Sakai Quotes

When you want to make the main color pure and bright, don't just keep adding bright colors on it. Just make the colors around the spot darker and dull. It will give the scene dramatical effects. I think the life is the same.

I'm OK with being single, but I'm not OK when the time comes where I have to move my furniture around and to change the high ceiling light balls...

I am living breathing freedom

The key to keep a great friendship is not to make friends with the people who are really not your friend.

If somebody tells me what to do, I will do my best not to do it.

I am single because I am allergic for cursing words and bad table manners

When you get mad, it's the time you lose

Look in the mirror. What you see there is what you get from others. When you smile, smile comes back to you. When you get angry, anger comes back to you. When you love, love comes back to you, when you hate, hatred comes back to you. That's very simple. You can make your life however you like by how you behave.

Real Friends' are someone who are right next to you when you got in emergency, not in only parties.

Visuomet juk sakai: man tai jau tikrai taip nenutiks. Bet nutinka.

Everybody has own gifts from God. You just need to seize the right time, right place and right person to be found.

Maybe I might be repeating the same mistake again... But don't you think it is far better to regret what I have done than what I have not done yet...?

Believe me. Your hardship, tears and sorrows you are facing now are the training of your spirit. The strength you learn from there brings you more love and smiles in your future. Wherever you are, love all the people around you like your family. then you are not alone anymore.

If somebody's getting depressed in life, I would say, "Look at me'. I've got here believing in me. Sometimes, things do not go as you expected and you could feel as if you were ruining everything. But Everything can be only the path to get to the success of your dream. You can not fail until you give up. As long as you keep going, you are on the path for your success.

What you can lose is what you really don't need in your life from the first place.

Chance gives a smile to the one who is ready to take it

I love fortune readings! because when I get in troubles, if the reading says that I am in a lucky day, I can think my troubles are just some kind of mistakes, and if the reading says that I am in the unlucky day, I can think that my troubles are just because of my bad luck. Either ways, I can know the reason of my troubles.

People say 'I love Artists', but what they really know about Artists? They've ever thought about sharing the real madness with us? I believe those extreme passions/emotions in me separated from the real world is the sauce to pull out the inspirations out of me that touch the core of people's hearts, which is usually wandering about deep inside of you unconsciously covered with the social taboo called 'common sense'.

How come I have too many things to do all the time...??

In every motions to put colors on my canvas, I feel like I am screaming, "I AM HERE"... To whom?.. To where?... Where am I going to...?

When a mad man found some certain way to express his insanity in original way, he would get promoted to be called an Artist.... Wait, are you talking about me?

yes, i have dated Salvador Dali guy when i was a high school girl. he was a great lover. but i had to dump him because he stole my inspiration of bent clock*~* .... who cares...

What I always say is that Japanese are like willow. We can be bent easily, but once you try to break us, it would not be so easy.

Amerika is so decadent that it has no proletariat of its own, but must exist parasitically on the colonial proletariat of oppressed nations and national minorities. Truly, a Babylon “whose life was death.

Masa depan selalu menjanjikan harapan. Sebab Tuhan senantiasa menaburkan kebahagiaan. Jika kenyataan tida seperti yang kita inginkan, itulah cobaan. Dan kau harus yakin, Anakku, setiap cobaan adalah jenjang bagi kesempurnaan manusia

Kulupakan hari-hari yang lewat agar aku lahir kembali pada hari ini. Kutenggelamkan puing waktu ke kuburannya yang paling rahasia. Barangkali serahasia mimpi, dan yang ada kemudiannya hanyalah kesamaran. Semakin samar, dan hilang. -Gaga

When I need some striking inspiration about deep depression for my new painting, I just need to go to check my bank account...

The privilege of struggling artists is ... the life being buried in what we can't really afford of* what a gorgeous life!!

I contemplate the bones for a while then turn away. I have work to do. Next year I will have an odako that is bigger, grander, more beautiful than anyone has ever seen. Next year.

It's good to be with someone whom I can "understand" but it's greater to be with someone whom I can 'feel

Wherever I wander off to, when I draw, when I paint, I get my life back. I am lucky that I am an Artist.

If we have received a precious gift from God, it is our imagination. When we tap into our powers of imagination, we are bombs of possibilities.

When you paint late at night, drinking beer or wine or both, you gotta be very careful to watch what you are doing...

MOTIEJUS (ponui Do). Ei! Iškišk galvą. PONAS DO (iškiša užpakalį). Ką tamsta sakai?

Non… Gratum… Anum… Ro—’ I can’t make that out.” “Rodentum,” Bosch said. Sakai looked at him. “Dog Latin,” Bosch told him. “Not worth a rat’s ass. He was a tunnel rat. Vietnam.

