Tiki 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.

Your insult has offended me. If we were at the Peaks, we would have to duel in traditional alil'tiki'i fashion." "Which is what?" Teft asked. "With spears?" Rock laughed. "No, no. We upon the Peaks are not barbarians like you down here." "How then?" Kaladin asked, genuinely curious. "Well," Rock said, "is involving much mudbeer and singing." “How's that a duel?” "He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon' everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about." Teft laughed. "Beats knives at dawn, I suppose.

Rieker's hand slid from her wrist to her hand, and his fingers entwined around hers. Before she could move, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. Instead of being afraid, Tiki felt an odd sense of safety.

We wanted to blast the world free of history.... picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We'll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.

Tiki was uncomfortably aware of how close Rieker was standing to her, yet at the same time she felt pulled toward him, as though in the grip of a magnet.

Tiki ran hard, ignoring the startled looks of strangers. It felt good to run, to run away from her sadness and fear.

The Kon-Tiki expedition opened my eyes to what the ocean really is. It is a conveyor and not an isolator.

Pearls rarely turn up in oysters served to you on a plate; you have to dive for them.

Otherwise he was glad we had missed our landing, for he still had three books to read.

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 about 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.

Agreement and acceptance rarely stimulate experiments and progress.

I did remember. Mr. Rector and Mr. Endicott had basically taken a beautiful island paradise and bulldozed it into an ugly subdivision, complete with tennis courts and a tiki bar.

The task of science is investigation pure and simple,” he said quietly. “Not to try to prove this or that.” He

dissidence and controversy are what bring science forward. Agreement and acceptance rarely stimulate experiments and progress.

Rieker threaded her hair behind her ears with his other hands, his fingers lingering against her cheek. "We're different Tiki," he said softly. "We're caught between two worlds and honestly, I don't know which one we belong in. But I do know this - I don't want to be either place without you." He looked deep into her eyes. "I believe we found each other because we're meant to be together.

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.

It was a great moment on board when two large boobies were spotted above the horizon to westward

But you can’t navigate a raft,” he added. “It goes sideways and backward and round as the wind takes it.

Šešerius metus seminarijos gyvenimo gali pakelti tik tie, kas nuoširdžiai tiki, tie, kas save apgaudinėja arba yra paskutiniai storžieviai kupranugariai.

I once listened to a woman describe a group of men marching toward her house with sticks lit afire, screaming things like 'git the nigger' and 'kill the nigger bitch.' Those tiki torches weren't about protest. They were about a statement. It said, 'We're still here because we never left.

Если вы не в состоянии справиться с собственными демонами, последнее, что вам остается - дрейфовать посреди Тихого океана на маленьком плоту...

The Kon-Tiki expedition opened my eyes to what the ocean really is. It is a conveyor and not an isolator. The ocean has been man's highway from the days he built the first buoyant ships, long before he tamed the horse, invented wheels, and cut roads through the virgin jungles.

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.

Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl and the puppies Pee Wee, Wee Wee, Teenie Wee, Tiki Tee, and Tee Pee were driving down Hollywood Boulevard on their way to the Tick Tock Tea Room for turkey platters.

(يحكى أنه في إحدى الرحلات الاستكشافية في المحيط الهادىء اصطاد ثلاثة من أعضاء الطاقم Kon Tiki في إحدى الليالي سمكة أفعوانية بلون غريب لم يروه من قبل ,فأخذوا السمكة فورا إلى العضو الرابع في الطاقم ,والمتخصص بمملكة الحيوان ,أيقظوه وعرضوا عليه السمكة ,فتطلع إليها وقال :"مثل هذة السمكة غير موجودة!"..,أكمل غفوته , الكثير من الناس يتصرفون مثل هذا الخبير )

the waterfall, and the tiki torches, all of these things the stuff of vacations and dreams and impossible to maintain, but then she knew—and this is what was keeping her up, her head careening with something like a toddler’s joy—that she would be going back to that place, the place where all these things happened. She was welcome there, employed there.

Then we heard, rather faintly, in the receiver: “If all’s well, why worry?

The dolphin (dorado), which is a brilliantly colored tropical fish, must not be confused with the creature, also called dolphin, which is a small, toothed whale.

