When I tell people that the washer/dryer that Bee and I use here are violent and evil, I really do mean it. Look at what it did to this poor shirt!
-- Posted From My Softbank iPhone
-- Posted From My Softbank iPhone
June 2009 Archives
Greasy late-night, there-is-no-Waffle House-around joint, right?
Maybe so, in the US.
In Japan, the menu is very similar, the prices cheaper, and the service and atmosphere far better (but do not fear, the grease is still there). I was just killing half an hour in a Denny's, sipping on a coffee that did NOT tast like mud, listening to some clasical piano, and enjoying eggs, bacon, and toast...with Thousand Island topped lettuice. Ok, so there are still a few strange things!
All in all, though...good breakfast.
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This photo is from 05:00 this morning. The sun had already been up for about 30 minutes or so.
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-- Posted From My Softbank iPhone
Found this shop near Harajuku Street in Tokyo.
I do not know how. I do care how, but I do not think there is any way for me to figure it out.
What am I talking about. Well, I broke the comments on this page! Woot! Go me!
But they are fixed now, and in doing so, I have gotten to see the evil stuff that makes the pages run. I was much happier NOT knowing what is in there. Now I want to tinker with it, and that generally leads to more broken stuff.
What am I talking about. Well, I broke the comments on this page! Woot! Go me!
But they are fixed now, and in doing so, I have gotten to see the evil stuff that makes the pages run. I was much happier NOT knowing what is in there. Now I want to tinker with it, and that generally leads to more broken stuff.
It is hot as he'll outside (I am SITTING in the shade and sweat is pouring down my brow). It was this hot in the morning and it will just get hotter as the day goes on. So, it made pleanty of sense when the air conditioning was turned on at 08:30. What makes no sense is that they cut it off at 11:00!
I am slowly getting used to the idea that nothing makes any sense.
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I was visited a few minutes ago by a middle aged Japanese man who was traveling door-to-door selling newspaper subscriptions (I think...).
Actually, he walked down the line of apartments and rang each bell, then ran back to whomever answered the door.
Now, mind you, I was preparing some rice (washing the rice) when the bell rang. Without thinking, I shouted out, "Just a minute." In English, mind you. It took me a minute to answer the door, and by that time, he had already started talking to my neighbor. Well, figured he heard me call out in English and had decided not to bother with me, so I went back to prepping the rice. And, of course, just as I was in the middle of things, the doorbell rings again. So, slightly irritated, I go and answer the door.
Now, you need to realize that it is a 2-3 inch step up to get into my apartment to begin with, and I am now standing on my shoes at this moment, giving me another inch or so. This gentleman was about 5'8" or so. I open the door and he is already diving into his rehearsed speech when he looks up...and up...and up. The look on that poor man's face. So funny.
Actually, he walked down the line of apartments and rang each bell, then ran back to whomever answered the door.
Now, mind you, I was preparing some rice (washing the rice) when the bell rang. Without thinking, I shouted out, "Just a minute." In English, mind you. It took me a minute to answer the door, and by that time, he had already started talking to my neighbor. Well, figured he heard me call out in English and had decided not to bother with me, so I went back to prepping the rice. And, of course, just as I was in the middle of things, the doorbell rings again. So, slightly irritated, I go and answer the door.
Now, you need to realize that it is a 2-3 inch step up to get into my apartment to begin with, and I am now standing on my shoes at this moment, giving me another inch or so. This gentleman was about 5'8" or so. I open the door and he is already diving into his rehearsed speech when he looks up...and up...and up. The look on that poor man's face. So funny.
I was visited a few minutes ago by a middle aged Japanese man who was traveling door-to-door selling newspaper subscriptions (I think...).
Actually, he walked down the line of apartments and rang each bell, then ran back to whomever answered the door.
Now, mind you, I was preparing some rice (washing the rice) when the bell rang. Without thinking, I shouted out, "Just a minute." In English, mind you. It took me a minute to answer the door, and by that time, he had already started talking to my neighbor. Well, figured he heard me call out in English and had decided not to bother with me, so I went back to prepping the rice. And, of course, just as I was in the middle of things, the doorbell rings again. So, slightly irritated, I go and answer the door.
Now, you need to realize that it is a 2-3 inch step up to get into my apartment to begin with, and I am now standing on my shoes at this moment, giving me another inch or so. This gentleman was about 5'8" or so. I open the door and he is already diving into his rehearsed speech when he looks up...and up...and up. The look on that poor man's face. So funny.
Actually, he walked down the line of apartments and rang each bell, then ran back to whomever answered the door.
Now, mind you, I was preparing some rice (washing the rice) when the bell rang. Without thinking, I shouted out, "Just a minute." In English, mind you. It took me a minute to answer the door, and by that time, he had already started talking to my neighbor. Well, figured he heard me call out in English and had decided not to bother with me, so I went back to prepping the rice. And, of course, just as I was in the middle of things, the doorbell rings again. So, slightly irritated, I go and answer the door.
Now, you need to realize that it is a 2-3 inch step up to get into my apartment to begin with, and I am now standing on my shoes at this moment, giving me another inch or so. This gentleman was about 5'8" or so. I open the door and he is already diving into his rehearsed speech when he looks up...and up...and up. The look on that poor man's face. So funny.
Sent part of this morning belong maintain the yard around our building at work. Appearantly this is a normal thing to do every couple of months. We all met around back (everyone in the optical connectors R&D group) and proceed to weed the yard...by hand. I went to college for this?
I want to pick up a bicycle. To do that, I need to go to a bicycle store. There is no "Wal-Mart" in my area...well, not really. There is a Besia. They sell games, clothes, some camping and sports stuff, and food. They do not sell bicycles. They do not sell electronics. Those are for bicycle stores and electrical stores, respectively.
So, why do I want a bike? Because I want to go to the bank and post office...which are on the other side of the mountain in the middle of town.
My real problem, though. The bike shop is over there.
...by a CORK! I had managed to find all of the ingreadients for my chicken parmesian recipie. I even found Chianti! I forgot that good wine has corks...and I have no corkscrew!!
Apparently I just felt a 3.0 about 5 minutes ago. That was kinda creepy.
Called up Bee and he felt nothing, so I thought I was going crazy until I saw this:
from: http://www.jma.go.jp/en/quake/
Called up Bee and he felt nothing, so I thought I was going crazy until I saw this:
from: http://www.jma.go.jp/en/quake/
Saw this the other day when I was getting on the morning bus (in the rain). I finally got around to getting one out of the machine to try it. Tastes like "generic US off-brand cola".
And in case you were wondering, this is indeed a product of Virgin Enterprises, Ltd.
And in case you were wondering, this is indeed a product of Virgin Enterprises, Ltd.
