Author: Vic Socotra

Bakudan

    Just what I needed this morning. I had no more turned on the stupid computer in the darkness than I read the words: “Colombian authorities said they seized up to 66 pounds of uranium hidden off the side of a road in southern Bogotá on Wednesday.”     The FARC- the Revolutionary Armed Forces of […]

Puro Yakyu

I always thought that living in San Diego was about as good as it gets. Monday night football is over by nine at night, and all the decent sports are wrapped up in plenty of time to get a good night’s sleep. I often think that re-locating to the Golden State would solve most of […]

Japan Rising

Dai Ichi Insurance Company- aka SCAP GHQ I dragged my butt up from the garage when the working day was done. I hate Mondays. I pounced on everything that popped up on my screen, but there was no motion on the projects I am bird-dogging. . I checked for packages with Amari the Ethiopian at […]

The Rest and Recreation Association

Main GAte, Yokosuka Base, 1950 It is a melancholy morning, since the official count of the American dead in Iraq just went over four thousand. I am determined not to dwell on the moment, any more than we did when we marked the violent passing of the last number with three zeros behind it. I […]

The Rest and Recreation Association

Main GAte, Yokosuka Base, 1950 It is a melancholy morning, since the official count of the American dead in Iraq just went over four thousand. I am determined not to dwell on the moment, any more than we did when we marked the violent passing of the last number with three zeros behind it. I […]

Kiko 1951

It is Easter, the celebration of the Risen Christ superimposed on the old pagan holiday of rebirth. It is early this year, apparently a function of the lunar cycle that has nothing to do with the rules or laws of mankind. It will take another day or so to vanquish the jet lag, and I […]

Kiko 1951

It is Easter, the celebration of the Risen Christ superimposed on the old pagan holiday of rebirth. It is early this year, apparently a function of the lunar cycle that has nothing to do with the rules or laws of mankind. It will take another day or so to vanquish the jet lag, and I […]

Nobody Knows Youre a Dog

The above cartoon by Peter Steiner has been reproduced from page 61 of July 5, 1993 issue of The New Yorker, (Vol.69 (LXIX) no. 20) only for academic discussion, evaluation, research and complies with the copyright law of the United States as defined and stipulated under Title 17 U. S. Code. This is going to […]

Nobody Knows Youre a Dog

The above cartoon by Peter Steiner has been reproduced from page 61 of July 5, 1993 issue of The New Yorker, (Vol.69 (LXIX) no. 20) only for academic discussion, evaluation, research and complies with the copyright law of the United States as defined and stipulated under Title 17 U. S. Code. This is going to […]

Sweet Home

The Leningrad Cowboys It is Good Friday, and it is damned good to be home again, though I will never get over the quality of the air in San Diego, and the way the light illuminates the hills and makes the world seem pristine and new.   The campaign is headed in the direction I […]