Originally published at Notes from the bunker…. You can comment here or there.

On the afternoon of Friday, March 11th, Hideaki Akaiwa was at his job, dully trudging out the final bitter minutes of his work week in his office just outside the port city of Ishinomaki in Japan’s Miyagi Prefecture. What this guy’s day job actually is, I honestly have no idea, but based on the extremely limited information I have on the guy I can only presume that his daily nine-to-five routine probably falls somewhere between the motorcycle chase scenes from the movie Akira and John Rambo’s antics in the book version of First Blood on the ridiculousness/badassitude scale. But that’s only speculation.

I’m sure the real story behind this isnt as cool sounding but its nice to think that in a major disaster some folks first response isn’t “Where’s the Red Cross” but rather “Screw this crap, I’m gonna fix this.”