Entries Tagged as 'Honolulu Rant'

STRIKE! Perhaps this will send a message…

… if enough people participate.  You might be surprised at how many people/sites that will be participating.  Here is the scoop:

January 18th is going to be amazing. Sites are striking in all different ways, but they are united by this: do the biggest thing you possibly can, and drive contacts to Congress. Put this on your site or automate it by putting this JS into your header, which will start the blackout at 8AM EST and end at 8PM EST.

Websites: How to Strike


  1. Black out your website for 12 hours with this page’s HTML, or by putting this Javascript into your site’s theme. Tucows is doing this and so is BoingBoing.
  2. Other people have made tools to strike. Some other ways to strike:
  3. Don’t be silent that day. Tweet all day from your official company account (#SOPASTRIKE) and share news on sites like reddit. You will get much love in return from your users, and the bigger the action you do, the more love you will be feeling 🙂 – You can follow us on twitter for news as the strike gets closer. If you are really feeling shy, you can blackout your site logo / add STOP SOPA messages wherever you can.

Everyone: Prepare to Strike


  1. If you have a Twitter account, tweet about the #SOPASTRIKE and ask your followers to get ready. You can follow us on twitter for news as the strike gets closer. Go to Blackout SOPA to add ‘STOP SOPA’ to your Twitter image.
  2. Post this SOPA Strike page to your Facebook account by clicking here.
  3. Get ready for January 18th! Email and tweet at your friends, tell them to tell everyone about the strike. When the day comes, call Congress, tweet like crazy (#SOPASTRIKE), and help the strike appear everywhere!

On Jan 24th, Congress will vote to pass internet censorship in the Senate, even though the vast majority of Americans are opposed. We need to kill the bill – PIPA in the Senate and SOPA in the House – to protect our rights to free speech, privacy, and prosperity. We need internet companies to follow Reddit’s lead and stand up for the web, as we internet users are doing every day.

Um, that’s tomorrow gang.  So, if your favorite site is down, now you know why!  Follow the links and send your protests!  Tell Congress NOT to mess with OUR Internet!   

Serving Hot Dogs with Aloha

While looking on Google Maps a few months ago, just to see what the King Kamehameha Statue looked like, I saw something I never expected to see.  I found the statue, yes, but there was something else in the picture that I thought would be fun to write about.  “Hey, that’s the little hotdog stand!”

Of course now I’m going to always think of them as Google-dogs.  The gang that serves those yummy hotdogs is always friendly and always smiling.  They are usually positioned just off to the side of the statue where the tour buses stop for visitors to see the King Kamehameha statue, Ali’iolani Hale, and/or Iolani Palace.

The hotdog vendors talking to visitors.

I think they should be marked as part of the tourist industry — they are, after all, there to greet the tour-bus passengers who are either curious or just plain hungry.  I just thought it was the coolest story to let them know that they’re “on the map!”

Tour bus pulled up just behind the hotdog stand.

“So you saw us on Google huh?”

“Yep!  Sure did!”

Kind of makes it sound like they’re a pretty permanent fixture there!  Well, yes and no.

There is the story about the meter maid.  You know the parking Gestapo — the ones who put those $25 tickets under your windshield?  Well that’s how much those tickets used to be.  Who KNOWS how much they are now!  I don’t plan on letting any meters expire to find out.  A quarter in one of those darn meters doesn’t even get you very many minutes anymore!  I’m just saying.

Anyway, one day I saw my little Google hotdog friends parked on the opposite side of the street.  Apparently they were told to move across the street and pay the meter.  What??? But, you’re on Google Maps, they can’t make you move!  What’s wrong with them?!?

The hot dog fixings ready to be added to your hot dog.

Okay, okay — I know that sounds a little silly but they were actually told to move across the street and pay the meter.  Sigh.

So, we just need to be sure we keep buying hotdogs so they can pay those dumb meters.

I mean, seriously, there are enough lunch wagons paying those meters and enough vehicles paying them when the lunch wagons are gone!  Even though I found it a little irritating, the hotdog people took it in stride and moved calmly and quietly across the street and paid the meter.  We all would have done that too, but probably not quite so quietly — I wouldn’t have been so quiet about it!

Small Honolulu Rant: “Then I’ll complain for you!” I said.  So this is my complaint!  So there!

Mom has a hot dog and a Pepsi!

