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Hawaiian Dogs and Cats: 'Ilio and Popoki
11/16/2011 12:24:15 PM
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Musings on our domestic companions here in Hawaii, the wonderful dogs and cats that help make our lives on this troubled planet bearable by simply being there for us, and on the subject of humane treatment of all animals.
Hawaiian Ilio and Popoki…Dogs & Cats in Hawaii
As I sat here ruefully contemplating some annoying pain in my left heel (plantar fasciitis, most likely), an irritating development that has complicated my running routine more than a bit, one of my Siberians padded softly into the man-cave and plopped down right next to the troublesome foot in reference. ‘Nala’, a 3 year old female, then lazily rolled over onto her back into a Lady Gaga style back-sprawl, legs splayed like the four points of the compass, just begging for a belly-rub about as clearly as anyone may without uttering a word (or any sound whatsoever). The startlingly light blue eyes said it all: “Hey boss, forget all that hunt and peck stuff on the keyboard and put those highly evolved opposed-thumb hands to some REAL use…on my neck!”
Looking down into those icy blue Siberian eyes I was immediately reminded of several things. First, that I was strangely NOT bothered (as I usually am) by the Baroque era strains of music streaming over my PC (it was actually almost enjoyable). Second, that life without my wonderful dogs would be impoverished indeed. As for the first of these, I seem to have been inflicted at an early age by a strong aversion to Baroque era classicists for reasons never quite clear, since a certain friend of mine never fails to lavish praise on the Baroque almost simultaneous with making dissing comments about my own preferred Romantic composers (“Your taste in classical music is sooooo puerile!”). The fact that I manage to accept those comments as gracefully as I do is very likely closely associated with the fact that Maile Nakashita is one of those drop-dead gorgeous women of the Hawaiian-Asian persuasion who is also a virtuoso on the piano. There’s something so terrifically sensuous, so essentially close to the primal matrix in Maile’s electrifying ability to combine raw eros and exquisite art in her interpretations of long-dead white European composers that I’d probably be willing to remain utterly still through even a performance of Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto with her up there on stage. While appreciably older than electrifying Asian piano sensation and 24 year old Yuje Wang, Maile is almost Tesla-like in her own ability to make sparks of pure emotional energy fly from the keys, whenever she deposits her beautiful okole (ass) down in front of a keyboard.
Yuje Wang, speaking of that incredible new keyboard wunderkind from the PRC, has managed to cleverly combine several essential elements of human aesthetics in her expression of the old masters’ compositions, in that she gives free vent to her inner passions despite exhibiting considerably palpable aplomb over her being a woman of uncommon physical comeliness. While the sight of Yuje on stage is in itself almost a sort of genteel erotic experience, the moment she connects with the music in her unique and highly personalized style, the link between Yuje the hormonally charged female and Yuje the electric medium of sound becomes instantly blurred in a fusion of dynamics that defy rational analysis entirely. At such moments her musical notes assume the edgy clarity of some impossibly sharp, frozen knife-blade of mountain cornice, perched high up on a wintery summit somewhere in Northern China, as her fingers fuse with arcs of pure sonic energy that would challenge the senses of any sensitive individual. Given the similarities in affect and style, I like to think of Maile as a somewhat older, wiser and more mature Yuje!
While my friend Maile isn’t quite as flashy in terms of her usual attire (she’s just as comfortable playing in a well-worn Mu’umu’u, a large, loose and comfortably shapeless dress unique to the islands, as Yuje seems to be in a tight orange designer dress slashed up the thigh to the hip), Maile compellingly transmits a good part of that electro-musical connectivity I reference here that sensuously transports me into an intensely amorous state of arousal. Watching her lightly gray-flecked dark hair vibrating as her passions well up through the struck chords, I am poignantly reminded that although she is nearing that sad transition of a woman’s life known as menopause, the roots of her intense musicality still connect deeply within her femininity that is so essentially enduring in its timeless formulation. Just seeing Maile interpreting some complex piece (preferably one of my favorite Romantic era Russian composers) on her piano puts me instantly into the mood for greater proximal intimacy with that quantum aspect of her that is limitless inertia and pure spiritual energy. And if she’s in the mood for it herself, after making love to the sonic aspects of the music so unreservedly, the ensuing moments can be quite earthy indeed. Imagine making unconstrained physical love to Hawaiian Demi-goddess Pele herself (if you can), revealed as the inflammably erotic volcanic life-source that instantly supersedes and surmounts any superficial deception that might suggest the crone-like construct of popular Hawaiian lore. But enough about Maile and the searing metamorphosis she undergoes whenever she places her long, exotically slender fingers to a keyboard.
