<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:49:23.474+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Capicola</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7657805054366604632</id><published>2009-08-04T19:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:10:17.299+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably no more posts</title><content type='html'>I think my blogging days are over for now. The people that used to check here are actually on Facebook  now, which is where I keep updates of my "Rockstar life-style". So if you actually see this and aren't on my friend list in Facebook, please look for me there and we'll get hooked up. First name Tokyo, last name Slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7657805054366604632?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7657805054366604632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7657805054366604632&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7657805054366604632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7657805054366604632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2009/08/probably-no-more-posts.html' title='Probably no more posts'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4402903039347947670</id><published>2008-09-09T21:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:58:35.633+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no Pics</title><content type='html'>Ok, so somehow, another month has slipped by. Technically, I could say I'm getting more frequent with my posts, and I suppose that would be correct, but you and I both know its bullshit. I have some pictures in my camera that I need to upload, almost 2 GB's worth actually, but for tonight, I'll just hit up a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got offered to do a small time TV spot on Japanese TV in the Aomori prefecture. I accepted and hope to hear more from the producer and the Public Affairs office here at Misawa. It's going to be of an English teaching nature, so my days in the adult film biz still aren't here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today, while waiting to see the TV people, I was talking with a Japanese friend of mine who plays on a local men's amateur hockey team. They are looking for more players and the season is starting now, so I'll be dusting off my old hockey equipment and hitting the ice soon! There's also another team representing Aomori (in our age group) that will be competing against other prefectures in Sendai later this year. I may try out for that as well, depending on how badly these local guys beat me up; there's a lot of big farm boys up here that I never expected to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it is around here for now,&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4402903039347947670?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4402903039347947670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4402903039347947670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4402903039347947670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4402903039347947670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-no-pics.html' title='Still no Pics'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-6231064277761059046</id><published>2008-08-09T22:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:24:05.741+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>So I guess four months is a bit of a gap. Could be my biggest gap yet. If anybody's still checking in on me, please leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a tad busy 'round here. Work has been demanding, yet I manage to go home on time around 80% of the time; not bad. The more overtime people work in the AF, the more AF leadership thinks we can do with less manning, so I keep my non-reportable overtime to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the pedal-boat out once this year and lost one of my boat carrier foamies. I'm not that happy about it, but sulking won't put it back on my car, so life goes on. I've recently been researching the different kayaks and canoes available here in Japan. There's a part of my mind that tells me to sell the pedal-boat and pick-up a canoe or kayak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new tent and we're camping tomorrow. Expect some pictures soon, I've just got to&lt;br /&gt;load them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-6231064277761059046?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6231064277761059046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=6231064277761059046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6231064277761059046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6231064277761059046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-2879312631038198253</id><published>2008-04-08T11:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:27:17.975+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Than Stellar</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long. I went to Texas for some training, and right now I'm kickin' it in The Tokyo with The Fam. Its a rainy morning, but we're headed out for fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know exactly what I expected from the folks down at Mitchum HQ, but here's their response. I accidentally emailed the  Patent Lawyer but  was redirected to the proper channels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Mr. Slim,&lt;br /&gt;Your recent email to Joy Goudie, Revlon Senior Patent Counsel, was referred to me for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so sorry to learn that you were offended by a reference to "almost matching socks" on a Mitchum Man label. Revlon develops advertising only after thorough research determines what appeals to our consumers.  However, we appreciate that an individual's response to our advertising is always a matter of personal taste.  We are sorry that you were offended by one of our Mitchum Man slogans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do appreciate the time and trouble spent making your reaction to the Mitchum Man label known to us.  Your comments are important to us and will be passed along to our advertising department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to Mitchum products.  Please be assured of our desire to be of service whenever possible.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a major company to respond to my stupidity with a sense of humor. Irish Spring, M&amp;amp;M's, Pet Smart, and now Revlon have given me less than stellar responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now my personal mission to get a response from "the man" that at least acknowledges my immaturity and makes me laugh. I wonder who's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-2879312631038198253?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2879312631038198253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=2879312631038198253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2879312631038198253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2879312631038198253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/04/less-than-stellar.html' title='Less Than Stellar'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7309933600610838084</id><published>2008-03-13T00:44:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:09.977+09:00</updated><title type='text'>500 Pictures Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R9f9QUBvB2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Eh0Eib3uC9w/s1600-h/IMG_9611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R9f9QUBvB2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Eh0Eib3uC9w/s400/IMG_9611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176884753381394274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking through some photos for another installment of "What The Hell Is That?" when I came across a Ham Broccoli Bread I made, some 500 pictures ago. Actually, Mrs. Slim helped out a lot on this venture, as it was very difficult to get this thing wrapped up; thanks Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this thing was delicious and I just felt like showing it off. Here's another picture of it,  unsliced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R9hTakBvB3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/xWS2QQhtcjo/s1600-h/IMG_9607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R9hTakBvB3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/xWS2QQhtcjo/s400/IMG_9607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176979487475042162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7309933600610838084?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7309933600610838084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7309933600610838084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7309933600610838084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7309933600610838084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/03/500-pictures-ago.html' title='500 Pictures Ago'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R9f9QUBvB2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/Eh0Eib3uC9w/s72-c/IMG_9611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4239485785195353183</id><published>2008-03-12T17:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:48:39.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update to Messin' with the Man</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a response back, kind of a generic one, and I was given a new person to contact with my marketing questions. Here's the email I sent out, hopefully I get a response soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Joy,&lt;br /&gt;I was given your name as a point of contact for some questions concerning the marketing strategy of Mitchum® Antiperspirant &amp;amp; Deodorant. I have been using Mitchum for a few years now and have come to enjoy its effectiveness and lack of marks it leaves on my black T-shirts, which I wear every day for work. Some of the 'If you need an audience to light the grill, you're a Mitchum man' type marketing has been something funny to read over the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;However, my current Mitchum product contains a quip that has left me befuddled. This is what it says, "If your socks almost match, you're a Mitchum man". In case you don't believe me, I've attached a photo.&lt;br /&gt;Is a Mitchum Man too stupid or too lazy to match his socks?&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering who the targeted audience would be for this phrase; As a Mitchum user, where do I fall in to the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm smart enough to match my socks. I also pay attention to their degree of "matchness", so I don't feel I'm lazy. I feel that if you are too lazy to make sure your socks match, you probably don't wear socks anyway, or can't wear socks for work related issues, such as Harri Krishna, NFL Kicker, or professional nude foot model. The other professions of "Crack Whore" and "Assistant Crack Whore" might also be included in that group, but who knows for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought if your socks almost match, you are an idiot, or if they almost match, you somehow didn't try hard enough, yet, how much effort does it take to match your socks? Which would it be, stupidity or laziness?&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean that Mitchum Men can't perform the task of matching? I've taught my children how to match things at the ripe old age of 1 year. They may not be geniuses, but they've done well on matching exercises.&lt;br /&gt;My socks have never "not matched." If a fire were to break out in my house, leaving me with only two socks that didn't match, I'd go with sandals and no socks until I could get a pair of matching socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, to bring it all back to the original question, what demographic should be purchasing your product, because I feel I may be a bit over-qualified to use your product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, here's a little more info on me; a current Mitchum® brand Antiperspirant &amp;amp; Deodorant user:&lt;br /&gt;Matches socks &amp;amp; shoes well. Bonus skill: can tie shoes&lt;br /&gt;Performs basic math skills to the 12th grade level&lt;br /&gt;differentiates between basic colors&lt;br /&gt;able to distinguish between common barnyard animal sounds&lt;br /&gt;can write own name&lt;br /&gt;recognizes mirror image as self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4239485785195353183?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4239485785195353183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4239485785195353183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4239485785195353183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4239485785195353183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-to-messin-with-man.html' title='An Update to Messin&apos; with the Man'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-8948902007729530910</id><published>2008-03-05T22:29:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:11.395+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Differently Similar</title><content type='html'>So, while we wait for word from "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;" I'll share some pics I took with a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, we left work at lunch to shoot photos in the local area. Once we got out of his van, we kind of split up and took pictures in the same area, but not around each other. I got lost in my viewfinder and forgot he was there, and I think he did the same. Our pictures were interestingly different, despite taking pictures of the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping he gets around to putting up a website. I would definitely link to it from here because he does nice work.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a temple in Misawa that I didn't know was here. Thanks, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R86pM184c4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_5_y9liVSQg/s1600-h/IMG_0009cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R86pM184c4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_5_y9liVSQg/s400/IMG_0009cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174259060001239938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From under the tori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R86mw184c2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/iidEGDldDSA/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R86mw184c2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/iidEGDldDSA/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174256379941647202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some odd winter blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R86nL184c3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/BCILZNqwl6E/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R86nL184c3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/BCILZNqwl6E/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174256843798115186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wake the gods...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-8948902007729530910?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/8948902007729530910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=8948902007729530910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8948902007729530910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8948902007729530910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/03/differently-similar.html' title='Differently Similar'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R86pM184c4I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_5_y9liVSQg/s72-c/IMG_0009cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4221148553617756640</id><published>2008-03-02T19:46:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:11.680+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Messin With the Man, Again</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know its been a while, and I'm sorry. But hey, to make up for it, I've decided to mess with Corporate America, yet again. This time, I'm moving on to deodorant. I'd rather not mention what lucky corporation it will be, this early in the game, so I'll just give you a taste of what's to come, and a copy of the message I sent. I'd rather they didn't see this coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R8qJGvciFgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L1qxkyxZuEc/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R8qJGvciFgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L1qxkyxZuEc/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173097870896797186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have some questions about the marketing strategy for your *******® brand Antiperspirant &amp;amp; Deodorant, men's version. I would rather correspond via email, rather than telephone. Please let me know who to contact for this specific product.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;T. Slim&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted as news rolls in!&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Tokyo Slim, product not by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4221148553617756640?