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The life of an International Traveler is a life knowing that the world is but a foot step away, that it is always at our fingertips.

This is a little something my wife shared to me. A little of her thoughts on what “home” means. Or, more specifically, on “where” home is for us. I could not agree more. For this is precisely us! As I have said so many times throughout the years … Home is where we make it, for the reasons we presently are making it.

“Tsefan Josef, There have been very few places that have touched our souls upon being there. Hawaii, Germany, France, Austria, Italy…. these places will always feel like home to me. But there is a reason we simply cannot find “Home” just anywhere. The reason I think we’re BOTH so inclined to pack up and go anywhere is because we don’t belong to the world nor does it belong to us. We belong to and with each other. Wherever each of us are is where “home” is… We belong in ALL of the world. We are not necessarily home and hearth people. We’re adventurers, buccaneers, blockade runners… Without challenge, we’re only half alive. We can go anywhere, as long as we’re together, it will belong to us. But we’ll never belong to it. That’s for other people. Not for us…”

When I think of all the places we’ve been and all the places I’ve lived for a time in my life – Misawa, Aomori, Japan; Kalihi Valley, Oahu, Hawaii; Reckendorf, Germany; Al Ramadi, Iraq; and Austin, Texas – just to name a few. And considering some of the places that I have visited for a brief moment – Barcelona, Spain; Dublin, Ireland; Tuscon, Arizona; Miami, Florida – just enough to smell the air and feel the ground beneath my feet, and to attempt speaking in the local national language. And when I think of the places in Europe that we’ve visited as a family – Bamberg, Frankfurt, and Munich, Germany; Paris, France; Berchtesgaden, Salzburg, in Austria – memories that inform us as a family, to this day, that we are international people. That we are people with international travels and friendship ties.

Yes, most definitely, “these places” around the world will always feel like home to “me” and, most probably, to “we.” For, each of us and all of us together as a family, have experienced the depths and breaths of cultures around the world, and are far much better balanced and informed on life, because of it. We belong to ALL of the world. And home is not necessarily a specific place where we, presently, choose to take up residence. No, home is where we are, at any given time and place … so long as we’re together.

Here are some of the world’s best places to retire. A listing produced yearly by International Living. Just for your perusal and imaginative enjoyment, of course. I was really considering Ecuador, at one time. All because of the cost of living, at that time, where a modest American retirement would have you near living like the one percent in this country. But, then again, there is always Spain, and I’ve always felt an affinity towards moving there. It might be the ancestral connection for me, the speaking of the blood, seeing how on my Irish side of my South-East European Jew self there is a direct ancestral origin connection to what is now known as Spain. Not to mention the Sephardic influence connection that most probably exists within our Hungarian Jewish family line somewhere.

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E Komo Mai –  A Remembrance Of Hawai’i, My Island Home

sandy-path-to-the-beachSeeing how my web site visitors are expressing pleasure over my diversifying the topics in my web, I felt it quite appropriate to include a few thoughts on Hawaii, my island home. No matter how far away I may presently be, I will always have a connection to the islands of my youth. And to the swimming holes, the deep blue oceans, that I would free dive in almost on a daily basis, swimming with fish, sharks, stingrays, turtles, and eels and usually as nakedly and carefree as they were. Though my first two years of this life was experienced in Japan, I was raised to adulthood on the beautiful isles of Hawaii. I am an ‘ehu kama’aina, a red headed local boy of Hawaii. And, I am very proud of where I come from. I’m a graduate of “Lower Kamehameha,” Farrington High School, and went to the University of Hawai’i at Manoa for higher education. A modest life I lived with family in the midst of Kalihi Valley. I’ve lived all over the islands, but mostly between O’ahu and the Big Island. But, this was a long time ago, now, at least for me. Almost 15 years ago. Though I am presently living in the depths and dry heat of Texas, now, I still have all the aloha shirts that I brought with me, still listen to the Hawaiian music and, though not as often now, still speak within the home the local pidgin creole language of Hawaii. You never forget your roots entirely, even when you’ve grown internationally cultured and sophisticated. I still remember the synagogues I would attend, after those lazy island strolls on the Sabbath. Then, cruzin at da beach, for I knew no better way to live life than enjoy it.

