In the Georgetown district you can find many venues after dessert to finish off your evening.
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Sunday, December 28, 2008
New Years at the Peacock Cafe
In the Georgetown district you can find many venues after dessert to finish off your evening.
check out Google STREETVIEW and move your mouse around to get a feel for the 'hood.
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Santa Claus and the Scientist
Santa Claus and the Scientist
Christmas Eve, 2008
First, I must admit I am no scientist, but I do like to try and explain things, at least to myself, in a logical way. Of course, I am a big fan of suspending reality when it suits a good purpose. With three young children, it has suited a good purpose this time of year for some 11 years now.
However, when talking with my oldest, Michael, now 11, on how Santa could possibly meet all of his obligations in such a short period of time, I found that I had been quite mistaken to believe I was suspending reality at all. I had simply not thought things out properly.
We were driving through the north shore mountains of Maui, on our way to town to do a little shopping for Christmas. With a broken radio in the car, and my singing talents being what they are, we resorted to some good old fashioned conversation. Being in 6th grade now, watching Disney Channel on too many occasions and generally learning Newtonian physics at some basic level, his belief in a one man toy manufacturing and delivery system rivaling time, space and Fedex was being seriously challenged. But, more importantly, in my mind, was the idea that he was thinking I had been lying to him all these years.
So, I began by asking, with my own genuine amazement, how could a guy like Santa really pull it all off? How could he physically get to every kid's house, across the entire planet, with such a volume of toys, in one night? I added that even using the world's 24 timezones, he would still need to cover some 5000 square kilometers of land every hour. Granted not all land is covered in little kids, so we could easily reduce that to 2000 square kilometers per hour. Maui is about 1800 square kilometers, so roughly if houses were built roof to roof across the entire island (as some might propose) how could Santa do that, every hour? No way. Nothing can cover that kind of distance. Michael agreed, soaking in the onslaught of numbers and thinking of the impossibilities.
“Well, he must be magic then. You could only do that with magic.” Michael suggested. He was still a believer! Good.
That got me thinking. Much of today's science would have been considered magic centuries, even decades ago. So, I do believe in Magic, because generally science advances toward explaining miracles in ways that simply prove that Magic is only that which we have yet to understand and use. And, so I continued my stream of consciousness conversation and suggested right back.
“You know how radio stations work, sending their radio signals all across the island. In cars, with working radios, one guy at the radio station can talk to everyone who is listening, at the same time. He doesn't need to sit down with us in the car, he can simply broadcast his voice over a huge area. It's like our cellphones as well, we can talk to someone, have a conversation, even sing a song to someone and be thousands of miles away. I wonder if Santa has some kind of network like that?”
Michael looked a little quizzical, but seemed to grasp the idea of radio waves, so I expanded the idea.
“You know, at night, when I am driving home in the other car, I can tune in to the AM frequencies of radio and I can pick up signals coming from Las Vegas and Vancouver, Canada. Radio signals can easily go that far. When I was an ARINC radio operator, I once talked to another guy doing a similar job to mine, on the exact opposite side of the planet!”
“Really? Couldn't you just call him on the phone?” Michael asked, a product of these modern times for sure.
“Yes. But, this was not using any wires, no phone lines, we were talking like you and I, but over this invisible energy of HF radio signals.” I continued, in hopes of trying to impress, but it was difficult.
“You know when we turn on the TV, we get our TV signals from a satellite up in space, but if I change the receiving channel to something other than 3 or 4, we get static, lots of static.”
“Sure...”
“I have heard that much of that static is left over energy from the beginning of the universe, and from very far away. Imagine! There is this consistent energy that permeates even the entire universe. Maybe Santa taps into that somehow, to move all those toys?”
“But Dad, static? How can he use static, you can't see anything. There isn't any music, or pictures.”
“True, true. Static is just noise. Chaos.” I pondered the direction of the conversation.
We drove down into another valley, no bridge spans of any magnitude on this island, and up the other side. Rounding the corner at the top, we saw a great expanse of cobalt blue ocean laced with the white frostings of a fresh trade wind. A little farther down the road, the windsurfers were translating that energy into fun. The few tourists standing around were getting their hair messed up, but the athletes were tuning in. Tuning in like a radio.
“You know, everything is static unless you have a receiver. That country station we listen to would be static if we didn't have a radio to translate the energy at 94.3 megahertz into music. Those windsurfers are using their kites as receivers, taking that energy which is turning that poor lady's hair into knots, and surfing those beautiful waves.”