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4221148553617756640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4221148553617756640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4221148553617756640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4221148553617756640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/03/messin-with-man-again.html' title='Messin With the Man, Again'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R8qJGvciFgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L1qxkyxZuEc/s72-c/IMG_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-740417047879440626</id><published>2008-01-29T21:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:12.811+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my lazy ass is just now getting around to what happened next for New Year's at Chez Slim. So after the New Year's Eve meal, we moved on to the actual countdown. At midnight, we poured the drinks. Some cheap-o Cold Duck and Kids' Champagne, some form of Power Ranger, served in a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Neighbor_Totoro"&gt;Totoro&lt;/a&gt; Glass. Totoro is in my top five favorite movies, I encourage you to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R58l-AFi_mI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aJMBkgkYl7c/s1600-h/IMG_9636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R58l-AFi_mI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aJMBkgkYl7c/s400/IMG_9636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160885445095259746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sausage-fest! Actually, I'm the only dude in a house of dudettes, but I was talking about the snacks we had with our countdown drinks! Wieners, salami, crackers, and 3 different cheeses. If I had to gut-punch someone's grandma to eat it again, I'd consider it. Fortunately though, I'd just have to go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R58nzQFi_nI/AAAAAAAAAVM/fzDDLBnfIew/s1600-h/IMG_9641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R58nzQFi_nI/AAAAAAAAAVM/fzDDLBnfIew/s400/IMG_9641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160887459434921586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of our &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kadomatsu."&gt;Kadomatsu&lt;/a&gt;. They are supposed to be set on both sides of a doorway or entrance to welcome the ancestral spirits of the harvest. It was kind of expensive, so we only bought one. That's called half-assin' a tradition... We have a smaller one also, but two of the same size would look better. The three bamboo represent Heaven, Humanity and Earth. The Heaven one is the tallest, the Earth one being the shortest, but sometimes, as ours, the Humanity and Earth ones are the same size. The pine calls the gods. Everything is wrapped in straw mat and tied off with straw rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R5-x3QFi_pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sICdzPMio4E/s1600-h/IMG_9651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R5-x3QFi_pI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sICdzPMio4E/s400/IMG_9651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161039260759031442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-740417047879440626?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/740417047879440626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=740417047879440626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/740417047879440626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/740417047879440626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R58l-AFi_mI/AAAAAAAAAVE/aJMBkgkYl7c/s72-c/IMG_9636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4865528901741957442</id><published>2008-01-15T22:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:13.932+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve Food</title><content type='html'>I had some other shit going on so I'm sorry for the delay of getting this post out. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4zGJeSdozI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-RVw43RinGU/s1600-h/IMG_9635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4zGJeSdozI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-RVw43RinGU/s400/IMG_9635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155713539484001074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As many of you know, my favorite time of year is New Year's. My favorite place to be on New Year's is with family and friends in Japan. There's always good times, great food, and awesome Japanese TV! This year was absolutely perfect. I always take vacation time from work, and this year I started it a little earlier because there was a chance I was headed out to Bangladesh on business right after New Year's. Luckily, I didn't end up going so I could really enjoy sitting around on my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know from &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-road-again.html"&gt;last year's post&lt;/a&gt;, Mrs. Slim is phenomenal in the kitchen and very good at keeping up the Japanese traditions around Chez Slim. This year, however, I think she knocked one out of the park. There are different foods you are supposed to eat, at different times, for different reasons, throughout the New Year's holiday in Japan, which spans from 31 December to 3 January, officially. Below I've got some photos from our New Year's Eve mange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R5SO9uSdo0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1lbYNjxcsDY/s1600-h/IMG_9621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R5SO9uSdo0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1lbYNjxcsDY/s400/IMG_9621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157904664294695746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some cold soba noodles; ALL Japanese people eat soba to get ready for the New Year. It's called Toshikoshi Soba. The long noodles are a symbol of long life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4zEc-SdoxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9SzblEcjzj8/s1600-h/IMG_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4zEc-SdoxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9SzblEcjzj8/s400/IMG_9626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155711675468194578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife chose to eat her soba hot, in some soup with spinach... I snuck a taste , it rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4zDouSdowI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gaW9EItoyAk/s1600-h/IMG_9629cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4zDouSdowI/AAAAAAAAAUc/gaW9EItoyAk/s400/IMG_9629cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155710777820029698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big plate up in the top right corner is &lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/r/e106.html"&gt;tempura&lt;/a&gt;. Mrs. Slim's tempura was shrimp, shitake mushrooms, squid, green peppers, and sliced sweet potato. To the left of the tempura plate is &lt;a href="http://japanesefood.about.com/od/pork/r/shumai.htm"&gt;Shumai&lt;/a&gt;. Below and to the right of the Shumai is &lt;a href="http://en.wikibooks.org/wiki/Cookbook:Inarizushi"&gt;Inarizushi&lt;/a&gt;, or sushi in a bean-bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim, food by Mrs. Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4865528901741957442?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4865528901741957442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4865528901741957442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4865528901741957442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4865528901741957442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve-food.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve Food'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4zGJeSdozI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-RVw43RinGU/s72-c/IMG_9635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4845096256522403744</id><published>2008-01-15T00:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:14.680+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell That Was</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we have a winner of sorts. I'd like to move on with some more stuff for Capicola, so I'm taking the closest guess to What the Hell That Is? Congratulations to gwenmami for being the closest to What the Hell Is That? Here's the actual guess; it's as if you were looking right into the mind of gwenmami, let's take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://openid.aol.com/gwenmami" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"&gt;gwenmami&lt;/a&gt;  said...&lt;p&gt;It's a ham sandwich on white bread oozing with French's yellow mustard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="comment-timestamp"&gt;9:18 AM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Technically speaking, this is What The Hell That Was: Braunschweiger and onions on toast with yellow mustard. Cheese was never in the mix, nor will it ever be. I would have been satisfied with Liverwurst or Braunschweiger and Mustard sandwich. The specifics I was looking for were Liverwurst or Braunschweiger, and then yellow mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4vw4uSdorI/AAAAAAAAAT0/i1aM4o3avHQ/s1600-h/IMG_6469notzoomed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4vw4uSdorI/AAAAAAAAAT0/i1aM4o3avHQ/s400/IMG_6469notzoomed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155479055744475826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's What The Hell That Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4vxueSdosI/AAAAAAAAAT8/U8aB88zY-uQ/s1600-h/IMG_6460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4vxueSdosI/AAAAAAAAAT8/U8aB88zY-uQ/s400/IMG_6460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155479979162444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fixin's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4vy7eSdotI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rzRQHdUmJHE/s1600-h/IMG_6464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4vy7eSdotI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rzRQHdUmJHE/s400/IMG_6464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155481302012371666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goods, 95% Assembled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwenmami, please email me your mailing address to tokyoslim at yahoo.com, so I can send your prize. If you had guessed correctly, you would have received something from &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/capicola"&gt;Capicola Goods&lt;/a&gt;, but since you were only "the closest" you get another prize that you can only get from Japan. I'm sure you'll love it, even if you are from Japan and could get it yourself, you'll still think its cool!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4845096256522403744?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4845096256522403744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4845096256522403744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4845096256522403744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4845096256522403744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-hell-that-was.html' title='What The Hell That Was'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R4vw4uSdorI/AAAAAAAAAT0/i1aM4o3avHQ/s72-c/IMG_6469notzoomed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-370287335687819239</id><published>2007-12-28T13:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:14.897+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell Is That?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, I decided about a year ago that I wanted to have a little contest, but was undecided on some issues with this site. I've since then pulled my head out, and now present to you, What The Hell Is That?! Below is a photo I took of an "object" in my house. The first person to correctly guess what the hell this is will receive an item from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.cafepress.com/capicola"&gt;Capicola Goods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; and the privilege of looking down your nose at the losers. You've gotta be moderately specific to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3SE8uSdonI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wb0WdPtaoMw/s1600-h/IMG_6469zoomed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3SE8uSdonI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wb0WdPtaoMw/s400/IMG_6469zoomed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148886452743807602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Drop your guess in the comment section, and don't forget to leave your name, so you can get your awesome prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;amp;postID=370287335687819239&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;Comments now CLOSED.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update, January 9, 2008:&lt;br /&gt;So far there are some really good guesses, a few odd ones, and some suggestions that make me question further association with humanity. I'm gonna give it a few more days before I decide who is the closest or who guesses  What the Hell That Is. Keep the guesses coming in, and don't forget to leave your name.&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-370287335687819239?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/370287335687819239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=370287335687819239&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/370287335687819239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/370287335687819239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-hell-is-that.html' title='What The Hell Is That?!'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3SE8uSdonI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wb0WdPtaoMw/s72-c/IMG_6469zoomed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-8342322998619313900</id><published>2007-12-27T23:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:15.851+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Crabs</title><content type='html'>It's not every birthday that you get crabs, especially from your spouse, but this year I did! Below is a picture of the crabs my wife gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3O3_-SdojI/AAAAAAAAASk/iaZ-h9SdH90/s1600-h/IMG_9598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3O3_-SdojI/AAAAAAAAASk/iaZ-h9SdH90/s400/IMG_9598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148661108694688306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was just crab legs and claws. I'm sure you weren't thinking something else... They were delicious, and there's still a little bit left in the freezer. Thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After emailing some old friends from NY about Izakaya food today, I decided to make my birthday meal even better. So Mrs. Slim and I hit the store and then whipped up an awesome birthday feast. Thanks again babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3O99eSdokI/AAAAAAAAASs/l--qBlKDrrg/s1600-h/IMG_9599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3O99eSdokI/AAAAAAAAASs/l--qBlKDrrg/s400/IMG_9599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148667662814782018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some asparagus wrapped in bacon. I rolled them up, then dusted them with garlic powder and crushed black pepper. Mrs. Slim sauteed them up to perfection. Freakin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3PA4uSdolI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nygX1ry_3Po/s1600-h/IMG_9600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3PA4uSdolI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nygX1ry_3Po/s400/IMG_9600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148670879745286738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the picture is not very good, these bad boys are broiled leeks with miso paste and mozzarella cheese. I broiled the leeks in the toaster oven until lightly browned on both sides, then smeared on the miso paste, sprinkled with mozzarella and threw them back in the oven for a bit. I couldn't love a human baby more than I love these leeks. In fact, if you killed someone and then brought me these to eat, I'd probably not turn you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3PEcuSdomI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Exmw887NP3E/s1600-h/IMG_9601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3PEcuSdomI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Exmw887NP3E/s400/IMG_9601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148674796755460706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife found these huge pork cutlets marinated in ginger at the store today for 80 yen each. That's like around 70 cents a piece!! We bought two of them and two rib steaks. I seasoned the steaks with balsamic vinegar, garlic and thyme, then threw them all on the grill; kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, an awesome birthday was Stretch Armstrong, cake and ice cream. A few years later, an awesome birthday meant a night out with the boys, booze, strippers. Fast forward to today at 34 years old, an awesome birthday is good food at my house with my family... and strippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;Food by Tokyo Slim and Mrs. Slim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-8342322998619313900?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/8342322998619313900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=8342322998619313900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8342322998619313900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8342322998619313900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-crabs.html' title='Birthday Crabs'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R3O3_-SdojI/AAAAAAAAASk/iaZ-h9SdH90/s72-c/IMG_9598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-5585881032558771264</id><published>2007-12-18T22:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:17.835+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Jesus!!