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Rainbows Are Lessons
At least this one was. I don't REALLY believe in omens or messages from the universe, but you know, I kinda do. This rainbow really made me think at just the right moment. Unfortunately it told me that having a blog about Hawai'i is fueling my junk-food-ego-boost-habit. Whatevs, it's worth it!
Scenes from Mokaki Lounge: Outdoors
Breathe. Be here now. Practice gratitude. The breeze is blowing. The sky alternates between clouds and rain to blues and sunshine. The birds sing. Everything is green. I am fortunate to be alive.
Guy Hagi!!! I've had a crush on this Hawaii weather reporter since high school. It's become a tradition long past its due date - but seriously, dude's adorbs.
My Experiences as a Haole in Hawai'i
I spent four years total living in Hawai'i - third grade, junior and senior year of high school and freshman year of college.
Elementary school was hell for me. I was way taller than the other kids (most of whom were at least part Asian), and got picked on a lot. I ended up getting violent and being sent to the principal's office a lot, which was totally new for me.
In high school, I still felt really isolated, but I did find some pockets of belonging that I really loved - French and AP English class, my web design classes at KCC - all racial melting post - and my group of mostly white freaks: the punks, ravers, skaters and goths.
Even so - I got involved with a much older guy and I failed to build or maintain strong relationships with people my age. So every year when I return, I struggle between feeling like kama a'ina (a local) and a tourist. I struggle with being a politically conscious haole.
When I got really into politics, I got really into researching Hawai'ian history and the Hawai'ian sovereignty movement, somewhat inspired by my dad's "Hawai'ian activist friends" as I call them. Their pained songs and angry spoken word about the state of the Hawai'ian people got me reading a lot of literature about it.
So here I am. Just about once a year. Here to try to relax and enjoy "paradise", but without a real social circle. I come here and behave like a tourist and think like a local. And I care deeply about the fight to Free Hawai'i, but I've never been involved in the cause and can't really do much but talk about it from Seattle.
I have a rock that our kahuna friend gave to me when I moved away - he blessed me and told me I was welcome back anytime. And that means so much to me, it does. But when I come here, I still feel somewhat isolated and useless.
I haven't yet sorted it all out, to be honest.
Beware of falling, heat-seeking coconuts that will chase you and try to kill you and your entire family.
Urban Hike: Waikiki
Scenes from the beach. Waikiki is hands down the most touristy part of O'ahu. Parts of it feel like candy - you know it's bad for you but it tastes so good. You let yourself enjoy it. Some parts feel empty and uber-materialistic and sterile, despite the sand and the palm trees and the barefoot bars.
But the beauty and spirit of the land is undeniable. It shines through the landscaped beaches and the Japanese tour buses shaped like whales and the high end jewelry shops.
One of my favourite places on the planet: Dad's porch. Beautiful green hills beyond and a nice little tarp hut to stay dry when it rains. The sound of the wind is so intense today.
Ahhhhhhhhhhh. So good to be back in Hawai'i. Take a deep breath.
Not Hawaii-related but my dad's been making fruit infused vodkas! My dad is awesome. That dark one is blueberry ginger... Holy hell.
Musings on Hawai'i from a Haole Punk
I take a trip to see my dad in Hawai'i about once a year. All the photos I take and the thoughts I think are interesting, but not particularly appropriate for my music blog, political blog or freelance blog.
So I'm going to start posting photos and thoughts here. You can expect photos of "paradise", local food and proof of the melting pot, and this haole punk's musings on Hawai'ian culture and the politics of sovereignty.