The mercy of forgiveness is brought from the strength to accept any situation given and faced. Spiritual independence and humbleness toward life makes life like a flowing river of release. What happens will happen anyways, and everybody can make mistakes. The important thing is to learn how to make a better future from the mistake.

my problem is that my body acts before my brain thinks... it sometimes brings me huge trouble, or also huge success. recently, my body and brain got come to an agreement. it may be far better to live this gambling life than living in boring average ...they at least make my art more interesting

Alangkah misteriusnya hidup. Dan lebih misterius lagi cinta.

ONLY' having the Gift, people appreciate this madness as Art. Everybody wants to have Art in their lives, but no body wants to have what the Art came out from in their lives...

How come dog and dog owner are so alike?

i want to be stronger, so i can protect what i love more.

i think that i was a rat in rat wheel in my previous life... can not forget the habit

Time is 'to make'. it is not 'to have'.

What are we artists for? We are for showing you what you've wandered for to find the home of your spirit...

...I gotta burn these scales... sigh*

ramen

Namuose esame tokie, kokius mus mato tėvai, draugai, darbdaviai. Sudėtinga likti vienam, pabūti su savimi, jei tokį save tikrai pažįstame. Aptingstame būti "kitaip", tam nėra nei reikalo, nei noro, nei būtinybės. Namuose su savimi tampomės visą praeities bagažą: vaikystės, jaunystės, pirmosios meilės prisiminimus. Kartais tai slegia, o kartais - labai patogu. Svetimoje šalyje esi vienas. Dažnai nesuprastas, neišgirstas. Nematomas. Neturintis kam paskambinti ir pasikalbėti "iš širdies". Esi svečias, turi prisitaikyti, išmokti taisyklių. Turi laiko vakarais pamąstyti, kas esi, ko norėtum, kas tau patinka, ko stinga, apsibrėžti, kuo buvai ir kuo norėtum būti. Svetimoje šalyje esi lyg baltas lapas. "Sveiki, mano vardas.." - sakai, ir prasideda nauja tavo istorija.

The more I drive myself into the depth of my inside, the more things come up to my vision, visibly or invisibly... I even do not know if I am seeing them with my eye or with my mind. I just need to copy them on my canvases. But this mental process is always overwhelming. I often have hard time to deal with my emotion on this state. You could call this depression on surface? But actually, so many 're-birth' and 'reform' are going on on my thoughts, inspiration, philosophy...etc in the underwater. I believe this struggle make my art real. My art always comes from my emotion.

My body is tired as worn out rug, but my brain (if i had) is always full of curiosity, jumping around for seeking new funs. If they could learn how to be cooperative each others, my life could be way easier... sigh*

Like Bacon’s Rebellion, the “liberty” that the Amerikan Revolutionists of the 1770s fought for was in large part the freedom to conquer new Indian lands and profit from the commerce of the slave trade, without any restrictions or limitations.

For the first time, Lex caught a glimmer of the hand of God in all the crazy turns her life had taken lately. She hadn't been talking to God much, but He'd still been orchestrating things. It gave her a weird feeling- both comforted at being taken care of, but also antsy that she hadn't been as independent and in control as she thought she was.

Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels saw that the “mean whites” (as they called them) of the South were hopeless politically. They felt that nothing could be done with them but to render them powerless until they died out of old age. This was not a unique observation. Wendell Phillips, the great Radical abolitionist, bluntly pleaded in 1870: “Now is the time … to guarantee the South against the possible domination or the anger of the white race. We adhere to our opinion that nothing, or not much, except hostility, can be expected of two-thirds of the adult white men. They will go to their graves unchanged. No one of them should ever again be trusted with political rights. And all the elemental power of civilization should be combined and brought into play to counterwork the anger and plots of such foes.