Admittedly, the three most valuable energy sources of my life are women, dogs and music (not necessarily in that order, of course). Those who read things I have written dealing with the first of these are tempted, I suspect, to wonder a bit at the veracity of this statement, since women are by far among the most complex mysteries of life (at least to a man) and moments of mutually pleasurable synergy typically constitute only a mere fragment of most ordinary interactions between the genders; most of us well know (from experience) that the vast majority of male/female connections consist of confused miscommunications. As for dogs, whereas a woman’s loyalty, commitment, love and attraction are assets forever held in reserve like warriors in a battle, awaiting deployment according to some as yet undetermined higher strategy, the affection of dogs is steadfast, unreserved, fully committed and in fact utterly dedicated from the onset to that ancient bond they have developed with human beings over the past 10,000 years. Music, the third element mentioned, constitutes a conductive bridge in perfect balance between any two possible polar forces, neither favoring nor denying access, so quintessentially poised between whatever two diametric forces of human aesthetics as may exist to be simultaneously, orgasmically sexual and platonically neutral. There are a number of other indulgences that give me great pleasure in life, of course, among them being good, fully bodied red wines, fast airplanes, and isolated mountain summits that are totally devoid of any human traces (it puts me in touch with the larger universe that extends far beyond human imagination, but don’t ask me to explain precisely how…).
As I sit here musing on all this, outside the hushed serenity of another Molokai dawn is heralded by a pyroclastic explosion of atmospheric pinks and yellows that have suddenly burst up into view over nearby Maui’s upthrust volcanic mass. Below, the darkly calm and silent shallows that extend from the shore out to the reef’s edge belie the stormy currents and turbulent wave action of the waters of the Pailolo channel just beyond, separating the two islands as completely as if sliced by a knife. It strikes me as somewhat odd that such a display of visually effusive pyrotechnics can be so overwhelming, yet so perfectly, totally quiet. Just another of nature’s many small miracles, that are so common here in paradise.
As I scratch Nala’s neck, perhaps a bit absently, the cathartic, restorative sensory feedback transmitted from fur to fingers made me reflect further on the strong bonds that exist between human beings and the animals we have domesticated to be our personal companions. Dogs and cats are by custom regarded in the West as being exempt from any purpose other than pleasing us, their human companions. This is not at all the case in a great portion of the world, where dogs and cat are considered alternate entrees from ‘Column B’ on the menu and even today, in many Asian and Southeast Asian countries, dogs are actually bred much the same as are livestock, the intent being that they will ultimately provide a tasty mouthful for a hungry family more accustomed to unadorned rice than to chunks of (rare) meat. Even in ancient Hawaiian culture dogs were considered food, first and foremost, starting with the very first small dogs brought to the islands by the early Polynesians who settled Hawaii.
These early Hawaiian dogs (the Hawaiian slang term for all mixed breed dogs is ‘poi-dog’) were all very similar to each other in appearance and their modern relatives continue to look quite like their remote ancestors did, hundreds of years ago. The Hawaiian word for ‘dog’ is ‘Ilio and according to some of the West’s earliest observers (members of Captain James Cook’s crew in 1779), the early Polynesian ‘ilio were all fairly uniform in appearance, with short little bowed legs, upward curling straight tails, long backs and short peaked ears. Significantly, surviving Hawaiian petroglyphs dated back to those ancient times confirm these observations by some of the first ‘haole’ (foreigner) visitors to record aspects of the ancient island culture in the 18th century. Since there was no written Hawaiian language (prior to the establishment of one by the Christian missionaries of 1820), those direct observations by Cook’s crew and the petroglyph carvings are the only direct documentation of those early Hawaiian canines.
