Big day today. Lots of action in Tokyo.
This will probably have some impact on my future.
Big day today. Lots of action in Tokyo.
This will probably have some impact on my future.
The very graceful Rumi san, even she of baby turtle fame,
https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2016/07/24/scramble/
left a big bunch of bananas outside my door this morning. Thanks Rumi san.
I was invited to the Gakush Happyo Kai, well this is what it sounded like anyway,at the Onna elementary school. I think it means ‘ What we have been learning’ . It was truly happy making. Japanese kids are adorable.
Nice day.
This is the name of a bike I have inherited. It is a very fine bike. You will remember it from ancient history in Okinawa. https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2011/06/11/la-zanahoria/
Anyroadupwards, this incredibly high quality instrument has now become mine. I am very happy. What about Big Red you ask?

Big Red just after I purchased her in San Francisco in 2010
Big Red was my companion through one of the healthiest periods of my life. She powered me all around San Francisco and subsequently around Okinawa.
I got lazy, I cycled less, the real crunch was my knee operation which rendered me old and creaky. I left poor Big Red outside in the howling storm.
So Tricolor are a very accomplished and creative bunch. It has been my privilege to spend time with them. They play Irish music that is so Japanese. Check out this video. Incidentally they do all the filming and direction.
Anyway they are in Okinawa. I play with them on Saturday night. This actually puts severe strain on my abilities. Musically clearly, as these people are seriously skilled musicians who understand stuff like harmony, playing in tune, different keys and stuff. I do not. The real strain comes from driving down to Naha in a continual traffic jam and then trying to find somewhere to park.
We play in a bar and it is incredible. Very good Irish traditional music for hours in Naha, Okinawa. How does that happen?
I drive home, having drunk water all night. I go to bed at 2:00 am. This is very unhealthy.
The next day, or today if you wish, is Open Campus at OIST. 5,000 people show up. Tricolor play in a corner.
Anyway great fun and it is restorative to be with such creative people who are totally devoid of vanity. Not many scientists are like that.
Anyway buy all Tricolors albums.
Just for my own archive, my sporran went to it recently. I bought her in 1980 in Glasgow in the full flush of my youth. Okinawa did not agree with her and the sealskin, of which she is made, shed. Trying to strap her onto my huge bulk recently was too much for her and one of the straps broke. RIP faithful sporran.
“Behold also the ships, which though they be so great, and are driven of fierce winds, yet are they turned about with a very small helm, whithersoever the governor listeth.” Thus spoke the Lord.
The reverse is also true. With no rudder,ships, which though they be so great, are totally helpless.
I must get a new rudder for the Scaffie.
I have assurances from the makers the esteemed Honnor Marine, http://www.honnormarine.co.uk/index.htm that they can send me a drawing of the rudder and the pintle mountings.
The original rudder was made from heavily varnished plywood some 24 mm wide. I toy with the the idea of getting a slab of Okinawan hardwood and cutting out a rudder shape but I fear it would be very heavy and prone to splitting. I therefor go on a search for big slab of 24 mm plywood.
I go to the wonderful Make Manu.
I mime 24 mm plywood and am immediately directed to racks and racks of the stuff.
I wish I had brought the Truckette but alas, as the original purpose of the sortie was not to buy huge slab of plywood but something much less substantial, I have only the Fitu.
The slab does not fit in the Fitu.
No problem. I wander back into the huge hardware emporium and mime “baby rope” with very satisfying outcome.
So, I now await news from Honor Marine with baited breath. Once I have a template I can starting cutting. Luckily the slab is large so I can probably mess it up the first time.
Not a good week er last week. Actually, like the curate’s egg, parts of it were excellent. Visit by His Imperial Highness Prince Akishino, an 800 person conference and a big moon.

Sponge Cake
All this made irrelevant by a very distressing accident.
http://www.oist.jp/news-center/news/2016/11/18/diving-incident
The weekend turns out to be wet and windy.
What can a poor boy except to stay home, play the flute and eat?
I go to the Squid Emporium and buy a very fine squid that has been freshly pulled from the Forth.
I also have a rack of lamb.
Why am I so fat?
Yesterday was the best day ever but today was even better. November in Okinawa is blissful.
I remember that I still have the cover for the late and much lamented Dileas. As I survey my early morning flowers, I wonder if it might fit the Scaffie.
Anyway I haul it out and stretch it over the Scaffie. It fits, more or less
I rig a long pole supported by plant pots judicially placed inside the Scaffie. This creates a tent effect, hopefully forcing rainwater to run off rather than pooling depressingly in the the concave cover.
I stretch the cover as well as I can, trimming the rope with an I:XL knife I bought in Tarbert decades ago.
During the manoeuvres, I called upon an aged neighbor to lend a hand. He is older than me by at least a decade but has the Okinawan sparkle in his eye. He takes me to his house to show me his crab trap. The concept is the same a lobster pot. The hapless crab is lured into the trap by delicious bait, in this case chicken, but cannot get out again. Greed. I go on about creels in Scotland and he looks delighted. Try miming a lobster pot. He helps me with my boat and I help him position the trap in the low water just in front of my house.

I am sure that it will be full of crabs tomorrow. Tomorrow I work so will not see. Time I stopped working.
I think this will work unless high winds get under the cover, by way of the openings at the stern, and rip it up.
Bad week but amazing day.
It is Saturday. It is the most beautiful day ever. I go to the Octopus shop to buy an Octopus.
Scallops are nonsensically cheap here. I grate lots of cabbage.
I eat it. Actually not all as it is too much.

I know nothing
So what do I know about things? Clearly not much. I bet $1,000,000 that my compatriots would not vote to leave the EU. They did.
I did not have $1,000,000 by the way, so I had to borrow a lot to bet $5,000,000 that Trump would lose. He did not.
I can no longer give opinions on things political. I am clearly totally out of touch. I thought I was so smart. I am not. The times they are a changing.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no telling who that it’s naming
For the loser now will be later to win
Cause the times they are a-changing.
Creepy.
We clever people have to swallow the bitter pill that we are the dumb ones.
To all of you who are agonizing as to when to visit Okinawa, let me make a pitch for November. It is cooler, but still in the 20s. The sea is no longer bath-waterish but still delightful for water stuff, both above and below. There are flowers everywhere yet a just perceptible autumness, probably engendered by the rice harvest.
I go for a ramble. I at last feel well enough to do stuff other than lie on a rancid sleeping mat. You know how it is.
Yep, a little constitutional around Okinawa in November is very, very pleasant.