Japan is so... so... flat and empty looking. Kinda deceptively so, like New Jersey. You think everything's built up, like Tokyo... but it's not. Here's a picture of what a good part of Japan looks like... rice fields and random, really small houses, and lots of hazy sky. (of course, Janet will say it's -not- flat, as she lives in the mountains...)

Can you see those pictures? it's a vending machine that sells french fries and chicken nuggets. Fried fresh. In the machine. WTF?

Phillip poses here under duress, as not only does he not eat meat, but the smoky smell of the arcade we were in was wreaking havoc on his asthma. Ah, I am a harsh mistress.

Oh my goodness, Erin and Janet and they're both dressed like women!! shokku!

This was before we went to the JET meeting in New York. I dunno about Janet, but I proceeded to wear the same clothes for the next four days. It was like, 'if you can stand my smell, I'll teach for you.' But then I'm an American, so it's okay. But it was still quite nice to get my luggage delivered.

(okay, I'd like to say that I dress feminine-like quite often... tho Miyabe-sensei was like "whoa, you wore a skirt" today, and pointed it out to the class. It's not my fault I lost my other skirt packing somewhere. Or maybe it is.)

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