Revered Hawaiian historian Mary Kawena Pukui has written that there were two main types of Hawaiian poi-dog, the red variety and the light-brown type, all possessed of short fur, large eyes and upright (peaked) ears; her notes further state that they were not commonly prone to barking, but were more given to making short ‘yapping’ sounds. From these descriptions, the typical poi-dog of early Hawaiian civilization seems to have had much in common with the appearance of some of the smaller Western Terriers and in the earliest photographs we have that were taken of Hawaiian poi-dogs (in the mid-1800s), the resemblance is close enough to be striking. They were virtually identical to established breeds of indigenous dogs found in the other Polynesian island groups, which would serve to validate a common ancestry with those dogs found in, for example, French Micronesia (Tahiti).
It was only in relatively recent times (after the arrival of the Christian missionaries in 1820) that these poi-dogs were regarded as anything but a readily available food source and it is known that they constituted a fairly important source of food for the Hawaiian Ali’i, or royalty, particularly among the Chiefeses, since women were forbidden by kapu (taboo) from eating pig, another staple Hawaiian meat-source. Poi-dogs were typically fed a diet of sweet potato or Kalo (Taro) poi to make them plump, according to surviving 19th century accounts, and were one of the more important and plentiful dishes featured at ancient lu’au. Poi-dogs were also used for bartering purposes and were also occasionally used for ritual sacrifice at the Heiau (sacred temple), as well. This custom lingered on in the islands well after the early 1820s, but as Hawaii became increasingly converted to Christianity, the Westernised concept of domesticating dogs as companions and pets began to take hold more and more and the idea of keeping dogs purely as pets rapidly gained popularity.
Prior to the establishment of domestic dogs as pets and companions, however, dogs served several other important functions (in addition to being a food source) among the islanders. Dog teeth were used in the fabrication of leg ornaments used in the early forms of hula and in ritual adornments for warriors. Today there are preserved a number of such leg ‘rattles’ in the Bernice Bishop Museum, with hundreds of teeth being used for a single such example. Viewing the specimens on display, one can only guess at the thousands of dogs that must have been eaten to provide all those teeth!
Of further interest is the fact that a number of ancient Hawaiian legends and ‘Mele’ (oral history stories, orated or sung) feature dogs in them, one of the most well known being that of Pa’e the brindled dog. According to the story, Pa’e was a large, brindle-colored (a coat marked with tiger-like, irregular and contrasting color striations) dog that had come from somewhere in the Ko’olau Mountains of Oahu to the coastal kahale (communal clusters of hale, or huts). It was there that she was spied by some retainers of local Ali’I, who captured her and cooked her up as a special delicacy for their Chief.
As they were bringing the potted basket holding poor little roasted Pa’e down the trail to the Chief’s hale, they passed by a pretty wahine with reddish-brown hair, sitting near a pond, who called out “Pa’e, Pa’e! Where are you?”
“I am here, in the basket,” came Pa’e’s voice from inside the pot.
“Where are you going?” said the woman.
“I am going with these men to see their Chief,” came the voice from the pot.
With that, according to the story, the woman cried out “Come here to me, Pa’e, let us go home together!” and Pa’e leaped out of the cooking pot, showing no signs of having been roasted and was once again the healthy brindled dog from the Ko’alau Mountains that she had been before. Then, the beautiful young wahine took the reddish dog Pa’e into her arms and together they sprang into the nearby pool, where both vanished from sight in the depths.
The Chief’s retainers were terrified, knowing that they had cooked up the pet of one of the legendary lizard women of the Ko’olau Mountains, spiritual demi-gods who had great mana (spiritual power), and immediately fled the area as fast as they could.
As a result of this legend, brindled-colored dogs were (and still are) looked upon as being under the protection of spirits of the lizard goddess and are still called ‘Ilio mo’o’ (or lizard dog) for this reason.
Just one of a number of ancient Hawaiian stories about dogs and dog-spirits, there are others that are still told to children by their tutus (aunties) today. Some involve frightfully large, powerful dogs (actually demi-gods in disguise) and others wise, clever and resourceful, but it is quite evident from the persistence of these stories that dogs played a more far important part in the ancient Hawaiian culture than merely a source of food.
As haoles began flooding into the islands, consequent to the introduction of the new Christian religion, they began bringing their own dogs with them and it wasn’t long before the original Polynesian poi-dog began to interbreed with these newly introduced breeds. The eventual (and predictable) result was a new sort of generic Hawaiian dog of undetermined breed, and the term ‘poi-dog’ therefore eventually came to stand for any mixed-breed dog (or ‘mutt’) in the Hawaiian Islands.
