Tiki Life Quotes

Right. A tiki bar will blend in great with the whole Henry VIII vibe going on at the B&T. Bring me a scorpion bowl, wench.

I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons lie in rotted-out cardboard coffins beneath the oak tree in our backyard. Also where, if some future archaeologist goes digging, they'll find the remains of a plush toy: a gray terrier named Toto I buried after the accident.

Okay, I know--my superpower--I'd be able to shoot lightening bolts out from my fingertips--great big knowledge network lightening bolts--and when a person was zapped by one of those bolts, they'd fall down on their knees and once on their knees, they'd be under water, in this place I saw once off the east coast of the Bahamas, a place where a billion electric blue fish swam up to me and made me a part of their school--and then they'd be up in the air, up in Manhattan, above the World Trade Center, with a flock of pigeons, flying amid the skyscrapers, and then--then what? And then they'd go blind, and then they'd be taken away--they'd feel homesick--more homesick than they'd felt in their entire life--so homesick they were throwing up--and they'd be abandoned, I don't know...in the middle of a harvested corn field in Missouri. And then they'd be able to see again, and from the edges of the field people would appear--everybody they'd known--and they'd be carrying Black Forest cakes and burning tiki lamps and boom boxes playing the same song, and they sky would turn into a sunset, the way it does in Walt Disney brochure, and the person I zapped would never be alone or isolated again.

The sea contains many surprises for him who has his floor on a level with the surface and drifts along slowly and noiselessly. A sportsman who breaks his way through the woods may come back and say that no wild life is to be seen. Another may sit down on a stump and wait, and often rustlings and cracklings will begin and curious eyes peer out. So it is on the sea, too. We usually plow across it with roaring engines and piston strokes, with the water foaming round our bow. Then we come back and say that there is nothing to see far out on the ocean.

Gjøa was later presented as a gift to the city of San Francisco, remaining on display in Golden Gate Park until 1972, when it was returned to Norway. It now resides in Oslo harbour, next to two other famous Norwegian ships, Fridtjof Nansen’s Fram and Thor Heyerdahl’s Kon-Tiki.

Some people believe in Fate, others don't. I do, and I don't. It may seem at times as if invisible fingers move us above like puppets on strings. But for sure, we are not born to be dragged along. We can grab the strings ourselves and adjust our course at every crossroad, or take off at any little trail into the unknown.

People learn best through experience, it's why we're here. When you're young and full of immortality, we overlook the obvious, but embrace the immediate. It is not until we age, living through heartbreak, travesty, perhaps even disaster, that we learn to value both as the same gift.

Some people believe in Fate, others don't. I do, and I don't. It may seem at times as if invisible fingers move us above like puppets on strings. But for sure, we are not born to be dragged along. We can grab the strings ourselves and adjust our course at every crossroad, or take off at any little trail into the unknown.

... prasidėjo ir mano jaunystė. Ta, pati ankstyviausia, naiviausia, tyriausia. Kai dar tebesi ne žmogus – žiedas, o žmogus – pumpuras, kai dar nė pats nežinai, koks būsi pražydęs, kokios spalvos ir kokio gražumo. Gal nė kokio? Gal nė nepražysi? Tačiau tokioms mintims jaunoje galvoje nėra vietos, į ją be perstojo plūsta visokiausi jausmai, troškimai, svajonės... Ir tiki, kad viskas išsipildys.

Iš tūkstančio gal šimtas mąsto taip, kad verti žmogaus vardo.Iš to šimto gal vienas iš tikrųjų tiki, o dešimt visą gyvenimą abejoja, bet tai irgi tikėjimo požymis, nors kol kas tu šito gal nesupranti. Keli silpnuoliai puola į burtus ir slaptuosius mokslus, nes patys save apgaudinėja. Bet visi kiti – taip, jie pasirenka įprastą dalią ir tyli. Bažnyčia jiems tampa įpročiu, kurio laikosi dėl tvarkos, ir, jei praradę tikėjimą, jie dar ką nors mąsto, tai gal mąsto, kad pasilikę Bažnyčioje, nieko nepraras, o bėdos ištikti galbūt pelnys amžinąjį gyvenimą, jeigu išsipildys tai, kas neįtikimiausia, ir jeigu siela iš tiesų nemirtinga. Jie lošia tuščią žaidimą, nūsdami daug laimėti, bet manding, išloš tik tuščią nieką. Taigi. Apie tai niekas nekalba. Bet apsižvalgyk aplinkui. Ta pati tuštybė. Krikščionybė pavargus ir praradus tikėjimą. Užtat draskosi karuose ir sekinasi disputuose, kurie jau niekur nenuves, nes nebėra tikėjimo.

