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| Saturday, 6-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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Na Leo, Makana, & Brook Lee: Christmas Concert in Whittier, CA
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Dave Palmer bids good by to a 4yr usher & future Rhodes scholar
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Miss Universe, Brook Lee,MC. Drop da jaws gorgeous. Akamai,too.
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Opening with the sensational Makana
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A sold-out Christmas concert by the combined forces of Na Leo Pilimehana, the gifted Makana as the opener, the knockout Miss Universe (Miss USA and Miss Hawai'i) Brook Lee as graceful hula dancer and adroit mistress of ceremonies, the talented Na Leo backup musicians, and eye-catching hula dancers of 'Ilima 'O Lei Hula Halau was a most special event. 
The Aloha Spirit was definitely present, engendering an especially warm atmosphere in the Shannon Center at Whittier, already a most intimate venue. We were in for a treat even mo' 'ono den fresh kulolo (that's pidgin English for: more delicious than freshly made coconut-taro pudding). And as any kanaka (Hawaiian) knows, kulolo is hard to beat!
Ki~ ho~`alu (Slack key) guitar artist Makana awed the audience with his skillful dexterity and well sustained ornamentation. He was even MORE wonderful than his last performance, which seemed hardly possible and which I wrote tons about as Aunty D in "The Taropatch": http://www.taropatch.net/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=1244 And added bonus was that buffed Makana looked absolutely delicious in Lehua's sexy Victoria Secrets pajama bottoms  and matching gold lei po'o hulu (feather head lei).
Na Leo rose to new heights with their Christmas concert. With impeccable and powerful harmonies, a full and smooth sound, perceptive phrasing and polish, the women of Na Leo -- Lehua Kalima Heine  , Nalani Choy  and Angela Morales -- gave an impressive performance of a balanced, astutely chosen program of Christmas music and crowd favorites (their Na Leo medley was 'ONO and satisfying).
They were also a bit punchy (this being their last in a string of concerts in California and they went SHOPPING in the morning), but their wacky (pupule?  ) sense of humor made them even more "local" and adorable to us displaced keiki o ka 'aina (children of the islands). It was fun to watch Nalani being t'rown off by Lehua's and Angie's non sequitur interruptions.  Non sequitur, big word for "nevah make sense."
The evening was filled with great moments, coming from the singers' careful focus and cohesive balance. They have such an understanding of music! With sounds that created that rare tingling sensation that only good music can produce (we call it chiiicken skin in Hawai'i), their rendition of 'Ave Maria' was spellbindingly splendid.  'O Holy Night' showcased their most unique unity of sound, richness of tone, and word coloring.
The hula dancers provided delightful animation, enthusiasm and feeling to the songs, and the keiki (children) dancers, in particular, delighted the crowd. They reminded my husband and me of our own participation in Christmas pageants as keiki -- long, long ago -- at Waiakea and Pahoa Elementary Schools, respectively. We have no delusions; last night's keiki were far more "with the program" than we ever were. That's what music and dance will do to us makule (senior) folks. We get to relive our wonder years growing up in the best place place on Earth not only in our minds, but in our hearts. 
One particularly wee one - who danced a solo - was utterly charming and brought such a sense of joy to her performance. My digital camera doesn't take "action" shots well, so the pictures, dey not so good. Even if junk da peekchas, I'm grateful that the theatre management allows cameras (as long as "no flash") in the theatre, as we will cherish the performance shots for years to come.
Na Leo, MAHALO A~ NUI for not only getting us into the Christmas spirit, but for bringing us home for Christmas... Especially, MAHALO me ke ALOHA for singing more Hawaiian songs at Whittier: Moe Keale's daddy's song, UA MAU  , and the medley of Kona Kai 'Opua and Hilo Hula made us, former residents of Moku o Keawe (Big Island) more happy than you will ever know, in a good homesick, tears welling up in da maka way. 
And again, Mahalo for making our friend, LeRoy, so very happy. He's the guy we're now going to identify as: "Da Japanee guy wearing da black Na Leo t-shirt, all proud up." 