Although dogs have figured as a prominent part of Hawaiian culture past & present, cats were relatively unknown in the islands until far more recent times. By most accounts, the first recorded contact native Hawaiians had with Felis catus (house cat) occurred when Captain Cook’s ships visited the islands in the late 1770s. Apparently one of the ship’s cats had fallen overboard and gotten separated from the ship by some distance before being scooped up, by some Hawaiians following the ship in an outrigger, and returned to Cook’s vessel. We have no surviving account of the reaction of the Hawaiian who saved this cat for Cook, but one can easily imagine his fascination with what would have been an entirely new kind of animal to him. The same records tell us that Cook’s ship cats were so popular during a stopover in Tonga (prior to his visit to the Hawaiian Islands chain) that nearly all of them had been literally stolen by Tongans and not returned.
Precisely when the first cat came and remained on the Hawaiian Islands is unknown, but records show that cats were certainly established in Hawaii by 1809 (at least eleven years before the coming of the missionaries), by all accounts. A visiting haole named Archibald Campbell visited Hawaii at that time and compiled a 400 word spoken Hawaiian dictionary that included a uniquely Hawaiian word for cat: ‘Popokee’. In 1836 A Christian Missionary pastor named Lorrin Andrews compiled a Hawaiian language vocabulary that contained no less than three separate words for ‘cat’: Popokee, U’au, and O'au. The back-story behind these words is quite interesting and bears telling here. ‘Popokee’ appears to be an imitative word that derives from the Hawaiian pronunciation of the English words ‘Poor pussy’, since ‘pussy’ was the traditional ‘polite’ (or genteel) reference for a cat (‘Moggie’ being a less polite slang term used by the common classes) among the English upper-classes. As may be easily determined, ‘U’au’ and ‘O’au’ are also imitative words based on the cat’s distinctive ‘meow’.
Once again showing its inimitable ability to adapt and survive, the cat soon became established in both domestic pet and feral populations in Hawaii and cats quickly became cherished pets in many Hawaiian ‘ohanas (families). There are no recorded instances of cats ever having been considered or used as a food source in the islands, incidentally. Given the fact that other introduced species of animals brought to Hawaii included several types of rats (the Norwegian Rat and the Roof Rat, to name just two of several that were likely originally brought over on whaling ships, but there is a very distinct possibility that the first Polynesians also had stowaway Polynesian rats on their large ocean-going canoes), cats became popular not just as companions but as expert ratters that helped keep rodents from destroying stored food supplies. The immense popularity of cats among the Hawaiians is easily determined by examining some of the hundreds of early black and white photographs taken during the late 19th and early 20th century. These wonderful pictures not infrequently show kanaka (native Hawaiians) enjoying the company of their pet cats, playing with them or feeding them bits of fish. So much had the domestic cat established itself in Hawaii that by the late 1800s even the greatly admired Queen Lilio'uokalani kept several cats of her own in the royal residence. Today, in addition to the hundreds of thousands of housecats kept in domestic contemporary Hawaiian homes, it is estimated that there are likely in excess of about 42 million feral (wild) cats on the Hawaiian Islands!
At the turn of the century, Hawaii was a region continually undergoing tremendous change as legions of entrepreneurial haole malihini (white foreigners), Hawaiian-born sons of the missionaries and mixed-blood kama’aina (long-time residents) all competed for their share of the profit to be made from exploiting the islands and their trusting indigenous people. Although there was some effort made to maintain and establish certain standards of civic decorum and ethical behavior, the out-and-out majority of these ‘Yankee style’ capitalists were mostly concerned with enhancing their own power and wealth, regardless of the broader social consequences. Illicit business practices, bribes, payoffs, corrupt civic officials and just about every type of morally deficit behavior imaginable flourished and were quite the usual custom, usually all at the expense of the indigenous Hawaiian people, who increasingly saw their property acquired by unscrupulous businessmen bent on developing profitable commercial trade. Given the relaxed traditional ancient Hawaiian cultural attitudes towards custodianship/ownership of land, it was easy pickings for sharp Westerners and especially those who had connections with the newly formed territorial government (established right after the Royal Hawaiian Monarchy had been overthrown in a coup by haole businessmen, plantation owners and wealthy landowners in 1893).
