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Fuji from 15,000


Mt Fuji, from 15,000 feet. |  Artist rendering.

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In the Heart of the City


in the very heart of the city




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little ones…

Would you care to wager?

No, I would not. It would have been a wager I lost.

I have made many wagers in my life… but honestly, as an adult, I tend to no longer ‘take bets’. For me, even 1% is just too much probability. I have been so viciously and ruthlessly reminded that life can pull off the unimaginable that it is no longer shocking. Murphy’s Law… Occam’s razor… call it what you may, there was a time when I knew… knew …without any doubt in my mind, that I would never want a child again.


“Would you wager now…. that you would like another little boy or girl?” Tiberius needles at me as I am writing this blog.

“What’s the over under?” I respond mockingly.

I calculate that I have 2 roads ahead of me; [with many many offshoots, and many more…] but two major roads in front of me as I start 2017: the one that I am planning for, & the one that the Universe may give me regardless of all of my focus and effort in the planned future.

“I want a Japanese baby!”

“Where did that comes from Tiberius?” I state shockingly.

There was a long pause.

“I miss my Buddy…” he says as his buttons start to gather condensation, “…and a cute little Japanese baby would go a long way in making me happy.”

“Oh I don’t make you happy, Tiberius?” I frame pseudo-shockingly.

“No!” he tantrums.

“Hahahaha. I love you too Buddy!”

But I know what he means. If you could have walked with us through Japan, had seen the little ones trotting around to school, to church, to temple or just downtown, it is soooo hard not to want a little more kawaii in your life.


SO cute!



There are no lines to read between, oh Beautiful. You know my stated intentions. I know what I want, which is to say I know I do not get to chose what I want, I do not get the agency for understanding the journey I am on, just like the rest of us. That is why this is so funny, to be blogging about a time when I thought I could actually fix my future, to the time now where everyone who has ever told me “never say never!” rings in my ears as I smile knowing that something inside of me has always been that transparent.

“I am ready now. I see you wandering beside me, ready to knock me off my stated goals. So I challenge you, dear lover, find me a different today… I dare you.” – Tiberius challenges to the world.

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a fish named…

When Tiberius and I were in Disneyland Paris,  we chuckled at the cute way in which the French women would say the name ‘Nemo’. Here in America, we pronounce it like you are saying the word for “knee” & the name “Moe”.  They pronounced it “Nem” as in “Nemesis” & the name “Moe”. Slight and subtle distinction, but highly noticeable… and oddly adorable.

Here in Disneyland Japan… they say the same.


“Although… I have no idea what she is saying!”  said Tiberius jokingly… 😉


We needed a smile today.

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handsome little monkey | episode 01

The World On a String


“That is one handsome little monkey…” I hear from a shy admirer in the distance, telling this or that friend the nature of the little devil I have strapped to the front of me. So much attention does this little monkey receive, so out of the ordinary he usually is.


After a few minutes on the plane ride from Beijing to Tokyo, the woman next to me on the flight asked if I talked to him like he was a person all the time.

Blank stares ensued.


How dare she!,” rants Tiberius.

“I know, Buddy. I know.”

Conveniently, her headphones were already in… but don’t tell Tiberius that.

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the giving of Thanks…


Thursday | November 24th 2016 | -122.052218 – 37.908984

As I look back…

Tiberius and I have begun to look back at our trip to Japan as one of the defining moments of our lives. Everything that will come next, will be a direct result of that trip. It was not easy, it was not without great sacrifice; for what we have given up, what we willingly have released back into the Universe is the very essence of the belief that inspired us to have gone on the trip in the first place. To begin again from the inside out, to be truly inspired by the awe that is in our world right around every corner… forever tempting us to be bold and brave and always believe! Always. This is what Tiberius and I found in Hiroshima, and again caught glimpses of in Kyoto: the willingness to always believe.

So today, I (before mentioned meat bag) will give my thanks for the many beloved and precious memories I have of this day in years past, and lifetime pasts, and futures forward… of Turkey cake choppings, sword bread cutting, super mashy-mashers, or frozen beasts wrapped in netting. So many precious pieces to the story that is my life; so many tomorrows dreamt about and yesterdays hardly remembered… all leading me here, to this moment, to this place.

“I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.” – Henry David Thoreau

I am so very grateful to have had such pleasant opportunities for pleasant memories. I have been so very lucky in this life, so very blessed and gifted on many levels. I feel grossly undeserving of such a journey, of such times of pure joy, purpose and hope… and times with family, friends, loved ones and forgotten ones.

