The Power and the Glory and The Quiet American are two books that Obama has quoted from.
–photo: a spanky getty image.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 20.1.13~
Smoke and mirrors, tinsel gold. People cameras, cameras people. Colorful people living at every turn through camera… words from the novel, Wood.
[Photo and words, Author's own].
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Aoteraoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 30.3.12~
In America, the Kiwi selected an American dentist of Russian-Jewish lineage on Wilshire Blvd who had medical practices in Los Angeles and San Francisco. After America, he went to Dominion Road Dental to get a tooth extracted. The experience took all of twelve minutes.
Post the act, he was informed that the tooth’s root structure was unusual as “both roots had fused together to become one.”
“You would think that in the land of big white teeth your American bosses dental plans would have taken better care of that, especially after five years there. That’s a real shame,” was all that Roger The Dentist said pontificating and weighing the situation gravely with a tone of deep concern. No matter what ethnicity a person is, it’s a strange fact that peoples teeth are white angel messangers, that do not lie. Roger had been in the tooth extraction business surveying teeth as a science with his own practice for over thirty years.
“So… no tom yum soup for a day, then?” was his chipper and kurt questioning reply.
“That’s right Sam. No tom yum soup ’til tomorrow” is what Maria, the sweet middle-aged, Kiwi-Chinese dental assistant said handing him the sealed tooth rectangular packet with a humble, warm and attentive smile. He could see the root structural form resembled a very sharp and all too white stake.
Numbed from a clinical needle, all that was going through his head were crazy Britney Spears songs from her Los Angeles penned era as the comeback kid of American pop music.
To even be alive to have a tooth extracted was a blessing in disguise behind his Maori Kiwi smile of gratitude.
–Incidentally, Roger is so good at what he does.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 23.2.12~
“… their bright wings bespangling the boughs like stars.”
–William Blake (1757–1827) poet.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 20.12.11~
The California sun hit his skin warmly. His smile, a pocketful of sunshine traveling along the spine of the 405.
Top down freedom. Hair blowing in the wind.
[Music - The Katinas cover Natasha Bedingfield's Pocket Full of Sunshine]
Photo via Travel.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 15.12.11~
The city sprawled like a concrete grid as far as the eye could see. As the plane descended to LAX, a little voice inside him said, “Nothing ever prepared you for this. Whatever happens, just go with it.”
Harsh white heavy concrete imprinted the imagery of his brain on a tide of nerves and excitement.
. . .
“How did you get this?” the Latino customs officer asked checking his passport?
“Get what?” he asked jet lagged bewildered.
“Are you Latino?”
“I see. You’re lucky.”
Thud. Stamp. Tear. Staple.
Taking his passport back, after the hour and a half long wait in the arrivals cue, he wondered what the buff good looking customs officer had meant. He had no cause for envy.
Passport now safely back in hand. 13 hours on a plane. He was tired and hungry.
The word “lucky” richoted in his brain.
Los Angeles. City of Angels. And a passport that said El Lucky.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 14.12.11~