Going Back to Big Island

…but not forever.

My mum has to have back surgery in about a month or so and she had asked if I could come back to help gut out my old room and clean it up so it would be one less thing she has to worry about. Obviously, I said yes. But I also asked if my friend and her son could come along and they said yes.

So for two weeks I will not be posting on this blog unless I stay somewhere with wifi and laptop I can use since I will not be bringing mine. I will be taking pictures and writing while I am on Big Island as well.

With this being one of my shortest blog posts, I end it here.

See you guys in two weeks!

Aloha!

(The featured image is of a part of the Queen’s Market Place where I used to work on Big Island at 6 in the morning while I was on my ten minute break)

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Museums: A Personal Opinion

Like many others, I grew up with commercials on tv telling about a museum’s new exhibit every now and again. In middle school (again like many others I suspect), I became slightly obsessed with Egyptian history and about everything to do with Egypt. Research online showed me that there was Egyptian exhibits at museums like the Smithsonian or the British Museum. The unfortunate fact however is that I am at least $5,000 away from any type of decent sized museum that holds such wonders.

As I got older, I became more interested in my culture’s history. When I was 11, I attended a middle school in the same town as where my parent’s work place which just so happen to hold a tiny historical museum about the town which was super interesting since one of Hawaii’s most famous paniolo (Hawaiian cowboy) Ikua Purdy, was from there. Unfortunately, the small museum closed down and my biggest regret is not begging my parents to take me and my sister beforehand.

Continuing down this timeline to when I was 14, (I swear I will eventually get to my point of this post) I remember my mum driving me to school and I remember a few “official” looking SUVs parked off-road by a bunch of kiawe trees. I say official with quotation marks because they had all had a logo on the front doors. I can’t actually remember what the logo was of but I do remember asking my mum if she knew what they were doing over there and she told me they were digging for Hawaiian artifacts.

Of course, I was confused. I didn’t think there was any where we were living. But that’s because I didn’t know the history of the area at the time- which is another injustice I might cover in a different blog post at some other time- and I wouldn’t really learn until a little bit later.

I asked if they were building a museum near us and she said that she didn’t think so. If anything, they would most likely take it back to the mainland.

Man, oh man my indignation at hearing that.

I didn’t think it was right for it to be taken back to the mainland. It wasn’t from there. It was from here. If people wanted to see it, they could come here and look at it. If we need a museum and a lab- or whatever they use when cleaning and maintain artifacts- it shouldn’t be that hard to find people to finance it since Hawaii was already a tourist destination. It would also provide jobs for people here.

Now, after that moment, it was like something clicked in my brain.

It was like, wait…this has been a thing for forever!

Then started the slow burn of irritation and anger.

Then, of course, I forgot about it once I got distracted by life doing it’s thing.

Until yesterday when a friend and I were coming back from Starbucks and the conversation somehow steered towards it. Now, it’s bugging to be released from my brain.

For years, museums have sponsored exhibitions for archaeologists to find “lost” artifacts of different cultures around the world so they can preserve them or whatever and bring it back to their country so that their people can bask in the artifacts of an exotic land that they most likely will never see. It’s a good intention. I guess.

But I have multiple problems with such institutions in the present day. Not a problem with museums themselves or even with most archaeologists (unless they’re the ones who like to sell the artifacts they were hired to retrieve, those people can suck my toes), but with such a dated thought process that people deserve to see such the physical artifacts in museums even if they are originally from an entirely different country.

Also, we live in a time of innovation and advanced technology! I haven’t done research on this but I’m pretty sure there are at least some (I’m actually hoping on this) that are utilizing such technology to make replicas and/or holograms to replace physical artifacts of a different country origin in there displays. Some might say it’s deception, I say it’s innovation.

Some might say that there is nothing like seeing and being near the physical artifact. I say that if you want to that badly, you should fly to that country and visit their museum that carries it. I know it costs money but at least your visit will be more immersive than just going to the local museum.

Some might say that they have a right to have it in their local museum so that they don’t have to pay more money and be inconvenienced. I say that’s an entitlement attitude and that inconvenience is an unfortunate but important part of life. Also, you’re an asshole.