You will be happy to know that it doesn’t hurt the flavor of the hotdogs to be on the other side of the street.  Thank goodness they serve sodas and nice cold water too!  Mom has always got to have her Pepsi — that’s a must!  I, on the other hand, always appreciate a nice, made-to-order, sloppy hotdog!

Mayo, mustard and onions make a great hotdog!

In spite of their Google claim-to-fame, they do move around so you may run into these Google dogs in the heart of Downtown Honolulu during First Fridays or in other places during other forms of Downtown festivities!  They are entrepreneurs who feed people — sounds good to me!  Besides, hot dogs are always better when served with a little Aloha!

Still saying, “No to Rail!”

The first two photos in this post were taken back in October of 2008.  I thought they had given up.  According to one of our independent news sources, the Hawaii Reporter, “Honolulu Rail Critics Vow to Stay the Course” so they haven’t given up!

Supporters of Saying No to the Rail

How far will they get?  That is hard to say.  Was I supportive of this movement two years ago?  Yes.  Am I still supportive?  You bet!  I was horrified when they first started talking about the Rail.

Signs for the movement

Hot Lanes seemed like a good idea to me!  Some of the other ideas that were put forward seemed not only beneficial but feasible.  I hated the rail idea and I still do.  I was hoping that our new mayor would not find it quite as wonderful as his predecessor but, alas, that is not the case.  Talk about a disappointment!  I’m still happy he is the mayor, so far.  It’s just that this wretched project seems to be more destructive than helpful in the long run.

Sign holders hold signs urging people to Save the Rail

There are, however, those who think just the opposite.  In January of 2010 I ran into a group of Rail supporters demonstrating along Beretania Street, in front of the State Capitol.  What shocks me is the number of people who think it’s such a great idea!  I thought that most people would have been as horrified as I was/am.

Convoy of trucks supporting the Go Rail crew.

Somehow, everyone was involved that day!  All of these trucks with their horns blaring were just amazing to see!

Sign holders support Local Jobs for Local People

Local jobs for local people — how can you argue with that?  Now there’s something that will get 100% of my support.  I’m really not sure if they were there in support of the Rail or if they just happened to be there at the right time.

There are not too many things that can defuse my heated opinion when my mind is made up about something.  I must admit, I did find the combination of things going on that day to be quite disarming.  It’s good to know that we’re not going down quietly!

Business or Monkey Business?

I’ve figured out why I grumble so much — because people keep giving me reasons to bitch about stuff!  If you work in a business district, there are a lot of little shops around that carry some of the necessities of the working class.

What happens if something simple happens, like getting a run in your nylons?  You go get another pair — if you can find one!   There are a lot of little places to look.

Pacific Sundries convenience store at Davies Pacific Center

We shop at these places to find things we need or because we’re hungry and they sell little snacks.  If you have a headache, most of them carry little packets of our well-known drugs — Tylenol, Advil, Excedrin and a host of others.  They carry all kinds of things.  Pacific Sundries doesn’t carry nylons anymore.

Bishop Pantry at Pacific Guardian Center

Let’s go across the street.  More convenience, more drinks, and more food.  Some places, like Bishop Pantry, even make sushi for you while you wait!   See?  We’re well cared for because we can’t run home to fix stuff.   But, Bishop Pantry doesn’t sell nylons anymore.

So much for convenience!  I would think that, in a business district, this would be an automatic!  Nope.

No.  Come on now.  No way!  They may not have ladies nylons in a business district, aka pantyhose by Leggs or Hanes, but you better believe they’ve got four or five different kinds of condoms!  You have got to be frickin’ kidding me!  My co-workers thought this was pretty hilarious.  “They carry what sells!”

Checking the shelves and finding the unexpected

Now I’m irritated with these shops and with myself.  I ended up going to the one place I should have gone to in the first place.  A place that’s tried and true, and always dependable — Longs Drugs.  Yeah, they have prophylactics too but they also have pantyhose, dammit!  In addition, they have everything else you will find in a drug store, in a convenience store, and just about anywhere else you might need to go!

Well, ladies, here is my advice:  stick to what you know works!

Downtown Longs Drugs on Bishop and Fort Streets

I went where I should have gone from the beginning!  “Make Longs a part of you day!”  OMG!

The Cell Phone Saga

My Phone Came In!

I recently wrote about finding a really cool Sprint store at Mililani Town Center?  My new cell phone came in earlier than expected.  I figured out a way to get there earlier than planned.  I made it and, although my Sprint friend, Matt, wasn’t there, the staff in the store were a big help and fixed me up just fine!

