Since writing yesterday, so much has happened! I finally met up with my academic advisor, Jeanne Oka at UH Manoa. She is super nice and we were able to give her the gift we brought over for her: a Texas shaped cutting board and a graduation announcement and a big hug of thanks. I had even thought of a joke before coming to Hawaii for when I would be presenting this to her but I forgot to use it when the time came…I would have bought you cutting boards of the Hawaiian islands but it would be hard to set them all up, spaced out just right and it would be pretty hard to keep your veggies on a tiny Oahu or Maui, you know? Ok it was funny when I said it out loud, not typing it with my thumbs on my little cell phone like now…sheesh!
OK so then we went to the UH bookstore and they had tons of school pride gear, some of which I just had to buy. Once we were ready to pay, we realized we didn’t have Trish’s wallet, the one with the card we are using for purchases on this trip. So I hiked back up the hill to get it from the car and all was well.
After seeing the bookstore and deciding not to buy the foam shaka one might use at a UH football game…we checked out the cafeteria at campus center…Dude!!! They have a built-in Yummys korean bbq in there!!! It smelled soooooo good when we walked inside.
It was too early for us for lunch anyway so we postponed that for a bit and went across the way to Kuykndal 103 where I used to work for CIS, the center for instructional support on campus. I spoke with Clifford Fujimoto for a few minutes and remembered the good old days. He said they were retiring the video editing booth, of which I was the master back in the day.
I told him about my stint in the news and how my experience at CIS totally got me the job and made it possible for me to provide (sorta) for my family and have a little fun doing it too. My video skills still come in handy all the time now and might actually be a huge thing pretty soon if things work out and I successfully make a career change…but shhhh! that’s a different blog k?
We then made it towards Edmundson Hall, home to the zoology department that my dad was a huge part of for about 30 years or so. For some reason I felt like I had a right to go there and see my dad’s old office and lab, which I spent countless hours in, studying, napping, doing chores for my dad, sitting in on these impossible exams he would give his histology students. I had no idea who might be in there now and what it would look like, and was resigned to chicken out when Trish tried the doorknob and it was locked. Seconds later, the door opened and it was a younger guy who looked friendly enough that he just might believe the crazy story I was about to lay on him.
I told the truth to this guy, that this office and lab had been my dad’s for about 30 years and it had sentimental value to me as his son, and that I would really like to be able to see it again. He cheerfully agreed, invited us in, and even allowed me to take video of the place, which I did thoroughly, with the intent to show my dad and for posterity’s sake anyway. That office was my dad’s second home. It was where he could get away and think and do research and he also spent many hours there on personal time doing church duties and writing talks and all kinds of stuff.
Because the place meant so much to him, and because I have so many memories of the place, it means a lot to me and I was very happy to have seen it and be able to document it for him/us and the whole family. It was a bit shocking and sad, however, to see that none of the original furniture, equipment or layout was still there. The place had been turned into a non-teaching research lab for genetic marine studies. I got it all on tape. I don’t know why but that moment is a huge highlight of this trip so far, to do that for my dad. I hope he is as happy to know what came of his home away from home.
We then walked back uphill to the institute of religion and video-documented the place, chatted with Nancy Navas again, and we were on our way.
We went down University Avenue to our first studio apartment as a married couple down on Varsity Circle. Wow! What memories that came flooding back! We have definitely been blessed in our lives. That place is such a hole! But we made it home for the time we were there, you know? That reminds me, I want to go see and document Liona Lanai apartments…the one bedroom hole we lived in last before leaving Hawaii.
We moseyed down Beretania street and over to Young street to see if Meyong’s bbq was still there. NOOOOOOO!!! That place, a house really, was no longer there. Reminds me of the fate of my own house on Young street further down…demolished and paved over for a pet clinic. Nice.
So no “BEST EVER” mac salad and bbq chicken from Meyongs anymore…sigh.
