<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357</id><updated>2012-01-13T02:35:17.595-10:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='The Beat'/><category term='Live Music'/><category term='The Specials'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='The English Beat'/><category term='NYC'/><title type='text'>My Personal Holoholo</title><subtitle type='html'>Creating a life of Pono!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-6561418288215662678</id><published>2009-12-14T19:07:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:28:20.472-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>Feeling the need to "Hele" back to "Hawaii Nei!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sycb_9ODywI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xjIjkhOQy0Y/s1600-h/waikiki5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415327862515550978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sycb_9ODywI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xjIjkhOQy0Y/s320/waikiki5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As many of you who know me can attest, I have a tendency to bounce around all over the country. Whether out of sheer boredom or chasing some crazy dream, I can always find a reason to move to a new and exciting place. In 2006 I moved to Hawaii only to leave again in 2008. However, something happened when I landed in Hawaii. I found a place that truly made me happy. If it wasn’t for silly reasons (chasing another dream) I never would have left. Therefore, its time to “Hele” back on over to Hawaii Nei. This time for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was “Pono” when I lived there. I was mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically healthy. In fact, I was losing weight everyday, hitting the gym, hiking and surfing nonstop. I love the lifestyle and the culture more than anywhere that I have ever lived. I truly connect with the Polynesian cultures that are shared on the islands. To this day I get choked up when I hear the beautiful “mele” (music) and think about the islands. I have never felt that way about anyplace before. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415330441795503746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SyceWFyUhoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vq6_Zw5nZ-8/s200/Auntie+Ukulele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When I was young, growing up in Scottsdale Arizona, I would wander around the neighborhood barefoot. My mother would jokingly comment that I would be called on my LDS mission to live in the islands of Samoa, Tonga, Tahiti etc. Although she was joking, little did I know that her prediction would come true, only it would come true years after the days of my religious mission to Philadelphia. I loved my days in Philly and NYC. I truly love the east coast, but it doesn’t feel the same as my time in Hawaii. A friend of mine from Hawaii who is a “Kumu” Hula instructor would comment that I was a local boy in a “Haole” body. She would say “you need find yourself one local girl” and “I nevah met a Haole boy who like Poi before…you sure you not from heah?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SycddiGCPwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/njpOIjMs8js/s1600-h/kumu+hula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415329470141841154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SycddiGCPwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/njpOIjMs8js/s200/kumu+hula.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the dream that I chased to Portland didn’t pan out, since moving here I have met some great friends and have found a great job. However, I am not happy like I was in Hawaii. I am often tired and have even gained back all of the weight that I lost on the island. With a family history of diabetes and heart problems, this concerns me. I am craving stability and look forward to staying put for quite some time. I just need it to be somewhere that I am “Hau'oli.” It’s time for “ho’oponopono” (to make things right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SycdyVjOIKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0OfGrHTSGio/s1600-h/Old+Hawaii+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415329827551846562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SycdyVjOIKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0OfGrHTSGio/s200/Old+Hawaii+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SycdyVjOIKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0OfGrHTSGio/s1600-h/Old+Hawaii+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SycdyVjOIKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0OfGrHTSGio/s1600-h/Old+Hawaii+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-6561418288215662678?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/6561418288215662678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=6561418288215662678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/6561418288215662678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/6561418288215662678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-need-to-hele-back-to-hawaii-nei.html' title='Feeling the need to &quot;Hele&quot; back to &quot;Hawaii Nei!&quot;'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sycb_9ODywI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xjIjkhOQy0Y/s72-c/waikiki5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-8853751825627163187</id><published>2009-12-08T14:35:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:03:58.323-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormonism vs. Existentialism</title><content type='html'>Naturally, as human beings, we often have questions about our existence.  Who am I?  Where did I come from? Why am I here? What is the purpose of life? Where am I going?  At the risk of sounding too much like a religious brochure, I would like to share a “Mormon” view of existence.  Interestingly, the term “Mormon” which much of the world knows us as, was given to us by our persecutors due to our belief in The Book of Mormon.  We are actually members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, not to be confused with many of the fundamentalist groups that we hear so much about in the media today.  As Latter Day Saints, I believe that we have a healthy grasp of truth in regard to ideas and beliefs about our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Latter Day Saints, we believe that not only did God create the earth in which we live, but that we, as beings, were created by God as well.  God said, "Let us make man in our own image, after our likeness" (Genesis 1:26, King James Version).  Jacob declared that he had seen God "face to face" (Genesis 32:30, KJV), and Moses also spoke with God "face to face, as a man speaketh unto his friend" (Exodus 33:11, KJV).  Sartre and his atheistic existentialistic views, believes that man is “forlorn”, a term that he borrows from Heidegger, meaning that God does not exist and that man needs to face the consequences of this.  Sartre states that the very starting point of existentialism is illustrated by Dostoevsky who said “if God didn’t exist, everything would be possible.”  Sartre believes that without God, man cannot start making excuses for himself (Sartre, Existentialism).  It is my personal belief that, on the contrary, without God, man is free to make excuses for his behavior and has no accountability for his actions.  Without a God to provide us a plan with rules, this world could hypothetically be chaos at best, even anarchistic.  Sartre says that since there is no God and since we therefore create our own values and laws, there really is no evil, “To choose to be this or that is to affirm at the same time the value of what we choose, because we can never choose evil” (Sartre, Being).  What a scary world this would be if there were no distinction between good and evil, save that which we as man define for ourselves. One can look no further than children as they enter this world to see that it is evident that man not only needs, but craves order and rules.  Even though man may kick against the implementation of such rules, his very nature requires them in order to direct his paths and fulfill himself. It is for this reason that Latter Day Saints believe that God has given us commandments and “The Plan of Salvation” to follow while on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from a few similarities, Latter Day Saints seem to disagree with existentialism a great deal, most apparently on their views of the nature of man. Though the many existential philosophers seem to have endless ideas about existence, they seem to agree on the idea that “existence precedes essence” (Sartre, Belief). What this means is that “man is nothing else than what he makes of himself.” Existentialists believe that man has no essence, no true inherent eternal nature that defines him prior to his existence. Man has the responsibility for determining through his own thought and action what his essence will be.  Man, through his own free will, defines himself.  Existentialists believe that life has no meaning except that which man gives it.  The existential belief is that every man has an obligation to define his own truth by himself, and that this truth is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latter Day Saint philosophy of the nature of man differs greatly from this existentialist view.  As Latter Day Saints, we believe that Man is an eternal being. His nature existed before he was born.  We believe that man has incredible, divine potential “… as God is, man may become” (History of the Church, 6:302–17).  