First of all, it’s not true that I got tongue-tied when I met my childhood hero. After all, I ran into Magic Johnson outside a celebrity bash I had been attending… So obviously the stardust does not get in MY eyes. Just so we’re clear. Secondly, I can explain. The real story goes like this. My wife and I had just left a product launch…
Remarkably, I never considered the possibility that my day would begin with a lecture from the Midnight Cowboy on proper familial noms de guerre but that’s exactly what happened. Never one to pass up on a free meal, I jumped at the chance to join my employer, Dr. Shell, and actor Jon Voight for breakfast. Their conversation ranged from health care, politics, to Jon’s latest…
I’m back! Crazy to think that it’s been nearly a decade since I last blogged. In 2003 I found myself living in Japan with no way to communicate with the outside world. It was then that I discovered WordPress seven point beta and launched my first virtual message in a bottle – mainly aimed at family and friends. After returning to the states, there didn’t…
Not many can say they joined student government in order to overthrow it. That’s exactly what we did. There were a group of kids at my high school who hung out at the Senior stage. A couple I knew from play production and several others through mutual friends. They had recently coerced a teacher into sponsoring their new club and invited me to join. They…
We live in a remarkable age in which the average man can now gain access to his very code of life. Today I received my DNA results from 23andMe. $250 to learn that I’m a white male, of European descent, oh and with wet earwax.
Fascinated by its tentacles, I couldn’t look away as my mother in law (“Okaasan”) prepared the squid for dinner. Their curled limbs were covered with little suction cups which caused me to wonder aloud whether they would still stick to things. My wife, Yumi, considered this question ridiculous.”It’s food, not a toy.” Okaasan also dismissed the notion. “They’re cooked and would never stick.” I was…
It was final. My father in law (“Otousan”) was NOT going to drive us. He suggested instead that we just stay home and celebrate Okaasan’s birthday here at the house. The kids were disappointed. They really wanted to take their Obaachan out but he wanted to get nice and drunk. Everyone agreed to my suggestion that we take the bus. By the time the women…
My Japanese uncle is in remarkable shape for a man of seventy-five. During our stay here in Kochi, He has spent most days fishing with the kids, picking yuzu and nights drinking; alternating between sake and beer. Tonight, after a few pours, I found him hovering over a stack of photos depicting scenes from his youth. Ojichan (uncle) paused on a particular image and longingly…
Kochi no Obachan (our aunt from Kochi) entered the room with a stack of photo albums that had once belonged to Yumi’s obaachan (grandmother) before she passed away. The albums were almost as old as Obaachan’s two-hundred-year-old house where we were spending the weekend. I eagerly poured through the pages, asking many questions as Yumi translated. I was excited to discover an entire album dedicated…
It was no idle boast to say that they owned the mountain. And how they ended up with so much land was weighing on my mind as another round of drinks were poured. My wife’s uncle, now 75 years old, explained their samurai roots. In fact, one of the family relics, an ancient sword, was even in his possession as a child. Not realizing its…
