Showing posts with label Lego. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lego. Show all posts

A Yen For Coke


Sorry people... only one blog today. My wife was clobbered by a 2-litre bottle of Coke. I know what you are thinking... that a bottle of Coke would be my weapon of choice... not no, I was at work when I got the call an ambulance had taken her to a hospital.

She had placed some bottles up on top of a shelf and then moved in to pick some stuff up off the floor. A bottle then fell and got her on the back of the neck. 

Aside from a contusion, and a lot of soreness, she is fine and back home. I report this just so you know that truth is always stranger than fiction. That's what you get from this blog.

In the meantime... I'm going to pass you over to my friend Mike Rogers, who has written an interesting piece on how Japan is trying to prop up the Yen. MARKETING JAPAN

I just have one question. With untold number of countries in debt owing money... just which countries are getting rich... and how do I get me some?

I tell ya... when the US sneezes, Canada catches a cold. But lately, Canada seems to be doing better than the good old US of A... at least from an economic recovery stand-point.

Japan... poor bastards... a devastated economy that has been in decline since I left 17 years ago... too many natural disasters that have nearly crippled the country financially - but not the noble Japanese spirit... but again... I read Mike's critique and wonder just what can be done to prop up the Yen?

Do I need to make a return trip to Japan and blow it all on booze and women? I'm always willing to do my part, Nihonjin (Japanese people)!



Back to the grind tomorrow. I'm taking a day off - my first this year - and I'm taking my son to the former tallest free-standing structure in the world (the CN Tower @ 555m)  before blowing a few more bucks at the LEGO store here in Toronto.

No wonder I'm broke.



Somewhere having a Coke and knowing it's all just bricks in the wall,

Andrew Joseph

PS: I guess this does entry make a second blog! I must get to sleep... I'm constantly up until 2:30AM!

LEGO - Cool For Cats


Nyantomo Happy House.
Okay... about a week ago TV Tokyo presented its results after putting forth a nationwide request for viewers to create toys for cats made from LEGO.

The challenge was just for simple folk like you and I, but rather for the advanced LEGO builder who has a lot of free-time on his or her hands, a plethora of hard-to-find bricks and a plethora of those bricks in the appropriate color scheme... not to mention they also needed to posses an incredible imagination and talent.

I am unsure why challenge was to create toys for cats, but what the heck? The results were awesome, and featured cat cars, cat houses (no, no THAT type), robotic cat toys, and more.

Watch the video HERE.

Wild cats secret hiding place.
And despite the fact that people everywhere are impressed by these LEGO creations, and Japanese cats  got to play with some real neat-o toys, it's obvious that the big winners are TV Tokyo for concocting this bizarre challenge and still providing us with a wow factor along with a television ratings bonanza!

Japan - It's A Wonderful Rife is actually blown away by this concept. I must have around 10,000 LEGO pieces, and I have a cat. Okay... the LEGO is actually my 5-1/2-year-old son's, and the cat came with my wife when we got married 10 years ago this month... but dammit, I play with both.

The shocking thing is, my cat shows absolutely zero interest in LEGO. She can't build anything owing to the absence of thumbs - though to be fair, thumbs are not a necessity to construct LEGO. But really, that darn cat doesn't even try batting around any fallen pieces that hit the wooden floor; she doesn't gnaw on any pieces; she doesn't even try and swat any pieces from my (I mean, my son's) constructs that litter the shelf space in the house (yes, the whole house).

Lego cat car - but does she have a license?
I am reminded of comedian Steve Martin talking about cat toys, and how you can never return them after they get cat spit all over them. Why won't my cat play with LEGO? Is she waiting for me to create something cool like in these photos et al? Until then, apparently I - with my allergies to cats - am her favourite toy.

I hope not. I'm not making any LEGO toys for cats. I'm making a LEGO diorama of old Japan. Or at least that is what I am telling myself I am going to do, which explains my strange purchases from the LEGO store and E-bay.

Somewhere with cat spit on myself,
Andrew Joseph 

PS: regular rife back tomorrow.  