Life has a meaning and the purpose of this life is to provide man with the opportunity to learn and grow to become more like God.  But like the existentialists, Latter-day Saints also place great importance on the need for freedom.  Man must be free to make his own choices and hopefully he will make decisions that will progress him toward becoming more like his Father in Heaven.  Latter Day Saints believe that man is not alone in this world.  He has help in the form of parents, teachers of the gospel, leaders in the Church, the scriptures, and most important of all, the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As human beings, we all feel sorrow and times of loneliness, fear and despair.  Latter Day Saints believe that God knew this and thus included the Holy Ghost as part of his plan.  Jesus Christ promised, “I will not leave you comfortless” (John 14:18, KJV).  He taught that God would send the “comforter”, “which is the Holy Ghost?” (John 14:26, KJV).  The Holy Ghost is a member of the Godhead, along with God the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ.  The Holy Ghost is one in purpose with the Father and the Son, though all three are separate beings. The special mission of the Holy Ghost is to testify of the Father and the Son, to reveal the truth, to comfort you, and to sanctify you (make you pure, free from sin). The Holy Ghost is a divine guide and teacher, a testifier, bearing witness of all truth.  Jesus Christ said that the Holy Ghost “will guide you into all truth” (John 16:13).  By the power of the Holy Ghost, we “may know the truth of all things” (Moroni 10:5, Book of Mormon).  Sartre doesn’t believe that man is going to “help himself by finding in the world some omen by which to orient himself.” He thinks that “man will interpret the omen to suit himself” (Sartre, Existentialism).  The Latter Day Saint view is that the Holy Ghost brings feelings of warmth, reassurance, and peace and can fill our souls with joy.  The Holy Ghost often speaks with a voice, a feeling that we feel within us.  It is described as a still, small voice.  He can enlighten our minds, telling us in our hearts, what is right.  These ideas and feelings are not created by man as Sartre contends, but come from a source outside of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latter Day Saints believe that before we began our life on earth, we lived with our Heavenly Father as one of His spirit children.  We were created by God and he is our Father in Heaven (Matthew 6:9, KJV).  We call God Heavenly Father because He is the Father of our spirits and we are created in His image (Genesis 1:27, KJV). God has a body that looks like yours, though His body is immortal, perfected, and has a glory beyond description.  God knows us personally and loves us more than we can comprehend.  To help us find happiness in this life and guide you to return to live with Him, our Heavenly Father provided a plan.  This plan is based on the life and teachings of His Son, Jesus Christ who was sent to earth as an integral part of the plan and to serve as an example in which to follow.  Since the beginning, Heavenly Father has called prophets to testify, record His word, and provide His plan for His children on the earth.  The teachings of prophets are found in the sacred books that we know called scriptures such as The Bible and The Book of Mormon (Amos 3:7, KJV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life on Earth is part of God’s plan.  It is a time for us to gain a body, learn, grow, and find joy.  According to God’s plan, we could not continue to progress continually without the opportunity to enter mortality and receive a physical body. Here on earth we would have experiences that would help us learn and grow, and we would be proven to see if [we would] do all things whatsoever the Lord would command (Abraham 3:25, KJV). The purpose of the plan is to help us become more like our Heavenly Father.  As human beings and children of God, we have a divine purpose or mission in Heavenly Father’s plan.  We came to earth to receive a body and to gain knowledge and experience to help us become more like our Heavenly Father.  More specifically, He wants us to learn to control our bodies, to choose right over wrong, and to walk by faith in following Jesus Christ. Knowing that we could not progress continually if we remained in the pre-mortal world, Heavenly Father sent us to earth, much as a parent sends a child to school.  Sartre contends that “man is haunted by cosmic meaninglessness, which he alone cannot solve.  Man is then necessitated to invent a concept which can explain the unexplainable, including the origin of the world.”  I believe that the atheistic view is in a sense lazy one.  It seems a way to justify man’s behaviors and not deal with the idea that we have work to do in this life and a purpose.  This idea of atheism absolves of us of any responsibilities and soothes our conscious to our own liking.  “Who needs spend the energy to find truth if I can just explain it away with the idea that there is no such thing?!”  This life is hard and it takes much effort to not only find truth, but to act on it and fulfill our purpose once we find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, our Heavenly Father knew that at times we would make incorrect choices, so He provided a way for us to overcome our mistakes and weaknesses through the sacrifice of His Son, Jesus Christ.  Through Christ’s sacrifice we can repent and be forgiven of our poor choices and learn from them.  In order for us to learn to choose good from evil, God needed to allow evil to exist in the world and act upon us.  For this reason, Satan, who was cast out of God’s presence due to his rebellion against the eternal plan of progress and righteousness, is allowed to tempt us here on this earth. Latter Day Saints believe that God takes no pleasure in our suffering, but that he knows that trials can bring his children closer to him and can make them stronger as they endure faithfully through these hard times (Revelations 3:19, KJV).  Some may wonder why God allows all of the suffering in the world, why it is that even innocent people who are trying to do good are subjected to tragedy and trials.  As part of God’s plan, we came to this earth and are subject to natural and physical laws.  We are also subject to the consequences of sin and the results of our choices as well as other’s choices  When we have faith in God and His plan, we can find assurance that there is a purpose for all that happens to us here on this earth.  Coping with trials can strengthen us and help us to learn, grow, and serve others.  Dealing with adversity is one of the main ways in which we are tested and taught in this life.  If we can endure faithfully, our Heavenly Father will reward us beyond our ability to comprehend in the life to come.  Jesus Christ suffered all things through his role in God’s plan.  Joseph Smith, who we believe to be one of many prophets who have been called in our day, was told by our Heavenly Father during a period of intense suffering, “Know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.  The Son of Man hath descended below them all.  Art thou greater than he?” (Doctrine and Covenants 122:7–8). Sartre saw life as an endless realm of suffering and a complete void of nothingness. His pessimistic ideas on life were similar to his beliefs on death, as death for him was a final nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sartre believed that "Existence is prior to essence. Man is nothing at birth and throughout his life he is no more than the sum of his past commitments. To believe in anything outside his own will is to be guilty of 'bad Faith.' Existentialist despair and anguish is the acknowledgement that man is condemned to freedom. There is no God, so man must rely upon his own fallible will and moral insight. He cannot escape choosing" (Sartre, Belief).  While I disagree with Sartre on a great deal of his thoughts, I value his thoughts and ideas, for they are the catalyst to thought and introspection in which I believe all humans should engage.  I respect the thinkers that ask the new questions, even though I may disagree with their conclusion. One of my cousins said it best, "Sometimes the question itself, not the answer, is the key insight that introduces a new generalization, a new perspective."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-8853751825627163187?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/8853751825627163187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=8853751825627163187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8853751825627163187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8853751825627163187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2009/12/mormonism-vs-existentialism.html' title='Mormonism vs. Existentialism'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-8380482617769347549</id><published>2008-07-14T15:01:00.009-10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:02:50.585-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Sacred Grove</title><content type='html'>I went camping this past weekend outside of Seaside Oregon with some friends. With so much weighing heavily on my heart and mind, I made frequent visits alone into the wilderness where I was able to find my own "Sacred Grove". It was here that I was able to read my scriptures, ponder and pray.