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Japan oh Japan

Well today FUR115B passed final Qualification and went to production. Mr Nemoto and I did the Bi-lingual 115B passed dance. Which is much like a primitive war victory dance with a lot of hooting and holler'n. John Trovolta eat yer heart out.

I am still reading Soren Kierkegaard's "Works of Love" I have been reading this on and off since the year of my dad death. I think I will probably be reading it till I die myself. I am now in the middle of my second reading. I am going to give two quotes here leaving the first without comment. I have been thinking a lot on the second one though so have a bit to say.

"...make Christianity your own, and it will show you a point outside the world by the help of which you shall move heaven and earth so quietly, so easily, that no one notices it" pg 139 Works of Love by SK.

"The one that is unable to find among men an object for his love- indicates that one himself is utterly lacking in love...But he who brings love with him when he seeks an object for his love...will easily, and to the same degree as love in him is great, very easily find the object and find it to be such that it is lovable." pg 156 Works of Love by SK

How often when we talk about love we say I am looking for love "in the right or wrong places" or or I am seeking my true love and soul mate. Even the Shunamite in Song of Solomon says "When I found the one whom my soul loves I clung to him and would not let him go." However her situation is much different than the preceding lines. She already had a love and in the dream listed here she was fearful of loosing him." So she went out actively seeking the one who was already her beloved. She took love with her.the love motivated her out of passivity and into the streets actively searching for her beloved. Solomon her beloved was king and often affairs of state would call for his presence to late hours and other parts of the kingdom. She was fearful of the away times to the point of having re-occurring dreams about him being away. Her love carried and motivated her to come to terms with his absences and how she would greet him when he did appear.

Well in all this I think we do not "find love" as such at all. We have it (from God) or we don't. If we have it from God we bring it with us and we have no choice but to find the object and that it is loveable. (As we are to love our neighbor as our self) This is where love as a duty and infinite debt motivate us to service of the neighbor. In whatever we do in our service there is no reduction of what we owe. We love by not choice but rather "no choice." For our love of God leaves us with out an option we "shall love."

Well the thoughts are rough and need some working through.

AJ's dear friend Chris is going through some extremely difficult health issues and I just found out about it today. I will try to give her a call in the morning. My prayers are for his recovery and a time for him to release his anxieties to God.

Japan (Interlude) On communication

Today Mr Matsumoto our sister companies sales rep came by and took me to work. When I signed in I filled out the Date...Location Visiting...My Name... My Company Name... Customer contact...Time as I have always done for the past 2 months. This is a standard type security pass information asked by about all my customers when I enter their facilities. Well Mr Matsumoto after he was finished told me that the line I filled out for Customer contact was not that but rather "What am I doing here?" Apparently the poor lady behind the security desk was every day for the last 2 months crossing out the name I entered and wrote in "Start Up" as she could not tell me I was doing it wrong.

 When I returned to the hotel that evening I ran out of Internet Hot Spot Wi-fi cards. I went to the desk and ordered for more. (The hotel staff can speak some English.), where the very young lady at the counter slowly counted out the 4 cards. Once done she pulls over the calculator and very deliberately enters 4 X 500 (Yen) and it displayed 2000. I smiled and asked if she really needed to use the calculator to multiply 4 X 500 to find her answer (which she didn't). Ooohhh she got embarrassed and started laughing along with me. So contrary to popular belief I do not just embarrass my daughters in public.

Japan (Prelude) or What Happened the Last Time I Was Here?

Boy it was sure difficult getting my company credit card sorted. I was up most of the night converting Sing dollars into American so my report would be understandable to the finance department. The financial director wanted all the reports in by the end of the work day friday thus the all nighter. Sooo very sleepy eyed I went down to the business center to get everything e-mailed. AAAAHHHHH!!!!! it's@closed!!!!! Back to the reception desk to ask them to open it for me as they would in Singapore. Well it is much harder to get the ideas across as I speak no Japanese and he spoke little English. This is where being from anywhere in the world but the USA would be handy as most everyone else from out of the USA speaks a couple of languages. Being good at sign language I pleaded with him for mercy (hands clasped, on knees and sobbing) as I did want to be able to pay them when I left. Soon I had him in tears himself but in worry that he could not give his customer what he so needed. Whiningly he explained that it was owned by another company and they do not have a key. Well why did you not say so in the first place? He drew a map to a Yahoo cafe and so I boldly set out into the great wilds of Japan where the only thing that can be seen is ‚ðB‚ð@Well with much stumbling and wandering I finally came to the right place. When I sat down to type it all came out like ƒeƒB. Oh what fun! ‚¤‚Ÿ