Dave Palmer, you listening?  HANA HOU! Do bring Na Leo and their gang back to Whittier next year! I thought their Cerritos concert in October was the absolute tops (documented here: http://hwneye.fotopages.com/?entry=22476 ) and yet, Na Leo and gang managed to exceed it at Whittier! They are fabulous and so easy on the ears AND eyes. I know our perennial favorites Jerome, John, Moon, Keola, and The Brothers Caz are cute guys wale no~, but that stellar line-up could use some rounding out with more wahine and their dulcet tones!
Also, last but not least, MAHALO to the Heine, Choy and Morales 'ohana (families) for letting us borrow your mommies (and for the daddies who now need vacation, your wives). We all have different missions in life. We thank you for letting your mommies (and wives) fulfill their missions in their lives -- which is to share their God-given gifts and The Aloha Spirit -- not only with you, but with the world. They make the world a better place with their sharing... I hope you all got lots of surprises (and honi).
~Aunty D  http://hawaiianlanguage.com & http://hwneye.fotopages.com/
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| Friday, 5-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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I Made the Switch!
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September Morn, a painting by Paul Chabas
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The Fotopages Administrator noticed that many users have text blogs on other sites, e.g. Xanga, Livejournal and wondered why folks here maintained both, instead of just using Fotopages?
I switched right away from a web journal to FOTOPAGES, exclusively.
I saw and appreciated the huge potential of this site and was immediately converted. I promptly linked my FOTOPAGE URL to my entry page over at my (old) web journal - SEPTEMBER MORN -- and moved right in here, almost as soon as I first posted here.
Posting pictures and text are done with the greatest of ease here. Fotopages beats plain old blogs and cumbersome web pages. I haven't looked back once!
What I like most here is a sense of community. I like my neighbors. I like interacting with them. I like taking a peek in their lives and their corner of the world. I am one happy camper in my new home.
Me ka Mahalo (With thanks),
HAWAIIAN EYE
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| Thursday, 4-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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The Last Samurai
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After the gore, the peace of the Christmas tree
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Looking for the book...
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I have no divine power; I make honesty my Divine Power.
I have no magic power; I make personality my Magic Power.
I have neither life nor death; I make Aum my Life and Death.
~ The Samurai Creed
Last night, we went to see the movie, The Last Samurai. I'm discriminating about my movie choices. A lover of peace and calm, I prefer happy endings and spiritual, nonviolent themes. The word "last" in the title speaks for itself, and a non-violent samurai movie -- well, it doesn't exist. Gory scenes, seppuku, head rolling. Violence in the cause of inner peace. I knew what I was in for...
My curiosity got the best of me. I knew the movie would be providing glimpses of my ancestors' lives on my father's side of the family. My father's mother -- my beloved grandmother from Yamaguchi Prefecture, Japan -- is descended from a priestly line with roots in Shintoist, Zen Buddhism, Confucianism and Christianity (surprisingly, and of the kakure sect). On the opposite end of the spectrum, my grandfather's lineage was that of the samurai, a hereditary class of warriors similar to the medieval knights.
According to the family genealogy and written records, my great, great grandfather served as a general under Lord Hosokowa, who ruled over Kumamoto. He was one of those "warriors who gave their lives for what seems to be a forgotten word: honor."
When the feudal system that the samurai enjoyed financially and socially was abolished, hard times fell upon my grandfather's family. He took off to Hawai`i to make his own fortune (which he never did). For the rest of his life in a foreign land, my stoic grandfather is said to have lived by the samurai code of ethics called the Bushido. On the top shelf of his bedroom closet were his two swords.
In the end, life defeated him. His fortune was never made. He lost his first and favored son. He fell ill. He became a burden to himself and his family. In samurai tradition, he committed suicide. Not by seppuku. Not by his sword (those were hidden from him as he grew more and more despondent). But by hanging...at the end of three doors in a row...
He killed himself... I was six when that happened. I remember that morning with crystal clarity. I close my eyes and I can still hear my grandmother's anguished cries when she found him. These many years later, it takes a Tom Cruise movie to help me understand his gruesome death and come to terms with it. My grandfather's death was an honorable samurai thing to do.
Watching the movie, I came to a deeper appreciation of the samurai values that have percolated down to me via my Hawai'i born father, who was greatly influenced by his father. My father himself was a fearless warrior filled with the samurai spirit. He fought in World War II as a member of the US Army's 442nd infantry, the most decorated unit in history with the heaviest casualties. He returned home and applied samurai values and principles and lived the "Go for Broke" motto, becoming a self-made success.
