Yoshi's Kosher Sushi Episode 1

The origin of Kosher Sushi

It was late August, I was at the tail end of my rotation. Work had and moved sideways from my normal core logging activities. I was working on sorting out old curshed rock samples.
The process involved manually emptying all the waist bags into the bucket of a front end loader. The bag dumping took more time then the sorting, this left me with time to think. No one on that crew did much talking, adding even more time to my thinking time. It was in this dead air that the first bit of Yoshi's Sushi came too. It started with one word it was so dumb it should have died there. One thing went wrong, I met Yoshida Cohen with him in my head I some how turned what was the dumbest idea of the week into the nucleus of a story. So for the all to see,

Yoshi's Kosher Sushi. A personal First, a complete self contained self contained work of fiction. Which due the size of the peace and the geologic speed of the editing will be serialized.


Enjoy

Yoshi's Kosher Sushi


Yoseph ducked, Samuel did not.
Yoseph turned as he heard two consecutive thuds, the second one louder then the first. In the dim light of the alley way Yoseph saw his companion dead against the door, his hands still clutching the lock picks. The second thud had been Samuel hitting the door. The first thud had been the projectile hitting Samuel. Yoseph froze when he recognized the means of his specialist’s execution: a six pointed blue and white shuriken. A throwing star of David, stuck out the back of Samuel's neck just below the base of the skull. That second of inattention was too long. Before he could turn around Yoseph felt a chill move across the front of his neck. A sword was pressed to his throat.

A short form stepped out from the deep shadows. What was visible of the man’s face :if you move you're dead. The man reached out and took the compact assault rifle from Yoseph's now limp hands. The man was dressed a loose black tunic, a gi from the Asian martial arts traditions, with a mat black scabbard for a sword sticking out from behind a shoulder.

Yoseph was tall enough to make out the midnight blue yarmulka, perched atop the black hood. That was all Yoseph saw.
The dark alley went black. The sword at Yoseph’s neck pulled away. As a sack was thrown over his head and drawn tight making it hot and hard for Yoseph to breath
The man spoke softly. " Yoseph, this raid is over, this place is ours."

Yoseph nodded. He was out of the game. He wondered about the rest of his team, but if they got to him and Sam then the perimeter guard would also been neutralized. It should have been a simple training drill: enter the building, retrieve the hostage and get out.

Someone nudged Yoseph in the back with something cold and pointy, directing him back to the mouth of the old cobble stone alley. He could feel zip ties closing around his wrists and ankles and was then tossed into the back of a vehicle.

The ride was rough. The van bounced and bumped with no respect for is bound passenger as it zig zagged a path through old Jerusalem. Yoseph passed out.
…
When Yoseph came to he was still bound hand and foot, but the hood was off. He was on a narrow bunk in cell. The bunk stretched from wall too wall, but was shorter then Yoseph’s six-foot height. Weak yellow light came through a tiny dusty window set at eye level in a steel door. Taped to the wall above his head was a note. Yoseph twisted around to see it. It was Hebrew, in a coarse uneven script. It read:

Escape and Find Me,
Yoshi.

Strangerthings

Entertainment report III

If you look at my side bar you will see that I have many subsciptions a Podiobooks.com and that is far from the complete list. I am a fan of internet based entertainment, as some are calling new media. I have seen a lot of short video clips of doubtful quality, so when I heard of a video science fiction podcast in high definition I had to check it out.

The prodution in this case is Strangerthings. They have been slow getting their feet under them, with episodes coming months a part and passed their expected release dates. I will forgive them for that, with such limited resources delays will happen. So the production issues aside, their third full episode was released today. It was worth the wait.

One of Those Faces, is an emotional story and drifts away from the stronger SciFi elements in their earlier episodes in favour of a more sprititual view. After months waiting it still managed to get my full attention and pull me in.

The production is clean, with good sound quality and a solid sound track to go with. The acting and directing seems to show signs of growth from the earlier works.

Go and check it out, remember they have only just started.

Not so Wild Life

I am not a birder by nature but I like the little fellows. Generally my view of small birds is that of cat food . There may be thousands of species but those I can identify are of the Corvid familey, crows, ravens, jays, magpies and other smart cocky birds. The birds in this case are Whiskey Jacks, sometimes known as Grey Jays officially Perisoreus canadensis. The Whiskey Jack is close to the size of a robin, but a lot smarter and I would say cuter.



A pair of Whiskey Jacks has been hanging around the shop where I work. That is not my fault or at least it did not start that way. I did not start feeding them, but in the last few weeks I have taken part in the act. It started when I saw one eating out of someone's hand how could I not join in on the fun. It should pointed out that the shop where I am working is on the other side of the property from the main camp, so I pack a snack for the morning or afternoon brakes so I am there with food regularly.

I started with just leaving cookie crumbs on core boxes, but moved on to playing with the birds. I have in the last week or two gotten them to eat off my hand, land on my out stretched arm and even eat off my shoulder. I thought how cute and playful these birds are, I was wrong. I was not playing with them, they were training me. Now they come out to try to mug me nearly every time I step out side. I look across to the trees where they hide wondering when they will come out, these critters are nearly as dangerous as ducks.