There was major u.s. imperialist support for Italian, Spanish and German fascism before and even during World War II, as opposed to support for fascism at home. Fascism was distinct from racism or white supremacy, which were only "as American as apple pie." Neither the ruling class nor the white masses had any real need for fascism. What for? There was no class deadlock paralyzing society. There already was a longstanding, thinly disguised settler dictatorship over the colonial proletariat in North America. In the u.s. settlerism made fascism unnecessary. However good or bad the economic situation was, white settlers were getting the best of what was available. Which was why both the white Left and white Far Right alike back then in the 1930s were patriotic and pro-American. Now only the white Left is. The white Left here is behind in understanding fascism. When they're not using the word loosely and rhetorically to mean any repression at all (like the frequent assertions that cutting welfare is "fascism"! I mean, give us a break!), they're still reciting their favorite formula that the fascists are only the "pawns of the ruling class". No, that was Nazism in Germany, maybe, though even there that's not a useful way of looking at it. But definitely not here, not in that old way. The main problem hasn't been fascism in the old sense – it's been neocolonialism and bourgeois democracy! The bourgeoisie didn't need any fascism at all to put Leonard Peltier away in maximum security for life or Mumia on death row. They hunted down the Black Panthers and the American Indian Movement like it was deer hunting season, while white America went shopping at the mall – all without needing fascism. And the steady waterfall of patriarchal violence against women, of rapes and torture and killings and very effective terrorism on a mass scale, should remind us that the multitude of reactionary men have "equal opportunity" under "democracy", too.

Juk taip neteisinga, kai pirmoji meilė nepateisina lūkesčių, išduoda, kai sakai sau, kad tiek tikėjaisi, o išėjo šnipštas.

Ar žinote, kad aš dabar mėgstu prisiminti ir tam tikru laiku aplankyti tas vietas, kur kitados esu buvęs saviškai laimingas, mėgstu kurti savąją dabartį pagal tai, kas yra nebegrįžtamai praėję, ir dažnai slampinėju kaip šešėlis be reikalo ir be tikslo, nuliūdęs ir nusiminęs, Peterburgo užkampiais bei gatvėmis. Ir vis kokie atsiminimai! Pavyzdžiui, prisi­meni, kad štai čia lygiai prieš metus, lygiai tuo pačiu laiku, tą pačią valandą, šituo pačiu šaligatviu taip pat vaikštinėjai vienišas, taip pat nusiminęs kaip ir dabar! Ir prisimeni, kad ir tuomet svajonės buvo liūdnos, ir nors ir pirma buvo ne geriau, bet vis tartum jauti, kad gal ir lengviau, ir ramiau buvo gyventi, kad nebuvo tų sun­ kių minčių, kurios dabar prikibo prie manęs; kad nebu­ vo sąžinės graužimo, niūraus, rūškano graužimo, kuris dabar nei dieną, nei naktį neduoda ramybės. Ir klausi save: kurgi tavo svajonės? Ir linguoji galvą, sakai: kaip greitai bėga metai! Ir vėl klausi save: o ką gi tu nu­ veikei per tuos savo metus? kur palaidojai savo gražiau­siąjį laiką? Gyvenai tu ar ne? Žiūrėk, sakai sau, žiūrėk, kaip pasaulyje darosi šalta. Dar praeis keleri metai, ir po jų ateis niūri vienatvė, atslinks kretanti senatvė su lazda, o po jų maudulys ir nusiminimas. Nublanks tavo fantastinis pasaulis, sustings, nuvys tavo svajonės ir nu­ byrės kaip geltoni lapai nuo medžių... O Nastenka! Juk bus liūdna likti vienam, visiškai vienam, ir netgi netu­ rėti ko gailėtis—nieko, ničnieko... nes viskas, ko ne­ tekai, visa tai, viskas buvo niekis, kvailas, tuščias nulis, buvo vien tik svaja!

any meaningful attempt to extirpate fascism and white supremacy in North America must embrace anticapitalism and anti–settler-colonialism, for liberalism, in its role in settler-colonialism and as part of a class compromise between the white bourgeoisie and the white working class, has codified whiteness as a form and norm of entitlement and privilege, while the Far Right draws, more or less, from “a major social base out of the traditional settler culture” (Sakai 2003, 8).

I noticed the ice cream machine----scallop ice cream? No, that sounded revolting (though Hiroyuki Sakai's trout ice cream from Iron Chef America would remain forever #iconic).

Immigrant European workers proposed to enter an economy they hadn’t built, and “annex,” so as to speak, the jobs that the nationally oppressed had created.

While the cream of the profits went to the planter and merchant capitalists, the entire settler economy was raised up on a foundation of slave labor, slave products, and the slave trade.

It was only possible for settler society to afford this best-paid, most bourgeoisified white workforce because they had also obtained the least-paid, most proletarian Afrikan colony to support it.

Race is notoriously notoriously slippery, awkward to hold onto as a subject, yet totally all around us. Totally. All the time, every day, we breathe it; after all, it is us, so we can’t ever be far from it. This seeming contradiction of what should be so simple being endlessly complicated in society is because how we think about race, how we talk about race... capi­talism is constantly trying to police this. They don’t want to neaten it, they actually want to constrict it and keep remaking it in their own distorted images and stamping it on our faces.