I am also my grandmother's grandchild. When my grandfather died, I moved in with her, ostensibly to "keep her company." I became her favorite grandchild, and we became wholly devoted to one another. One with nature, she lived the life in keeping with her lineage, that of an ascetic priestess. She chanted three times a day, read scriptures, and devoted her life to intercessory prayer and healing. She held me close under her spiritual wing, imbuing me with her deep spirituality.
"To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn. And a time for every purpose, under Heaven." Her spiritual lessons were not to reach full application and fruition until my father's illness. Since, her spiritual influence on me has been profound. I find that I am increasingly emulating her life. She was -- and remains, although she passed on when I was 16 -- my primary role model.
Although I am first and foremost a spiritual peace seeker, I do not fool myself. I also know that I am a woman warrior. All the progeny of samurai -- male or female -- can be samurai. Women samurai were not rare in the ancient times; they were not relegated to the home as they were in WWII. Like my ancestors, I can be a fierce one, as those who have wronged me can attest.
Samurai values emphasize discipline, perfectionism, and honor, and also include and are not limited to: loyalty, courage, knowing oneself, fearlessness of death, honesty, self sacrifice, justice, saving face, shame, refined manners, purity, modesty, frugality, martial spirit, compassion and affection. These values may have a place in the 21st century. They certainly have a place in my life.
This is Tom Cruise's best performance. It is also the American debut of a most appealing Asian man, Ken Watanabe. This was a uplifting movie. Most satisfying. For me, enlightening.
And now to read Musashi Miyamoto's Five Rings...
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| Wednesday, 3-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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Thanksgiving Afterglow
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Autumn Bounty
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A Turkey Cookie, made by Kyle
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An Autumn Rose
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Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. A day of thanks with the best of ingredients: Pumpkin pie. Gathering of family and friends. Crisp, autumn air. Colorful leaves. Warm tones. No diet. Calm. Peace. A heart full of Mahalo...
I keep Thanksgiving in my heart all year 'round, as a happy heart is one filled with thanks. By these words of wisdom, so eloquently and precisely expressing my thoughts and heart, I abide:
"How wonderful it would be if we could help our children and grandchildren to learn thanksgiving at an early age. Thanksgiving opens the doors. It changes a child's personality. A child is resentful, negativeâ??or thankful. Thankful children want to give, they radiate happiness, they draw people." ~Sir John Templeton
"None is more impoverished than the one who has no gratitude. Gratitude is a currency that we can mint for ourselves, and spend without fear of bankruptcy." ~ Fred De Witt Van Amburgh
"To educate yourself for the feeling of gratitude means to take nothing for granted, but to always seek out and value the kind that will stand behind the action. Nothing that is done for you is a matter of course. Everything originates in a will for the good, which is directed at you. Train yourself never to put off the word or action for the expression of gratitude." ~Albert Schweitzer
"I do not think of all the misery, but of the glory that remains. Go outside into the fields, nature and the sun, go out and seek happiness in yourself and in God. Think of the beauty that again and again discharges itself within and without you and be happy." ~Anne Frank
"Let us remember that, as much has been given us, much will be expected from us, and that true homage comes from the heart as well as from the lips, and shows itself in deeds." ~Theodore Roosevelt
"Do not get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time." ~Galatians 6:9
Hello, Christmas!
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| Tuesday, 2-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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Pain is a weakness leaving the body -- if you let it.
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PAIN!
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I just sent off the following e-mail off to someone I care about. I post it here in case there is someone out there who is also struggling with the diagnosis of an auto-immune disease and wondering what to do about it... You are not alone.
Aloha e,
Pehea `oe, e ku`u punahele (How are you, my favorite one)? Your concerned mother shared with me that your ANA test came back positive and you are now coming to grips with the realities of lupus. I care about you as she and your father do, so now I am concerned, too. I asked her for your e-mail address, so I could talk story with you about it.