Kon Tiki,

Dangus - nei aukštai, nei žemai, nei dešinėje, nei kairėje, Dangus yra žmogaus, kuris Tiki, širdyje.

He shouldn’t have shot Tiki,” Logan said. “Hawaiian gods get even. Did you see what Tiki did to his foot? It flew right off his leg when you kicked it!

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.

Tokią šypseną, skleidžiančią neišsenkamą pasitikėjimą, padrąsinimą, pamatai tik kekius keturis penkis kartus gyvenime. Akimirką ji tarsi aprėpia visą išorinį pasaulį, paskui, negalėdama atsispirti jūsų žavesiui, grįžta ir susitelkia prie jūsų. Ir jaučiate, kad jus supranta taip, kaip pageidaujate būti suprastas, tiki jumis taip, kaip pats norėtumėt savimi tikėti, ir mato jus tiksliai tokį, koks labiausiai trokštate atrodyti.

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.

You listened to Bob Marley, and a bartender got you some pot, and someone told you what irie means, and you think you know something. You saw a tiki bar and a beach and your hotel room. That is not a country. That is a resort.

Pasaulyje dar nebuvo tikro karo tarp dviejų grupuočių, kuriame kiekviena jų nelaikytų savęs teisia. Išties pavojingi žmonės tiki, jog viską, ką daro, jie daro tik todėl, kad, be jokios abejonės, tai yra teisinga. Štai kodėl jie tokie pavojingi.

I will defend this family: Marcus, Rayna, Willy, Tiki and any others who need us, whether they be hunters, demons, or the oblivious mundane humans. I was chosen to carry the mark of the gods. I will stand up and be what the spirit named me: their protector.

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.

Magic lies in the little things

Purgatory was a bit damp,’ said Bengt, ‘but heaven was more or less as I’d imagined it.

I definitely smelled a delicious odor of steak and onions. But it turned out to be only a dirty shirt.

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Kai tau devyneri metai, atrodo, kad visada buvo devyneri ir visada taip ir bus devyneri. Kai ateina trisdešimt, tai šventai tiki, kad taip visą gyvenimą ir balansuosi ant šios puikios brandaus amžiaus ribos. O kai sukaks septyniasdešimt, tau visada ir amžinai bus septyniasdešimt. Žmogus gyvena dabartyje, vis tiek ar ji jauna, ar sena, o kitokios dabarties nėra.

Vis dėlto biblinė istorija turi ir senesnių prasmės klodų. Daugumoje semitų kalbų "Eva" (Ieva) reiškia "gyvatę" ar net "moteriškos lyties gyvatę". Taigi mūsų biblinės pramotės vardas slepia archajinį animistinį mitą, pagal kurį gyvatės yra ne mūsų priešai, o protėviai. Daugelis animistinių kultūrų tiki, kad žmonės kilo iš gyvūnų, įskaitant gyvates ir kitus roplius.

way I dealt with that great classic of modern adventure, Kon-Tiki Months later, watching this book remain first on the best-seller list for unbelievable week after week, I was able to rationalize my blindness by saying to myself that if McGraw-Hill had paid me more than ninety cents an hour I might have been more sensitive to the nexus between good books and filthy lucre.

... 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.

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.

None of the men I had in mind were Nazis. None resembled the men who’d marched through Charlottesville with tiki torches shouting, “You will not replace us!” But there was another spin on the game, and this was the one that worried me: Who in a showdown would accept the subjugation of women as a necessary political concession? Who would make peace with patriarchy if it meant a nominal win, or defend the accused for the sake of stability? The answer was more men than I’d been prepared to believe. I’d have to work harder not to alienate them, if only to make it harder for them to sell me out.

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.

No tempest at sea is harder on a man than to stand alone encircled by a firing squad of international authorities. A firm conviction of being in the right becomes your only armor against the barrage of assaults that can often be both personal and unfair. Yet dissidence and controversy are what bring science forward. Agreement and acceptance rarely stimulate experiments and progress.

They’re specialists, the whole lot of them, and they don’t believe in a method of work which cuts into every field of science from botany to archaeology. They limit their own scope in order to be able to dig in the depths with more concentration for details. Modern research demands that every special branch shall dig in its own hole. It’s not usual for anyone to sort out what comes up out of the holes and try to put it all together.

