Throwing Up

It is Winter in Okinawa.

Then, too, they say, thro’ all the burthen’d Air,
Long Groans are heard, shrill Sounds, and distant Sighs,
That, murmur’d by the Demon of the Night,
Warn the devoted Wretch of Woe, and Death!
Wild Uproar lords it wide: the Clouds commixt,
With Stars, swift-gliding, sweep along the Sky.
All Nature reels. — But hark! the Almighty speaks:
Instant, the chidden Storm begins to pant,
And dies, at once, into a noiseless Calm.

There have been storms. It is cold, I mean like 17 degrees. Japanese ladies sit at work with rugs over their knees. I wear my woolies.

The Spot -billed Duck returns

The Spot -billed Duck returns

The Common Sandpiper bellows

The Common Sandpiper bellows

Taro is harvested

Taro is harvested

It is freezing

It is freezing

There are lots of caterpillars

There are lots of caterpillars

What I do not understand is why so much junk is thrown up onto my beaches. You would think the same volume of flotsam sort of hangs around in the East China Sea whether it is Summer or Winter. Notwithstanding, orders of magnitudes more beach garbage is thrown up during Winter.

Bag of beach garbage with big float

Bag of beach garbage with big float

Plastic bottles load every rift

Plastic bottles load every rift

There are also millions of little blue jellyfish

There are also millions of little blue jellyfish

Much of the jetsam is festooned with shellfish

Much of the jetsam is festooned with shellfish

Beach Boys

Beach Boys

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Alabama, Arkansas, I Sure Miss My Ma and Pa

Today was a very painful day. The morning was spent at the dentist having root canal treatment. This entails Mori sensei sticking red-hot wire into the nerves of your teeth, or something like that. He says, ” Hai!! much pain!  This challenge, Neil san. You man, Neil san!!  Wakarimashitanokitatanakagusuku!!”

There is something very Japanese about all this.

I can think of more than 5.

I can think of more than 5.

The pain is predictable. You know that when the spike hits the nerve there will be shocking pain but that the pain is very short-lived. Anticipation is the real problem. I think torturers must play a lot on anticipation rather than on pain itself. Anyway, as you sit under the spot light with the wire heating in the furnace  you also know that there is an end in sight, er, like in lets say 40 minutes, all this will be over.

All said and done I prefer this to the other dental pain of continuous, sleep-depriving, unshut-outable, unfocused, throbbing pain.  Sharp definition pain is better than soft, wilting, tired, exhausting ever-present pain. I thought you would like to know that.

Anyroadupwards, I get home feeling wrung.

My spirits are immediately lifted by the classiest Xmas card from old friends McGillivray. They live in a chateau in medieval France. I have spent many a happy time there, check: https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2012/04/26/st-dude-arthaud/

and

https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2012/11/26/vie-de-chateau/

Snowy Sothonod

Snowy Sothonod

1000 years!

1000 years!

What can you say? What is a little tooth pain compared to a 1000 years?

I felt uplifted.

Compliments of the season and thanks Mac Gillivrays

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Voyeurism

I like to watch.

I pick up garbage from the beaches and watch shells.

Hello trees,hello sky

Hello trees,hello sky

There are about a million of these at the moment

There are about a million of these at the moment

I like living on a beach

I like living on a beach

Exotic seed from Cathay probably

Exotic seed from Cathay probably

I wander in the undergrowth by the house looking for things to watch.

tiny mageurite

tiny daisy

Hookah

Hookah

I don't like sponge cake

I don’t like sponge cake

I then go to watch the stinking pond. There are two super rare Black-billed Spoonbills but they hide at the other end of the stinking pond.

Teal

Teal

Shoveler

Shoveler

Suddenly both Spoonbills take off and fly straight towards me. This is very strong juju. They settle just in front of my squalid hidey-hole.

Augury

Augury

The science of interpretation of signs was vast and complex. Only some species of birds (aves augurales) could yield valid signs[26] whose meaning would vary according to the species. Among them were ravens, woodpeckers, owls, oxifragae, eagles,black-billed spoonbills. Signs from birds were divided into alites, from the flight, and oscines, from the voice. The alites included region of the sky, height and type of flight, behaviour of the bird and place where it would rest.