lava-flowing-on=the-volcanoEthnically and culturally speaking, you can pretty much name it and Hawaii has it. Most of Hawaii’s youth, I included, will name off six to seven ethnicities if you ask them what they are racially. We are all poi dogs these days. Hey … no shame, eh, brah? For example, my ancestry alone is a mixture of Scandanavian, Irish, East European Jewish, British, Italian, Greek, Melanesian, Iberian (that’s the Irish celtic side, again), Finnish, and a few more. … But, despite how I came out having such an Irish look, I lean genetically very heavy on the Eastern European side, in general, within my ancestry. You can never actually tell by looks alone, and this I can prove time and time again. But, back to ethnically and culturally diverse Hawai’i. There are restaurants and cultural festivals in Hawaii that literally span the globe. And da food, brah, so ono! Always wen brok da mout, garens! Though American English is the predominant language these days, Hawaiian and every other ethnicity’s language is spoken in conjunction with English, on a daily basis. Talk about ethnic culturing! With this being said, still yet the most predominant form of speech for almost all of the kama’ainas of Hawaii is the creole language Pidgin. Hawaiian Pidgin is a synthesized mixture of Hawaiian with the various languages of the early immigrants (mostly Asian) and later with English. Hawaii sports it’s own unique take on modern civilization life. Laid back and always on Hawaiian time, which anyone who knows me will attest that I still follow. It is also the place where surfing was invented by the Hawaiians over a thousand years ago. I wonder how many of you actually knew that? There are times I do miss the beach and hiking near volcanoes and water falls. Remembering the simpler times of hana butta days. But, that was then, and this is now.

A hui hou kakou.

Our new welcome mat! Be a global citizen, and why not?!

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Eh, I Get One Video For You!

In da hanabaddah days, my faddah wen make choke stink dat I talk da kine, Hawaii Pidgin. But, no mattahs! You like hea one story? In da video, I goin tell you one old kine Jewish story in da Hawaii kine pidgin language. So, akamai, eh? If you like um, try poke da like button. O, bettah yet, try write one comment, eh?

#HCE #HawaiiCreoleEnglish #HawaiiPidgin #HawaiianPidgin #PidginBible #Jewish #Torah

In regards to the story in this video, the Torah (what some call the Old Testament, what Hawaii locals call “Da Befo Jesus Book”) never once says that you must believe in or have faith in “God”. It only demands that you be “firm/steadfast/supportive” in and “trust” in “God” and “God”‘s doings (aman, batach, respectively), and “hear”/”obey” ritual law (tishmu el mitzvot). As a Jew, who reads Hebrew, I am telling you that this is a fact. Even “the Bible” knows it is a fiction, a mythical version of real human events, and that is why religious Jews do not proselytize for theological converts. That is also why there are so many different religious translations and interpretations of what was once just simply loose pieces of ancient Jewish literature. Until some scribe kine guys wen collect dem togedda (300 BCE), an make em fit togedda as one book fo read as one story, brah! One highly conflicting, highly repetitious, and highly redacted (edited) piece of now “biblical” literature.

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Joseph T Farkasdi · May 30, 2018 at 12:08 am

Not White, Just A Local Haole I Am

When I was one keiki (a child), I grew up knowing what it means to be considered ‘different’. As a keiki, I experienced being chased down, cornered, and beaten up by bullies, more than once (yes, they were ‘white’ kids!). As a keiki, I experienced being a minority treated as ‘less than’, all because of the color of my (what Americans call) ‘white’ skin (suspicioned as stealing in the stores; having to make alliances for protection with opposing ethnic gangs, Filipino and Samoan). My family did not have a lot of money. My family did not ‘own’ a home. We lived in the Hawaii versions of ‘the hood’, for most of my formative years in Kalihi. As a young man, I was arrested once, violently, slammed to the ground and handcuffed simply because I looked like a vagrant haole (white person). He, the policeman, figured that I must have drugs somewhere on me. I guess I deserved it, because I was homeless at the time.

Going back, I also experienced as a keiki, for a brief season, what U.S. America is like, in Oklahoma. While there, I couldn’t speak American English correctly, and I was hated by both blacks and whites quite evenly. This was back in day when teachers walked the halls with wooden inscribed paddles, and took it out on your ass if you were out of line or late to class. It was quite rough on the okole, and made being made to stand against a wall out back of the school and beamed by hard little balls as nothing by comparison (again, a bunch of bully natured white kids!). …

If you’ve ever wondered about my unusual outlook on life, maybe a bit of this childhood history has helped to ‘elucidate’. Not all ‘white’ people grow up with white privilege. Not all ‘white’ people are blind to the signs and experiences of racism. So, it is so important that we who know better speak out boldly, and help be a source of awakening. In whatever ways we are capable. It’s not easy, and it’s not comfortable. I now live in the United States of America, and have for awhile now. Still to this day, because of white bullies and growing up outside of U.S. white-black culture, I am still learning how not to pre-judge the white privileged citizens of this American nation. But, I’m working on it, fully aware that if I keep my mouth shut and pass white I get some of that automatically inherited privilege on me, too. All because of my skin color. This nation needs a serious uncomfortable talk about race!

#whitepassing #maga #inhisimage #blacklivesmatter #nativeamericanlivesmatter #hispaniclivesmatter #immigrantfamilylivesmatter

Joseph T Farkasdi · July 1, 2018 at 1:00 am

I know, I’m such a daddy, to the dismay of my daughter. Driving back from the store, and singing: “If the fish get an attitude, drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot. And if the birds cop an attitude, ….” (Hehehe)

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