Cassoulet is Christmas

Yay, James cooks an amazing cassoulet for Christmas dinner. It contains, pigs feet, a whole duck, chorizo, belly pork and the usual beans and stuff. It is a cold, brisk San Francisco night but we are snug in the Fell St house.

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Very Cosy

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Not for the fainthearted

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We eat ferociously

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L’entree

Ben buys 4 bottles of red at prices ranging from $2.99 to $34.99. He covers the bottles and we have to er guess which is the most to the least expensive. We all get it totally wrong . It is humiliating and revealing. I said that the $2.99 bottle was the second best.

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Wine is a mocker

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Lo, he abhors not the virgin’s womb

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Third Time Lucky

 

I always get to airports late. I usually get on the plane red faced and panting. Today’s flight leaves at 11:35. As it takes about a hour to get to Naha airport, I would normally leave my house at 10:00 ish. For some unknown reason I ask for the cab to come at 9:00. I think it was because my mental arithmetic is getting worse.

Anyway, my faithful buddy Kinjo San shows up at 9:00. He knows me well and we go through the ritual of passport? Ticket? Money? Everything daijuboo Neil sensei ? I say goodbye to my house, my car, my Scaffie, my truckette and my plumeria.

Off we go. I feel a little miffed asI will get to the airport far too early. Kinjo San puts on his shades as it is a beautiful, sunny morning. This prompts me to realize that I have forgotten my glasses, both light and dark. We are 15 minutes from the house so we turn around and go back to fetch them.

Off we go again. We are at Kitanakagusuku on the expressway when I realize that my Green Card is in my desk drawer. I do desperate calculation of chances of getting into U.S. without Green Card and realize I have no option. Gommenasai Kinjo San, Maeda onegaishimasu!

Kinjo San thinks this is the best fun and teases me cruelly all the way back to the house.

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Kinjo san with Green Card

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What larks! Thanks Kinjo san.

Off we go for the third time. There is little time but we make it and I get on the plane, red faced and panting.

What made me book the cab an hour early?  Should I read significance into this?

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Close run thing

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Highly Skilled Professional

Yay! Apparently that is what I am. Japan now has a new category of work visa. I amazingly get one. I drop off my application to the wonderful Kadena immigration office on Tuesday and on Thursday they call to tell me my visa is ready. I love Japan – everything works here.

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Hooray!

I have heard it said that this visa  simplifies application for resident status. This is my goal as it would allow me to grow old in Okinawa. Ok, I am already old but I intend to get somewhat older. Why stay in Okinawa in old age? Here are some arguments.

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23 December

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23 December

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23 December

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23 December. I think these are Little Stints. If so, they are right, dead, rare.

If I am going to stay here I need some kind of shelter. I drive North to talk to amazing architect Masak.

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Something like this.

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Inside

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Outside

Sweet dreams are made of this.

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After the Storm

I do very little all weekend other than watch the ospreys that fish in front of the house.

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These are wonderful birds

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Have you ever seen a rainbow like this?

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Grey Tailed Tattler. Why Tattler?

Nice to do very little.

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The Old Order Changeth

Big day today. Lots of action in Tokyo.

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Uber VIP room Naha airport

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A room in the Cabinet Office

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Uber VIP room Haneda airport

This will probably have some impact on my future.

http://www.oist.jp/news-center/news/2016/12/15/dr-peter-gruss-appointed-next-president-oist-graduate-university

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“Yes, We Have No Bananas. We Have-a No Bananas Today.

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Rumi. Sebastien took this photo.

The very graceful Rumi san, even she of baby turtle fame,

https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2016/07/24/scramble/

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He took this one also.

left  a big bunch of bananas outside my door this morning. Thanks Rumi san.

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She also left me more plumeria cuttings.

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Rumi’s banana and plumeria trees.

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.

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The programme

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Parents sit on floor

Nice day.

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Umezawa

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?

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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.

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She never done me no wrong

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.

O Big Red thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
I dare not publish a photo of what she looks like now, suffice it to say that you always kill the one you love.
The new bike, for whom I do not have a name, had flat tires when I inherited her. I went to Ishikawa, where there is a very fine bike shop, to buy a pump.
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Japanese are bikeheads

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A very fine pump

I ride my bike.

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Big Blue?

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Susy? As in supersymmetry.

New bike, I will keep you inside away from the invisible worm. I promise

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Tricolor

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.

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Peace and love

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.

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Peace and love

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Ani san wants me to shut up. Nakatoh san and Tomoko san are typically indulgent.

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.

http://tricolor-web.com/

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.

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Not on these green hills of Tyrol

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Behold also the Ships

“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.

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They sell everything and have a very pleasing Monkey logo.

I mime 24 mm plywood and am immediately directed to racks and racks of the stuff.

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What a great store!

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.

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No room at the inn

 

No problem. I wander back into the huge hardware emporium and mime “baby rope”  with very satisfying outcome.

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Very good baby rope

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Plywood, little does it know what trials and adventures await it.

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.

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The slab lives in the front room because I do not want it to get wet.

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Why I am so Fat

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.

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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.

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Rain on Monday, Sunshine next Sunday

What can a poor boy except to stay home, play the flute and eat?

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To market, to market to buy a fresh squid, Home again, home again, you owe me 6 quid.

I go to the Squid Emporium and buy a very fine squid that has been freshly pulled from the Forth.

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Squid with ink-black rice.

I also have a rack of lamb.

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Totally not Okinawan

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I cut some of it into chunks

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I have never eaten so well.

Why am I so fat?

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