Lego - fishing

LEGO Japanese House

Regular readers know I like LEGO under the guise that I actually buy it for my 5-1/2-year-old son.

I'd like to share with you an awesome looking Japanese house mede with LEGO. I have 10s of thousands of LEGO pieces, but it is difficult, if not expensive to get one's hands on some of the more speciality pieces - and then again in the colour you are after.

I would build this myself... but, along with the lack of money and bricks. I find myself lacking the talent.

Check THIS out.

I do have some photos taken of a LEGO tradeshow I attended on Saturday, July 30, 2011 with my family. Any small child in the photos is my son. My wife might actually be in one, too. Alas, none of me, which is to bad, because I look marvelous! Yeah, right. TRADESHOW PICS.

I am building a LEGO diorama, however... and have actually got some very cool Japanese architecture built... so, one day soon - this year... I'll share that all with you. In the mean time, you can take a look at some of the LEGO I have as mentioned in a few past blogs:

LEGO 1
LEGO 2
LEGO 3
LEGO 4
LEGO 5

Oh, and should anyone want  to get rid of any old, used LEGO they have, I'm always looking for a bargain. E-mail me at  the address above.

Somewhere at the LEGO store,
Andrew Joseph   

Samurai

What is a samurai?

Clinically, the word samurai means: "Those who serve in close attendance to nobility." Originally pronounced as saburau and then saburai, it became known as samurai in the Edo period (1615-1868).

The samurai follow a special code known as bushido, which translates as: "The way of the warrior".

Bushi (武士, which means warrior or arms man) is a term first seen in a book of history written in 797AD called Shoko Nihongi. In the book describing the the year 721AD, it describes bushi as: "Literary men and Warriors are they whom the nation values".

The term bushi was given to soldiers from traditional Japanese warrior families, developed first in the north region of Japan, with these families in the 12th Century forming clans against the noble families who who teamed up to support the imperial family who lived inKyoto then the capital of Japan.

Samurai was a word used by the Kuge aristocratic class with warriors themselves preferring the word bushi.

For those samurai who were masterless with no attachment to a clan--perhaps through the over throw and banishment or death of the master, or even by personal choice--they were called ronin (浪人), which means 'wave man', a person destined to wander aimlessly forever, likethe waves in the sea.

The pay of samurai was measured in koku of rice (180 liters, which was enough to feed a man for one year).You might think it odd for a soldier to be paid in food, but long before the samurai, Roman solders were paid in salt. If a soldier didn't earn is pay (do his duty), they used to say the soldier wasn't worth his salt. Now you know the origin of that famous adage.

As well, the Latin word for salt is salarium... or what you might now know as the word salary. So, perhaps it's not a stretch to say you earned for salary down in the salt mines.

Weapons:

The samurai had two swords: The katana and the smaller wakizashi, two weapons that together are called a daisho (big and small).

According to Bushido, the katana is the samurai's soul--and is one reason why the warrior class would give the weapon names and consider them to be alive. receive a ceremonial sword covered in brocade called a mamori gatana.

When the child turned 13, the warrior in training was given via the genpuku (Coming of Age) ceremony: a katana and a wakizashi, samurai armour, an adult name

The wakizashi is the samurai's honour weapon weapon that never left his side--and would even sleep with it under his pillow. When a samurai entered a home or business and was requested to remove his katana, he would still carry his wakizashi.

Other weapons include: a tanto, a small, knife-like sword sometimes worn instead of the wakizashi. Both of these weapons were key in the performance of seppuku (disembowelment with one of these weapons, while a retainer would slice off the head with the katana. Hara kiri is suicide by disembowelment without the lopping off of the head.

Samurai were not just swordsmen. They also could be bowmen, butswordsmanship was still considered more important. but, to recognize theimportance of a bowman in war fare, the term yumitori (弓取,"bowman") (Yumi means bow) was used as an honorary title of an accomplished warrior in the 1800s.

Still other weapons include the yari (spear) and naginata pole weapons originally but became more of a weapon for the foot soldiers to use.