Trish convinced this nice lady at the 76 gas station that she was pregnant and was about to pee all over the store floor, so she let her use the employee bathroom. It amazes me that you can’t count on any place around here for a pulic restroom like you can in Texas, California, etc. At least we found a merciful cashier, and I begrudgingly (HA!) made a purchase of a cold diet coke while there to make the restroom gift more valuable to business. heh heh.
We poceeded to drive down Beretania and I saw my old elementary school (we had also seen my middle school earlier…Washington Intermediate. I glanced over to the bike racks at which I got picked on by a filipino dude who was sour that his ex girlferiend was into me…drama!) and it brought back some vivid memories.
We ended up at Ala Moana and started our trek from the Sears/zippy’s side. I documented the Zippy’s fry-cook area where my brother Morgan worked for quite a while as a teen. He’s a bad-ass cook now too!
Ala Moana has changed SO much! like…you can’t even get into the bottom floor parking due to constsruction. And most of the stores we saw were just high-end uppity rich-people stores that I am normally not interested in even if I had money…which I don’t.
We did get to eat at Makai Market…at poi bowl, where we got the local boy specials…kalua pig, pork laulau, poi, lomi lomi salmon, chicken long rice and haupia. YEAH BABY!!! That was a LONG time coming! It was so cool to see the people there at Makai Market. Mostly locals lined up at poi bowl, and others were getting pizza and other haole food. You can have just about anything there. And there were a lot of cute chicks all over the mall too. Don’t worry, Trish knows and she thinks it’s funny.
By the time we were done with Ala Moana, our feet were pretty darn sore. Remember, we did a bunch of hiking around UH campus the first half of the day. We went back to he hotel (The Pagoda hotel, btw) and rested for an hour before deciding to go over to the huge wal mart/ sams club one block away from here. You know how wal marts on the mainland have a McDonalds right at the entrance? Well this one has an L&Ls!!! A very popular plate lunch place here in Hawaii and even over in california. I had to get something there! mini loco moco and a mahi burger deluxe! chee huuu!
We combed every aisle of Wal Mart and sure enough, as I had predicted, they had all manner of aloha-style goods, like aloha print seat covers, coolers, sleeping bags, aloha shirts, you name it. We got a bunch of stuff!
We made it back to the hotel and had a great night together watchin Japanese TV. yeah..Japanese TV. some newscaster was talking then they went to video of a scuba diver in a pool, jumping around on a pogo stick underwater. Those crazy Japanese! ha ha ha They are EVERYWHERE here! You thought there were too many Mexicans in Texas?? This place is a little Tokyo! They didn’t nickname my high school here Tokyo High for nothing you know!
I am loving every second of it!!!
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Back in Hawaii Episode 1
I can’t seem to get online on my phone to myspace anymore, so I am commandeering this PC at UH Manoa, since I still have a valid student username and password! Heh heh!
So…I’m back in Hawaii and the feelings are very strange. Things are so different now that it’s hard to imagine living here again. Things look so dilapidated in the spots I have driven through so far. We got off on Kinau street, near my old stomping grounds when I lived on Young Street here in Honolulu. The dairy building that was on the corner of Beretania and Keeaumoku is gone. Just a dirty lot now. Weird. And there’s an entire Sam’s club and Wal Mart right on Keeaumoku…I never would have thought that would all fit there…and there it is, in spitting distance from Ala Moana! As if the intersection at Keeaumoku and Kapiolani needed more traffic, right?
This place really looks like it took a huge beating! But that’s just my initial reaction. I still have a few more days to let this all soak in and to see the other parts of Honolulu and O’ahu that have inproved somehow over the time.
So far we have driven to 7-11 and had manapua! And a diet coke, of course, and the requisite 7-11 tuna sandwich I used to get all the time in my college days before my 7 am Spanish class at UH Manoa. Still tastes the same! But it’s over 3 bucks for the small sandwich! AIYA!