</title><content type='html'>So back in the spring (yes, I'm aware its almost New Year's) I did a little traveling around the Tohoku area. Not very unusual for me, however, what I found was a little something out of the ordinary. I could give an intro to what I found, but the road sign below pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fUheSdoaI/AAAAAAAAARc/pMAe_AZlwX4/s1600-h/IMG_8275a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fUheSdoaI/AAAAAAAAARc/pMAe_AZlwX4/s400/IMG_8275a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145314770825355682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also spend some time typing what is in this next picture, or I could just let you read it. Hmm, what's a guy to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fVVeSdobI/AAAAAAAAARk/VR6Ep3SaRnA/s1600-h/IMG_8235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fVVeSdobI/AAAAAAAAARk/VR6Ep3SaRnA/s400/IMG_8235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145315664178553266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, here's Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fZhuSdocI/AAAAAAAAARs/oCrBlR4KP2w/s1600-h/IMG_8240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fZhuSdocI/AAAAAAAAARs/oCrBlR4KP2w/s400/IMG_8240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145320272678461890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember reading about Jesus's brother, Isukiri (aka Mr. Casual) above? Well here's the final resting place of the two brothers, not quite like their bunk beds were back in the manger. Note: being a Buddhist, I kinda lost track of Jesus after X-Mas night, just assuming he grew up in that manger also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fan-SdodI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1hqafjcsgKQ/s1600-h/IMG_8255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fan-SdodI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1hqafjcsgKQ/s400/IMG_8255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145321479564272082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, this was when Jesus came down and Smited my ass for talkin' shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fbmuSdoeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/taUB4_JJfi0/s1600-h/IMG_8256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fbmuSdoeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/taUB4_JJfi0/s400/IMG_8256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145322557601063394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are some of the goods by your religion's leading dude, or dudette. Just insert his/her name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2femOSdofI/AAAAAAAAASE/pS6xZV_GQn8/s1600-h/IMG_8230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2femOSdofI/AAAAAAAAASE/pS6xZV_GQn8/s400/IMG_8230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145325847546012146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2ffL-SdogI/AAAAAAAAASM/CcgvOlVqjQM/s1600-h/IMG_8263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2ffL-SdogI/AAAAAAAAASM/CcgvOlVqjQM/s400/IMG_8263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145326496086073858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2ff0OSdohI/AAAAAAAAASU/9GCrnwCFZoA/s1600-h/IMG_8264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2ff0OSdohI/AAAAAAAAASU/9GCrnwCFZoA/s400/IMG_8264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145327187575808530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fgl-SdoiI/AAAAAAAAASc/igmjV7zcl2Y/s1600-h/IMG_8269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fgl-SdoiI/AAAAAAAAASc/igmjV7zcl2Y/s400/IMG_8269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145328042274300450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last pic's info:&lt;br /&gt;Aperature: F/22,&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Speed: .3 sec&lt;br /&gt;Focal Length: 30mm&lt;br /&gt;ISO: 400&lt;br /&gt;Color Space: sRGB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I went through some Christian-type education, and I've perused the Christian "Book O' Rules"; gotta say, I didn't remember the part where Jesus' bro pulled the ole Folger's Switch on the cross. I also didn't remember the part where he  moved to Japan, but according to the sign its true, 'cause Jesus said so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-5585881032558771264?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/5585881032558771264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=5585881032558771264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/5585881032558771264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/5585881032558771264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-jesus.html' title='Oh Jesus!!'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R2fUheSdoaI/AAAAAAAAARc/pMAe_AZlwX4/s72-c/IMG_8275a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-3930385408749090844</id><published>2007-12-09T22:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:18.786+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Up North</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so it looks like there won't be any surgery on the ole neck until I lose control of my bowels, according to the Neurosurgeon. Not exactly the news I wanted, but I've been waiting for a reason to take a shit at the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;schedulers&lt;/span&gt; meeting...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back from Hawaii, and leave again tomorrow for a few days of "work" at Yokota.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics from the North Shore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v0nTbPTII/AAAAAAAAAQs/ss4fgxe-TeA/s1600-h/IMG_9551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v0nTbPTII/AAAAAAAAAQs/ss4fgxe-TeA/s400/IMG_9551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141972355640151170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North Shore, looking south from Banzai Beach, no good shots of the Banzai Pipeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v1GjbPTJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rrRSEt1Lcs4/s1600-h/IMG_9553a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v1GjbPTJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rrRSEt1Lcs4/s400/IMG_9553a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141972892511063186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus here should be on the store's name, not the woman and her polka-dotted ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v1dzbPTKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LKhQ6L_Jw1k/s1600-h/IMG_9554a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v1dzbPTKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LKhQ6L_Jw1k/s400/IMG_9554a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141973291943021730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal was to get Shave Ice from Matsumoto's and one from Aoki's and then compare. I decided, after powering through Matsumoto's, that it would not be advisable to get another, as I could not feel my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v2fDbPTLI/AAAAAAAAARE/N-yS37T-YzI/s1600-h/IMG_9562a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v2fDbPTLI/AAAAAAAAARE/N-yS37T-YzI/s400/IMG_9562a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141974412929486002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was heading out of Haleiwa, the sun decided to do stuff through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v3lTbPTMI/AAAAAAAAARM/nN6pEn5EKIQ/s1600-h/IMG_9534a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v3lTbPTMI/AAAAAAAAARM/nN6pEn5EKIQ/s400/IMG_9534a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141975619815296194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an awesome tree next to the Waialua Sugar Mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R10ZITbPTNI/AAAAAAAAARU/4SIrPzuK8IY/s1600-h/IMG_9538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R10ZITbPTNI/AAAAAAAAARU/4SIrPzuK8IY/s400/IMG_9538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142293979971144914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo's by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-3930385408749090844?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3930385408749090844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=3930385408749090844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3930385408749090844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3930385408749090844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/12/up-north.html' title='Up North'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R1v0nTbPTII/AAAAAAAAAQs/ss4fgxe-TeA/s72-c/IMG_9551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-6950617523783780877</id><published>2007-11-29T10:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:19.827+09:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Stop; Malasadas</title><content type='html'>Aloha, I made it safe and sound. I picked up the rental car and took a slight deviation from securing my billet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R04V9sXeLxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UeSX7ArKcLY/s1600-h/IMG_9472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R04V9sXeLxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UeSX7ArKcLY/s400/IMG_9472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138068374502125330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R04WXcXeLyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7kAD_mRwcW4/s1600-h/IMG_9473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R04WXcXeLyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/7kAD_mRwcW4/s400/IMG_9473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138068816883756834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R04YM8XeLzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/cqOgUN8ylkY/s1600-h/IMG_9475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R04YM8XeLzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/cqOgUN8ylkY/s400/IMG_9475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138070835518385970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have better pics, but I really couldn't wait any longer to tear into these bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-6950617523783780877?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6950617523783780877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=6950617523783780877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6950617523783780877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6950617523783780877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/1st-stop-malasadas.html' title='1st Stop; Malasadas'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R04V9sXeLxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UeSX7ArKcLY/s72-c/IMG_9472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7642935929030330834</id><published>2007-11-28T07:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:20.019+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Aloha</title><content type='html'>Well, if you know Tokyo Slim, you know I don't travel without my posse. Who's in the posse? Searing neck pain. I'm sure you've heard of him, we've been together for years; I think we first met around 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some sad news though, the posse might finally be breaking up. Due to advances in medical technology, MRI's have discovered herniated discs in my spine. I was told "a couple." All comm has been brief and by phone since the MRI, so I really don't know everything. I will soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a few short hours, I'm a headed down to the Hawaii to get the thing that totes my noggin around checked out. If surgery can be done, and they can fit me in, my stay will be extended. Of course, the posse is rollin wit me, searing neck pain and my travel partner with lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely unrelated to the issue at hand, here's a pic of some stairs I built with Kid 1 for her school project. They were clamped up to a table we built waiting for the glue to dry. They go inside a pyramid, which is next to them.  More pics of the final project when I come back from the Hawaii.  Aloha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0yc-MXeLwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hIYtB_-07xY/s1600-h/IMG_9374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0yc-MXeLwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hIYtB_-07xY/s400/IMG_9374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137653867208388354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7642935929030330834?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7642935929030330834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7642935929030330834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7642935929030330834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7642935929030330834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-bit-of-aloha.html' title='A Little Bit of Aloha'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0yc-MXeLwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hIYtB_-07xY/s72-c/IMG_9374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7639336448597626613</id><published>2007-11-27T22:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:20.266+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbling On Excellence</title><content type='html'>Ok, so there's a Japanese dude thats an up and coming artist that has really caught my and my wife's eye. I wish him the best of luck, because I feel his artwork is very special. I'm considering employing him to do some more pieces for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Izakaya"&gt;Izakaya&lt;/a&gt; I want to open when I finish my current gig. My man was cool enough to do some drawings of me and my family, but thats not what he normally does. His plans are not to become "that guy at the fair that does caricatures". That's what makes these pieces so special to us. Here's a pic of what he's done on sheets of plywood for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0wbTsXeLvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vwYWvCOhzCo/s1600-h/IMG_9418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0wbTsXeLvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vwYWvCOhzCo/s400/IMG_9418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137511300063964914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's meanings in the Kanjii and meanings of the red suns in the pictures that I can't get into for now, but if you are really curious, I can divulge a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7639336448597626613?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7639336448597626613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7639336448597626613&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7639336448597626613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7639336448597626613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/stumbling-on-excellence.html' title='Stumbling On Excellence'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0wbTsXeLvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vwYWvCOhzCo/s72-c/IMG_9418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-8549168245875438854</id><published>2007-11-25T22:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:20.976+09:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Hands of Another Man</title><content type='html'>So my friend H.R. (Not to be confused with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H.R._Pufnstuf"&gt;H.R.Pufnstuf&lt;/a&gt;) has some skills in the photographic area. He's a film cat by trade, but I been tryin' to convert his retro-ass to the world of digital. Why? Cause I'm a dick and want to see him drop a few hundred dollars, muhahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my attempt to get him hooked on digital, I let him wield my travel partner for a few minutes. Click to enlarge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0l8l8XeLsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QM-Q0wJCnm4/s1600-h/IMG_9384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0l8l8XeLsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QM-Q0wJCnm4/s400/IMG_9384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136773841294339778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man vs Machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0l9lMXeLtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ye0e4B78JJA/s1600-h/IMG_9392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0l9lMXeLtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Ye0e4B78JJA/s400/IMG_9392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136774927921065682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's done, bring it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0l_VsXeLuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Y-7kLAxFnyU/s1600-h/IMG_9411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0l_VsXeLuI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Y-7kLAxFnyU/s400/IMG_9411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136776860656348898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing my 50mm lens on the new ABU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by H.R. Un-pufnstuf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-8549168245875438854?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/8549168245875438854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=8549168245875438854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8549168245875438854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8549168245875438854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-hands-of-another-man.html' title='In The Hands of Another Man'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/R0l8l8XeLsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QM-Q0wJCnm4/s72-c/IMG_9384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-2815048407699011794</id><published>2007-10-30T23:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:21.726+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it Been That Long?