Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Entering the Year of the Ox



I BBQd a turkey and we took it over to Tsunaoshi's house as part of a pot luck dinner. Anton and Thor got everyone stuck into a Downtown special on TV that lasted for hours. My favorite sketch was on a bus. A foreigner gets on with a large bag and when he turns around there is a head sticking out of a bald man who stares open eyed at Matsumoto and Hamada. He doesn't say a word. Even when the man with bag/man in bag get off the bus, the man in bag continues to stare at the Downtown team. Hilarious....

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Videtto Family came to dinner



The Videttos were in Izu doing their Jogasaki hikes.  Paul cooked a paella.  Thor let everyone play Guitar Hero.  There were Christmas Cracker Jokes and paper crowns.  


Thursday, December 11, 2008

I love food at Tamarind Springs




Just outside of Kuala Lumpur is a restaurant which has done a great job of putting groovy food on the table. The cinnamon sticks wrapped in mince chicken were awesome! For main courses we had soft shell crab, lamb and prawn rice. With a Penfold Shiraz you couldn't ask for anything else.

Sandra and I went out there after a long day of government pension meetings. The next day she was off shopping for her daughters' Xmas presents.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Thor has turned 16


He wanted sushi for his birthday dinner so we went over to Sushiko. Had lots of fish!

Saturday, December 06, 2008

A new member for the Tokyo American Club


Tomi wants to become a member of TAC. He is semi retired and enjoying all the rug rats his kids are producing now. For some reason he has decided to get a membership at TAC and asked Jack Spillum and I to be his sponsors.

It's a good idea. He's a great guy and really, seriously gets involved with everything he does. He'll be a great addition to the club.

We had dinner to sign his application papers at the club. He was loving it.

Friday, December 05, 2008

YIS Concert


There were a number of musical presentations at the YIS concert on Friday night. We enjoyed seeing Anton in a tux. He got into the choir this year and is also playing basketball. The big question is will he get into NYU?

Thursday, December 04, 2008

FTSE Tokyo Staff Year End Party



A mostly very well behaved group had dinner at Il Mulino in Tokyo. Expensive, tasty, large portions, dark, and serving a delicious grappa with wild currants. Cheeky Naoko was having a blast!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

High School Reunion


Through a little snooping on the Internet I found high school friends Steve Sterner and Des Surles, married (!) with a couple of girls out the door. We finally got a chance to get together when I stopped in Minnesota on my way back to Tokyo.

Steve is an ER guy and has reduced the hair on his head, while Des has been taking care of the horses and obviously chopped her hair short in sympathy to Steve's reduction. Ha!

We have agreed to meet up in the summer when I go through Minnesota with Thor.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Rudolph Voll is 97



On my way to London I stopped in Bangkok to catch up with the stock exchange on a number of issues. On the weekend before heading to London I had the chance with Max Petitjean to visit a former Tokyo resident Rudolph Voll at his daughter Aloha's home outside of Bangkok in a gated community. Rudolph escaped Berlin and the Gestapo in the 1930s and while making his way out of Shanghai by boat was blown by a typhoon to Japan. He settled in there for the war and got started in shipping pearls to Europe. That remains his career, and Aloha is running the business from Bangkok. They've still got offices in Hong Kong and Tokyo. Rudolph won't be traveling much anymore. I made a video of his message to the open table at the FCCJ you can see on YouTube.



Later that evening Max and I had the Seafood Market experience. Great stuff!

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Together after all these years


Dick and I worked together at Time-Life back in the early 1980s. Here we are in my backyard in Tokyo several years later enjoying a Jacuzzi with our wives.

Ha! Who woulda thunk it?

Friday, October 24, 2008

Beautiful Bali Sunset......


So romantic. Need to go back with my main squeeze.

Golfing up and down the Pacific



I stopped in Bali to play a round of gold with two strangers. It was OK except for the heat. That evening I got back on the plane to continue my journey home from Australia.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Friday, October 10, 2008

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Korea goes Developed



After four years of FTSE Country Classification hell South Korea got promoted to Developed status. I was there. I was also there from 1973 to 1975.

Monday, September 01, 2008

Golf in Singapore


Donald and I played golf with Patrick Daniel, editor of the Straits Times, in the humid Singapore swealter.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

W Hong Kong


The W isn't open yet, officially. Still I was able to book it via their booking agency.

The view of the harbor was more in your face than the Meridien....

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Mr Hoshi loves the California flag

August Dinner in Izu



Roger came up from Shimoda to play golf today and stayed for dinner. I had marinated chicken all afternoon using a Greek recipe, and everyone else brought various dishes to fill up the table. Drinks include peach marguaritas, a sake called the drunken angel, Duke Merlot, a Gallo California Chardonnay and Yebisu beer. Tennis players outnumbered the golfers, but I got everyone to play in the band. Ha!

