.”

The Cowboy continued toward the end of the last row – now passing an imaginary ball to the bemused punters.
As the Indians watched the Cowboy, I hugged that medicine ball like it was my Momma and jumped into the arena.

The undefended teepee was about fifty feet away.
Oh. My. Gosh.

I’m going to do this.
 I took off and reached the teepee without trouble.

I prepared to take the shot.

My ranch hooted, hollered and pointed. One Indian turned… and saw a waiter about to make The. Shot.

“Dude, what the heck* are you doing in here?” (*Not the actual word.)

I looked at the teepee.
Dang that thing was high.

“Hey, now, what are you doing? You can’t take the shot.”

I took the shot.

And jumped as high as I could... I let go, and watched the ball as it sailed and then teetered on the very edge of the hoop.
My fingertips needed to only graze the ball and claim victory for the Blue Moon Ranch. I jumped.

I grazed air.

The ball fell, bounced off me and rolled along the dusty earth.
I scrambled, grabbed and turned, but the element of surprise had left the building.

I was crushed by a tackle from the Indian who flattened me with no mercy.

The ball squirted away, and I lay there as another ranch's Cowboy put his ball away.
I was crushed.
Again.

Twenty years later, I’m letting go of my dissapointment.

White men can't jump.



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Cast of Buffalo Bill's Wild West/photo by Greg Auch




Wednesday, October 10, 2012 22 comments

Nov. 19th BlogFest News + Guest Posting at Livia's


Aloha,

I’m guest posting over at Leave it to Livia’s today, but also wanted to offer a massive Mahalo to everyone who commented on my recent IWSG post.

I was overwhelmed by the passion and the time people took out of their day. Time is an irreplaceable commodity, so I bow and say thank you.

PS… wondering what to do if an agent leaves you, read this post (10.08) by Janet Reid, literary agent.

Did I mention… I’m guest posting at Leave it to Livia’s?
So, you are probably sick of me talking about bad parenting tips, so my guest post is about *you*… only you’re the one talking about you.
Read about you here.

But wait!

There’s more!

Though I haven't got one of those crawler things at the bottom of the Telly, I do got breaking news ‘bout the BlogFest that kicks off Nov. 19
I thought it might be fun to let you in on a little secret…

This BlogFest will be like nothing you have ever experienced before.

It’s not a book reveal.

It’s not a tour.

It’s not even about St. Patrick’s Day…

It is, however, only 40 days away.

And it’s abo-[Thank you for calling Verisung Useless. To continue this message, please insert two quarters for three more minutes… to continue this message, pleas-…]

Dial tone…
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Travelling home - the Hawaiian way! (Hickam AFB, 09/12)


 
Monday, September 17, 2012 57 comments

Genre Favorites Blogfest: Crime & Political Thrillers

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Aloha,


Today is Alex's Genre Favorite's Blogfest, which I perchieve, perchance as a great way to kick off a Monday.

You can join, or find more details by clicking the Blue link.
 
My favorite genre, in any medium, is thrillers -- especially crime and political stories.

While this makes me appear to be one boring, Neanderthal-knuckle-scraping dude who lives in a mental Man Cave, I did once (!) have a romance-reading bone in my body... see below... (although I lost the desire to simply read about romance upon entering pub eatery.)

 

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Stephen King (Credit: Shane Leonard)



Though some may scorn the commercial fiction works of authors such as Tom Clancy, Stephen King and John Grisham, it’s their books I (have) turn(ed) to when I want to escape to my imagination, whether aboard a U.S. Navy ship, under a drain in Derry or inside a Mississippi courtroom.

 









 

(Why anyone would want to escape to a raucous courtroom, a sinking submarine or clown around in a Maine drain is another tale...)
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For crime thrillers, I love Dennis Lehane and his ongoing series with those wonderfully flawed characters Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro.

 

 
 
 

Now, when it comes to guilty pleasures, I love, love, love memoirs.
Partly, because WIP is a memoir I’m co-writing, but it’s also fascinating to hear the voice of other memoirists, and it’s very motivational for me to read about the struggles of others and know that Donald Braswell’s story is as important as ever.

Are we still on the guilty stuff?
We are?

I’m a voracious reader, so if there’s no book around, I’ve been known to read the ingredients on the shampoo and conditioner bottles and the toothpaste tubes (did you know how little fluoride is actually in a tub of adult toothpaste… less than three percent... it’s shocking :)
In that vein, one genre I used to read, (there was few other choices growing up in Ireland,) was my mom’s bodice-ripping romances, which led to me reading a *lot* of Catherine Cookson, Barbara Taylor Bradford and Jackie Collins.
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Jackie Collins (L) and Ann Margaret

Those ladies certainly knew how to spin a tale and totally helped me ask many awkward “What does 'thrust' and 'moaned deeply' mean?” questions while at the kitchen table.

PS: Thanks, Alex for making me write about bodice-ripping and Catherine Cookson in one sentence…
Where do I go to surrender my ManCard?

 
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