The science of interpretation of signs was vast and complex.
Only some species of birds (aves augurales) could yield valid signs[26] whose meaning would vary according to the species. Among them were ravens, woodpeckers, owls, oxifragae, eagles,black-billed spoonbills.
Signs from birds were divided into alites, from the flight, and oscines, from the voice. The alites included region of the sky, height and type of flight, behaviour of the bird and place where it would rest.

I think 2014 will be a good year. I will keep watching.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Low Self Esteem

I have been very sick of late with continuous cold and fatigue. The weather has echoed my health. Then comes the traditional yuletide abscess under tooth. Mori sensei, my best friend, utters the seasonal cries of “Pain?!” and “So desu much pusu!” Stumbling back from the clinic I find a Christmas gift in my mailbox. I look at it stunned. I had kinda forgotten Xmas due to pain, misery, pain, illness and strong stuff at work. I realize I have not even thought about buying Xmas gifts for family and other monsters of the deep, let alone the delights of wrapping and sending. My self-esteem is very low.

Much pusu

Much pusu

However I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself, I think. I am a wild thing so I launch myself on Saturday 14 December to fix it. Am I too late? Can stuff get from Okinawa to what is still the United Kingdom in 10 days?

I buy lots of great stuff and then realize that because it is Saturday the post offices are closed. Not so, a very few are open for emergencies such as forgetting your family at Xmas. I safari to a lost depot place in Uruma City.

How to grow a palm tree.

How to grow a palm tree.

The depot. Do not get the wrong idea, Japanese post offices are usually centers of happiness and joy

The depot. Do not get the wrong idea, Japanese post offices are usually centers of happiness and joy but this is Saturday.

Of course, the people are charming and helpful. They claim that the gift will arrive in the UK in 3 days. Can this be true?

I have never been to this part of the island before.

Hot stuff

Hot stuff

Different from my part of Okinawa

Different from my part of Okinawa

December in Uruma City

December in Uruma City

Anyway I hope the box makes it before Xmas. I least I tried.

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Gimme Eat

So we have a party to mark the on-moving of Yukiko, Anna and Mary, all of whom are delightful.

Johnny Scobie

Johnny Scobie

I think I was most marked by the incredible amount of meat that was scarfed. Like in Japan you do not, by and large, eat a lot of meat but at this party kind neighbor Mark brought a whole turkey. There was also a massive leg of lamb.

Before - rosemary,garlic,olive oil.  In Japan? Globalization

Before – rosemary,garlic,olive oil. In Japan? Globalization

OK, there were a lot of people, but there was a feral, primitive, ferocity to the meat-eating whereby every scrap was fought over.

Snarl

Snarl

Grrr!

Grrr!

Before the fight

Before the fight

Animals normally throw their heads over their right shoulder when ripping into meat. This guy closes his right eye.

Animals normally throw their heads over their right shoulder when ripping into meat. This guy closes his right eye.

 

Out of your league, dog

Out of your league, dog

There was not a scrap of flesh left. They had chewed the bones, sucked the marrow, squabbled over sinew.

Good party

Good party

 

 

 

 

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Here Is the Six Quid I Owe You

I was trying to explain alliteration to a colleague today. “The sick squid suddenly squirted slime.” says I.  She did not get it. This she got:

Betty Botter bought a bit of butter.

The butter Betty Botter bought was a bit bitter

And made her batter bitter.

But a bit of better butter

Makes better batter.

So Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter,

Making Betty Botter’s bitter batter better.

Anyway one thing about Okinawa that I love is that I can buy really fresh squid whenever I want.  I love squid.

Ika, butter and lemon juice

Ika, butter and lemon juice

Tonight’s squid-fest coincided with the purchase of a new bag of rice. Actually, not really as I bought it yesterday but only opened it tonight.