I too am a sufferer of auto-immune disease, starting from childhood. I grew up in Pa~hoa in pain with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis (JRA). Every time it rained, I hurt. You know how rainy it is there. Yes, pain visited me often. Almost nightly.The doctors back then dismissed my aching knees as growing pains or a symptom of the "middle child syndrome." I spent my growing up years as a silent sufferer.
I noticed early on when I went to the leeward (drier) side, the Kona side, I always felt better. Going to school in Honolulu brought huge relief, then moving to desert-like Southern California "cured" me. It was not until I was studying human diseases in college that I self-diagnosed it and then had it confirmed with a blood test.
The diagnosis made complete sense, and not surprisingly, I am happiest up in Big Bear where the weather is ultra-dry.
It was not until recently that my younger sister and I learned that we had BOTH endured near identical, pain wrought childhoods. We agreed: What hurt most for both of us, perhaps, was that it went unrecognized by our pediatricians and therefore, unacknowledged by our parents and extended family. My older sister and younger brother were spared the juvenile form, but now have early symptoms of RA. I've given them the same counsel I now give you. Yes, there is a genetic factor, but it is exacerbated by overwork, lack of exercise and stress.
My arthritis flared up ferociously when I was going home often to spend time with my father who lived, guess where, on the windward side. Hilo. My disease got so bad five years ago, during the most stressful time in my life when he was dying. I was working long hours, while flying back home once, twice a month, to help care for him. Although I was able to grit my teeth and bear the pain, I wondered at times if it was just a matter of time before I would be permanently disabled. You've heard of the blind leading the blind? Well, during my father's last year, I felt like the sick caring for the sick.
I did come to the realization that I was of no help whatsoever to anyone, if I was permanently disabled. After my father passed on, I cut my workload in half, cutting my income in half by paying others to carry half my load. Lo and behold, I started getting my nightly 8+ hours of sleep and it did wonders.
I made it my personal project to de-stress and get well. And that's how the hawaiianlanguage.com site came about. It was therapy.
Yes, I may have disappointed a lot of folks when I was no longer easily available or willing to take on their family and friends. In some ways, I felt disappointed in myself. Why did my body fail me when I was at the peak of my profession, just when I felt I was making a real difference by breaking that glass ceiling by serving in a leadership role on a national basis?
In hindsight, I'm so grateful that I did take that time out to take care of me. Trust me, not easy for someone who is used to always caring for others. In the end, there has been no sacrifice. My quality of life has dramatically improved in unexpected ways that count the most.
I have regained my health, although it is constant maintenance and awareness of the subtle signs before it hits me like a sledge hammer. For me, it starts with an eye ache! It's my body telling me -- before it has to scream at me -- that I am pushing myself too hard. In hindsight, always 20/20, I'm glad that I heeded its pleading and allowed a weakness to leave my body...
Like you, I have perfectionistic, workaholic tendencies that I have to work at curbing. Pa`akiki! (Hardheadedness!) THOSE are my weaknesses. I still struggle at coming to terms with them.
There is a Hawaiian word that kept coming to mind when I was going through the worse of the pain. The word is pono (which means good and proper). Its literal meaning is "to be balanced." Work and being an achiever had tipped my scales, and I recognized that I had to find a more healthy balance to my life. I became pono in its literal sense. I got balanced and healthy. Hula for fun and EXERCISE has helped. Doing things just for fun, too. Just doing NOTHING -- while listening to Hawaiian music, especially Keali'i's, Moe's and IZ's -- is so healing. Who woulda thunk!?
My husband teaches college, and professors do something that is very pono. They take a sabbatical semester off every seven years. I think it is time for you to take a sabbatical.
Anyway, I pray that you will take your body's warning signs seriously and promptly, so you may avoid the bigger catastrophes -- scar tissue, wrecked kidneys and other vital organs, etc. I have seen the devastating effects of lupus. It is not so rare. My mom's best friend died a grueling death from its heart, lung and kidney complications My husband's girlfriend before I came along has been battling this cruel disease most of her life. She's a PE teacher, who tends to push her body too far; in return, lupus has been very unkind to her.
He mea NUI, kou ola a me kou kino (A big deal, your life and your body). He mau makana henoheno (Cherished gifts). No'o au (Think I): God is watching out for you. This morning, I inexplicably ran across this article on my MSN Today pop-up:
http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/refpages/RefArticle.aspx?refid=761561517
No coincidences in life, just God-cidences. E ma~lama pono (Take good /proper care).
