Here is the new blog address:
http://koladog.blogspot.com/search?q=
You can look for each yearly posts there. I can't figure out how to upload pictures there yet. I feel like my parents working the Beta Max looking for some help from a young whipper snapper. I figured this site out, but the technology changes each year....
Friday, March 13, 2009
I missed my yearly blog deadline this year
The season of Sakura is almost upon us. The cherry blossom anticipation is growing, not only for this temporal moment of nature's merriment but for man's too. I wonder how much a natural occurrence in its natural setting influences a culture? I mean how did the actions of a distant brother or sister, some historical dude or classy broad in kimono, that went out into their garden and had a great idea - inspire the habits of life today? I wonder how much we're missing out on- when we're living amongst too much concrete and not connecting with the rhythm of thought from this historical soul?
Aside from that, most humans just need a reason to celebrate. I understand from work that the business year and paperwork of the year is now at a feverish pitch to make year end review. Even the local school kids have short-timers' disease with the school year about to come full circle. Although, come to think of it, given the Japanese penchant to work till death, instilled at birth, this may inspire disappointment from many locals.
I'm naturally a cynic when it comes to joining a celebration that is universal and all too often has become water downed, over hyped and overblown. Notwithstanding, the Sakura blossom should be magical given its origin that only an actor or the destitute in the fetal position could be disappointed with.
There will be many words, analogies, haiku, and symbols this sake flooded affair will inspire. One that can be made now about the wonder of life inspired by the Sakura blossom is, last year at this time, I had no idea that this would be an event I could look forward to or even think about existed. Oh, the mystery of it all. I did wish to ride a fast train and see a monkey bathing in an onsen but that was more of "oh, that's a possibility? that will be nice." That was nice. Monkeys are great.
So, as I pause to flip the salsa record I got for a steal at 300 yen, I can't but help think it will be nice to cruise my yellow bike through the park on a warm windy evening or a bright spring morning after the crowds long went home and the dog walkers and homeless reclaim the park while the blossoms dive, hold sway and flutter past, given to a new role that has always been. I'll ride through as Curious George given a great responsibility. Well,... I've been lettin the record skip. A little Miles Davis slow horn to transition. Until we meet again.
Aside from that, most humans just need a reason to celebrate. I understand from work that the business year and paperwork of the year is now at a feverish pitch to make year end review. Even the local school kids have short-timers' disease with the school year about to come full circle. Although, come to think of it, given the Japanese penchant to work till death, instilled at birth, this may inspire disappointment from many locals.
I'm naturally a cynic when it comes to joining a celebration that is universal and all too often has become water downed, over hyped and overblown. Notwithstanding, the Sakura blossom should be magical given its origin that only an actor or the destitute in the fetal position could be disappointed with.
There will be many words, analogies, haiku, and symbols this sake flooded affair will inspire. One that can be made now about the wonder of life inspired by the Sakura blossom is, last year at this time, I had no idea that this would be an event I could look forward to or even think about existed. Oh, the mystery of it all. I did wish to ride a fast train and see a monkey bathing in an onsen but that was more of "oh, that's a possibility? that will be nice." That was nice. Monkeys are great.
So, as I pause to flip the salsa record I got for a steal at 300 yen, I can't but help think it will be nice to cruise my yellow bike through the park on a warm windy evening or a bright spring morning after the crowds long went home and the dog walkers and homeless reclaim the park while the blossoms dive, hold sway and flutter past, given to a new role that has always been. I'll ride through as Curious George given a great responsibility. Well,... I've been lettin the record skip. A little Miles Davis slow horn to transition. Until we meet again.
Monday, January 14, 2008
We have made it out of the fog!
Prior to this weekend, the good people of Sarajevo have been in the deepest fog I've ever witnessed. Figuratively and metaphorically speaking. This latest batch began when Jesse left for America on the 20th of December and with only a hand full of it lifting a few hundred feet from time to time, it remained until lately. I have never seen fog where a semi-trailer can just appear from 40 feet away. Now, add a curve and trucker who is trained in offensive driving, as opposed to defensive, and it makes for an interesting commute to work. Oh, yes, You have to factor in the reach and power of windshield wipers on a 1975 Volkswagen bug as well. Henceforth, it will be referred to as "Buba". This translates to bug in the local language. That language is called Serb0-Croatian or juznoslovenski. It is spoken in many countries and many places in Bosnia, but with a new name, tradition, and origin for each. Basically, whereever you are, they spoke it there first. There will be many stories, trails and tribulations concerning the Buba, but mostly thankfulness for this beast in following posts.
Metaphorically, this much fog creates a burning desire for a patch of blue sky. Jesse posed the question a week ago, "can you imagine the joy people will have once the sun comes out?"
Welcome to my blog! I am new to this World Wide Web phenomenon, sure I dabble in a little email now and again, who doesn't? - but I'm hip to the times so I hope you can find the patience and some idle time to read some of this gibberish. Embarrassingly enough, I've noticed that I began this blog almost one year to the date... it also has fog in the title. So, at least you can see there is consistency here.
How is it that I have to much time on my hands, but too much work to do?
Metaphorically, this much fog creates a burning desire for a patch of blue sky. Jesse posed the question a week ago, "can you imagine the joy people will have once the sun comes out?"
Welcome to my blog! I am new to this World Wide Web phenomenon, sure I dabble in a little email now and again, who doesn't? - but I'm hip to the times so I hope you can find the patience and some idle time to read some of this gibberish. Embarrassingly enough, I've noticed that I began this blog almost one year to the date... it also has fog in the title. So, at least you can see there is consistency here.
How is it that I have to much time on my hands, but too much work to do?
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Operation Sarajevo Fog
Greetings and Salutations,
The fog lifted today as the pre-apocalyptic activities are continuing on schedule.
The lack of winter this "Indian fall" has me bummed out that I won't be able to go up to the local mountain, Belasnitzel, to spend 26km on a lift ticket. I am happy to report that their is no long range weather forecast or any news coming in for that matter due to the lack of the proper resources and concern for them.
Operation Sarajevo Fog has thus far been a complete success. Begun in September of 2006 the objective was to see Sarajevo and meet some locals. The local population seems to be very well mannered and the tap water here is known to be the greatest on this side of Paris. It is rumored that former U.S. president Bill Clinton kept a bottle of it on his oval office desk. Can anyone verify that?
I must also mention that I define success as breathing regularly and enjoying a good meal and beer now and again; couple this with an English periodical and I am content as a greedy man with a shilling.
The fog lifted today as the pre-apocalyptic activities are continuing on schedule.
The lack of winter this "Indian fall" has me bummed out that I won't be able to go up to the local mountain, Belasnitzel, to spend 26km on a lift ticket. I am happy to report that their is no long range weather forecast or any news coming in for that matter due to the lack of the proper resources and concern for them.
Operation Sarajevo Fog has thus far been a complete success. Begun in September of 2006 the objective was to see Sarajevo and meet some locals. The local population seems to be very well mannered and the tap water here is known to be the greatest on this side of Paris. It is rumored that former U.S. president Bill Clinton kept a bottle of it on his oval office desk. Can anyone verify that?
I must also mention that I define success as breathing regularly and enjoying a good meal and beer now and again; couple this with an English periodical and I am content as a greedy man with a shilling.
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