Archive for November, 2013

Hawaii Pacific University's winter art show

November 29th, 2013

Hawai'i Pacific University, a longtime supporter of the arts in the public community, has an art gallery at its Windward campus. "The primary focus of the gallery is the showing of art in a variety of media produced by artists who live and work in Hawaii. The gallery provides 2,000 square feet of open exhibition space allowing for wall-mounted and free-standing displays," according to its website.


It has a year-round exhibition schedule whose primary focus is to showcase the work of artists who live and work in Hawai‘i. The current exhibit, on display from November 24, 2013 – January 17, 2014, features the work of a Maui photographer and a Windward painter/ printmaker.

Nancy Vilhauer

Nancy Vilhauer

Kama'aina Chronicles is the title Nancy Vilhauer gave to her series of local folks, mostly hula girls, caught in the "in between" moments of performance. Her artist's statement says:

“Story. Telling. Hearing. Inventing. Stories received through the long tube of time. Silent. Speaking volumes. Extraneous visual noise filtered out. Cultural stories reaching up through time. Cultural stories reaching back. What is new? What is the same? Do young girls get nervous before their halau steps on stage? Did their great- great-grandmothers fidget in church 85 years ago? Do the lei makers dream of a day on the beach?

Who wants to know these stories? I do.

Who wants to bring these stories forward?

I will try.”

Nancy's paintings

Nancy's paintings

Nancy and husband Terry

Nancy and husband Terry

Maui photographer Gwen Arkin's exhibit, Listen to the Trees, is the culmination of nearly three years' work photographing the garden of former poet laureate W. S. Merwin. "Merwin’s generous sharing of his property and quiet support of the artist’s artistic voice lends this work deep significance, infusing each image with far more than documentary value. Ms. Arkin intends to remind the viewer that while her processes are material and governed by time, this ethereal, majestic garden abides by a different order. Herimages pay homage to the palm forest and its individual trees, as well as to the recognition she shares with Merwin of the fleeting, fugitive beauty of the life of a forest. The finished prints offer a view of the forest and its spirit, but more importantly, lends it another voice to the forest itself," according to her artist's statement.

It's a beautiful series - I attended opening night. The Hawai‘i Pacific University Art Gallery is located on HPU’s windward Hawai‘i Loa campus, 45-045 Kamehameha Highway, in Kaneohe. Gallery hours are Monday through Saturday, 8:00 a.m. – 5:00 p.m. Parking and admission is free and the public is invited. For more information call (808) 544-0228.

Hey, Pilgrim

November 27th, 2013

Alternate working title for this post: Are you smarter than a first grader?

Olivia started asking me what I know about the Pilgrims, because she needs to write a report about them. The teacher read them a story and asked the class to write about it.

"What do you have?" I asked.

"They sailed from England to America, and some died or got sick because of the ship. They left England because they didn't want to go to the King's church; they had their own church to go to. They met Squanto in the spring and he taught them to do all sorts of stuff. They were so happy, they had a feast for three days," she said.

"Who is Squanto?" I asked.

"I have no idea. A guy who was their friend," she answered. "So, what else can I add to this?"

That's actually more information than I know at this point. How embarrassing. I'm American and I just go through this national ritual without thinking too much about the origins.

Pressed to answer, I offered, "Did she tell you the year was 1620?"

"No," Olivia said without enthusiasm. One measly fact; lame, Mom! "What else do you know about this?"

"Um. Did she tell you what they ate for dinner?" I threw back.

"No... do you know anything besides what I told you?" Olivia quizzed suspiciously.

"I don't. We can search it online?" I admitted.

"I'll ask Daddy," she stated, and I could feel my relevance being sucked out of me.

"You can't. It's not his holiday," I explained. "They don't have that in Denmark."

I feel like I've just told her the precursor to the Santa myth. I mean, for years we've said we know all and see all, and now we both know less than she about the Pilgrim Fathers.