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv4UlHR-qI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9R5WvzbVQ6o/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223041225309944482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv4UlHR-qI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9R5WvzbVQ6o/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I grew up in Oregon, and though I haven't been back since I was a little child, it all seems so familiar to me. I was reminded, amazed and humbled at the beauty of this world that our Heavenly Father has created for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv4VKGltLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FsX4iWV6DxA/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223041235239154866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv4VKGltLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FsX4iWV6DxA/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an incredible opportunity it was to reconnect with my Heavenly Father and to feel his love. Even amidst the whirlwind that is my life at the present, I was able to feel his comfort. I echoed the words of another when I thought to myself "Lord, how is it done?" I am amazed at how the spirit can calm our souls in times of trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv4WlpkbGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hKmmxENitP8/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223041259813497954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv4WlpkbGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hKmmxENitP8/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't think of a better "reading room" in which to ponder the scriptures. I wish I could sit by the creekbed everyday and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv36zh74eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/k7c3a5JsoTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223040782503240162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv36zh74eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/k7c3a5JsoTQ/s200/IMG_0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was amazed the beauty that surrounded me.  These beautiful bell-shaped flowers were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv31rFwPPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kKNgjaCNSBM/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223040694338206962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv31rFwPPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kKNgjaCNSBM/s200/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I trekked further down the trail, I felt small in this universe as I noticed all creatures, great and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv3rHqN1rI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VVdnZaYLzqA/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223040513028773554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv3rHqN1rI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VVdnZaYLzqA/s200/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even managed to carry on a conversation with this chipmunk who kept coming closer. I would speak, and then he would respond. It was quite magical...and humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv3dWaHw5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MkexUVakJf8/s1600-h/IMG_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223040276469629842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv3dWaHw5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MkexUVakJf8/s200/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I even took notice of the many snakes on the trail. This is one of my little buddies that I almost stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-8380482617769347549?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/8380482617769347549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=8380482617769347549&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8380482617769347549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8380482617769347549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-own-sacred-grove.html' title='My Own Sacred Grove'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv4UlHR-qI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9R5WvzbVQ6o/s72-c/IMG_0508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-8255801773379577604</id><published>2008-07-14T14:38:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:01:10.704-10:00</updated><title type='text'>This ain't Hawaii!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv1_Na03JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Sc2_OXUWpN8/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223038659148962962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv1_Na03JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Sc2_OXUWpN8/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had only been in Portland for a few days when some friends dragged me up to Moulton falls. I nearly had a heart attack when I hit the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223039342516057522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv2m_KPNbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YOjYcU9onTI/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This ain't Hawaii, thats for sure. I jumped in once and was done for the day.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHvz1MaYFsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JUrCc_mooCM/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223038657708618274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv1_IDa8iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aatjPlyTTbs/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mattbob, Crystal and Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-8255801773379577604?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/8255801773379577604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=8255801773379577604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8255801773379577604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8255801773379577604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-aint-hawaii.html' title='This ain&apos;t Hawaii!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SHv1_Na03JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Sc2_OXUWpN8/s72-c/IMG_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-4130683706551205586</id><published>2008-05-30T22:08:00.008-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:29:51.635-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallabies in Hawaii??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SEEJ4gngH8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/0YlNCg6ozLQ/s1600-h/Kalihi+rock+wallaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206453510649946050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SEEJ4gngH8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/0YlNCg6ozLQ/s400/Kalihi+rock+wallaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knew? Once upon a time, in 1916, three wallabies (a male, female and juvenile) were brought to O’ahu to be part of a privately owned zoo in ‘Alewa Heights. The breeding pair was being held in a tent when a dog broke in and attacked them, setting the wallabies free. Currently it is estimated that there are approximately 250 Wallabies on the island. Most of the population lives in Kalihi valley, between a series of cliffs and ledges that protect them from predators. The animals are not formally managed or tracked, but are protected by the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SEEJfQngH6I/AAAAAAAAALs/isGOOQOIKZA/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206453076858249122" style="" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SEEJfQngH6I/AAAAAAAAALs/isGOOQOIKZA/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the island adventurers that we are, we decided late one night to make the treacherous hike in hopes to spot these little creatures. We never saw a darned thing, but we have a great story to tell!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SEEJuAngH7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-Gbu43R9FN0/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206453330261319602" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SEEJuAngH7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/-Gbu43R9FN0/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-4130683706551205586?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/4130683706551205586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=4130683706551205586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4130683706551205586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4130683706551205586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/05/wallabies-in-hawaii.html' title='Wallabies in Hawaii??'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SEEJ4gngH8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/0YlNCg6ozLQ/s72-c/Kalihi+rock+wallaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-4578327164532658529</id><published>2008-05-19T21:22:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:49:02.690-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheee-Hooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDPwCDAvTQI/AAAAAAAAALc/oUCEMaktcdU/s1600-h/Grad+Photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202765912501865730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDPwCDAvTQI/AAAAAAAAALc/oUCEMaktcdU/s400/Grad+Photo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-4578327164532658529?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/4578327164532658529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=4578327164532658529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4578327164532658529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4578327164532658529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheee-hooooo.html' title='Cheee-Hooooo!