</title><content type='html'>Wow, the time has just flown by. We just got out of an exercise and I haven't done shit here for almost the whole month. My apologies. Some updates would include getting back out to Momiji (Maple Tree)s Mountain for the second year. It was awesome again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydEh5SxGHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pxL4Kv1d_d4/s1600-h/IMG_9338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydEh5SxGHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pxL4Kv1d_d4/s400/IMG_9338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127142049890506866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Kid#2, being herself. Her &lt;strike through=""&gt;sense of humor&lt;/strike&gt; level of retardation appears to be in line with Dad, according to Mrs. Slim. I found it funny enough to take a picture, so I guess Mrs. Slim is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydIe5SxGII/AAAAAAAAAPM/fQg5e_7ZdN8/s1600-h/IMG_9358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydIe5SxGII/AAAAAAAAAPM/fQg5e_7ZdN8/s400/IMG_9358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127146396397410434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cool old dude selling some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oden"&gt;Oden&lt;/a&gt;. That's Kid #2 waiting for a handout after payment. I don't know who the weird woman is on the right, but I really wish her face didn't get in my picture.  I'm guessing she's left handed, has three Abba albums, and might not have tonsils anymore. Why would I guess that? Why the hell not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydL9JSxGKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VxDjFLX0azg/s1600-h/IMG_9306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydL9JSxGKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VxDjFLX0azg/s400/IMG_9306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127150214623336610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These folks are blurry because of their atheism. Or because I kept the shutter open longer for low light conditions. You choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydPdJSxGMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/W4oMTeOPjkM/s1600-h/IMG_9352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydPdJSxGMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/W4oMTeOPjkM/s400/IMG_9352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127154062914033858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, did I finally get around to showing some maple trees? Yeah, I guess so. It takes forever to upload pictures and I'm tired, so that's all you're getting for now. I might put more pics up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-2815048407699011794?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2815048407699011794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=2815048407699011794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2815048407699011794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2815048407699011794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/10/has-it-been-that-long.html' title='Has it Been That Long?'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RydEh5SxGHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pxL4Kv1d_d4/s72-c/IMG_9338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-3111463117391167867</id><published>2007-10-09T21:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:21.855+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Lesson: Sounds</title><content type='html'>Hey there, boys and girls! Welcome back to another installment of Capicola! Today we are going to discuss the wonderful world of sound! Sounds are all around us. Sounds can make us happy, like money riffling out of an ATM!  Sounds can make us hungry, like bacon sizzling in the pan! Then there's email replies, like this one from Mars Snackfood US:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; In response to your email regarding M&amp;amp;M'S CHOCOLATE CANDIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pleased to hear you enjoy our M&amp;amp;M'S CHOCOLATE CANDIES and appreciate your taking the time to tell us so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Marketing Staff is continually working on new ideas.  Although we cannot say what they are, we hope you will continue to watch and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friends at Mars Snackfood US &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like M&amp;amp;M's coming out with a &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter-to-m.html"&gt;new flavor that Tokyo Slim won't get credit for&lt;/a&gt;... I bet it's that dirtbag "Red" that stole my idea. That shifty son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rwt_De08F0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ap3VLArFTfg/s1600-h/red2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rwt_De08F0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ap3VLArFTfg/s400/red2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119325099228141378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo not by Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Mars: When I was a kid, and my sister had an awesome idea, it would go down like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I've got an awesome idea; Peanut butter, jelly, and butterscotch chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Slim's Sister: I'm pleased to hear you enjoy peanut butter and jelly, and appreciate your taking the time to tell me so. I'm continually working on new ideas.  Although I cannot say what they are, I hope you will continue to watch and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... You should try my new idea; Peanut butter, jelly, and butterscotch chips. I hear its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my man Ross says, there's a hater born every 5 minutes... 4:55, 4:56, 4:57...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-3111463117391167867?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3111463117391167867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=3111463117391167867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3111463117391167867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3111463117391167867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-lesson-sounds.html' title='Today&apos;s Lesson: Sounds'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rwt_De08F0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/ap3VLArFTfg/s72-c/red2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-2440375186999532204</id><published>2007-09-25T23:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:22:43.549+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in September</title><content type='html'>Better than Christmas in July, its Easter in September. Am I the only Buddhist that celebrates this video? "thanks easter bunny, bawk, bawk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tg-TwaxTPSs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tg-TwaxTPSs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-2440375186999532204?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2440375186999532204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=2440375186999532204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2440375186999532204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2440375186999532204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/easter-in-september.html' title='Easter in September'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-713883112199235890</id><published>2007-09-25T22:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:22.172+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-engaging the M&amp;M and More</title><content type='html'>Ok, so if you were wondering about what happened with &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter-to-m.html"&gt;the letter to M&amp;amp;M's&lt;/a&gt;, you are not alone. I swung by their website and copy and pasted the same message as before. Maybe hotmail deleted it as junk automatically, so I will keep a close eye on the junk mail folder this time. Also this time, I noticed that, according to their website, you get a response within 2-3 business days.  Because I'm a super guy, I'll give them 4. If I get no response then, its go time. More to come sooner than last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what happened after nearly fifteen years? I finally got the elusive marksman ribbon. Want a trip down ole memory lane? &lt;a href="http://tokyo-slim.blogspot.com/2005/06/results.html"&gt;Click here for my story about marksmanship&lt;/a&gt; that happened a few years ago, on this blog's beginnings. I never got a reply about the rib removal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could possibly be more exciting than that? Okay, how about the fact that I ordered the new ABU (Airman Battle Uniform) from &lt;a href="http://www.uscav.com/"&gt;uscav.com&lt;/a&gt; today? Some sizes are limited right now, but it's a shorter time to get them from uscav than MCSS. I'm jumping on board with this new uniform, been wearing the same shit for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, except I recently came across a photo of a Wingman. Gen. Jumper would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvkPf-08FzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_AY59PhPfak/s1600-h/buffalo-wingman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvkPf-08FzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_AY59PhPfak/s400/buffalo-wingman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114135893971310386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo not by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-713883112199235890?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/713883112199235890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=713883112199235890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/713883112199235890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/713883112199235890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-engaging-m-and-more.html' title='Re-engaging the M&amp;M and More'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvkPf-08FzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_AY59PhPfak/s72-c/buffalo-wingman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-3034263084433679413</id><published>2007-09-23T19:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:22.910+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Delivery</title><content type='html'>Hey, in case you were wondering what the dish my wife bought looks like, &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/creative-juices.html"&gt;from the last post&lt;/a&gt;,  here it is with some of our dinner in it. Click to enlarge all pics, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvZAUO08FwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cZM3TQLcxQw/s1600-h/IMG_9158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvZAUO08FwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cZM3TQLcxQw/s400/IMG_9158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113345143247476482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my eye on an electric fish roaster since I got back from the Alaska, and today, I made my move on it. This was her maiden voyage. My favorite fish, the Hoke, with a hiraki cut. Hiraki means  split down the  top, hinged on the belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvZBsO08FxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/g4yRtiQfIGs/s1600-h/IMG_9159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvZBsO08FxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/g4yRtiQfIGs/s400/IMG_9159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113346655075964690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know, the official/traditional/proper way to serve fish in Japan is head to the left or belly towards the person eating. Sleep better knowing that. I also cooked some salmon cuts tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvZGDO08FyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o5cKkFsQ_1g/s1600-h/IMG_9163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvZGDO08FyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/o5cKkFsQ_1g/s400/IMG_9163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113351448259467042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hind-sight, I'd say say I placed the fish the wrong way in the dish; the handles should have been to the left and right in order to view the fish in the horizontal. I'm not sure what the proper way is on this cut of fish. In Japan, food is like a good joke; the delivery is key. The flavor is important, but if you present it the wrong way, you've screwed it up in the grand scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did it taste good? You bet your ass it did, and here is why: The fish roaster worked like a champ and my recipe is always spot on. Drizzle on the sake, then sprinkle on the salt; the rest is up to the fish. The Salmon was from Aomori and the Hoke was from Hokkaido; both in Japan and from cold waters. In Japan, you can buy Salmon from Chile, but I'd rather not eat fish from warm water, so I go for the northern Japan variety. When it comes to Hoke, you can get the Hokkaido or Russian versions. I stick with Japan, as Russia never hooked me up with shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-3034263084433679413?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3034263084433679413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=3034263084433679413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3034263084433679413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3034263084433679413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/delivery.html' title='The Delivery'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvZAUO08FwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cZM3TQLcxQw/s72-c/IMG_9158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7417746399810782993</id><published>2007-09-23T09:24:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:23.629+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Juices</title><content type='html'>Well, we were out shopping yesterday, looking at dishes and pottery type stuff, which can be &lt;strike&gt;mind-numbing&lt;/strike&gt; great fun. While I do enjoy eating straight from the pizza box, plates can be cool sometimes, I suppose. We bought a few things. My wife picked a cool serving dish shaped like a leaf. Here's some items that I picked up. Click to enlarge all pics, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvWz6e08FsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dtKV9ayGjZw/s1600-h/IMG_9145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113190769237956290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvWz6e08FsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dtKV9ayGjZw/s400/IMG_9145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvW0Z-08FtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2PXEpZ7oz-4/s1600-h/IMG_9147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113191310403835602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvW0Z-08FtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2PXEpZ7oz-4/s400/IMG_9147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once I got this stuff home, this is what I did with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvW2be08FuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/K_FbHYSxW0M/s1600-h/IMG_9150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113193535196894946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvW2be08FuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/K_FbHYSxW0M/s400/IMG_9150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the plants from a different store and had to snip most of their roots off to fit them in the little holes. My thinking is, they won't need as many roots if they have more exposure to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvW3IO08FvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pquOm_IDv_4/s1600-h/IMG_9156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113194303996040946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvW3IO08FvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pquOm_IDv_4/s400/IMG_9156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it turned out pretty cool. Hopefully the plants live... If not, I guess we'll have two new serving dishes and some random crap to collect dust.&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7417746399810782993?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7417746399810782993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7417746399810782993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7417746399810782993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7417746399810782993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/creative-juices.html' title='Creative Juices'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RvWz6e08FsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dtKV9ayGjZw/s72-c/IMG_9145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-2033044851662792025</id><published>2007-09-13T00:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:24.787+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Rice Art</title><content type='html'>Alright, I just don't lie. I told you I had something totally awesome, and here it is:  In the town of Inakadate, they have been making art for the last few years in the rice fields outside of the Inakadate city office. They plant different types of rice, which are different colors, in patterns to form pictures of famous paintings in the rice fields. This year, they have combined two &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hokusai"&gt;Hokusai paintings&lt;/a&gt; into one.