In trying to be positive, I will say I am thankful that I still know some things that my kid doesn't. For now.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Storytelling Event at Hawaii Theatre

November 25th, 2013

Experience a unique blend of cultures in this multifaceted event celebrating ancient Japanese creation myths along with Hawaiian myths told by the best story tellers and featuring dance, music, puppetry and drama.

Delightful storyteller Jeff Gere will bring to life the Japanese immigrant story. The talented Cathy Foy will animate the Hawaiian creation myth after classic hula and chants set the stage.

In addition, an ancient Japanese Myth completes this multi-ethnic performance. Feel the historic connection that these diverse island cultures share.

Sponsored by the venerable organization Eishokukai, which is composed of the ancestral families of Shinto priests that carry on ancient traditions and dedicated to sharing cross-cultural awareness and understanding.

Tickets $20 (Senior, students and military - $10)

December 8, 2013

6 PM to 8:30 PM

Mean girls

November 20th, 2013

It seems to be a long standing truth in society that females can be difficult: catty, mean, moody, dramatic. I actually think males can be difficult in their own way, but by and large, this is how the stereotype goes.

Olivia seems to have come upon a "mean girl" phase at school. To be honest, she has never been a sweet, pliant, people-pleasing child. She is stubborn and willful and knows what she wants, for better and for worse!

There is a girl who I"ll call A. Apparently, the two have not gotten along all quarter since school started, and the drama has intensified to the point where Olivia came home from school saying, "A called me ugly. I don't like her."

At school the next day I saw A, who is to my mind, a pretty, sweet, likable kid. A tattled to me, "Olivia is mean to me."

I looked at my kid. "Is this true?"

Olivia looked straight at A and said, "You called me ugly!"

A retorted, "You said I'm not the boss of you!"

Evil stares. Did I really just witness this silly exchange?

Sometimes in the parallel universe that lives in my head I imagine what adult life would be like if grown ups talked to each other like this. It's amusing. No wait. It happens, but with different words. *sigh*

Now it's my obligation to mitigate this. I really don't know what to say. I talked about how not to name call, and how they shouldn't be mean to each other. I said if you don't like each other then don't talk to each other, but it's not necessary to verbally poke at each other.

Later in the week, I asked the teacher what's the story on that. "Different personalities. Not everyone is going to like each other, right? They have to learn to tolerate."

The tension is so great that the two girls had to be separated in the seating chart and can't even look at each other without creating some kind of fuss.

Ridiculous! I can't believe this is happening at age six!

Six! I think I have hard days at work but I guess Olivia does in her own way.

Any suggestions on how I should handle it or should I just ride it out and let the girls figure out how to live with tolerance?

Tooth fairy

November 18th, 2013

The tooth fairy finally paid Olivia a visit. For months her tooth was loose, and she impatiently would wiggle it and ask when it would come out.

Finally, when it seemed loose enough, Claus got a piece of gauze and pulled it for her. It came right out. She didn't even know it was out at first!


It was very, very exciting. I still remember how excited I was when my dad pulled out my first tooth.

She looked at the tooth and wanted to find a container for it to bring to school for Show & Tell. She actually did not want to put it under her pillow until she brought it to school, because she thought the Tooth Fairy would take it away.

I asked, "Maybe if you write a note, the Tooth Fairy will leave it behind." So Olivia wrote a note.


Then we asked what she expected the Tooth Fairy would leave. She shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Money?"

After we put her to bed, I went upstairs and wrote in my best fairy-like handwriting a little note back to her. We left her a dollar and a big plastic diamond that I had just bought in anticipation of this occasion.


I then hid the jar of other diamonds in the closet. I forced Claus to look at where I put it because I already KNOW that I will hear this question for the next tooth extraction: "Where are the tooth diamonds?"

In the morning, Olivia groggily looked under her pillow and recovered the money and fake diamond. She was nonplussed. She really just wanted to return to sleep.

I put it in a bag for her to take to school, where it received lukewarm reviews. The thing that's most interesting to her is that she's now just like most of her classmates who are losing teeth, and the second most interesting thing is that she can put a straw through the puka where the tooth once was.

One down, 19 more baby teeth to go.

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