12th April 2011

PEOPLE OF JAPAN 34 - “THE GEOGRAPHER”
Okay, so he may not have been a geographer, but I sure hope he was. Either way, he definitely spent our entire five hour train ride from Kochi to Kyoto drawing spirals in his notebook.
I’m not even sure if geographers draw spirals, but I sure hope they do. I’m pretty sure if I was a geographer I’d be drawing some spirals of geological formations. I’d probably sell em on Etsy. I wonder if he sells his spirals on Etsy?
Note to self: Look up spirals on Etsy. If nothing shows up, tap into that market and get rich quick. PEOPLE OF JAPAN 34 - “THE GEOGRAPHER”
Okay, so he may not have been a geographer, but I sure hope he was. Either way, he definitely spent our entire five hour train ride from Kochi to Kyoto drawing spirals in his notebook.
I’m not even sure if geographers draw spirals, but I sure hope they do. I’m pretty sure if I was a geographer I’d be drawing some spirals of geological formations. I’d probably sell em on Etsy. I wonder if he sells his spirals on Etsy?
Note to self: Look up spirals on Etsy. If nothing shows up, tap into that market and get rich quick.

PEOPLE OF JAPAN 34 - “THE GEOGRAPHER”

Okay, so he may not have been a geographer, but I sure hope he was. Either way, he definitely spent our entire five hour train ride from Kochi to Kyoto drawing spirals in his notebook.

I’m not even sure if geographers draw spirals, but I sure hope they do. I’m pretty sure if I was a geographer I’d be drawing some spirals of geological formations. I’d probably sell em on Etsy. I wonder if he sells his spirals on Etsy?

Note to self: Look up spirals on Etsy. If nothing shows up, tap into that market and get rich quick.

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8th April 2011

BIG DECISIONS IN JAPAN 02 - “VICKI FACES HER DEMONS AND PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE”
Yesterday I mentioned that a traumatic childhood experience had led my wife down a long dark road into vending machine hell. Long story short, whenever she is at a vending machine she can only order from whatever is in slot “B4”, even if she does not want what is slot “B4”. 
Anyway, as Vicki’s tragic eyes stared into this vending machine outside our hotel it became clear to me that she really wanted the Georgia Coffee that was in slot “A5”, and wanted nothing to do with the Green Tea in slot “B4”. I tried to convince her that “whatever happens in Japan stays in Japan”, and that just this once she could break the habit and order her dream beverage, the sweet can of Georgia Coffee in slot “A5”.
Cut to a few hours later and she’s still just standing there, longing for the coffee in slot A5. I tell her that I love her but that I really need to get some sleep. She says nothing so I take this as my cue to head up to our hotel room and go to bed.
When I woke up the next morning Vicki was asleep on the floor. I immediately woke her up and asked about the Georgia Coffee. She said that she didn’t want to talk about it and then punched me in the face for allegedly “abandoning her”.
To this day I still don’t the truth about what exactly happened that night, and probably never will. But what I do know is this… next time I’ll just order the damn Georgia Coffee and give it to her, that way we can both go to bed at a reasonable hour and I won’t get punched in the face. It’s a win-win! BIG DECISIONS IN JAPAN 02 - “VICKI FACES HER DEMONS AND PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE”
Yesterday I mentioned that a traumatic childhood experience had led my wife down a long dark road into vending machine hell. Long story short, whenever she is at a vending machine she can only order from whatever is in slot “B4”, even if she does not want what is slot “B4”. 
Anyway, as Vicki’s tragic eyes stared into this vending machine outside our hotel it became clear to me that she really wanted the Georgia Coffee that was in slot “A5”, and wanted nothing to do with the Green Tea in slot “B4”. I tried to convince her that “whatever happens in Japan stays in Japan”, and that just this once she could break the habit and order her dream beverage, the sweet can of Georgia Coffee in slot “A5”.
Cut to a few hours later and she’s still just standing there, longing for the coffee in slot A5. I tell her that I love her but that I really need to get some sleep. She says nothing so I take this as my cue to head up to our hotel room and go to bed.
When I woke up the next morning Vicki was asleep on the floor. I immediately woke her up and asked about the Georgia Coffee. She said that she didn’t want to talk about it and then punched me in the face for allegedly “abandoning her”.
To this day I still don’t the truth about what exactly happened that night, and probably never will. But what I do know is this… next time I’ll just order the damn Georgia Coffee and give it to her, that way we can both go to bed at a reasonable hour and I won’t get punched in the face. It’s a win-win!

