Kailua-Kona: a year ago we were at the Kona Coffee Festival – Hawaii’s oldest food festival.

Twenty-two years ago in KONA, Hawaii, coffee industry insiders conducted the first blind tasting to judge Kona coffee as part of the Kona Coffee Cultural Festival. Twenty-two years later, Gevalia Kona Coffee Cupping Competition is recognized as the premier cupping for selecting the finest Kona coffee in the state. Learn first hand which distinctive characteristics define gourmet Kona coffee by a panel of cupping judges when the Gevalia Kona Coffee Cupping Competition makes its appearance Wednesday, November 11 and Thursday, November 12, 2009 at the Keauhou Beach Resort. The very place we’ve vacationed – twice in the last year.

Over 60 Kona coffee farmers enter their finest work for this competitive judging beginning with the preliminary round on Wednesday, November 11. Each Kona coffee farm submits a 75-pound parchment sample from which five pounds are actually entered. Every entry must conform to a very simple rule: each coffee bean in the sample must have been grown on the entrant’s farm, and the farm must have some commercial tie to the Kona coffee industry. All submitted coffee beans undergo identical milling to ensure the same consistency. Since 2001, Mountain Thunder has served as the official master miller.

The coffee samples, both green and roasted, are placed on a rectangular table for the judges to independently evaluate. Scores are based on four positive attributes—fragrance and aroma, taste, acidity and body—and three negative attributes—freshness, off flavors and defects. The best Kona coffees receive scores in the mid-range of a five-point system.

The top 15 Kona coffee entries advance from the first day’s preliminary round. The competition heats up on the second day, when the Kona coffee farm producing the winning gourmet flavor is revealed.

2009 Judging Panel

Dave Holfve, Master Taster, Gevalia Kaffe

Previously he served as the apprentice to Willy Pettersson, long-time Gevalia cupping judge who retired this year. David participated in his first Kona cupping competition in 2008. Holfve says he has the best job at Gevalia. He tastes 150 to 200 cups of coffee daily at their headquarters in Sweden. Dave must approve every lot of coffee before its shipped. When he first started the job, he had a hard time falling asleep. But that’s about the only downside to being Gevalia’s newest Master Taster.

Sherri Johns, WholeCup Coffee Consulting, LLC

Sherri Johns, industry coffee specialist and retail consultant, is one of only a few that bridge the gap between producers and consumers of specialty coffee. John is president of WholeCup Coffee Consulting, LLC a firm that specializes in global professional coffee and barista education, developing and expanding cafe, roaster and coffee retail concepts and locations and producer of the international event “Iron Chef of Coffee” the Ultimate Barista Challenge. Sherri began in the specialty coffee business in 1976 as a barista. Within three years she was awarded “Champion Barista” in one of the earliest Barista Championships. Sherri is an astute cupper, recognized as Head Judge in the esteemed program Cup of Excellence since 2002.

John King, Harold L. King & Company, California

This third generation coffee importer of green coffees from around the world has been in the coffee business for over 20 years. King’s family operates Harold L. King & Co., one of the oldest, largest and most respected coffee importing companies in the nation. John has acquired a unique knowledge of all facets of the coffee trade and has cupped thousands of coffees from around the world.

Complimenting the Gevalia Kona Coffee Cupping Competition, guests can peruse the extensive collection of coffee inspired works at the Gevalia Kona Coffee Art Exhibit. Visitors can view and purchase coffee artwork produced by local artists. The public is invited to vote for their favorite Kona coffee artist in a People’s Choice Award presentation.

The Kona Coffee Cultural Festival is supported by Hawaii Tourism Authority; County of Hawaii Department of Research and Development; Ueshima Coffee (UCC Hawaii) Corp.; Gevalia Kaffe; Kamehameha Schools; Keauhou Resort; KTA Super Stores; Hawaii Community Federal Credit Union and numerous corporate and community donors.

Gevalia Kona Coffee Cupping Competition

First Place Winners

2008 – Hoshide Farms
2007 – Kona Old Style/Kuaiwi Farm
2006 – Pearl Estate Organics
2005 – Rancho Aloha
2004 – Lafayette Coffee
2003 – Kona Coffee & Tea Company
2002 – Koa Coffee Plantation
2001 – Wood Captain Cook Estate
2000 – The Other Farm
1999 – Dragon Roast Coffee
1998 – Brockston Gate Estate
1997 – Terry Fitzgerald Estate
1996 – Keokea Kona Farm
1995 – Kona Kulana Farms
1994 – Perry Estate Farms
1993 – Keopu Mauka Lani Plantation
1992 – Kona Kulana Farms
1991 – Wailapa Farms
1990 – Island Girl Coffee
1989 – Wailapa Farms
1988 – Faye Takashiba
1987 – Tojiro Motoki

To learn more visit:  www.konacoffeefest.com

Hawaiian-style tattoo for the back. Interesting design and large enough to define the image, the message and the meaning.

As we work on the designs for my other half-sleeve, back and left leg, I’ve begun the process of capturing imagery and examples to guide the creation of a better looking back piece. The image herein (in outline form – the second step in the tattooing process) provides a lot of input for those seeking to do the same.

The broader design depicts several distinct tattoos or images which pulls together the distinct message. When considering back pieces, the integration with sleeves, lower back tattoos and/or neck imagery is important … if your intent is creative integration. I’ve noted that most folks are not interested in overall tattoo integration and design fit. They are instead interested in unique tattoos as stand alone pieces of art. Even fewer people attempt to create unique tattoos but assemble them in a manner which feels integrated. I firmly believe a plan of design helps when crafting an inked body.

Moanalua Gardens at the edge of Honolulu is just one of the numerous fine parks, gardens and estates that are found throughout the Paradise Isles.

Pacific Blue: an ocean just far enough away that it requires some advance planning to navigate.

“No man or woman is an island. To exist just for yourself is meaningless. You can achieve the most satisfaction when you feel related to some greater purpose in life, something greater than yourself.”

Denis Waitley

Hawaiian-styled tattoos: black sometimes goes gray. A note about healing.

Many people love all-black tattoos and the vast amount of coverage by a black ink. Interestingly (as noted herein) the tattoo when fresh is very black. However, as the tattoo heals, it will often times turn a strong shade of gray as it peels and scars then back to black. It’s very important during this transitional phase to apply moisture (ask your artist for recommendations) that includes vitamin E. The inclusion of vitamin E helps in the healing process.

Post Halloween photos of scary clowns gone wrong.

Hawaiian tattoo half-sleeve to join the club.