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.

Order number one, which came first and last, was: Hold on to the raft! Whatever happened, we must hang on tight on board and let the nine great logs take the pressure from the reef. We ourselves had more than enough to do to withstand the weight of the water. If we jumped overboard, we should become helpless victims of the suction which would fling us in and out over the sharp corals. The rubber raft would capsize in the steep seas or, heavily loaded with us in it, it would be torn to ribbons against the reef. But the wooden logs would sooner or later be cast ashore, and we with them, if we only managed to hold fast.

Tu insulto me ha ofendido. Si estuviéramos en los Picos, habríamos tenido que librar un duelo a la forma tradicional alil’tiki’i. —¿Y eso cómo es? —preguntó Teft—. ¿Con lanzas? Roca se echó a reír. —No, no. En los Picos no somos bárbaros como vosotros aquí abajo. —¿Cómo entonces? —preguntó Kaladin, sintiendo verdadera curiosidad. —Bueno —dijo Roca, soltando el verdín y sacudiéndose las manos—. Implica cerveza y cantar. —¿Y eso es un duelo? —El que puede cantar después de beber más cerveza es el ganador. Además, todo el mundo se emborracha tanto y tan pronto que probablemente olvidan de qué iba la discusión. Teft se echó a reír. [...] —Dunny —le dijo al joven—. Es un nombre extraño. ¿Qué significa? —¿Qué significa? —preguntó Dunny—. No lo sé. Los nombres no siempre tienen significado. Roca sacudió la cabeza, disconforme. […] -¿Entonces tu nombre significa algo? —preguntó Teft—. Nu…, ma…, nu… —Numuhukumakiaki​’aialunamor —dijo Roca. El comecuernos nativo sonaba fácil en sus labios—. Naturalmente. Describe la roca especial que descubrió mi padre el día antes de mi nacimiento. —¿Entonces tu nombre es una frase entera? —preguntó Dunny, inseguro, como si no estuviera seguro de encajar en el grupo. —Es un poema —dijo Roca—. En los Picos, todos los nombres son poemas. —¿Y eso? —dijo Teft, rascándose la cabeza—. Llamar a la familia a comer debe ser como escuchar a un coro. Roca se echó a reír. —Cierto, cierto. También provoca discusiones interesantes. Normalmente, los mejores insultos en los Picos son en forma de poemas, similares al nombre de la persona en composición y rima. —Kelek, parece un montón de trabajo. —Quizá por eso la mayoría de las discusiones terminan bebiendo —dijo Roca.” Pasaje de El camino de los reyes Brandon Sanderson

When the day of our departure was approaching, we went to the regular passport control office to get permission to leave the country. Bengt stood first in the line as interpreter. “What is your name?” asked a ceremonious little clerk, looking suspiciously over his spectacles at Bengt’s huge beard. “Bengt Emmerik Danielsson,” Bengt answered respectfully. The man put a long form into his typewriter. “By what boat did you come to Peru?” “Well, you see,” Bengt explained, bending over the mild little man, “I didn’t come by boat. I came to Peru by canoe.” The man looked at Bengt dumb with astonishment and tapped out “canoe” in an open space on the form. “And by what boat are you leaving Peru?” “Well, you see, again,” said Bengt politely, “I’m not leaving Peru by boat. I’m leaving by raft.” “A likely story!” the clerk cried angrily and tore the paper out of the machine. “Will you please answer my questions properly?