It took some hunting and pecking but it finally looked readable to me. Sent everything off to work just in time. Back to the hotel for breakfast and when in the room I decided to take a short 30 minuet nap then walk to Tokyo tower around 3 Km away. I set my alarm and fell asleep. When I heard the alarm go off I declared..."boldly he went forth to explore the concrete jungles of Japan." reset my alarm for another hours sleep. Again the alarm rang and I declared, ..."boldly he went forth... Zzzzzzzz" So after a few more rounds I finally crawled out of bed around 13:00 hours. Donning my exploration outfit I boldly went out the door...boldly down the hall ‚ ‚ñ down the great shaft of elevator through the maze of lobby out the "doors of egress" into the shadows of looming skyscrapers. Boldly I went in the "doors of enter"...through the maze of lobby...up the shaft of elevator meekly down the hall into the den of residence...Seems I slipped...forgot my camera. Soooo boldly again as the great explorer retraced the the now well worn path of carpet down the shaft and maze and door and Once again faced the great vastness of the scrapers of sky. Such a horrible scrapping noise they made. half a league...half a league...half a league onward...forward into the jaws of Tokyo the great explorer moved. Hitting his stride over 6.5 Km per hour in 10 minuets and 1 Km later I found a shrine for 48 monks. Welding his mighty camera aligning the great shrine of old aiming with care lest the beast should charge...in the heat of battle...the batteries died...Boldly I strode back down the winding street searching for the batteries lair. Spying an old man tending store I broke stride, pulled out my camera...opened the case. Pulling out the once live battery I displayed its remains to him. With much clucking...clicking and waving of hands he motioned further deeper and into now darker portions of the jungle...finally hissing the one intelligible word..."supermarket" Bowing to the old sage I set off to be accosted by keepers of store and such. Pulling to my full height I beat them off with the words...Batteries!!! Batteries! ....I need batteries!" Each backed away shaking their heads mumbling their Domo arrigato's. Gesturing wildly down the path. After much further adventures much too scary to relate to such a tender audience I stumbled unexpectedly into the great supermarket. Unable to locate those elusive batteries I slunk to the counter. Once again pulled out and forlornly displayed the poor dead carcass. The store became quiet then with hurried motion a battery pack was found...(seems they always travel in pairs and packs) Around this time I found that my head must have been wounded in the battle of battery for there was now such an on-slot of head pain. Pointing to my head I exclaimed..."headache!" Soon the reply came...."aaahhhh directing me to a counter of shampoo. "Noooooo!!!!....Headache!...Headache!" I cried out with such anguish and pain. Much consulting among the keepers of the store to come to the conclusion I was insane. "Aspirin...Tylenol...Panadol...Advil" I chanted. Pulling my trusty pen and paper from my pocket I drew a head with lightening bolts coming from it. Much shaking of heads and many "domo's later a fellow customer came to answer my plight. "I am sorry gentle sir, they have none of those things here." Finding that they refused to share in the treasures of pain relievers I surrendered my hard earned Yen for the two packs of batteries so desperately needed. With my trusty weapon loaded with a new round of batteries I once again sought the Shrine,which when once again found I photographed it mercilessly. <img src="http://x82.xanga.com/98bb017229d3135412338/s24439120.jpg" alt="Shrine 48 Ronin" style="width:320px" />

Looking up from the final shooting I found kindly native "New Yorker" hence transplanted to San Diego California who speaking ‚y ‚Ÿ‚ñ‚®‚ ‚° gave a most interesting account of their sad story. 300 to 400 years ago their Domo? master or whatever of the temple was assassinated by a local shogun due the the trechery of a Courtier. Through much adventure and toil the samari who were now called ronin were able to extract revenge and murder the Courtier. Coming back the grave of their avenged master they placed the head of the man they just killed on his grave. Then they decided to commit ritual suicide. All 48 of them. Where there is now this shrine and their remains. The New Yorker was so enamored with it all. He had come expressly for the purpose of seeing this site with such brave deeds. Speaking in glowing terms of  their sacrifice of honor. It put me in such a gloom to hear such a thing. For the truth is if a warrior under orders had done such a thing he would have been honored and promoted. In my view these men were shamed and in contempt and killed themselves to reconcile some honor back to themselves. In reflection I wonder if a friend who had killed himself had hoped for some sort of redemption in his own death...unable to minister and provide for his family...unfaithful...maybe he thought that his death would some how rectify all that had gone wrong in his life. An atonement if you will. I am completely at a loss and surely need more information than this westerner gave me. For what these men had done is looked on as a great thing here and incense is burned in their memory along with prayers. In my mind it is so backwards...Would a culture pray for the lost persons honor to be regained??? Or do they (the 48 men) have it and others hope to receive some portion of their honor. (I later found out the latter is the case) I has now started to rain...So boldly! Yes with great confidence the great explorer reached for his umbrella and with a mighty clutch grasped nothing...finding his mind slipped a gear again...betrayed by his own forgetfulness seems the great explorer forgot his umbrella. So...boldly he moved on through the wet maze of concrete muttering all the while..."Now why did I leave my coat in the hotel?" Head down against the drizzle I pressed on to the Bright reddish / orange tower which popped into view and disappeared among the scrapers. Finally the beast came into full view and I got off a few quick shots...moving ever closer and closer I snuck up on my prey. I shot it repeatedly and yet it still stood there. I shot until the batteries once again failed in the feverpitch of the engagement.<img src="http://x32.xanga.com/ba2b076a1233135411526/s24438480.jpg" alt="walk2tokyotower4" style="width:240px" />

