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The big news here in Hawaii is all the critics talking stink about Michelle Wie. It's really quite amazing. Shoots. The girl is only 17 years old. People are saying she's washed up. Her best golf is behind her. Huh? She's a kid. A very talented kid who has yet to hit her prime. Do I think she should be competing against the men just yet? In my opinion, she should stick to the LPGA until she's got more professional experience. But what do I know. I'm just a hacker. She's earned $20 million, so maybe she and those advising her know what they're doing.
Last night, I caught the end of a documentary on Mauna Kea and the "development" at the top of that sacred peak. There are oodles of telescopes up there, plus a bunch of support buildings. Supporters say that astronomy is a clean industry and the knowledge gained atop Mauna Kea is of great value to all mankind. But the Hawaiians see it differently. Mauna Kea was historically used as a natural heiau, or temple; a sacred place where the bones of revered kupuna, or elders, were interned after death. Special ceremonies were/are traditionally held there. To them, building telescopes on Mauna Kea is akin to dozing Arlington National Cemetery to make way for a shopping mall or plopping condos in the middle of the Vatican. That the US Government would declare the mountain public land, then lease it to a dozen or more different countries for their respective observatories is tantamount to theft. How, think the Hawaiians, can the US Government lease out land that doesn't belong to them? I have to say, I'm siding with the Hawaiians on this one. When you look at the top of the mountain, you can't help but notice the big buildings up there. Now, astronomers and the University of Hawaii want to build out the mountain, to a total of 24 telescopes. Gadzooks! The Hawaiians are saying enoughs enough and wonder what that money could do if funneled through our local schools or to struggling families or the homeless. It just really doesn't seem pono.
Today, I spent several hours in the library practicing LSAT test questions, getting plenty of the the answers wrong and a few right. After, I had a hankerin' for sushi, but ended up at Aloha Luigi because it was open and the sushi bars were not. I had carnitas tacos with homemade tortillas. Respectably ono. As you might guess from the name, Aloha Luigi also served Italian food.
A hui hou. Aloha.

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