As well, the samurai used a tanegashima... a flintlock gun introduced by the Portuguese in the 1540s. However, the tanegashima was controversial as a weapon for the samurai, but many clans opted to use it, forgoing bushido honor for a chance to really take out enemy clans.

By the end of this century, Japanese gunsmiths were making the tanegashima in large amounts to be used by the peasant class in their battles. Unlike today's guns, these ones took a while to load and fire and were not very accurate.

Samurai would also use: cannons to take out enemy castles; staves like the bo, jo, hanbo and tanbo; clubs made or iron or wood like the jutte (one-handed) and the kanabo (two-hander); and chain weapons like flails, called the kusarigama and manriki

Along with the katana, samurai are famous for their unique looking armour. Originally called o-yoroi (or Great Armour), the scale armour was made from leather or iron and bound into strips coated with laquer and tied together by strips of silk and formed into chest armour. But with the advent of guns, this was replaced by tosei gosoku that was iron-plated.

Samurai also wore a kabuto helmet and an iron face plate (menpo) that often had a scowl on it usually adorned with whiskers... to make themselves look more ferocious. From what I was told, since the Japanese are not known for their beard growing prowess, adding facial hair made them look like wild men. 

Emperor Meiji abolished the samurai's right to be the only armed force in favor of amore modern, western-style, conscripted army in 1873. Samurai became known as shizoku (士族)who kept some of their salary but their right to wear a katana inpublic was eventually abolished along with the right to execute commoners who paid them disrespect.

The samurai warrior class finally came to an end after hundreds of years ofenjoyment of their status and its power to shape thegovernment of Japan.

And now you know.

Files compiled by Andrew Joseph
PS: In the photo above, a LEGO samurai clan pose in front of Himeji-jo (Himeji Castle) in Himeji-shi, Hyogo-ken (Hyogo Prefecture). From my collection, the photo shows off the clan's weapons, treasure chest of coins, and an important barrel of rice.
PPS: This blog is in honour of my friend Matthew Hall. It's his birthday today. He was and continues to be an honourble samurai. Happy birthday big guy! Yay!!!!Oh... and Matthew was with me at Himeji-jo when I snapped the background photo above!

Mr. Spaceman

In Tokyo recently - March 12, 2011... there was a video uploaded onto Dailymotion showing what purports to be UFO (unidentified flying objects).

Could visitors from another planet be checking out the after effects of the tsunami, earthquake and nuclear disasters? Could aliens (gaijin) want to get their hands on some really great udon noodles?

Whatever the answer, it seems obvious that the woman in the video is very excited to see these white floating object up in the sky.

UFO's? Yes they are. They are unidentified flying (or floating) objects. Are they from outer space? Who the heck knows?

Personally, I want to believe (to quote Fox Mulder from the show The X-Files), but I like seeing a little more action in my spaceship videos. Like movement or flashing lights or something other than a guy yelling in astonishment.

Here's the VIDEO. Have a look and create your own opinion.

Somewhere being anally probed,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is by The Byrds: TAKEMEALONG.
PS: The photo above is a LEGO alien probing some unfortunate man in a forest taken from my, er, I mean my son's collection. It's obvious from the photo that the alien has spotted me taking his photograph. The next 47 minutes were a blur.

Kinkaku-ji: The Golden Temple

On one of two long-ish trips to Kyoto with two very different women --Trish and Ashley-- I spent some time sleeping with them but not getting sex. As well, I also managed to do some sight-seeing.

Kyoto, as I'm sure many of you are aware, is part of the The Kyoto Protocol, a protocol (d'uh) to the United Nations whose aim is to fight global warming.

Kyoto, in case you are unaware, is actually Kyoto-shi (京都), a city located west of Tokyo on the main island of Honshu, Japan. There are about 1.5-million people living in this city, which is the capital of Kyoto-ken (the Prefecture of Kyoto... kind of like New York, New York).

It's a beautiful place - plenty of places to visit and plenty of things to do. If you go to Japan, visiting Kyoto must be on your list of places to visit. You can thank me later. 