You buy rice in 5 kilo bags. This was yesterday's fish

You buy rice in 5 kilo bags.
This was yesterday’s fish

I also buy a big floodlight thing in preparation for tomorrow’s party.

“When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

Anyway squid is good.

New rice with squid ink.

New rice with squid ink.

 

 

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Quade Cooper

Saturday afternoon we held a concert at the university. It was an evening of J.S.Bach, the ancestor of Barbara Bach, who is Ringo Starr’s wife.

Those were the days my friend

Those were the days my friend

It was exquisite. There were two fiddles, a viola, a cello, a harpsichord, which I learnt is called cembalo in Japanese and the flute of my good friend Kei Toguchi. They essentially play greatest hits and once again it was exquisite. Kei san plays this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAJ4i1L3y5M

He also played on my flute on a previous occasion

He also played it on my flute on a previous occasion

Brandenburg 5

Brandenburg 5

Did you know that there are no less than 3 performance harpsichord for hire in Okinawa? Black, pink or dayglo orange.

Did you know that there are no less than 3 performance harpsichords for hire in Okinawa? Black, pink or dayglo orange.

500 people packed the auditorium. Good times.

Then to the Smugglers for a different sort of music.

Fun

Fun in Japan

Mary and Tara are the world's best flute players who have doctorates in quantum physics, well almost.

Mary and Tara are the world’s best flute players who have doctorates in quantum physics, well almost.

I get home at 1:30, which turns out to be the perfect time to watch Quade Cooper destroy Australia. Pretty good day all in all.

 

 

 

 

 

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Shaking All Over

One of the most pleasurable of all decisions is the decision that you really are too sick to go to work. I have much guilt about sickness engendered by my years at boarding school. Skiving off was the worst of crimes and the weakest of characters were the skivers. The first level of skiving was to get a “leave off” from Matron. This was a little pink slip that allow non participation of rugby on ground as hard as iron as the Siberian winds scythed across the playing fields. It also allowed you not to go on marathonian cross-country runs in the freezing rain. Matron gave few. As for going to bed, this was reserved for cases of rabies, stomach wounds and major fractures.

However, I have been growing soft and after enduring general misery, pain and shaking all over for a few days, I take to my futon. I sleep for 2 days. Bliss.

My last action prior to collapse was to take my car to the dreaded shaken, the very expensive Japanese roadworthiness test.

https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/dont-move-your-handsdont-move-your-lipsjust-shaken-your-hips/

Quivers down the backbone  I got the shaken down the knee bone  Yeah, the tremors in the thigh bone  Shaken' all over

Quivers down the backbone
I got the shaken down the knee bone
Yeah, the tremors in the thigh bone
Shaken’ all over. This is the car they give me whilst mine is being shakened.

I get Naked

I get Naked

I rise from my bed of slumber to go pick up the car.

That's like $900!

That’s like $900!

Quivers down the backbone
Yeah, the shaken in the knee bone
I got the tremors in the thigh bone
Shaken’ all over !

Think I will go back to bed.

On the bright side,it is nearly December and the Brugmansia is still doing very well.

On the bright side,it is nearly December and the Brugmansia is still doing very well.

 

 

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Seán Ó Duibhir a’ Ghleanna

So I have to write about this.  Ireland play New Zealand at rugby.

I have always watched rugby. As soon as we had a television some time in the 60s, my Father would sit us down in front of it to watch rugby internationals.  How well I remember the tragedy of Andy Hancock’s try in 1965.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvqDbSIrFBI

Ireland are in a bad way, just as after Aughrim, they have been destroyed by Australia and now, as the front of battle lowers they face New Zealand. New Zealand have been more than dominant all season and have won all 13 of their games this year. Ireland have no chance.

I am sick and jet lagged and lie sweating in my bed. I awake at 1: 00 am  and groan. I fire up my iPad and to my astonishment I find that Ireland are leading New Zealand by 22-7!

