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I'm Kevin Roddy, an Associate Professor and Information Literacy Librarian at Kapi'olani Community College in Honolulu, on the Island of O'ahu. This site was originally created to keep folks up-to-date with my linguistic fieldwork on the Island of Yap in Micronesia. I graduated last summer, so the site has now morphed into a multi-faceted blog.

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View Article  The Sacred and the Profane

I'm still processing the entire Las Vegas experience.

Perhaps I should start with the Luxor Hotel.

As most of you know, this hotel has an Egyptian theme throughout, and when compared with other hotels, it's pretty striking in every detail. Architecturally, it's a pyramid. The appointments throughout, from the carpet to chairs, leans toward what designers perceive as Egyptian motifs.

In this modern temple of gambling, drinking, and smoking, there are images of gods and goddesses throughout. Perhaps the Egyptians were gamblers themselves, I don't know. I do know that the Pharoah who incarcerated the Jews certainly had his hands full until they left.

So, here I am, in this environment I chose for myself for 24 hours, wandering around, trying to make sense of the union of old and beautiful images with that of how the 20th century interprets them for the masses.

A visual treat awaited me that Wednesday night. While waiting for a friend to arrive later that night, I left the hotel to wander around the grounds. Looking up, I saw a curious sight:  

This was most reminiscent of an experience I had in Hawai'i years ago - the arrival of Comet Hyakutake in 1996. Stunning image, no?

It so happened that the moon would be full the next night, when I would be dancing and playing music in the Valley of Fire (my whole reason for coming to Nevada).

Still, this image sent chills up my spine. The Luxor's beam of light (which, according to Wikipedia, is powered by 39 Xenon laps operating at 7000 watts each) generates 4.1 billion candlepower.

The gods are propitiated, whether the designers intentioned it to be so or not. The beam originates from here:

Actually, not out of the Sphinx's head, but from the apex of the pyramid behind it.

The Egyptians thought big.

The designers of the Luxor thought big.

Like it or not, the gods are being propitiated - every night, in the Sacred yet Profane, town called Las Vegas.

View Article  Vegas Luck

I never thought I would ever visit Las Vegas.

In fact, there are only two people I know who are Hawaii residents who have never been to Vegas. And you know who you are, SN and AR! I don't smoke or gamble, and thought Las Vegas served only as a place to service those vices.

Sure I heard about the amusement parkification of the place several years ago as a way to attract families. But I'm not into amusement parks either. I was dragged to one as an adult (Mariott's Great America in San Jose) and was bored to DEATH with the place. My idea of amusements vary from the American norm, and that's okay. To each his own, right?

However, an event I will describe later brought me to Nevada, and since I had one day to kill before heading east into the desert, I thought I'd give Las Vegas a try. And, when I looked back on the experience, I 'lucked out' in many ways.

I got a cheap room at the Luxor. I've got to say that this hotel has always captured my imagination. For a hotel anyway. A black glass pyramid, containing some five thousand rooms with a 4 billion candlepower beam of light at the top was certainly over the top.

I landed at 0730 on a fair Wednesday morning, and with Vegas luck, I was able to check in at 0930 into the hotel of my dreams. Because I'm always antsy after a redeye to a new location, I had to wander. And so I did. I investigated my immediate surroundings. If you've ever been in a hotel/casino, they're rather jarring places. The smoke, the noise, and the people. What a place to people-watch. I heard plenty of European languages spoken, some Arabic, and even Hebrew.

My boss told me to go to the Bellagio for the fountain show. She convinced me that missing the show would be missing that which is Las Vegas. I like my boss a lot, and I listen to her.


like my Jackie-O sunglasses?


And so I went. I arrived at the Bellagio just in time for Andrea Bocelli's Con Te Partiro (Time to Say Goodbye). Wow. Of course, being the nerd, I wondered "What is the control room like for the fountains?" "How do they control the left and right motion of the hoses?" I envisioned this enormous control room with technicians pushing buttons for this and that (remember the scene in the Wizard of Oz, with the Wizard pulling ropes and cranking cranks to make the effects to dazzle Dorothy and the others?), though I suspect everything was controlled by computer. No matter, as I  did enjoy the song and the choreography. Luck was on my side again, as I didn't have to wait to enjoy this.

I passed on the Volcano, the Lions at the MGM Grand (I get depressed at zoos - I want to let all of the animals out!) and the Venetian (though I want to eventually see this place).

The other thing I noticed was the "Vegas muzak." Wherever I was - casino, CVS drug store, or mall - the kinds of songs that provided the background music were songs I heard growing up. Glen Campbell. Bobby Goldsboro. Frank Sinatra. Annie Lennox. I cogitated on that for awhile, and then realized that the folks growing up listening to these folks were the core demographic of visitors to LV. People in their 50s and 60s with plenty of money to gamble with.

