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  10.03.01
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Well I finally heard from Karen via
email
on Tuesday morning, Tokyo time. What
a relief.
She and our baby Jack seem to have had a
bit of an incident at Canadian customs, as
she relates in her email:
"The plane ride went fine (plastic knives!!)
Jack slept and fed the whole time. He ate
so much he didn't know what to do with himself.
When we were in the customs line he threw
up all over himself and me and down my leg
and on the floor - ate TOO much I guess.
Then he took a huge, straining, grunting
crunch for everyone's listening/smelling
pleasure.
When I got up to the custom's guy I was totally
in mom mode. The customs guy asked to see
the letter that you signed, good thing we
did it, I told him that I needed someone
to hold Jack as they hadn't given me the
stroller and I was juggling him and my bag
and couldn't open my backpack. He looked
pissed off but what could I do? So he held
him while I opened my backpack. har!" |
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One of my personal rules-of-thumb for photography
is 'don't show backs'. However, once in a
while you can still get an interesting picture
of someone from behind, and this is what
today's pictures are all about.
 10.01.01
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I dropped Karen and Jack off at the airport
yesterday. They returned to Canada to visit
Karen's family for a few weeks. It's been
over a day since they left, and I haven't
heard from them yet -- I wish they'd call.
I'm worried.
As you can maybe tell, I'm starting
to feel
alone.
The theme of today's photos is 'The Individual.'
Enjoy.
 09.27.01
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Karen and Jack are leaving for their trip
to Canada in three days. I'm so sad. In preparation
for neo-bachelorhood I've been walking around
the apartment all week in my mangiest pair
of briefs, scratching my belly incessantly
and eating lots of canned food. I figure
I gotta ease myself back into it.
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You should all read Laura's blog posting for Sept. 25 and you'll realize why I think
that she's the best blog writer on
the scene
right now. I don't know what she's
doing
in the web design business, she should
be
writing for a living as far as I'm
concerned.
09.25.01
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Oh, man! You know you're getting old when
two hours before going home from work you
realize that you've got dried baby puke all
down the side of your pants.
I guess my Japanese coworkers have too much
tact to ask the question, "Hey Mike,
what's that white stuff stuck to your pant
leg?"
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My mom has gone home. It was fun having her
(more fun than I expected anyway).
Above are some photos from our last night
out -- dinner at the Iranian restaurant Zakuro.
You would not believe the amount of food
that they served us in the $20 set. Suffice
it to say that we had 11 kinds of desert
-- yes, that's right, ELEVEN.
It was disgusting how we stuffed ourselves.
They practically had to roll us out of there
on our swollen bellies. At four o'clock in
the afternoon on the next day I still had
to unbutton my pants before I could get up
off the couch.
Check out the picture of my mom smokin' the
Iranian crack in the water pipe -- We told
her it was 'apple flavoured tobacco.'
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Another sign of when you're getting old --
when you and your spouse go out on a 'date.'
"Oooooh, how exciting," you think
to yourself, "just like when we were
single." Although it sounds lame (okay,
okay, although it 'is' lame), it's still
fun.
Karen and I got my mother to babysit last
Friday and we went out to the Warrior Celt
pub to catch a band. We had some good old
Canadian style fun: I got drunk, walked around
the pub, and tried to intimidate all the
other guys who were hitting on my girl.
This post-baby pseudo date was in some ways
better than the real thing. It was better
in that I didn't have to fumble around looking
for something interesting to say every two
minutes. On the other hand, it was worse
in that I felt no suspense because I knew
for sure that when it was all over I'd be
getting laid.
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Some links for you:
I love this guy's site, simple, focused,
and funny -- Eric conveys an emotion. My two favorites are 'Sarcastic respect
for authority figures' and 'Being born.'
If you're looking for "hardcore furniture
action", then furnitureporn.com is the place for you.
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