Two years ago I made a conscious decision to study the art of inking (the body). I’ve spent countless hours researching topic via the web, text and journals within the UTK library, and the databases of UTK’s online library system. Throughout my journey I’ve shared countless images and stories about the world of tattooing. Today, my website is visited by more than 10,000 surfers each week.

Standing on the sidelines I studied the art form and learned how to dissect the good, bad and ugly. If you take time out to review my website you’ll find some beautiful tattoos … but you’ll find many tattoos gone wrong. As my personal appreciation of the good stuff grew, I studied the work of well-known artists (living and deceased). Throughout the journey I envisioned becoming a kindred member of the 5000+ year-old tattoo club, and the probability or eventuality of being inked.

Tattooing of the body dates to at least 3300 B.C. as evident from the markings on “Otzi the Iceman.” Tattoos found on Egyptian and Nubian mummies date to 2000 B.C.; classical authors mention the use the use of tattoos in connection with Greeks, ancient Germans, Thracians, and ancient Britons. The same can be said of tattoos within the Oceania region, but history is not preserved in a written context to verify its origins there. Many researchers believe Oceania inhabitants considered tattooing an ancient custom to mark taboos and/or to embody magic in the person adorning the ink.

James Cook, an accomplished cartographer (who mapped the Hawaiian Islands), and his colleague, Joseph Banks (a botanist) gathered first-hand observational data from their voyages within the Oceania region. They were tasked with observing the people, animals and plants they encountered in the region. Cook and Banks clearly understood the process of inserting blue dye under the skin because they witnessed many an islander being inked via pointed bones and simple tapping devices made of wood.

Until Cook and Banks “observed” the process, descriptions of the process were awkwardly described and typically without accuracy. Joseph Banks is the credited inventor of the word “tattoo” derived from the Tahitian word ‘tatau.’ According to Maarten Hesselt van Dinter in his book, The World of Tattoo, “tattooing gained its identity as a distinct art form with the invention of the word.” I firmly believe observational data can provide anyone … including all those who fearful of tattoos … with sufficient information to embrace the art form.

Tattoos abound among my cycling buddies – many of whom sport numerous watermarks and full-sized tats. When you ride, train and race with the same group of guys, most of the conversation centers on family, professions, travels, and on occasion, tattoos.  When asked about a tattoo, each and every conversation ended with the same advice (about getting inked): “create a design that you can live with for a lifetime and/or make damn sure the artist is just that  — an artist.”

An attorney friend (with more than 10 tattoos) led me to person he trusts – an artist with an established reputation and full command of the iron. The artist who inked him – and now me – is Dale Johnson, owner of Mythical Markings located in Knoxville, Tennessee.  Johnson is a gifted artist who produces tattoos that are highly creative and tight. The art deck on Mythical Markings website will give you a brief overview of his creativity.

In September I stopped by to introduce myself and talk about getting inked. Naturally my white shirt, tie and pressed pants seemed odd. Dale actually backed up – thinking I was either a salesman or a lawyer. He relaxed when I said, “Josh sent me.” We sat and reviewed my reference material and talked about creating a unique and custom design.  Throughout our conversations we discussed each creative element or component, and the intended meaning(s) to be conveyed through the design. The final design that we agreed upon resulted in the creation of original artwork reflective of my input and my interests.

Herein are the photos of my tattoo outlined after our first session. This was the first step in the process of creating Koali`i – in outline form. While sitting in the chair Dale asked me to describe the pain. Curiously I answered with … “it feels like a scalpel is dragging across my skin with a sharp pin repeatedly paving the way for the blade.” He told me that answering the question while in the chair would help me remember. Surely it did.

Two weeks after the outline was inked in and completed, I revisited Mythical Markings for an extension to the original tattoo design. We added five crucifixes to the top, and Dale completed the fill-in work at the top of the half-sleeve and face of Koali`i. Once again, Dale asked me about the pain and I provided an entirely different answer. “The fill-in work is easier to take when you give in but it’s difficult to let go and accept the pain.” One spot hurt much more than any other (including the back side of my arm). For some reason the scarred skin of my smallpox shot was super-sensitive and alarmingly painful when inked.

For most of the 3.5 hours I didn’t give into the pain – in other words my arm was tense as I resisted the iron. There were minutes when I gave into the pain, but for the most part I fought it. This proved to be a mistake because for the next four days the muscles in my left arm were extremely sore. I learned something, and it applies to life itself: when pain comes (and it surely will) – give into it. Allow it to exist – don’t fight it.  As HRH the Dalai Lama once said, “pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.”

Herein are the images from my second sitting at Mythical Markings:

Another week passed and the calendar turned to October 31st – the final sitting for my first half-sleeve. We booked four hours for the fill-in work to make sure we were able to complete the half-sleeve. I was much more conversational during this session than in the previous two. Relaxing and giving into the pain helped tremendously. The mental process is actually very simple: separate your mind from your body and allow it to happen. While the needle was moving across my skin I accepted the pain and relaxed.

The needle isn’t “angry” nor is the artist applying the ink. The needle has no feelings – it is merely in a position to work at the command of the artist.  The ink session was clearly the most painful of all three sittings (because of such a huge area being filled), but I was much more relaxed.

Finding a tattoo artist – some simple advice: Although tattooing isn’t heart survey, you’d best locate an artist whose life is committed to the profession. In other words, find a “Dale Johnson.” And if you can’t find one in your part of the world, then fly your happy ass to Knoxville, Tennessee. I highly suggest that you call ahead, talk with Brooke and secure an appointment. Dale is booked almost everyday.

Ok then. When I say, “inketh oneth” it officially applies to me.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

Saddle Road, Hawaii offers up a life quote: Life is full of ups and downs. The trick is to enjoy the ups and have courage during the downs.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

The least movement is of importance to all nature. The entire ocean is affected by a pebble.

The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it.

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.

Where flowers bloom so does hope.

What is human life? The first third a good time; the rest remembering about it.

Tattoos gone wrong: illegal aliens are missing.

Tattoos gone wrong. It’s way over my head.

Tattoos gone wrong: Star Wars was great, but not body-great.

Tattoos gone wrong: way Simpson-wrong

Tattoos gone wrong: how did this happen?

Tattoos gone wrong: what can you say.

Tattoos and strategic placement: best have a plan.

Tattoos or watermarks? Best have a plan as there is only so much skin.

Tattoos gone way wrong: spell checkers are needed.

Tattoos gone wrong: select a better brand. How about Target?! Then you’ll have a bullseye on your body!

Tattoos gone wrong: now is this real?

