Halloween Revelation: a New Shogun for Japan?

The Children's Halloween festival at the World Financial Center in Battery Park saw the first signs of what could become a wave of political change in the United States and the Japanese Islands: Yugo Yamamoto, future shogun.

Cuter, of course, than Tokugawa Ieyasu, more culturally refined and less oppressive. He is assisted by his two henchwomen:

(somewhat disgruntled) Snow White
and Sleeping Beauty.

Watch out! Here he comes!

Climbing 162nd Street

Some people claim Everest, Annapurna and K2 are an exhilarating challenge to the limits of human endurance. I would add to this esteemed list the jungle gym at 162nd street and Riverside drive in the Big Apple.
With my Baby Sherpa (tm) Papa-san, we scouted the perilous steps that lead to a sheer drop of hundreds of centimeters. The wind was brisk, so I held firmly to a local leaf to judge its direction.
We started fast, climbing step by step up the blue and red edifice cast down by the gods of Parks and Recreation.
After grueling minutes of climbing, we reached the top. My sherpa was so pleased, he began to levitate. I place the levitating sherpa beneath me and...
SWOOOSH... down the mountain.

Back in the saddle again

Hey everyone, you don't know how long it took me to climb into this chair. But now that I'm here, get ready for some new Yugo.

What better to do on a rainy Saturday than build a tunnel? Yugo explores the depths of the cardboard jungle without fear, brushing away the previous adventurers who fell victim to its pitfalls and traps.

Hearing songs and watching videos can give you a sense of what a farm looks like. But do you really know a farm until you get a real-live horse to nibble apples from your hand or find out how a barn smells? Yugo went to the mountains to find out.

In fact the more precise term would be "orchard" not "farm." Yugo showed more reticence towards damaging the apple trees than he does towards the delicate house plants in his apartment. But he did eat part of a fresh-picked apple. 

Even Mama got in on the fun. You can see her contemplating the dappled sunlight of the Applewood orchard and winery after her 6 wine tastings. And Yugo contemplating the kids climbing the trees. Soon, Yugo, soon. 

You can do anything, but stay off of my blue suede shoes... when I have shoes... and my socks are blue so don't step on them either... and I could use a little help here... a little help, somebody... Yeah!

Well, well, if it isn't Magnum P.I. What does the P.I. stand for, Magnum? Pretty Incompetent? Who solved the case of Old Macdonald, thank you very much? Well, I can't stand here all day, so I'll let you go back to grooming your face hair. What's that, Papa? It's just a poster? Blast you, Magnum P.I., dangblast you. We'll meet again.  

Kakkoi Baby

Dont' say it, don't say it. I know. These overalls are just too cute. We'll just have to learn to live with it.

Take that, Jasper Johns!

Yugo recently wanted to give his mother a present of fine art. Fine 7-month-old art. Something between an Yves Klein and a Clifford Still. Something with fingerpaint. After carefully preparing his paints through constant kneading, Yugo proceeded to fall face first into his multicolor palette. The result: incomparable body art.

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.