Two Hawai'i-Related Blogs listed as "Blogs of Note" on blogspot

I ain't sure how often this happens, but two Hawai'i-related blogs are listed as "Blogs of Note" by blogspot.com right now. If you don't blog here, that might not sound familiar but it's cute (and ensures traffic). Just a short list of links on our homepages to cool places like Rubbah Slippahs in Italy.blogspot.com spells her name in haole on her page, but you can still hear the island girl tones and tunes in her writing. Everything from food to flowers, friends having fun. Plus she appreciates and has adapted to a broader culture not only in Italy but all over.
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junkraft.blogspot.com looks dangerous and wild. Here's what their subheading is:
"Sailing to Hawaii on 15,000 plastic bottles and a Cessna 310, to raise awareness about plastic fouling our oceans."




They left Long Beach Aquarium at 2pm on June 1, I believe, and wanted to make the trip here in 6-7 weeks. The latest entry as of this writing is July 23, and they're roaring "towards the half way mark". A little off-schedule, but definitely off-point.
This is pretty heavy stuff, which probbly implies a lifestyle change. Do I wanna read about that? Is there anything I can do to help? Is it gonna make me more paranoid about the state of the world...and the state of Hawaii? Probbly yes to all.

(5 minutes later)
So I read their blog and explored the topic and came upon a couple of cool quotes:

1) "They dreamed of doing something, and they did it."
I wish my other half would gnag me to chase my dreams, instead of trying to get me to wake upp. I'm so tired of hearing "No can."

2) "The age of single-use disposable plastics is over."
That scares me 'cause I'm always trippin' on how much trash I my self make by eating take-out three meals a day. Just one large soda could be 3 pieces of "single-use disposable plastic" (cup, straw & lid) right there. Not to mention the styrofoam tray, handful of napkins new and unused, the paper that was around the straw, and the plastic bag to carry it all in! And that's just if I'm eating alone. See, I knew I wouldn't "enjoy" reading it. But I'm better for it. YAY! (even more great news at Algalita.org)

**Uppdate: The Junk Raft landed in Honolulu on Wednesday August 27 to cheering crowds.

National Daydreamer Ross Jackson blogs like he acts

So I guess it's like the opposite of a writers' strike or something. (No writers, no show)
Next Door Nightclub, where my roommate Ross Jackson works on Tuesday nights is closed for a few weeks. So he started a blog. (no show, yes writer) [uppdate: the party is now at the loft on Hotel St @ Mauna Kea]

He still has his radio show Ross Jackson's Daydream Nation on Wednesday afternoons 12-3pm on KTUH. Plus he's been "subbing" for someone, every Monday from 12 to 3, like for a while now. I think he's the program director for the station too. He swears! Check his blog for playlists as well as other musings and music reviews. (With the same interest and authority as Christian Bale's character in American Psycho trying to impress girls with his reviews of Phil Collins and Whitney Houston)

Whenever my old man tells people that we have a DJ roomie named Ross, they're always "Ross Jackson?!" with some weird sparkle in their eyes. And it's full-on random people who react that way. The realtor. The adopted asexual from Texas. My Black/Japanese sister-in-law. Like, all kine, any kine people. They love his show. Even me.

But you don't gotta know Ross or even like his music (or him) to enjoy his blog. His observations on life in the islands, and other things he enjoys are written kinda purty and sentimental-like, with bit more than a little snooty snuck in. You can alternately lilt and lull on his meanderings, or laugh at his lack of modesty and pretentiousness. He does.If you've ever met him, or heard his show, you know Ross likes to use big or infrequently used words. Sometimes it's cause it's the best word for what he means to say. Other times, he's obviously trying to impress or confuse you (don't let him know if it does). And at least once, I caught him calling me something as I was blogging, I looked it upp, and even he was surprised at its meaning.
So sometimes he's full of wit, other times he's full of shit, but he's not so full of himself that he can't acknowledge it. As much as he likes to aggrandize himself, he'll also make fun of himself and his public persona. Even lets me tease him while he's reminding me how cool and fuckin' elite he is. As long as he lets me mock his bravado, I'll listen to it. It's funny and fun. He gets me pretty good too (not as mean as the gays, but just as painful).

Plus he's realistic, and even honest. Once I asked him "Do you seek approval?" and his reply was "Don't we all?" So see he's just like most of us.

I'll write more of what he told me about working at KTUH and the shows he thinks are important. But later. I just wanted to let y'all know about his blog, because he knows good music.

Plus I wanted y'all to know Ross Jackson is my roommate, 'cause I don't go out much or wear the right clothes, but I'd like for you to think I'm cool. (I'm sure he'll start to think so for the sheer fact that I mention his name so many times.)

Kaleidoscope Tuesday nights @ the Loft

Most Mondays, 12pm to 3pm on KTUH.

Ross Jackson's Daydream Nation, Wednesdays 12pm to 3pm on KTUH FM

rossjackson.blogspot.com

Mo' betta den "blog of note"

werd...so weird. How I going ac'? I jus' wen aks for feedback, son, like Janet Jackson, and HNL Hip Hop jumps and macks on us, pats our backs and such, and I'm all cracked out bus' being upp 24 hours plus and these new frenz of ours just go and say something nice. Like thrice! That shit's more valuable than the price of rice!!! How you like me now? ...So shame. I'm so not a playa in this game. Lame freak. Trying to stay awake on 3 Red Bulls and a green bowl of shake, do not me a free styler make. But I've learned to take a compliment and I'll come right back with an amourous attack and hope to pick upp my own slack to live down their big upp. So nice, dem. *Pees*.