For those of you in the Bay Area, or otherwise those of you who have Internet access (DUH), there’s a DJ at the local college radio station (KFJC, at Foothill College, probably my favorite JC) that has the most interesting and unique voice. Combining a deep gravel voice with slow speaking pace and some real theatrics, Cy Thoth is a joy to listen to and makes me smile/laugh every time I hear him, his voice is so interesting. Give him a listen, either on terrestrial radio or via their stream, at 2-6 on Thursdays.
I’ve sent off a message to the general manager of the station to see if they would be interested in producing a “spoken word album”, “audio book”, or “reading” (all terms seem inappropriate) where Cy would read an appropriately psychedelic short story. When you hear him, your mind races to Hunter S. Thompson, but I think something like a Philip K. Dick short story would be perfect; or if rights are difficult to obtain, something in the public domain. The fact that all of Lovecraft‘s works will become public domain (at least in the EU) on January 1, 2008, makes his works ripe for a good reading.
Let’s see if the station is interested, and if he’s interested. I’ve offered to cover the cost of production (within reason, I assume costs will be in the hundreds or at most a couple thousand dollars) and they’d retain the rights (but I’ll want a copy for my own personal collection, of course!)
Zzzzzzzzzzzz….Gauhwha, oh, something interesting you say? I’m sorry, I fell asleep during the “geek love fest” about how wonderful it would be to have an open platform. Boy howdy, I see so many desktop computers running Linux and using Java for their UI’s. 
The beach village is a number of tent/bungalows (called “tent-alows”) with a pair of tents and a bathroom on a platform (bathroom=shower, sink, and commode in an enclosure but open to the sky.) So my wife and I stayed in #32, about 200′ from the beach and the main building of the beach village.
We had neighbors who stayed up late and were loud (not too late, but loud!) their first night. The second night on, I think the “getting woken up by the birds at dawn” cured them of this behavior.
We ate dinner at the village; a buffet of various fruits and veggies; chicken, fish, and prime rib. I really enjoyed the fish and chicken and sides, my wife was less impressed than I. The bugs really got to me after a while; I suspect it was due to a combination of being on a ranch, the local cats eating all of the lizards/geckos that would normally keep bugs under control, and some sanitation issues–not much staff (a couple staffers) to clean up after diners ate, no way for diners to “bus their own dishes”, and at least one trash can left uncovered draws in the pests. But we solved this mostly by choosing to dine elsewhere for the bulk of our stay.
We then drove out to the end of highway 450 which terminated within walking distance of Halawa Bay. The drive was scary, but I’m used to driving up to Mount Hamilton (east of San Jose) so the one-lane-road-with-blind-corners is not unfamiliar to me. The scenery was amazing, the mosquitoes ravenous (I must have killed at least 50.)
Snorkeled on the way back at 
Monday, Oct. 22 – Morning started out with snorkeling at the beach village, which was very nice and relaxing. Only person on the beach and in the water, fish were easy-going. Often the beach by the village had choppy water, so I lucked out this morning. The night before was punctuated by many many shooting stars; the wife counted 13. Afternoon, we headed to Kameula’s Cookhouse for lunch (very good, wish they were open Monday for dinner) and to drive on 470 and 480, the two other highways. I would have been up for a boat ride or mule ride to the leper colony on the north shore, but the wife passed on both options. Perhaps next time? The view from the top was very nice. Kept running into other folks from the beach village. I guess that’s to be expected on such a low-tourism island.
Also ran across the Post-a-Nut post office and we mailed off a coconut to our 92-year-old grandfather(-in-law, for me). He’s really cool and enjoys a good joke, so we wrote “nuts to you” on it and doodled a doodle he often does on cards he sends to his grand-daughter. The postman was very very nice and had some good advice and suggestions. I wish he worked on commission.
Tuesday, Oct. 23 – Spent most of the day traveling from Moloka’i to Hawaii (the big island) and wishing we had eaten something for breakfast. Didn’t get food until we arrived at 
Returning to the village was an emotional experience for me, it felt like returning home. Everything familiar, and after spending a day in the hustle-and-bustle of airports it was nice to end up in the relaxing and pampering environment of the village. Tuesday night is also Paniolo night, where the Hawaiian cowboy food and music reigns. Yum yum yum, I really enjoyed Hawaiian dried beef (reminded me greatly of Chinese “bbq” pork.) I also got in a bit of snorkeling right there on the beach before sundown, and I was amazed at how many more fish there were at KVR than on Moloka’i. I don’t know if it’s ’cause they feed their fish or something (doubt that) cause it was crazy with fish.
Sunday, Oct. 28 – Thought we had all morning to get one more snorkeling session in and to get breakfast, only to realize that our flight was 9:30am. Rushed to the airport only to wait for a good hour inside security. Better early than late, I suppose. Flight back was uneventful, but I found the Honolulu airport nicer than I remember. The “outdoor” section had some interesting features including a view of a very nice Japanese garden. I really dug being ~20′ from the nose of a JAL 747 with nothing between me and the plane but a railing.