Tattoos one wrong: tramp stampage.

Tattoos gone wrong: way wrong on the brain.

Tattoos gone wrong! Don’t run with scissors nor ink them on your body. Huh?

Tattoos gone wrong. When branding yourself, consider your own mark rather than a fastfood giant.

There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them. When changing refer to form 39.

FullAccess, Student Summit for Career Exploration: Bethesda, Maryland, October 3-4, 2009.

All across America folks were waking up to the smell of coffee -  college football gameday, crisp air and the thought of “no work.”

As I awoke from my comfy bed at the Hyatt Regency in Bethesda, Maryland, all I thought about was how the FullAccess-Maryland Summit would unfold. Little did I know that more than 60 college students with disabilities were about to truly engage with everyone they met – with or without the help of interpreters. In the initial keynote session, we were jolted with encouragement and then challenged to go further by two of most visible people in the DC disability landscape: Kareem Dale and Judy Heumann.

Judy was the first keynote presenter. Naturally she led with her life’s story – and it is such a powerful story. I’m certain the students (as I did) found it to be emotionally moving and uplifting. Judy’s life journey left everyone feeling more empowered. As a bit of background, Judy  served in the Clinton Administration as Assistant Secretary of the Office of Special Education and Rehabilitation Services at the US Department of Education from 1993 to 2001. From 2002 to 2006 she served as the World Bank Group’s first Advisor on Disability and Development.  She is currently the Director of the Department of Disability Services for the District of Columbia. It was interesting to watch the energy between this very visible and powerful woman and the students in the room. Questions were aplenty after she wrapped up — and there were many students talking with her after the morning session.

Kareem Dale followed Judy … wishing that he had been first (her story is so powerful). Dale is founder and chief executive officer of The Dale Law Group (DLG) in Chicago, and served as the Obama campaign’s Disability Vote Director. Dale is a native Chicagoan and received his bachelor’s degree in Advertising from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. He graduated Cum Laude with a law degree and an MBA from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign in May, 1999. Dale now serves as special assistant to the president for disability policy.

Mr. Dale, who is partly blind, read from a prepared Braille speech that was very eloquent and thoroughly motivating. He spoke to everyone in the room – not just those with disabilities. In his speech at the COSD, FullAccess Summit in Bethesda, Maryland he shared his views of going further in a world of change. When summing up his thoughts he asked if there were questions from the students … and 20 hands were raised. Naturally this set off a series of movements from interpreters in the room to assist those that needed help in conveying their question(s) properly. The whole process was – well – powerful.

While the college football gameday unfolded, I was snapping images of what I saw, what I felt and the certainly the interaction of some very bright collge students. Herein are some images of the day. Enjoy.

Travels to Washington, DC via Chicago, and Metro; it started with a car.

The trip began in the car, then moved to a plane and ended via a train (Metro) to Bethesda, Maryland. The whole concept of traveling in something other than a automobile is interesting. I’m flown a lot in my lifetime but the train experience has been limited to a few Eurorail segments years ago. Metro, on the otherhand, is kewl.

Back in the 80’s I was in DC every month. My client, Providence Hospital, required monthly huddle sessions to cover their marketing program. Knowing what I now know I would have traveled via Metro. Years ago I rented a car, struggled to find parking and was usually frustrated with traffic. I’m convinced that I might have moved to DC had I really studied the landscape. Go figure.

I did notice (on the Yellow and Red lines) LOTS of ad/posters about assault vehicles, military aircraft, tanks, etc.  It’s an intercept point for those who work nearby. The messages about eating were everywhere as well. Makes sense to me.

For now I’ll get back to my photo-journalism work here in DC. Peace.

Hawaii, October 1902 – just a 107 years ago. The sun still shines, the beaches are lovely and the Pacific is just ahhh.

Hawaii – 1943: vintage year for sun, surf and sand. Even in black & white, the beauty, sounds and smells perk up the week.

Hawaiian tattoos: inked and enjoyed

Over the last year I’ve worked diligently to capture images that are representative of the very best in Hawaiian tattoo design – or Polynesian tattoo design. It’s been fun – and my website has taken on a global life of its own. My weekly unique visits now total more than 10,000; my best day was yesterday with 1,974 unique visitors. Ergo, there are a lot of folks who are very interested in searching for and finding tattoo art, reference material and images to “ponder” … what if?

Remember, when you find a design you like – project yourself into the future some 10 years and imagine if you’ll feel the same way … or will it be a yesteryear dream long past. Think about it.

For now – ink oneth.

Hawai’i nei: plumeria is still my favorite smell – and it’s with me everyday.

The photo herein probably appeared in my website somewhere back in the last few months, but it’s so vibrant that I wanted to share it again. Funny how WordPress isn’t allowing us the bandwidth to showcase images at the resolution we prefer. None the less, you can almost smell the sweet flower and the ocean spray in the background. If you can’t – then you need to figure out why!

Aloha.

Monday-Monday-Monday: the news is getting better but our economy still has some issues. Fox and Friends gave us the following report (see visual):

Sunday-Sunday-Sunday: a day of rest, a day to reflect and certainly a day to ask for guidance in this lifetime.

The Foothills Parkway is a retreat of sorts. I have the opportunity to be on “high” ground and it feels closer to the heavens above – in some small way. Certainly I enjoy the views and the ability to get away from the rest of the world around me.

This Sunday, my trek across the Foothills was just beautiful, but a little loud. Well, sorta-kinda. While asking the Big Guy and the powers-at-be for some assistance, motorcycles passed me en masse. Literally. I experienced more than 140 to the top of the Parkway and another 120 coming back down. Whoa. I suspect the wet Saturday created a ton of pent up energy to “ride.” And rideth they dideth. Ok then. Sunday was grand. Except that I had to work – and that wasn’t very much fun. I did ride – and that was fun. Nothing else to add.
Ride oneth.

Foothills Parkway: why I ride, September 26th, 2009.

Over the last four months I’ve ridden the Foothills Parkway more than 45 times; many of which were from Highway 321 to Highway 129 and back. It’s become a ritual for me on Tuesday and then again on Saturday and Sunday. During the summer months I managed a few weeks where I rode the Parkway four times in a week. Someone asked me recently, “are you bored with that route?” My answer, “not at all.”

Actually it’s very relaxing and different each time. There are no mail boxes, dogs, stores, or houses to mark the route. Other than the pull-off areas along the way (overlooks), the route is tree-lined and quiet. Well, most of the time.

