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“Welcome, APEC Attendees,” November 2011

We poked some fun at the APEC conference with an open letter to the visiting dignitaries.

Aloha! Thank you so much for the wonderful “Welcome APEC” letter in the current issue. I live in Waikiki and have been feeling so infuriated at all the security and “prettying up” and planned disruptions. Gave me a bout of Island fever after years of living here. But your letter was so funny that it put the whole stupid upcoming week in better perspective. Lovely to be able to laugh about APEC! Mahalo!



“In Praise of the Red Cup,” November 2011

Managing editor Michael Keany ruminated on the unique civic compromise afforded by the simple plastic party cup.

The Scorn of the Red Cup: It’s more than a party essential, it’s a symbol of environmental pollution. Who pays much attention to disposable dishes like the red cup, after all?  One can just forget about them, on the beach, in the naupaka, in the ocean. What’s the big deal? It is true that it is the little things that pollute our beautiful aina and oceans, particularly after a big party where partygoers leave red cups, beer bottles, cigarette butts and whatever else the irresponsible determine is disposable by leaving it on the beach. If only there was a fine of up to $1,000 or even imprisonment up to 30 days for littering with the red cup, that might help stop those who worry about the law, but don’t care about our environment. Aloha Aina!



“How We Lived,” November 2011

We rounded up photos showing the past 100 years of Honolulu history.

Thank you all for the wonderful pictorial piece. It captured an aspect of Hawaii that is, unfortunately, slowly fading.  The photos of the Chun Kow Building on Kapahulu Boulevard were especially touching. As a child, I remember eagerly running into the poi store to pick up some lau laus and a couple bags of poi. I live on the Mainland now, and in retrospect realize how special places like the Hawaiian Food store were. Not only do I miss the comfort food of my childhood, but also the store owners taking time out of their busy days to talk story. To me, this is true social networking. Thank you so much for pictures and words I can share with my little girl, of a Hawaii I knew when I was her age.