I have friends who this day are no longer here to be thankful for what we still have and can take for granted… LIFE!

But I think my choice this year to simply reminisce, to purposefully distance myself from my world and the ground that is around me… is yet another manifestation of my need to continue to envision the reality of spending next year at this time in Japan. I know it seems like that would entice me to want to spend more time with my loved ones here and now. But that is the funny thing about what the trip actually did to me: Make me give thanks everyday. I have made my reality of this next year seeing those people, spending that time, strentghening the bonds I will need to get me through the next year and beyond without their being down the street, or the town over. I will be an ocean away, on a path far from anyone in this reality I have now can understand. (well, except you Tiberius)

“To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.” – Victor Hugo

There was that one Thanksgiving in Reno…

Caught on a frozen day in a frozen storm, work allowing me the time since I was already in Reno… how different the man I was back then. Almost ten years have past, and all contacts forgotten and bridges burned, no longer in my daily thoughts or part of my routine. No triggers in this timeline, yet another reason to not be in the place were you walked another path.

But there are shots like this one below in the catalog that make me realize one inevitable truth… I have always had my ‘vision’, I have always been able to capture the Beautiful as I saw her manifesting in the world in front of me. This picture was taken almost a decade ago… but she is there, hiding coyly in form and sensually in curve! She is there, right there!


That year, so long ago, spent with then good friends, good food, and great joyous libations…

  • while the soundtrack rattled in the background YouTube | Weezer – Holiday
  • and the apples fell to water (alhambra)
  • while the table ribbed for festivities (on her shoulders)
  • consumed the butter organic (bubble butter)
  • oranges and butterflies

And that was always the problem with the Dutchess and Jonathon, together they were trouble.


and now some humor… to lighten the mood. oh 2017, what a year you will be for me!

2016 The F*cking Worst – Last Week Tonight with John Oliver

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Monkey @ the Moma | w/friends



No, it is not at all what you think. Yes, some are memories, but no, I have no expectation.

I lost that, remember Tiberius.

“Oh… you were talking to me?”



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time passes…


Dear Japan,

I miss you.

So I am left to ask… what do I do, now?

“…what we all do, each moment. decide. ” – Mayakovsky

I decided; and now all I have is the illusion of time… and memories as unreal as the other worlds I have lived in… I am trying to hold on.

Soon can not be soon enough.

When will then, be now?


“Tiberius… I could not agree more.” – my meat bag of a companion states.

We agree, you should know the answer.




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Warning: You Must Obey All Mogwai Rules!

So there we were, Tiberius my old droog and I, wandering the streets of the Akihabara District in Tokyo… when from the corner of my eye I spot ears like those only found on….

“Mogwai!!!” I squeal as Tiberius jumps in panic, thinking something was wrong. Across the street I push and into the store I go with single-minded focus.

What ensued was a fast paced, mostly unintelligible conversation of my super fast speech and the shop owners inability to speak English. Comical, endearing, exciting, fascinating, kid-like wonder and splendor as I jumped around the store and caused a jolly old scene.

But it didn’t matter… I had found a Mogwai. I was literally in tears.

You are home now little buddy, home with your new family.


“Mogwai can be translated from Mandarin and Cantonese Chinese as monster or demon.”


Poster credit | Jorsh Pena


Poster credit | Galeria Plakatu

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Tiberius, a unicorn, and I went to San Francisco to attend two artist lectures and a docent lead tour of the Frank Stella retrospective at the De Young Museum.

But before this lovely Sunday, we spent some time in Union Square in downtown San Francisco.

What was one of the most amazing and beautiful of weekends, unexpectedly slipped into a visual reminder of the current journey Tiberius and I face together.

It is time to say goodbye to the Bay Area, and to California … the only home I have ever known.

Dare I say, ever loved.

For with Universal intervention, today we stood face to face with 2 paintings we thought to never see again. It was our hope to never see them again, even though in truth we had never seen them in real life before. Yet there they were, unexpectedly looming before us in a darkened corner of the gallery we were meandering through. Out of nowhere my heart was in my throat and my breath taken away, as was Tiberius’s… shocked and spell-bound we stood there as the weight of the pain came crashing down upon us once more.

Tiberius wouldn’t let me take a picture of them. Our day of art was over.

“Fu@k you and the dog, Samuel Miller.” – Tiberius says as my mouth falls open.

Bad monkey. But I understand.