Fun Facts: 
  • At one time Kyoto was the capital of Japan;
  • Kyoto and Tokyo are written in the opposite manner. Kyo-to and To-kyo;
  • Kyoto is known as the gate to the East, and Tokyo is known as the gate from the West; 
  • It's the headquarters of Nintendo;
  • Known as the city of 1,000 Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines, but actually has closer to 1,600 - many of which are 1,200 to 1,300 years old.
My favourite temple--and most of Japan's--is Kinkaku-ji (金閣寺, which in English is the: Temple of the Golden Pavilion). That's it in the photo above. I took it on my second trip there when I visited with Trish. I just love the reflection of this actually gold-leaf coated temple on the water. Actually, the top two stories are covered in a thick gold leaf. On the top of the roof is a gold leaf phoenix statue. The photo I took is a pure Japanese iconic image. Kin = gold. Kin is pronounced like the English word 'kin' for relatives.Ji = temple. Ji is pronounced like the letter "G".

But I'm not going to bore you with too many facts or history about the temple: Feel free to visit the Wikipedia site HERE for more information. 

Rather, I wanted to show you a video I found of a person who made a very complex rendition of Kinkaku-ji out of Lego. Please take a few moments to watch it - and be duly impressed.  Regular readers know I enjoy buying Lego for my five-year-old son, though it is secretly for my own pleasure.
   
Watch the VIDEO.  

Somewhere hoping you enjoyed the visit,
Andrew 'Brick' Joseph
PS: There is also a Ginkaku-ji (Temple of the Silver Pavilion). Gin = silver. Gin is pronounced gi-in with each syllable pronounced quickly. Or... Gin rhymes with kin... the English word defined above.  
PS: Trish will make her way into this blog eventually. We have time.

Another Brick In The Wall - Part 3

Would you like to see an example of unfortunate timing?

Take a look at the photograph to the left.

The minifigures (known as MiniFigs) are made by the Danish firm Lego. They are part of the Series 4 figures - 16 figures  - one each in a foil package - and you never know what you are going to get inside.

Do you think Lego expected an earthquake to spawn a tsunami which spawned a near-nuclear disaster in Fukushima-ken, Japan? Of course not. But take a closer look at the two figures presented here. They are part of Series 4 released about one month ago in mid-April of 2011.

The one in red is a beautiful Japanese Geisha with a fan, while the one in yellow is a man in a radiation suit with some sort of clean-up device! What are the odds?

These Lego mystery figures are not your run of the mill figures... they are special... for example, the other 14 figures in this set include: a gnome-ish fisherman; a musketeer; a punk rock guitarist; a female surfer; a viking; Frankenstein's monster; a hockey player; a bespectacled skateboarder; an American sailor (which is also funny considering there's a Japanese Geisha in the set!); a soccer player; a Wolfman; a painter with paintbrush and palette; a female figure skater and; an Evil Scientist complete with wild hair, goggles and a flask with green liquid - radioactive, perhaps.

Lego is something I enjoy, but the combined figures of radiation suit guy and the Japanese Geisha is... unfortunate.

Somewhere making a Japanese scene,
Andrew Joseph
Today's song title is by Pink Floyd. It's Part 3... I'm saving Parts 1 and 2 for other blogs I have in mind (something about schools and perhaps something about airplanes). Yes... I do think about what I'm going to post up here for your reading enjoyment: LEGO and enjoy the short song. 
PS: That choking hazard warning on the Lego package was apt as I nearly did choke when I found these two figures in the set!
PPS: It's been very frustrating. Of some 22 packages purchased, I have three Geisha, two Evil Scientists; four sailors; two vikings; two skateboarders;  two skaters; and three soccer players. I mean... I'd kill for three musketeers and five or six hockey players (I am from Canada, you know!). And since they make an equal number of each... anyone want to trade (I also need the painter and gnome fisherman)?    
PPPS: If anyone would like to purchase either the first and/or second issue of Evil Scientist Quarterly written by myself with art and graphic layouts by Steve Guzelis, it's $3 Cdn... and you can e-mail me at the address above the blog title! Obviously, it's all tongue-in-cheek funny (and clean - no swear words!)