Sprint Store in Mililani Town Center

They hung in and stayed with me until the memory was all mapped over to the new phone and I was comfortable enough with its use to be on my way.  I swear, this is the best Sprint Store ever!  Yeah, yeah, they try to sell you stuff, but they do such a very good job of it!  Their follow-up and follow through was excellent!

I don’t know if anyone remembers but I told you guys that things were going to happen that make me a little bit hissy.  I even mentioned it when I started talking about just wanting to get a haircut at Supercuts.  So, here I was, back at the same shopping center, and here I was heading home, and here is where I am about to get hissy again, or worse!

I did mention that I always get lost in Mililani, didn’t I?  The technology on my new little phone was a bit more advanced than the older one so switching the service over took a little bit longer than planned.  By the time I left the store it was late, dark, and raining.  Needless to say, visibility was minimal.

“Go back the way you came,” I told myself,” and you’ll get right back on the freeway.”  No problem.  Right?  Wrong!

I’m disoriented, I can’t even see my self-created landmarks, and I should have turned but I didn’t!  Or, I did turn and I shouldn’t have.  (Even now, I still really don’t know.)  I’m lost!  I can’t see the street signs through the darkness and rain, so that’s not helping.

“Okay, just keep going downhill and you’ll eventually get back to something familiar.  Then you’ll know where you are.”

Just as I made that decision I ran into something that jolted me out of my seat and scared me to death.  It also totaled my tire!

“Who the hell puts a curb in the middle of the street?!?” 

A concrete curb installed in the middle of Kipapa Drive

There were a few other “choice” words thrown into that sentence but I will spare you that part.  The photo above shows how narrow and winy the path to get around it is I understand why they did it.  I know it was to slow drivers down.  Mililani High School is on one side and a recreation center is on the other so I get it!  But, there is a better way to slow drivers down without putting them in harm’s way or destroying their vehicles.  “You dumb, *&$*%#!”

Uh, let’s see — lights?  Warning signs?  Lights on the median strip?  Anything would have been better than what was there — which was NOTHING!  Yeah, I think I had good cause to be hissy at that point.

Close-up of one of the broken poles

There were little plastic poles on both ends of this nightmare but they were both knocked over.  Gee, ya think maybe a few other people had this problem too???  Check out all of the tire marks seen on these photos of this middle-of-the-street “curb!”  A police officer stopped to be sure I was okay.  Shaken, angry, and a little banged around, but I was fine.  “The main thing is that you’re okay,” he said.  Uh huh, he knew!

Kipapa gulch has such a bad rap because of all the accidents, ghost stories, and urban legends that have shocked people over the years but, I swear, Kipapa Drive is worse!  That’s where this story took place — where Kipapa Drive meets Ikaloa Street.  This thing is such an anomaly it’s even visible on Google maps!  I really think the D.O.T. (Department of Transportation) needs a letter, or maybe even a reprimand!  Shall we at least talk about maintenance?  If those stupid, useless poles were supposed to be the markers should they not have fixed them or figured out they needed a better solution?  They’re just lucky that the damage to me personally was nothing more than a shock to my nerves and a bump or two! But I am digressing.

Going back up the road I came down

To continue the story, I’m now alone, in the dark, it’s raining, I don’t know where I am, and there’s a gaping hole in my tire.  Then, to make matters worse, I suddenly have a strange young man telling me he will help me fix my tire if I will give him a ride back to Kalihi.  Hmmm… he wants to get to Kalihi, what is he doing here?  What is he doing walking around Mililani with just a back pack and without any transportation of his own?  Even if I wanted to accept his offer, which I didn’t, my car had no jack and no tire iron.  I guess I never had a reason to look for either one so I never noticed that they were missing.

Man did I miss my little Datsun at that moment.  Datsun was a model of car; it became the brand young people know today as Nissan.  Trust me, I’ve had to explain this to some people younger than I!  Anyway, the tire would have been changed, by me, and I would have been back on the road in less than half an hour.

Mini Kipapa gulch on the side of the road

I do the usual — call my husband and tell him I’m stuck.  Husband finally finds me, he is furious, the strange guy is still hanging around and that makes him even more furious.  The tow truck driver who finally shows up is a lazy young guy who just wanted to tow us somewhere rather than help us change the tire.  He had neither a clue nor any desire to help us.  Loser!

