Oh my Japan personal


Recieving such a big boost to people wanting to share just how wrong it is to discriminate I wanted to share some personal thoughts. While the story of Ariana Miyamoto :

(宮本 エリアナ 磨美子, Miyamoto Eriana Mamiko, born 12 May 1994 in Sasebo, Nagasaki) is a Japanese beauty pageant titleholder who was crowned Miss Japan 2015. 

And Hakuho Sho the sumo wrestler that will never be considered champion got me thinking seriously. So why am I repeating myself, well there is a simple and solid reason for it. What I want to say is hard to talk about just as any  trauma is. I am not a stranger to racism in Japan or in the USA.

In the USA I had a math teacher who used to say that I was born in the gutter and that is as far as I will ever go. A sadistic man who clearly thought that Mexicans did not deserve a spot in the USA. To the point that he would not teach us completely in class.

And just two years ago I had attended a Japanese drinking party and if you have worked in Japan ever you will know that Japanese companies have drinking parties. I was talking with some co-workers, let me stress co-workers as they were no where near friends. Well we got into talking about my tattoos. And if anyone knows there is an old taboo in Japan about tattoos though if you search the history enough you will see that ancient Japan used to have tattoos. And the negative conotation was brought over from China and how they used tattooing.
Well we were talking about tattoos when the subject of what the perception of them were in Japan over what they actually stood for. With a heated conversation the truth came out. And if you know human psycology in the slightest you will know that acohol and anger will bring about someone’s true nature. For me it was being told that I should not become a Japanese citizen because Japanese people will never accept someone such as myself.

The shocking thing is that while I was in tears at the attempted shattering of my dream the other co-workers told me to calm down and that it was ok. Not a single one told him that the bigoted words he had used against me were wrong. So I am ashamed that in Japan people are not told that this kind of thinking is wrong. Yes in school they teach children about Martin Luther King Jr. But they do not truly see the lesson as pertinent to Japan because Japanese are not seen and do not see themselves as racist when in fact the words that are not seen as wrong are clear as racist in the USA.

I stand by my words, wrong is wrong and discrimination, bigotry, and hatred is wrong.

By Jin Okubo author of

http://www.amazon.com/Love-Jin-Okubo/dp/1495962717/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1427811795&sr=8-1&keywords=jin+okubo+love

Inspired By OM


I see you there talking

you speak loud so all can hear

yet when it is my turn to speak

you quietly disappear

how dare you ignore me

how dare you shun me

how dare you use the words I write

you do this all in spite

in spite of the friendship that could be built

bury that knife of neglect to the hilt

my heart can take it

but soon enough another will read me, will share me

soon enough another will give me wind and you will see

that while you passed me over and did not share me

I was still able to be free

And at that time I will leave you

I tell you know so you will know

It was not for what I did not read but what you did not show

What it takes


In an attempt to not be the spam blogger but also find a balance with what I share the line has become very clear. So here I am sharing with you what it takes to get a rise out of me. What you need to have in order for me to like something, reblog something, comment on something.

Liking something.
I find it fun to like things. Even things that I know bother me but the fact that someone put it up and caused my brain to think about it, no matter how much I hate it or love it. I will like it. Posts that make me think are fun to run into. But that is as far as I will go. I will like it because it made me think.

Commenting on something

I comment on things when I feel strongly about the topic. When I want to bring attention to something or when I feel that there has been a violation. It does not matter to me that I may offend, insult, or basically make someone cry. I could care less. I am commenting my opinion and my thoughts from the research that I have done throughout my life. I do not apologize for what anyone else thinks about the words that I type. I work with words daily, in my writing, in my teaching, in my life. Which is why looking back through my posts I tell people to read, reread, and then read again to what I stated, as to often than not the misunderstanding is that the individual did not read or did not comprehend my words.  But back to the topic at hand. I comment on things that draw me in. And no, it does not have to be words. Pictures, video, heck even a good title has gotten me to read it and make a comment.

