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I'm stoked, I bought a ticket today for the Kokua Festival in April. It's a big Earth Day love fest with Ben Harper, Willy Nelson, and Jack Johnson headlining. A bunch of enviro. groups go and set up booths. I'm hoping to make some island connections and find a job/volunteer opportunity that floats my boat more than whale watching. I'm also hoping to get wasted and dance all night long. Are the two mutually exclusive? I think it will be a lot like Wulapalooza but with less freshmen and more tan people. Plus, there is no gym to hold it in if it rains.

I saw Brokeback Mountain last night and I can't get it out of my head. I don't even know if it lived up to my expectations, I just know it touched me. Maybe I'm just really emo right now. I want to get a harmonica and go ride a horse in Wyoming.

Tomorrow I start my work week again. I've had two blissful days off and I spent them doing precious little. I did call 3 people about bikes and futons for sale, 6 people about hula lessons, and 14 people about covering my shift on Saturday so I can complete a life guarding/first aid class. Still waiting for the callbacks, just like an audition.

Should I start my own dance class? I asked my 8 ball and it said "signs point to yes." Or maybe it said "reply hazy, try again." I hate when that happens. Anyway, I want to dance more, meet more cool folks, and make some cash so the obvious answer would be to teach a little sumpn' at the community center or the yoga studio next door. But I'm a big chicken! I guess I just need to pony up and put up some fliers around town, see who shows up. "You'll never know if you don't try." -love, mom

I have these magazines on my coffee table (although we all know I don't drink coffee): TIME, National Geographic, and Maui no ka'io. I went to Borders to try and diversify my offerings (and expand my mind) but they didn't have much in the way of world-saving, revolution-starting publications. Not even the Sun or the New Internationalist. So I sat and read the BBC Focus on Africa and cursed the world for keeping me from my Fulbright letter. It's time to know the terrible truth: am I going to Ghana for 10 months or free come fall to follow my own devices?

Goodnight from the Valley Isle,
Kai