So, it would appear that I may have brought back a small caffeine problem from my Vietnam vacation.
Along with over a kilo of that sweet magical bean powder one uses to produce that delicious sirupy black nectar of the gods they call coffee over there.
Which in the grand scheme of things could have been way, way, worse. Given the region’s history, an opium addiction was not completely out of the question.
Still, I feel I may actually need to sleep at some point.
Sex is even more boring as a spectator sport than all the other spectator sports, even baseball. If I am required to watch a sport instead of doing it, I’ll take show jumping.
Statistician and Machine Learning genius Michael Jordan, asked about the makeup of his typical day:
I spend half of each day minimizing entropy and half of each day maximizing entropy.
(The exact mix isn’t one half, and indeed it’s the precise calibration of that number which is the main determiner of my happiness in life.)
This morning, some contraption seen along my commute made me think of da Vinci’s camera obscura, when it occurred to me what a funny coincidence it was that the latin word for “room” was exactly the same as the modern English word “camera”, and then it dawned on me that it was probably not a coincidence.
Mind. Blown.
二階に火災鑑識されたので、落ち着いて避難してください…
I don’t care if the raptors have escaped their enclosure on the second floor and caused an electrical fire in the process… I am not leaving my half-brewed coffee behind.
Watching our two cats stalk a fly throughout the house is like a scene out of a low-budget Jurassic Park remake, down to the sudden jumps on furniture, jerking head motion and small guttural coordinating noises.
A lot less efficient, though.
Welcome to Halloween in Tokyo, where popular costumes include such classics as Sexy Nurse, Sexy Vampire, Sexy Zombie and Sexy SS Obersturmbannführer…
If there was a modern retelling of the Sisyphean myth, it should involve folding large bedsheets with two overactive cats in the house.
Lived close to four years in Kyoto and still not sure which side of the escalators one is supposed to stand on in this city.
To be fair, I don’t think Kyoto natives know either.
Friend, talking about her moronic American boss and his cheesy-hobby-turned-floundering-business, that only survives off the subsidies of his well-off Japanese wife:
He’s living the American Dream… The American Dream in Japan.