Me ke Aloha,
http://www.geocities.com/sptmbrmrn/who.htm
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| Monday, 1-Dec-2003 00:00 |
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26 Things: Game 2
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26 Things is a fun photographic game - no winners list, no prizes handed out. On a given date (December 1, 2003), 26 items are posted on the website and participants set out to photograph each item in their own interpretation. http://www.sh1ft.org/26things/
These are my interpretations for Game 2. We almost lost our beautiful, pristine mountain valley to the wildfires last month, so putting this together was extra meaningful.
These are all new photos, taken on a glorious, sun-filled Saturday afternoon in Big Bear, California. Retreating to our home called Heaven on weekends is always a high point in our lives. Up here, I AM on
The word 'familiar' stumped me  , and so my dear husband (DH) let me get familiar with him... 
Hopefully, these will succeed in putting you in the holiday spirit.
Me ke Aloha a me Mele Kalikimaka,
HAWAIIAN EYE
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| Sunday, 30-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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More THANKSGIVING DINNER photos
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Mostly taken by Alana with Uncle T's Nikon Coolpix 4500.
I received this in an e-mail from my Maui niece, Kalika. Its message is fitting as we wrap up our Thanksgiving weekend:
If you woke up this morning
with more health than illness,
you are more blessed than the
million who won't survive the week.
If you have never experienced
the danger of battle,
the loneliness of imprisonment,
the agony of torture or
the pangs of starvation,
you are ahead of 20 million people
around the world.
If you attend a church meeting
without fear of harassment,
arrest, torture, or death,
you are more blessed than almost
three billion people in the world.
If you have food in your refrigerator,
clothes on your back, a roof over
your head and a place to sleep,
you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank,
in your wallet, and spare change
in a dish someplace, you are among
the top 8% of the world's wealthy.
If your parents are still married and alive,
you are very rare,
especially in the United States.
If you hold up your head with a smile
on your face and are truly thankful,
you are blessed because the majority can,
but most do not.
If you can hold someone's hand, hug them
or even touch them on the shoulder,
you are blessed because you can
offer God's healing touch.
If you can read this message,
you are more blessed than over
two billion people in the world
that cannot read anything at all.
You are so blessed in ways
you may never even know.
AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE BLESSED
WHEN YOU HAVE ME AS A FRIEND.
PEACE AND LOVE ALWAYS.
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| Saturday, 29-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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CHANGE: Clouds to Snow to Ice to Water then back to Clouds
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CHANGE: Clouds to Snow to Ice to Water then back to Clouds
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The second photo challenge theme is CHANGE. This picture depicts that word for me: Clouds to Snow to Ice to Water, then back to Clouds. Or, vaporized water to solid water to liquid water then back up to vaporized water.
More photo challenge entries here.
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| Friday, 28-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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THANKSGIVING DINNER, HAWAIIAN STYLE!
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Pupu (Appetizers) in the autumn-bedecked rec room. AD went wild.
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Alana, Samara, & James Dean's (aka Jeremy's) chin
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Mai On & Mark, the newest additions join in on the feasting
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For almost 25 years, we have gathered for Thanksgiving dinner with six families with Hawai`i roots. Expatriates in Southern California and an ocean away from our families in Hawai`i, we "orphans" adopted each other. These years later, we've spent more Thanksgiving dinners together than with our original families back in Hawai`i; we've become family in the truest heart sense.
Yesterday, we hosted the sit-down dinner in Suburbia. Hawaiian style is pot-luck, and with food and drinks in large coolers, our adopted family converged in the park's rec room from points south, Escondido, San Diego, and Orange County; points north, San Fernando Valley; and from far away as Las Vegas, Washington D.C. and New York state.
Our ha~nai family has grown and keeps right on growing. Loreen's and Kent's Kyle, at age three, is the youngest member; dressed as a pilgrim, he was adorable. Soon to join us is Jonathan's and Samara's bun in the oven. Austin Kai or Kiera Nalani is expected to make his/her debut in early February.