Iš tūkstančio gal šimtas mąsto taip, kad verti žmogaus vardo. Iš to šimto gal vienas iš tikrųjų tiki, o dešimt visą gyvenimą abejoja, bet tai irgi tikėjimo požymis, nors kol kas tu šito gal nesupranti. Keli silpnuoliai puola į burtus ir slaptuosius mokslus, nes patys save apgaudinėja. Bet visi kiti – taip, jie pasirenka įprastą dalią ir tyli. Bažnyčia jiems tampa įpročiu, kurio laikosi dėl tvarkos, ir, jei praradę tikėjimą, jie dar ką nors mąsto, tai gal mąsto, kad pasilikę Bažnyčioje, nieko nepraras, o bėdos ištikti galbūt pelnys amžinąjį gyvenimą, jeigu išsipildys tai, kas neįtikimiausia, ir jeigu siela iš tiesų nemirtinga. Jie lošia tuščią žaidimą, nūsdami daug laimėti, bet manding, išloš tik tuščią nieką. Taigi. Apie tai niekas nekalba. Bet apsižvalgyk aplinkui. Ta pati tuštybė. Krikščionybė pavargus ir praradus tikėjimą. Užtat draskosi karuose ir sekinasi disputuose, kurie jau niekur nenuves, nes nebėra tikėjimo.

I keep thinking of Kon-Tiki as we fly along... the ocean is very blue. Sometimes we fly over white cloud banks that extend for miles and miles to the horizon.I feel content and very appreciative of the sunshine and good company, the little things which mean so much." This from a young man going to war. "No peace treaty, no international government, is any good at all without the spirit underneath it. I look to the principles of a Christian life, not stopping at a 'gentlemanly' Christian life but working toward a saintly one. I hope one day to find and work toward God." And I never even knew what religion [Doug Bradlee] was, some sort of Protestant, I suppose.

The queue also answers a question for curious theme park guests. Look for it the next time you are there. In Walt Disney’s Enchanted Tiki Room, the lead parrot Jose asks a question during the show: “Whatever happened to Rosita?” The answer to this question can be found just to the left of the Autocanary Air Quality Analyzers in the Ventilation Room, where you’ll see a golden cage hanging above three burlap sacks. The name on the cage is marked with Rosita, who apparently became a canary in the mine. What

Coal-black seas towered up on all sides, and a glittering myriad of tropical stars drew a faint reflection from plankton in the water. The world was simple, stars in the darkness. Whether it was 1947 B.C. or A.D. suddenly became of no significance. We lived, and that we felt with alert intensity. We realised that life had been full for men before the technical age also - indeed, fuller and richer in many ways than the life of modern man. Time and evolution somehow ceased to exist; all that was real and all that mattered were the same to-day as they had always been and would always be; we were swallowed up in the absolute common measure of history, endless unbroken darkness under a swarm of stars.

When we look at the subject of time, the initial situation is more clear and fair than with any other resource: every person has 24 hours each day. So why do some people have “no time” while others get bored? Because the language is misleading: when someone has “no time,” the disorder is not in his or her time but in his or her tasks.

Kai tiki savimi, kai tikrai žinai, kad tavo tiesa yra tavo tiesa, niekas tavęs negali sužlugdyti. Niekas!

Books that were pillars of our parents’ culture, the Chilean little bourgeoisie of the 30s-40s-50s: The Revolt of the Masses (Ortega), Tragic Sense of Life (Unamuno), The Good Earth (Pearl S. Buck), The Importance of Living (Lin Yutang), Grand Hotel (Vicki Baum), Anna Karenina (Tolstoy), Voyage of the Beagle (Darwin), Gog (Papini), Why I Am Not a Christian (Russell), The Mediocre Man (Ingenieros), Broad and Alien is the World (Ciro Alegría), The World of Yesterday (S. Zweig), The Life of Jesus (Renan), Napoléon (Emil Ludwig), The Goose Man (Wassermann), The Prophet (Gibran), The inferiority complex (Adler), Civilization and its Discontents (Freud), The Picture of Dorian Gray (Wilde), The Human Beast (Zola), The Lily of the Valley (Balzac), Representative Men (Emerson), Modern Medical Counselor (?), How Green Was my Valley (Llewellyn), The Foxes of Harrow (Yerby), Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Nietzsche), Amiel’s Journal (Amiel), The Story of San Michele (Munthe), Maxims and Morals from Dr. Franklin (Franklin), The Kon-Tiki Expedition (Heyerdahl), My Life (many), Desolation (Mistral), The Old Man and the Sea, Farewell to Arms, For Whom the Bell Tolls (Hemingway), Letter from an Unknown Woman (Zweig), The City and the Mountains (Eça de Queirós), All Quiet on the Western Front (E. M. Remarque), Encyclopedia Britannica, Enciclopedia Espasa, The Treasure Book of Youth, La tournée de Dios (Jardiel Poncela), Don Juan (Zorrilla), La Tía Pepa (cook book), Almanaque 18, The Magic Mountain (Mann), The Unloved Woman (Benavente). To be continued.