Currently Ensconced in Abraham Lincoln Hall, University of Hawaii

It has taken me the better part of five hours, dear blog reader, but through sheer persistence have finally gotten someone to help me figure out how to connect to the internet from my room in Abraham Lincoln Hall, on the University of Hawaii campus.

Out the window of my third-floor room, I have a view of a narrow path and two gorgeous purple bougainvilleas shaped like trees (and, allow me to impart the observation to loyal blog readers that this campus is so beautiful, so filled with many gnarly old trees and pagodas and temples, tucked here and there among the buildings. Such as pagoda next to Abraham Lincoln Hall, which was apparently donated by the King of Thailand). No air-conditioning, but nice vigorous ceiling fan only adds to ambiance, fancy myself in some W. Somerset Maugham novel.

Hope Ate Ruth will forgive me for not going to Southeast Asian Writers Panel at 3 PM today, featuring Joi Barrios and Cambodian poet U Sam Ouer, but was utterly wiped out by the time Zack dropped self off at Lincoln Hall.

First of all, it was HOT, and I couldn’t remove my jacket because I’d eaten too much Laulau and Poi and Haupia at lunch in Ono’s Hawaiian Foods on Kapahalu Ave., and stomach was *quite* distended, would have been too embarrassing to reveal how much. Besides, all self really wanted to do was sink on the bed and watch CNN and maybe read.

Did force self to walk around a little bit in the late afternoon, and came to a beautiful Japanese garden, during investigation of which acquired five or six huge mosquito bites. Went limping back to hall, wondering if mosquito bites would still be evident tomorrow; have decided to wear dress/ skirt for self’s panel.

It is only 6 PM! (But 9 PM in California). Call to hubby revealed him in the backyard, shoveling poop, the leftover of last night’s dinner of corned beef and cabbage heating up in crockpot. It rained this morning, for which self was grateful, as plants would not suffer unduly from self’s prolonged absence.

Anyway, very happy to spend rest of day in this clean room. Have chatted quite a bit with young woman at front desk (who is from the mainland, she told self). Student (looked Filipino) came up and helped self get connected (no wireless; had to walk to Hale Manoa and buy ethernet cord from vending machine for $5). Other denizens of the hall are scholarly-looking middle-aged women, and one woman in black leggings with neon-green circles and a red turban (possibly an artist). Self presumes everyone is here to do research or attend a conference. Vending machine in basement sells only Pepsi, Mountain Dew, and Mist. But Hale Manoa vending machines have ramen, potato chips, Reese’s peanut butter cups, Doritos, etc. etc. And apparently there is a restaurant nearby that delivers Hawaiian pizzas. Actually, self would be really content to hole up in room for next four days, reading and writing. But, well, have to do what self came here to do — feel slightly guilty now about skipping panel. But tomorrow, will perform as valiantly as expected.

Stay tuned, dear blog reader, stay tuned.

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