RevHi 08

RevHi 07-08

from left to right (for the first picture, only)

BLAKE WEBB
The first big buffalo balloon like potato man. You see is a cloud of livers, of no self esteem for betterness of the soul. But never mind that. 20 years old. Few friends. He is passionate. Some kids love him. More than they love me....... ahhhhhhhhh. What do I do? Keep, writing, sir. Ok.. so.... He can make barbies and toys talk in pretend. He is the liver to your heart on a bad day. He is that chili. He is all that you will need to keep the engine running. He is the Sacremento man. California, baby.

JESS

She is almost a literal walking and pumping out heart. From Alaska. She does the most caring one-on-one talking to even strangers, more than anybody else. Yeah. She is a heart beyond the applesauce covered with potatoes.

JOEY ARNOLD

That is me. Crazy. But smart.... never mind...

JEFFREY WALTERS

Must I bow to this writer from California, this Brad Pitt with a grape on top of his head for a joy and charm. He knows how to talk to the worse of them out there. He is sturdy and yet very explosive. This is what you need in life. He is part taco, part extreme chredder cheese and slime for joy and hope.

CORY

is a whiz and a gator.... he is a warrior... he has seen a lot and he knows like a lot. Like yeah. He is a fry. He is a man. A hale. Ya know. Whatever. He is very humble. Or sometimes. He is responsible. He can be very serious. You can like learn to trust him. Age 27. Washington.

MARTINA

She is a giggling pocahontas power puff girl.... I must say more later.... she can make everyone laugh... she is good like that........

KALAOHA ERVING

Not to be confused with the doctor J of basketball NBA legends, Julius Ervings. Similar names. This man is the taxi driver. No. But yes. There is so much to him....

We also have ROB NOLAND but I can only write so much right now.... and the dog... and the kids... and the people..... how does this all happen.......... by design. Yeah?

That is right. But keep your eyes open.

Jeffrey Walters

Stop crying.

Open your eyes. Stand up strait. Hope is here. Grace is here. Joy is here. Well... chuckle at this. Jeff is here.

He is the passion of Revolution Hawaii. He is a writer. He is intense. He is a man. He is ugly. He is wonderful. I love him. I hate him. I can't aint like do nothing like without him. He is a rebel. He is a man. He is scars and all. He is a tear and a bird. He will talk to you about what matters most in life.

He is not scared.

He will get you. He will. His past is of many. He is like pimp. He is like anew now. He is a woman's best dream and a man's headache. He is the best of things and the worste of things.

He is our team.

We need him. And he is here. Kids may think he is not always funny. Never mind that. He may be weird. But who is not? He is a basketball player. He is a rapping music singing homie.

Jet Plane.

People have called him. During the summer, campers knew him as the Treeduck. I was his co-counselor. Camp Kuratli. The Wilderness camp for teens, ages 12-16. There were about 16 campers during the eight weeks.

But Jeff told some of the rougher campers the truth. Even the darker and bigger ones. Jeff like was the man out there. We lived with campers. We taught them life lessons. And now, in Hawaii, we seek to do the same.

Life lessons.

He seeks to hang with anyone. No matter who you are. To care. like a mother but in a good way. What is better. He seeks to become friends with the friendless...

And he wants to be your friend.

Door To Door

From about 10am until 2pm, each Saturday, we, the Revolution Hawaii team, hang. There are seven of us on the team. We have chosen a community to focus on. Three of us spend time with the homeless at the beach. Me, Cory, Martina, and Jess, however, spend our time in another city. This one apartment complex neighborhood like ghetto that we spend time in is neat. Many kids. Some are poor. But never mind the good and bad in this neighborhood that features over 200 apartments with around five or more in each one.

We knock on the doors. We are like saints of the latter day saints. Huh. Just kidding. We just let them know we are and see how they are. We may even pray with them if they want. Sometimes they don't want it. Why talk to a higher power that made everything. To a Creator? Like God cares? Or maybe I already prayed. Or I'm Budhist. But sometimes they tell us of a sick son or even worse problems. They over us food. Invite us in. They sometimes pray. Kids sometimes pray. Last week, kids followed us and would introduce us to the people. Wow.

You never know what is going to happen.

But it is a lot of work./ There is no way that I can like everything or everyone. Who can? But I do know that I am glad I came despite anything. I could have stayed in Oregon but then I just had to. Sometimes life is like that. I would love to tell you more about the adventures in Hawaii but stay in tune. Tell a friend.


Tell a friend and stay in tune for more adventures for the next ten or so months.

This week.

Surprising.

I am blogging about my life. Wow. I'm in Hawaii. Wow. My life has been bad. But good. And bad. Ya know. You too. Life seems in vain a lot. But even the bad things from my past seems to be helping me. I can relate.... I can better understand... then help others... ya know.... revolution... good things.... all that... you want that too. Never mind the details... life is challenging but worth it... there is a lot to be said.

Get this.
Wednesday, I was somewhere. A homework place for kids. Helping one boy with multiplication. Another with reading. Telling him to ask questions while reading. Little things like that. Ya know.........

10/26/07 f. Some notes on this week.

Here are some notes.................


10/23/07 t 6:33pm hst JSA Office
BLOG THEN INTERNET: yesterday, Rob Noland, who is the director of myteam, Revolution Hawaii, mentioned with urgency and delight: "blog, weekly, and email me the link." He said something like that. I need to do that. What website? I don't know. Blogger.com. Maybe.

BLOG ONE:
You hate something. I hate smelly druggies. Homeless failures. Missing-teeth, blbber-mouth drunkers. Rebelous kids. BUT STILL. Today, me, Cory, and Martina, sat with kids in a home work room at the YMCA, from around two until almost five in the afternoon. I live for this. I have counseled before. I had childcare class in high school. Work in children church. I am like a kid. Hey. My passion is there. Influencial seems best there. But I was not sure if I would relate. How would I relate to the kids. I started drawing. Kids thought it was nice, funny, whatever. Different things were thought, depending on the kid. The kid next to me drew a Japanese cartoon like ninja. One next to me was doing math. Another had a wrist band that had an interesting symbol. The kid two seats from me waved to me from a truck during departure. Near the end, I walked around. Wow. Skate board. Plastic cup creation. Almost stole girl staff's pen while filling out the application. Talked to Jess about truth as a jewel in the mist of mud, after all that. She worked with the old folks. There was love in all that we did. I think. Martina was doing arts and crafts with some eight year old girls. Or how old were those girls? But it was good. When we arrived at the YMCA, I noticed an article in a magazine talking about self-confidence. This is true. God wants you to have joy, hope, courage, confidence, purpose, and things like that: that can make you strong. YMCA's motto is about making strong people, families, communities. You know. God-confidence is more accurate. Confidence, as like God, comes from God and goes through us and is then self-confidence but not for self, from self, or anything like that. DOn't be negative. Have confidence. But good kind. It was nice to be with the kids. Because of the parents-teachers conferences, kids were stuck at the YMCA for around some hours instead of around less than an hour. This will be going on for next week, also: that makes it two weeks.
The other guys were at the boys and girls club. Around 50 kids. they played games. It was good. Fast.
I want to work with River Of Life and old people, for Wednesday and Thursday. That will be my hope. And also this other kids place.