&lt;br /&gt;If you are in Japan, come see this shit; if you aren't, come see this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RugP0U2gOeI/AAAAAAAAANU/vXTBeudCcsE/s1600-h/IMG_9046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RugP0U2gOeI/AAAAAAAAANU/vXTBeudCcsE/s400/IMG_9046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109351168876755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got there earlier, the sun would have been in front of us, not casting a shadow of the city office onto the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RugQhU2gOfI/AAAAAAAAANc/u5Ybr0NcH5o/s1600-h/IMG_9028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RugQhU2gOfI/AAAAAAAAANc/u5Ybr0NcH5o/s400/IMG_9028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109351941970868722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Slimlings checkin' in out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RugRIU2gOgI/AAAAAAAAANk/1mKcLzM4MQo/s1600-h/IMG_9051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RugRIU2gOgI/AAAAAAAAANk/1mKcLzM4MQo/s400/IMG_9051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109352611985766914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the Slimlings getting a closer look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Ruhj602gOhI/AAAAAAAAANs/5ez4TDgk-Uo/s1600-h/IMG_9053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Ruhj602gOhI/AAAAAAAAANs/5ez4TDgk-Uo/s400/IMG_9053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109443639522638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RuhlTk2gOiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Io6ACXtbbd8/s1600-h/IMG_9073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RuhlTk2gOiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Io6ACXtbbd8/s400/IMG_9073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109445164236028450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late summer dragon fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyoslim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-2033044851662792025?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2033044851662792025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=2033044851662792025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2033044851662792025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2033044851662792025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-rice-art.html' title='Your Rice Art'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RugP0U2gOeI/AAAAAAAAANU/vXTBeudCcsE/s72-c/IMG_9046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-5217539601942249044</id><published>2007-09-04T21:50:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:24.985+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, Repairs, and Stuff in "Quotes"</title><content type='html'>So just to let you know, there's still no reply from M&amp;M's on the new flavor idea. I'll be updating as soon as I hear something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something totally awesome to go check out this weekend. I heard about this place but never knew exactly where it was. Now I know and will be headed out early Saturday morning. Hint: rice and art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst in the Alaska, I was tossing the old pig skin around with "Me and my Ego" and "B" when I dislocated my Pinky finger *twice. I went to get repaired today and it turns out there was a fracture, but it already started to heal. I'm in a splint now to straighten the little guy out. The splint is flesh-toned like a prosthesis and, apparently, the only flesh tone the splint comes in is "white dude"; so much for diversity. Watch out for the medical "man", he's a real prick. Anyways, I want it to stop feeling like it's gonna dislocate again, so they splinted it up for a week. If it doesn't stop doing that shit after that, they may have to take "other actions"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Once is bad luck, twice is sheer stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the ankle checked out. It didn't break, but after rolling it, then walking on rubble for a few months, and doing facing movements every morning on rubble putting up the flag, it healed quite crappily (word not recognized by Blogger's spell check). I've landed a waiver that has me not running until 20 October, and some physical therapy; Oh yeah! It's legit though, because I have a lot of limited movement and I can't stretch my calf out before running because the ankle is so jacked. Here's a pick a few days after the color started to leave and the swelling went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rt1cIaxVNJI/AAAAAAAAANM/3IVXHticCJs/s1600-h/IMG_8802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rt1cIaxVNJI/AAAAAAAAANM/3IVXHticCJs/s400/IMG_8802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106338852202951826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice jugs, eh? As you can see, the injuries are better, back in Alaska. Photo by, and of, Tokyo Slim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-5217539601942249044?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/5217539601942249044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=5217539601942249044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/5217539601942249044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/5217539601942249044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/updates-repairs-and-stuff-in-quotes.html' title='Updates, Repairs, and Stuff in &quot;Quotes&quot;'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rt1cIaxVNJI/AAAAAAAAANM/3IVXHticCJs/s72-c/IMG_8802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-1920944302300364076</id><published>2007-09-03T17:13:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:25.154+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Altered Reality of Rape-Beer</title><content type='html'>So the other day we wanted to get out of the house and take a scenic drive next to the ocean. I decided on heading north up Route 338. It was very nice and we got out along the way several times to soak up what's left of the warm Summer rays with the added bonus of cool breezes off the ocean. We continued north until we hit Mutsu Bay, then headed west through Yokohama Town, which likes to be famous for rape. I guess a better way to say it is Nanohana. Remember the &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/10/32nd-flavor-volume-2-tasty-rape-cream.html"&gt;Tasty Rape Cream Post&lt;/a&gt; from last October? Nanohana means rape blossom, the flower of rapeseed, which is a major ingredient in vegetable oil and canola oil. Well, they're making their own beer from rape, so I bought two bottles, here they are, each around $4 a piece. Glad they came as singles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RtvDe6xVNII/AAAAAAAAANE/TqjT5UXIjp8/s1600-h/IMG_9001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RtvDe6xVNII/AAAAAAAAANE/TqjT5UXIjp8/s400/IMG_9001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105889538494248066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is an "Alt" and the one on the right, a "Kolsch." Although I've drank plenty of beer, I had no idea what these terms were, so a severe googling was in order. Here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altbier"&gt;Alt&lt;/a&gt;- Altbier (often abbreviated to Alt) is the name given to a form of pale ale that originated in Düsseldorf and the Rhineland region in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%B6lsch_%28beer%29"&gt;Kolsch&lt;/a&gt;- Kölsch is a local beer speciality, brewed in Cologne, Germany. It is a clear beer with a bright straw yellow hue, and it has a prominent, but not extreme, hoppiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how did they taste? Here were my results: They were both tasty, the Alt being more of an amber-ish beer. I liked the Alt better. But why was the Alt an amber beer when an Alt is supposed to be more of a pale ale? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further inspection of the back of the bottle, with lots of help from Mrs. Slim, revealed this beer did not contain Nanohana, was not brewed using water from Yokohama Town, and was not even brewed in Yokohama Town. It was brewed in Senboku, the prefecture south-west of Yokohama Town. So what the hell was going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can buy a souvenir anywhere, with that town, or state, or zoo, or prison's name on it, but most likely, the shit was made in Hong Kong. This, from what I can tell, was a way to get tourists to buy some beer with a cool label and a not so cool price. It was very good beer, but I would not get it again; too expensive and not really all that special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, before I see the question in your comments, yes, I felt raped on the price and sincerity of this beer. Photo by Tokyo Slim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-1920944302300364076?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1920944302300364076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=1920944302300364076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/1920944302300364076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/1920944302300364076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/09/altered-reality-of-rape-beer.html' title='The Altered Reality of Rape-Beer'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RtvDe6xVNII/AAAAAAAAANE/TqjT5UXIjp8/s72-c/IMG_9001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-2651826650482549613</id><published>2007-08-28T22:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:24:07.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to M&amp;M</title><content type='html'>Ok, so while I was in the Alaska, I ate a shit-ton of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meal%2C_Ready-to-Eat"&gt;MRE's&lt;/a&gt;. We had a hot breakfast and hot dinner, but lunch was with the Meals Rejected by Ethiopians. It got me to thinking, and so I decided to shoot out an email to the good folks at M&amp;M's : &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was recently on a military deployment where I became up-close and personal with the MRE (Meal Ready to Eat). Two of the MRE packs contained your two most awesome flavors of M&amp;amp;M candies; Peanut M&amp;M's and Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M's. They are in the Chicken Breast (Menu #5) and Chicken with Salsa (forgot Menu #). Now, it just so happens that these MRE packs are also moderately un-sucky, which, if you have to live on MRE’s, is a desirable factor. Needless to say, they are highly sought after and somewhat tough to get your hands on, unless you know how to handle a prison shiv.&lt;br /&gt;When I was lucky enough to get these MRE’s, I would save the M&amp;M’s until the afternoon and then savor them, slowly, much to the chagrin of my M&amp;amp;M-less co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of my &lt;strike&gt;ha ha you ain’t got none&lt;/strike&gt; savoring sessions, I thought about which M&amp;M flavor I liked most. It tore me up inside. Then, a fantastic thought occurred to me; why not combine these two awesome flavors into one; Peanut &amp; Peanut Butter M&amp;amp;M’s! Let’s face facts here, they both are awesome, and when you are eating one, you are comparing its appeal to the other. It’s like M&amp;M polygamy, which can only end up in jealousy, heartache, and ugly kids in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why don’t you guys combine these, and make something totally awesome?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve worked out a few names you could call them, but feel free to take your own, as I’m not too marketing savvy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. P&amp;amp;PBM&amp;M’s (Acronym-friendly for our military folks and pretty damn catchy if you ask me)&lt;br /&gt;2. Peanut Chaos&lt;br /&gt;3. Nuts Galore&lt;br /&gt;4. Ha Ha, You’ve got a Nut Allergy and Can’t Enjoy These (Negotiable)&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat Your Heart Out, George Washington Carver&lt;br /&gt;6. Tokyo Slim’s Nuts (you never know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me know what's up,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your M&amp;amp;M Lovin' Friend,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tokyo Slim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-2651826650482549613?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2651826650482549613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=2651826650482549613&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2651826650482549613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2651826650482549613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter-to-m.html' title='A Letter to M&amp;M'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-8162344885364040223</id><published>2007-08-25T09:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:25.454+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Slim in the House</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back from the Alaska and I've got a confession to make; for those people that say you can't hate something without experiencing it first, you are absolutely wrong. Alaska is the dumbest state and I was right for hating it before I ever went there, and now I can say it with even more confidence because I've been there. On the upside, I'm now part of that elite group that can say,"Back in Alaska..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was some nice mountain scenery, but the whole world is covered with mountains and I didn't find anything overly gorgeous. It just didn't offer up anything that I hadn't seen before, aside from bald eagles. There's a crap ton of them "back in Alaska" and they are slightly less majestic than I was led to believe. They do soar around trees and water and stuff, but they also cruise the mall parking lots looking for scraps like the zillions of ravens that I saw. Kind of a scavenger/free-loader now. Maybe it was all those years on the endangered species list that made it soft. Something to think about I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I worked with and for some of the most retarded National Guard people Missouri has to offer, I did make some really good friends from other places. Its really unfortunate that those idiots had to ruin an otherwise shitty time in such a stupid state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm home now and my time off is coming to an end. It'll be back to work for me in a few more days. I wanted to "cool off" a bit before I updated the blog, as I didn't want to say something hurtful that I didn't truly mean. To those people that were cool, thanks for keeping me sane-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of typical Alaskan wildlife. These things were everywhere, back in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rs-GaaxVNHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kLDVlrybt9o/s1600-h/IMG_8890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rs-GaaxVNHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kLDVlrybt9o/s400/IMG_8890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102444691255014514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-8162344885364040223?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/8162344885364040223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=8162344885364040223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8162344885364040223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8162344885364040223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/08/tokyo-slim-in-house.html' title='Tokyo Slim in the House'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rs-GaaxVNHI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kLDVlrybt9o/s72-c/IMG_8890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-3581628876939222044</id><published>2007-06-16T07:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:30:05.882+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramen Pilgrimage</title><content type='html'>I've been on leave for about two weeks but have remained quite busy. Thanks to the kids' school having so many days off throughout the year, their last day was Thursday. It kind of ruined my plans to hit Hokkaido before I left for Alaska, but we're heading out anyway now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sapporo"&gt;Sapporo&lt;/a&gt; is the capital of the Hokkaido prefecture and the motherland when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramen"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My wife swears by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shoyu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt;, but I find it boring and its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miso&lt;/span&gt; all the way for this kid. Anyway, we're headed out in a few minutes. Got hotel and ferry reservations, but we're missing one night's stay for a hotel and hope to grab something on the fly. Homelessness is eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a fence to finish putting up as soon as we get back, and about a day to spare before I head out of town. It's gonna be a tight schedule, but it wouldn't be "leave" if I was relaxed. At least I haven't worn any socks since it started, and I've got a kicking soul patch going, which are the two most important requirements to a good bit of time off from work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-3581628876939222044?