What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
Dec 23, 2010
An Iguana In a Coat
Dec 22, 2010
PPE
As the car turned out into traffic in front of me, I pulled back hard on the brakes. The back tire locked up and the cars bumper was the next place I was going to be. Letting off the brakes, I dove right, trying to make it around the car.
It was going to be close and I was going to hit the cars side-view mirror. Then there was a crash, followed by nothing. My eyes opened while I still sliding down the highway. Ahead was a tunnel and I began to wonder if I would slide all the way down there.
Darkness, but no pain. What was broken or missing? As I gently flexed and moved my body a strong pain came from my knee. Worried about lying in the road I crawled up onto the median. I needed to call someone to let someone know what had happened, but I could not remember anyones name or how to use my phone.
Strangly my knee was feeling better, so I got up to walk across the highway, while a Japanese man prostested and told me to sit down. Standing up I told him I was OK in Japanese and walked to the other side of the street.
Before long I was in the emergency room, my memory had returned, and the knee was just a little swollen and cut up. Yet another close call and another of my 9 lives spent; I wonder how many I have left.
Nov 23, 2010
Somehow II
Royal Hotel Okinawa 中城高原ホテル
There is nothing more rewarding than finding an abandoned hotel in the middle of the mountains.
At the time my friend and I found it we did not know the back story of the Nakagusuku Hotel. So after returning home I did some research and found out that the hotel was financed by a rich Japanese business man and had been built over some haunted caves. After several of the construction workers died in accidents during its construction, the project was stopped. Soon after that the businessman ended up in an insane asylum.
The hotel, which was never completed, was intended to have a zoo inside of it as well. The buildings very odd floor plan and size make it a wild and rather scary place to explore. Though Okinawans claim the building is haunted to this day, we did not encounter anything strange.
At the time my friend and I found it we did not know the back story of the Nakagusuku Hotel. So after returning home I did some research and found out that the hotel was financed by a rich Japanese business man and had been built over some haunted caves. After several of the construction workers died in accidents during its construction, the project was stopped. Soon after that the businessman ended up in an insane asylum.
The hotel, which was never completed, was intended to have a zoo inside of it as well. The buildings very odd floor plan and size make it a wild and rather scary place to explore. Though Okinawans claim the building is haunted to this day, we did not encounter anything strange.
Nakagusuku, Okinawa
Somehow
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 3, 2010
Kin-nisshu-do
The racks where bottles of Awamori were aged.
These pictures were taken at Kin-nisshu-do temple/ Awamori distillery in Kin Town, Okinawa. The fun thing about sticking a large amount of hard liquor underground is that the air slowly begins to have an alcohol percentage to it. This fact made my time down in the cave fun, but made coming back up the steep flight of stairs out of the cave rather dangerous.
So Long Old Friend
After months of procrastination, I finally bought a new camera. While my new camera will take pictures underwater, work in the bitter cold, and survive a 6 foot drop, I will miss my old Sony Cybershot.
Though its a little ruff around the edges, the lens cover has stopped working, and the zoom works when it wants to, this camera has been my external memory for my trips around Asia.
RIP old friend.
Though its a little ruff around the edges, the lens cover has stopped working, and the zoom works when it wants to, this camera has been my external memory for my trips around Asia.
RIP old friend.
Sep 23, 2010
Last Dance
In Kin Town, which is outside of a Marine Base, somehow I ended up in this country western bar just as it was closing. Since girls were in short supply, some of the bar patrions took to dancing with bar stools as the final song of the night played.
Sep 13, 2010
Family Mart
The Vomit Comet
Being a rather public figure on base, has its benefits as I frequently end up in funny conversations with interesting people.
The first time I spoke with Adam he mentioned he owned a sailboat for one reason or another. Having always desired to try out sailing, I asked if we could go sailing sometime. As the pictures above show, a couple of weeks later Adam took me out on his boat Scarlet, where I tried my hand and stomach at sailing on the East China Sea.
Being out on the sailboat in the ocean with only the sound of the wind in the sails and the water splashing against the hull was peaceful. It was also fun to realize that nothing more than the wind was driving us along. However Scarlet was a rather wayward women. She pitched back and fourth as the harsh Okinawan sun beat from above.
Before long I felt sea sickness creeping up on me. Though I wanted nothing more than to lay down, the size of the boat and the fact that I still needed to help Adam meant I just had to solider on. In hindsight the experience was a great deal of fun and though my stomach will take insects and food from the market in the third world, it draws the line at sailing.