We drive by where I was born, the old Kaiser hospital site, where the Hawaii Prince hotel now stands. That changed a long time ago when I was still here in Hawaii. They used the explosion of the building (demolition) as footage in a Magnum PI episode. I tell that to fricken everybody I know for some reason, heh heh. I even made a memory in that new hotel once. I was on a date with Marie Badger, to see a movie at the Marina Twins (that’s gone now too…it’s an Outback…sigh). We sat in the lobby of the hotel hanging out and waiting for the movie time, and we got waited on and she got an orange juice. I don’t remember if I got anything. What I do remember is that when I put down the 10 dollar bill to pay for it, she told me to just leave the money and go, not wait for change. In other words, tip pretty well. That was an interesting lesson. That, and the way she told me she HAD to have her own package of red vines at the movie! My kinda girl.
So then we drove to Ala Wai boat harbor and I pointed out where Shannon Phelps (another girl a dated long ago) used to live…and then Trish was all like..”uh, pretty cool to bring me all the way over to Hawaii for a second honeymoon just to show me where you spent time with all your girlfriends!” HA HA HA HA! She was messing with me, it’s all good.
Then we drove through Waikiki, Kapiolani park, and up and around Diamond Head, up Kapahulu, left on Waialae, and then onto H1 in morning traffic (lame) and right back off onto University Ave. We went up to the Institute of Religion, where we went to church as students. We met up with Sister Navas, who was there back in the day and we chatted for over an hour about all the changes that have occured and so on. She’s really nice.
Now we are on campus at University of Hawaii at Manoa, from whence I shall graduate this Sunday! I am waiting in a waiting area for students who need academic counseling. Jeanne Oka is my advisor and we dropped by to give her a gift and to say thank you. She stuck with me these past 9 to 10 years on making sure I could finish my degree and not just let is slide. I would not have been able to know what to do if it wasn’t for her, really.
I sent her an email and am hoping she comes out sometime soon. But for now, this room is very well air conditioned, and has internet access, so that’s just peachy with me!
More later, if I can get another chance to use a PC online!
Josh
The Bourne Diet Coke Ultimatum
Trish and I went to go see The Bourne Ultimatum tonight. Don’t worry…no spoilers here….just general observations.
I don’t know what it was about this movie that made me almost fall asleep a couple of times…it just wasn’t that great. The hype was SOOOOO huge! I thought for sure that it was going to blow the other two movies away. But that fact is, I can barely remember anything from the previous two movies and this one is almost as forgettable.
There was some great action and hand to hand combat and clever escaping techniques, but it was not GREAT, and because of that, it was forgettable, which is unfortunate. Maybe the bar has been raised so high by the dramas on TV, that if a movie doesn’t live up to that standard, it just isn’t good enough? I don’t know.
The best part of the whole movie was this: Trish and I got to go see it alone, snuck in our own buttered and furikake-ed popcorn (dass right! you heard me!) and even some jumbo sized red vines! They just don’t sell those anymore at the theaters…I don’t know why not, either.
Then after the movie….this big teenage dweeb behind the concession stand tells me I can’t get a refill on my drink because I have the cup that says “free refill” on it. Uh…what? It took me a few minutes to realize that there was some sort of system the theater uses to make sure that people could only get one free refill. They take your cup, throw it away, and give a new cup that has this “mark” on it. Well, it turns out they gave me the wrong cup in the first place AND this whole “system” they are using is not made known to the patrons whatsoever.
So I told the guy that I did not get a refill yet, that it wasn’t my fault that he gave me the wrong cup in the first place. He said that he wasn’t the one who gave me the cup. I said, “Yes, you are. You went and got it and handed it to me yourself about 2 hours ago, and had I been given a receipt, I would show it to you.” He just stood there blinking at me, mouth open…”DUUUUHHHHH!”
I then told him once more to get my refill of diet coke (don’t ever mess with someone who is hell bent on getting a diet coke, by the way) or let me ask his manager to do it and that I didn’t care either way, but it was going to happen. He then proceeded to throw my cup away and give me, yes, the “other” cup that he should have given me the first time. Oh…….my……..goodness.