We had gone a little off target, I knew, and I had to focus back on the explanation at hand, Santa and Christmas. We entered the little beach town of Paia, slowing down for all the jaywalkers oblivious to the vehicles but quite entranced by the shopping they were doing at the little shops. The Christmas energy was here alright; these people were smiling and laughing, happy to be warm, together with their friends, their families. These people were receivers.
“You know Michael, I think we can safely say that Santa is full of the Christmas spirit, yes?”
“Yes, of course.” he replied.
“That Christmas spirit makes him stoked to share toys, and happiness, with all the kids. He really wants to do it, just like we are happy to share things, and give gifts as we can. That feeling you get, when you give a gift to someone or share something, I think you could call that the Christmas spirit.”
“Sure. That's fun to do.” Michael smiled.
We continued through to the other side of Paia, it didn't take long, and entered the great sun washed expanses of sugar cane, framed by the magnificent Haleakala and the rainbowed West Maui mountains. I was beginning to get it, finally.
“I think Michael that the Christmas spirit is a kind of energy, maybe like the radio waves, maybe like the sunlight, that can be everywhere at the same time. Santa must use that somehow. All the people that are excited about Christmas, that are in the holiday mood, are the receivers. They are tuned in.”
“You mean, when I gave some coins to the Salvation Army lady, I was like, being like Santa?”
“Sure, did you see her smile? She was even a little surprised. Santa can't physically be everywhere at once, but through this Christmas spirit, that energy, he can be everywhere. In you, in everyone that is tuned in.”
We drove on for a moment. Michael was thinking it all through. Then he suggested,
“It's like we're WiFi repeaters Dad, we're actually amplifying the signal, the Christmas spirit, when we give!”
I teared up a little and had to pause a moment before I could answer. I love science!
“Merry Christmas son.”
Christmas Eve, 2008
First, I must admit I am no scientist, but I do like to try and explain things, at least to myself, in a logical way. Of course, I am a big fan of suspending reality when it suits a good purpose. With three young children, it has suited a good purpose this time of year for some 11 years now.
However, when talking with my oldest, Michael, now 11, on how Santa could possibly meet all of his obligations in such a short period of time, I found that I had been quite mistaken to believe I was suspending reality at all. I had simply not thought things out properly.
We were driving through the north shore mountains of Maui, on our way to town to do a little shopping for Christmas. With a broken radio in the car, and my singing talents being what they are, we resorted to some good old fashioned conversation. Being in 6th grade now, watching Disney Channel on too many occasions and generally learning Newtonian physics at some basic level, his belief in a one man toy manufacturing and delivery system rivaling time, space and Fedex was being seriously challenged. But, more importantly, in my mind, was the idea that he was thinking I had been lying to him all these years.
So, I began by asking, with my own genuine amazement, how could a guy like Santa really pull it all off? How could he physically get to every kid's house, across the entire planet, with such a volume of toys, in one night? I added that even using the world's 24 timezones, he would still need to cover some 5000 square kilometers of land every hour. Granted not all land is covered in little kids, so we could easily reduce that to 2000 square kilometers per hour. Maui is about 1800 square kilometers, so roughly if houses were built roof to roof across the entire island (as some might propose) how could Santa do that, every hour? No way. Nothing can cover that kind of distance. Michael agreed, soaking in the onslaught of numbers and thinking of the impossibilities.
“Well, he must be magic then. You could only do that with magic.” Michael suggested. He was still a believer! Good.
That got me thinking. Much of today's science would have been considered magic centuries, even decades ago. So, I do believe in Magic, because generally science advances toward explaining miracles in ways that simply prove that Magic is only that which we have yet to understand and use. And, so I continued my stream of consciousness conversation and suggested right back.
“You know how radio stations work, sending their radio signals all across the island. In cars, with working radios, one guy at the radio station can talk to everyone who is listening, at the same time. He doesn't need to sit down with us in the car, he can simply broadcast his voice over a huge area. It's like our cellphones as well, we can talk to someone, have a conversation, even sing a song to someone and be thousands of miles away. I wonder if Santa has some kind of network like that?”
Michael looked a little quizzical, but seemed to grasp the idea of radio waves, so I expanded the idea.
“You know, at night, when I am driving home in the other car, I can tune in to the AM frequencies of radio and I can pick up signals coming from Las Vegas and Vancouver, Canada. Radio signals can easily go that far. When I was an ARINC radio operator, I once talked to another guy doing a similar job to mine, on the exact opposite side of the planet!”
“Really? Couldn't you just call him on the phone?” Michael asked, a product of these modern times for sure.
