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Friday, June 21, 2019

World Traveller


Before every trip abroad, I like to dig around the closet for any left over foreign currency from countries we might be visiting. I was only able to turn up 17 Canadian Dollars today. Hardly worth finding, but maybe we’ll need it immediately after getting into the country, or something. Also in the closet, these silver beauties. They sure look like quarters. If memory serves, we were staying on the US side of Niagara Falls on New Year’s Eve a long, long time ago. It was really cold. Like 12 degrees cold. We walked across a bridge into Canada because there was supposed to be a New Year’s party that was bigger than Times Square. Except on the Canadian side it was negative 8 degrees, so everyone decided to stay home. We waited in a long line to get into the Niagara Casino and when we finally got to the front, I couldn’t find my driver’s license. They let me in anyway, but told me not to win any money because they probably wouldn’t let me keep it. I think you had to be 19 and I must have been 25 or 26. I didn’t win any money so it wasn’t a problem until we tried to get back into the US. There were no humans on the Canadian side. Only a turnstile that wanted quarters. The sign said it would take either US or Canadian, but my Canadian quarters were not working. After struggling with the thing for longer than I care to admit, we saw a change machine and got new quarters which did work. Walking across the bridge was uneventful. The Customs/Immigration man asked us where we were from, the practiced “USA” and not “America” got us through without any further questioning. The next morning, I found my driver’s license in my wallet and these two casino tokens in my pocket. They look just like quarters if you don’t know what Canadian money looks like and you’ve been drinking a little...

Monday, May 20, 2019

Things to do in Wailuku

124 stairs to the top, per Zooey
We first went to Iao Valley shortly after arriving permanently on Maui. If you have a Hawaiian driver’s license, the $5 parking fee is waived and it’s the top destination in Wailuku according to most guidebooks. (TripAdvisor currently lists it as #6, but I believe that includes things like “Eat at the Mill House”.) We spent 20 minutes climbing stairs, taking pictures of the Needle, walking the easy trails, and left kind of disappointed...probably because in New Zealand, there are hundreds of nicer parks, reserves, and hikes. Anyway, it feels like I haven’t been back in over a year and after all this time living in the Kihei desert, the greenery has grown on me.


Hopefully nobody noticed I was wearing a Run Iao 10k shirt

Sunday, April 07, 2019

Mystery Lizard

This gecko has been my Facebook profile picture off and on for the last 8 or 10 years. I took it somewhere on the Big Island of Hawaii in 2004 (during breakfast). These geckos kept coming over to the table, but didn’t eat anything I tried to feed them...which is surprising: my children call all green geckos “popsicle” because more than one fortunate lizard has followed them around waiting to lick up some delicious meltings. I’ve always wanted to return to this restaurant, but wondered if I’d be able to find it (and if it still exists).





Pretty Lady at the Greenwell Coffee Farm
Luckily, it’s a typically slow Saturday at work, so I was able to find my photos from this 2004 trip. I believe it was our first vacation with a digital camera...a relatively inexpensive Canon point and shoot, if memory serves. [Side note: either whatever preceded google photos had already been invented, or google has done a very good job of spying on me.]

My quick browse through the album turned up a photo of Nicole with a cup of coffee and what I’m guessing are coffee trees. And for some reason, I never forget a coffee farm or a winery.

Panned back a little.
From there, I searched for restaurants near the Greenwell Coffee Farm and discovered I’m not the only one taking pictures of geckos at breakfast. And it’s only 70 miles away.

Tuesday, April 02, 2019

Dear Friends, Family, and coworkers:


It is with mild sadness that I tender my resignation, effective immediately. Although I have enjoyed working here at Maui Memorial, the schedule is no longer fitting my life. I have been considering becoming a night shift pharmacist for some time, but because so many people in Hawaii enjoy having their days off to go surfing, it has been difficult finding such a position without relocating. As the family and I don’t wish to move to the Mainland, I started thinking of other career options. And the closest thing I could come up with was graveyard pharmacist. That’s right, due to a recent uptick in the number of teenagers who are abusing embalming fluid (and drugs used in the embalming process), there is suddenly a huge demand for graveyard pharmacists. Our current plan calls for a few months of stocking up on formaldehyde and phencyclidine with a goal of opening Lasko’s House of the Dead Pharmacy at the end of October. I hope none of you will need my services this year. 

Michael B. Lasko, Pharm.D.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

These are a few of my favourite things.

My children pretty much always want to go to the beach. Or sometimes they don't want to go to the beach, but they want to go to a swimming pool. And you would think that with all this beach time, they would be exquisite swimmers. Unfortunately, their favourite thing to do at the beach is dig bathtubs just above the water line. And they're both pretty timid in (and near) the water.


So I sat with pride from the comfort of my Tommy Bahama beach chair under my Tommy Bahama Umbrella as they slowly ventured deeper and deeper into the water.



Until finally, Zooey was just about swept away by a wave. It was a much longer run to the water than I would have guessed while filming through a zoom lens.





