i take airport road to work and get a pretty scenic view of tumon bay every morning. since i am never fully awake my mind tends to drift as i drive, so most days i half-expect some sort of giant sea monster to rise up in the horizon and devour tourists like krill. usually it takes the shape of some sort of giant octopus, but i wouldn't be surprised if it actually does happen and it turns out to be the mother of this.

one of my favourite hanging-out-in-tumon games is "quick, there's a tsunami headed this way--how are we going to make our escape?!" the answer usually depends on how close to an abc store you are. typical response: forty personal beer coolers lashed together with string bikinis, snorkeling gear for drama, musubi for the ride, head for the top of an ohana hotel....

[q] what do you call an island girl with one leg one-and-a-half inches shorter than the other?
[a] not even!

snort.

it all started with 1000. 1000 images-->1000 journals-->a forgotten journal on someone's kitchen table on guam-->an email-->a stranger's blog-->here we are. buenas.

we live in a beautiful world. yes we do. no seriously--we do. let's not fuck this up.