Saturday’s rain was a soaker. I left at 8:25 and by 9:40 I was at the top headed toward 129. On the way down I noticed rain clouds and rain showers in the eastern valley. Eventually the showers poured and I was soaked. The water in my shoes was coming out on the sides! I’ve learned to deal with the rain – and riding on one inch wide tires at 35mph (downhill) in the rain. While I was prepared with a plastic baggie for the iPod –  the heartrate monitor didn’t like the excessive mositure. Today’s image was taken from the waterproof (!) Pentax looking toward Townsend.

Ride oneth.

Kim Jong-il: grade-A ’something.’ With fear of death, everyone follows him closely.

Since Kjil is always looking at his country with eagle eyes, it seem that (maybe) the U.S. and China should cooperate to encourage North Korea to adopt economic reform. The most effective way to make North Korea more responsive would be to initiate a free trade agreement between South Korea and China. If so, such an FTA would represent a big shock and by extension a stimulant for North Korea. Obviously, China will never allow North Korea to become an American-led democracy, but will welcome KjIl if he reforms his country along lines acceptable to China. IF and WHEN that happens  – let me know.

I do believe this — South Korea, the U.S., China and Japan had best create a cooperative unified strategy for the post-Kim Jong-Il era … cause it’s coming. Most of us who are reading the back-story on Kjil recognize that when he passes there are likley two competing survival scenarios: 1)  adapt to a Chinese-style capitalist economy,  and 2) remain mired in Kim-style socialism. I vote for door #3 > give the people some protein, the children of North Korea the clothing and medical attention they deserve along with free iPods for anyone under 30, and cell phones for everyone over 18. Oh … and give the entire country access to the Internet so they can play catchup with the rest of the world. Nuf said.

Weigel’s 8th Annual Golf Tournament, September 24th, 2009: Proceeds to help fund the Weigel’s Family Christmas event.

Somewhere around mid-December (this year it’s on December 12th) visions of sugar plums turn into reality for 175 area underprivileged children as they are treated to a day of shopping, lunch, and a party with Santa. The magic begins with 175 children and volunteer chaperones boarding buses to be whisked away to K Mart on Broadway. Each child goes shopping for gifts of their choosing. Following the shopping spree, the children and chaperones are bused back to the Salvation Army Headquarters to enjoy lunch and a party in a festive atmosphere provided by vendors and sponsors of the Weigel’s Family Christmas. Before their special day concludes, Santa arrives to everyone’s delight. The Weigel’s Family Christmas is funded by both Weigel’s Convenience Stores and the proceeds from the annual golf outing.

I was a “worker” and photographer at this year’s event that hosted more that 140 golfers at River Island Golf Course. I’ve enclosed a few pictures herein from my day on the course. The overall event was a tremendous success – bolstered by sunshine, smiling support staff, lots of food and the contributions of many, many partners of Weigel’s. At the end of the day I was reminded that the event is all about the kids.

Hawai’i: reason enough to take a mental vacation. Every hour.

Truth is such a rare thing, it is delighted to tell it.

Enough of the enough. Nuf said.

`Uo `ia i ka manai ho`okahi. Right. Her face seems to tell the real tale.

Hilo, Hawai’i: an indomitable spirit that is vibrant and rich in history.

Hilo: the air you breathe may be mixed with traces of volcanic ash, snow falling on Mauna Kea and salt spray from the sea. Mostly, it rains, fueling gushing waterfalls and watering exotic flowers that bloom in formal botanical gardens and at farmers markets. One of the wettest towns in the United States, Hilo’s average rainfall is about 128 inches a year. Gortex is the city’s official fabric.

Hilo, with a population 40,759, is Hawai’i Island’s seat of government and the site of the University of Hawaii’s Hilo branch. Yes, I’m there this semester. ‘Imiloa Astronomy Center and the annual Merrie Monarch Festival are major visitor attractions; I’ve not yet enjoyed either of these.

Hilo is blessed with an indomitable spirit. After the 1946 and 1960 tsunamis wiped out much of the bustling waterfront town, the center of government and commercial life shifted, leaving the town in disrepair.  Today the city of Hilo retains the aura of a Pacific trading port and is committed to the continued revitalization of the city center. At the same time, the community is dedicated to the preservation of its historic character.

I’ve attached a photo of the Hilo Hotel (1950’s) – reminding all of us who love Hawai’i that it’s a blessed place to visit or live. Aloha.

Kim Jong-il has something to say: de-nuke?

North Korean leader Kim Jong-il declared Friday that the country will maintain the goal of de-nuclearization and work to preserve peace and stability on the Korean Peninsula. Kjil also said North Korea wants to “solve related problems through bilateral and multilateral dialogue.” China’s state-run Xinhua News Agency reported this as Kjil’s response to a letter he received from Chinese President Hu Jintao during a meeting with State Councilor Dai Bingguo, who is visiting North Korea as a special envoy for Hu.

Analysts interpreted Kim’s indication of his intent to return to the six-party talks as a method of simultaneously addressing pressure from both China and the U.S. The analysts believe that North Korea is giving priority consideration to China’s role as the chair nation for the six-party talks that has consistently called for North Korea’s return.  At the same time, Kjil is expressing NK’s plan to resolve the issue of its return to the talks as a factor potentially limiting the breadth and depth of its upcoming bilateral dialogue with the U.S.

This feels complicated. The fact is, no-nukes is no-nukes. Kjil, you need to learn a new tact in life: chillaxing.

Hawaiian beer: Primo-style

Primo means the best … primo waves (best waves), primo hoaloha  (best friend), primo ‘ono (the best ono fish). It’s also the name of a beer that’s been around since 1897.

Primo is Hawai’i’s original beer and has been a part of the Islands ever since. Well, it took a break from production and rested for a while, but Primo has returned to the Islands.

I snagged a Primo ad from long ago – when Ka Primo Beer was tasty, like a fine mist from the ocean. It still is today. Aloha.

Hawaiian map: details of the Pacific Jewel

Hawai’i in English; Hawaiian > Mokuʻāina o Hawaiʻi .. which is the 50th state, and is the only state made up entirely of islands. It is located on an archipelago in the central Pacific Ocean, southwest of the continental United States, southeast of Japan, and northeast of Australia. The state was admitted to the Union on August 21, 1959. Its capital is Honolulu on the island of Oʻahu. The most recent census estimate puts the state’s population at 1,283,388.

