When I first moved to Hawaii, I was always uncomfortably warm. It was not an over the top kind of discomfort, but rather an insidious sort. In fact, I often didn't know I was uncomfortable until I would enter the local grocery store, Foodland. Foodland is the only building I entered on a regular basis in my first month in Hawaii that was air conditioned.
In short, that means that Foodland was my only refuge from the warm, wet, tropical air of the islands. The humidity here seeps into everything. Within a matter of hours of our arrival, everything we own that had any metal in it began to rust. Water is the one inescapable force on the island. It surrounds us. It penetrates us. It makes us slightly damp no matter how strenuously we avoid exercise.
But not Foodland. Foodland was cool and dry and inviting. Foodland was air conditioning nirvana.
The funny thing was, the humidity was not really as annoying as I had anticipated. On an annoying scale that ranges from swinging on a hammock while listening to lapping waves (least annoying) to having that cell phone guy constantly repeating "Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?" right in your face (most annoying), I would say that the humidity ranked right around a TV playing in the background while you are reading. Sure it is annoying, but only if you stop and think about it. Otherwise it fades into the background so that it hardly even registers. You really only notice it is annoying when someone turns it off and you feel the part of your brain that registers minuscule amounts of annoyance switch off. It is a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding in.
That is how the humidity was to me. I would leave my house to walk over to Foodland, thinking about important things like soup or cookies or apartheid. I wouldn't even notice that my 200 meter, 3 minute walk had caused a slight sheen of perspiration, or that my body temperature was ever so slightly elevated. Until I walked into Foodland. As soon as I walked out of the humidity into the air conditioning it was like someone had turned off the TV in the background. I hadn't really been paying attention to it, but now that it was gone I felt more at ease.
Eventually, after purchasing soup and cookies, I would leave Foodland and the weight of the air as I walked through the door would settle down on to me. It was uncomfortable at first, but by the time I got to my house I had forgotten all about it.
That was a year ago.
Just a few weeks ago I saw a movie. It must not have been a very good movie, because I don't even remember what it was. What I do remember is this. After spending two hours in the movie theater, I stepped outside and the heavy Hawaiian air settled on to me. And I realized that the TV had been on in the background the whole time I was in the air conditioned movie theater. But once I stepped outside ... it stopped.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
|The best thing about Tonga? The people. The best thing|
about the people? The kids.
If I ever run across a magic genie who offers me three wishes, the first would certainly be death to all mosquitoes. And I don't care if that means trout and bat populations would suffer as I wipe out a major food source. I appreciate all those creatures do for us in eating as many mosquitoes as possible, but really, if they were better at their job I wouldn't need to waste a wish getting rid of mosquitoes anyway.
I really, really hate mosquitoes. All mosquitoes.
So imagine my surprise a couple of months ago while I was travelling in Tonga, when a lone mosquito found its way into the bathroom in my hotel and homed in on me as I got out of the shower. I saw it coming and knew it was either it or me. I prepared myself for battle. My opening salvo was a half-hearted swing I took at the little bugger as it approached me. I knew the swing wouldn't kill it, but I needed to distract it enough so I could attach my towel firmly around my waist and devote both hand to the single most deadly move in the world of mosquito combat: the death clap.
However, after my initial swing, the mosquito backed off! I could just imagine it shrugging its tiny little mosquito shoulders and saying, "OK. You don't want me to bite you? 'S all good!" In my experience, mosquitoes are like hell hounds, paparazzi, and telemarketers. Once they set you in their sights, you either have to give in and let them have their way with you, or you have to kill them. But not this mosquito. It was, by far, the most agreeable mosquito I have ever encountered. Had it been a typical American mosquito, it would have continued to pursue me, and I would have ended up wiping its smashed little corpse off my hand and flushing it down the toilet. In Tonga I did something I thought was impossible for me. I spared the life of a blood sucker.