Reblogging

I reblog friends that talk to me. That means if we interact with comments the more that I will reblog you. I do not reblog everything as there would be not much time for my own posts to get noticed. I do reblog others more than some but this is due to the fact that some people post more blogs and make a larger signal. But still there must be that line of communication for me to reblog. If we have talked if we have even crossed paths on a post somewhere and started to follow the chances are I will reblog your stuff. Talking helps folks.

Do I expect you to reblog me. I would like it, to that extent I will not lie. But no it is not an expectation. Still the more I reblog someone I do hope they take notice of it and decide that some of my works deserve the notice to be reblogged, commented on and liked. On an interesting topic, my words are mine and if I insult you, treat you like crap, or all in all tell you to fuck off, it is not the responsibility of the post hoster, if I am doing a guest post, or mine. Should you know me then you would understand that I do not insult, treat people like crap, or tell people to fuck off unless they deserve it. And nothing is more deserving than talking BS, trying to tell me or anyone else to change the way they behave because it offends your sensibilities.
When it comes to comments on faith, spirituality, religious matters, I default to my atheistic position. Bring me proof, verifiable, falsifiable, and testable by anyone, anywhere in the world.

When it comes to science, medicine, engineering, theoretical or not, bring me recent published papers from peer reviewed magazines.

If it is just a discussion you want then that is fine. And the final note, just because I do not agree with you is not the reason that I may insult you. Agreement or disagreement on a topic is not enough. So think clearly and post clearly. It is the only way we can keep blogs from degrading to the twitter world where everyone just starts spamming and following for the simple fact of getting more views.

Getting followers is nice but if you have 10000 followers but only 10 views per day, then there is something wrong.

By, Jin OkuboBookCoverImage

Author of Love

Schedule Tweets


Hey all tell me what you think about the whole scheduled tweets like tweetdeck?
Do you think promoting through social sites like tweeter garner you more views or even sales?

As an Indie Author I am always thinking about what would get my name out more and would love to hear what you all think?

Memories Front Row Lit blog posting


I would like to say thanks to Adam at FrontRowlit Blog for the following. It makes me proud to find people as kind as him and hope to return the favor.

Memories by Omar P. Pena

Author on Sunday, April 29, 2012 · Leave a Comment

FREE ON APRIL 29th at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007J37RFC/

The time is now. The place is Japan and Mark is living the only life that he knows or can remember. He does not spent any more time away from his box like apartment than is needed. That hermit style life that he has chosen for himself is about to change.

It all is about to change because of her. After who knows how long he has found love again or is it the same love. All he knows is that Masumi has the eyes that he yearns for. Masumi herself comes with a past that she herself does not even know. Their world is about to unravel to show what lies behind this plain natural world we think we know.

 Memories: kicks off the Amber Light series in a way never done before. Dive into this story head first for the world where everything is what it is unless it isn’t what it is. Follow the lives of these two young lovers as they piece back together the little happiness that we all strive to have.

Excerpt

She had stayed awake all night sitting in a corner. She would not leave the room where it had happened for fear that it would be gone in the morning. For who ever it was that had done this was clearly after something. The doctor that had brought them together was suddenly gone and now the sudden attack.

The taking of her love.

What did they need him for?

Why was she spared?

How was she to find them when she did not know who they were?

These questions ran across her mind as the first rays of light started to creep into the room. The light had started to reveal a scene that was hard to bear. What she thought were shadows strewn across the floor from some unseen source were in fact spatters of blood. It was almost as if beast had fought for supremacy. As she the image of blood started to become a reality in her mind copper taste of it touched her senses.

Having spent enough time in a hospital she new it to be real blood and not a dream as she had hoped. Slowly she stood and new that she did not have much time before the street outside became crowded with people, one of them would surely call the police and there would be questions. The questions would not stop coming until she provided an answer, answers that she could not provide. This fact she knew clear as the light that was coming on stronger now.

She started from the corner where she sat. Scanning the area she started picking up the scene and her imagination started filling in the gaps of what must have happened.

Someone was thrown against the far wall with force. Another must have been thrown over the desk nearest her. This was evident to the fact that the desk looked out-of-place and the chair behind the desk was shattered. A piece of the broken chair was missing. To her utter horror it lay close to the stairs covered in blood. There were drips of blood leading towards the door. Who ever was bleeding tried to leave only to be suddenly side swiped into some left over file cabinets breaking one.