The state encompasses nearly the entire volcanic Hawaiian Island chain, which comprises hundreds of islands spread over 1,500 miles (2,400 km). At the southeastern end of the archipelago, the eight “main islands” are (from the northwest to southeast) Niʻihau, Kauaʻi, Oʻahu, Molokaʻi, Lānaʻi, Kahoʻolawe, Maui, and Hawaiʻi. The last is by far the largest, and is often called the “Big Island” or “Big Isle” to avoid confusion with the state as a whole. This archipelago is physiographically and ethnologically part of the Polynesian subregion of Oceania, i.e., it’s way outeth in the middle of the Pacific. Aloha.

Rhonda Vincent and the Rage, Augusta, Georgia.

Fourth row, reserved seats, cold beverages and a great view of Rhonda Vincent and her “rage.” What a show. The “Bluegrass Queen” Rhonda Vincent & The Rage, opened the 2009 Westobou Arts Festival last night at the Imperial Theater in Augusta, Georgia. Presented by the Morris Museum of Art and the Greater Augusta Arts Council, the show was fabulous. Had I known that cameras were allowed, I would have brought the 70/200 f/2.8 to capture some great images. Flash was not allowed and thus the few shots I did snap feel blown out. None the less, the concert was fantastic > small venue, not overly crowded, easy access, beverages allowed, easy to relax and acoustically ’sound.’ I shall purchase some new music this weekend. Bluegrass oneth.

Hawaiian tattoos that convey “Hawai’i nei.”

Hawaiian tattoos that say, “Hawai’i nei.”

Hawaiian friend: hoaloha – the Pacific seems to be one of those.

I generally avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it. Mae West

Hawaiian Tattoos: double Honu – nice pattern and detail

Time is a great teacher.

University of Hawai’i, Hilo: enrollment is up. I impacted it by one.

Many colleges and universities experienced decreases in enrollment this fall.  At UTK for example, enrollment is down 400 students. Although, I’m enrolled in a Masters in Education program, my single student status had little impact.  At UH (University of Hawai’i), Hilo, enrollment gained 210 students, or 5.5 percent over the previous year.

Although I’m one of those enrolled (online) taking Hawaiian studies (first year Hawaiian), my single student status had little impact. For UH, this year’s boost extends a steady, upward period of growth dating back to 1998. Interestingly I just learned that a mere 7,500 (est) people are learning to speak Hawaiian worldwide. On that front, my single student status has and does make a difference. Whoa! Can you imagine – an estimated 7,500. Even though the UH experience is much more intense and certainly much more difficult, it’s a lot more rewarding.

I’m enjoying the pünana leo (language nest). Aloha.

Hawaii: even in black and white the color is inviting

Tattoos gone wrong: is this just a mistake or what?

Kim Jong-il: clap along with me now ….

American President McKinley – signed the annexation of Hawai’i

If there is a Paul Harvey ending then I learned of it today: President McKinley annexed Hawai’i because of the growing presence of Japanese in the Hawaiian Islands. He and his military leaders knew the inevitable and were prepared to do the very thing that Japan (if it had its way) would have done: stake claim to the Islands. Now then. I’ll rest a bit easier tonight – still believing in Hawaiian sovereignty. Aloha

Ahiahi ahi, Hawaiian-style.

Hawaiian sunset: Auë ka nani

Hawaiian hula – communicating with the hands

The missionaries, early in their labors of teaching and preaching, attempted to stamp out the hula, which they found most objectionable. In 1830, Kuhina-nui Ka’ahumana, by then a convert to Christianity forbade public hula performances. The fun-loving young Kamehameha III, after Ka’ahumanu’s death, relaxed this edict and other strict practices. But by 1835 he followed the wishes of his missionary advisors and again barred the hula.

During these years knowledgeable elders in the country districts, away from the mission stations, taught the hula. People of influence in these areas invited the dancers into their homes to entertain. In this way the hula traditions were kept alive.

Kalakaua is credited with the revival of the hula, the recitation of the mele hula, and the use of the instruments associated with the dance. These performances were a colorful part of the entertainment at his court and at his coronation in 1993. Again at the King’s 50th birthday jubilee in 1886, he was honored with many public performances of the hula. These dances revived at Kalakaua’s time and those remembered from still earlier days are called today the hula kahiko – the ancient dances.

Lake Tahoe Cruz: me at the helm

The 50 ft. Santa Cruz class “Tahoe Cruz” is new to the North Shore of Lake Tahoe. The cabin down below was complete with a galley, marine head and changing berth. Top deck, the Tahoe Cruz’s 12 foot beam and comfortable seating accommodates up to 25 people … and we had 25 folks enjoying the excursion. Sponsored by a great company, the sunset ‘cruz’ was a wonderful diversion from our meetings at the end of the day. Herein you’ll find me at the helm. I was permitted to sail her for a while – and even the captain was impressed with my knowledge and abilities. From this two hour experience I see a boat (smaller!) in my future.

Sure, we were in California/Nevada, but with a sunset on such blue water it felt like the Pacific. Aloha.

Lake Tahoe: sunset image from the water

Lake Tahoe, Nevada: beautiful, blue and deep.

Martis Peak: looking toward Lake Tahoe

Although the mountain itself is not an impressive sight, the views from the summit are among the most spectacular of all the Tahoe Peaks, encompassing a broad swath of mountains from distant Lassen Peak to the North, nearby Castle Peak to the northwest, the peaks surrounding Lake Tahoe, and Round Top to the south. The peak offers superb views of South Lake Tahoe and the Truckee area immediately below. Although the peak can be easily hiked in a half day, we took most of the day. Long story but fun none the less. Enjoy the photos.

Hawai’i and the beauty of hula.

There are many styles of hula because it is a major form of communication and celebration throughout the Pacific. Typically, hula ‘varities’ are commonly divided into two broad categories:

Ancient hula, as performed before Western encounters with Hawaiʻi. The Hawaiian word is  kahiko (ka he koo). It is accompanied by chant and traditional instruments.

Hula as it evolved under Western influence, in the 19th and 20th centuries, is called ʻauana (ah~ou ahna). It is accompanied by song and Western-influenced musical instruments such as the guitar, the ʻukulele, and the double bass.

Hula, ‘watch the hands’ because those communicate so very much. Aloha.

Tattoos gone wrong: all eyes on what?

Tattoos gone wrong – mo’ money is what this “dud” needs

Tattoos gone wrong – so bad this hurts.

Tattoos gone way wrong: must be the glasses!

Hawaiian sunset: aloha.

Hawai’i: Green Sand Beach and Cinder Cone

Drive to South Point on the Big Island and get ready for a hike – or just take your 4×4 (as we did) to access Green Sand Beach. If you hike, sturdy shoes and plenty of water are essential to making the trek worthy of your day. The trail is approximately two and a half miles long (one way). As you near the Green Sand Beach, you’ll get your first look at the remnants of a cinder cone which is the source of the green sand. Visible just above the rim is a glimpse of the olivines being washed down the slope.

