Monthly Archives: July 2013

Tortuga

Very early this morning I stride forth with Satoru-san, world-famous photographer, who is staying in the house. We go to check if the boat is OK. We hit the beach. Leading from the sea to my boat are the unmistakable … Continue reading

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I Blame My Parents

My Mother always enjoyed a good cemetery.¬†When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child and visited a lot of cemeteries. I like to wander around cemeteries and wonder … Continue reading

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Gunwale

I spring from bed as dawn, er, you know. I love to have a project. I love to have a project with a whole Sunday stretching ahead without interruption. I love to have a project on a sub-tropical beach where … Continue reading

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Paint

I want to paint my boat. I need yacht paint. Try miming that. Ikeda san helps me and tracks down a paint shop in Naha that has such stuff. The shop is in a lost suburb of Naha and is … Continue reading

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Fast Food

I realize that I have not written much about food recently. Hmmmm, food in Okinawa is like the bass drone on the pipes, the continuum in Baroque music, the cicada racket in summer. It is always there. Rarely the star … Continue reading

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And Even the Ranks of Tuscany Could Scarce Forebear to Cheer.

“Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate: “To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples … Continue reading

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There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe

These people live in a boat. What is remarkable is that the boat, or more accurately ship, is on top of a hill. How did it get there?

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