Again, I am going to come around and say that with the technology we already possess, beyond just searching a photo on the internet, it’s possible to have the same experience of visiting an artifact without having to take it from it’s country.

I know I am being redundant. I just don’t know how else to tell you how exactly I feel about this.

Well, there is my opinion on museums. This was probably one of my longer blog posts and I’m pretty sure at least 80% of you have stopped reading at this point but for those of you that have reached the end, I would like to say major kudos for keeping with me and also that I would love to hear your opinion on this if you have one. I’m down to have a conversation about this. I’m down to hear what is your favorite thing about a museum. I’m down to have a conversation about history in general.

Thanks for reading! Peace!

Adventure at Denny’s

So yesterday my child and I were kidnapped to go on another cruise with my two friends again. This time, we went into Kapolei which is basically in the opposite direction of Pearl Ridge. At least I think it is, I’m horrible with directions.

The first stop in our trip was Denny’s in Waipahu. The Dollar store we heard about was also in Waipahu so we decided to eat breakfast before starting the second day of our shopping spree. The adventure started in the parking lot actually.

Despite Denny’s popularity, a lot of the time the location they decide to build leaves them with only a little parking lot (10-15 cars max usually) and the entrance to the parking lot is also the exit. Keeping that in mind, my friend has a huuuuge truck. Which would fit in perfectly on the Big Island but on Oahu? From what I’ve seen when it comes to parking that thing, not the best idea. I will say though that my friend is a freaking champ parking it.

We’re coming up into the parking lot and it’s full except for a space that with a few adjustments she could park in but we wouldn’t be able to open the doors wide enough for us to get out. Then we noticed the parallel parking right behind the wall of the dumpster which is big enough for her to park in and for us to open the doors. As soon as she parks, a wild dump truck appears just before the entrance to the parking lot. And they’re just sitting there.

We realized that they wanted to get in to where we were. Except we were confused on why they wanted our spot when it was clearly just parallel parking. Nonetheless my friend reverses out and we head into the actual parking lot. We sat there for fifteen minutes! There were no spots she could fit in and she couldn’t reverse out because of the dump truck (and, again I say this, she has a big truck). Someone wants out and starts to waving at us to move and we’re just like…how? we literally can’t go anywhere. My friend moved the front of the truck two inches to the left and the car goes past us, almost hitting the bed but I guess they couldn’t just sit and wait in their parking spot that they could reverse into again. A car beeps at us from behind…again, we can’t move. We couldn’t even go forward because there wasn’t any room for her to turn around. And that space from earlier? Taken already. So there’s nothing we can do.

Finally the dump truck leaves. And what’s funny is that we could have stayed parked in the parallel parking spot because the dump truck didn’t even go in it. They went all the way around and reversed out. We were watching and there was enough space that they wouldn’t have hit the truck. If they hadn’t made it obvious that they were waiting for us to leave the spot, we would have stayed.

After that mini car adventure we finally go into Denny’s. The hostess is an old lady we sat us immediately in a booth and was super nice. My little one decided she wanted to stand up in the seat the whole time while also trying to climb over the back of the booth. I considered myself lucky that she didn’t scream every time I stopped her (as toddlers like to do when you stop them from doing anything).

Unfortunately, this Denny’s was no Annie Miller’s with their many workers and cooks. We waited about 45 minutes to an hour for our food after we ordered. It took us 20 minutes to get a waiter’s attention when one of the little ones spilled their milk on the ground (we mopped up most of it with napkins from the table and the bathroom). I was tempted to just put on the stopwatch on my phone to time how long we waited in general. Now the way this is written, it looks like a negative review indicating you should never go there. But stay with me. Don’t skim away just yet.

The Denny’s wasn’t busy, they had plenty of tables open. But the tables that were occupied were occupied by families. So there were at least 3-6 at each table. Our waiter was extremely nice and was one of two waiters working. He wasn’t only our waiter, he was also our cashier. AND he was the busing the tables when he wasn’t waiting on them or being the cashier. The other waitress was playing hostess and doing the same jobs as him minus the cashier. HE apologized for making us wait (which I get is what customer service automatically does) and we told him to not worry about it. It didn’t take a genius to realize that they were short-staffed and I told him that we realized that. He then said they were down a server and a cook that day. Which explained why our food took so long.