The cinder cone is mostly eroded, only a fragment remains. The rapid erosion rate provides a contsant source of olivines for the beach sand. High wave energy of the beach washes the other grain types out to sea, however it also eventually wash away the olivines. Only the rapid erosion rate of the cinder cone keeps the beach supplied with its green sand. Eventually the last of the cinder cone will be completely eroded and the beach will look like any other.

For me this was a highlight of my second visit to the Big Island of Hawai’i. I’m certain to return … hopefully on a more permanent basis. Aloha.

Tattoos gone way wrong: spellin’ iz mportant!

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die. Or when you allow the ink-artist to forget his spell checker. Write oneth.

Hawaiian tattoo: honu – translates to turtle.

They lived through the age of the dinosaurs. They survived the earth’s age of ice. Sea turtles, the true ancients of the world, have been swimming the oceans for over 200 million years. Today, six out of the seven species are either endangered and on the verge of extinction, or threatened to become endangered under the U.S. Endangered Species Act. Visit turtles.org to learn more. If you want to see more tattoos within my site, click the tag cloud, Tattoos. Aloha.

Kim Jong-il has a little-man’s complex. I’m sure he’s envious.

For the LGE’s birthday we avoided killing chicken but landed salmon, tuna and crab. No photos. This is a PG blog site.

Tattoos gone way wrong. If mine goes this wrong, I’m asking for a do-over.

Hello Kitty arrested for attempted solicitation. Free on bond. Watch out for Dog the Bounty Hunter. Bark beats meow everyday.

Tattoo ready beer belly: why I ride.

This is exactly why I ride. Sure, I give up free time to prepare, organize and then actually ride. But the moment I begin sweating, well, that’s the moment I know why I’m riding: to burn calories and extinguish as many toxins as possible in a short period of time. The way I see it, the more I ride the more likely I am to stay healthy and the more likely my stomach will stay a bit smaller than the fellow pictured herein. His fatter than fat belly would make for some great tattooing … Mickey D’s, Wendy’s, Ben & Jerry’s (by the gallon), etc.

“Ride oneth I say!”

Tattoos at family gatherings. Not what they used to be. Huh?

How many of these folks have tats? I’m not sure, but if the fellow on the toilet doesn’t, I’d be very surprised. I bet granny has a couple as well. Heck, the kids are destined for ink jobs at some point. Enough for now, at least the seat is down.

Kim Jong-il crushes the soul of North Korea

There is no in or out in North Korea. “Lost” would be a better word to describe the people under the crushing ruler, Kim Jong-il.

Interestingly, the DPRK (Democratic People’s Republic of Korea) isn’t interested in what the rest of the world thinks. Kim Jong-il doesn’t care about the people of his country. With his rounded belly (which is atypical of the starved children, women and men of DPRK), people are given little opportunity to make sufficient money to buy what little food rations are available. Naturally his people are allowed no fruits nor meat – they are given vegetables and rice.

Computers, cell phone, internet access, cable, etc. are Kapu (Hawaiian for the Jong-il word: forbidden!). With just three TV channels there is little entertainment. Cameras are not allowed and certainly digital cameras – which would make the process of smuggling images outside the country super easy. City streets are bare at night and the lights are turned off at 9PM. The people under Kim Jong-il’s Gucci-laced shoes are soulless and crushed.

The day will come very soon when the leader (real or imposter) is deposed and hopefully the “sun” coming behind him will give the people something they deserve: a free look at the outside world. In all of the turmoil, I pity China the most – because when DPRK eventually opens its borders China will be the first place to land.

When I see an image of Kjil, I see darkness. Nothing but darkness.

Michael Jackson gone wrong tattoo. Creepy.

Tattoos gone wrong: monkey butt plug. Phew!

Tattoos gone wrong. So wrong it hurts your eyes.

Tuesday’s message of the day: a real reason to turn around and go home. I didn’t, so yes the gossip-spreaders were annoying. Period.

Honu flying over Big Island: could be a UFH?

Shark Week: the tattoo that honors Mano.

BBQ of filet, chicken and flank steak.

I bought this Brinkmann Longhorn Smoker Grill constructed of fully welded, 1/4 inch thick steel and heavy-duty hinged lids from Lowe’s about seven years ago. It’s got recessed lids to give an airtight fit – which keeps the heat and smoke inside. On the left of the firebox it has an adjustable air vent and on the right a smokestack damper that in combination allow me to regulate heat and smoke. What I really enjoy is the large firebox for longer cooking times that converts easily to a grill for cooking smaller meals.

This unit retailed at $1,700 and is no longer available. I’m thankful for my personal version (serial # 35282). I just finished smoking (then BBQ’ing) three pounds of filet, three chicken breasts and a large flank steak. These smoked selections will be enjoyed all week long. Smoke oneth.

Tattoos: defining those who love definition.

The world is divided into two
kinds of people:
those who have tattoos,
and those who are afraid
of people with tattoos.

Facial tattoos along nose and lips: ouch! There must be another way.

I’ll do my dreaming with my eyes wide open, and I’ll do my looking back with my eyes closed.

Sponge Bob Square Pants meets Hello Kitty: Meow.

Missy Moo’s b-day was – well – today. And here is the pictorial of our activities. Grilled, spiced chicken, fruity drinks, bacon wrapped artichoke hearts, asparagus, cheese toast, salad, etc. Great company and the birthday girl eatin’ her key lime cheese cake (that she co-made with mom). Yummmmm. Good times for everyone including me, LGE, Sponge Bob Square Pants and Hello Kitty. Oh – and slicky-slick. Now “I’m nine. Next year I’m in the double digits. Soon thereafter I need a blue Z06 Vette with pink stripes.”

That can be arranged. Yes. Rock oneth.

Tattoos: Think before you ink.

Childhood smells of perfume, flowers and brownies.

The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time.

The time to relax is when you don’t have time for it.

2009 STS Marketing College: professor night out and the aftermath of ‘clubbin’ local Dahlonega-style.

STS Marketing College 2009: full day and even richer evening.

The 2009 STS Marketing College was a success on so many fronts. For me it was a terrific but exhausting experience. After teaching for 5 hours (in one day) I was literally exhausted. When the day ended I had no idea why I couldn’t talk nor sleep.