The birds had multiplied. She'd installed rows upon rows of floating melamine shelves above shoulder height to accommodate the expression of her once humble collection. Though she'd had bird figurines all over the apartment, the bulk of her prized collection was confined to her bedroom because it had given her joy to wake up to them every morning. Before I'd left, I had a tradition of gifting her with bird figurines. It began with a storm petrel, a Wakamba carving of ebony wood from Kenya I had picked up at the museum gift shop from a sixth-grade school field trip. She'd adored the unexpected birthday present, and I had hunted for them since. Clusters of ceramic birds were perched on every shelf. Her obsession had brought her happiness, so I'd fed it. The tiki bird from French Polynesia nested beside a delft bluebird from the Netherlands. One of my favorites was a glass rainbow macaw from an Argentinian artist that mimicked the vibrant barrios of Buenos Aires. Since the sixth grade, I'd given her one every year until I'd left: eight birds in total. As I lifted each member of her extensive bird collection, I imagined Ma-ma was with me, telling a story about each one. There were no signs of dust anywhere; cleanliness had been her religion. I counted eighty-eight birds in total. Ma-ma had been busy collecting while I was gone. I couldn't deny that every time I saw a beautiful feathered creature in figurine form, I thought of my mother. If only I'd sent her one, even a single bird, from my travels, it could have been the precursor to establishing communication once more. Ma-ma had spoken to her birds often, especially when she cleaned them every Saturday morning. I had imagined she was some fairy-tale princess in the Black Forest holding court over an avian kingdom. I was tempted to speak to them now, but I didn't want to be the one to convey the loss of their queen. Suddenly, however, Ma-ma's collection stirred. It began as a single chirp, a mournful cry swelling into a chorus. The figurines burst into song, tiny beaks opening, chests puffed, to release a somber tribute to their departed beloved. The tune was unfamiliar, yet its melancholy was palpable, rising, surging until the final trill when every bird bowed their heads toward the empty bed, frozen as if they hadn't sung seconds before. I thanked them for the happiness they'd bestowed on Ma-ma.

You’re going to do great,” Lizzy said as they reached the mini Tiki bar. The air was cool in the high fifties and the scent of various meats on the grill filled the air. Even though they’d had the party catered, apparently Grant had insisted on grilling some things himself. “I wouldn’t have recommended you apply for it otherwise.” Athena ducked behind the bar and grinned at the array of bottles and other garnishes. She’d been friends with Lizzy the past couple months and knew her friend’s tastes by now. As she started mixing up their drinks she said, “If I fail, hopefully they won’t blame you.” Lizzy just snorted but eyed the drink mix curiously. “Purple?” “Just wait. You’ll like it.” She rolled the rims of the martini glasses in sugar as she spoke. “Where’d you learn to do this?” “I bartended a little in college and there were a few occasions on the job where I had to assist because staff called out sick for an event.” There’d been a huge festival in Madrid she’d helped out with a year ago where three of the staff had gotten food poisoning, so in addition to everything else she’d been in charge of, she’d had to help with drinks on and off. That had been such a chaotic, ridiculous job. “At least you’ll have something to fall back on if you do fail,” Lizzy teased. “I seriously hope not.” She set the two glasses on the bar and strained the purple concoction into them. With the twinkle lights strung up around the lanai and the ones glittering in the pool, the sugar seemed to sparkle around the rim. “This is called a wildcat.” “You have to make me one of those too!” The unfamiliar female voice made Athena look up. Her eyes widened as her gaze locked with Quinn freaking Brody, the too-sexy-man with an aversion to virgins. He was with the tall woman who’d just asked Athena to make a drink. But she had eyes only for Quinn. Her heart about jumped out of her chest. What was he doing here of all places? At least he looked just as surprised to see her. She ignored him because she knew if she stared into those dark eyes she’d lose the ability to speak and then she’d inevitably embarrass herself. The tall, built-like-a-goddess woman with pale blonde hair he was with smiled widely at Athena. “Only if you don’t mind,” she continued, nodding at the drinks. “They look so good.” “Ah, you can have this one. I made an extra for the lush here.” She tilted her head at Lizzy with a half-smile. Athena had planned to drink the second one herself but didn’t trust her hands not to shake if she made another. She couldn’t believe Quinn was standing right in front of her, looking all casual and annoyingly sexy in dark jeans and a long-sleeved sweater shoved up to his elbows. Why did his forearms have to look so good? “Ha, ha.” Lizzy snagged her drink as Athena stepped out from behind the bar. “Athena, this is Quinn Brody and Dominique Castle. They both work for Red Stone but Dominique is almost as new as you.” Forcing a smile on her face, Athena nodded politely at both of them—and tried to ignore the way Quinn was staring at her. She’d had no freaking idea he worked for Red Stone. He looked a bit like a hungry wolf. Just like on their last date—two months ago. When he’d decided she was too much trouble, being a virgin and all. Jackass. “It’s so nice to meet you both.” She did a mental fist pump when her voice sounded normal. “I promised Belle I’d help out inside but I hope to see you both around tonight.” Liar, liar. “Me too. Thanks again for the drink,” Dominique said cheerfully while Lizzy just gave Athena a strange look. Athena wasn’t sure what Quinn’s expression was because she’d decided to do the mature thing—and studiously ignore him.

