I went
back to Columbus for New Year's. Back amongst my own kind.
Back amongst the homespun wisdom which defines Central Ohio.
Saw the sights in Columbus. Didn't take many pictures, unfortunately. Although I did manage one just before I got on the plane at Columbus Airport:
In my defense, this was the sort of thing I was confronted with most of the time.
Yep, a big cement sofa.
Which brings up an interesting point. When I moved to Japan, everything seemed weird. Turns out, the vast majority of weirdness was simply due to unknown context.
Case in point: imagine what kind of thoughts would occur to you if you saw THIS without being able to read the surrounding text?
The crotch of the apocalypse has spoken.
In other news, I attended a party (briefly, unfortunately) by a local Columbus artist by the name of Charles Wince. His door was intriguing, to say the least.
OK, so my hand was a bit unsteady. It was cold. Sue me.
While I was there, Fiona was kind enough to supply some Doom.
Thanks, Fiona.
I also discovered that sometimes, my fellow Americans' perception of my adopted home country can be a bit...interesting.
Then I had some of this stuff...
...then came back to this.
Nothing says "high fashion" like pigs.
OK, now look at this. An ordinary beer can, right?
Look closer.
I wasn't aware my nodogoshi needed elaborating. Good thing I checked with the experts.
Surugi and I went out to eat last night. Looks like this guy...
...needs to watch it.
No, that's not a translation problem. You really can get horse over here.
No, I didn't try it. Maybe I need a bolder nodogoshi.
This sounded a bit easier to take.
My Dad always told me there was nothing like a chicken with leverage.
OK, in the interest of continuing the coverage of concerts over here, I present the Mad 3.
That's not a wig. It really is his hair.
The other two guys moved around too much to get good pictures of. The closest I could get is when the drummer and bass player were locked into place by the simple fact that the drummer was playing the bass. With drumsticks.
No full gallery this time, the pictures didn't come out well enough.
OK, I'm off to get my nodogoshi elaborated. Until, next time, email me here.
Back amongst the homespun wisdom which defines Central Ohio.
Saw the sights in Columbus. Didn't take many pictures, unfortunately. Although I did manage one just before I got on the plane at Columbus Airport:
In my defense, this was the sort of thing I was confronted with most of the time.
Yep, a big cement sofa.
Which brings up an interesting point. When I moved to Japan, everything seemed weird. Turns out, the vast majority of weirdness was simply due to unknown context.
Case in point: imagine what kind of thoughts would occur to you if you saw THIS without being able to read the surrounding text?
The crotch of the apocalypse has spoken.
In other news, I attended a party (briefly, unfortunately) by a local Columbus artist by the name of Charles Wince. His door was intriguing, to say the least.
OK, so my hand was a bit unsteady. It was cold. Sue me.
While I was there, Fiona was kind enough to supply some Doom.
Thanks, Fiona.
I also discovered that sometimes, my fellow Americans' perception of my adopted home country can be a bit...interesting.
Then I had some of this stuff...
...then came back to this.
Nothing says "high fashion" like pigs.
OK, now look at this. An ordinary beer can, right?
Look closer.
I wasn't aware my nodogoshi needed elaborating. Good thing I checked with the experts.
Surugi and I went out to eat last night. Looks like this guy...
...needs to watch it.
No, that's not a translation problem. You really can get horse over here.
No, I didn't try it. Maybe I need a bolder nodogoshi.
This sounded a bit easier to take.
My Dad always told me there was nothing like a chicken with leverage.
OK, in the interest of continuing the coverage of concerts over here, I present the Mad 3.
That's not a wig. It really is his hair.
The other two guys moved around too much to get good pictures of. The closest I could get is when the drummer and bass player were locked into place by the simple fact that the drummer was playing the bass. With drumsticks.
No full gallery this time, the pictures didn't come out well enough.
OK, I'm off to get my nodogoshi elaborated. Until, next time, email me here.