Cúchulainn

Cúchulainn

After Aughrim’s great disaster,
When our foe in sooth was master,
It was you who first plunged in
And swam the Shannon’s boiling flood,
And through Slieveloom’s dark passes,
When you led your gallowglasses,
Although the hungry Saxon wolves were howling for your blood.
And as we crossed Tipperary, we rived the Clan O’Leary,
And we drove a creach  before them as their horsemen onward came,
With our swords and spears we gored them,
As through flood and tide we bore them.

And we drove a creach ('pillage', 'rout') before them as their horsemen onward came, With our swords and spears we gored them, As through flood and tide we bore them,

And we drove a creach before them as their horsemen onward came,
With our swords and spears we gored them,
As through flood and tide we bore them,

I leap from bed and watch the rest of the game. The battle is immense. What is left of my warrior blood boils as the Irish smash into the All Blacks. Ireland have never beaten New Zealand but this time it is it.  They are immense, warriors all. 15 seconds from the end of the game Ireland, in the lead, are attacking the All Black line. New Zealand win a ball and attack with ferocity and to the amazement of all, they score. Holy Jesus!

The battle is over

The battle is over

Yet our sharpened swords cut through them,
To their very hearts we hewed them,
Ah, but Seán Ó Duibhir an Ghleanna, you were worsted in the game.

I sit stunned at 3:00 am in Okinawa. I have never seen a rugby match like it. Each man who played was a hero who will tell their grandchildren that they fought in one of the great battles. I envy them.

Watch the game here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=985d5nBQjOE

And though we part in sorrow,

Still, Seán Ó Duibhir a chara,

Our prayer is God save Ireland and pour blessings on her name,
May her sons be true when needed,
May they never fail as we did,
For, Seán Ó Duibhir an Ghleanna, you were worsted in the game.

Listen to the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alTA5ge7tcM

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Big Red Redux

Poor Big Red has been much neglected over the Summer. Neglecting a bike in Okinawa is particularly cruel as moth and rust really corrupts over here er especially rust. Anyway I gave her a good curry combing and feed of oats. I also hammered on new 27×1 1/4in  front horseshoe, which I bought in Montreal as Japanese bikes have 26in hooves. I polish her saddle.

Horses neigh, snort and whinny,

Horses neigh, snort and whinny,

It is a beautiful day. The temperature and humidity have returned to cool and dry.

November 23 2013

November 23 2013

I take Big Red for a brisk canter up to the corner shop to buy some milk, beer and beni sorga. I am fat and scant of breath. Oh dear.

The day is so beautiful that, although I am very knackered subsequent  to too two? much activity of late, I set off for an adventure in the Lagoon of Wonder in front of the house. The water is colder so I wear a full wet suit for the first time since May. Wet suits add buoyancy. Stupidly I do not add any weight resulting in difficulty getting under the sea and once down, a constant battle against floating up to the surface. This, plus being ill and scant of breath make it a frustrating dive.

Get down!

Get down!

I do however see some nice things and it is very different from Montreal.

"Why can't Scotland score tries? demand the fish

“Why can’t Scotland score tries? demand the fish

Do you think Hamlet was fat?

Do you think Hamlet was fat?

Let us give Gertrude fair play. Her diagnosis at this point in the fencing match should certainly assign a reason for Hamlet's shortwindedness, not to be a mere feather-brained voicing of what is obvious to all—that he is sweating and panting. Aware of this, G. L. Kittredge suggested that fat might here be taken in the sense of " rather soft," " not quite trained, down "—an attractive proposal, which might be accept- able were it not for the lack of any Elizabethan example of fat in the sense proposed, and the presence of Hamlet's authoritative statement on his condition, that he has been in continual practice.

Click on his photo and count how many fish you can see. Let us give Gertrude fair play. Her diagnosis at this point in the fencing match should certainly assign a reason for Hamlet’s shortwindedness, not to be a mere feather-brained voicing of what is obvious to all—that he is sweating and panting. Aware of this, G. L. Kittredge suggested that fat might here be taken in the sense of ” rather soft,” ” not quite trained, down “—an attractive proposal, which might be accept- able were it not for the lack of any Elizabethan example of fat in the sense proposed, and the presence of Hamlet’s authoritative statement on his condition, that he has been in continual practice. 

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