All posts in category Ueno Station

Mr. 21st-Century Fabulous—A small accessory

Most men are born flesh, and slowly turn to metal. I became robotic late in life, here in the streets of Tokyo. It seemed like an easier existence, than seeking the perfect cherry blossom, and the metal in my head gets me free satellite TV. My eyeglasses are my screens. They let me see all [...]

Let’s Kinetic Noodle Madness!!—A small promotion

I was up in Ueno, Tokyo today, killing a little time before I had to meet my friend Lee Chapman. And on the south end of Ueno Station, next to the main entrance to Ameyokocho, are a couple of restaurants with distinct and funny ways of attracting customers. So to convey how odd and fun [...]

Those Drunken Men—A small addendum to “Tokyo in the Underbrush”

You get to thinking about, well, not what you lost but what you fleetingly had, and how it could have turned into what might have been. I spent a lot of time at Ueno Station in Tokyo in the Spring and Summer of 1988. Some of the best days of my life, which is easier [...]