Charlie Don't Surf

I had originally entitled this: Downhill Lizards.
While I was riding by bike to Ohtawara Chu Gakko (Dai Chu aka Ohtawara Junior High School), I had the feeling I had slipped into a Dr. Seuss book. It was just like: And to Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street (see HERE), except that this street like all of the streets in Ohtawara-shi (City of Ohtawara) had no street sign to tell me what street I was on. It made me wonder briefly just how the mail service worked.
But anyway... what I saw: The sights, the sounds, the throngs of people... whew! I guess you had to be there. Well enough of that.
The next day, I saw a gaggle of primary school kids (Sho Gakusei - kids in Grade 1-6). I knew they were primary school kids because they said "Hello" rather than "Herro" to me... anyhow, they were gathered in the centre of the goat path that was the road... I circled around them to see what the heck they were doing and noticed they were saying goodbye kitty to a former fur x four (that's a pun on the 4 x 4 vehicle), that had apparently been hit in a hit-and-scram.
During our rubber-necking, a middle-aged mother in a small white car drove by and honked at the kids to get out of the road because that "gaijin (foreigner) might be dangerous. The kids looked at me, said "Hello" and left. I must say that although the woman's statement irked me a bit - as did seeing two small children standing on the front passenger seat of her car - something else captured my attention.
There, just above the "Kiss Me I'm Italian" bumper sticker were three sets of skis held in place via a ski rack. It got me thinking, but then, so too did the dead cat. She didn't look like she was going skiing. Was she taking the kids? No!... the skis were all adult sized. Do pirates go to heaven? When do Japanese people take time off from, work to go skiing?
I arrived at school and noticed that 39 of the teachers there had cars with skis attached to the roof of their vehicles. One even had a surfboard. An inquiry was in order.
I found out that 47% of the teachers had never been skiing., and 49% had - though it had been when they were in primary school, and 1% had heard that all Americans like surfing. The remaining 3% was a woman who says she goes skiing often - and invited me to join her next time.
Apparently most Japanese use skis, ski racks and surfboard as a means of showing off their care-free abandon.
So... weeks later when it was finally cold enough to actually be winter in Japan, I went on that ski trip. We left at 4AM in her new white car, and hit a traffic jam... as apparently all other 3%'s know that 4AM is the best time to avoid the rush.
Getting to a local course at 11AM, I squeezed my Japanese size 30 (10-1/2) foot into the largest ski boot in Japan - a 27 (Japanese shoe sizes are based on centimetres). I then popped on the skis. My friend, looked at me and laughed. She asked me where my ski suit was. I was wearing jeans and a winter coat. She was wearing... how does one describe a technicolour yawn?
I looked around and noticed the fashion (non)sense of the average (and how) skier. I guess the Japanese figured that if a golfer can do it, so too can they.
How do I describe it? Well, it's like someone took a big box of Crayloa crayons - not the 48... the big ones - the 64 with the sharpener at the back - melted the crayons (it has a melting point of 128 to 147 degrees Fahrenheit - really), turned on a fan, held a white ski suit in front of it and then dumped the coloured wax in front of the fan... and then added a violent day-glo colour.
I could be wrong... does Crayloa make a larger box of crayons?
The most interesting aspect of my first attempt at downhill skiing was watching the others to learn their techniques. I guess I didn't quite get the grasp of it as I didn't fall down and scream very much.
By the end of the day, I was getting pretty good at maneuvering around the fallen, crumpled bodies.
Hey! Maybe that's why they wear such bright clothing! It's so the ski patrol and the ambulances know where the bodies are! It also hides the blood.
By 2PM, it was time to leave, and spend another seven hours in a traffic jam because all the other skiers thought it would be a great time to avoid the rush.

Somewhere wondering who moves the dead animals to the side of the road,
Andrew Joseph 
Today's title is by The Clash: You can hear it HERE.
PS: In the photo above, that's some of my Lego (I mean my son's Lego.. ahem...): A Japanese samurai wearing skis and carrying a surfboard. Banzai!