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3581628876939222044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=3581628876939222044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3581628876939222044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3581628876939222044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/06/ramen-pilgrimage.html' title='Ramen Pilgrimage'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7273778117460667330</id><published>2007-05-28T21:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:44:40.446+09:00</updated><title type='text'>5-Head</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we were waiting on a light in traffic the other day, and I looked over to a Cell-Phone shop. Inside the shop was a female employee dealing with a customer. I couldn't help but notice that she had the largest forehead I've seen in quite some time. She had her hair pulled back, accentuating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nudged my wife and pointed it out. Here's how the conversation went down:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, babe, check out that chick's huge forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Holy cow! (Smack) Yer a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's not my fault its a huge forehead!?!!&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Her hair is pulled back.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know!!! It's like she's telling the world, "Hey!!! Hey!!!! Look at my huge forehead!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Sssshhh!! That's mean!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, that's what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: That's not a good hair style for her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Duhhh!!??!! Maybe she's trying to attract a huge-forehead-lovin' man? She's all," Hey, boys, check out this big, sexy, forehead action!"&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Shut up!! (Smack)&lt;br /&gt;Me: And then some dude without a Cell-Phone's all like"Ohhh Goddamn! That chick's forehead is hot!! I'd buy a cell-phone from her any day! Oh god, I just wanna thump it with my finger! I wanna feel it's firmness!"&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Your an asshole!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...yeah. It's big though, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: ... Light's Green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7273778117460667330?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7273778117460667330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7273778117460667330&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7273778117460667330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7273778117460667330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-head.html' title='5-Head'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4714863824949172625</id><published>2007-05-28T20:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:25.650+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hater's Karma</title><content type='html'>One of my least favorite places in the world is Alaska. It's really too bad, cause Alaska did nothing to me. It's those damn Wanna-Be's and Use-To-Be's that I really hate. I'm sure you've ran into them. Hell, the majority of the people who read this Blog know the ones that piss me off the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after my exposure to these morons, I took a stance on Alaska that was just unfair. I hated it. I hated Alaska and everyone that was from Alaska. I heard so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eff'ing&lt;/span&gt; much about Alaska, that it turned my stomach to hear one more word about the joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Old Buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Matay&lt;/span&gt; was all set to head to Alaska, but at damn-near the last minute of leaving Korea, his assignment to Alaska was changed to Virginia. Its cool though, cause Virginia's for lovers, so I hear, and I also didn't want to lump my man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Matay&lt;/span&gt; in with the rest of those Alaskan losers that don't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a few months here in Japan, when the war in Iraq was in full swing, I found out, much to my chagrin, where I was needed most; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mudda&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grabbin&lt;/span&gt;' Alaska. Why? To make water for the troops that were building a road through Annette Island. What is this project called? Operation Alaskan Road. Yup, they thought long and hard over that one I bet. But don't take my word for it, watch the video right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elmendorf.af.mil/shared/media/document/AFD-061129-089.wmv"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069575138229850466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rlq_unxXkWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eaAo0bQeDkw/s400/AFD-061129-110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elmendorf.af.mil/shared/media/document/AFD-061129-110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some words we've heard (and read) today, click them for definitions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metlakatla,_Alaska"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Metlakatla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elmendorf.af.mil/alcom/alaskanroad/index.asp"&gt;Operation Alaskan Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hater"&gt;Hater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Pickle+Weasle"&gt;Pickle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weasle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (actually not used anywhere in this post, but goddamn, its a funny word and the definition makes me laugh my ass off!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4714863824949172625?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4714863824949172625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4714863824949172625&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4714863824949172625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4714863824949172625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/05/haters-karma.html' title='A Hater&apos;s Karma'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rlq_unxXkWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eaAo0bQeDkw/s72-c/AFD-061129-110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-3990863568790726696</id><published>2007-05-15T22:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:11:09.673+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Cult</title><content type='html'>I don't often push music, but I came a cross a band recently that I just kinda dig. They're an Indie band called Cloud Cult, and I think they're the shit. The music, vocals and lyrics are all really good. The emotion of the lyrics is on a level I haven't heard in a long time, and I just think its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to post some songs I really like directly, but ran into some difficulties, so here's the links to those songs. Yeah, I know there's better places than YouTube out there, but a lot of people still only post to it, so that's why I seem to only reference to YouTube. Anyway, here's my two faves from Cloud Cult, go ahead and checkum out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMpOhwUTUwc"&gt;Pretty Voice&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMskKuG6Vsc"&gt;Chemicals Collide&lt;/a&gt;. They are both from the album &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Meaning-8-Cloud-Cult/dp/B000NQR7RK/ref=sr_1_1/102-5783553-3079312?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1179241096&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"The Meaning of 8"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-3990863568790726696?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3990863568790726696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=3990863568790726696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3990863568790726696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3990863568790726696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/05/cloud-cult.html' title='Cloud Cult'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-9104922813527428927</id><published>2007-05-08T23:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:26.487+09:00</updated><title type='text'>About Those Horses</title><content type='html'>So a couple of weeks ago, we drove up to Cape Shiriya, where the wild horses hang out. As we found the place, there were 3 horses in a fenced in area. Yeah, not exactly wild. Next to this was a gate controlled by motion sensor. I pulled through the gate and headed out to the lighthouse at the north-eastern-most point of mainland Japan. There was horse shit everywhere. I took some pictures, not too good, as it was a cold and windy overcast day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCU_r0FjUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iwXLL5I11ts/s1600-h/IMG_7754bloga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062209802978299202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCU_r0FjUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iwXLL5I11ts/s400/IMG_7754bloga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove all through this area seeing lots of evidence of horses, yet no horses. We finally gave up and drove back out to the gate. There they were. I pulled the Slim-mobile over and took a few more pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCWGb0FjVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GpseMvzBqR4/s1600-h/IMG_7781blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062211018454043986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCWGb0FjVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GpseMvzBqR4/s400/IMG_7781blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was probably around 8 horses in the area, and then 4 more came haulin' ass up to the spot from the coast. I got a little nervous and made the Slimlings get back in the van as they approached. I didn't quite know how "Wild" these horses were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCW0r0FjWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xGI3455F360/s1600-h/IMG_7794blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062211813022993762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCW0r0FjWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xGI3455F360/s400/IMG_7794blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That motion-sensor gate is the yellow and black thing behind the horses. These guys are wild, but they keep them partly contained to protect them from traffic. Good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCXqr0FjXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S1pHBgr_tm0/s1600-h/IMG_7811blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062212740735929714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCXqr0FjXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/S1pHBgr_tm0/s400/IMG_7811blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a young one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-9104922813527428927?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/9104922813527428927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=9104922813527428927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/9104922813527428927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/9104922813527428927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-those-horses.html' title='About Those Horses'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RkCU_r0FjUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/iwXLL5I11ts/s72-c/IMG_7754bloga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7374556313638608929</id><published>2007-05-01T17:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:27.901+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys, Yo</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know its been a while, and I'm sorry. But hey, I got monkey pics, so shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rjcugb0FjPI/AAAAAAAAALo/Lfske2h3aYk/s1600-h/IMG_7482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059563841130958066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rjcugb0FjPI/AAAAAAAAALo/Lfske2h3aYk/s400/IMG_7482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were all kinda bored and stuff, but then this one got a wild hair up his butt and started bouncing up and down on this chain thing. Yeah, chain thing. Look, these are zoological terms people, don't question me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RjcyF70FjRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lmfR6sx4MVg/s1600-h/IMG_7716blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059567783910935826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RjcyF70FjRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lmfR6sx4MVg/s400/IMG_7716blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RjcwFL0FjQI/AAAAAAAAALw/i9KEZWhUKOs/s1600-h/IMG_7724.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This group was huddled up, in a row, and I thought it was cool, till Junior gave me "The Steam Whistle". Then it turned awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rjcy1r0FjSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FqiQv-gjEjE/s1600-h/IMG_7724blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568604249689378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rjcy1r0FjSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FqiQv-gjEjE/s400/IMG_7724blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooh wooh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RjczLr0FjTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6c4Ovdaffas/s1600-h/IMG_7475blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059568982206811442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RjczLr0FjTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6c4Ovdaffas/s400/IMG_7475blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy looks like he's tossing a few algorithms around in his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, shit's been really busy again, but there's more pictures to come. I got some wild horses on the northeastern most point of mainland Japan and Cherry Blossom pics, so stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7374556313638608929?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7374556313638608929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7374556313638608929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7374556313638608929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7374556313638608929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/05/monkeys-yo.html' title='Monkeys, Yo'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rjcugb0FjPI/AAAAAAAAALo/Lfske2h3aYk/s72-c/IMG_7482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-260722530081528282</id><published>2007-04-18T21:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:03:41.485+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Newses</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Old news&lt;/u&gt;: My apologies for not posting in a few days. My homework for college has been a bit large lately and work has been keeping me pretty busy. Next week looks to be even busier, with lots more homework. Shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good news:&lt;/u&gt; My &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-hat-not-old-hat.html"&gt;new flash&lt;/a&gt; finally came in, and it's effin' gi-normous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bad news:&lt;/u&gt; Time has been scarce to mess with it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Awesome news:&lt;/u&gt; I've found a little slice of Utopia with free admission nearby. What's in there? Monkeys, in all their mite-picking, poop-flinging, grab-ass-tic-glory. Yeah, there'll be pictures, you can bet your ass on that. Monkeys. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;No news:&lt;/u&gt; I'm supposed to be heading out of town again soon, but just got word that there is no word. "They" will either spring it on me at the last minute (likely) or I won't be going after-all(excellent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other Gnews:&lt;/u&gt; On the Great Space Coaster, Gary Gnu's catch phrase was, "No Gnews is Good Gnews with Gary Gnu" but for some reason, he didn't put a "g" in front of "no". Oh, Gary, your attention to detail is gnegligent. If you don't remember the Great Space Coaster, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fzYMo9cJsE"&gt;this clip will take you back, Family Guy style.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-260722530081528282?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/260722530081528282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=260722530081528282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/260722530081528282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/260722530081528282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/newses.html' title='Newses'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-2326036427494932141</id><published>2007-04-09T22:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:18:02.134+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tough Questions: Finale...