As I began to pack up my computer (after sesson one), along with my cameras and my equipment I thought briefly about my students (all 100+ or so of them) and how they viewed me after two.five hours of interaction. I didn’t have much time to reflect because after the class ended many of them came up to me and thanked me … most saying it was great to hear from a person working real-time in the industry. A friend of mine told me later that one student said she wanted to take me home. Overall the student feedback was terrific. Even more important, the executive director sat in my class almost the entire period and commented very favorably to me afterward. Whew.

The lesson plan I prepared (for the year-one students) included more than 200 slides, six research topics, and countless references to support my findings. Equally important, the lesson plan required a “super fit” engine and a solid supply of  energy to hold the attention of adult-students. I even produced a new web site to support my program: DIYresearch.wordpress.com.

By the time I sat down at my break I was feeling pretty good – except that my day-job was calling me to work. I spoke with a client briefly by cell and then began preparing for the afternoon session. We took a lunch break and ended up chatting for most of the hour. It was nice – the cafeteria at Georiga State is just what you’d expect in a college setting: lunch line, choices of mostly carbs and the low-level 20-minute seats.

Round two, year-two students. Early afternoon I geared up (in an entirely different room) and lectured another 100 or so adult-students. This group required a separate lesson plan with more than 200 slide and another six research topics with the references, etc. The primary difference between year-one and year-two students is “a year.” I’m not sure what happened between year-one and year-two, but some of the year-two students grew “attitudes.” One lady, who sat near the front, definitely a detractor, attempted to “argue” and press her views. I gave as much as possible and kept moving. One heckler-type dude was met with student rebutle rather than my own. I suspect that some of the students (who were there to learn) were “over” the distractive behavior of those around them. I was super-thankful for the support. After all, none of the professors are paid for their time to prepare lesson plans, to drive to college (nor reimbursed for travel expenses) nor compensated for teaching. Each and every one of us is there for a simple reason: to give back to our profession.

The overall experience was terrific – and rewarding. I learned as I taught and I was challenged to dig deeper in preparation for “next year.”

I arrived home at 3:30 today – and I promptly took a nap … finally, the weekend is here. Aloha.

STS 2009: Wednesday night at the Hardman cottage. Cold drinks, great BBQ and smiling faces.

Hello Kitty love tattoo: get your fresh ink 2-day.

Did you know that Hello Kitty is 34 years old? She was “born” on November 1, 1974 in London, England, and introduced to the world by the Sanrio company of Japan. She also has a twin sister named Mimmy, who can be identified by the yellow bow she wears on the right side of her head as opposed to the red bow Kitty wears on her left. Hello Kitty has enjoyed mild to wild popularity over the years, never completely fading away due to her appeal to all ages. Since she continues to be ink-material, let us enjoy the tat of the day. Aloha.

Tattoos getting arrested: way wrong.

What’s really wrong with a jailed tattoo? There are several things “wrong” with this ink. First, you’re marked and easily tracked … forever.

Second, your mother will never forgive you for the ink job (unless of course she inked you herself).

No matter, the idea of inking the face means you’re either a badass mofo or you just want a crazy pattern that cops (or the world) can easily spot.

Remember, when we say “ink oneth”  be cautious with your choices.

Tour de France 2009: what was missing?

What was missing (and thankfully so) were doping scandals and crazy accusations about dopers. There was nothing, nada, zip, zero – not a peep. Many of the pro teams believe the bio passports are working. It’s common knowledge that race officials are testing more often and so are the teams. For example, Astana budgeted almost $700,000 to test its team members for the 2009 race year. Other teams have followed and sponsors are sleeping a bit better.

While Levi was out of the race early due to a broken hand, the final standings were very close to what I predicted two weeks ago. Had Levi been in the mix, I believe the Schleck brothers might have fared a bit differently. As evident with a third place finish it is obvious that Lance Armstrong is STILL ‘tha man.’

Think about it: he left the sport of bicycle racing on top of the charts, and four years later he re-enters it by snagging a podium spot his first year back.  For those that watched the race-action closely the last three weeks, Lance was clearly capable of dealing out the “see ya later” look when and where needed, but he raced for the team – led the team – and held it together to end as a team.

News reporters are already talking about the 2010 race. Lance will race for a different team and so will Contador. Lance has several advantages over Contador, but one significant advantage that is worth mentioning. Lance is smarter and a true team leader. In 2010, the unique combination of race knowledge and the ability to lead make him (Lance) a definite favorite.

Okay then. Ride oneth.

Why I ride: the Foothills Parkway is close to home.

Over the past week I’ve had the opportunity to ride the Foothills Parkway four times. Two of those were end-to-end from 129 over to 321. It’s a spiritual experience to say the least. Besides, it’s the best way I know to drop four or five pounds in a single workout. It’s the cornerstone to my diet of carbs, sweet treats (like chocolate) and beer. Enough said. This photo was taken atop the Parkway on Saturday, July 25th, 2009. Enjoy.

Kim Jong-il, the Hilter of our millennium.

Testimony from survivors and former guards has surfaced. The news isn’t pretty either – as it details the lives of 200,000 political prisoners estimated to be in the camps. According to news reports, they eat a diet of mostly corn and salt, they lose their teeth, their gums turn black, their bones weaken and, as they age, they hunch over at the waist. Most work 12- to 15-hour days until they die of malnutrition-related illnesses, usually around the age of 50. Allowed just one set of clothes, they live and die in rags, without soap, socks, underclothes or sanitary napkins.

The camps have never been visited by outsiders, so these accounts cannot be independently verified. But high-resolution satellite photographs, now accessible to anyone with an Internet connection, reveal vast labor camps in the mountains of North Korea. The photographs corroborate survivors’ stories, showing entrances to mines where former prisoners said they worked as slaves, in-camp detention centers where former guards said uncooperative prisoners were tortured to death and parade grounds where former prisoners said they were forced to watch executions. Guard towers and electrified fences surround the camps, photographs show.

The camps have existed for half a century, 12 times as long as the Nazi concentration camps and twice as long as the Soviet Gulag. Although precise numbers are impossible to obtain, Western governments and human groups estimate that hundreds of thousands of people have died in the North Korean camps.

Kim Jong-il says the camps do not exist. Is because he’s not in one just yet?

Tattoos gone wrong: So wrong it’s painful.

Hawaiian Tattoos for women; painful but beautiful.

Queen Kamamalu, Queen Consort of Hawaii and Princess of Hawaii, formally Victoria Kamāmalu 1802 – July 8, 1824 – served alongside her husband Liholiho (who reigned as Kamehameha II) had a tattoo applied to her tongue as an expression of her deep grief when her mother-in-law died in the 1820’s. Missionary William Ellis watched the procedure, commenting to the queen that she must be undergoing great pain. The queen replied, “He eha nui no, he nui roa ra ku‘u aroha.” Great pain indeed, greater is my affection.