Fear got the better of her and tears washed away the images. She had to scan the area for clues to what had happened or what was missing from the day before. It looked as if something was drug back down the stairs bleeding. Only now had she noticed her own footprints in some of the spattered blood on the stairs. There was also a missing desk from near where she had found the legal paper.

The puzzle had started to fall into place. They had stumbled into a robbery. They must have. Why else would someone want Mark and not her?

They must have taken him for questioning and she new that time was not a luxury she had. The police would hold her for questioning all the while her love that had found her twice was now lost. She would not sit back and let the hands of fate have their way with him. This time she did not have the courtesy of a lost memory and in that found her resolve.

She quickly gathered every piece of paper she could find. Among the papers she found part of a torn cloth. Not knowing what it was from she decided that at the very least it could be used to bundle together her findings. As she wrapped the papers together she noticed a small glimmer out of the corner of her eye.

She froze.

It seemed as if years had passed and she was stuck frozen like a statue waiting for that glimmer to attack. It never did. To her surprise she had just noticed that part of the wall was damaged from the fighting and a glimmer was coming through. Holding her package to her chest she walked towards the wall.

The light from the wall was abnormally strong. There must have been a secret room behind the wall with a strong light turned on because this was not sunlight coming in. This light was stronger. But how could there be a room if this was the wall adjacent the alleyway. Something was definitely not normal here. Still she could not stop herself from approaching the wall.

To her relief there was no hidden room but merely a small crawlspace.

Her sense of reality had been challenged enough for a lifetime she thought. But still she found herself crawling through this hidden passage with her bundle of papers held tightly to her chest. Somehow she new this was where she had to go. The passage went on for a few hundred meters before opening up to a courtyard.

The house was small and did not bear anything fancy. In fact it looked out-of-place in the center of this fabulous courtyard. There should have been a mansion sitting in the center or some grand building in order to justify the sheer vastness of the space. Yet there was a quaint small house which did not look bigger than a three bedroom one story home. The walls of the courtyard were high and with no tall buildings around it became apparently clear that no one was meant to look inside. Why would someone want such privacy? She felt that she needed to be in this courtyard.

“I followed this passage from my doctor’s office.” she muttered her excuse.

She rehearsed it in her mind over and over to make sure that she was ready to answer it at the first question posed to her for being in this secluded place, this sanctuary from the harsh life of the city.

“Take heed child you will not need such an excuse here.” a warm voice called out to her.

“What, I didn’t say anything.” She responded.

‘Had she been talking to herself?’ the thought came as quickly as the realization that she had not been. Looking around she found that she

was alone in the courtyard.   ‘Was the stress too much for her?’ Her

thoughts continued to stress her even more.

“Don’t worry you had not been speaking dear child. I read your mind.”

The voice said again. “Please do not be scared and come into the house we have much to talk about.”

Masumi found her need to find out was more than the need to be scared at what was happening. She held her package tight to her chest and started to walk towards the house. As she stepped closer the house which was simple before started to show unique markings along the wood banisters and columns, each step had what appeared to be Druidic markings but the hand railings carried markings which looked Egyptian.

On the walls were writings that she had never even seen before. Not even in doodles of the major fantasy movies had she ever seen these.

They looked almost artistic by nature. As she approached the door she felt compelled to continue. There was no sense of foreboding or as we would call it a fight or flight feeling. She felt at peace. The door opened almost instantly when she had reached for the knocker. There in front of her stood a simple old woman. She could have been anyone’s grandmother as she stood there holding a tray of lemon bars. Masumi stepped into the home which looked more spacious in the inside than it had from the outside.

The little old lady led her towards the sitting room. As this house was of classic design there was a sitting room where guest would sit for tea. Clearly this woman had spent time in the United Kingdom to learn some fineries of human civility. She was not clouded by suspicion as she walked quietly ahead of Masumi.

