Which displays better — kahakō or kahakō — in the HawaiiStories aggregator? In the first case, I cut-and-pasted an “o” with a macron from another web page; in the second, I typed in “& # 3 3 3 ;” (without the spaces).
Archive for 2005
The boys and I went to the UH Mānoa SOEST Open House last weekend. I forgot to bring a camera, otherwise I’d post a few pictures. All the SOEST researchers had displays and presentations of one sort or another. They ranged from play-doh and paint activities for little kids all the way up to posters that were obviously re-used from the presenter’s last academic conferences, and lots in between. It was cool seeing the diversity of research topics that were being covered.
Last week Judy and the kids were at the local 99 Ranch Market and they saw this. It’s a crane game, except that instead of stuffed animals or toys, the prizes are live lobsters.
It costs 50¢ per try. I wonder how often someone wins?
There weren’t any bags or containers obviously nearby. So what happens if you do manage to get a lobster? Do you have to carry it around with you as you shop, its rubber-banded claws feebly waving in distress? Should you bring your own bag in anticipation of winning a lobster?
Do all 99 Ranch Markets have these machines?
(The folks over at HawaiiThreads.com noticed this machine a while ago, but I’d forgotten about that thread until Judy showed me her photos.)
So many questions…
Arrr! Today be the 11th Annual International Talk Like A Pirate Day, a day t’ swagger and speak as if ‘twere 1700 and Blackbeard still sailed the Spanish Main. Why? There need be no reason. Talkin’ like a pirate be reason a-plenty!
Chris, Kirk, Jayson, Chris, and I hiked the Pu‘u Pia trail on Labor Day. (I’ve been lazy and didn’t write it up until tonight.) Pu‘u Pia is a small hill in Mānoa Valley. It’s a short easy trail, just right for a couple of hours of pleasant walking.
Today marks one year that I’ve been biking to work. In the past twelve months, I’ve biked to work 128 days and driven to work 84 days. At first all this biking was prompted by my doctor’s nagging me to be more active, but in the last few months another reason to bike to work has grown in importance. My office’s neighborhood in Kaka‘ako is undergoing major changes. HCDA has closed several streets for renovation and/or realignment, and the new UH medical school has started up a few blocks away. The net result is that there is a whole lot less street parking available than there used to be. Last year, upon seeing me at the bike rack, folks in my building used to comment on my getting good exercise, but these days they’re more likely to say, Oh, too good, yeah? You no need look for parking!
We took Kirby and Rusty out hiking today to Kamananui Valley, at the back of the Moanalua Valley suburb. It was their first exposure to anything wilder than a lawn or a park. They had a blast!
Judy couldn’t resist. She was in Pets Plus last Wednesday and saw that they had box turtles. Not just any box turtles; ornate box turtles. Gorgeously patterned. And young, too! She called me from the store:
“Hi honey. Can I ask you something?”
Uh oh. I knew that plaintive tone of voice. She’d already decided what she wanted, but she was checking with me so I wouldn’t be all surprised when she got home. After fourteen years of marriage, I have learned when to argue and when to smile and say yes. This was one of those “yes” times.
So now we have another turtle. Her name is Daisy.
I hiked Mariner’s Ridge today with Lillian, Pat, Matthew, Erin, Chris, and Tommy. Mariner’s Ridge, sitting above Hawai‘i Kai, hosts the shortest and easiest of the East Honolulu Ko‘olau ridge trails, and I’ve been on it many times. It’s a great way to introduce people to the Ko‘olau trails.
After leaving the houses of Mariner’s Ridge behind, we climbed through dry grass and entered an ironwood grove.
Tommy started school today, so that means that (in my house at least) summer is officially over. This year-round school schedule is nice for the longer breaks within the academic year, but man, it’s hard getting used to classes when the heat of August hasn’t even shown up yet.