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDPwCDAvTQI/AAAAAAAAALc/oUCEMaktcdU/s72-c/Grad+Photo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-3204276040411880366</id><published>2008-05-18T18:03:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:15:49.049-10:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do between school and work...?</title><content type='html'>...you play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD8fTAvTJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kNg5f-TYHJg/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201935184222440594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD8fTAvTJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kNg5f-TYHJg/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hangin' in front of da Moana Surfrider in Waikiki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD9ijAvTLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JSPPf5KJ-HE/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201936339568643250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD9ijAvTLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JSPPf5KJ-HE/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giovanni's Famous Shrimp truck in Haleiwa, North Shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD96zAvTMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R30Y2E6lpfw/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201936756180470978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD96zAvTMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R30Y2E6lpfw/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Duke and I. Two south shore rippahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD-djAvTOI/AAAAAAAAALM/gEubGMty_8w/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201937353180925154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD-djAvTOI/AAAAAAAAALM/gEubGMty_8w/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every surf sesh should end with a Matsumoto's Shave Ice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-3204276040411880366?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/3204276040411880366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=3204276040411880366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/3204276040411880366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/3204276040411880366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-do-between-school-and-work.html' title='What do you do between school and work...?'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SDD8fTAvTJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kNg5f-TYHJg/s72-c/IMG_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-4714935179410027299</id><published>2008-05-09T23:14:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:16:58.395-10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stick a fork in me, I am PAU!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SCVnngt7eCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/d-0h8jlpRFA/s1600-h/pau_no_frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198675273364240418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SCVnngt7eCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/d-0h8jlpRFA/s400/pau_no_frame.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Thursday, I had my last final exam of my undergraduate career. It was the beast of all beasts...Managerial Statistics. Time ran out and I gladly handed my exam to my professor. As I walked out of the classroom, I could barely contain myself. I had perma-grin from ear to ear and before I made it down the steps and out of the building my eyes began to well up. Sounds stupid, but it has been a long hard road (much harder than it is supposed to be for some reason) and I never thought that I would get to this point.  My heart is filled with gratitude and humility for all of the many people who helped me.  I will never be able to truly repay them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-4714935179410027299?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/4714935179410027299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=4714935179410027299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4714935179410027299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4714935179410027299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/05/stick-fork-in-me-i-am-pau.html' title='&quot;Stick a fork in me, I am PAU!&quot;'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/SCVnngt7eCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/d-0h8jlpRFA/s72-c/pau_no_frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-3149166516046728361</id><published>2008-02-24T22:36:00.008-10:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:24:42.026-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>Minus the Bear - Honolulu, Hawaii  2/23/08</title><content type='html'>Last night's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minusthebear.com/"&gt;Minus the Bear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; show at Pipeline Cafe. Amazing show with great friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-6bW1_VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cH4cdaG5EH4/s1600-h/Minus+the+bear5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170834864415833426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-6bW1_VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cH4cdaG5EH4/s400/Minus+the+bear5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-k7W1_SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NUY9mnzRvKg/s1600-h/IMG_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170834495048645922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-k7W1_SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NUY9mnzRvKg/s400/IMG_0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-07W1_UI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UicDcd8C76U/s1600-h/Minus+the+bear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170834769926552898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-07W1_UI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UicDcd8C76U/s400/Minus+the+bear2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-uLW1_TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/20JJgKYnPdk/s1600-h/Minus+the+bear15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170834653962435890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-uLW1_TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/20JJgKYnPdk/s400/Minus+the+bear15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J_CrW1_WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JGhxgWBylyM/s1600-h/IMG_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170835006149754210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J_CrW1_WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JGhxgWBylyM/s400/IMG_0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for the record, after seeing these pics, I start my diet and workout regimen tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-3149166516046728361?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/3149166516046728361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=3149166516046728361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/3149166516046728361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/3149166516046728361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-nights-minus-bear-show-at-pipeline.html' title='Minus the Bear - Honolulu, Hawaii  2/23/08'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R8J-6bW1_VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cH4cdaG5EH4/s72-c/Minus+the+bear5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-8122290314322779882</id><published>2008-02-09T16:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:09:50.794-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The English Beat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Specials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>The English Beat live @ the Canal Room '06</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of my favorite things about living in NYC was the ability to see great live music. The week before I left the city, I had the chance to see the classic 80's band "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The English Beat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" live at the Canal Room. Some of you may remember the lead vocalist, Dave Wakeling, from his other well known band "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Public&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". On this night, I was even fortunate enough to catch him playing with the legendary guitarist/vocalist, &lt;em&gt;Lynval Golding&lt;/em&gt; of the famous Ska band "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Specials&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some footage that a friend and I shot at the show. &lt;strong&gt;Turn off my Hawaiian Music player and enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d752f555ef47b10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d752f555ef47b10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330012575%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1113B95F8AAA38B0FFADE2D7F4294CA64301543.6F5BD6C1765D9E5D5C8FAA6D4BB866CA64A41537%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d752f555ef47b10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dch2_ll1nytEA30zKZL8QVtmHv1Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d752f555ef47b10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330012575%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1113B95F8AAA38B0FFADE2D7F4294CA64301543.6F5BD6C1765D9E5D5C8FAA6D4BB866CA64A41537%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d752f555ef47b10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dch2_ll1nytEA30zKZL8QVtmHv1Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above clip is &lt;em&gt;The English&lt;/em&gt; beat performing &lt;em&gt;The Specials'&lt;/em&gt; classic "&lt;em&gt;Message to Rudy&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5edaf80238216342" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5edaf80238216342%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330012575%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D555171C18BCD64C04E3660BAEA306C6BB6913B19.62D46285DA35D2C2AC1DE4D1EF529DCC8FB5F373%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5edaf80238216342%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHMfOQZPVtrEO6fRbcDsRVOifEoM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5edaf80238216342%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330012575%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D555171C18BCD64C04E3660BAEA306C6BB6913B19.62D46285DA35D2C2AC1DE4D1EF529DCC8FB5F373%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5edaf80238216342%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHMfOQZPVtrEO6fRbcDsRVOifEoM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above clip is &lt;em&gt;The English Beat&lt;/em&gt; performing "&lt;em&gt;Hands Off She's Mine&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to move back to the city where I can enjoy great music at arms length. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-8122290314322779882?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4d752f555ef47b10&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5edaf80238216342&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/8122290314322779882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=8122290314322779882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8122290314322779882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8122290314322779882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/02/english-beat-live-canal-room-06.html' title='The English Beat live @ the Canal Room &apos;06'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-2020647642719814733</id><published>2008-01-20T00:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:46:44.150-10:00</updated><title type='text'>No big surprise here!</title><content type='html'>This is a "color" test that has been circulating around our family's blogs. No big surprise, I came out RED. Those who know me will understand. For a better glimpse at my personality type, see my &lt;a href="http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2007/12/portrait-of-enfp-extraverted-intuitive.html"&gt;previous post on my ENFP type&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R5MlJYrnRFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oLNwHZjVaxI/s1600-h/testred2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157506841443779666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R5MlJYrnRFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oLNwHZjVaxI/s200/testred2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 15px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=-" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 15px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Result: &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 15px" href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=-" target="_blank"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FLOAT: right; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 5px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=B" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color is &lt;b&gt;red&lt;/b&gt;, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;Take this test &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/images/logo/tickle_42x14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDA4MjQxNDU5MzcmcHQ9MTIwMDgyNDE1MDE*MCZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-2020647642719814733?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/2020647642719814733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=2020647642719814733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/2020647642719814733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/2020647642719814733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-big-surprise-here.html' title='No big surprise here!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R5MlJYrnRFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oLNwHZjVaxI/s72-c/testred2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-1861346314167304042</id><published>2008-01-10T17:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:16:42.635-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of ALOHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4bfGYrnQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Rx9_7O_IUW0/s1600-h/Aloha_Welcome_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4bfGYrnQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Rx9_7O_IUW0/s400/Aloha_Welcome_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154052124369699826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4bexornQ9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/htLUlO0Aqhk/s1600-h/Aloha+Graf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4bexornQ9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/htLUlO0Aqhk/s400/Aloha+Graf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154051767887414226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4berIrnQ8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/H0_1KuCsz84/s1600-h/Aloha+Graf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4berIrnQ8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/H0_1KuCsz84/s400/Aloha+Graf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154051656218264514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4be8YrnQ-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OFRC9a0N-pI/s1600-h/LiveAloha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4be8YrnQ-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OFRC9a0N-pI/s400/LiveAloha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154051952571007970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-1861346314167304042?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/1861346314167304042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=1861346314167304042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/1861346314167304042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/1861346314167304042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/reflections-of-aloha.html' title='Reflections of ALOHA'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4bfGYrnQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Rx9_7O_IUW0/s72-c/Aloha_Welcome_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-147788462746334769</id><published>2008-01-10T16:54:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:01:07.254-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stickin' it to "The Man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4bbwYrnQ7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ti4zixFgLsY/s1600-h/Fun+with+Jared+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4bbwYrnQ7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ti4zixFgLsY/s400/Fun+with+Jared+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154048447877694386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like harassing security at the 86th Street Station in Manhattan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-147788462746334769?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/147788462746334769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=147788462746334769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/147788462746334769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/147788462746334769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/stickin-it-to-man.html' title='Stickin&apos; it to &quot;The Man&quot;'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R4bbwYrnQ7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ti4zixFgLsY/s72-c/Fun+with+Jared+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-3291978457082113465</id><published>2008-01-07T17:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:31:11.150-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Always keep the Surf Report on speed dial!</title><content type='html'>Here is a glimpse of what my weekends look like here in Hawaii.  The south shore is a favorite place to catch some surf.  Much Aloha to the "soul surfers", the longboarders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv_ro0NcfMk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv_ro0NcfMk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-3291978457082113465?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/3291978457082113465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=3291978457082113465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/3291978457082113465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/3291978457082113465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/always-keep-surf-report-on-speed-dial.html' title='Always keep the Surf Report on speed dial!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-8697384760507511837</id><published>2008-01-03T21:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:46:30.170-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii Lacrosse Invitational 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33gNYrnQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/hJrNlzkYI5c/s1600-h/HI+Lax+Tourney.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33gNYrnQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/hJrNlzkYI5c/s200/HI+Lax+Tourney.