First off,
my friend Barry Wooldridge and his wife had a daughter at about 11 AM
on Tuesday (the 2nd.) Congrats to the soon to be completely
exhausted couple, and welcome to Mae Vivian!
Also, my friend Jon Muth won the Caldecott Award for his book "Zen Shorts." You can check out the announcement here, and grab his book at Amazon here.
Anyway.
OK. Looks like I jumped the gun a bit on the whole snow thing.
It snowed real snow this time. And it lasted for two whole days.
It failed the ultimate test, in that it did not stick to the plastic King Kong figures we've been collecting at work.
Kind of nice to look out the window at work and see this, though.
Now, it's a stereotype that all Japanese people look the same. Frankly, if you're at a table full of Japanese people and you can't tell them apart in the space of three seconds, you need glasses. There is quite a bit of variance here, thank you very much.
Take this guy, for instance.
Pardon the blurry photo, he was walking fast. Guess he was late for work.
He did catch me taking his picture, though. Guess he inspires blurriness in everything he touches.
Even the homeless have some diversity. Bet you never saw panhandling radishes before.
Speaking of animate vegetables, they REALLY should have been more careful with the bow tie placement on this onion.
"DUDE! Put on some pants!"
Speaking of poorly thought out ad campaigns...
At least it would save you having to buy more shoes when they got older.
"EAT THIS RAMEN, OR I'LL STICK THESE CHOPSTICKS IN YOUR EYE SOCKETS!!!"
Wait. What should I do with this gum? Should I be chewing it?
Nothing like a passionate drip.
How does one consume this passionate drip, you may ask?
Just in case you were going to use it for hammering, or something.
Now, as you may or may not be aware, there is a particularly odd food that is famous among foreigners for being unpalatable. It's called natto, and it's fermented soybeans that you mix up until they form a stretchy, stinky goop. How would one package such a delicacy?
Yep, inside a big thing of straw. Because when I think of rotting soybeans, I think of straw.
Gah.
After that, you're invited to partake of dessert.
Bon appetit. Until next time, email me here.
Also, my friend Jon Muth won the Caldecott Award for his book "Zen Shorts." You can check out the announcement here, and grab his book at Amazon here.
Anyway.
OK. Looks like I jumped the gun a bit on the whole snow thing.
It snowed real snow this time. And it lasted for two whole days.
It failed the ultimate test, in that it did not stick to the plastic King Kong figures we've been collecting at work.
Kind of nice to look out the window at work and see this, though.
Now, it's a stereotype that all Japanese people look the same. Frankly, if you're at a table full of Japanese people and you can't tell them apart in the space of three seconds, you need glasses. There is quite a bit of variance here, thank you very much.
Take this guy, for instance.
Pardon the blurry photo, he was walking fast. Guess he was late for work.
He did catch me taking his picture, though. Guess he inspires blurriness in everything he touches.
Even the homeless have some diversity. Bet you never saw panhandling radishes before.
Speaking of animate vegetables, they REALLY should have been more careful with the bow tie placement on this onion.
"DUDE! Put on some pants!"
Speaking of poorly thought out ad campaigns...
At least it would save you having to buy more shoes when they got older.
"EAT THIS RAMEN, OR I'LL STICK THESE CHOPSTICKS IN YOUR EYE SOCKETS!!!"
Wait. What should I do with this gum? Should I be chewing it?
Nothing like a passionate drip.
How does one consume this passionate drip, you may ask?
Just in case you were going to use it for hammering, or something.
Now, as you may or may not be aware, there is a particularly odd food that is famous among foreigners for being unpalatable. It's called natto, and it's fermented soybeans that you mix up until they form a stretchy, stinky goop. How would one package such a delicacy?
Yep, inside a big thing of straw. Because when I think of rotting soybeans, I think of straw.
Gah.
After that, you're invited to partake of dessert.
Bon appetit. Until next time, email me here.