Several days after this encounter, the entire Tongan ferry system shut down for about a day and a half. Lots of travelers, both Tongan and foreign, were left stranded wherever they were (the country's airlines were already completely overbooked due to a very large Catholic conference being held in the capital). At one point, a ferry worker spoke to a large group of would-be travelers and told them that a boat to one of the outer islands many people had hoped to ride, would not, in fact, be operating. "Do you know when it will leave?" asked one of those waiting in line. "Well, it will not leave today" answered a ferry employee. "Will it leave tomorrow?" "Oh yes, it should certainly be ready to go by tomorrow!" "But yesterday you said it would certainly leave today." The ferry employee shrugged and walked away. All the white people within earshot of this conversation looked at each other with clenched teeth and pulsing veins in their foreheads as they threw luggage, cursed, and generally expressed discontent the way we are taught in kindergarten should be avoided at all cost.
The Tongans, on the other hand, shrugged, chatted with anyone who was willing, spontaneously produced enough food to constitute a small feast out of nowhere (all Tongans seem to have the near mystical ability to produce food at any given time) and did their best to turn their luggage into a makeshift bed. "If the ferry goes tomorrow, it will go tomorrow," they said. "If it goes the next day, then it will go the next day."
It makes me wonder. If we, in the US, lived life just a little more chill, would our mosquitoes take a cue from us? One thing is for sure, Tongan mosquitoes live longer than American mosquitoes.
Monday, August 9, 2010
|Fois Gras with Fried Mushrooms|
In 2007, a little less than 5 million people visited Oahu. Needless to say, that is a lot of breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. And in my own humble way, I like to think of all those tourists ordering meals as giving the chefs lots of practice ... for me. And my wife. And occasionally my kids(I have a twelve-year-old who would push an NFL linebacker out of the way for duck confit, a ten-year-old who is so picky she will eat almost nothing ... but she loves perfectly cooked octopus with a sweet and spicy sauce, and an eight-year-old whose favorite cake is red velvet).
Last month I had the opportunity to do some travelling (more on that later), and I had some great meals. However, I was travelling solo, and an amazing meal is simply not as amazing with no one to share it with. So when I came home, I was eager to find a great meal I could share with my wife. We ended up driving down to Honolulu to visit a place called Hiroshi's. Hiroshi's happy hour deal is that, between 5:30 and 6:30 the entire menu is half price. So instead of ordering a couple of dishes and sharing like we usually do, we ordered six dishes (but stuck with sharing as per usual). We ordered Moi Carpaccio, fried Kona abalone, sous vide lobster tail on squid ink pasta, fois gras with fried mushrooms, seared sea scallops with an amazing butter sauce, and pork belly. So good. We can't wait to go back.
|Seared Sea Scallops with Butter Sauce|
|Sous Vide Lobster Tail on Squid Ink Pasta|
Sunday, August 8, 2010
My wife has a blog. I make fun of her for having one. My wife reads blogs ... a lot. I make fun of her for this as well. However, I have, at long last, decided to give in to her I-win-this-round-you-schmuck looks and comments and start my own blog. You are right dear ... you win this one.
But it isn't my fault. A year and a half ago when I applied for a job on the North Shore of Oahu in Hawaii, I had no intention of moving there. It was too far from family. Although I have lived away from my family for my entire adult life, it was always comforting to know that with a relatively short plane ride, or a relatively long car ride, I could visit. Hawaii was simply too far ... and there is no chance of driving from Hawaii to ... well ... anywhere.
In addition, I tend to define my quality of life by how much time I spend in the mountains. While Oahu has some beautiful mountains, I tend to like my mountains cold, gray, and icy, not steamy hot and dripping with vegetation. So Hawaii was out. No chance. Plan Z.
Six months after I referred to BYUH as "plan Z" it was suddenly my dream job. Our visit (the university flew not only me, but my wife out for a visit) solidified that there was no place I would rather be than Hawaii. I found that I loved the university and I loved the diversity of students. Which is good since I got the job.
So now I live on a small green rock in the middle of the big blue sea. Family visits once a year or so. Friends promise to visit ... but we have yet to host anyone. Hence this blog. The purpose of this blog will be so that I feel I am doing my part to keep family and friends connected with us a little better. My wife maintains a blog that focuses mostly on homeschooling our children. This blog will focus on how amazing it is to live in La'ie. And make no mistake, it is amazing.
Which brings me to my final point for this initial post. There will be no holding back in this blog. If you easily succumb to feelings of jealousy leading to rage, you may want to avoid this blog. I have a great family, love my job, and live in paradise. I try to be gentle on Facebook (whether my FB friends believe that or not), and not brag about how great my life is too much. Not here. You have been warned.