Balanced against this flood of cutthroat capitalist exploitationists were a handful of conscionable, socially altruistic malihini champions of social order (and not always of Christian missionary affiliation), but it was never an equal battle between the forces that sought to exploit Hawaii and those dedicated to preserving it for its native peoples. Honolulu in particular, as the epicenter of Hawaii’s commerce and trade, was a seething focus of social upheaval and change that uprooted and replaced the ancient foundations of Hawaiian society.
Meanwhile, on the plantations most of the work that couldn’t be done by men was accomplished by four-footed beasts of burden (oxen, mules, horses, donkeys, etc.) that were often dreadfully treated and worked to exhaustion, given the lack of other means of transportation (and the paucity of steam locomotive railways). In the cities, animal cruelty was also a given, with abuses of domestic animals (including pet dogs and cats) occurring continually. Cock-fights and dog-fighting contests were openly held and savage sport of this sort reflected the brutal, arduous lives and living conditions many of the poorly paid plantation workers had to contend with. Dogs were frequently left staked up, ignored, poorly fed and/or starved…a particularly sad status given the utter dependency of all domestic dogs upon the kindness of their human masters. Other dogs, abandoned by their masters and allowed to run off, frequently formed wild packs in the Ko’olau Mountains where they harried and harassed those who entered the area, trying to survive as ancient instincts prompted them. Cats, although somewhat better enabled to contend with such severe adversity and with strongly independent instincts to aid their survival, often went feral and were to be encountered almost everywhere, having also been ignored or abandoned by their former masters. [Famed author Sam Clemens (Mark Twain), on his celebrated visit to the islands of the late 1800s, noted that everywhere one looked “…there were platoons of cats, companies of cats, regiments of cats, armies of cats, multitudes of cats, millions of cats…”).] Clearly, there was much needless and cruel abuse of animals in the rough and ready Hawaii of the late 1800s and early 1900s.
In recognition of that, a few prescient individuals, inspired by the New York efforts of national (American) animal welfare pioneer Henry Bergh, set up the first Hawaiian organization to promote animal rights and regulate their welfare. This was the Honolulu Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (1883). Although this original group did not survive, some fourteen years later efforts to help address the plight of animals in Hawaii were revived, with the result that in 1908 the first permanently established Hawaiian Humane Society came into being (in Honolulu) under the tutelage of a Ms. Helen Wilder.
Wilder, the descendent of two prominent haole kama’aina (long time white residents) missionary families was a remarkable individual who had inherited both the high-minded attitudes and awarenesses of her forebears. She was by nature a very benevolent and humane individual and was profoundly moved by the excess of animal abuses she noted throughout Hawaii, but fortunately Wilder also had the ear of very powerful people in the islands, thanks to her family connections, and was able to put her strong convictions about humane treatment of animals before the eyes of the administration of the newly created ‘Republic of Hawaii” (established upon the deposing of the Hawaiian monarchy). Not long thereafter she was given legal powers by the Government (of the new Republic) to help her efforts by being made a special deputy of the law (the first woman law enforcement officer in the islands).
As a curious sidelight, Wilder and her humane society group were subsequently successful in hiring a local law enforcement officer by the name of Chang Apana to be their first humane officer, who handled all investigations of animal abuse. Much later, Apana gained fame and renown as an astute criminal investigations detective for the Honolulu Police Department and is thought to be the model for detective novel author Earl der Biggers’ popular ‘Charlie Chan’ character. In addition to enforcing humane animal treatment, Wilder also expended much effort to educate islanders on animal rights and the need to treat all domestic animals with the care and proper attention they warrant. Among her innovations was a monthly publication (begun in 1900) titled ‘The Humane Educator’, which featured advertising from sympathetic local commercial groups and contained many useful and informative articles dealing with both local and national (US) animal care issues.
Thanks again to Wilder’s strong moral and humane convictions, as well as to her influence in the higher levels of Hawaiian society, she was able to help assure the presence in the islands of a healthy and continuing regard for all animals, both in the home and in the work fields and streets (horseless carriages were just beginning to be introduced to the islands and almost all light and heavy transport not done by railroad was performed by draft animals). When she ultimately relocated to the US, not long afterwards, she continued to support the animal rights cause she had helped found in Hawaii and her highly commendable legacy is today still visible throughout the islands, as the Hawaiian Humane Society continues its century old work. It would not be fair to fail to mention here the fact that despite the many criticisms (most quite substantiated) directed towards haole malihini (white foreigners) who came over to the islands as missionaries, there were many very positive improvements and contributions made by the descendants of those early Christian evangelicals. Ms. Wilders serves as an especially excellent example.
