Author Archives: spikekalashnikov

As you know, I don’t like sponge cake. The delightful folks as what I work with, take this to heart and  present me with the best birthday cake. It is a beautifully cooked and decorated Spanish omelet, still hot as … Continue reading →

Tomorrow I will be 64 – will you still feed me? etc.  Next week is a series of Board meetings and dinners and I doubt that I will be writing much. Today I have the best fun in the Scaffie. … Continue reading →

Sunset tonight. I sit out on the beach. I sit and wait and watch and listen.   Although sunsets are the ultimate cliche of photography, I do not care. I look forward to a period of the Okinawan year during … Continue reading →

As I live on the western shore of Okinawa, every night when I return from my place of work, I stare out. The sun always goes down, but in a glorious period this happens in full view of my deck. … Continue reading →

So, at this time of year the forest of Okinawa erupts. Trees that had previously generally blended into the Jurassic Park vegetation that surrounds the university are sudden covered in beautiful creamy-white blossom. Blossom? Not sure that this is this … Continue reading →

I have 5 Mac keyboards. 4 wireless ones and one a with a snake-ish usb connection.  None of them work. I interpret this breakdown as a result of the heat and humility of the Okinawan climate. Aghast, as I cannot … Continue reading →

So this is for me. Just a series of photos that record how I spent 8 May 2016. I will look at it in the future in some cold, dank room and the treasure I have anchored to my soul … Continue reading →

So it is Saturday, I buy new bedding. Flowers are everywhere. The tide is far out! When the tide rises, I go sailing out over the reef as the  sun goes down. I then sail around the lagoon and back … Continue reading →

I have noticed as of late that the very few people as what visit my beaches pile up flotsam above high tide mark in a laudable effort. It is a drag to er drag all this sea junk back  to the … Continue reading →

This is not a confession of alcohol abuse but rather a narrative of boating misadventure. It is windy but more importantly it is very gusty.  The Scaffie is a bit of a handful, healing dramatically when a gust hits. I really … Continue reading →