Early explorers found that both men and women wore tattoos in old Hawai‘i for a variety of reasons. Sometimes the tattoos were purely decorative. Jacques Arago, who visited the Islands in 1819 as a draftsman with the Freycinet expedition, noted that some men were heavily tattooed on only one side of their bodies. He wrote, “they looked like men half burnt, or daubed with ink, from the top of the head to the sole of the foot.” Hawaiian historian Samuel Kamakau noted that this solid black tattooing was called pahupahu. It was commonly applied to warriors in the Marquesas as a disguise, and it is thought that such tattooing may have set apart Hawaiian warriors as well.

If that was painful for the queen, I cannot imagine what the pain factor was for the women pictured herein. Whew. Take a break, Okay? Umm, guess you have to – there isn’t any skin left.

Hello Kitty tattoo porn.

Hello Kitty is one “X” away from being XXX’d out of sight. When does she find time? I’m certain those eyes aren’t as innocent as they appear. The bow hids another tattoo … probably a Nancy Grace exclusive story. Until then, Hello Kitty is pointing the way to XX coverage. Meow.

Hello Kitty Tattoo, Hawaiian style. What’s next – pole dancer kitty?

Hello Kitty (ハローキティ, Harō Kiti), is a fictional character produced by the Japanese company Sanrio. Designed by Ikuko Shimizu, the first product, a vinyl coin purse, was introduced in Japan in 1974, and in the United States in 1976. She is now seen on the sides of young women in all parts of the world. Herein she is depicted a hula dancer ready for the surfer duds.

Remember the SPF-50 Ms. Kitty. Aloha.

Hawaiian tattoo: O’ahu and the tribal tattoo

The legacy of the Polynesian tattoo began over 2000 years ago and is as diverse as the people who wear them. Once widespread in Polynesian societies across the Pacific Ocean, the arrival of western missionaries in the 19th century forced this unique art form into decline. Despite the encroachment of Christian religious beliefs that vilified tattooing as unholy, many Polynesian tattoo artists maintained their vital link to their culture’s history by preserving their unique craft for generations.

In Samoa, the tradition of applying tattoo, or tatau, by hand has been unbroken for over two thousand years. Tools and techniques have changed little. The skill is often passed from father to son, each tattoo artist, or tufuga, learning the craft over many years of serving as his father’s apprentice. A young artist-in-training often spent hours, and sometimes days, tapping designs into sand or barkcloth using a special tattooing comb, or au. Honoring their tradition, Samoan tattoo artists made this tool from sharpened boar’s teeth fastened together with a portion of the turtle shell and to a wooden handle.

Today (literally) you can walk into ink-shops … tattoo shops … and artists are willing to custom design a tattoo just for you in a clean, sterile, safe and friendly environment. One of Hawaii’s best is Odyssey Tattoo. They have two locations on O’ahu. I suggest reservations prior to arrival; they also offering body piercing and permanent makeup. The team at Odyssey is: Timothy Goodrich, Jesa Goodrich, Andrew Deaton, Shay Haas, Brian Mau, Eddie Diaz and Jacob Hanks.

From what I see they understand Polynesian-style tattoos and the artistry that makes for some of the best ink on the planet. Aloha.

Little Gasparilla: seven nights, eight days of fun. The trio would all agree.

Our trip to Little Gasparilla was FUN! Sunshine every day and no rain. Every night we enjoyed a beautiful sunset followed by an even better dinner. The food brigade was well-organized in advance. We enjoyed Ahi, Mahi-Mahi, scallops wrapped in bacon, steaks and more steaks. Every evening we made fruity drinks without rum so everyone could enjoy the evening’s toast. MG learned to boogie board, hunt for teeth and she refined the “official” shell judging scale.

Our last evening (Saturday) was met with a cloudy sunset, but with a strong westerly breeze the buggahs were well inland. Speaking of buggahs, we figured out a slick technique to avoid mosquitoes and the “no seeum’s.” Wash off downstairs with the hose and move quickly upstairs to the drying area. It worked each and every time. The no seeum’s didn’t penetrate the screened-in porch so we ate outside every evening under the fans. Although it was warm, the twirling breeze felt nice.

We gamed, scrabbled, monoplized, and carded. We even watched Dog – more than once.

I can guarantee there will be a repeat in 2010. Although we’re still in Florida, we can say Aloha.

Little Gasparilla: Shells, shark teeth and bones

Pictured herein is my collection of “finds” for the week while on Little Gasparilla Island. It totals more than 400 shark teeth – all fossilized and several larges pieces of bone – also fossilized. The real question came up related to how a tooth becomes a fossil. Here is the short answer – a tooth become a fossil when it is buried in sediment (or other material) soon after being lost from a shark’s mouth. The sediment precludes oxygen and harmful bacteria from reaching the tooth and destroying it. The general fossilization process varies greatly depending on the exact situation. In general it takes approximately 10,000 years for a tooth to become a true fossil.

As you can see in the shark tooth circle, the colors are varied. In other words, not all of the teeth are black or gray. Actually the color of a tooth is determined solely by the color of sediment in which it is buried while fossilizing. The tooth absorbs minerals from the surrounding sediment. As the minerals replace the natural structure of the tooth, the tooth becomes the same general color as the sediment. Although some people believe a tooth’s color indicates age – the experts say that color is not an effective indicator of the age of a tooth. The most common color for shark teeth is a black root with a grayish crown. Different colors are more uncommon and significantly increase the value of a tooth.

The best shark tooth hunting spots are located in Florida — in the Venice Beach area all the way down to Little Gasparilla Island. The teeth pictured herein are from the Miocene-Pliocene Epochs (approximately 24.5 million to 2 million years ago). During this time period oceans sporadically covered many parts of what is now the Southeastern United States. NOTE: The Carcharocles megalodon shark thrived during the Miocene-Pliocene period, and was the largest shark to ever swim the ocean. Reaching an overall maximum length of approximately 60 feet, this shark was three times the size of the modern Great White (Carcharodon carcharias) shark. And that my friends is the rest of the story.

Oh. Pictured below is not a find that I made. Rather, it shows the enormous size of the teeth that can be found in the waters off shore while diving. The 6.57″ size of this tooth puts the 60′ shark into perspective. Whew!

Little Gasparilla sunset: July 17th, 2009

Little Gasparilla sunrise: July 17th, 2009, Aloha from Florida