The animators who work here are free to—no, encouraged to—decorate their work spaces in whatever style they wish. They spend their days inside pink dollhouses whose ceilings are hung with miniature chandeliers, tiki huts made of real bamboo, and castles whose meticulously painted, fifteen-foot-high styrofoam turrets appear to be carved from stone.

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.

Blogiausia, ką galima įsivaizduoti, yra pražiopsoti ką nors, kuo tiki.

Tačiau kas naiviai tiki, jog moterų ašaros reiškia pasidavimą, menkai jas pažįsta.

A mí me tocó ser adolescente en el tiempo en que se leía a Salgari. Hoy poca gente lo hace y es lástima. Pobre Emilio Salgari, atado al banco de galeote de un editor italiano, produciendo novelas y novelas sin término sobre todo lo que en su tiempo pertenecía a la geografía fabulosa. Del fondo de la memoria me vienen los nombres de su India y su Malasia. Sandokan, Yáñez, Tremal Naik, Kammamuri, los «thugs» asesinos. Una geografía de visiones. Y también el «Libro de la jungla» de Kipling. Lo que está en alguna parte del nocturno, en invisible abajo, es la jungla de Kipling. Donde el tigre Shere-Kan bosteza y la pantera negra Bagheera se agazapa. La de Naga la cobra y Rikki-Tiki-Tavi la mangosta, la de los lobos de Seoanee y la de Balú el oso y la del consejo de animales y los cantos de las tribus. Los que vamos dentro del monótono tabaco del avión ya no tenemos nada en común con Mowgli, el niño-lobo, y estamos desterrados de por vida de la geografía de Salgari y de la zoología de Kipling.

Anyone, not just cast members, can wake up Jose the Macaw in the Enchanted Tiki Room. Simply ask a cast member as you enter, while the audience is being seated.

The Enchanted Tiki Room is the only attraction in the park with its own restrooms. This is because it was initially planned as a restaurant with a dinner show, but the Audio-Animatronic part turned out to be so spectacular and well-received that the dining concept was scrapped before opening.

I don’t know what I’d been hoping for, but it was something along the lines of, ‘Sorry I held out on you all these years—Colonel Mustard did it in the chapel with a tiki torch and a bottle of lighter fluid. And, oh yeah, here’s why.’ Clearly,

Bilas Šou tiki, kad jiedu su Deividu Luriu kadaise kartu išgėrė arbatos, todėl Deividas Luris yra jo draugas, ir jiedu yra įsipareigoję vienas kitam. Ar Bilas Šou teisus, ar klysta?

Here the professor fell silent and looked again at the camera crew. They, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. In anguish, the professor threw his tiki torch to the ground, where it broke into several pieces and went out. “I have come too early, my time is not yet. They have not realized that intelligence is dead, and yet they have done it themselves.

Quinn is somehow balancing all three Dole Whip floats in her hands. 'Should we eat these in the Tiki Room? Or just sit out here?' 'You can't not eat these in the Tiki Room,' Kat says. 'I can only enjoy pinapple soft serve when I'm being serenaded by animatronic parrots.

The German philosophical tradition that so deeply informed the outlook of American reformers and intellectuals such as John Dewey and Theodore Roosevelt has in our era split into mutually hostile progressive and nationalist camps that are, in these illiterate times, incapable of understanding the significance of their common intellectual patrimony. But the fact that the lame pudwhackers marching around Portland in black masks and carrying tiki-torches through Charlotte are too bone-deep stupid to appreciate this doesn’t mean that you, dear reader, must choose to be as well.