Whiskey Jacks are not the only animal I have to deal with, there is also a squirrel hanging about the shop. The squirrel is more of a irritation then the birds. Though the Whiskey Jacks have enough nerve to enter the shops they do not make a habit of it. The squirrel on the other hand has made that space his home. It too has been fed by the others working in that shop and has been feed since some time during the summer. The little rodent is down right fat.

The squirrel was not an issue untill it had found our garbage, the kleenex box and most importantly my food. It searched one for food the other was apparently used as bedding material, it crossed a line when ate my food.
I can not complain about is steeling Kleenex, that is a cool thing to see, this little fuzzy animal standing up against the box and pulling out the paper with its little clawed mini hands andthen it stuffing it in its mouth.

The tree rat became trouble when it started to try to eat my snacks when they were still wrapped with me in the room at the same time, that was a little too much. So I started a program to drive it off. I started with just running up to it and trying to scare it, that would but did not stick. After a while I moved on to ballistic disipline. That is I started throwing small stones at it. This is not as bad as it sounds since my aim is so bad as to make a storm trooper look like a sniper and they were small rocks.


That was how it should have stayed, but I am any thing but consistent. I was out side and I saw the tree rat enter my shop, it sat there right in the entrance way. I grabbed a stone half the size of my fist, I aimed for a spot next to it with the goal of scaring the shit out of it. I missed, that is I missed hitting the spot next to it and hit the animal instead. The poor thing was propelled backwards 2.5m with the rock resting on its belly, it then got up and ran out of the shop. It is still around but it has been less open in its doing since then. It remembers me and knows better.

Dumb Stuff

Surfing for entertainment lead me to a stupid quiz,try it your self

September Down South

What I did on my Holidays.

I am behind on my Blog posting with apologies to any one who reads it. I was on vacation and well I always have good intentions of writing on trips away from camp and always fall into a habit of joyously doing nothing. Doing nothing and having afternoon naps are an important part of the time but it was not the all of it. Some time was spent at parties, or gaming with friends. I even went for a couple bike rides. I should point out that I went to a wedding, very much not my own. It was a sweet and beautiful but not overly long event. I will not go in to huge details on the wedding and reception others will have posted photos by now and perhaps a few Blog posts that have slipped by low my radar. So here is short version.

Dri's wedding was in the Penticton rose garden, a good spot for it, Dri her self had a dress that would not have been out of place in Rivendell or Lothlorien. Though it was good to see Dri getting married to a nice friendly man, the real gem of that trip was seeing Chani again.





For those reading this not in my family Chandra, or Chani to every one, is one of my best friends and has been since forever, she also happen to be Dri's little sister. I had not seen her in something close to 10 years. I had been in touch over the Internet with her for a few years, but despite what children of the twenty first century will tell you, it is no match for face to face. So I had a great time meeting the friends she had made and the family she had started since we had parted ways. A long with meeting Chani's current friends I had some confusing and ultimately funny encounters with her father and littlest brother. In the case of the youngest brother I had known that he had existed but being that he was a baby the last time I saw him, he slipped from my mind, I alternately forgot he existed and was reminded and forgot again, I was in a forgetting phase at the wedding. This was matched with his not know I existed at all, and only after we both wondered who we were in relation to each other was the situation cleared up by my mother.
In the case of John Chani's father I recognized him right away but he had no idea who I was, as the last time he had seen me was in high school when I still hand long blond hair, now I am shinny with a shave.



Other delays in Posting.
I was also occupied with a side project. I finished my first fiction peace. I have started I don't know how many stories or came up with premises for them but I have never finished any of them. That was until I met Yoshida Cohen. I will after it has passed through a reader or two and gone under there red pen a few more times post the story on this Blog. Yoshi's Kosher Sushi will see the light of day.
Stay posted I will try to have that post up in a few weeks. I have some details for a more important effort to work on first. I have made the first moves towards applying to grad school, nothing official but I am in touch with a prof and he has asked for some work from my under grad projects so I have to take the time to make sure I am not sending over garbage.

The KVR Just North of Penticton




Final note, It snowed the night before last, about 6 fluffy inches, its melting during the days but that will not be the case for too long.

Stupid little things

Its the little things. The camp provides the bedding and does some basic house keeping. Tradisionaly the bedding has been white sheets that have washed and bleached too many times. I am not a fan of white bedding and old thinning sheets evenless. I was surpised there for to find new pillow cases, in colours other then white. The addition of black pillow cases added a home like feeling. More accurately it reduced the instutional feeling that the old whites and hard matresses provide.

Its a stupid little thing but it matters. Camp is not home, but little things can help make it feel closer to that.

Northern Lites Entertainment Report II

What the Frack have I been doing to keem myself amused out here.
1: Watching canned TV. I have taken to buy DVD's of TV shows to watch in place of the sports on the common TV. The latest Crop is nerdy and all Sci Fi, Season 1 of Battlestar Galactia and season 2 of Babylon 5.

2: Audio entertainment. I have increasingly become a junkie for audio books and short stories. Of the newer additions is Escape Pod, a pod cast that reminds me of a science fiction anthology, but with perhapps a better sence of humour. Some what to my suprise I have developed a liking of horror and suspence. My current favourate is Phil Rossi's Crescent. I am also working my way through Scott Sigler's library. There are a few more I have listed to and more will be added no doubt as I work through the back episodes.