Fortunately, we are in Mililani.  Mililani has a WalMart!  They had both a jack and a tire iron.  We got what we needed and got the darn tire changed.  It Jack and tire iron from WalMartwas no easy task either!  The lug nuts were frozen and not budging.  Even full body weight was not moving them.  Then, finally!  The nuts came lose, we changed the tire and got to the nearest gas station with an air hose before the spare ended up too damaged to get us home. I could go off here about having to PAY for air, but I won’t.  But I’m thinking it!  (That is another thing that makes me hissy!)

Whew!  OMG!  It was actually 2 a.m. before we were safely home and I pulled the blanket up over my head.  After all of that, didn’t I have a reason to be upset?  Even a little bit upset?

Durable Motorola phone from SprintI know technology can be challenging on occasion but all of that for a cell phone?  You have got to wonder if the technology is worth all of that drama!

Aw, poor little phone.  The phone is happy now.  My friend, Coco, and her mother just got back from Serbia and they gave me a pretty little hand-woven pouch — especially for my phone!

Phone with its new hand-made pouch

(Coco is our choir director and she’s actually tired of seeing me pull my phone out of my bra at the most inopportune times.)

What a spoiled little phone!  It has its own blanket!  A hand-made blanket!

What about the car?  What happened to the tire? That will be part four of this long story.  One thing just leads to another!

Drama to be continued…

 

A Reprieve for the Dogs with the Bad Press

The bull dogs have been one of the most maligned and media-abused breeds on the planet.  The fear mongering that has gone one is just horrendous!  I’ve seen other breeds go through this kind of thing and my internal attitude problem says, “Oh yeah?  That bad?  Show me!”  The UHIB ABKC Club (Ultimate Hawaiian Island Bullys American Bully Kennel Club) did just that.

There’s a full copy of the event flyer here.  This site with the flyer has a great video.  Follow that link — I was fascinated watching the video.  I couldn’t help but think about how people would react to the dog pull.  “They’re going to say it’s cruel, I just know it.”  So, I made an extra effort to watch the animals in the video.  Um, they were enjoying it.  It’s a Bully Pulley!  Yeah, okay, only a woman would call it that!

Bully Banner

My favorite part of the “rules” for this event said something about there being no aggression — dogs or people.  They were more worried about the people.  No surprise there!

Aloha Zone

What got me to this event initially was a Facebook message from Henry Agbayani, owner of the Purebreed Clothing Co.  I always try to figure out a way to go to events where Purebreed will be hanging its banner.  I usually fail miserably, but not this time!

Agbayani family and Purebreed Clothing Co.

This is Henry and Christine Agbayani.  They were under the larger tent so it was kind of dark.  A click on the photo will take you to their website where you can see the fun t-shirts!  I scooped one up at this event!

The other thing that drew me to the Stadium on a hot Sunday afternoon was the concern about protecting a breed of dog that is so dearly loved by so many.  There is so much negative publicity surrounding the pit bull.  What they don’t say is that the information is based on a few unfortunate incidents that happened with dogs belonging to stupid owners.

If you’re one of those abusive dog owners, then you know who you are.  If you feel insulted, tough.  Bite me!  Any dog will bite if you teach it to.  Think about it, didn’t the Dobermans and the Rottweilers have to go through this too?  Why are we so anxious to ban animals, especially by breed, for the mistakes made by a few thoughtless, or ruthless, humans?

Much like messages gotten from vendors like the Purebreed Clothing Co., I have to say, “Don’t blame the breed!”

This Bully Show just gave me another chance to prove a point.  Follow this pictorial story and see if you don’t agree that these bullies are, in reality, a very docile, and adorable, breed of dog.

K9 Kokua

Good animals come from being raised by good people.  The above organization is a case in point.  K9 Kokua is all about health, safety, and the protection of the animals.  They even have an adoption thing going for dogs currently in foster care because, sadly, they’ve ended up being homeless with their owners.  I kept finding my way back to this booth (three or four times at least) for a variety of reasons.  A click on the photo will take you to visit their site.  Maybe you can rescue a dog from being homeless!

Activity at the 2nd Annual Bully Show

A lot of dog owners were in attendance at this event and there was a lot going on.  There were even some cars on display.  But, the focus was on the dogs! Mine certainly was.

I was surprised at the number of vendors and “bully” people that were there.  It was news to me, good news, that the Bully Fancy, if you can call it that, is this well-represented.  In fact, there are probably more people who didn’t even make it to the event.  This was a heartening experience for me — to see this much care and concern for such a media-battered breed was amazing!

