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Not much to say really during these dark days. I am very conscious that most of the world is going through unprecedented rigors, whilst we in Okinawa lead an essentially unchanged life. This is just a diary entry. I have … Continue reading →

Mary makes very superior masks. I understand them to be made from layers of silk and cotton. She takes it seriously. The masks are tested at OIST. These masks are tested as P36, excluding 36% of 300nM particles. Combini, local … Continue reading →

As most of the rest of the world reels from the impact of Coronavirus, we on Okinawa remain untouched. The local government has not suggested any restrictions. Life goes on as normal. Schools reopen next week after the spring break. … Continue reading →

So, to all my faithful readers, a small but distinguished group, I send all my best wishes. Okinawa is untouched by the Myley Cyrus and it is difficult for me to conceive the awfulness that many of you are going … Continue reading →

Back to Okinawa on empty planes, arriving at empty airports. Okinawa seems very calm and I am certainly safe as Kiyuna san has given me a special magic stone to suck. The boat is just fine as the wonderful cover … Continue reading →

My stay in San Francisco has come to an end. Boo hoo. I have had a wonderful time. I love the city. I love it being close to a cold ocean. I love the fog. I love wearing wool. Lucky … Continue reading →

Up to the lost coast and huge redwood forests of Northern California. I spend a week snuffling around in the undergrowth and going on very long hikes in the redwoods. I feel very bear like. Mainly because I want to … Continue reading →

James and I head out to the Mission; such a fascinating part of the city. It is a glorious day and we have various small errands but we get completely sidetracked by the Mexican stores. The Mission is so full … Continue reading →

I do not get very debauched these days, in fact hardly debauched at all. This is currently about as good as it gets. On Saturday, Nancy and Bebo kindly invite me to their annual Mardi Gras Party that they have … Continue reading →

If Orwellian interrogators had to find my ultimate phobia in Room 101, it would be filling in tax returns. I would betray my family and friends to avoid filling in tax forms. This is why I love Elena so much. … Continue reading →