So he basically chided me for no reason for not having the right cup the first round, then “rectified” the situation by giving me the wrong cup for the second time around…one I could then use later to get a 3rd refill, if I was in the mood. I was not, and we left and that was that. The damn thing costs $4.50 in the first place. That and the principle of it all and the fact that this kid was SUCH a DWEEB!!! There was no way in hell I was going to let that one slide. So I took care of that one.
This makes me want to go on and on about the decline in quality of service and overall experience at today’s movie theaters, but i am too busy packing to go on a trip tomorrow. That topic will have to wait for another day.
GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Josh–

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Momma Gets What Momma Wants

When you really love a certain kind of food, and that food happens to be right in front of you, and you happen to eat that food when you were really wanting it in the first place…. that can be really really satisfying. That is what I get from this photo.
Trish and I went to Sam’s Club to shop (kid-less, still!) and spent some quality time at the food court, with their soft pretzels and all you can drink Diet Coke. Mmmmmmm!
Baby was very happy (and perhaps hyper) after that! Yes, for the readers who may not already know, we are expecting our 4th child. We are about 10 weeks along and so far we know it is going to be a human. Yes, singular. No twins or other multiples of one besides one. We are very happy about it and can’t wait to find out the gender so we can name the kid already and talk to him/her to get them ready for the crazy family he/she is about to become a part of.
So when a pregnant woman tells you they want to eat something specific…you gotta oblige or it gets nasty fast. Tonight Trish told me she was craving raviolis and spaghetti-o’s right out of the can, and she hates that stuff normally. Must be the baby just testing out new foods, albeit pre-chewed, pre-digested, OK, never mind that part, that’s gross. Fortunately, she was also craving soft pretzels (hey wait, she always craves those…that’s probably not the baby asking, then) and they happen to have freshly baked ones at Sam’s Club. Yay for us!
Be good to pregnant people, especially pregnant women. It will pay off manifold!
Pretzel, anyone?
Joshâ„¢
Chabuca’s
Went out to dinner with the family last night. Was good.
There’s a place on Nasa Road 1 called Chabuca’s, a family restaurant, that has an interesting specialty. They have a rotisserrie menu buffet, in which you help yourself to standard buffet items, then as you sit and eat, waiters bring out actual skewers of meat and slice them for you at your table, if you want.
The slices are usually pretty thin, but you’ll notice that after about 10 minutes or so, you can’t keep up with how fast they keep bringing it out, and you almost feel pressured to hurry and eat more. Crazy! But, the meats were quite tasty, even though the turkey was very dry.
They also brought out various sausages and grilled veggies, even grilled fruits, like pineapple and honeydew (very good grilled. Who knew?).
The kids were well treated to the buffet and seemed to drift more toward the fancy fruit and sugar-laced salads. Our waiter was extraordinarily nice and professional. I was telling Trish that I almost felt intimidated by the waiter being nicer that I am to ANYone at any time. Always calling me sir, always checking up on us. I even asked him to bring me some tortillas, even though they are at the buffet, and he did it. I believe we left a good tip.
The biggest problem with eating at Chabuca’s is this: You can barely move after you realize you just ate about 10 pounds of meat. Vomiting isn’t very polite, so that’s not really an option, but very odd things did creep into my mind as to how I should deal with my newfound overstuffed belly. I ended up walking a couple of laps in the parking lot before making the attempt at getting into my truck. Once I did, though, I realized that I couldn’t (more accurately, shouldn’t) reach the pedals and steering wheel. I had to scoot up the chair because my full belly was forcing me back into the chair. I also had to undo my belt and button on my pants to relieve some of the pressure. Made it home, changed, went to the bathroom, sat on the recliner, woke up at 3 am to realize I had fallen aslep right there, went to bed, woke up and here I am blogging it.
Thanks (I think) to Justin and Brooke for the gift certificate that brought us to Chabuca’s in the first place. Justin warned me about the pain I would be in after dinner. Boy, was he right.