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F eeling sort of chatty lately about my little Japanese home ground of Kugayama. There are probably all sorts of conveniences and comforts l...

T he neighborhood I live in is pretty enough to occasionally inspire a flowery description of one thing or another, and there are even times...

W ith Florida still lingering in my thoughts, it seems like a good time to stop and give some consideration to the Waterman ink, Florida Blu...

T houghts on a cold winter day… Each year during the summer months a need arises to get out of Japan for a while, and probably more than a...

W ith its thirty-four grams of brass mechanism, acrylic resin and gold plating, you have a lot of fountain pen in hand with the Pelikan Souv...

M aybe I shouldn’t have used the haiku opening in yesterday’s post. Since then it has rattled around in my head all day like one of those u...

Into the silence sound pierces the rock— a cicada shrills M atsuo Bashô, 17th century Japanese haiku poet, wrote these lines about his v...