Fish Candy

Satoru san is at the university photographing brains. He is the world’s best photographer from Kochi.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C5%8Dchi,_K%C5%8Dchi

He brings me the very exclusive Kochi fish candy.

Only in Kochi could they make candy from fish.

Only in Kochi could they make candy from fish.

This what it looks like. The language says, "Do not let it out of the bag."

This what it looks like. The language says, “Do not let it out of the bag.”

The candy comes with the traditional Kochi tooth hammer. The correct way to eat the candy is to hammer your teeth with the er hammer and then insert small piece of candy into the mouth. In this way your mind does not focus on the taste.

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Caledonia

Well, I suppose, that all things considered, in the long run, you know ,er, on reflection, ultimately, like, well, er  logically, the NO vote was the right decision. But a hell of a lot less fun. I tend  think more and more, that making decisions on evidence, data, good sense, strong arguments is less effective than making decisions on intuition, emotion, ancient lore and prejudice. This is why I work in a science university.

Thus bold, independent, unconquer’d, and free,
Her bright course of glory for ever shall run:
For brave Caledonia immortal must be;
I’ll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun:
Rectangle-triangle, the figure we’ll chuse:
The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base;
But brave Caledonia’s the hypothenuse;
Then, ergo, she’ll match them, and match them always.

Yes

Yes  Gordon is from Aberdeen

No Marianella is from South America. She's always happy.

No
Marianella is from South America. She’s always happy.

Satoru san, the world's best photographer in Kochi, voted Yes

Satoru san, the world’s best photographer in Kochi, voted Yes

The same night as the vote, there was a concert of Baroque music at the university. Appropriately, the program featured early English music, Purcell, Dowland, who wrote Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, and Bird.
One o clock, two o clock, three o clock, rock

One o clock, two o clock, three o clock, rock

All written of course, just prior to the enslavement of the proud northern race by the Saxon stranger.

Wonderful evening.
We were asked to play.
Before

Before

During

During

This what we played. It was fun, harpsichord, cello, fiddle, whistle and flute. Very similar sound I imagine to original performances.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhHv6sEZO_Y

My new stern anchor and fenders

My new stern anchor and fenders

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Sumo

The wonderful Tsuha san, who graciously cleans up my house every 2 weeks, says I look like a sumo wrestler. She is very distressed by the size of my belly. I am too in a vague kind of way. I think the problem is that I love to cook and eat. Cooking and eating for one is difficult. You always make too much food. For the last 30years I have cooked for a family of 5 and I have difficulty adjusting the quantities. So this means that I am eating a meal that is designed for 5 people. No wonder I am fat.

Hey ho, today is yet another Japanese public holiday.

“Respect for the Aged Day, when Japanese are reminded to respect the elderly and celebrate longevity. With one fourth of the Japanese population aged over 65 as of 2014, this is a big job. The roots of the holiday lie in Confucianism. Respect for the Aged Day is said to have originated when the ruler Shotoku-taishi set up a ‘nursing home’ on September 15th of 593 AD for elders who were without family to care for them. Japanese families typically use the holiday to visit or call their elderly family members and pamper them with gifts and shoulder massages, and elementary schools arrange for children to do musical and dance performances and other activities with residents of senior homes. “

I spend the day watching.

If you make listening and observation your occupation you will gain much more than you can by talk.

If you make listening and observation your occupation you will gain much more than you can by talk.

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Lont Toed Stilt

Golden Plovers

Golden Plovers

I go home and go underwater to watch.

Without the shepherd's dog, the whole of the open mountainous land in Scotland would not be worth a sixpence.

Without the shepherd’s dog, the whole of the open mountainous land in Scotland would not be worth a sixpence.

Freedom

Freedom

Tell me o' lands of the Orient gay  Speak o' the riches and joys of Cathay  Aye but its grand to be walking all day  To find yourself nearer to Isla

Tell me o’ lands of the Orient gay
Speak o’ the riches and joys of Cathay
Aye but its grand to be walking all day
To find yourself nearer to Isla

Chorus: I love a Lassie, a bonny, bonny Lassie She's as pure as the Lily in the Dell She's as sweet as the heather, the bonny bloomin' heather Mary ma Scotch Blue-bell.

Chorus: I love a Lassie, a bonny, bonny Lassie
She’s as pure as the Lily in the Dell
She’s as sweet as the heather, the bonny bloomin’ heather
Mary ma Scotch Blue-bell.

Oh I'm courting a farmers dochter, she's one of the nicest ever seen Her cheeks they are rosy red, and her age is just sweet seventeen When I throw my arms about her neck and try to steal a kiss Oh she'll wriggle and giggle and twist and twiggle  And then you'll hear her shouting this.

Oh I’m courting a farmers dochter, she’s one of the nicest ever seen
Her cheeks they are rosy red, and her age is just sweet seventeen
When I throw my arms about her neck and try to steal a kiss
Oh she’ll wriggle and giggle and twist and twiggle
And then you’ll hear her shouting this.

