Cough

The city in which I am in also boasts excellent Irish music. I go to a session in a bar called Dora Keogh. There is much academic discussion the the correct pronunciation of Keogh. Is it just ‘key’ or maybe ‘key-yoff’ or then again ‘cough” maybe ‘kay -er’ ?

I say  ‘KO’ but frankly try to avoid saying it at all.

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Whose name will not be spoken

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The inside of Irish bars look like penitentiary eating spaces.

Anyway  chez Nora hosts one of the great sessions. The night I was there it was 5 fiddles, box, pipes and mandolin things. All the aforementioned playing at the level where mutual congratulation is no longer needed. I played more reels than in the last 6 months in Okinawa.

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The fiddler on the right plays with the Chieftains

Such fun.

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Arthur Mee

Anything useful that I have learned came from The Children’s Encyclopedia which I read, all 10 volumes, several times, from cover to cover, when I was 9. Our set must have been published in the 1930s and it had wonderful sort of green black and white photos of sights in the colonies. One which stuck in my mind was of the hotel I am now staying in that in 1929 was the tallest building in the British Empire.

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All you will ever need to know.

The hotel is no longer the tallest building.

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From  my window.

It is a great place full of old style British themes.

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You lose.

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We are the champions

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Arthur Mee impersonator

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Boring talk? Look at the ceiling.

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Look for me in the Whirlwind or the Storm.

I always enjoyed Ezra Pound’s parody of”Sumer Is Icumen In

Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

That said, in Okinawa where the sky is blue and never is heard a discouraging word, a bit of wild, wintery weather is very welcome. I wear my winter woollies and big red coat.

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Add in the wind chill!

I go to Cape Manzamo.

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Not a day for boating

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I love a rough sea

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This photo is in black and white. Note waves breaking over the rocks in the background

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I do like to be beside the seaside

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Wild and wistful ocean

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore. I love living by the sea. She is versatile and inventive companion.

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Cold Golden Plover

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Miserable Grey Tailed Tatlers

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Greenshanks or maybe Marsh Sandpiper. Age makes decision so difficult.

I look forward to spending a year on Cara.

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Red Coat

So, I am very fond of my big, woolen, red, coat as what I wore a lot in freezing Nevada. To my delight I wore it today in Okinawa! The weather is fantastic. It is blowing a gale, raining heavily and even coldish.

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Cape Zampa

I went out to Cape Zampa to get my prescription filled with fresh air and spray. Huge waves breaking over the cliffs and I got completely drenched not by rain but by sea water in the sky.

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I have been diving here

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Difficult to get the scale but these are big rocks

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Wow

At times I felt that I might have needed gloves.

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20/20

For those of you who worry that I have left Okinawa, er worry no more. Here is proof. I have moved from -20 to + 20 degrees centigrade.

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Breakfast in January

I gently spruce up the Scaffie.

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Warm

I look at my Hibiscus.

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I grew this in a pot

I look at the what’s it called.

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Can’t remember

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This is my house and palm tree

I go for a walk to look at birds.

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This either a Temminck’s or a Great Cormorant. Both winter here and look the same.

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Can’t remember

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Little Egret – notice yellow feet.

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Seagull?

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Amazing hibiscus everywhere

I watch an Osprey catching lunch

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Notice color of sky

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Missed

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A little bit of bread with no cheese

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My car

Okinawa is a nice place to live.

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Wookie Hole

My learned brother Ian has spent a lot of time researching the life of Sir Ernest Shackleton, who is famous for Antartic exploration and for being the inspiration for Oscar Wilde’s “The Importance of Being Earnest.”

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Here  is  Ian on South Georgia doing research with a shovel.

Anyway, he has just published a paper in the Journal of the Royal Society of Medecine proposing that Shackleton had a hole in his heart. The main evidence is that Shackleton ate his dogs and clearly anyone who can eat little doggies must be lacking heart.

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“Oh! it is absurd to have a hard-and-fast rule about what one should eat and what one shouldn’t. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn’t eat.” This is a Shackleton quote on eating dogs that was snitched by Wilde. Wild is the chap on the left of the group. He later added an ‘e’ to his name and went on to be a playwright. The dogs in the photo are clearly nervous.

Here is a conversation between McNish and Shackleton during the awful voyage of the James Caird, McNish speaks first.

“How you can sit there, calmly eating muffins when we are in this horrible trouble, I can’t make out. You seem to me to be perfectly heartless.”

“Well, I can’t eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.”

“I say it’s perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all, under the circumstances.”

From this we can understand that Shackleton’s crew were all aware of their leader’s heart condition. The conversation was also shamelessly plagiarized by Wilde.

 

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Ian at home in Clapham eating muffins.

Anyway, bravo Ian!

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/jan/12/polar-explorer-ernest-shackleton-may-have-had-hole-in-heart-doctors-say

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/science/science-news/12095607/Sir-Ernest-Shackleton-suffered-from-a-hole-in-the-heart.html

http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/health-and-families/health-news/a6808396.html

http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/health/article4663680.ecehttp://www.medicaldaily.com/sir-ernest-shackleton-legendary-antarctic-explorer-died-congenital-heart-defect-known-369060

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3396796/Pioneering-Antarctic-explorer-Sir-Ernest-Shackleton-suffered-congenital-hole-heart.html

http://www.sciencecodex.com/a_century_after_endurance_shackleton_diagnosed_with_hole_in_the_heart-173246

http://now.howstuffworks.com/2016/01/12/the-heartbreaking-end-legendary-adventurer-sir-ernest-shackleton

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12:05

So my return ticket is for the 5th January. I looked at it once about 2 months ago and noticed that the flight left late at night. However looking again just now by accident, I notice that the flight actually leaves at 12:05 am on 5 Jan. That is tonight! I have lost a day and but for a trick of fate would have shown up tomorrow and missed the plane. Here are a few random shots from a great stay in California.

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James

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We see breakfast

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My coat.

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Parking lot Nevada

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Makes a change from Miso soup and seaweed for breakfast.

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What?

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Thanks James, thanks Ben

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