In 1858 Engels sarcastically described the tamed British workers in the bluntest terms: "The English proletariat is actually becoming more and more bourgeois, so that this most bourgeois of all nations is apparently aiming ultimately at the possession of a bourgeois aristocracy and a bourgeois proletariat alongside the bourgeoisie. For a na- tion which exploits the whole world this is to a certain ex- tent justifiable." (2) Britain was the Imperial Rome, the Amerikan Empire of that day - a nation which "feasted" on the exploitation of colonies around the entire world. Engels, as a communist, didn't make lame excuses for the corrupted English workers, but exposed them. He held the English workers accountable to the world proletariat for their sorry political choices.

This liberal intellectual polarity that "race issues" and "class issues" are opposites, are completely separate from each other, and that one or the must be the main thing, is utterly useless! We have to really get it that race issues aren't the opposite of class issues. That race is always so electrically charged, so filled with mass power, precisely because it's about raw class.

You can't steer yourself in real politics, not in amerikkka and not in this global imperialism, without understanding race. "Class" without race in North America is an abstraction. And vice-versa. Those who do not get this are always just led around by the nose, the manipulated without a clue – and it is true that many don't want any more from life than this. But wising up on race only means seeing all the class issues that define race and charge it with meaning. Why should it be so hard to understand that capitalism, which practically wants to barcode our assholes, has always found it convenient to color-code its classes?

CHAPTER 1 THE BARISTA AND THE TASTER 1. The barista Chung Lee at my local Joe Coffee. 2. Ed Kaufmann, the head coffee buyer at Joe Coffee Company. 3. Jonathan Rubinstein, the founder of Joe Coffee Company. 4–5. Richard and Alice Rubinstein, Jonathan’s parents who invested in the very first Joe Coffee shop. 6–11. Other key Joe Coffee staff, including Tim Hinton, manager of my local Joe Coffee Company, and Frankie Tin, Brandon Wall, Doug Satzman, Will Hewes, and Jonathan’s sister, Gabrielle Rubinstein. 12–15. The employees of Mazzer coffee grinders, which ground my coffee beans, including Luca Maccatrozzo, Cristian Cipolotti, Luigi Mazzer, and Mattia Miatto. 16–19. Thunder Group, makers of the strainer used at Joe Coffee, including Michael Sklar, Brian Young, Takia Augustine, and Robert Huang. 20–22. The folks at Hario digital scale for coffee, including Shin Nemoto, Sakai Hario, and Tagawa Hario. 23–25. The workers at the Specialty Coffee Association, including Don Schoenholt, Spencer Turer, and Kim Elena Ionescu, who organize coffee conventions where Joe Coffee employees find new supplies. 26–29. Oxo kitchen tools, including Juan Escobar, John DeLamar, Eddy Viana, and Lynna Borden. 30–31. The developers of the coffee flavor chart, including Edward Chambers and Rhonda Miller,

Where land was not available, settlers refused to come. Period. This is why the British West Indies, with their favorable climate, were less attractive to these settlers than wintry New England.

SKIRGAILA: Tu sakai, kad tavo dievas vienintelis tikras dievas. Meluoji, pope. Mano tėvas ir seneliai gerbė Perkūną ir kitus dievus, mano motina garbino savo gudišką dievą, kurį gerbia ir senas ponas Jonas. Mano kaimynas chanas turi dar savo dievą, kuriam jis meldžiasi. Kaipgi tu sakai, kad tavo dievas vienintelis tikras dievas? JONAS SKARBEKAS: Kunigaikšti! [...] Perkūno ir kitų dievų visai nėra. Tai pikta dvasia tavo sielą gundo. SKIRGAILA: Kaip nėra? Argi tu niekuomet nesi girdėjęs rūstaus Perkūno balso? O kas girdėjo nors vieną garsą iš tavo nebylių dievų?

Seventy-something Isamu Matsuue has spent over 60 years of his life working with katsuobushi, and he is the last artisan in Japan skilled at shaving the fish by hand. And Sakai Katsuobushi is the last katsuobushi company to perform this step. The special tools, shaped to follow the crevices of the katsuobushi, are no longer being fashioned, so this ancient art dies with Matsuue-san.

This liberal intellectual polarity that "race issues" and "class issues" are opposites, are completely separate from each other, and that one or the other must be the main thing, is utterly useless! We have to really get it that race issues aren't the opposite of class issues. That race is always so electrically charged, so filled with mass power, precisely because it's about raw class. That's why revolutionaries and demagogues can both potentially tap into so much power using it. Or get burned. You can't steer yourself in real politics, not in amerikkka and not in this global imperialism, without understanding race. "Class" without race in North America is an abstraction. And vice-versa. Those who do not get this are always just led around by the nose, the manipulated without a clue – and it is true that many don't want any more from life than this. But wising up on race only means seeing all the class issues that define race and charge it with meaning. Why should it be so hard to understand that capitalism, which practically wants to barcode our assholes, has always found it convenient to color-code its classes?