Silva Bullet Kennels

How is this for dedication?  They have their own t-shirts even!  Nice looking design too!

Bullies, Inc.

Love the pink shirt!

Dawg Life Bullies

You’ve got to love some of the names of these kennels!

High Roller kennel

As stupid as this was on my part, I had to ask, “um, you guys didn’t, um, you didn’t come here all the way from Vegas did you?!?”  They laughed and said no and that they have a sister organization in Las Vegas.   I had to ask.

Lightenings Edge kennel

Lightenings Edge is a cool name!

King Kong Kennels

This was pretty good too!  Check out the King Kong silhouette in the background of the banner!

Kia’i Moku Kennels

Kia’i moku would be to guard over something. Kia’i Moku Kennels are the Guardians of the Islands.  I like that.  I’m not sure if you can make out the Hawaiian helmet in the silhouette of the banner but it works nicely.  If you had to find a good thing about people’s fear of these dogs, it would have to be that it makes these cuties more effective guard dogs!  It DOES NOT make them killers!

Bulls and babies make up this family

Just to help make my point, in the above picture you will find a dad, a mom, the kids, and the family dog.  Please take note of the dog and the baby stroller.  Gasp!  Pffff!  Repeat after me, “family dog!”  Please also take note of the spray bottle in the little girl’s hand.  It was very warm — uncomfortably so.

Dogs and spray bottles say it all about the heat

Those bottles were a very welcome sight.  The owners were very attentive and kept their animals well watered and joyfully spritzed!  At some point I was envious and wished I had a bottle too!

This guy has the cooling position down!

This little stubby character had cooling down to a doggy science — sprawling out on cool cement is a great way to cool any chubby belly!

Cool guy and his cool little master

He wasn’t moving for his little friend either.  The little girl was more afraid of my camera than the dog was!

Flirtacious bully

I didn’t know dogs could flirt!  If that look doesn’t melt your heart, you need to keep going.

Puppy with really big feet

This puppy had to be the cutest thing!  Of course I had to catch the moment when this adorable guy piddled in his cage and was quickly whisked away for clean-up.  The picture doesn’t do him justice.  Look at those big feet.  This is probably the only time anyone would think of big feet as being something cute.  Huge feet and short legs make for a very cute dog!

Bully with the traditional studded collar

I must confess. I just know that I insulted the owner of the dog pictured in the photo above.  I didn’t mean to!  I couldn’t help it.  The dog’s name is Nightmare.  I just wanted to squeeze his big, chubby face and hearing his name just made me laugh.  I’m sorry!  I couldn’t help it!

Front view of Nightmare

Since I insulted him, let’s talk about him.  Look at the chest on this guy!  He was the picture of health, calmly behaved, and being very obedient and cooperative with his owner.  I just wanted to hug him because he looked so huggable.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t.  Out of respect for the owners, I make it a practice not to touch animals at shows.  I don’t want to risk the transfer of illness from one animal to another.  But, trust me, my hands were itching to reach down and touch or stroke some of the beautiful, shining coats that walked by!

Relaxing bull kicks back amid all the hustle and bustle of people

There was so much going on all over the place but this little lady was just kicking back and people-watching, like I was dog-watching.  She could have taken out several ankles if she wanted to — mine included.  It wasn’t going to happen.  She was just chillin’ with no presence of malice in her pretty little canine brain!

judging.JPG

Judging went on here as well.  This was a chance to see different sizes of the breed.  Shorty bulls, or pocket bulls, were fun to watch!

There was also a guest speaker there from Colorado who spoke of legislative changes that freaked me out, as any pet owner would have been!  Some of the horrible legislation that is currently being approved on the mainland is enough to rattle all of our cages!  You can see an example of some of it here.

I missed the gentleman’s name and his full story but they have promised that it will be shown in its entirety on the OC16 channel, but I don’t know exactly when.  I will keep an eye out for it and post the information as soon as I see it!  I’ll try to include a more detailed synopsis of it as well.  It is worth watching.

Part of the reason I made the extra effort to attend was to sign a petition to protect the dogs from being outlawed, banned, or whatever it was that they were trying to do to them.  As it turned out, the materials I had been reading must have been dated.  That piece of legislation was squashed before it made it to committee because of the public outcry.   Even the Hawaiian Humane Society took a stand against it!