BIG DECISIONS IN JAPAN 02 - “VICKI FACES HER DEMONS AND PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE”

Yesterday I mentioned that a traumatic childhood experience had led my wife down a long dark road into vending machine hell. Long story short, whenever she is at a vending machine she can only order from whatever is in slot “B4”, even if she does not want what is slot “B4”. 

Anyway, as Vicki’s tragic eyes stared into this vending machine outside our hotel it became clear to me that she really wanted the Georgia Coffee that was in slot “A5”, and wanted nothing to do with the Green Tea in slot “B4”. I tried to convince her that “whatever happens in Japan stays in Japan”, and that just this once she could break the habit and order her dream beverage, the sweet can of Georgia Coffee in slot “A5”.

Cut to a few hours later and she’s still just standing there, longing for the coffee in slot A5. I tell her that I love her but that I really need to get some sleep. She says nothing so I take this as my cue to head up to our hotel room and go to bed.

When I woke up the next morning Vicki was asleep on the floor. I immediately woke her up and asked about the Georgia Coffee. She said that she didn’t want to talk about it and then punched me in the face for allegedly “abandoning her”.

To this day I still don’t the truth about what exactly happened that night, and probably never will. But what I do know is this… next time I’ll just order the damn Georgia Coffee and give it to her, that way we can both go to bed at a reasonable hour and I won’t get punched in the face. It’s a win-win!

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31st January 2011

VICKI STOLE MY COZY WINTER CAP
As I mentioned in an earlier post, Kochi Castle was basically a freezing popsicle stand in the form of a castle. As I was hopping around in my frozen tube socks attempting to avoid a sure case of hypothermia, Vicki somehow mustered up the nerve to ask me to let her borrow my cozy winter cap. Obviously I responded with a firm “Hell no woman, get your own damn cozy winter cap!”. She quickly retaliated with her own version of the sad panda face and my heart immediately melted. During this fleeting moment of warmth I was bamboozled into giving up my cozy winter cap. Damn you Vicki and your “sad panda face” trickery!
Also, I do indeed realize that this shot is a bit crooked, likely due to my frost bitten fingers. I guess I could fix it in post but who has time for that when you have to write a stupid story about every single picture you post. VICKI STOLE MY COZY WINTER CAP
As I mentioned in an earlier post, Kochi Castle was basically a freezing popsicle stand in the form of a castle. As I was hopping around in my frozen tube socks attempting to avoid a sure case of hypothermia, Vicki somehow mustered up the nerve to ask me to let her borrow my cozy winter cap. Obviously I responded with a firm “Hell no woman, get your own damn cozy winter cap!”. She quickly retaliated with her own version of the sad panda face and my heart immediately melted. During this fleeting moment of warmth I was bamboozled into giving up my cozy winter cap. Damn you Vicki and your “sad panda face” trickery!
Also, I do indeed realize that this shot is a bit crooked, likely due to my frost bitten fingers. I guess I could fix it in post but who has time for that when you have to write a stupid story about every single picture you post.

VICKI STOLE MY COZY WINTER CAP

As I mentioned in an earlier post, Kochi Castle was basically a freezing popsicle stand in the form of a castle. As I was hopping around in my frozen tube socks attempting to avoid a sure case of hypothermia, Vicki somehow mustered up the nerve to ask me to let her borrow my cozy winter cap. Obviously I responded with a firm “Hell no woman, get your own damn cozy winter cap!”. She quickly retaliated with her own version of the sad panda face and my heart immediately melted. During this fleeting moment of warmth I was bamboozled into giving up my cozy winter cap. Damn you Vicki and your “sad panda face” trickery!

Also, I do indeed realize that this shot is a bit crooked, likely due to my frost bitten fingers. I guess I could fix it in post but who has time for that when you have to write a stupid story about every single picture you post.

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27th January 2011

HANEDA AIRPORT AT SUNSET
As we were waiting for Vicki’s dad to arrive at the airport I snapped a few shots while Vicki was…
a) trapped inside of a crazy Japanese vending machine
b) buying used panties from a crazy Japanese vending machine
c) trapped inside of used panties while buying a crazy Japanese vending machine
d) standing next to me HANEDA AIRPORT AT SUNSET
As we were waiting for Vicki’s dad to arrive at the airport I snapped a few shots while Vicki was…
a) trapped inside of a crazy Japanese vending machine
b) buying used panties from a crazy Japanese vending machine
c) trapped inside of used panties while buying a crazy Japanese vending machine
d) standing next to me

HANEDA AIRPORT AT SUNSET

As we were waiting for Vicki’s dad to arrive at the airport I snapped a few shots while Vicki was…

a) trapped inside of a crazy Japanese vending machine

b) buying used panties from a crazy Japanese vending machine

c) trapped inside of used panties while buying a crazy Japanese vending machine

d) standing next to me

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