Now, there obviously is a white working class in the u.s. A large one, of many, many millions. From offshore oil derricks to the construction trades to auto plants. But it isn't a proletariat. It isn't the most exploited class from which capitalism derives its super profits. Far fucking from it. As a shorthand I call it the "whitetariat". Unfortunately, whenever Western radicals hear words like "unions" and "working class" a rosy glow glazes over their vision, and the "Internationale" seems to play in the background. Even many anarchists seem to fall into a daze and to magically transport themselves back to seeing the militant socialist workers of Marx and Engels' day. Forgetting that there have been many different kinds of working classes in history. Forgetting that Fred Engels himself criticized the English industrial working class of the late 19th century as a "bourgeois proletariat", an aristocracy of labor. He pointed out how you could tell the non-proletarian, "bourgeois" strata of the English working class – they were the sectors that were dominated by adult men, not women or children. Engels also wrote that the "bourgeois" sectors were those that were unionized. Sounds like a raving ultra-leftist, doesn't he? (which he sure wasn't). So that this is a strategic and not a tactical problem, that it has a material basis in imperialized class privilege, has long been understood by those willing to see reality. (the fact that we have radical movements here addicted to not seeing reality is a much larger crisis than any one issue).

What I am fighting is the slick "Marxist" or "anarchist" opportunism, which sees aligning with the white settler majority and reform politics as the absolute necessity. Malcolm X and Women's Liberation, ACT-UP and Wounded Knee II, Anti-Vietnam War draft card burning and radical ecology, were all shocking to the majority of North Americans. Radical threats to "the American Way of Life" – and loudly condemned not only by the majority but more specifically by the white working class – these political offensives by the few turned everything upside down. Because in the metropolis, radical and democratic change can only come against the wishes of the bribed majority. That may be tough to swallow for white folks, but reality is just reality. This obsession with needing a social majority has nothing to do with being "practical". What it has to do with is bourgeois and defeatist thinking. This is like the left thinking that could not build a practical anti-fascist movement in Weimar Republic Germany during the 1920s and 1930s, although millions hated Nazism and wanted to do something, because that German left was too preoccupied with fantasies of either seizing or getting elected into state power for itself. That left was too lost in delusions of success almost within their hands, delusions of maneuvering together a majority, to bother even really understanding fascism coming up fast in their rear view mirror. The urgent need was to organize a working minority to counter fascism in a much more radical way. Not by trying to defend liberal bourgeois rule. All the real things that had to be done by scattered German anti-fascists later after the Nazis were put into power – such as to survive politically, to significantly sabotage the war effort, to rescue Jews and Romany and gays, to build an underground against the madness of the Third Reich – all these things were attempted bravely but largely unsuccessfully, because they had to be done too late from scratch.

A steaming plate appeared in front of Lex- the crab wontons, nestled in a lettuce leaf. Blond deep-fried dumplings. Maybe she'd walk out without braining George... Another waiter swept past their table holding two platters of Crustaceans' signature entree. Rich, briny crab. Nutty brown butter.

As Lex pierced a wonton with her fork, its bubbled surface flaked pastry onto the stainless steel tines. She brought it to her mouth. The outer shell crunched against her teeth while the satiny, cheesy filling melted on her tongue. A ribbon of sweetness from the fresh crab lingered in her mouth.

She removed the salad plates and presented the garlic roasted crab with a flourish. Hot, pungent aromas steamed Lex's face as she leaned over the plate for a long, ecstatic breath. An exotic mix of spices melded with the warm richness of browned butter. Only a whiff of brine. The shells had a warm, healthy sunset color. Her mouth watered. She lifted the top shell and inhaled a sweet tang of the sea.

This new idea that the movement has to be completely transparent to everyone as a principle, especially to people whom we don't trust, to me this is an unconscious influence from liberal culture. That no one should be held back from knowing everything that any part of the movement is up to? This is an idea that has come about from the current distortion of the left as part of the cultural zone of "play nice" middle-class reformism. As though bourgeois civil liberties mindsets developed in part by interaction with cops and courts should define how we in the struggle relate and work with each other. As though we aren't outlaws and rebels. This didn't exist in earlier eras when the movement was primarily made up of oppressed working people fighting to survive, guarded in their trust, and for good reasons. 'Necessity know no laws'.