Oh I'm courting a farmers dochter, she's one of the nicest ever seen Her cheeks they are rosy red, and her age is just sweet seventeen When I throw my arms about her neck and try to steal a kiss Oh she'll wriggle and giggle and twist and twiggle  And then you'll hear her shouting this.

Like dew on gowans lying, Is the fa’ o’ her fairy feet, And like winds, in simmer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet. Her voice is low and sweet – And she’s a’ the world to me; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I’d lay me down and dee.

Dileas votes Yes

Dileas votes Yes

Barry sent me this

Barry sent me this

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Forgiveness and Redemption

My beautiful G10 was drowned in turtle sperm. It was the best camera I ever owned. I have to have another because I have a waterproof case for a G10, which I suppose I should distrust. But hey, everyone and every waterproof case make mistakes, forgiveness and redemption. I get another G10 on Ebay within days. I cannot believe how cheap such an amazing camera er is.

As, following a fall from a horse, the solution is to get straight back onto the horse,  so I take the new camera out to the deep ocean. I am worried.

Tears of a clown

Tears of a clown

No sperm leaks! Hurrah!

The Terns have flown

The Terns have flown

Winter is here.

In the bleak mid winter

In the bleak mid winter

Dileas is a very fine boat.

Dileas is a very fine boat.

Autumn sea as the sun goes down.

Scotland will be free

Scotland will be free

Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
         Or to victory!
Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front o’ battle lour;
See approach proud Edward’s power—
         Chains and slavery!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward’s grave!
Wha sae base as be a slave?
         Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland’s king and law
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa’,
         Let him follow me!
By oppression’s woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
         But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow!—
         Let us do or die!
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Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay

Tara’s birthday party. Loads of people, loads of drink, excellent music but above all mountains of meat.

Tara's birthday cake - an immense slab of beef with candles stabbed into it.

Tara’s birthday cake – an immense slab of beef with candles stabbed into it.

Harp, two fiddles, whistle , flute

Harp, two fiddles, whistle , flute

Frank Booth: What kind of beer do you like? Jeffrey Beaumont: Heineken. Frank Booth: [shouting] Heineken? F*ck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!

Frank Booth: What kind of beer do you like?
Jeffrey Beaumont: Heineken.
Frank Booth: [shouting] Heineken? F*ck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!

A series of beautiful women with exotic cocktails.

J´aime les filles de Mégève

J´aime les filles de Mégève

J´aime les filles de Saint-Tropez

J´aime les filles de Saint-Tropez

J´aime les filles qui font la grève

J´aime les filles qui font la grève

J´aime les filles qui vont camper

J´aime les filles qui vont camper

J´aime les filles qu´on voit dans "Elle"

J´aime les filles qu´on voit dans “Elle”

Happy Birthday Tara!

Beefcake

Beefcake

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Eat It

I love my local store. This week they have a special on Takase, which is a  shell fish that lives out on the reef. I see a lot of them when diving, snorkeling, drowning.

Anyway for a 1000 yen you get a bag of big Takase.  You can also get spam, washing powder, octopus, potatoes, rice and stuff.

http://yfn.fc2web.com/yfntakase.html

Takase and crubeens

Takase and crubeens

I slice up the Takase and soak them with onions in soy sauce and mirin.

I do hope that doggie's for sale

I do hope that doggie’s for sale

I cook up a mess of rice.

I love rice

I love rice

Onion, takase, pig's trotters

Onion, takase, pig’s trotters

Boiled beef and carrots

Boiled beef and carrots

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Pillow Talk

When I put my head on a pillow in my bed of slumber, moisture exudes from the back of my neck in the form of sweat or more delicately, perspiration. This liquid is then soaked up by the pillow. In the cold or temperate countries in which I have suffered during the long journey of misery and pain, this process does not appear to influence things much as I guess the sweat is just absorbed and gently stored in the pillow. In Okinawa it is different. Indeed sweat is gently absorbed by the pillow but the day of reckoning comes during the rainy season during which both temperatures and humidity are very high. This combination turns anything vaguely organic into mold . The downy pillow on which you lay your weary head, once the lime scented pillow case has been removed, turns out to be a hotbed of bacteria, mold , slime, ectoplasm etc.

Yuck

Yuck

I recently had guests and  when preparing their sleeping stuff, found that all my pillows were inhospitable. I went therefore to the pillow shop and bought a lot of Japanese hardcore pillows. These are filled with grains of buckwheat. I think the idea is that the wind howls through the grains better thus drying out the sweat. Also there is an indicator of worn-outness when the grains begin to sprout in the wet and humid condition inside the pillow.

Full of buckshot. Notice japanese style pillowcase.

Full of buckshot. Notice Japanese style pillowcase.

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