The end result of Yugo's paint bath...

framed and ready for Chelsea.

Look at me, I'm ready for mischief

Yugos New Season

Yugo’s New Season!

Thank you, True Believers, for your patience and questions during the blog-stasis of the past weeks.
Well wait no more.



With the legal battles over creative control with Disney Studios™ now a distant memory, I’m glad to be back on the keyboard: Yugo, the one and only, typist extraordinaire.



During the hiatus, my agent stayed busy keeping me dimple-deep in cuteness and applesauce. Here he fends off some over-eager executives while I relax in the island air.



I hope you like the new Fall lineup: new locations, new crawling, new teeth. It’s all there and it’s all Yugo.



So hang in there, Folks, there’s more here than meets the eye!

Light and Dark

It has been some time since Yugo's last post. In that time, he has enjoyed bright summer sunshine and beach excitement with his grandparents and uncle and he has known the tragedy of sudden accident.
We all know Yugo is a strong, healthy boy. Little did we know that he would need his strength to survive his parents. Yet he is still strong and handsome and full of joy. He has survived the serpents in his cradle. Let's all wish for his speedy recovery.

Love,
Papa

The Case of Old MacDonald

Hello, everyone. You know me by now as Yugo Yamamoto, mild-mannered, handsome boy.
But when trouble calls and danger dials (I screen my calls), I jump to answer the phone as Zach Magnum, P.I.


One day, I received reports from my eyes on the street, Guri and Gura. After telling me a long story about their latest picnic and the time they found a giant egg, they mentioned some strange rituals being carried out by the animals in a nearby farm. Since no one else understands Guri and Gura, I went to investigate.

Sure enough, the barnyard animals had constructed a gate, a portal sheathed in cowhide, with spooky talismans hanging down from the arch. I could see what looked like swine and bovine heads dangling over a prone form. Was I too late? No, as usual, I arrived just in time. Someone was planning a stuffed animal sacrifice and had placed a drugged Elmo under the summoning portal. In a brief moment of consciousness before slipping back under to his fever dreams, Elmo sqeaked, "Ehh, meh daaanaaaa." "What?" I asked severely. "He had a cow." "Who, Elmo, who?" "With a moo moo here and a moo moo there." "Elmo, you're not making sense. Speak to me!"
"Everywhere a moo moo...." His voice trailed into drooling silence.

After putting Elmo on a fast train to sobertown, I pondered his cryptic words. They had a familiar ring. But I could not put my finger on it. "Everywhere a moo moo. Hmmm." There was only one thing I could do. Go to the desert.

My trusty guide and informant, Ali Matto, who does not fear the sun, told me all he knew of this "moo moo" as I meditated in the desert cabana. "There is a man, a man who has been gone a long time. He has many animals. Each animal makes a sound. The sounds are here, there and everywhere. It can drive a weak man mad. Now I must go; my enemies approach and my tan is almost ready. To learn his name, follow the music."

So I had come full circle. To follow the music, I decided to infiltrate the New York Philharmonic, cleverly disguised as a cello. There I learned the painful truth. There was a man who had a farm. His name was Old MacDonald. Ee-eye ee-eye oh. Another case closed by yours truly.

夏のバカンス

萌える向日葵。
太陽に向かって萌える向日葵。
空に向かって萌える向日葵。
そして優悟は萌える、燃える・・・・
え～い喰っちゃえ！

Adrian, do you think things would be wonderful when we grew up?
Please don't go faster....

海は広いな～大きいな～♫
行ってみたいな～よその国♪♪

Fun with Feeding

It is clear that Yugo's transition to solid foods will be clean and easy.

Early Organ Music

With much encouragement from and under the watchful eyes of hep cat Matto-kun, Yugo grinds his first electric organ with his bright red muse Elmo.

Sweet, Sweet Green Thing! (Sweet Corn Saga, part I)

So anyway, my Mama went to like some French farmer's market at Rockefeller Center and she actually asked them if they like had any sweet corn. And they were like actually we do. And she was all buying it and stuff because they had it. But when she came home, she like pulled these crazy green things out of some old bag and wanted me to touch them and stuff.

Sweet Corn Saga, part II (Papa shucks a bushel)

It was actually kind of gross and all. Then Papa was like, "Looky here, Son, you have to shuck that there vegetable with yer bare hands. Shuck it in that old bag. Now you start a-shuckin this here corn and I'll be back in a spell to see hows ya did." I was actually not amused.

Sweet Corn Saga, part III

But once I got my lips around that sweet sweet corn, mama, it was like heaven in a bucket, like peas on your knees. I said, "No one's gonna get my corn." And took off running so Mama wouldn't steal my sweet sweet corn. The end.

Some people ask me what I do with my days. After listing my work for charity, my interest in neo-conceptual art and my studies of fluid dynamics, I pause and say: "It's really just all about the swing." I could swing alllllll day. 

Happy Five Months!

It would be good to get out of here,
just go, pop off, get away from five-month memory!

Hot summer in New York, too young to be a man... 

Reading my favorite book, "Guri & Gura" with a bottle of beer gives me a blissful moment escaping from blistering heat in New York. I know I am too young to be a man... 

Yugo Zach, sushi chef

Okay, boss.. So that's one California roll, two spicy tunas and a fugu special. Coming right up!

They're grrrrrrrrreat

Tigers are majestic beasts, fearsome predators and mighty lords of the jungle. Their claws can shred metal. Their jaws have the power of a steel trap with fangs that rip through their prey.

My reaction to the tigers:

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.