Footwear

Am I missing something? Like when buzz cuts and flat top haircuts for men were completely out of fashion for years then one day, we looked up and ...... voila.....everybody's wearing one.

After work and on weekends, I find myself walking around quite a bit here in Honolulu and most of the time, I have at least one camera on me. I began to snicker and grin as I looked at the footwear of the visitors in and around the hotels and on the sidewalks on Kalakaua and Kuhio streets and coyly snap a picture of footwear. No, I don't have some kind of fetish, I've gone off on shirts, ties, car styles, you name it, I've obsessed a lot of things. I've even obsessed over what the odds are of a penny landing heads up when dropped.

I began to see loads of men, some much younger than myself, wearing socks with dress shoes or socks with sandals. I'm not exactly on the cutting edge of fashion and probably have no room to judge but the guys look so much as that proverbial fish out of water. Somehow, they've survived 10 hours of flying from Omaha, put on their airport leis and run out to the ABC Store and buy 2 or 3 T shirts. Then on day 2, they catch the bus to Hilo Hattie's, get some free beads and buy a much needed supply of Aloha Shirts. BUT......8 year old sandals and socks? Shorts and lace-ups from Zappo's? Give me a break.

There might be a number of points to consider here, so I'll think on these questions and get back with you on it.

• Why does it bother me ?
  
• Is it any of my business ?
  
• Who died and made me the fashion police ?
  
• I may have missed a fashion turn somewhere ?
  
• I've been there too long ?
  

Somebody help me.

Arts Weekend

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Friday, I found out that one of the ladies I work with has a very close friend who is an art instructor and artist. Mark Brown, was born and grew up here in Hawai`i and runs uninstructed drawing classes at the Chaminade University of Honolulu. His work includes several murals, commissioned paintings and numerous C D album covers .

Friday evening, he and his students had showings of their works on Smith Street (Chinatown), Honolulu and Mark gave a demonstration in the painting of a live model.

Saturday, his students met at the Haleiwa Boat Harbor on the north shore where he gave a "plein air' demonstration by painting a landscape of the harbor. His students were an eclectic mixture of ages, occupations and backgrounds.

It was very informative and he and his students enjoy each other's company. His websites are: http://www.marksarthawaii.com/
and http://www.marknbrownfineart.com/

Home for Easter

Although I'm living in paradise, it's been 3 months since I was last home and I really miss my family, friends and just being home.

I caught a plane out of Honolulu Thursday night and arrived dead tired in Baton Rouge late Friday morning. I cashed in a free rental car and headed north with Darlene for a whirlwind trip to see all of the North Louisiana bunch.

We met at my brother Ricky's new home. My Mama arrived shortly after Darren and I arrived then soon Darlene came with Donna and the two boys. 3 of Rick's girls were there as well and we cooked fish outside around the pool. It sure was great seeing everyone in one place because I was dog tired from flying and driving.

After spending the night with Mama, I met Darlene, Donna and the boys at the Biedenhorn home on Riverside Drive in Monroe to take a few Easter shots of Devin and Hagan.

By noon, we're on the road again toward Baton Rouge to meet at Jared and Jaime's house for an Easter dinner there with Laurie, Jo Ann and Lindsey. It was nice and relaxing there, no pressure and everyone was really laid back. I'd now been home for 36 hours and had not yet been to my own home so around 8:00 PM, we blast off home.

Sunday, I'm still dragging around half asleep and very tired from the jet lag, so after a noon lunch at Robert and Janet's with Lou and Blaise and Susan and her kids, Kate and Nick, we slipped back to the house for a couple of hours worth of nap time.

We had tentatively agreed to drive up to St Francisville to meet our friends, Louis and Jan so we managed to drag ourselves out off the sofa and recliner and drive up there for coffee and pie.

Monday morning, I rode Boudreau back up to meet Louis in St Francisville. After gassing up, wet crossed the Mississippi on the ferry and headed up through New Roads along the river on old Highway 15. It was pretty desolate but it was good to get the cobwebs out of my brain by putting some miles on those Harleys. Overall, it was a 200 mile round trip from and to St Francisville and would be 300 for me when I eventually arrived at Dutchtown.

Crossing the river from Vidalia to Natchez, we stopped off at Fat Mama's Tamales for some Gringo Pie before heading east over to Roxie, MS to head south back into Woodville, MS. That's just north of Louis' home. I left him back there and headed back toward Baton Rouge for a short visit again with Jared, Jaime and Henry. It was a short visit but I had to pack up for my flight out back to Honolulu at 9 AM the next morning.

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It was a great visit but tiresome. To add to it all, it took me a couple more days to recover from the flight back here in Hawaii.