</title><content type='html'>We all know a good thing can't last, a mediocre thing too. Usually a crappy thing lasts longer than you want. Well, where the Tough Questions fall into, that's up to you, but the fact is, this is the last of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/Capicola/photo?authkey=3OvUhtxkE2I#5051424912284630562"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhpEMbJIviI/AAAAAAAAALg/2NwBtin7byE/s400/ramp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know the answer, try sneaking in a variable to the test. If it works, you win! If it doesn't, you get zero. Booo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/Capicola/photo?authkey=3OvUhtxkE2I#5051424907989663250"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhpEMLJIvhI/AAAAAAAAALY/XODkujRsjnI/s400/proton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know the answer and can't sneak in the variable, just make your own damn question. And then TOTALLY ROCK THAT BITCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/Capicola/photo?authkey=3OvUhtxkE2I#5051424903694695938"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhpEL7JIvgI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XxaK7arFQtI/s400/triangle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails, try making X= something offensive/suggestive. It's a sure-fire winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-2326036427494932141?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2326036427494932141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=2326036427494932141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2326036427494932141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2326036427494932141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/tough-questions-finale.html' title='The Tough Questions: Finale...'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-3410592788312515104</id><published>2007-04-08T01:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:10:52.379+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bank Job</title><content type='html'>During the trip to the Iwate Prefecture, we visited the city of Morioka. Pretty cool town. Lots of good restaurants, shopping, and history. One building I read about before we got there was on my list of things to see. Its the Morioka Bank, built in 1911. I've seen buildings that look like this in upstate NY, downtown Great Falls, MT, and other various places throughout "Any town, USA". I don't know shit about architecture, but I found this building to be really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as the last post, I loved it, but had trouble photographing it. The traffic kept me out of the street, bushes and trees hindered shots from a distance, and being on a busy corner it had traffic signals in front of it. &lt;br /&gt;Being built in 1911, I wanted to keep as much modern stuff out of the picture as possible, but it was just about impossible, so, I took around 30 different pictures and hoped for the best. I brought this one to Photoshop's world and tried my best to distract attention away from the modern stuff and focus just on the building itself. Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/TheBankMorioka/photo#5050718020797250994"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhfBR7JIvbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hWSgzYqWTZY/s400/IMG_7308cropped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original, cropped a lot, highlights adjusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/TheBankMorioka/photo#5050717969257643426"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhfBO7JIvaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3fGUPMcKKEg/s400/IMG_7308b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the same shot with Sepia Tones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/TheBankMorioka/photo#5050718046567054786"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhfBTbJIvcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Aplamv1NTVY/s400/IMG_7308croppedb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic Wrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/TheBankMorioka/photo#5050718072336858578"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhfBU7JIvdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ybpd61wcsCo/s400/IMG_7308croppedmmmauto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide how to explain this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to walk back to the Slim-mobile when I decided to photograph this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/TheBankMorioka/photo#5050726219889819106"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhfIvLJIveI/AAAAAAAAALA/2IEPWvXliSs/s400/IMG_7329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of the past. Two modern buildings with a reflection of the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/TheBankMorioka/photo#5050727783257914866"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhfKKLJIvfI/AAAAAAAAALI/b_JE8RjMAVI/s400/IMG_7336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is, zoomed in. Another reflection of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Photos most definitely by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-3410592788312515104?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3410592788312515104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=3410592788312515104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3410592788312515104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3410592788312515104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/bank-job.html' title='The Bank Job'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-6283783651140950988</id><published>2007-04-07T22:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:15:29.148+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Double-Take</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the trip today turned up no Cherry Blossoms; it's just too early up here. It was cool to go to a new prefecture though, and we had a good time. There were some really cool buildings, one of which is here. I just thought it was interesting, but as I took it, some powerlines were in the way, and no matter how I shot it, they were there. Well, I decided to load 'er up in Photo Shop and see what I could work.  Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5050680822085500258"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhefcrJIvWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KA_07PX9LbE/s400/IMG_7350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5050680834970402162"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhefdbJIvXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZckS3PAGjEo/s400/IMG_7350wireless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and the wireless version. Not too shabby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-6283783651140950988?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6283783651140950988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=6283783651140950988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6283783651140950988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6283783651140950988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/double-take.html' title='Double-Take'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7790286408447594037</id><published>2007-04-07T08:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T09:38:56.023+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hat, Not Old Hat</title><content type='html'>Well, after more than a year and half relationship with my travel partner and more than 7200 pictures together, he's finally getting a new hat. He's needed one for awhile, but his need for glasses was greater. Now, with the help of my tax refund, he'll finally have a little cover up top. This hat wasn't cheap, and I've been putting off this purchase for over a year. It should arrive in the mail next week. I'm excited for both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until it arrives, we're gonna hit the road this morning, traveling south to look for Cherry Blossoms in the Iwate Prefecture. It's the dark green section in the north. I'm located in the section above that, called Aomori Prefecture. We're like Iwate's Canada, without all the "eh?" talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iwate_Prefecture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a3/Japan_Iwate_large.png/235px-" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new, as we've mainly only traveled North, North-West and North-East. Got some travel prep, so that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's my travel partner's new hat, front and back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skylane.kjsl.com/~dave/580ex.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://skylane.kjsl.com/~dave/580ex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos not by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7790286408447594037?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7790286408447594037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7790286408447594037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7790286408447594037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7790286408447594037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-hat-not-old-hat.html' title='New Hat, Not Old Hat'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-2105324345959809996</id><published>2007-04-04T22:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:37:37.423+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Another Tough Question</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I finally got around to fixing the problem here. The pictures are back up, and should stay up for awhile. If you click on the newer pictures now, they take you to my Google photo album. It'll have to do for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking another Japanese language class this semester, so my time is somewhat limited again. I didn't really have to study too much during the last class, but I might have to actually apply myself in this one. This might slow down the new website development, but not by too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit pressed for time tonight, but I'll leave you with another installment of "The Tough Questions". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/Capicola/photo?authkey=3OvUhtxkE2I#5049564830668209458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOodbJIvTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/DXa9d7EqHDE/s400/heat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo not by Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-2105324345959809996?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2105324345959809996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=2105324345959809996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2105324345959809996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2105324345959809996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-and-another-tough-question.html' title='Update and Another Tough Question'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4829150788387449532</id><published>2007-04-03T01:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:29:12.623+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Has a Licking Problem</title><content type='html'>Ok, I came across this a few days ago, and I can't seem to get it out of my head. The more I check out other stuff, the more I see it, so I hope you see it here first. If you've already seen it, enjoy it again. I can't stop watching it. I can't stop singing the song either. I might seek help soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lBQWUR3u7U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lBQWUR3u7U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I would check out &lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/misc.php"&gt;Tooth Paste For Dinner&lt;/a&gt; for some other stuff. Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4829150788387449532?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4829150788387449532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4829150788387449532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4829150788387449532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4829150788387449532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/charles-has-licking-problem.html' title='Charles Has a Licking Problem'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7888694445823233956</id><published>2007-04-03T00:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:28.224+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RhEck5otrkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5tz4D7nhgcs/s1600-h/IMG_7089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048848077531491906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RhEck5otrkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5tz4D7nhgcs/s400/IMG_7089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm using this photo of Grilled Scallops I ordered in Aomori as a test photo post. Yeah, they were freakin' delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to check out the sidebar, to the right. Check out that pancake teaser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo by Tokyo Slim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7888694445823233956?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7888694445823233956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7888694445823233956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7888694445823233956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7888694445823233956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-test.html' title='Just a Test'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RhEck5otrkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5tz4D7nhgcs/s72-c/IMG_7089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4339908747273092263</id><published>2007-04-01T21:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:42:30.972+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Not April Fool's</title><content type='html'>So there's this part of my brain, we'll call him Sven, and he fires off (again) today with "Hey Slim, go look for snow". Then, that other part of my brain, we'll call him Steve, decides to argue with him. Steve's all like, "Hey Slim, there ain't no snow. This is one of them wussy winters" And Sven's all, "Yeah there is, you just gotta go a ways" and Steve's all, "whatever."&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's what me and Sven came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049527850999790834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOG07JIvPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tWSf-OI7BWo/s400/IMG_7167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tokyo Slim, in self portrait mode, with some snow in the background, but how much could there be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049526751488162914"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOF07JIvGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xEBFT3guh9w/s400/IMG_7190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, to help judge it all, here's one of the machines we met on the road. It carves its way through the roads. Yeah, peoples, this is Hakkoda Mountain. It was raining with not a speck of snow on the ground at my house this morning. Up here, the shit's deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049526760078097522"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOF1bJIvHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3QdFfKUS7U4/s400/IMG_7198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here's the Slim-Mobile. I pulled'er over and snapped a few hunderd pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049526768668032130"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOF17JIvII/AAAAAAAAAGI/CkJUPI5Eep0/s400/IMG_7199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Mrs. Slim and the Slimlings get to 3rd base with the wall of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049546559877332226"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOX17JIvQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/y_lf3aKzDzU/s400/IMG_7240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Mrs. Slim grabs a photo of me next to the tree-tops above someone's car. With 9 years in Minnesota and 9 years in upstate NY, this was the most snow I've ever seen, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049526785847901346"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOF27JIvKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jAuR8GM1D1M/s400/IMG_7222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;There's the Slim-Mobile, a la Matchbox. Yeah, those are pine tree tops poking through the snow. Is that cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049526798732803250"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOF3rJIvLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YjAuAGZuaGk/s400/IMG_7241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;If this was a mild winter, they may want to think about raising some of the road signs for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049526815912672450"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOF4rJIvMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fIp4J9rJrf4/s400/IMG_7253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is a river we crossed on the way up, I made sure I got a pic on the way back down. I think it turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049526824502607058"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOF5LJIvNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/o_CLShAsl2M/s400/IMG_7254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Same spot, zoomed in on some snow covered branches that hung over the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/thecalzone.com/YukiDatte/photo#5049526772962999442"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/thecalzone.com/RhOF2LJIvJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xDES_jhT-DM/s400/IMG_7210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the Tokyo Slim Seal of Approval. A much better way to leave your mark than yellow snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4339908747273092263?