It’s queer,” said Liv, “but there are never breakers like this on the other side of the island.” “No,” Heyerdahl replied, “but this is the windward side, there’s always a sea running on this side.” This prompted him to begin thinking about the geography: how the sea was always “rolling in from eastward, eastward, eastward” and how the “eternal east wind” was always pushing it up over the horizon to the islands. The first men who reached these islands knew well enough that this was so. . . . And we knew ourselves that far, far below the horizon to eastward, where the clouds came up, lay the open coast of South America. It was 4,300 sea miles away, and there was nothing but sea between. An old Marquesan who was sitting with them then offered this tidbit of information: “Tiki,” he said, “was both god and chief. It was Tiki who brought my ancestors to these islands where we live now. Before that we lived in a big country beyond the sea.

That night when Heyerdahl went to bed, the stories of Tiki and his ancient homeland swirled in his mind, “accompanied by the muffled roar of the surf in the distance,” sounding, he thought, “like a voice from far-off times which . . . had something it wanted to tell.” Suddenly it struck him that the sculptures he had seen up in the forest, “the huge stone figures of Tiki,” as he called them, were “remarkably like the gigantic monoliths which are relics of extinct civilizations in South America.” And so, he wrote, “the whole thing began.

The unsolved mysteries of the South Seas had fascinated me . . . and I had made my objective the identification of the legendary hero Tiki.” According to the ethnologist Edward Handy, Tiki was one of many gods in the Marquesan pantheon. He was a trickster figure who was also known as the first ancestor of men, whom he created through his union with a heap of sand. The word tiki was also used generically in the Marquesas, as it is in other parts of Polynesia, to mean figures carved in human or animal form that depict deified ancestors or family gods.

In the past, Handy believed, the word had likely meant “a figure or design representing a procreating human progenitor, referring back always to the ultimate origin of man.” Heyerdahl, however, became convinced that Tiki was a historical figure.

Many of the things Heyerdahl claimed were simply not true. Polynesians were not sun worshippers; the Tahitian word pahi did not translate as “raft”; the moai of Easter Island were not identical, or even very similar, to the megalithic sculptures of Tiwanaku; the languages of the Pacific Northwest were not related to those of Polynesia. And then there was the cringe-making problem of the “white god” Kon-Tiki. Much of Heyerdahl’s argument rested on the need, as he saw it, to explain the presence of sophisticated megalithic masonry and sculpture on the islands of eastern Polynesia. His solution—the arrival of a mysterious white civilization that then inexplicably vanishes, leaving behind evidence of its superior know-how and taste—is a familiar European fantasy trope of the 1920s and ’30s. Among professional anthropologists of the 1950s, it was impossible to take seriously, and a few were prepared to concede what is now obvious: that it was difficult “to avoid reading racism from this work.

Here’s how they make a spicy grapefruit margarita at Colonel Teddy’s Tiki Bar on Siesta Key: Take a fresh habañero pepper, cut it in half, and then steep it in three ounces of Pueblo Viejo tequila. Next, add an ounce of freshly squeezed lime juice, an ounce of freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, and then one ounce of simple syrup plus a couple handfuls of crushed ice. Cover and shake it

for no less than thirty seconds and then immediately pour it, ice and all, into a mason jar with a salted rim, garnished with a wedge of key lime or meyer lemon or both. You can specify how hot you like it. For example, if you ask for “pleasantly spicy,” they’ll drop the pepper in a cocktail shaker, pour in the tequila, and then remove the pepper immediately. If you ask for “taste-bud abusive,” they’ll let the pepper sit with the tequila for a couple of minutes. Ask for “medical supervision advised,” and they’ll use a safely guarded reserve that’s been steeping for who knows how long. And here’s how you drink a spicy grapefruit margarita at Colonel Teddy’s Tiki Bar on Siesta Key: as slowly as possible.

Havel's a little bitch and he needs to die, cause there's only one king of this forest and he doesn't have a granite club. He's got a tiki skirt and a whole shit load of resolve. Let's go.

My experience is that we can learn from each other’s stories, one another’s views of the world, and grow as long as we are open to it. Sometimes it means adjusting a small daily routine and at other times shifting complete paradigms. That’s where the magic happens.

So I sat there and listened and started disintegrating. This has happened twice before. The first time was in the Tiki Room at the Bombay Oberoi, listening to a Bengali play guitar and sing 'My Way.' The second time was in a Zapatista village in the mountains of Chiapas, listening to a young woman from Montana play guitar and sing 'Redemption Song.' Both times I was left in little pieces that took a long time to push back together. And there along the river, listening to our music, all about yearning for freedom, I again felt overwhelmed by the same juxtapositions and ironies.