Then the register started acting up while he was trying to finish ringing us up. Instead of getting impatient, we laughed it off letting him know it was alright (because he was apologizing again) because we have all been on the other side of customer service. We knew it wasn’t his fault. It’s just a matter of circumstances. We’re also not buttholes. One of the worst thing to do to someone who is working as best as they can is to make it worse but telling them that what they’re doing is not enough.

This popped up in my mind so stay with me for another second. Some people will say, Why should I treat servers like special snowflakes? They chose to serve, why should I expect less than great service? I’m not saying lower your standards on what you believe to be decent service but I’m also saying it’s not cool to be a butthole. That’s all. 🙂

To keep this post from being too long I’m breaking up the adventure over two posts. Tomorrow’s post will be about the better leg of our adventure (with a few road rage moments thrown in).

Thanks for reading! Peace!

Daily Blog that’s not actually Daily

There are many things that prevent me from posting daily like I keep claiming I do in my tags. The big one was that I was visiting family for a month. Originally it was supposed to only be for a weekend but then they needed help. Anything for family right? However, when it became obvious that they weren’t actually going to let me help out the way I thought I was supposed to (and the fact that I really missed my husband) I got the next cheap plane ticket home. Ultimately it was when they asked me to stay just so I could see an aunt that I haven’t seen in ten years that pushed me to book my ticket back home.

My aunt is not someone I care to be around but that’s for a different blog post.

I got home almost two weeks though, so why haven’t I posted in that time? My laptop (which is actually my husband’s old one) decided to play dead. Finally today I was able to get it to cooperate with me.

I do have the mobile version of WordPress on my phone but I’m not a fan of typing out a post on it. It takes longer and since my phone is on the fritz (thank you toddler for throwing it into the bathtub while mommy was making your bath) it’ll sometimes delete my post before I can publish it.

So my current solution to the lack of posts on my blog is to write a bunch of them out (and believe me, after a month and a half, I have quite a few topics I would like to write about) and then schedule them for throughout the week.

Thanks for reading this extremely short post! Peace!

Things to keep in mind when you’re visiting Hawaii

This post has been brought to you by the random memories of customer interactions from when I worked at a popular coffee shop by the hotels on the Big Island.

I’m just going to get right into it:

Keep in mind that the islands of Hawaii are tropical and tracking weather here is always off a bit. Especially if you’re on the Big Island (which has several different climates). Be prepared for cold days and hot days as well as random thunderstorms that can last at least two weeks and heat waves during what should be the “cool” months (September to May).

•When sightseeing, the driver needs to remain focused and going speed limit to prevent possible accidents. There are plenty of places to pull off and stare at the scenery. Adding to this, if you are going to stop and take pictures, go all the way off the main road (you look like a jerk if you don’t).

•When you ask locals for help finding a place, keep in mind that they’re going to give you directions according to locally recognizable buildings that you may miss. Also if you try to correct a local on a location or a pronunciation, they will stop helping and point you in the opposite direction.

DO NOT TAKE ANY PLANTS OR ROCKS FROM ANY SACRED SIGHTS It is rude.

BEWARE of tour companies offering to take you to hidden places or onto private property. Some are illegal and they don’t have the permission of the owner. Always ask questions so you don’t get into trouble.

•If looking for local souvenirs to take back home, definitely hit up local farmer markets and even the random street vendors you see on non-market days. Buying local helps the state economy which in turn helps locals survive (living in Hawaii costs a lot).

Be Careful of the homeless. Some of them are sent here on one-tickets from their home state because they lack the resources to otherwise take care of mental or welfare needs. Other homeless are lazy and are here to ride on the generosity of the locals. Then some are addicts. However, many of them are families who can’t afford both the rent and food as the cost of living keeps going up so they choose to feed their families (these are good people and you need not be wary of them; just the homeless with the same signs).

•There are very few places and businesses that are open 24/7 so best to stock up on food and snacks and drinks before 11 if you’re a late night type of person.

Lastly, enjoy yourself while you’re visiting. Go out and explore the islands. Stay in the hotel and relax. Expand your food horizons. Hit up restaurants that you recognize. Either way, Hawaii has almost everything.

Thank you for reading! Peace!