Playgrounds from Hell
Sachan has been begging me to the go the playground with her to watch her do flips on the bars. While I hope to get those pictures posted tomorrow, I was reminded of a tale I wrote about playgrounds in Tokyo. Continue reading
The Cultural Sensitivity of a Sweet Potato
I trust you will humor a guy having flashbacks. Another PNG reflection for you, this one ending with one of my favorite quotes ever. Continue reading
And this little piggy…
This week, Tales from Japan brings you sure fire successful tips for birthday celebrations and how to have a successful marriage. Continue reading
Marking Time
There are times, still, if it’s quiet enough, if I am pensive enough that I can close my eyes and I am back down there…
South of the equator; in the little latitudes, watching “o sun e red, e go down long ples long mi.” A place where the fruit bats circle at sunset around the giant rainforest trees tied up with liana. A place where the cool morning air is filled with the bouquet of frangipani, bougainvillea and salt air. In the evening, as the heat and humidity slowly fade, the air is filled with the fibrous aroma of freshly scraped coconut, the slight acidic bite of garden fresh pineapple or the citric spray of moli over papaya or the tang of a freshly picked guava. Continue reading
Picasso and a Bass
Join Brian on a tour of the National Art Center in Tokyo’s current exhibit featuring works of art from the Musee National Picasso in Paris. Continue reading
