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I get up this morning – eat some miso soup and fire up the computer. My niece has posted a video of Beyonce on Facebook which I look at in a desultory sort of way. I have heard of Beyonce … Continue reading →

The worst thing about yesterday’s typhoon was that it started too late so I could not see its full fury. It built during the afternoon and went totally crazy at about 9:00 – too late to see. Howling and screaming … Continue reading →

Big typhoon on its way. Hooray! Will I be tested like MacWhirr? “Captain MacWhirr had sailed over the surface of the oceans as some men go skimming over the years of existence to sink gently into a placid grave, ignorant … Continue reading →

Vegetation here is science fictionish. Spikey- bulbous –  alien – prehistoric. I expect to see a huge purple and yellow iguana  emerge and crunch a scarlet/navy terrapin.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that no matter where you go you will find a group of people playing Irish traditional music. Okinawa ? A Japanese island  somewhat lost in the East China Sea.  I had resigned myself to … Continue reading →

In my mail box I find this. Seika explains that this indicates that the postman called and there was no one at home. She phones and the postman will come by between 7:00 and 9:00 to deliver. At night that … Continue reading →

Old friends are here staying in the house. We are planning the world’s greatest web site around here. What a day. Leave house at 7:15. Go diving. Home – shower-shave- we at work by 9:15. Meetings –  work – all … Continue reading →

So Monday was my birthday. I have to say I felt a whole lot older on Tuesday morning than I did the previous day.  My new colleagues threw a party for Suzuki san whose birthday was the day before mine … Continue reading →

So one downside of life in the tropics is mold. The rainy season has come and with it the mold. I open my cupboard to take out a jacket and lo it is covered with white fungus. How did that … Continue reading →

I have always liked bulls. On the farm in Scotland there was a bull shed where I was taken as a toddler. A huge – wild eyed – lump of muscle was chained up in there occasionally letting out a … Continue reading →