 Aaaahhhh...good to have also picked up that extra pair. Hoping to scale the beast up its innermost stairs I paid my ticket. Only to find the stairs closed and would be conveyed by elevator. Sigh! I so wanted to conquer these stairs as I had those at the Tower of Eiffel lo these 8 years ago. Through Halls of mirrors of fat and thin I traveled into wax museums ("I can carve like that!", I exclaimed immodestly , to no one but myself.) A wonderful holographic gallery and a quickly passed tromp o leigh gallery of little interest as much better was seen in france and restored in ‚‚™ƒI‚—ƒ" halls. I ascended to the middle observation tower just in time to have the clouds roll in. So being the unseasoned traveler that I am falling prey to the great "well I came this far I must not turn back until I have reached the top" syndrome. I decided to pay an additional 650 yen to go to the upper observation tower. It was here I found I was now smack in the middle of the clouds and could not see anything. Undaunted I took some excellent shots of the haze. I dare say they are the best shots of haze and 95% cloud cover I have ever taken. <img src="http://x8f.xanga.com/535b367113c3035411594/s24438535.jpg" alt="tokyotower2" style="width:320px" />

I also have a good fat and thin photo of me which I have entitled "before diner" and "after diner". They are quite the hoot! Especially the fat as I am quite round. Exiting the Tower I now in much rain I decided to catch a cab. I rode it well and with much wrangling, hand waving and pointing to maps finally got it pointed in the right direction. At which point it speeding out of control and moved in the opposite direction. Its pet operator squawking something about..."SO sorry...So sorry no righty!...No righty!" Well it was not a pretty sight but there was truth somewhere in that little taxi and we soon were back again near the "doors of entering" and "maze of lobby". Smiling and waving I gave the taxi a treat...seems they are rather fond of money. I wished the little taxi a fond farewell and watched it zoom off into the wilds of Tokyo. I was so at peace knowing that that little taxi was off searching for more treats and searching out other explorers of the concrete jungle Tokyo. Feeling hungry I fell upon a Chinese restrant in my hotel.

So that is what happened to me today in a nut shell...well that is stretching the truth a bit it was not really "in a nut shell" It was more of what happened to me here in Tokyo. Tomorrow I will try to bag "catch" a train for the wilds of Matsumoto (a city) with my friend Mr Matsumoto (no kidding)

Wheres Rosey?

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Well at my daughter's request I have become a blogger. I am quite boring as I spend most of my days working (who wants to hear about troubleshooting and debugging electronics systems anyway) and evenings playing games on line. So what is there to talk about? Oh I know. What I ate or drank these last few days. Well first I should say I am in Japan just now and can not speak or read the language. So when I go into a restaurant to order dinner I point to the picture less menu and choose an item from each column. Then if I am lucky I get something I am able to eat. When I find what I like I write down the location and what it is so I can order it the next time> lol Oh forgive me much like Alf I laugh at all my own jokes. Well In the last two days I tried a Mitsutori (SP) drink. The Label in English read "Cider meets Condensed Milk". Well I bought myself two bottles of that! tried one yesterday and oh myyyyyy! it tasted just like watered down apple cider mixed with a dilute non-fat milk. I think the other one will be staying in the refrigerator for awhile. Oh and today I tried a drink called "Bubbleman" I bought two of those also. Well it wasn't bubbly at all. It tasted like apple juice mixed with Bubble Gum. Sigh another wasted trial. However I did have a great German Riesling Auslese Wine at a German Restaurant here in Japan drank by an American and I think the meal was cooked by a Chinese emigrant. lol Well back to gaming