Apr 28, 2010

Fire Yuko

WARNING! This story is adult themed.

During my time in Asia I have seen a number of things broken with and shot out of the female reproductive anatomy. This past Saturday fire was added to that list; yes a woman in Okinawa, Japan can shoot fire out of her lady part.

Overall the experience was one which your curiosity leads you to and your common sense then wonders why you wanted to see that in the first place. However like most things in life there was more to the story.

For you see, Fire Yuko (fire, lady parts, everyone understands the name now, right?) also works as a volunteer. Where? No, not at the library, at the old peoples home. Why? Because shooting fire and other things out of that region of the body takes a great deal of muscle control. Now when some people get older, it gets harder to control those muscles, which for some means needing to go to the bathroom a lot more.

That is where Yuko and her volunteer work come into play. By teaching older folk's the muscle control techniques she has learned, Fire Yuko is able to help people regain control of the muscles that control their badder. Thus enabling them to enjoy life a bit more.

And that as the late great Paul Harvey would have said, "Is the rest of the story."
Good Day.

Apr 27, 2010

Life at 86

A burgundy motorcycle bellow me. A blue sky above me.
A topical ocean to my left. Green mountains to my right.
A open road ahead of me. A line of traffic behind me.

It had taken a year and a lifetime to get here.

Looking down from the middle,
It was time to continue to the top.

Apr 21, 2010

Selling in Okinawa

Somewhere in Okinawa was someone who had flown across an ocean just to see this sunset.

Through three layers of clouds the red sun drifted towards the horizon above the ocean. The air was warm and humid. The ocean shimmered as evening turned to night.

Amidst this backdrop, I closed my second deal of the day.

Apr 17, 2010

Apr 16, 2010

Number 4


1994 Honda CB 400.

This particular model year was initially only sold in Japan. Never thought I would own something that had four separate carburetors and a red line of 14,000 RPMS.

Oddly enough this four cylinder, 400 cc engine, made in 1994 is my 4th motorcycle.

Apr 15, 2010

400cc Okinawa

It took over a year, but after 6 months of studying Japanese, working 3 different jobs, losing a chunk of change, moving to Okinawa, and then jumping through countless US military hoops, I finally have a motorcycle license. Keeping with the theme of, "Nothing Will Come Easy In Japan", the day of my motorcycle license test just happened to be the one day this week it rained with an intensity only seen in the tropics.

Wet clothes and shriving aside, the motorcycle is parked downstairs. Had anyone told me living in Asia without being an English teacher would be have been this hard, I would have smiled and ignorantly thought, "I can do it."

Surprisingly, I have.

(So which one is my motorcycle? Its the purplish motorcycle in the middle of the picture. Sunny days and better pictures are soon on there way. Also, yes in the picture it was not raining. Why? Because it was lunch time of course and the rain like myself was at Burger King eating a Whopper.)