“Yes. But, this was not using any wires, no phone lines, we were talking like you and I, but over this invisible energy of HF radio signals.” I continued, in hopes of trying to impress, but it was difficult.
“You know when we turn on the TV, we get our TV signals from a satellite up in space, but if I change the receiving channel to something other than 3 or 4, we get static, lots of static.”
“Sure...”
“I have heard that much of that static is left over energy from the beginning of the universe, and from very far away. Imagine! There is this consistent energy that permeates even the entire universe. Maybe Santa taps into that somehow, to move all those toys?”
“But Dad, static? How can he use static, you can't see anything. There isn't any music, or pictures.”
“True, true. Static is just noise. Chaos.” I pondered the direction of the conversation.
We drove down into another valley, no bridge spans of any magnitude on this island, and up the other side. Rounding the corner at the top, we saw a great expanse of cobalt blue ocean laced with the white frostings of a fresh trade wind. A little farther down the road, the windsurfers were translating that energy into fun. The few tourists standing around were getting their hair messed up, but the athletes were tuning in. Tuning in like a radio.
“You know, everything is static unless you have a receiver. That country station we listen to would be static if we didn't have a radio to translate the energy at 94.3 megahertz into music. Those windsurfers are using their kites as receivers, taking that energy which is turning that poor lady's hair into knots, and surfing those beautiful waves.”
We had gone a little off target, I knew, and I had to focus back on the explanation at hand, Santa and Christmas. We entered the little beach town of Paia, slowing down for all the jaywalkers oblivious to the vehicles but quite entranced by the shopping they were doing at the little shops. The Christmas energy was here alright; these people were smiling and laughing, happy to be warm, together with their friends, their families. These people were receivers.
“You know Michael, I think we can safely say that Santa is full of the Christmas spirit, yes?”
“Yes, of course.” he replied.
“That Christmas spirit makes him stoked to share toys, and happiness, with all the kids. He really wants to do it, just like we are happy to share things, and give gifts as we can. That feeling you get, when you give a gift to someone or share something, I think you could call that the Christmas spirit.”
“Sure. That's fun to do.” Michael smiled.
We continued through to the other side of Paia, it didn't take long, and entered the great sun washed expanses of sugar cane, framed by the magnificent Haleakala and the rainbowed West Maui mountains. I was beginning to get it, finally.
“I think Michael that the Christmas spirit is a kind of energy, maybe like the radio waves, maybe like the sunlight, that can be everywhere at the same time. Santa must use that somehow. All the people that are excited about Christmas, that are in the holiday mood, are the receivers. They are tuned in.”
“You mean, when I gave some coins to the Salvation Army lady, I was like, being like Santa?”
“Sure, did you see her smile? She was even a little surprised. Santa can't physically be everywhere at once, but through this Christmas spirit, that energy, he can be everywhere. In you, in everyone that is tuned in.”
We drove on for a moment. Michael was thinking it all through. Then he suggested,
“It's like we're WiFi repeaters Dad, we're actually amplifying the signal, the Christmas spirit, when we give!”
I teared up a little and had to pause a moment before I could answer. I love science!
“Merry Christmas son.”
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Peacock Pearls
Peacock Pearls, yes, there is such a thing.Amazingly enough they are FRESHWATER coagulates and, as the picture depicts, often not round.
We found these as MSPreston and their collection for sale is quite interesting.
So, last minute gift? Something unique? Well, here you go -
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Peacock Face
We found this image this morning while surfing around for all things Peacock.
When it gets this close to CHRISTMAS, everyone should take a moment, take a breath, inhale and enjoy the magic of children. You must admit, there is something very cool about kids....if only for a moment here and there.
If you cannot see that, if only for a moment, then we have a blog for you.
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 19, 2008
A Peacock's Peacock
PEACOCKS is a clothing chain in the UKvia: Metro.co.uk
December 18, 2009
Birds of a feather: A peacock with an eye for fashion window shops at a store bearing its name.
The bird often peers into shops along Dunfermline's high street 'but it always comes back to ours', said store manager Martin Rae, of Fife
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Peacock Tattoos (more)
More in our series on how people love to decorate themselves with the Peacock.When your enthusiasm just cannot be contained with Peacock Socks or Peacock Shoes then it is indeed time for a Peacock Foot Tattoo.
Never needs ironing!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Peacock Print Silk Tunic
from: Busy With Style
I am in need of some serious inspiration right now. Nothing is grabbing me from the magazines (it doesn't help that they keep plastering actors/actresses/musicians on the covers instead of actual models). I keep reaching for the same neutral (read, boring!) outfits because they're easy. I'm putting outfits together that I don't have to think about - it's just, black goes with everything, so grab it.