This year, Alana's boyfriend, Jeremy, and her housemate, Mai On, and Aunty D's nephew, Mark, joined our holiday festivities. I think at first they were taken aback by all the hugging and kissing    . And the commotion and ear-splitting din, oh my! This group's Aloha for each other is nothing short of ENTHUSIASTIC, EFFUSIVE, and LOUD. Among ourselves, there are no shrinking violets in this group. Our Aloha Spirit is very contagious, and it wasn't long before Jeremy, Mai On and Mark were a part of our spiritedness .
After a thanksgiving pule (prayer) with hands held in a circle, we plunged right into the pu~pu~ (appetizers), which included fresh sashimi from Eddie, a platter of assorted sushi, shrimp cocktail, guacamole and chili chips and Matt's and Shannon's "like gold" Virginia peanuts. Salads, this year, included Aileen's Caesar's Salad, Loreen's Chinese Chicken Salad, Kisa's Tropical (with mangoes!) Fruit Salad and Sue's Potato Salad. Side accompaniments included slices of fresh, home-grown persimmons from Escondido, scallions (rakkyo), olives, pickles (koko), and shredded burdock root (kinpira).
Between the pu~pu~ hour and dinner, Gamemeister Aunty Faith drove the group outside and divided it into two teams for a wild game of ball toss. This was not a wimpy game at all, and we're not talking one ball at a time. Try three balls at a time, coming at you from any direction  . Hardly lame. After working up our appetites for dinner, Aunty Faith settled us down with a uniquely Hawaiian paper-and-pencil game of anagrams. Poi was easy to find, so was namasu. Finding the words KAMEHAMEHA and LILIUOKALANI was not as easy as you would think. Sharp-eyed Orin won, hands-down  .
Our group's Thanksgiving menu is never the same old-same old. Every year, the menu is full of surprises, always intriguing and culturally diversified. Basically, we keep the traditions of the turkey dinner sacred. With a huge roast turkey, slices of jellied cranberry sauce, Samara's and Jonathan's mashed potatoes, Sue's sweet potatoes and Alana's yams, and ladles of home-made gravy, it is as traditional as the Mayflower and its pilgrims.
The rest is no-holds barred. This year, it was Hawaiian-style, apau (all the way). An unvarying staple is rice. Plain, white rice. You can take islanders out of the islands, but you can't take rice away from islanders. Hot gravy over hot rice. Ahh, "brok' da mout'."
The super treat this year was lots and lots of fresh poi, Hawai`i's ultimate comfort food. Check out that gigantic bowl of 'ono gray matter  . What poi shortage? Iced lomi salmon and  steaming-hot kalua pig rounded off the menu. Mahalo to the entire Shigs clan from Escondido for the authentic tastes of Hawai`i.
Everyone ate heartily out of the zone.
After stuffing our faces to the limit, a rowdy game of penny roulette ensued with many, many happy winners. No losers in this group. Uncle T then lead a lusty sing-a-long of mainly hapa haole tunes -- and to this group's credit, Pearly Shells, in English AND Hawaiian, thanks to the lyrics in Keali`i Reichel's liner notes from KE'ALAOKAMAILE, which served as our dinner music CD. Watch for it at a music store near you; it is absolutely wonderful.
http://the.honoluluadvertiser.com/article/2003/Nov/23/il/il10a.html
For dessert, there was Bobbie's and Larry's pumpkin mochi dessert. And in keeping with a traditional Thanksgiving, there were pumpkin and apple pies, served a la mode, compliments of Faith, LeRoy and Mark. Earlier, Jeremy's J's pinot noir was the perfect accompaniment for turkey, and his ice wine was the perfect finale to a rich, full meal  .
All good times and my favorite holiday must come to an end, and as is Hawaiian tradition, yummy leftovers were piled into take-home containers to be later savored along with the memories . Biiiiiiiig MAHALO to the Secret Pal who packed up leftovers for us and put them in the refrigerator for us to find today! 
[color=red]More Thanksgiving photos here: http://hwneye.fotopages.com/?entry=20610[/color]
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| Thursday, 27-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Food, Glorious Food
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Humongous Turkey Drumsticks at California Adventure
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Heard of pigging-out? This is turkeying-out.
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Airline Food, Hawaiian Air-style
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Here are my contributions to this week's photo challenge: FOOD.
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