A blog written by an aggressive asshole with an axe to grind and a chip on his shoulder. Born in Boston, Grew up in Hawaii and after Japan will return to Hawaii.
Everything you are about to read is true. Names are not changed and no one is immune. Brace yourselves.
Responding to a question about his feelings about the Atomic Bombings of Japan, while in Japan in 1960.
"We knew the world would not be the same.
Few people laughed, few people cried, most people were silent.
I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form and says, "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." I suppose we all thought that, one way or another."
The pic above tells a tale....the little bit of sand being kicked up by my left foot is me trying to get the fuck out of the way of a punch coming from the next prefecture.
I just ordered the thing above. It's gonna be worth the 6,000 yen. That's the price of a pair of shorts for fucks sake of course this is much more important!! I just gotta plug one of my foggers into it and maybe some red LED's in the eyes?
Living and shopping for things outside Japan can be a BITCH!!....
How awesome was Paul Harvey? One of the best story tellers of our time if not THE best.
I was never a farmer but I was taught what an honest days work was.
If there is a singular trait that will increase the odds of success in life it is the ability to work to your limit and then beyond with no mind paid to how much YOU are getting paid.
I have never met a farmer I didn't like. I have met some I didn't have anything in common with and see things other than work differently than, but being with or near someone who's work ethic is on par or greater than mine is a form of "comfort". RESPECT. American or Japanese or anywhere. That...that is fucking work. Your work ethic is a core ..is at the core of who you are in my book and someone who can't work hard has limits...with how close they can get to me. It's why I cut students. I don't want "half assed" near me or my School which is my business. It's a complex but...it's a really good fucking complex.
Brian: "You know what Chris.."
**As I survey a mountain of granite stones 5 meters tall and 20 across...the 1st of 5 such mountains...I'm thinking .."fuck this Brian and fuck YOU"**
Brian: "I'm, I'll just tell your mother we're gonna have to pay someone to do this...nevermind...you can go play or whatever...that's fine"
He had thrown down a gauntlet and I was quick to pick it up. I have never ever put it down and as much as I hate him I love what he did for me. Everything goes back to that moment..that exact moment where I was being called out in a subtle but crystal clear manner.
I was never thanked. I never wanted to be. But nobody was ever going to imply that I can't work till my body gives in...cuz it'll fail before my mind does.
And a personal policy reinforced. Set for life.
Love the song...love the editing...absolutely implausible but it still reinforces the fact that I will never eat horse meat. My Mom rode, raised and loved horses. I ain't never gonna do it.
