Pure Manaʻo

What is the scenery for this book - where does he hang out. Maybe at Mai Tais - loud music, people crammed in - he can't stay in one place for too long, but in Honolulu, he can hide for long periods of time, change venues - but it's hard because he stands out. He does stints of homelessness along the river in Kakaako or by Honolulu Community College. Homeless on the beach or even camping in the valleys.

Day 2 is looking at creating a character with the personality traits of someone you love, but the physical characteristics of someone you don't care for. I've been thinking about moving these Hawaiian myths of the immortals to the 22nd century Hawai'i. There still around so what are they doing? Where are they living. I think the farther away Kamapua'a roams from Puna, the more pretty boy oily he gets. He is the party boy that everyone loves and hates in Honolulu, but behind the wall, when he is at home in the forest, he really is a different person.

 Kamapua'a by   808keaolani I really need to write an article, but I'm having a hard time starting, so I'm trying this 12-day plan of Simple Writing Exercises. Twelve days seems like a long shot for me, but I'll just try it. Day 1: Write 10 potential book titles of books you'd like to write. 1. Mo'olono: Creating an Authentic Dissertation to Tell a Hawaiian Story 2. Finding Your Metaphor to Create an Authentic Dissertation 3. The Mo'o Project 4. Hawaiian Immortals 5. The Disruptor 6. The Trickster 7. The Innocents 8. The Old Ones 9. A Gathering of Queens 10. The Creatures Amongst Us

I came across this poem, "Eating the Bones" by Ellen Bass while I was actually looking for something else, but it just struck me that she is writing about us. Maybe it is a fish and not a piece of beef, but this is my family. Podcast episode 1.02 Eating the Bones The women in my family strip the succulent flesh from broiled chicken, scrape the drumstick clean; bite off the cartilage chew the gristle, crush the porous swellings at the ends of each slender baton. With strong molars they split the tibia, sucking out the dense marrow. They use up love, they swallow every dark grain, so at the end there’s nothing left, a scant pile of splinters on the empty white plate. From  The Human Line  by Ellen Bass. Copyright © 2007 by Ellen Bass Similar to the poem "Sonrisas" by Pat Mora - how do I show this world, how do I show the people through this type of close study of a simple act like eating? I also look to Juliet Kono's "Pearls" in Hilo...

The Kanaka Maoli (native Hawaiians) were the most literate nation in the world when they were allowed to read and write in their own language. For this once oral culture, writing was magic. It was a way to share their manaʻo (thoughts) and moʻolelo (stories) beyond their own communities. The Hawaiian people in the 21st century are no longer the worldʻs leaders in literacy. This presentation talks about an edtech way to encourage our struggling learners (Hawaiian or otherwise) to once again see the magic in writing and identify themselves as readers and writers. Created with Haiku Deck , presentation software that inspires