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151520069350015858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 10+ years, I have been privileged to play Lacrosse in some of the most exciting environments...most recently for the NYC Orcas men's team in Manhattan.  I have played in tournaments all over the country, however, I have always wanted to play in the Hawaii Tournament.  Recently I was fortunate enough to be invited by two teams to play in this great tourney. I played for Hawaii's Elemakule team as well as Team DaKine.  Here are some tournament photos...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33fYYrnQzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DwrRS2GyqIg/s1600-h/JarLax9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33fYYrnQzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DwrRS2GyqIg/s320/JarLax9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519158816949042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33fmornQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfc_b5LG40c/s1600-h/JarLax12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33fmornQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfc_b5LG40c/s320/JarLax12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519403630084930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33fzYrnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yurA59ZlUWU/s1600-h/JarLax19.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33fzYrnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/yurA59ZlUWU/s320/JarLax19.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519622673417042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33f-IrnQ2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/rVo7IYLHXvA/s1600-h/JarLax8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33f-IrnQ2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/rVo7IYLHXvA/s320/JarLax8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151519807357010786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33gl4rnQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oPrMJItAHeU/s1600-h/JarLax4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33gl4rnQ4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oPrMJItAHeU/s200/JarLax4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151520490256810882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33hKIrnQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2mz6UBoMXUU/s1600-h/JarLax7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33hKIrnQ6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2mz6UBoMXUU/s400/JarLax7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151521113027068834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-8697384760507511837?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/8697384760507511837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=8697384760507511837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8697384760507511837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8697384760507511837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/hawaii-lacrosse-invitational-2007.html' title='Hawaii Lacrosse Invitational 2007'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R33gNYrnQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/hJrNlzkYI5c/s72-c/HI+Lax+Tourney.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-2233416434855684314</id><published>2008-01-02T05:12:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:56:54.732-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to read the fine print!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3uq2ornQxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oXHCih9DgIg/s1600-h/Fine+Print2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3uq2ornQxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oXHCih9DgIg/s320/Fine+Print2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150898454438298386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that before we came to this earth we knew what we were in for.  The plan was laid out for us and we chose to accept it.  I love my life!  We signed up for this!  However, there are times when I feel like I forgot to read the "fine print".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-2233416434855684314?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/2233416434855684314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=2233416434855684314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/2233416434855684314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/2233416434855684314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-forgot-to-read-fine-print.html' title='I forgot to read the fine print!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3uq2ornQxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oXHCih9DgIg/s72-c/Fine+Print2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-7182034978488791967</id><published>2008-01-02T04:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:02:12.760-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Honu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3ufoornQrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5zblF3cKvxs/s1600-h/Happy+turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3ufoornQrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5zblF3cKvxs/s320/Happy+turtle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150886119292224178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living in Hawaii.  I love to surf some of the best waves that the world has to offer, in some of the warmest conditions.  Quite often, as I sit in the line-up inbetween sets, I can see plenty of &lt;em&gt;Honu &lt;/em&gt;(Green Sea Turtles).  They are so beautiful and graceful as they comb the reef for food.  Many times they lift their head and often a fin out of the water as if to say hello to a fellow waterman.  To me they are further proof of a Heavenly Father who obviously had an eye for beauty as this world unfolded in its creation. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3um_IrnQvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/89nLCDz9prM/s1600-h/green_surfacing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3um_IrnQvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/89nLCDz9prM/s320/green_surfacing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150894202420675314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It saddens me that these beautiful animals are endangered (mostly due to human introduction).  The Hawaiians believe them to be the physical manifestation of their &lt;em&gt;'Aumakua&lt;/em&gt; (Hawaiian Ancestors).  Hawaiians show them Aloha and to see them is a blessing. In fact it was once &lt;em&gt;Kapu&lt;/em&gt; (taboo) to harm them. Even with the introduction of Christianity, the &lt;em&gt;'Aumakua&lt;/em&gt; have continued to be remembered with fondness and reverence by Hawaiians. I look for the &lt;em&gt;Honu&lt;/em&gt; every time I get in the water and I pray that these beautiful creatures will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3ulHIrnQtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LKvjU94jWx4/s1600-h/green_honu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3ulHIrnQtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LKvjU94jWx4/s320/green_honu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150892140836373202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-7182034978488791967?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/7182034978488791967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=7182034978488791967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/7182034978488791967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/7182034978488791967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-honu.html' title='Happy Honu!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3ufoornQrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5zblF3cKvxs/s72-c/Happy+turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-3902226989670350423</id><published>2008-01-01T19:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:44:14.155-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>I miss New York and the urban feel of the city.  As many of you know, while I don't condone the breaking of the law, I am a huge fan of "Street Art" and Graffiti. Here is a little bit of Aloha from Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3skmornQqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HG78bsQKS5w/s1600-h/Aloha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3skmornQqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HG78bsQKS5w/s320/Aloha1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150750845002269346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-3902226989670350423?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/3902226989670350423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=3902226989670350423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/3902226989670350423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/3902226989670350423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3skmornQqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HG78bsQKS5w/s72-c/Aloha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-4940343318835562298</id><published>2008-01-01T19:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:17:23.638-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Incredible!</title><content type='html'>When I lived in Manhattan, I lived in a building on the Upper West Side with some of the cutest little Dominican kids you've ever seen.  One of my favorite little buddies was named Mario.  One day as I was walking up the steps to my apartment, I startled Mario and a group of kids that I had never seen as they were playing in the stairwell.  