Knut Haugland spent 101 days in 1947 as the radio operator on the Kon-Tiki, a simple raft that crossed the Pacific Ocean with only a six-man crew. Beyond offering great adventure, the journey exorcised his own demons.

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

The Enchanted Tiki Room was often said to have been Walt's favorite. Not bad for an attraction originally conceived as a restaurant-one with the show, of course!

- Apleista bažnyčia! - pagaliau prabilo Gedis. - Tikra metafora. Vieta, kur palaidotas miręs Dievas. Ne Kristus, žinoma, ir ne barzdotasis Sabaotas su šventu karveliu po pažastim. Miręs Lietuvos Dievas. Kiekvienam lietuviui reiktų kasdien užeiti į apleistą, pridergtą bažnyčią. Juk tai mūsų dvasios atspindys: buvusios didybės liekanos ir šiukšlės, nuolaužos, dulkės. Mums būtina kasdien matyti, kad visi mūsų dievai mirę. Kad net visiškoj nevilty neturėsim į ką kreiptis. Juk mes seniai niekuo nebetikim. Kremlium šiandien gali tikėti vien idiotai, Kristum - fanatikai, lietuvių tautos dvasia - paranojikai, laikantys norima esamu. Proto galia, deja, tiki tik kvailiai.

Like the legends of Kon-Tiki Viracocha [...], the South American civilizing hero, white-skinned and bearded like Quetzalcoatl and the Apkallu sages [...], who was said to have come to the Andes during a terrifying period, thousands of years in the past, "when the earth had been inundated by a great flood and plunged into darkness by the disappearance of the sun." (Exactly like Quetzalcoatl in Mexico, and the Apkallu sages in Mesopotamia, Viracocha's civilizing mission in the Andes had been to bring laws and a moral code to the survivors of the disaster, and to teach them the skills of agriculture, architecture and engineering.

Another point of interest about the Tiahuanaco [in Bolivia] monoliths is that their garments from the waist down are patterned in the form of fish scales. Here, too, is a parallel to the Apkallus--the bearded, "fish-garbed figures" who brought high civilization to Mesopotamia [...]. Nor is it as though bearded figures are missing from the repertoire of Tiahuanaco. Two have survived, and one on the pillar in the semi-subterranean temple has been identified since time immemorial with the great civilizing deity Kon-Tiki Viracocha, [...] who is described in multiple myths and traditions as being white skinned and bearded.

Welcome to the Hala Kahiki Lounge,” he said to Graciella. “The finest tiki bar in Chicagoland.

At some point it’s irresponsible not to connect what a man says with what he does... “Who Goes Nazi,” Dorothy Thompson’s famous Harper’s piece from 1941, sprang to the collective mind... None of the men I had in mind were Nazis. None resembled the men who’d marched through Charlottesville with tiki torches shouting, “You will not replace us!” But there was another spin on the game, and this was the one that worried me: Who in a showdown would accept the subjugation of women as a necessary political concession? Who would make peace with patriarchy if it meant a nominal win, or defend the accused for the sake of stability? The answer was more men than I’d been prepared to believe. I’d have to work harder not to alienate them, if only to make it harder for them to sell me out.

He’d apply his three basic rules, none of which related to what people know as tiki-taka: they were, rather, intense attack, quick pressure when the ball is lost and having one more player in the midfield than your opponents.

We like it here very much. The All-Night Convenience was a fully stocked, self-sufficient organism, like the Starship Enterprise, or the Kon-Tiki.

Blazing bamboo torches lit the way to the tiki hut beside Sarasota Bay at Mote Marine Aquarium. The thatch-roofed pavilion sheltered wooden picnic tables wrapped with raffia skirting and crowned with centerpieces of conch shells filled with sprays of orchids. Potted palms and red hibiscuses had been placed around the perimeter of the outdoor room. The atmosphere was redolent with roasting pork and salt air. "This is ridic!" exclaimed Piper. "We're never leaving." She scooped a watermelon margarita garnished with a paper umbrella from the tray of a passing server. Jack helped himself to a Captain Morgan on the rocks. "To us," he said, raising his glass. Trays of skewered beef teriyaki and sweet-and-sour chicken were passed.