Looking  back, I accomplished a lot in one day. And I didn't touch a single slot, gaming table, or betting salon. I didn't have a single drink. It's just not me. I've very lucky that I'm not tempted by these any more. 

People-watching was far and above my favorite activity.

Las Vegas is certainly over the top! I was lucky to have had a good time taking it all in without become dehydrated or poor.

View Article  May Eve Celebration in Kapi'olani Park
 
Aloha readers!
 
We all passed another spoke on the Wheel of the Year last weekend - on Sunday, May Eve, or Beltane, as it's known by Celtic Paganfolke.
 
May Day means a lot to many around the world - for a sizeable number, it's a political statement. I fully support May Day as a day to make a stand on some very repressive things going on in societies all over the world.
 
For me, first and foremost, it's a celebration of fertility, fun, and the first day of Summer.
 
Most of us (including me for a while, until I changed my thinking) follow a four-season year - spring, summer, fall, and winter. It's what we were taught in school. It's what mundane calendars say. However, people of an earlier time treated them as primarily two seasons - summer and winter.
 
To them, at least in European climes, Summer began on May 1, and Winter, November 1.
 
Here in Hawaii, and other tropical places, we follow this same two-seasonal view, with the Wet season (winter) and the Dry Season (summer). Though our weather has been a bit bonkers lately, in that it's been very wet, we are entering the Dry season. Thus, May Day for us is the first day of the Dry season.
 
Some friends and I met in Kapi'olani Park on May Eve to sing and dance around a magnificent bamboo pole I snagged that morning. 
 
The May Pole is a very old dance. The pole, of course, celebrates fertility, representing the male principle. Coupled with the male principle, is the female one, the wreath you see on top of the pole in the picture below. In cold climes, this dance celebrated the beginning of summer, as the buds of spring exploded into verdant, rich life.
 
Approximately 25 people showed up for this, across from Sans Souci Beach park. My sincerest thanks to WayneBow and Arianna, Brandon, Deborah M and Chris, Trish and Deyvn, Kelly, and especially to *Anna Applegate* who was the major instigator of the songs and celebration held this past May Eve! That's me holding the pole, dressed in white, explaining how the dance was to be done to wrap the ribbon finely around the pole.
 
Thanks to Photographer Frank, we have some pictures of the dance. It was grand, though we had a little breeze that kept me, Frank, and May King Kelly as anchors, holding the pole down some of the time so it wouldn't bonk our dancers on the head! The stakes I bought I don't think would have held the pole during the more breezier moments - plus, we ended up moving it a couple of times for better performance. And I could very much feel the energy dancing up and down the pole as the ribbons were woven around it, with much fanfare, laughing and singing.
 
Thanks Brandon and Wayne for the suggestion to move the pole more mountainward and away from the snagging tree - it was a major improvement to the dance track and for photography.
 
As the ti-leafed wreath descended it snagged a few times on the pole, causing the ti leaf to be woven into the ribbons on the pole - now, how evocative is that, knowing what the pole and the wreath signify? 
 
It was fun! Approximately 16 people participated in the dance - a good mix of adults and children. 
 
Some of my readers probably think that Maypoles are for children, as today in American society, Maypole dances are held in many elementary schools. Maypole dances were danced by adults long ago, and, later, were adapted for children. Since Maypoles are truly evocative of the sexual union between man and woman (the pole being the phallus, and the wreath the womb), they were not originally designed for children. For many in this culture, the original meaning has been forgotten, and the outward trappings of the pole, wreath, and ribbon have been supplanted by other explanations. Just another example of a beautiful culture's philosophy dumbed down for the ignorant and the fearful.
 
There are more photos and a few small movies - I'm going to put them on my blog in a few days. My blog could handle more activity - some of you keep encouraging ('naggin') me to write more - perhaps I will now that a najor writing project is winding down (see below).
 
And I haven't forgotten about the March Hare photos I took as well but haven't gotten around to processing yet - I took pictures of our beautiful rabbit rangolis and the circle itself, shrouded in the mist.
 
On another note:
 
Whee! I feel liberated - I *just* gave my talk in the Linguistics Department today as a prelude to my Thesis defense in the fall, and got the best compliment from the most influential and published person in the department - he said it was the best Powerpoint he's ever seen! And I'm a PPT newbie really - I think my new toy, a remote PPT slide changer, helped in that I didn't have to be tethered to the PC! Partner Frank gave some valuable suggestions on how to do good PowerPoints - thanks, sweetie!
 
See you all soon!
 
Kevin
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