I learned these things from Rose Woods whom I contacted after the show to see if I could get things straight.  Rose has apparently been quite a spokeswoman for the bull dogs!  She continues to be an advocate for the bullies while striving to “create education and awareness in the community.”

Rose had quite a bit of knowledge to share and I was impressed with her passion for this cause.  I like the way she spoke and I want to share some of her words of wisdom.  She said, “The issue is not the dogs, it’s the owners.”  Then she went on to talk about the legislature and how the “policy makers have to create policies that address the issues, not that fit the budget.”  Well said!

Rose also shared a desire to reach out to the bad owners and bring them into the fold of proper animal management and community awareness.  No matter what kind of pet you have, you have a right to protect them.  Along with that right, however, is the obligation to do so responsibly!

Bringing pieces of it home!

A couple of brochures from K9 Kokua and my Atomic Dogg bracelet came home with me.  I taped the “bracelet” into my notebook.

My newest Purebreed t-shirt!

Of course I couldn’t leave without a Purebreed shirt!  Relax; the shirts are decorated with fun, tongue-in-cheek expressions. The back of this “deadly force” shirt says “protecting the aina.”  Must be those toxic trash bags after being filled with the trash we find on the side of the street!  I must admit that does tick me off!  But that’s a topic for another post.

Henry and Christine Agbayani at Purebreed Clothing Company

Again, a big mahalo to Purebreed for taking me to places that always seem to get me on a soap box, but always for a good reason!

No Cars or Hearts Racing Anytime Soon

The parcel of land once known to all of us as Hawaii Raceway Park is scheduled to go on the auction block on Tuesday, February 2, 2010.  Once upon a time, (in years before 2006) hearts raced to the sounds of revving motors .  There will be no more of that kind of excitement near Campbell Industrial.

First Circuit Court on the corner of Punchbowl and Halekauwila Some time ago I mentioned that it was a hard thing to lose Hawaii Raceway Park and that it affected a lot of people.  As dangerous as car racing is, Hawaii Raceway Park kept a lot of our youth in a legal racing environment, it kept them busy, and it kept them off the streets!  It was a passion they could share with others and it even provided potential career training for the automotive devotees.

I know that, at one time, there were people who blamed the closure of the Park for some of the motor vehicle accidents plaguing our streets.  We had a rash of racing on Honolulu’s roadways as young racing enthusiasts seemed to like using the public roadways and the H-1 freeway as outlets for their racing abandon.

Kapolei Raceway LLC had all of the intentions of restoring the park to its former glory, maybe better, but was apparently not able to manage the financial needs of this endeavor.  Despite all of the lobbying that fans did for its support.

Foreclosure is an ugly word for all but particularly for Honolulu’s racing community right now. This story seals it!  Sigh.  So many memories, so many stories.  The location has slid backwards in recent years with the loss of this and the feed lot.   I just know our beef tasted better back then.

Is Anybody Listening?

Meanwhile, Lt. Governor, Duke Aiona wants to talk about a Hawaii Sports commission.  Let’s see, race car driving is a sport.  Ya think?  Let me tell you where to be with Aunty Linda’s wallet on Tuesday!  Are you listening?!?

We should get that baby up and running again just in time to join in with Disney’s newest project, Aulani and… yeah baby!   Yo, Hawaii Tourism Authority, are you listening?   Keep the streets safer, bring the racing enthusiasts down here from the mainland for events, and put the burning rubber where it belongs — earning money instead of burning taxpayer dollars!

“Is anybody listening?  Let us know!”

Criminal Element Too Close for Comfort!

Excuse me, Mr. Mayor?  I thought we were cleaning up Honolulu’s Chinatown.  How much are we expected to pussyfoot around crap like this?  I’m sorry guys but this has got to stop!  I work only five or so blocks away from these areas and I live only about a mile away.  I walk these streets and I run passed those areas.  My friends, family and loved ones do too. 

We all, at one time or another, shop in the vicinity of this drama — during the day time.  Something happens around here when the sun goes down.  The rule of thumb that I generally follow is to not travel west of Nuuanu after sunset.  There’s already blood on the street between Fort and Smith Streets because of the raunchy clientele over there; you don’t even have to get to Nuuanu. This is ridiculous.  Sometimes you even have to get mauka of Vineyard Blvd before it’s safe.    

Since other cities have no problem giving one-way tickets to homeless people (yes, we all know about it), why don’t we do the same for the non-resident homeless and the drug pushers?  Send them back!  