PPS: In the photo down here, that's Nobuko about two years before I met her - despite the perfect straight black hair... I prefer the more mature do she sports during OUR time together - see HERE for an example of her hair
PPPS: Notice the pink blotch in the lower left corner? Ski suit.

We Are The Champions

It's A Wonderful Rife has been awarded "The Versatile Blogger Award".
YAY!!!!!

Its means that all of my ... well, what does it mean? What did we win it for? What's it all about, Andy?

I ask too many questions. Instead, let me thank the god, I mean good folks at You, Me & Religion for this awesome, and highly relevant award. I assume the cheque is in the mail?

Part of the deal-e-oh is that we are encouraged to get other readers to check out some other blog sites... that I find interesting (and hopefully you will too). Hopefully the thousands of readers who come and look for a daily dose of Rife have noticed some of my choice BLOG LIST, which is required reading for all when not catching up on my crap.

Here's the rub: In order to receive the glory and honour that is The Versatile Blogger Award, I have to follow a few rules:
a) Thank the person who gave you this award. (Done!) But, what the hey - Thank-you to You, Me &  Religion, I admire and respect your taste in Blogs and Gods.
b) Share 7 things about yourself.

  1. I collect aviation history tobacco cards from the 1910 to 1919 era. Limiting, yes, but difficult to do.
  2. I taught piano & clarinet and could play all brass, woodwinds and keyboards but really don't enjoy playing music at all.
  3. I like soccer, but can't stand watching it. I can't skate, but love watching hockey.
  4. I drive a golf ball right-handed, but putt left, but since I've only ever played a round of 18 once, I suppose the point is moot.
  5. I collect a lot of things, and when I do, I have to have everything. For example, when my son turned two, I was given a Hot Wheels car, and then proceeded to purchase the over 500 variety of vehicles (styles and paint jobs) over the next two years.For my son. Really.
  6. I enjoy creating things - models, writing, Lego... see HERE for a pic of a Lego toilet I made. I don't know why. For my son. Really.
  7. I miss Japan and the people who were such a big part of my Rife - this Award is for all of you, man! For all of the little people - and there were a lot of you in Japan.
  8. Because I can't count - or don't count... there's a double entendre for ya -I enjoy things that end with the suffix "~ism".
c) Pass the award along to 15 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who(m) you think are fantastic. 
I don't mean to repeat myself, but look at the list. Click on their site. In the case of #8, I've presented the link IN the name. Aw, heck... the links are in ALL of the names.
  1. Avi Gold
  2. You, Me & Religion
  3. Diary of a Sex Diva
  4. Confessions of Dagwood Dawg
  5. The Grand Adventures of Loserville
  6. Suddenly Mommy
  7. About Tochigi (despite the lack of recent blogs - look who's blogging - this site has a ton of info and photos about my home Province of Tochigi in Japan)
  8. Golden Age Comic Book Stories
 And, well, that's pretty much it. Sorry, I don't have 15 favourites.


d) Contact the bloggers you've picked and let them know about the award.
The rules are flexible in case you  aren't good with rules.
Uncanny, but I'm going to assume that if people read this blog, they will know about their award. Is that wrong?

Somewhere near a mailbox,
Andrew Joseph
Title by Queen, of course. HERE is a video I've enjoyed for years. 

Birthday

Thursday, November 8, 1990.

Today, I am 26. Aaaaaargh!

Well, it's my birthday. It's 7AM and I'm wondering when my parents will phone. It's a good feeling of security to realize that it's never an instance of wondering IF they will phone. Will they realize that Japan has no day-light saving's time? My worries are quickly squashed as they call a mere 15 minutes later after I get out of bed.

We chat only for 10 minutes. I talk to Grandpa for the first time since I left Toronto. I wonder how many more times I'll get to do that. Damn, that's morbid, but I suppose that is what happens when you start to get old enough to rue another birthday.