What is the matter? Well, if I could get my hands on this peacock print silk tunic, I think I'd feel much more excited about fashion in general. Out of my price range, but I can look.
I love the print...with the black/white/orange/red combo, you can match any number of slacks with it. I'm thinking slim black slacks (white capris in warm weather, maybe?) and ballet flats or mules. A simple, elegant hairstyle like a chignon plus big earrings would be perfect.
It's still an easy outfit, but it's not boring.
Any inspiration tips you have to share? I'd love to hear them right about now.
What is the matter? Well, if I could get my hands on this peacock print silk tunic, I think I'd feel much more excited about fashion in general. Out of my price range, but I can look.
I love the print...with the black/white/orange/red combo, you can match any number of slacks with it. I'm thinking slim black slacks (white capris in warm weather, maybe?) and ballet flats or mules. A simple, elegant hairstyle like a chignon plus big earrings would be perfect.
It's still an easy outfit, but it's not boring.
Any inspiration tips you have to share? I'd love to hear them right about now.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Peacock Party Boat
Unfortunately, we found this photo lost in the untitled chaos that can be Flickr, so it is visible to us but alas has no information.
But, Agent Peacock could figure it out and would probably start with the name of the fine ship on the port bow.
Good luck sailors.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Peacock Hats
The fan can be cloned on a woman's hat almost as nicely as the one you might see in the wild. Of course, it is most likely an indoor decoration, not something that could take the breeze at the boardwalk.
These feather eyes, if you notice, have actually been cut with scissors to give them yet another variation on the theme we deem - Peacock.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Peacock Glasses - Made in the Shade
Von Zipper glasses Dharma - PEACOCK STRIPES / GRADIENTFound via the always amazing Google News feed, we see that SkatesOnHaight.com is reviewing everything on the radar.
Submitted by a local SFO personality, who has a querky CAPS LOCK key, we know nothing more than that such things exist.
Good luck, take a looksee, you might find other tidbits of American Culture there.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Peacock Bottle
For those of you that need a little color on your Water Bottle and want something that will not leech unknown poisons into your rainwater, take a look at Peacock Stainless Steel Bottle.We stumbled across a great website, called AllThingsRenewable.com where you can, obviously, exercise your Green Thumb, your Green purchasing power and your artistic bones.
And, we gotta say, stainless steel is usually a little on the stark side of boring for us, but spash a Peacock Feather on it, and we love it!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Peacock Lane
They do a big Christmas show where all the Tudor style homes light it up and show their stuff, like we do here at peacock.com.
Check out the gallery of photos, and also, look at the schedule and driving directions. You might want to walk over, I hear the traffic is, well, intense!
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Peacock BASS
We like to call other animals "Peacock" and here is one fine example, the Peacock Bass.As you can tell, they are fish worthy of the nomenclature of "Peacock" with a color palette approaching that of the Original Peacock.
I hear they taste a lot like chicken....
Some butter, a touch or three of garlic and a mild stupefying beverage would make it perfect...oh, and a new hat.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Peacock Socks
If you are looking for eco-friendly, and uber comfortable leggings this winter AND are a fan of all things Peacock, then look no further than MyCorset.comThere they have the HEMP fiber cover with the stylish beyond all belief Peacock there to keep your really short friends entertained, and those that find themselves worshiping at your feet.
Get in line to buy a pair at Hemp Over the Knee Sock at MyCorset.com
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Happiness is Contagious in Social Networks
- CNN reports:
- Study: Happiness spreads more reliably than unhappiness in a network
- You are 15 percent more likely to be happy if your direct connection is happy
- People who smile on Facebook are generally friends with other smilers
- Cigarette smoking and obesity also spread in social networks
So, be contagious! Be Happy
more Peacock Shoes
Those merchants of all things Peacock in Clothing, Zazzle.com, have quite a selection of goodies.
Here, we have one of several variations of the Peacock Shoe. If you are a fan of the colored feathers, you NEED these shoes, and probably all the cousins as well.
Zoom on over to Zazzle and check out the selection. Their store is easy to navigate, has some great display features like zoom, rotate and multiple views.
Tell them Peacock.com sent ya.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Lets make fun of the Hawaiian Weather
Triumph the Insult Dog is classic on the local Hawaii Weather Report!
- too funny -, no really, it's too funny.
- too funny -, no really, it's too funny.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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