Week in review

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It's been a slow week, which really is good. However, that's like Louisiana weather; if you don't like how it is, wait a day and you'll get an entire different version.

For the past three months, I've made the same 15 mile trek to work 5 days a week and sometimes you don't even remember what you saw barring anything different. Every day, I pass the same watercress farm on Kamehameha in Pearl Ridge and every day, I see workers out harvesting watercress and think, that would be an awesome shot if those workers were somehow out in the middle of the field/pond. Well, it finally happened. The only thing better would be a little more light. Anyway, I parked my car up a way and walked back down the road so I could take advantage of the best angle for the shot.

Incidentally, you'll see a band of aluminum wrapped around most of the palm trees. I've been told that's to keep rats from climbing up and nesting among the coconuts.

This weekend, I just didn't have much of a plan so early, I took a long walk checking out things going on at 6 AM. ( I'll make a post on the "Night Shift" at a more appropriate time). One thing about early mornings is there is virtually no one out under 40 years old unless they were going home, arriving for work or sleeping on the beach.

I watched for a while as Japanese tourists offered up prayers at an alter next to the Waikiki Beach police office while surfboard kiosk owners unlocked their inventory of rental equipment. I must confess, at first I thought they were taking pictures of something with little digital cameras, the way they had their hands out. Perhaps it's time for that optometric appointment I've been putting off.

Later, I walked the Ala Wai canal as Hawaiian canoe racers lined up for a sprint down to the McCully Street bridge.

Enough of this nonsense, it was time to scrounge up a breakfast somewhere.

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HereTamaNui

"HereTama Nui - Man with Great Love"

I've always tried NEVER to be a tourist and always a traveler or visitor. Since Hawai'i is my favorite spot in the world, visitor carries a little different connotation than it would in Louisiana. Visitor in Hawai'i is just a kind way of saying tourist and some definitions of traveler relates to Gypsy of which I definitely am not. (I digress)

Anyway, what I'm getting at is, I've been working here on Oahu for several months now and slowly the loveliness of the culture reveals itself. This week, Michelle, the nice lady with whom I work, presented me with a T-shirt from Heretama Nui, a drum and dancing group that she and her significant other (Allen) are members. Heretama Nui is a Tahitian style group that is widely known here and has won contests locally as well as first place at the 2000 Tahiti Fête of San Jose. Allen's mother founded the dancing group years ago and he and his brothers are the drummers. At this point there are at least 100 members of the group. Check out this YouTube video of a practice session. Sorry, I can't find one of their dances or an actual contest.

Scuba Dive at Hawaii Kai / Koko Head

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After receiving an invitation to dive off Koko Head, I boarded Captain Joe's boat at the Hawaii Kai boat ramp and went out with a dozen or so brave souls for a cave and drift dive. For the first dive, we dropped down to 55 feet to the mouth of Spitting Cave. It goes back a couple of hundred feet and to where you can see the surface. There wasn't a lot of wild life in there but lots of small starfish on the corals.


As we exited the cave, we began a drift dive seeing fish, eels, turtles and various corals. The current was moderate and the idea behind it was that Captain Joe would follow our bubble trails until we surfaced.

After 40 minutes or so, we were nearing the end of our air so we surfaced for about 45 minutes before dropping back down for another drift dive.

One thing different this time was the audible sounds of whales. We had not seen any of them from the boat but under the water, you knew they were there. If you choose, turn up your volume and you can hear the whale songs as well as my regulator. The diver is Katie, one of our diving buddies for that dive.

Also, Dave, another dive buddy found a sea snake. Being from Louisiana and growing up around water moccasins, I've never been all that fond of playing with snakes but didn't have any qualms about watching someone else do it.

If you watched it, you'll see that as Dave got a little personal with the snake, I began to rise away from it. It wasn't intentional but I guess the anticipation of the snake coming out of the coral caused me to take a deep breath therefore I began to rise.

Bye noon, we were back at the harbor and off the boat. It was a very nice day and enjoyed it.

She's Baaaaack!

She's baaaaaaaack!!!.....Darlene, that is.....and Honolulu missed her. Yep, the company was kind enough to send her back for a 10 day visit instead of me taking a lot of time off to get home. In light of her excitement, I thought I'd stir the pot a bit and find something flashy to pick her up in, so the fine folks at National Rental Car hooked me up with a new Sebring convertible.

Oh, by the way, you can click on most of these photos for a larger view.

She arrived late Wednesday night and spent most of the day Thursday recovering from a very long flight. While Maui is her first choice, she does enjoy Waikiki and does a lot of people watching.

Friday afternoon, we hopped an Aloha flight over to Maui, dropped in to the Maui Dreams Dive shop and booked dives on the Maui Diamond II for Saturday and Sunday.