My folks ask about the girlfriend and my trip to Osaka and if I miss writing for the Toronto Star newspaper. Mom says there's a big package winging its way over to me and that my brother Ben will call on the weekend. I hope so.

School is boring. I do very little as Ken Sasanuma-sensei of Chikasono Junior High School explains everything in Japanese, as apparently the first-year class is unable to grasp the concept of Simon Sez. Hell, who does?

Tochigi AET leader Mary Mueller calls me at school and sings Happy Birthday to me. Wow. If only - naw! How the heck does she have the guts to not only call me at school, but figure out the phone number and talk enough Japanese to inform my school that she wants to talk to me?! Awesome!

My class of second-years and I talk about Canada for 30 minutes. It was a nice surprise. And while I wasn't prepared for it, it was about Canada - so how could it go wrong?

I visit the English club after school - they are great! I explain all of the underground slang words, gestures and sayings, like: How's it going, man (dude)? Cool. Ciao. See you. Take care. Eat my shorts (big laugh there!).
Chicken. Scaredy cat. I then mentioned to them the English disparity regarding Japanese-English slogans for "Speak Lark" and "I feel Coke" and bad English on clothing. Click HEAR (sic) for a previous blog on Japlish.

The club is totally fun. I then showed them the bad hand gestures like F.U., and... Well, that's pretty much it. Turns out they already knew that one. Still, wow! What a birthday present.

After class, one girl came up and wished me a happy birthday. She's really short ­ 4-foot-something, but really cute! Three other girls ask me for my home address to write to my brother Ben. How could I refuse my little
brother? I hope they write to him. I'd love to see his expression when he tries to read their letters. Ha-ha!

I head home at 5:10PM. Ashley is already there. Hands on her hips, she says in a Southern accent more Southern than usual: "What the heck are ya'll doing home so soon?" I guess she was going to fix the place up a little for my birthday. She's in a great mood, which raises my already good mood higher.

I had received a postcard from one of the students from Nozaki Chu Gakko, named Reiko, who wished me a happy birthday and asked a lot of friendly personal questions. It was beautiful. It's stuff like that that makes me glad I came to Japan. Other stuff like Ashley and Matthew, well, that goes without saying.

Matthew arrives at 6PM and Tim Mould (Kuroiso AET) comes at 6:10PM. Ashley gives me lots of kisses, flowers, a bottle of Kaluha and a set of dark crystal glasses and ice bucket. It's really beautiful. I'm so glad I
didn't go out on Monday or Tuesday and buy a replacement bottle of Kaluha. Matthew¹s present will come from Tokyo next week. Tim gives me a Lego F-1 race car. Neat!

Tim was given a real car by his employers ­ for travel purposes ­ lucky bugger. I'm not envious. I've seen the way people drive over here and I'm sure I don't want to be a part of it. His car is a Honda C ty  - the 'i' is missing. He drives all of us over the 3 Knights restaurant. Ashley orders a Shell au gratin appetizer and is shocked when it comes as a scallop. She thought it was going to be a pasta shell. Ha. My veal is wine-soaked and
tastes great as is my escargot. I have a tasty dark Guinness and a Labatt's Blue. Canada, eh?! It's a nice, quiet dinner. The waiters/owners attempt to talk Japanese to me ­ not the other three. Not even Matthew who in my mind can speak Japanese fairly well.

We don't understand a word we say to each other. I'm sure he laughed about it later, just as I did.

After the wonderful meal, we head back to my place and pop in a couple of Star Trek videos - the Borg episodes - and make some popcorn, drink a lot of beer and get a phone call from Kanemaru-san's little boy, Tomohiro. He says "Happy birthday, An-do-ryu". Damn. That's sweet. I nearly start to cry. I can't believe how great that is. I wonder if I ever will.

After the shows, everyone leaves and I escort Ashley home on our bicycles. It's the first time in a month I've been over. Too long, but then she's always over at my larger, warmer and place that contains Western-style furniture.

Talk, kiss and sleep. Together. Warm. Cozy. Secure. Happy. At least that's how I feel at this moment.

Somewhere looking for a birthday cake,
Andrew Joseph