res ipsa loquitur

Well, this is it. The time has come for me to sign off from this thing. A year and a half. 200+ posts and the occasional word or two that has hopefully captured or created a few memories for those involved, as it has done for me. It's been fun, but lately it's starting to get a bit stale. Maybe not stale, but among other things, I've been more into printing photos and less into uploading them. Email vs letters. They're both just words but one says something different than the other.

Anyway, so no more posts. I'm done with this for now. If I ever get around to setting up something different that's worthwhile, I'll put up a link. Thanks to those who have said kind things and thanks to all for dropping by.

aloha,

-Alex

no one wants to hear about your 97th tear

This is an old roll from sometime over the summer.















No more searching for the snow shovel.





This is part of the robotics lab where I work. I don't actually know how to use this stuff, I just make drawings on the computer.

loving her was easier than anything I'll ever do again

Pete and I drove out to Hana on one of the mornings.





We checked this little gem of a spot, but it requires a real specific swell direction and wasn't getting any action that day.







Pete tricked me into thinking the water in this cave was warm. "It's like bathwater" he says. I kinda knew better but jumped in anyways and sure enough it's plenty cold, but it's probably the clearest water I've ever seen and incredibly refreshing. As we were getting out, a tourist couple showed up and were like Oh, you can swim in there?
It's So nice, I say, you gotta jump in, it's like bathwater.



























The last night I was there we slept on the cliffs above Honolua bay.

Epic point break.

We surfed it the next morning. It was waist-high at best and breaking onto about 2 feet of water over the reef, but was still one of the best mornings I've ever had.

And then to the airport. Pete, how can I thank you enough?

"Stay together friends.
Don't scatter and sleep.
Our friendship is made of being awake."

your love is not lost, my heart is still crossed

This is the morning I left for Maui. I've missed a staggering number of flights in my life and each time it happens I swear up and down that I'll never put myself through the stress again and yet I almost missed this one too. I ended up making it, but just barely, when I got to the gate they were already boarding..













The first big swell of the season rolled in the day I arrived.











This is my friend Pete's dank little house tucked away in the jungle.


The good doctor himself. Pete and I have been bros since 6th grade.







The wind died down after the first or second day and the waves cleaned up a lot.







Pete's house is on a huge piece of property that includes a farm that supplies this little fruit stand. Jonathan would hook us up every day with all kinds of fresh fruits, smoothies and banana bread. Mahalo bro!



























I had a birthday while I was out there. I drove to the top of Haleakala that afternoon to try to get even further away from people as well as to try and figure out how the hell I'm suddenly so old, at least on the books. I turned 30, but I feel more like 16.











This is at the top. It's 10,023 feet in all, which is pretty crazy considering you drive up from sea level. It's usually really windy and chilly up there, but that afternoon it was comfortably warm and with no wind at all. I sat up there for a long time not wanting to leave.

I hate places where there's a line unless it's a rollercoaster

your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds

pass the bag that holds the bottle