About the Author

I was born in Mexico but raised in California. The dark fantasy has always attracted me even though as I grew up I was never able to find a good balanced one to my likes. It was not until I was a sophomore at UCR that I was able to meet up with a friend who introduced me into the world of D&D. It was Raistlin that would drive my thoughts into creating a world based on magic that was more this world than one which is lost to the annals of time.  I have always loved writing and even though I tend to jump the gun I find that my stories are character based and charged with a lot of emotion. I have been told that a writer should not let their emotions enter into a characters line or who that character is to be. I think that is wrong.

I have always avoided being told what to do or what is the norm.

Though there are lines that must be followed (ie grammar) everything else is free range. I have chosen to breathe life into my characters and be every bit of them as they are of me.

For more on Omar, see his blog at  http://omar-ebooks4all.blogspot.jp

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The Proofs Of my Books came in


They were a hard two weeks. But I feel that I blew through them in style. I took a short trip and when I returned I was so happy to see the big brown package shoved carelessly in my mail slot. I knew what the package was and I knew that I wanted to savour the moment. I didn’t of course. Like a poor child with a free piece of candy I tore into the package. There was no savouring just the utter joy of adrenaline coursing through my system as I got closer and closer to the core.

The books are of course my first two books.
God Life without Religion and Amber Light Memories .

So now what? You may be asking. So you got paper copies how will that help the fact that you have still only sold five books. How is it any of this going to make a difference considering that Big names like J.K. Rowling has entered into the once safe zone of the Indie writer. Well the fact of the matter it will still be the uphill climb that I have been doing. I will still pluck away trying to get people to read my book. Yes I do not have a follow-ship in my books. Heck the first one is my memoirs, which most people would only think about writing when their famous. Or at least in-famous.
I am neither famous nor infamous, Most of you would probably not know me from the person sitting near you at the Denny’s. And I have to admit stepping into my head is a dangerous endeavour, that has to be taken slowly and with great skill. I do not write fantasy and fiction books for the weak of mind. And yes as I keep editing and editing and re-working my words can be read by the lower echelon of society. There lies my point. I write as an Indie writer because  I love to write. I open my head to tear our thoughts faster than my poor fingers can type. And reading my books is like pushing a screwdriver into your skull. You don’t know why you are doing it or what made you pick up the habit but there you are non-the-less. The funny thing is when you get through the ordeal of reading my work and see the other side. You few who are brave, You few who are smart enough to see past the layers may just learn something new.
Expect the paper backs of my books at an Amazon near you.

The Cover


As an author how dependent are you in a good cover that would get you more sales? What does that say about the daily reader that would spend more on a book with a shiny cover than one without? I think that it would be wrong to simply state that a story was only as good as the cover wrapping it. Yet most publicist would want that to be true.

Here are two covers that I made. Both covers were made with Gimp 2.

For the first one God Life without Religion. I wanted to do something which would appeal to the religious person. So I went on the web and searched religious pictures that were royalty free. I then put the cover together to give it the most impact and match the theme of the book. It is not a religious book but it is a book on faith. I wanted to give the image of faith in god and not the religions.

For the second one Amber Light series: Amber Light Memories I wanted the key images that re-occur throughout the book to be prevalent in the cover. Giving it sort of a dark feel to it rather than the classic fantasy cover. This is due to the type of book I have written. I have taken a step outside the box in fantasy writing. Away from the traditional I did not want the cover to be misleading but I also did not want to give too much away. It is a fantasy and it is a dark one at that.  I have no artistic skills and just put on what I thought I could do.  I made this effort by following a very simple tutorial on how to use Gimp and I was off. Of course the process was not easy and I have two or three mistake covers to remind me of that.  I must say that if I had shelled out money I would have gotten something close or maybe even better. But would it have helped my book sell more than these covers do?

That is what I am posting about. Would you have if you could make a cover or spend money on a professional one? Would a professional cover sell you book more on the mere fact that it was a professional cover?

I really want to know. And if you are a designer and want to prove to me that the cover does make a difference tell me from your experience. Though please understand that if it was a drab cover with just a name and you paid for a cover that is now a million times better than a name on a drab colour it would not convince me that a professional cover was what made the difference.  Posting with pictures in your comment would be cool or email me.