Send the drug lords skanks in a separate boat, a leaking one.  Vicious?  Perhaps.  But, Chief Correa of the Honolulu Police Department is right, they have no business here!  They have no right to shed blood on our streets and we have no desire to lose any of our officers to their shenanigans either!  

This is our home and they’re tarnishing all the beauty and camaraderie that we have tried so hard to create and propagate.  I’m not making this up.  The Honolulu Advertiser stated that both the residents and the merchants are concerned that the increase in crime will “undo years of revitalization efforts.”

It’s cool when our own local newspapers and media take these things to task but it’s a little troubling when blogs and media outlets elsewhere pick this stuff up.  I am pleased that The Snitch (I like that name) was kind enough to actually accept the ownership of this particular gang element.  Thanks, Joe.

Even the kama’aina homeless are afraid.  They don’t admit to their fear but when they talk among themselves you can hear it in their voices. Hello, Mr. Mayor?  We’re supposed to be focused on making our home green, not blood red. 

With tears in my eyes I ask you why.  Why is it that I, my friends, and my neighbors have to be afraid to take the dog for a walk or to go buy a damn soda?  Tell me!

Does Mended Trust Still Have Hairline Cracks?

Hawaiian yarn lei with koa embellishments Sometimes, patience is a virtue.  Sometimes falling behind in your blogging can be a blessing.  Check this out, back in January I started to write this post and then, for some reason, I thought better of it, saved it, and held off publishing it.

This is how I started:

“You have GOT to be kidding me!  What kind of a court master would recommend such a thing?  No, I’m not the only one who is reacting this way.   You’ve got to love the Honolulu Advertiser for letting people leave comments and share their opinion!

“For those who don’t know what all of the hollering is about, you might want to check out Samuel King and Randall Roth’s book, Broken Trust: Greed, Mismanagement, And Political Manipulation at America’s Largest Charitable Trust.  See, the corruption that all of us remember so vividly resurfaces whenever something as preposterous as this makes the headlines.  This horrible story made headlines across the Nation about ten or eleven years ago. 

“Let’s put it this way, Bernice Pauahi would have thrown up her hands in horror if she had witnessed these now-historical events.  Of course, she also would have thrown up her hands in horror when they removed the Bishop name from the name of the school.  So great a love should not have been dealt such a horrible blow.  Perhaps we’ll talk about that at a later date.”

As luck would have it, my blogger muse held off pursuing this story, right at that moment.  Part of what held me back was a secret hope that the trustees would do something exactly like what they’ve done!

After the courts approved their raise, the trustees opted to take a 10% cut instead.  I’m serious — they cut their own pay!

In short, the answer to the question in the title of this post is, “No, there are no hairline cracks.  The Trust was mended some time ago and the trust of the people was restored.”

What did they say about it?

“The trustees are committed to the keiki our trust exists to serve, and to the careful management of resources that will allow Kamehameha Schools to educate native Hawaiians in perpetuity.”

A historical resource like this one needs to be protected and it sounds like the trustees are taking their fiscal and fiduciary responsibilities seriously.  Mahalo and kudos to the Kamehameha Schools trustees.  🙂

Kamehameha Schools is a fine institution that produces some very fine graduates.  The students learn the subjects that all the schools teach, of course, but they also learn the history and culture of Hawai’i to a greater degree than most.  The trustees protect and preserve the trust and its ability to educate while the students leave with the benefit and ability to protect and preserve the culture.

I have other stories that I’ve held back on and I’ll share my initial, knee-jerk reaction with you guys and then tell you why I’m glad that I held back.  Yeah, this one could have been two blog posts but I have no desire to cut people down — until I find out that I’m justified in doing so.  I did not say that I would stop being a b*tch if I’m pretty darn sure that I’m right.  🙂

Terroristic Weather Report

Why am I writing this?  I have no idea.  Well, I had all of these pictures to start a blog post or two and I just have to talk about things that annoy me.  I have to admit, this all took some thinking on my part because the series and sequence of events all blended together at some point.  Let’s go back a few weeks and take it from the start.  Back on December 26th, Oahu’s power lines were hit by lightening.  They say lightening doesn’t strike twice but Hawaiian Electric Company took it in the electrical wires five (5), yes five times that day.