As one little 4 or 5 year-old boy looked up at me, he said with intense admiration...&lt;em&gt;"Whoa, he looks like the Incredibles dad!"&lt;/em&gt;  I didn't know whether to be offended or flattered, seeing as how I was not in the best shape of my life, not unlike Mr. Incredible himself. I smiled at him and continued up the stairs.  I often remember and get a chuckle out of the experience.  Later that Week I was walking by one of my favorite spots in the city, (&lt;em&gt;The Wall of Fame&lt;/em&gt; on 106th and Park in Spanish Harlem)when I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3siQornQpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/r-MypcgJy_4/s1600-h/Wall+of+Fame+Graffiti+Incredibles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3siQornQpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/r-MypcgJy_4/s320/Wall+of+Fame+Graffiti+Incredibles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150748268021891730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-4940343318835562298?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/4940343318835562298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=4940343318835562298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4940343318835562298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4940343318835562298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2008/01/mr-incredible.html' title='Mr. Incredible!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3siQornQpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/r-MypcgJy_4/s72-c/Wall+of+Fame+Graffiti+Incredibles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-6917862026361055489</id><published>2007-12-31T13:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:08:59.565-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I'm dreaming of a White Christmas....White Sandy beaches that is!&lt;br /&gt;While my friends and family are bundled up, enjoying the snow and sipping hot cocoa, I thought I'd post some images of what the holidays look like around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l8m4rnQmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a3ZKRoQYP8c/s1600-h/Mele+Kalikimaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l8m4rnQmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a3ZKRoQYP8c/s320/Mele+Kalikimaka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150284656367059554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele Kalikimaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l5gYrnQiI/AAAAAAAAADY/5dM_Cxk1WL4/s1600-h/North+Shore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l5gYrnQiI/AAAAAAAAADY/5dM_Cxk1WL4/s320/North+Shore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150281246163026466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winter is the big wave season on the North Shore.  Pipeline is a favorite place to watch the pros get crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l6UYrnQjI/AAAAAAAAADg/-sXl_72_d8U/s1600-h/Pipe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l6UYrnQjI/AAAAAAAAADg/-sXl_72_d8U/s320/Pipe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150282139516224050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipeline throws one of the best barrels in the world during this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l724rnQlI/AAAAAAAAADw/FvH_35FYm_0/s1600-h/santa-shaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l724rnQlI/AAAAAAAAADw/FvH_35FYm_0/s320/santa-shaka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150283831733338706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something fundamentally wrong with a barefoot Santa, showing his bare chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l9pornQoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/59WQfOk3N-s/s1600-h/Surf+Santa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l9pornQoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/59WQfOk3N-s/s320/Surf+Santa2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150285803123327618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa wen go for Surf brah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-6917862026361055489?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/6917862026361055489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=6917862026361055489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/6917862026361055489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/6917862026361055489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2007/12/hawaiian-holidays.html' title='Hawaiian Holidays!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/R3l8m4rnQmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/a3ZKRoQYP8c/s72-c/Mele+Kalikimaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-6091080020100764081</id><published>2007-12-27T14:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:25:40.107-10:00</updated><title type='text'>That ain't no etch-a-sketch. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, homeskillet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0SKf0K3bxg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0SKf0K3bxg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all of my friends were on the mainland for Christmas, I was stuck in Hawaii over the holidays.....and worst of all with no surf.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I treated myself to a movie on Christmas day.  I went to see Juno.  While at times it was a bit off-color for a PG-13, I fell in love with this movie and cant wait to see it again.  Ellen Page plays Juno MacGuff, a smart-aleck 16 year old who struggles with her new teen pregnancy.  It was fantastic and reminded me why I love to see a good movie.  Hysterical and extremely witty with a great soundtrack with songs from the likes of Kimya Dawson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought a smile to my face on an otherwise lonely day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-6091080020100764081?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/6091080020100764081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=6091080020100764081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/6091080020100764081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/6091080020100764081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-aint-no-etch-sketch-this-is-one.html' title='That ain&apos;t no etch-a-sketch. This is one doodle that can&apos;t be un-did, homeskillet.'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-5399569510086978890</id><published>2007-12-27T13:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:56:39.670-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Failure in the home?!</title><content type='html'>I recently wrote a research paper on gang identifiers.  Schools across the nation have decided to institute clothing bans. Calumet High School in Chicago has banned black, white, and red clothing.  Apparently, these colors are being linked to gangs.  Are you serious?  Black, White and Red?  In Chicago?  So much for the joys of childhood and supporting your local professional sports team.  Now I for one support taking action to stamp out crime and protect our children, but do these people really think that banning clothing is the answer?  Our society is becoming such a sucker for the "quick fix".  We even repair the problems that this mentality creates with the same "quick fix" approach.  Banning clothing in my opinion is a mere "band-aid" on the problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My personal opinion is that these restrictions on clothing are a violation of the rights of our beloved constitution.  Adolescence is a complicated time in a young person’s life.  I think that children need to express themselves as they struggle to find out where they fit in the “grand scheme of things.”  Children should be able to wear whatever they wish so long as it is not blatantly offensive to others (i.e. curse words or sexually explicit material).  It is healthy; it creates identity and can even lead to friendships and a sense of belonging.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Banning clothing is not the answer to the issues facing children today.  So, what is the answer?  If you ask me, more needs to be done in the home.  We are failing in our duties as parents.  We are failing in the home. "No success can compensate for failure in the home". Is banning clothing in school more important than parents taking an active role in their children’s lives?  Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the two teens that terrorized Columbine High School, had guns and explosives in their parent’s home without the parents being even slightly aware.  I hardly believe that taking away their trench coats would have saved any lives, however, I would bet that more parental involvement in their lives would have.  We are missing the mark and need to reevaluate where to focus our energies.  Step up and be a parent.  Teach your children correct principles and get involved in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-5399569510086978890?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/5399569510086978890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=5399569510086978890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/5399569510086978890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/5399569510086978890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2007/12/failure-in-home.html' title='Failure in the home?!'