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Thor is taller


The Izu Shio folks just can't get over how tall Anton and Thor have grown. Here is Thor in the midst of our August visit to Izu being compared to the boss and his wife.

Oops!

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

You can't talk about it, but.....


Stan Holt took me off into the Redwoods along the Russian River for a weekend of lectures, concerts, plays, fine dining, fun and fellowship with members of a club which shall remain nameless. The members abandon care when they enter their summer camp and stomp on the little spiders they find weaving webs. All very cryptic, sure, but a nice decoy to keep the rest of the world wondering what really does go on in the Bohemian Grove............? Here's a peek into the camp I was in and some of the guys. My greatest joy was learning how to play dominos for money.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Food






Here are some of the dishes I have enjoyed recently.

Happy Fathers Day



I got a Coco Chanel tie from my wife. It's grey. She says it's to match my hair. We had lunch at Trader Vics with John Suzuki who is in Japan for interview with real estate brokers. He's keen to get a job in Japan.
Here he is drinking Jasmine tea.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Parent Madness with a Tropical Theme




Last night was the farewell party for the Battens and Parks. They rented the roof at Zest in Ebisu and the cocktails never ended. The highlight of the evening was the dating game and marriage test. The impersonations in the dating games were quite funny. But the real fun came with the live questioning of married couples to compare their answers. The highlight was the most interesting location for sex question. There was a mile high club couple, but the winner was the couple that admitted to having done it in the school's administration building - Matsukata House! They won't tell whose office. Outrageous! It brought the house down.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

My latest Daruma


Ain't he cute? You burn incence under him and the smoke comes out of his alms bowl. I found him at the jade market in Tainan, Taiwan this afternoon.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Buying Beer in Harlem



So after a full day in the office starting at 7.30 am with a systems demonstration, we leave midtown Manhattan to drive north to the Yankee stadium. Departure time was about 5 pm.

An hour later we are still on the bus because of traffic.

Instead of going East to 1st Avenue the bus driver kept going right up 6th to 125th and then turns right to go over to the Tribourough Bridge. With one lane open going onto the bridge it is taking us four or five lights to go one block. And we run out of beer.

From the Hoff Tour days I know there is a solution, so I grab the nearest New York office employee, Jim Cemprola, and he and I start walking East on 125th Street looking for a place that sells beer. At the end of the block, after shops selling nail jobs, gold chains and a variety of other schlock, we find a "bodega". Jim and I march to the back of the bodega and get four six packs and three big bags of potato chips. At the counter the beers come to $38 and the chips are $1 each. I didn't have enough money in my pocket, so Jim asks the Spanish speaking guy at the cash register if he takes credit cards! Ha! Bodegas apparently are notorious for selling stolen goods and we're asking if they take credit cards. Ha!

Our bus is still halfway back the block, so we leisurely walk back to it, jump on and resume serving the FTSE Directors and Staff cold beer.

Still in Love


This time in New York City, just up from our office. Robert Indiana really gets around with this chunk of iron.

What is 'Pataphysics


Roger Shattuck

What is ‘Pataphysics

1. ‘Pataphysics is the science of the realm beyond metaphysics; or, ‘Pataphysics lies as far beyond metaphysics and metaphysics lies beyond physics – in one direction or the other.

Now, metaphysics is a word which can mean exactly what one wants it to mean, whence its continuing popularity. To Aristotle it meant merely the field of speculation he took up after physics. The pataphysician beholds the entire created universe, and all others with it, and sees that they are neither good nor bad but pataphysical. Rene Dumal, writing in the twentieth century said that he proposed to do for metaphysics what Jules Verne did for physics. ‘Pataphysics, then, entering the great beyond in whatever direction it may lie, offers us a voyage of discovery and adventure into what Jarry called “ethernity”. That, of course, is where we all live.

2. ‘Pataphysics is the science of the particular, of laws governing exceptions.

The realm beyond metaphysics will not be reached by vaster and vaster generalities; this has been the error of contemporary thought. A return to the particular shows that every event determines a law, a particular law. ‘Pataphysics relates each thing and each event not any generality (a mere plastering over of exceptions) but to the singularity that makes it an exception. Thus the science of ‘Pataphysics attempts no cures, envisages no progress, distrusts all claims of improvement in the state of things, and remains innocent of any message. ‘Pataphysics is pure science, lawless and therefore impossible to outlaw.

3. ‘Pataphysics is the science of imaginary solutions.