Despite having the largest budget in the league, Guardiola had failed to mount a serious challenge of any sort. And the media seized on his continued failure to reach a Champions League final without Messi, his on-field nuclear weapon. All of it was proof that his tippy-tappy tiki-taka might have worked in Spain or Germany, but Guardiola couldn’t expect to try that stuff in Manchester and succeed. The phrase “Welcome to the Premier League, Pep” was uttered and printed sarcastically more times that season than anyone could count. The tabloids even had a new name for this delicate Catalan genius. Fraudiola.

Everyone needed an escape sometimes. Some used drugs or alcohol. She used books, and anyone who thought that was childish could go fuck themselves with a Tiki torch.

There must always be evil, and you might as well give it name and be able to look it in the eye

Some used drugs or alcohol. She used books, and anyone who thought that was childish could go fuck themselves with a Tiki torch.

As soon as the park opens, ride Seven Dwarfs Mine Train in Fantasyland. 3. Take Peter Pan’s Flight in Fantasyland. 4. In Adventureland, take the Jungle Cruise. 5. Experience Pirates of the Caribbean. 6. Ride Big Thunder Mountain Railroad in Frontierland. 7. Ride Splash Mountain. While you’re in line for Splash Mountain, use mobile ordering to order lunch. The best spot nearby is Pecos Bill Tall Tale Inn & Cafe, also in Frontierland. 8. Eat lunch. 9. Ride The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. 10. Take the It’s a Small World boat ride. 11. Tour The Haunted Mansion around the corner in Liberty Square. 12. See the Country Bear Jamboree in Frontierland. 13. Experience Walt Disney’s Enchanted Tiki Room around the corner in Adventureland. 14. Tour the Swiss Family Treehouse. 15. See Mickey’s PhilharMagic in Fantasyland. 16. Ride Under the Sea: Journey of the Little Mermaid. If you’re staying in the park for dinner, order dinner using mobile ordering. 17. Eat dinner.

grapefruit margarita at Colonel Teddy’s Tiki Bar on Siesta Key: Take a fresh habañero pepper, cut it in half, and then steep it in three ounces of Pueblo Viejo tequila. Next, add an ounce of freshly squeezed lime juice, an ounce of freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, and then one ounce of simple syrup plus a couple handfuls of crushed ice. Cover and shake it for no less than thirty seconds and then immediately pour it, ice and all, into a mason jar with a salted rim, garnished with a wedge of key lime or meyer lemon or both.

Today, and each dawn, Elsa lights a candle and burns incense before the ivory porcelain statue of Kwan Yin, Chinese Goddess of Wisdom and Compassion. She builds a fire in the stone fireplace beneath Ella Young's enchanting face, and sits in the curved chair. The cat, Lady Tiki, purrs on her lap. They gaze out the window at the "dancing dryads," madrone, bay laurel, live oak. Rose-lipped fuschias nod at them through the glass. Elsa's beautiful bright eyes watch the flames. She begins to write. Abigail Hemstreet San Anselmo, CA April 1982

guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn’t a final destination. You don’t one day end up there and get to stay. It’s there, it’s not there. It’s in and out, like the surf I could hear outside my window as I lay in that bed. Sometimes forgiveness is so far away you can barely imagine its possibility, and other times, surprising times, like when a tiki man is looking at you from a bedside table, it is a sudden, unexpected visitor who stays briefly before moving on.

few months into our relationship, Barack invited me to come home with him to Honolulu over Christmas, so I could see the place where he’d grown up. I immediately said yes. I’d never been to Hawaii. I’d never even imagined getting myself to Hawaii. My only conception of the place was a kind of pop-media fantasy involving ukuleles, tiki torches, grass skirts, and coconuts. My impressions were largely if not entirely derived from the Brady Bunch’s three-episode visit to Oahu in 1972, in which Greg took up surfing, Jan and Marcia wore bikinis, and Alice threw out her back learning to hula. I incorporated what I thought I knew about Hawaii into my daydreams about what spending Christmas there would be like. Barack and I were still in the fantasy stage of our new relationship, so it all felt fitting. We hadn’t yet had a fight.