…and home from fall deployment! The rest is classified. Note: sadly, I did not take these photos.

Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
…and home from fall deployment! The rest is classified. Note: sadly, I did not take these photos.
This is a practice torpedo drop that Chris can’t say anything else about. The dummy torpedo was successfully dropped and recovered, plus Chris dropped a smoke bomb to signal its location for pickup as part of the process. This, along with his missile shoot this summer, means he’s an official badass.
Your life under so many troubles during long period, will be over and it may get better day by day. By the help of the noble and mayor person, you can get permit and recommendation, your future will be improved to much better. As the last flower can make the best fruit, the fortune smiles…
It is good to have the translation headphones when attending kabuki performances at Kabukiza. This provides not only a dialogue translation but also commentary on what the heck is going on. All this month the matinee performance is “Kanadehon Chushingura—The Treasure of 47 Loyal Retainers,” part of the special Sayounara Performances playing until April 2010…
My streak of foul fall luck continues this week with an annual dental checkup resulting in the sad, sad news that I will need a root canal before Christmas. I was gently informed of this by a dentist putting my x-rays up on a light board and saying, “Whoa! Look at that tooth! You’re gonna…
So I bought a super-powerful tension rod to hang my heavy winter wear (well, maybe super-powerful…it was less than $5). Now I’m trying to install it and I’m kind of at a loss. “Please install concrete walls between pillars in a place to own enough strength,” it says, apparently using the same nonsensical translation program…
Chris had no desire to see Tsukiji Fish Market. In fact this summer he said, “If you’d like to do that while I’m gone, I won’t feel like I’m missing out.” So off I went today, contemplating the importance of Tsukiji Fish Market to the Passport Diaries. A couple summers ago I was hanging out…