Saturday's trip to Molokini crater was interrupted several times by whales. Each time we spotted one within 100 yards of our trajectory, we were obliged by law to stop. Really, there were no complaints because we really enjoyed the sights of the whale calves cruising around our boat.

Arriving at Molokini crater, we suited up and after a briefing from the dive masters, took the plunge into 50' waters with 125 foot visibility. Now that's great visibility. I've seen worse on dry land back home in Louisiana.

After that dive, for reasons still unclear to me, we decided to head back toward Wailea Point on Maui. While it was still a great dive, it didn't have the visibility of Molokini. Our dive master has a favorite spot she likes to go to where there's a lot of native species of fish and sea creatures and gets pretty excited about it, so off we went to greet various fish, shrimp, mantas and turtles.

One thing that kept us mesmerized was the constant sounds of the whales in the water. We were never without that sound and made you wonder if you might find yourself face to face with one at any moment 50 feet below the surface.

Late Sunday morning, we met a Maalaea Harbor and cast off up the coast in the direction of Lahaina. The water was pretty choppy at first and again we had to stop several times to let the whales get out of our way. At a distance we were treated many times with breaches out of the water. Our destination was the sunken schooner, Carthaginian lying at 95 feet. It had been in the Lahaina harbor for a few years and eventually towed out to sea where it had been sunk for recreational diving. Captain Don had arranged to rendezvous with a small submarine that brought tours by several times daily. It was pretty neat, seeing the masts, ropes, and cables still attached. We were somewhat unclear as to whether we were the attraction for the tourists in the sub or they were the attraction for a bunch of divers. Either way, it worked out.

The late afternoon dive brought us back to a Manta Ray cleaning station where cleaning wrasse (fish) would eat away algae from the gills and bodies of the manta rays. The mantas are graceful creatures that seem to fly through the water and remind you of stealth fighter planes as they bank over you. The trick to seeing mantas is to stay low in the water and ignore them. The moment you rise up high or head in their direction, they leave as quickly as they come.

As bad as we hated it, we were back on a plane to Oahu Monday afternoon with photos, memories and just a little salt water still in our hair.

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Saturday, March 1, 2008

Ms Darlene had to go back. We had a wonderful time here and she hated to go but knew she had to. Sometimes, you have to face reality and realize there are other things and people needing attention.

She was supposed to arrive in New Orleans at 8 AM Sunday but since this was Delta, she was on, you have to either expect delays, missed connections or lost luggage. Never would she have dreamed that the last leg of her flight to New Orleans would have generated so much excitement. As it turns out, just as the plane was coming into Louis Armstrong Airport, they lost power from one of the engines. According to Darlene, there were a few tense moments when the pilot said there was nothing to worry about because he and the co-pilot had to do it a couple of times before. I don't know about you, but I'd think once was enough. Anyway, they did land safely even though firetrucks were chasing the Delta flight down the runway as it taxied in.

Hallelujah, she's safe! Personally, I think she's earned her wings.

The Dishwasher (or C R gets job offer)

Monday

C R Albritton

Arriving back at the hotel after work Monday, I parked the car and immediately walked several blocks over to the Cheesecake Factory looking for an early dinner (supper back in Louisiana). I didn't even change clothes from work because usually the wait is from 30 to 50 minutes. Sometimes, you can slip past the long line, make your way back to the back bar and order from a stool if you don't mind eating at a bar.

Running a gauntlet of waiters and patrons I approached the bar and saw absolutely no one sitting there nor was there a bartender. It had not entered my mind that since this was Monday, the bar was closed but just as I was about to turn back, a guy rounded the bar coming from the kitchen about 4 or 5 steps in front of a tightly grouped gaggle of subordinates.

Let's stop here and set this up. The mannerisms of this guy was almost a comic version of the "Jack MacFarland" character on the Will & Grace sitcom and the way his followers waddled after him made him look as if he was really the head duck there. When he stopped, his posse, still in formation, nearly tripped over each other.

Before I could turn and dismiss myself, Mr Duck was right in my face (not hostile). With a small stack of papers in his hand, he pointed and shook them at me in time with a staccato voice saying, "I_can_use_you_right_now_I_need_a_dishwasher_just_fill_out_ these_papers_and_get_to_work!

Halfway apologetically, I said, "Nope, I was just hoping to order dinner from the bar."

Mr Duck, without missing a beat, pulled back his paper to his shoulder, arched his wrist then lightly snapped it at me as if there were an imaginary insect between us and said, "nnnnnnnnnnnnn....No!"

"Adios", I said. as I turned and went the opposite direction. His entourage let out a couple of muffled giggles, whether at him or me, it's anyone's guess. I suppose I'll never know how that job offer would have turned out.