In the realm of the particular, every event arises from an infinite number of causes. All solutions, therefore, to particular problems, all attributions of cause and effect, are based on arbitrary choice, another term for scientific imagination. Gravity as curvature of space or as electro-magnetic attraction – does it make any difference which solution we accept? Understanding either of them entails a large exercise of scientific imagination. Science must elect the solution that fits the facts – travel of light or fall of an apple. ‘Pataphysics welcomes all scientific theories (they are getting better and better) and treats each one not as a generality but as an attempt, sometimes heroic and sometimes pathetic, to pin down one point of view as “real”. Students of philosophy may remember the German Hans Vaihinger with is philosophy of the als ob. Ponderously yet persistently he declared that we construct our own systems of thought and value, and then live “as if” reality conformed to it. The idea of “truth” is the most imaginary of all solutions.

4. ‘Pataphysics, all things are equal.

The pataphysician not only accepts no final scientific explanations of the universe, he also rejects all values, moral, aesthetic, and otherwise. The principle of universal equivalence and the conversion of opposites reduce the world in its pataphysical reality to particular cases only. All the more reason, indeed, that the pataphysician should enjoy “working” and in the most diverse ways, should respond to all the normal (and “abnormal”) appetites of the flesh and spirit, should sometimes behave with considerateness toward his neighbor and even fulfill a “responsible” role in society. ‘Pataphysics preaches no rebellion and no acquiescence, no new morality nor immorality, no political reform, no reaction and certainly no promise of happiness nor unhappiness. What would be the use, all things being equal?

5. ‘Pataphysics is, in aspect, imperturbable.

Jarry was regarded by most of his contemporaries as a joker or a lunatic. Here lie the first errors of incomprehension. ‘Pataphysics has nothing to do with humor or with the kind of tame insanity psychoanalysis has drummed into fashion. Life is, of course, absurd, and it is ludicrous to take it seriously. Only the comic is serious. The pataphysician, therefore, remains entirely serious, attentive, imperturbable. He does not burst out laughing or curse when asked to fill out in quadruplicate a questionnaire on his political affiliations or sexual habits: on the contrary, he details a different and equally valid activity on each of the four sheets. His imperturbability gives him anonymity and the possibility of savoring the full pataphysical richness of life.

6. All things are pataphysical; yet few men practice ‘Pataphysics consciously.

No difference in value, only in state, exists between ordinary men and those who are consciously aware of the pataphysical nature of the world, including themselves. The College of ‘Pataphysics is no better and no worse than the French Academy or than the Hillsdale Garden Club of Men’s Auxiliary Committee of Three on Poison Ivy Extermination. The College, however, being aware of its own nature, can enjoy the spectacle of its own pataphysical behavior. And what science but ‘Pataphysics can cope with consciousness, “self”-consciousness perpetually twisting out of itself into the reaches of ethernity? Pere Ubu’s monstrous gidouille or belly is represented by a spiral, which Dr Faustroll’s ‘Pataphysics transforms into a symbol of ethernal consciousness circling forever around itself. Symbol? By now all words are pataphysical, being equal.

7. Beyond ‘Pataphysics lies nothing; ‘Pataphysics is the ultimate defense.

Like the sorcerer’s apprentice, we have become victims of our own knowledge –principally of our scientific and technological knowledge. In ‘Pataphysics resides our only defense against ourselves. Not that ‘Pataphysics will change history: that great improvisation of the past already belongs to the Science of Sciences. But ‘Pataphysics allows a few individuals beneath their imperturbability to live up to their particular selves; Ubu or Faustroll, you or I. Outwardly one may conform meticulously to the rituals and conventions of civilized life, but inwardly one watches this conformity with the care and enjoyment of a painter choosing his colors – or perhaps of a chameleon. ‘Pataphysics then is an inner attitude, a discipline, a science, and an art, which allows each man to live his life as an exception, proving no law but his own.

Published in the Evergreen Review in 1960

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Pere Ubu



I stopped in Mumbai on my way to a FTSE BOD meeting in New York. As I have heard so much about Mumbai clubbing, I decided to get out and find some of these places. My first stop would be a jazz club, as I love jazz and want to hear live jazz whenever I can.

I noticed that the Mungolian Jet Set was playing at a club called Blue Frog and headed over there from the Grand Central Hotel on Sunday evening. The Norwegian protaganist was dressed in some kind of a cloth helmet and Mongolian embroidered jacket. He was mixing a house vibe with an Indian fellow playing the guitar and another fellow beating on the bongo drums - Indian style, not Caribean.

I had a couple drinks and got out of there.

The Norwegian buy looked like Pere Ubu except that he didn't have a big concentric circle motif - the infamous gidouille - on his pot belly.