There is gold in my fist, left over from when I was The King of Japan and rich beyond your mortal imagining. Jesus couldn’t bark the orders of all his father’s wrath at me. The emperor of Japan was my public face and functionary. Where did those days go? What I did was disguise myself [...]
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 [...]
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What Passes For Work—A small realization
My companion and I were strolling through Ameyokocho. That’s part of Ueno, in Tokyo. It’s a vibrant marketplace, a bit low-rent, but lively and loud and colorful and essential. It started off decades ago as a shady black market for things the Japanese of Tokyo found tough to get right after World War II. People [...]
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2012/04/16/what-passes-for-worka-small-realization/
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 [...]
http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/2011/07/30/those-drunken-mena-small-addendum-to-tokyo-in-the-underbrush/