Kahe Point Power Plant

HECO Finds the Cause

I’m glad that Hawaiian Electric Company was able to pinpoint just how this calamity happened.  I will agree that nobody likes a company that sends them bills in the mail.  But, oddly enough, I’ve felt the need to jump in and back HECO up on this.  Mother Nature does what Mother Nature wants and I’m afraid HECO was outflanked this time.  Most people were out of power for something over 12 hours — it was 20+ hours for us.  I have no problem being without power for a while but I really hate throwing away all of that food.  Ugh!  In spite of it all, HECO still offered to provide financial restitution to those who apply for it.

Mother Nature the Terrorist

We’ve been through a sufficient amount of natural disasters recently that have left some areas a little shell-shocked.  there have been heavy rains causing some very damaging flooding, we’ve had high winds taking the roofs off houses, and there have been combination storms that have kept us in the dark for several hours.  Now that these events are over and we’re sufficiently on edge, what happens when the weather service warns of a windy storm on its way?  State officials and the Department of Education decide to close all public schools.  “They what?!?” They never did that when I was in school!  We always braved the wind, rain, waves, mud, etc.  It did not take long for the private and charter schools to follow suit.  Fine, whatever.

Wait, it gets better.  All State and City & County offices are closed!  “You have GOT to be kidding me!”  Let’s see, Monday is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day so the general consensus was that they all wanted a four-day weekend.  Fine, whatever. What happened on that Friday?  Nothing.  No hurricane.  Maybe a drizzle, maybe not.  Traffic was a lot lighter.

A Trashy Day Off

Road Work Ahead sign

Absolutely amazing.  Road work?  It’s a holiday; what are they talking about?  Who put that sign there?  I’m nosy, I need to know.  I don’t see any road work, they must have forgotten to pick the sign up during the week — maybe they left in there on Friday when they were suddenly closed for the day.

Surprise!  They were indeed on the road side, on a holiday, picking up somebody’s opala (trash) that was dumped unceremoniously on the side of the road.

This stuff fries me!  It’s bad enough when people dump garbage and abandon vehicles in obscure locations, but when they dump it on the side of the road in a residential area, especially a rural relief area (that’s what I call them) that exists so very close to the city but is still so very peaceful and simple, it absolutely makes my blood boil!  Dump it in your own damn yard, you slobs!  Grrrr!

When I saw what was going on and successfully checked my temper, I realized that I needed to talk about this.  It took me all of about thirty seconds to turn my car around and head back to take these photos.  Doing so rattled the City & County workers.  Does that make me the terrorist?  🙂  I think I’ve mentioned before that people are afraid of cameras.  But, when they heard my snarky reaction to the whole thing, they happily joined my rant and understood the intent.

City & County of Honolulu truck

This is what was left after they filled their trucks the first time.  They reassured me they would be back for the rest but this gives you some idea of just what a big pile it was.  A comment was also made that citizens like us hire people to do a job, pay to have the trash hauled away, and this is where it ends up.  It’s hauled away alright but I’m sure the homeowner did not have this kind of disposal in mind!

Opala tossed on the side of the street

You know, if you’re doing a job that requires this kind of heavy hauling and disposal and you do not want to pay the fees at the dump, I suggest that you find some other line of work.  Those fees are part of the cost of doing business.  They are a legitimate, tax-deductible, business expense.  But then again, maybe you don’t pay your taxes either?  There was something else that troubled me — there seemed to be more than one line of business here.  There was a lot of flooring debris making up this pile but there were also several cans of paint.  Those paint cans do look old.  Alright, I suppose a homeowner could have done this themselves.  Auwe!

Opala sliding down towards the river

The City & County workers were the ones who pointed out that I “should see what’s over the wall.”  The river is right below this and we wonder why there are so many signs about dumping and cautions about contaminated water?

For the record, later that same day I saw a State employee leaving the Capitol and I said, “Don’t tell me you guys are working?”

“Yep, only half-day though. Since we had Friday off we came in to work half-day.”

Aha!  So they guilted themselves into working on the Monday holiday to make up for what didn’t happen on Friday.  Okay, you guys are forgiven.

Shore breaks off Maile

There may have been a storm but this is where it really went.  The only real evidence of any storm that I saw was the kicking shore breaks on the west side of Oahu, a nice 30+ miles away from where the City & County was taking away all of that trash.  The water looked so inviting but the warning signs and little orange flags kept everyone out of the water.  Just watching the water and smelling the salt air is enough to make us forget the problems and focus on the beauty that is our home. Why did I write this?  I don’t remember.