Author Archives: Michael Gakuran
A week has passed since The Great Three Trials of Japan began. First a tremendous earthquake, second a destructive tsunami and third a fractured nuclear power station. Pressure is still on the brave workers at the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant to safely cool the six troubled reactors and the government struggles with getting relief […]
When I first started live blogging about the Great Tohoku Earthquake, I never expected I would still be doing it nearly a week later. I’ve had to archive important importation like this due to the sheer number of updates and hits I’ve been receiving. Below you will find the second part of the crisis unfolding.
The beginning of the Great Tohoku Earthquake. Start here to read events as they unfolded, all listed in reverse chronological order. To see the latest developments, click the link below.
Lurking in the depths of the Nagoya Aquarium is a rather bizarre set of creatures. A display of critters from the deepest oceans, some with protruding lanterns and others with detachable jaws designed to swallow even the smallest of prey. All dried and unquestionably dead.
Although Japan has its fair share of seedy districts, sex museums and even Penis festivals, oddly enough the first place I ended up exploring was not in the Land of the Rising Run at all. Not too far off the coast of Kyushu, about halfway towards the Korean mainland is a small island called Jeju. […]
Google Page Rank is one of the measures used to determine a site’s importance. It’s based not only on the number of incoming links, but also on the quality and relevance of each link. Kinda like sites voting for one another. But it’s not just how many people you know, it’s also who you know.
The eye sockets were bottomless, absorbing every flickr of remaining light. The soul of an old diver having long since succumbed to the darkness. Left to skulk alone in the depths of the ocean.
Alone inside the auditorium of a haikyo Motor Lodge. It was a peaceful place; very still, but with a heaviness to the air. The empty stage was longing for performers. But me, I couldn’t help be drawn to the stepped ceiling above. What lurked within those shadows, having so hurriedly scuttled away from the invading […]