Jul 27, 2010
Roadside Attraction
On an amazing ride up to Okinawa's Northern most point I happened across an odd scooter parked on the side of the road. As I passed it, just out of the corner of my eye I spotted its driver in his flower laden bicycle helmet milling about on the side of the road. However alas I was going to fast and had no time to take picture.
After an afternoon of snorkling amoung some of the oddest coral formations I have ever seen, I began ridding back home. Then up ahead in the distance I saw a swaying scooter. Much to my delight this odd collection of stuff and its driver had passed me while I was swiming.
Quickly I reached inside my motorcycle jacket, pulled out my camera and started shooting. Since I was in a bit of rush the quality is not pefect.
Jun 13, 2010
The 58th
Okinawa, Japan
Jun 7, 2010
Rock Soup
What's in my bowl?
At a local ramin shop I noticed one of the menu items was a hot stone. Curious I ordered a bowl of ramin and the hot stone. First the ramin came out, so I thought maybe the stone was already in it. However then the super hot stone came out a spoon and was placed next to the bowl.
Perplexed I asked the waitress what the purpose of the hot stone was. She explained that adding the hot stone to the ramin would bring out more of the soups flavor and also keep the ramin warmer.
So that's how they did it before the microwave.
Really?
What's going on here? Guns are outlawed in Japan, how many armed robberies in parks occur in Okinawa? Wait... Lets read this sign, it talks about not doing graffiti and starting fires in the park. But no where does it talk about armed robberies?
Maybe the picture is just a clever way of getting people to read the sign. OR Maybe its a clever way of keeping people from ever coming into the park in the first place.
Maybe the picture is just a clever way of getting people to read the sign. OR Maybe its a clever way of keeping people from ever coming into the park in the first place.
Jun 3, 2010
Nerd Bird
This would be a little bird who lives in the tree outside my balcony. All morning he fly's around with his Mom asking for food. In the evenings, for reasons I am unsure of, he sits outside my door with a grumpy look on his face waiting for me to get home. When I arrive home and approach my door he pretends like he can blend into the wall and waits impatiently for me to go inside of my apartment.
Kinser Set
Nuclear Viking
Speeding along a sign on the side of the road caught my eye. Just a left turn away was a parking lot with 50 spaces and a Manga Café with a buffet lunch for 780 yen.
What is a Manga Café you ask? Imagine a library you pay by the hour to sit in that is stocked with the latest comic books and magazines. The fee, which varies from one Manga Café to another, typically includes a free drink bar and reserved cubical that has a computer with internet access and a comfortable chair in it.
Wondering what happens when you combine a Manga Café with a buffet, I turned left into the ample parking lot and ventured inside. After filling out a membership card, which is free and typically required to use the café, I walked over to my cubical dropped off my motorcycle gear and then ventured over to the buffet.
It was everything that I had hoped and feared it would be. Piles for fried rice, vats of curry, Spam and fried noodles, and several limp looking salads all begged to be consumed; it was the type of fair you consume only if you are willing to declare nuclear war on your body. Having faith that the Ulong tea from the drink bar would combat the MSG and grease, I loaded up four plates and waddled back to my cubical.
Once inside the dimly lit tobacco stained cocoon, I loaded up the internet and then dug into to my carefully picked feast, which contained so much MSG that it took nearly a gallon of water to quench my thirst.
In other words, it was amazing.
What is a Manga Café you ask? Imagine a library you pay by the hour to sit in that is stocked with the latest comic books and magazines. The fee, which varies from one Manga Café to another, typically includes a free drink bar and reserved cubical that has a computer with internet access and a comfortable chair in it.
Wondering what happens when you combine a Manga Café with a buffet, I turned left into the ample parking lot and ventured inside. After filling out a membership card, which is free and typically required to use the café, I walked over to my cubical dropped off my motorcycle gear and then ventured over to the buffet.
It was everything that I had hoped and feared it would be. Piles for fried rice, vats of curry, Spam and fried noodles, and several limp looking salads all begged to be consumed; it was the type of fair you consume only if you are willing to declare nuclear war on your body. Having faith that the Ulong tea from the drink bar would combat the MSG and grease, I loaded up four plates and waddled back to my cubical.
Once inside the dimly lit tobacco stained cocoon, I loaded up the internet and then dug into to my carefully picked feast, which contained so much MSG that it took nearly a gallon of water to quench my thirst.
In other words, it was amazing.
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