Naomi
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
What is culture?
What is culture?! In my opinion, culture is what builds bonds between people. Take hula for example, hula is a strongly practiced culture. I have made many friends by taking hula classes. Culture is what makes a race or religion unique. The cultures practiced between a religion or a race makes them different from others cultures practiced. Culture is what makes a person unique.
A friend of mine has a culture very different from my own. Although we both live in Wai’anae, our practices are very different from each other. Seen through his families eyes, im a straight up haole. I dislike anything in the raw fish area. Whereas his family loves raw fish. Seeing through my eyes his family is very native!
One day they decided to swim to a lava rock “island” off the mountain of Lahilahi, and I decided to join them. For me I love the beach but I HATE deep water. No joke. Whenever im in the water deeper than I can touch with the tip of my toes, I start to get mini panic attacks. Mainly because I was scarred from watching JAWS 1,2,3 and 4. Now I know why my mother never liked me watching those movies. But leave it to my dad to keep it to that channel while im watching tv with him -.- So, going back to my story, we swam out to “shark island” ß nice title right? (the name freaked me out more while swimming there) and when we got to the island we picked opihi and ha’uki’uki. After our return to the house I was forced to try the ha’uki’uki and opihi. RAW. ALIVE. As Shelby scraped the poor slimy opihi out of its shell I could almost hear it screaming, “PLEASE, NO, PUT ME BACK!!” its antennas squirmed around as I bit into it. The texture of the opihi overwhelmed my mind and I could not focus on the taste. I quickly swallowed it down and drank some water. Next was the ha’uki’uki. Amazingly inside of its purple, wana-like shell, it was orange, like the color of a ripe mango in summer. But it didn’t taste anything like a mango. It was salty and had a crunchy texture due to its pieces of broken shell. I quickly swallowed it down, and was happy I was done J.
Thinking about it now, im glad I tried a culture different from my own. So, culture is a practice that not everyone may enjoy but its good to try new things, right?