Nikaho, Japan

The winter hasn't given up. Blast, I think. If only it weren't six degrees celcius in my house, think of all the things I wouldn't mind doing. But alas, it will soon be over, you think. And then Spring will come, and at Zeus's mercy, you will be sitting ...

... in one spot near this building by all means." And so, I wish to give you all such an invitation: if you find yourself someone in Japan, hop on the shinkansen, break out intensively near my small town, as I will be waiting heartily.  Closing time.

And I can no longer afford to eat fish, rice, and mountain vegetables. I came to Japan a sturdy seventy-eight kilograms, but am now standing a wobbly sixty-five. I kinda feel like a salmon, returning to my natal stream of four years ago when I weighed this ...

... was enough to make me run around my house naked yelling and the government deploy SM-3 interceptors to the Sea of Japan and ground-based PAC-3 missiles (whatever those are) to Akita and Iwate Prefectures. Fortunately enough, Kisakata wasn't the& ...