Monday, February 13, 2006

Bear Baiter’s Birtholidays Special

Salute to the Birthday Cakes (At my request, Yuko made me a chocolate chip angel food cake with a white chocolate coating)—Muraguchi Living Room, 12 January 2006

That is correct. Yesterday’s return to cyberspace was in commemoration of the one month anniversary of my twenty-ninth birthday, an occasion which brought to a close my birtholiday from blog duty.

Birtholidays Special Special Birthday Facts:
I was born.
Longest birthday—my twenty-third birthday, spent in its twenty-four hour entirety inside a Greyhound bus on the Alaska Highway.
Worst Birthday—took place on a winter training exercise with my old regiment at Canadian Forces Base Borden and was characterized by a) my being abused by smarty-pants corporals all day and b) my not remembering that it was my birthday all day.
I am proud to say that I share my birthday with: John Hancock, Jack London, and Tim Horton.
I am less proud to say that I share my birthday with: Hermann Goering, Rush Limbaugh and Howard Stern.

After the cake and the firecrackers, I show off my new birthday hanky to the camera. I suppose we must have got the pose off television, although I’m not sure what we’re supposed to be—at least it’s a change from the “twinkling right eye half concealed by a horizontal peace sign” pose.

The Muraguchi’s living room tends to be rather warmish, due to the power of their Norwegian made wood stove, and I guess it’s really hot up near the ceiling where the Shinto god-shelf is.


Yuko and I spend a lot of time at the Muraguchi’s (probably averaging two evenings a week), and there’s always something interesting to do or something interesting to play with. I think that technically this “knife” requires a special permit not in the possession of the “knife-holder”, but since the gentleman in question posted a similar photo on his own blog, I will take the liberty of showing it off as well. Being myself, I did accidentally cut my finger with it when no one was looking, and I am wondering if I have the honour of having supplied the first blood ever shed by this . . . “knife.” A careful study of what lies behind me in this photograph will give one an idea of the kind of hiba wood craftwork Mr. Muraguchi does in addition to running his sawmill. My favourite is the lamp with the beautiful, translucent leaves carved out of hiba.

Since I don’t drink, I have to find other ways to occupy myself while the others get down to business.