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Dinner At Denny's

Tuesday

Sitting in Denny's on Kuhio Street, Honolulu, I scanned the menu trying to find something to eat that didn't have a bun wrapped around it. I had decided on the Grilled Seagull...er.. Chicken Salad and was patiently waiting for the waiter to get to me to take my order.

There was an older gentleman, probably in his late 70s, seated near me and was having a difficult time communicating with what was probably an eastern European waiter.

Let's call the waiter Ivan and the older patron, Walter.

Ivan: "Vhat vould jew like fah dinnah, sir?"

Walter (loudly): "What do you get with this?", pointing at a picture on the menu.

Ivan: "Dat comes vith two side otters."

Walter(loudly): I don't know what this is!"

Ivan: "Dat is a chicken fried steak, sir. Vhat vould you like fah your side otters?"

Walter(loudly): "Medium well!"

Ivan: "Vell sir, it comes vell done."

Walter (loudly): "No, I want it medium well!"

Ivan (getting a bit loud himself): "No sir, it hast to be vell done because is a hamburger steak, battered and deep fried and you need to choose two side otters!!"

Walter (loudly): "It says "STEAK"....and what is a "side otter"?"

Ivan (louder): "It's a deep fried hamburger and it comes vith mixed vegetables, mashed potatoes, cole slaw or french fries dat you choose two of!".

By now the commotion has attracted the attention of management and they shuffle poor Ivan off to probably the potato peeling machine.

The manager trainee asks Walter, "What would you like sir?" Walter points to the chicken fried steak and says, "medium well". The manager trainee says, "Yessir, that comes with mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables", nods affirmatively and takes off.

Walter sits there, shaking his head and mumbling to himself, "How can it be a steak if it's a hamburger?"

Rest In Peace Robin

Robin Theresa Parent Guedry Broussard March 14, 1955 ----- February 1, 2008

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Rest in peace, Robin Broussard, rest in peace.


Robin & Gary

YEAR OF THE RAT

Ah so, Grasshopper.

February 7 begins the Chinese New Year, Year of the Rat. but Honolulu kicked it off early Friday, February 1 with Lion Dances in Chinatown.

After changing clothes at the office in Aiea, I headed back toward Honolulu & Chinatown. Already, the street department had placed "No Parking" signs along the streets, so I drove around several blocks looking for a place to park. Finding a Jaycee parking lot just off River Street, I wandered Chinatown for an hour or so checking out the stores, restaurants and the curiosities.

Vendors were beginning to set up food booths along the streets and shop owners worked toward bringing in boxes of merchandise still on the sidewalks. I bought some food in a little restaurant while waiting for something to happen.
Troupes of mostly young people gathered on the sidewalks trying to stay dry while showers of rain intermittently blew across the city.

Six O'clock came and the police began blocking off streets while more people began to thicken the sidewalks. The adage, "It's better for people to think you're stupid than to open your mouth and remove all doubt" came to mind, so I didn't ask what or how all this "Lion Dance" thing worked. I had assumed there was going to be some kind of Grand Marshall with a formal parade but as it turned out, groups gathered all over the area on Beretania, Hotel and River streets. Somebody said, "there's the mayor" so I figured I must be in or near something official. I turned and saw an entourage with a very tall man in the middle of it. He stood at least a head taller than the nearest Chinaman around.
Within a few minutes a lot of noise began. Trust me it was A LOT OF NOISE. Firecrackers like you have never heard being nearly drowned out by drums, cymbals and gongs sounding much like pots and pan from Mama's kitchen.
Two young men donned each of the many Lion costumes and danced in the area, amidst the smoke of the firecrackers and deafening sounds of the drums, gongs and cymbals.
The dancers went to various businesses where they frightened the evil spirits away by dancing vigorously around the firecrackers and eventually entering the business itself. I watched as they went to all the banks and several other businesses. I wondered if there was a bank around that wouldn't let them in.
Between business blessings/dances/enchantments or whatever they truly were, lions would accept gifts from individuals in the streets. They stepped up and offered gifts of money to the dancer by handing it to him through the mouth of the lion. Feeding the kitty, so to speak.

It was a very friendly and non-intimidating evening.

Saturday morning was much of the same except more food, more people and much better light.

After a couple of hours of this, it was apparent that I'd be filling up my hard drive with more and more photos.
Here's a link to a YouTube video. It is not by me.

With that in mind, I made it back to my car and had lunch. What you ask? Panda Express of course.
Ironically, it was going on the same time people in New Orleans were kicking off Mardi Gras and much safer, streetwise.
These photos are posted at http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=51473102%40N00&q=yearoftherat&m=tags or the slideshow at http://www.flickr.com/search/show/?q=YearOfTheRat&m=tags&w=51473102%40N00