Jetlag.
It takes a while to get past. I've been back for about five days, and I still have periods of drifting off. Bleah.
Anyway, had a great time in the States. I gained 8 pounds.
Can't imagine why.
I don't even remember what this thing was:
But hey, when the local delicacies are so tempting...
...I also got, inexplicably, REALLY hungry after visiting this place.
In other news, I am becoming more and more Japanese. Case in point: I took more pictures of food than anything else.
First things first. I spent a week in Texas. If you've never been to Texas, this picture would give you a clue as to what you're in for.
Yeah, that more or less sums it up.
Stayed with my parents, shown here with the umbrella Surugi got 'em for Christmas.
They live on a golf course. I always get cool pictures when I go there.
Then, off to the hospitality of Fort Worth, Texas.
...where I discovered that I STILL haven't mastered this new camera phone.
...although you can still make out the expression of utter excitement on the bull's face.
We also hit the Texas Ranger Museum.
No comment.
After a few days in the throes of an allergy attack, I headed off to Columbus.
Where I was immediately whisked off to Bjørn's Night, which is a bunch of vikings getting drunk and eating fish.
After everyone was good and inebriated, we, naturally, wrote poetry.
(The Bjørn's Night shots are the Hansen's, not mine, BTW.)
There is NO ESCAPING PORK.
After a vacation which consisted mostly of revisiting my old routines, we...well, we're Americans. What do you THINK we did.
Yep. We ate as much as humanly possible.
Here's my brother Eric and his wife Cindy, hoping that an infusion of BBQ will restore his hair.
...and the Hansens, rebounding from Bjørn's Night.
You're never too young to be embarrassed by your father.
Ice cream makes the pain go away.
So, back to Japan.
Me preparing for the flight.
It's blurry because the trip took 25 HOURS, which required a severe warping of space and time. Usually it takes about 14. Plane was late, taxied forever when we finally arrived, etc.
It all worked out in the end, though. Back to the land of meat soda.
In Japan, you haven't truly arrived until you're swarthily photographed with an eggplant.
OK, that's this month. In the next few months there will be some new stuff, but not on this specific page: I'll be setting up a music site, possibly on a different address. I'll keep ya posted.
Maybe I'll watch an old Dick Tracy. Which one should I watch? The one with the bank robber? The space one? Nah, maybe I'll just watch...
As always, mail me here.
jet lag
–noun
a temporary disruption of the body's normal biological rhythms
after high-speed air travel through several time zones.
Also, jetlag.
[Origin: 1965–70]
—Related forms
jet-lagged, adjective
–noun
a temporary disruption of the body's normal biological rhythms
after high-speed air travel through several time zones.
Also, jetlag.
[Origin: 1965–70]
—Related forms
jet-lagged, adjective
It takes a while to get past. I've been back for about five days, and I still have periods of drifting off. Bleah.
Anyway, had a great time in the States. I gained 8 pounds.
Can't imagine why.
I don't even remember what this thing was:
But hey, when the local delicacies are so tempting...
...I also got, inexplicably, REALLY hungry after visiting this place.
In other news, I am becoming more and more Japanese. Case in point: I took more pictures of food than anything else.
First things first. I spent a week in Texas. If you've never been to Texas, this picture would give you a clue as to what you're in for.
Yeah, that more or less sums it up.
Stayed with my parents, shown here with the umbrella Surugi got 'em for Christmas.
They live on a golf course. I always get cool pictures when I go there.
Then, off to the hospitality of Fort Worth, Texas.
...where I discovered that I STILL haven't mastered this new camera phone.
...although you can still make out the expression of utter excitement on the bull's face.
We also hit the Texas Ranger Museum.
No comment.
After a few days in the throes of an allergy attack, I headed off to Columbus.
Where I was immediately whisked off to Bjørn's Night, which is a bunch of vikings getting drunk and eating fish.
After everyone was good and inebriated, we, naturally, wrote poetry.
(The Bjørn's Night shots are the Hansen's, not mine, BTW.)
There is NO ESCAPING PORK.
After a vacation which consisted mostly of revisiting my old routines, we...well, we're Americans. What do you THINK we did.
Yep. We ate as much as humanly possible.
Here's my brother Eric and his wife Cindy, hoping that an infusion of BBQ will restore his hair.
...and the Hansens, rebounding from Bjørn's Night.
You're never too young to be embarrassed by your father.
Ice cream makes the pain go away.
So, back to Japan.
Me preparing for the flight.
It's blurry because the trip took 25 HOURS, which required a severe warping of space and time. Usually it takes about 14. Plane was late, taxied forever when we finally arrived, etc.
It all worked out in the end, though. Back to the land of meat soda.
In Japan, you haven't truly arrived until you're swarthily photographed with an eggplant.
OK, that's this month. In the next few months there will be some new stuff, but not on this specific page: I'll be setting up a music site, possibly on a different address. I'll keep ya posted.
Maybe I'll watch an old Dick Tracy. Which one should I watch? The one with the bank robber? The space one? Nah, maybe I'll just watch...
As always, mail me here.