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-8750116970087545515</id><published>2007-12-27T13:12:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:24:25.933-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of an ENFP - (Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving)</title><content type='html'>Throughout my years in sales, I have taken the MBTI (Myers Briggs Type Indicator) test numerous times.  Every time, the results are the same.  I am an ENFP.  Recently I took a course on Managing the MBTI types.  It explained SO much about who I am.  Here is a small description of who I am based on the MBTI.  It is eerily accurate.&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs are warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential. They live in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things. Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types. They can talk their way in or out of anything. They love life, seeing it as a special gift, and strive to make the most out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs have an unusually broad range of skills and talents. They are good at most things which interest them. Project-oriented, they may go through several different careers during their lifetime. To onlookers, the ENFP may seem directionless and without purpose, but ENFPs are actually quite consistent, in that they have a strong sense of values which they live with throughout their lives. Everything that they do must be in line with their values. An ENFP needs to feel that they are living their lives as their true Self, walking in step with what they believe is right. They see meaning in everything, and are on a continuous quest to adapt their lives and values to achieve inner peace. They're constantly aware and somewhat fearful of losing touch with themselves. Since emotional excitement is usually an important part of the ENFP's life, and because they are focused on keeping "centered", the ENFP is usually an intense individual, with highly evolved values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs need time alone to center themselves, and make sure they are moving in a direction which is in sync with their values. ENFPs who remain centered will usually be quite successful at their endeavors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most ENFPs have great people skills. They are genuinely warm and interested in people, and place great importance on their inter-personal relationships. ENFPs almost always have a strong need to be liked. They excel at bringing out the best in others, and are typically well-liked. They have an exceptional ability to intuitively understand a person after a very short period of time, and use their intuition and flexibility to relate to others on their own level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because ENFPs live in the world of exciting possibilities, the details of everyday life are seen as trivial drudgery. They place no importance on detailed, maintenance-type tasks, and will frequently remain oblivous to these types of concerns. When they do have to perform these tasks, they do not enjoy themselves. This is a challenging area of life for most ENFPs, and can be frustrating for ENFP's family members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strong sense of values will keep many ENFPs dedicated to their relationships. However, ENFPs like a little excitement in their lives, and are best matched with individuals who are comfortable with change and new experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs are always consistent in their value systems, which they will impress on their children above all else, along with a basic joy of living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs are basically happy people. They may become unhappy when they are confined to strict schedules or mundane tasks. Consequently, ENFPs work best in situations where they have a lot of flexibility, and where they can work with people and ideas. Many go into business for themselves. They have the ability to be quite productive with little supervision, as long as they are excited about what they're doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are so alert and sensitive, constantly scanning their environments, ENFPs often suffer from muscle tension. They have a strong need to be independent, and resist being controlled or labelled. They need to maintain control over themselves, but they do not believe in controlling others. Their dislike of dependence and suppression extends to others as well as to themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs are charming, ingenuous, risk-taking, sensitive, people-oriented individuals with capabilities ranging across a broad spectrum. They have many gifts which they will use to fulfill themselves and those near them, if they are able to remain centered and master the ability of following through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-8750116970087545515?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/8750116970087545515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=8750116970087545515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8750116970087545515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/8750116970087545515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2007/12/portrait-of-enfp-extraverted-intuitive.html' title='Portrait of an ENFP - (Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving)'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-4431794730303028703</id><published>2007-08-02T19:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:05:50.691-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to Oahu</title><content type='html'>Recently my niece Emma gave me an assignment.  Apparently her class was doing a project with "Flat Stanley" and I was asked to take him on a tour of Oahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLAc_uDeFI/AAAAAAAAABc/vSi1lOF4HqM/s1600-h/Kamehameha1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLAc_uDeFI/AAAAAAAAABc/vSi1lOF4HqM/s320/Kamehameha1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094345732882921554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was to see the King Kamehameha statue downtown.  King Kamehameha conquered the Hawaiian Islands and formally established the Kingdom of Hawaiʻi in 1810.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLBhPuDeGI/AAAAAAAAABk/xbqGZEKK3oI/s1600-h/Waiola3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLBhPuDeGI/AAAAAAAAABk/xbqGZEKK3oI/s320/Waiola3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094346905408993378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't want a Waiola Shave Ice on a hot summer day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLDKPuDeII/AAAAAAAAAB0/u-yDVbRg_p0/s1600-h/Duke2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLDKPuDeII/AAAAAAAAAB0/u-yDVbRg_p0/s320/Duke2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094348709295257730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We HAD to stop and pay our respects to Duke Kahanamoku. Duke was one of the original Waikiki beach boys, and the "father of modern surfing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLDnPuDeJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zCZobWGyYbM/s1600-h/Surf1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLDnPuDeJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zCZobWGyYbM/s320/Surf1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094349207511464082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLEBfuDeKI/AAAAAAAAACE/k1J2aShqw4M/s1600-h/Surf4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLEBfuDeKI/AAAAAAAAACE/k1J2aShqw4M/s320/Surf4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094349658483030178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time for a surf sesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-4431794730303028703?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/4431794730303028703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=4431794730303028703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4431794730303028703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/4431794730303028703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-goes-on-here-in-hawaii.html' title='A Visit to Oahu'/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/RrLAc_uDeFI/AAAAAAAAABc/vSi1lOF4HqM/s72-c/Kamehameha1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-1135966614981656526</id><published>2007-08-02T19:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T19:28:46.372-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z50ZveXL-Ps"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z50ZveXL-Ps" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6059924157692932357-1135966614981656526?l=fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/feeds/1135966614981656526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6059924157692932357&amp;postID=1135966614981656526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/1135966614981656526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6059924157692932357/posts/default/1135966614981656526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fishlips-hadz.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09084849426530906803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sCiIV5kA4c/Sx7wzXNdjRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/oPfTRc7kyoE/S220/avatar_de0f45054b834388984900cf84cd63ac.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059924157692932357.post-937434585256464062</id><published>2007-05-04T01:12:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T01:14:34.089-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my Blog!</title><content type='html'>Just falling in with the status quo.  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