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Heian Surrender

Posted on December 24, 2012

Some Battles are fought long after the War.

It is for us, the survivors of history, to decide where we go from here.

Heian Surrender, ©MMX

Kyoto • Tokyo • Nara • Osaka • Hiroshima


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Palliativity 135: “The Spoon Theory”

Posted on November 3, 2011

I've been asked many times what it is like to live with chronic pain. Until I started this blog, it was a subject I really didn't want to dig in to. Other than close friends and family, most people never realize that something is wrong with me; that every second of my day takes a tremendous effort to just keep going.

"Palliativity - the Pain Diary" is my way of expressing these feelings that are too much to be shared in any outward way. Living with pain is a well-choreographed performance. Each action has repercussions and the illusion of normalcy is the goal.

"The Spoon Theory" is an inspiring article by Christine Miserandino. The essay focuses on a familiar situation in-which she is attempting to explain her life in pain to an inquisitive friend. An epiphany arises and Christine's spoon mantra is born.

After discovering the article, I suddenly found myself in a strong community of others who quietly and defiantly choose to not give up.

For more info, check out her website at:


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Kick-back, it’s Friday

Posted on October 7, 2011

Landscapes: Volume Two from Dustin Farrell on Vimeo.

I guess the Zombie-Apocalypse will have its advantages…


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Origins: Seven Breaths…

Posted on December 20, 2010

Fight the Future, Save the Past

4:28 PM; 5.28.05, ©MMV

Imperial Palace Hotel, Kyoto - 5.28.05 - age 21

5 years ago on a jetlag bender, I sat in the night-glow of my macbook screen. I was haunted by a captured image, a visage of a world in flux. The moment that my eye, camera lens and subject aligned in a perfect ray »CLICK« — I knew that a door inside of me had opened. Insomniac and meditative, I contemplated the threshold. 7 breaths—

"One should make decisions within the space of seven breaths— It is a matter of being determined and having the spirit to break right through to the other side." - The Hagakure

I uploaded and pondered the photograph with twitching palms and tinfoil in my teeth. I brought up my tool palette and began to work. Layer upon layer brought me closer to a feeling I'd been incubating for years and yet had never been able to express so completely.

When finished, I smiled knowing that there was no going back. To pierce through the veil of the floating world felt mischievous and exhilarating. This is where I belong. I aim to misbehave.

Kyoto Underground, ©MMV



Posted on December 6, 2010

Infamy, ©MMX

It's all about timing:

The attack on Pearl Harbor was one of the greatest misunderstandings in the history of warfare. The Imperial Navy's "sneak attack" sent a message to the American people that would ultimately lead to Japan's downfall:

[An Imperial Admiral] summed up the Japanese result by saying, "We won a great tactical victory at Pearl Harbor and thereby lost the war." [wiki--->]

Operation Z was a discretely choreographed preventive attack meant to limit America's influence in the Pacific as Japan continued its expansion to take over Asia. The morning of December 7th, a teletype was sent to the Japanese Consulate in District of Columbia. Admiral Yamamoto's intent was for the message to be sent 30 minutes before the attack. However, the work to cypher, transmit, transcribe and decipher took too long and did not arrive in full until after the bombs had already fallen on Hawaii.

"We, the Empire of Japan, declare war on the United States!"

"We know—" click



kanji read: sengoku no jidai: warring states period


Posted on September 14, 2010

[Nagasaki mon Amore]

Hibakusha, ©MMX

Hibakusha are, by definition, a dying breed. For 65 years the world has waited, and with each passing year it becomes harder to hold that bated breath. In a way, we are all hibakusha. The Nuclear Age is one of hyperbole and forgetfulness; paranoia and separation… It's good to see that some things haven't changed.

In August of 1945, my great-grandparents were still locked away in the Arizona desert while my grandparents continued to scrape out new lives here in Chicago; surviving.

At the same time, my great-uncle in the MIS continued to interrogate Japanese POWs in PNG, hoping that each secret he extracted from the prisoners would help prevent the American invasion of Japanese soil that each US soldier feared since the first "Banzai!" was cried… Homeland: faces of the children he'd yet to bear charging at him with bamboo spears by the thousand.

8.6.1945: two of my grandparents' nieces died on their way to school; midwives to the apocalypse. Their aunt died soon after of leukemia. Those left behind would be known as hibakusha; atomic survivors. No one escapes the fallout…

Across the demon-proof bridge stands the Guardian of the Fallout. I can't look at Japan without seeing him. Karma doesn't have a half-life.


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