I know I always start posts off about how or why I'm not posting very often. Mostly it's the monotony of living on an Island where there are only like 5 things to do. How frequently does anyone want to read about a trip to the beach? But it being whale season and all, I thought the occasion might be blog worthy. Filming whales from a stand up paddle board is more than a little difficult. I should probably purchases a Go Pro, which I could mount on my head or the board, or something, but all I've got is an aging waterproof Sony. Now, whales are quite a bit bigger when viewed from a stand up paddle board, a fact I never seem to remember until I get too close to a whale and suddenly start worrying about being eaten or accidentally crushed. And that's when I dropped the camera and decided I'd be safer on the other side of mi amigo Joe.

Here are a couple more videos. One has a fluke and the other shows that Joe knows how to stand up on a paddle board, as apparently there is some concern that people in Wisconsin or Minnesota might think he can't...though I doubt anyone in Wisconsin or Minnesota is reading my blog.



Sunday, October 28, 2018

The Great Synagogues

Tempio Maggiore (Florence, Italy)
I'm sure I visited synagogues in Israel with security, but there are military, police, and guards everywhere in the country, so I probably didn't notice anything at an individual building. In Europe, however, it was a very different story. In Florence, there were armed guards (both inside and outside the bars), lockers, and a metal detector. I can't remember if there were x-rays...probably they just made us put everything in a locker before entering. All of this on a Tuesday morning.






The Great Synagogue (Sydney, Australia)
I had to steal this photo of the Great Synagogue of Sydney as we were there on a Friday night and I either didn't have bring a camera or I figured photographing an orthodox synagogue on a Friday night was bad form. Notice the bars. (Note that the much larger St. Mary's Cathedral on the other side of Hyde Park does not feel the need to erect a fence.) I remember seeing some flyers for a pro-Palestinian protest taped to lamp posts on the street in front. And I remember the security. There were two personnel; one was a twenty something girl...if either were armed, they were concealing. Still, this was the most difficult synagogue entry I've ever had to make...and we were travelling with a six month old Jancie. Here's an excerpt from someone else's visit to a synagogue in London, but the dialogue is pretty much the same.   

“Where are you going?”
“To synagogue.”
“Where are you from?”
I paused, because I’m never really sure of that answer any more. “New York. I work for New York University, I’m visiting.”
“Where do you go to synagogue?”
Again, I faltered. There were too many answers to that question. “Well, I’m originally from Seattle and there I went to Shevet Achim.”
“Who is your rabbi?”
In Seattle? New York? “Well, it’s complicated, but Rabbi Yehuda Sarna.”
“Ok, and do you keep Shabbat?”
“Yes”
“Do you have ID?” Trick question.
“No, but I emailed my passport copy to the shul on Thursday.”
“OK, and is there anything in your pockets?”
        Just my hands, I showed them. Convinced, they radioed inside and the doors opened. 

Dublin Jewish Progressive Congregation

Although it is by far the most recent foreign synagogue visit, my memory of the entrance is the least clear of these 3. It was Ireland, so there may have been some drinking either before or after. Unlike either Great Synagogue above, this one is somewhat hidden and in a residential area. I believe it is fenced, but this was open when we arrived for services. There may have been a member greeting people at the door. Unfortunately, we did not make it to a Belfast synagogue. 








Monday, October 15, 2018

The last time I tried blogging from my phone, there was an official google app. It didn’t work very well, but at least it existed. No more. Prior to the existence of smart phones, I vaguely remember sending posts via email that then magically appeared on my blog. Since I don’t want to go back to those dark ages, I’m giving the desktop version a try on my phone. My phone is very small.

Back to business: Here’s a short 24 minute video of our drive to (and from) Hana, if you’re bored. As you can see, it rained. A lot. I always expect rain when going to Hana, but it was excessive this time. When we eventually arrived at Wai’anapanapa State Park, we were rewarded with some not raining time to set up the tent and this ocean view (from the tent). It’s just about the best $13 you can spend on Maui ($19 for you Mainlanders).
A brief stroll from our campsite brought us to this little blowhole. This is what the Lasko girls look like when they’re listening to me and not trying to get as close to the hole as possible without falling to a watery death.







After a night of torrential rain, wel hiked a good half of the Pipiwai Trail; here’s  the family taking a Cheeto break. 










I’m ending this post here. Using desktop blogger on an iPhone is exceptionally difficult. Apologies if the photo alignment is off.

Monday, December 04, 2017

Shared Birthday

While I have the Pentax hooked up (yes, I have an obsolete camera that neither shoots video nor knows how to upload anything on wifi), I should post some birthday photos. Here are a few that came out reasonably well (at least to my untrained eye). Or if they came out badly, they captured the event well.


If I could find that Hana

Waimoku Falls
Digging through the Pentax, I remember I bought a tripod to try to photograph waterfalls. During numerous attempts (read: angry Nico staring at me and wondering when I'll be done), I realized I really need some better filters to shoot waterfalls.

I was no better at family portraits
The date on the pictures tells me that those were from a July trip to Hana when we were fortunate enough to stay at the Travaasa. Because we're not made of money, we recently went for a more budget experience at Wai'anapanapa State Park. It's pretty much the best $13 you can spend on Maui.
Didn't get a lot of help setting up this beauty

My goofy girls
One nice thing about camping right above Black Sand Beach is you are most likely going to be the first person on Black Sand Beach.
Black Sand Beach
One not so nice thing is that there is nobody there to rescue you in the often rough waters of Black Sand Beach. 

I didn't even have to ask her to wear the floats