Archive for August, 2005
Shimoda beach
Tuesday, August 16th, 2005Sunnyside Ash
Tuesday, August 16th, 2005Cactus flower
Tuesday, August 16th, 2005Always bring it back to Tea
Monday, August 15th, 2005Small quid pro quo today reminded me of an old conversation:
Tomomi: But Dave-san, is there really a difference between English and American?
dr Dave: Of course there is. British are civilised people. Americans are ruthless barbarians: they couldn’t make a cup of tea to save their life.
T: Maajii-de?!?
drD: When Americans try to make tea, they use cold sea-water and don’t even bother taking the leaves out of the box. And that’s Boston we’re talking about. The further west you go, the worse it gets.
T: Aa, so-ka, so-ka. It all makes sense now.
Anything I can do to bring greater cultural understanding between people.
Tsukubai
Monday, August 15th, 2005Decent week-end, slow news evening.
I’m sure nobody’s eager to hear the fascinating tales of my uneventful yet appropriately social week-end: birthdays were celebrated, morning were slept in, lazy afternoons sitting in the sun, sipping on drinks and writing physics were spent, ice-cream while people-watching on the steps of Shibuya’s Oy’ Oy’ department store(*) were had… Nothing quite blog-worthy, as you’ll realize: no waking up in puddles of bodily fluids in some unknown street/train station/love hotel, no unexplained whip marks in the lower back, no kidney unaccounted for in the morning. Only routine Summer week-end stuff, minus the drink-till-you-puke and hangover stories.
Luckily, I have just what we need for such an occasion!
And thus, let me introduce our generic cultural blog-filler of the day:
About The Godfather pt. III
Sunday, August 14th, 2005- OK, did Michael kill Fredo in pt. II? Are we supposed to know it, by the time pt. III starts? I don’t remember. I’m all confused now. Annotated family tree, anyone? please?
- If there ever was a Godfather, pt. IV, taking place in the 90’s, Anthony would definitely make his gay coming out in it. Of course, I realize announcing to your dad you won’t be a lawyer and will embark on a fruitless artistic career is sorta the 80’s equivalent of a gay coming out.
- I too want a wise sicilian uncle I can turn to, when I need answers to intricate questions about life and work. Preferably one who knows about PHP and mySQL.
- Gee, is the acting bad in this episode.
- Good thing hot cousin sex will save practically anything.
- It probably won’t save Christmas (good point Andy). Especially if taking place under the family Christmas tree.
Plastic Bag
Saturday, August 13th, 2005Tokyo Gay Pride
Saturday, August 13th, 2005Boln to Rove You…
Saturday, August 13th, 2005Tokyo Stadium
Saturday, August 13th, 2005Ash!
Saturday, August 13th, 2005Enter the Rooster
Friday, August 12th, 2005Let’s do a little experiment!
Friday, August 12th, 2005One thing that nearly all people have in common is that they like to know when another person send them something. Using a variety of sources, I think I have a pretty good handle on finding other people who send me stuff. In fact, I think I find about 90% of all packages sent to me — but I may be wrong.
This is an experiment to see how “findable” my house is. Put me to the the test, fellow
retarded monkeysbloggersscience-inclined readers.All you have to do is send a $100 bill to this particular postal address (i.e., the one I’ll email you privately). Just call it Dr Dave Postal Tracking Experiment or something like that. After a few days, I’ll post a list of every people I found have sent me a $100 bill. If you’re not on the list, I’ll invite you to send me your tracking number. I’ll report these unfound bills to the Post Office, and we’ll try to figure out why I didn’t get them.
By the way, this is not just a cheap way to get some money (although it won’t hurt). I really think it will be a useful experiment. I’ll reveal all of my sources and, hopefully, learn about some new ones. I think other people and the postal tracking companies may benefit from the results.
Inspired by Mr. J-Walk and his brilliant scheme idiot-trap Blogger Experiment.