There were fortunately a number of similarly principled individuals among the haole malihinis who settled in the islands and others of congruent inclination and humane sensitivity who worked in concert with Ms. Wilder’s sentiments to further the cause of Hawaiian animal rights. Perhaps it is a coincidence that so many of them were women, since belief in humane causes is not strictly limited to one gender, but it is interesting to speculate on this matter given the far more aggressive nature and often varying morality that many men demonstrate. Although the female gender is equipped by nature and biochemistry to be more gentle and empathetic (as a general rule), humane empathy is a quality that is notably absent in the modern culture of economic affairs and in the conduct of business and commerce as practiced in the West (i.e. the USA). While there were a few men who took an active and direct part in the activities of the Hawaiian Humane Society, it is significant to note that women were by far more numerous in its membership. Perhaps fortunately, most were wives of upper class wealthy haole kama’aina businessmen and politicians who were able to influence their prominent husbands to support their efforts with funding and financial community backing.
Today, in modern Hawaii, as external (i.e. based in other nations) commercial development resources have continued to transform the islands (most often to the detriment of the locals, or kanaka maoli as native Hawaiians are called) into a tourist economy to attract tourist wealth, all Hawaiians have been endowed with a strong awareness in principle of the need to treat animals with love and kindness. The many present cases of dog and cat abuse (that incidentally have grown remarkably in the past several decades) may be attributed to a large extent to the tragic effects of continually expanding abuse of addictive drugs (methamphetamines are the most epidemic form) throughout the Hawaiian Islands, a severely destructive influence that harms both people and animals and that continues to destroy the basic foundations of traditional, ancient Hawaiian ‘aloha’ culture. Hawaiian dogs and cats often also suffer needlessly due to the effects (mind-set and irresponsible attitudes) of youth-oriented ‘throw-away’ imported mainland materialism, mainland ‘pop culture’ influences and unrelenting ruthless commercial exploitation of the traditional Hawaiian lifestyle. Most of this stems directly from the greed and soullessly acquisitive activities of powerful individuals with too much power and wealth and too little appreciation for nature and the environment, but it is in many ways the same dilemma faced by everyone today under the American capitalist system.
As a tangential sidelight, I came across a very interesting short article in the Scientific American published magazine titled ‘Mind: Behavior, Brain Science and Insights’. The article cites a recent study undertaken in China (appearing in the Chinese ‘Personality and Social Psychology Bulletin’) that suggests that mating is a key motivator in modern human male warfare. Although it might at first seem difficult to make this association, the argument of the researchers is that this motivation is a deeply buried relic of ancient, primitive human behavioral patterns; an ancestral memory, if you will, that resulted from efforts to acquire women from other tribes for mating by warring on neighbors. Carried over into so-called ‘modern society’ but buried deep below the superficial veneer of ‘civilisation’ we wear, the Chinese investigators rank this factor as just as significant in a broader context as more overt and discernible factors (such as the desire to acquire economic wealth or expand territorial influence). Although a discussion of the main body of their findings and determinations lies beyond the scope of these reflections on animal rights and Hawaiian domestic pets, a point emerges that may have great bearing our present world-wide societal status quo. Associated with an explanation of why women tend to exhibit traits of supportiveness and nurturing, while men tend towards traits of aggressiveness and diminished empathetic sensitivity, it suggests that a world governed and administered by women would be far more peaceful and certainly far more humane than one in which the will of men predominate.
My own point being here that men are biochemically primed by nature to be aggressive and combative, while women are much less so (if at all). A number of nations in Europe have elected women as their heads of state and perhaps it is well past time for the USA to do the same. With that suggestion in mind, the accomplishments of women in the Hawaiian Islands both for island society in general and for the continued championing of animal welfare and humane regard for animals are remarkable and noteworthy...but perhaps nature is telling us something more here, d'ya think?
At the very least it is certainly something to reflect further upon as my lovely and passionate friend Maile suddenly sweeps through the door of my hale and heads for the piano. And now, if you'll excuse me, I have an unscheduled hot date with Sergei Vasilievich Rachmaninoff's female reincarnation! Ho, da kine!
Aloha mai e!
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