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4339908747273092263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4339908747273092263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4339908747273092263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4339908747273092263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-april-fools.html' title='Not April Fool&apos;s'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4764637880749696452</id><published>2007-03-27T23:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:57:17.072+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin Out with the French Homeless</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I wondered what title had the least to do with this post, and I think I scored big time. The weekend went well, we had an awesome time with the family from Tokyo. The onsen was freakin' sweet, the food was equally freakin' sweet, and we got passes for them to come on base and check out Chez Slim. They liked our Chihuahuas (Smithers, release the hounds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to post some pictures from the trip and also some footage from a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shamisen"&gt;Shamisen player &lt;/a&gt;at our hotel. He was awesome. Too bad its late and I'm not in the mood to post it all tonight. But it'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, Jaws is on and it reminded me of this awesome movie trailer. Don't miss the man-boobs on "Bad Hat Harry" and for Weez, you'll like the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/92yHyxeju1U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/92yHyxeju1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the same people that made Must Love Jaws, here's 10 Things I hate About Commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1kqqMXWEFs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1kqqMXWEFs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also put out this new one called Glen &amp; Gary and Glen &amp;amp; Ross. They have Tourettes. Rough language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QipAqdomO3I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QipAqdomO3I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4764637880749696452?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4764637880749696452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4764637880749696452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4764637880749696452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4764637880749696452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/03/hangin-out-with-french-homeless.html' title='Hangin Out with the French Homeless'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-2211177038297095940</id><published>2007-03-23T08:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:28.715+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tough Questions, Volume 2</title><content type='html'>Well, we're headed out of town for a couple of days, gotta get away from this mother-huncher. I was gonna throw up something witty this morning, before we left, but my brain hurts. Here's Volume 2 of the Tough Questions. It's all I can muster.&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge and have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RgMO_2Jf8cI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lbzfzxMLUAc/s1600-h/expand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RgMO_2Jf8cI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lbzfzxMLUAc/s400/expand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one took me a second to "get". Yeah, I'm not an Algebra kind of guy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RgMO_2Jf8dI/AAAAAAAAACE/5b5PAdwTaK8/s1600-h/findX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RgMO_2Jf8dI/AAAAAAAAACE/5b5PAdwTaK8/s400/findX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one, yeah, its always the first thing that pops in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos not by Tokyo Slim&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-2211177038297095940?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/2211177038297095940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=2211177038297095940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2211177038297095940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/2211177038297095940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/03/tough-questions-volume-2.html' title='The Tough Questions, Volume 2'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RgMO_2Jf8cI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lbzfzxMLUAc/s72-c/expand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7918879381472638041</id><published>2007-03-11T20:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:29.291+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tough Questions, Volume 1</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I recently got an e-mail containing test questions supposedly from students that would rather be somewhere else than taking a test. Some of them are pretty funny; stuff I could see myself writing, if I’d only had the balls to do it when a grade was on the line. I don’t know how authentic they actually are, but they are entertaining, so I thought I’d pass them on to you, a little at a time. Kinda like trying to fart quietly when you run.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, click on the picture for a closer look, the words are kinda small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfPsEB5YDNI/AAAAAAAAABs/j2TWxOv6naU/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfPsEB5YDNI/AAAAAAAAABs/j2TWxOv6naU/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I suppose that would work too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfPsER5YDOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8mfFYPqVcl4/s1600-h/curve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfPsER5YDOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8mfFYPqVcl4/s400/curve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I think it's a pretty good description, actually.&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos not by Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7918879381472638041?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7918879381472638041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7918879381472638041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7918879381472638041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7918879381472638041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/03/tough-questions-volume-1.html' title='The Tough Questions, Volume 1'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfPsEB5YDNI/AAAAAAAAABs/j2TWxOv6naU/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-52974563348278173</id><published>2007-03-09T19:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:29.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Cheese</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm finally gonna put a little effort into this. For now...&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we went to the Shimoda Mall and while we were there, we picked up a few baked goodies. I'm no stranger to this place, and one thing I made sure we got was the best cheese cake I've ever had. Yeah yeah, I know, "the best Jerry, the best!" But until you've had a Premium Cheese Cake from the Ginza Cozy Corner (since 1948), you have know idea.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much the size of your standard American brick, shout out to the Masons, yo. It currently runs about 580 Yen, or roughly $5.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfEwvh5YDLI/AAAAAAAAABc/ed_j3v0vGQA/s1600-h/IMG_7023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfEwvh5YDLI/AAAAAAAAABc/ed_j3v0vGQA/s400/IMG_7023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Cheese Cake is so awesome; you might just shit a little when you taste it. I suggest waiting till you get home to try it. Who wants to shit a little in public, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfEwvx5YDMI/AAAAAAAAABk/l80PVB4GwR8/s1600-h/IMG_7026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfEwvx5YDMI/AAAAAAAAABk/l80PVB4GwR8/s400/IMG_7026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are near Misawa and need directions to either Shimoda Mall or the location of this shop in the Shimoda Mall, do not hesitate to ask me. The quicker you get your hands on this cheese cake, the longer you can enjoy its awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-52974563348278173?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/52974563348278173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=52974563348278173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/52974563348278173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/52974563348278173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/03/different-cheese.html' title='A Different Cheese'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RfEwvh5YDLI/AAAAAAAAABc/ed_j3v0vGQA/s72-c/IMG_7023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-5216819578980932013</id><published>2007-02-28T21:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:30:21.234+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No Material = Cheesy "Best Of" Post</title><content type='html'>So I know it's been kinda slow at Capicola lately, and for that I apologize. As you've read, I got sent away to a school for six weeks. Since I've come back, I've moved to a new shop, and the shop I moved to is, for lack of a better term, all fucked up. I'll be nice and not go further into the reasons why. Cough(past leadership)!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've got a lot to fix and spend most of my spare time thinking about how to fix it all. Unfortunately, my spare time used to be taken up with odd ball thoughts that have brought you such classics as &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/yer-bum-rock.html"&gt;Yer a Bum, Rock&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/03/cleanliness-is-next-to-stupidity.html"&gt;Cleanliness is Next to Stupidity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/04/run-gets-racy.html"&gt;The Run Gets Racy&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/03/laziness-update.html"&gt;Laziness Update&lt;/a&gt;. So instead of dazzling you with something new, I'm forced to let you reminisce in these sweet memories. It's a little something I learned from Sit-coms when they run out of material. Please enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;New comments on old posts are always appreciated, as I care what you all think, and I'm wondering if you have given up on Capicola and my staff (aka me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-5216819578980932013?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/5216819578980932013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=5216819578980932013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/5216819578980932013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/5216819578980932013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-material-cheesy-best-of-post.html' title='No Material = Cheesy &quot;Best Of&quot; Post'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-1516161819315925805</id><published>2007-02-19T14:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:30.214+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Slim's In The House, Yo</title><content type='html'>Well, after 6 weeks of Professional Military Education crammed down my throat at the Okinawa, I am back with the Slim Family in sunny Misawa. There's more snow than when I left, but still not that much for the area and time of year. I wondered what all the snow hype was all about, so we decided to go look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey took us to Lake Towada for their annual Winter Story Festival. There were a bunch of cool igloos and colored lights on ice sculptures and tasty food vendors. Here's some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rdk5-IJpyxI/AAAAAAAAABE/IJRMwmLfvIs/s1600-h/IMG_6987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rdk5-IJpyxI/AAAAAAAAABE/IJRMwmLfvIs/s400/IMG_6987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Sculptures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rdk5-YJpyyI/AAAAAAAAABM/0EWyG9mh9DU/s1600-h/IMG_6993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rdk5-YJpyyI/AAAAAAAAABM/0EWyG9mh9DU/s400/IMG_6993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Igloos at night. They made a fake bar inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rdk5-oJpyzI/AAAAAAAAABU/8o5CEGeFBVg/s1600-h/IMG_7008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rdk5-oJpyzI/AAAAAAAAABU/8o5CEGeFBVg/s400/IMG_7008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slim-ling #1 signs the guestbook. I put the address of Capicola in there. Hopefully I generate some hits from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-1516161819315925805?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1516161819315925805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=1516161819315925805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/1516161819315925805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/1516161819315925805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/02/slims-in-house-yo.html' title='Slim&apos;s In The House, Yo'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/Rdk5-IJpyxI/AAAAAAAAABE/IJRMwmLfvIs/s72-c/IMG_6987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-1267725945269652283</id><published>2007-02-04T13:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:30.382+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin'</title><content type='html'>I know I should be posting more, but my schedule is pretty full here in the Okinawa. When I'm not in class, I'm trying to catch up on homework, catch up with old friends, or catch up with new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing well in my class, while putting the least amount of effort into it. I'm not interested in graduating first, just graduating. The sunsets are really nice down here. Here's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RcVj9MW5LBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0f-4q4mzHUQ/s1600-h/IMG_6788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RcVj9MW5LBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0f-4q4mzHUQ/s400/IMG_6788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Tokyo Slim&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-1267725945269652283?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/1267725945269652283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=1267725945269652283&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/1267725945269652283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/1267725945269652283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothin.html' title='Nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RcVj9MW5LBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0f-4q4mzHUQ/s72-c/IMG_6788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-6467572428909165230</id><published>2007-01-09T23:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:30.584+09:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Okinawa</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm here in the Okinawa. Not exactly happy to be here, but here none the less. Interesting fact: my next-door neighbor at Misawa is my next-door neighbor in the dorms here. Neither of us knew the other was coming here. Yeah, communication...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably fit two of my dorm rooms inside of my room in the Korea. I keep my paper plates in the fridge, to save space. Yeah. I'm pampered. I should probably eat at the chow-hizzy (chow hall for you non-Baxter speaking people) but I'm just not ready to do it again, after a year in The Korea. I eat alot of sandwiches, canned soups and canned vegetables; Del Monte whole leaf spinach rocks! Gots a pull tab, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd take a picture of the clouds while I was waiting for the "window seater" to get back from the john. I love the aisle seat. You rule your little airline area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RaOsZyzI7HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XdUiFZvifwM/s1600-h/IMG_6721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RaOsZyzI7HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XdUiFZvifwM/s400/IMG_6721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-6467572428909165230?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6467572428909165230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=6467572428909165230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6467572428909165230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6467572428909165230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-okinawa.html' title='In the Okinawa'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RaOsZyzI7HI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XdUiFZvifwM/s72-c/IMG_6721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-8432651158053926509</id><published>2007-01-06T01:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:30.775+09:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road, Again?</title><content type='html'>Well, apparently 5 months seemed way too long to keep me with the Slim family, so Uncle Sam is sending me off to the NCO Academy in Okinawa for the next 6 weeks. I don't think I've been home long enough for them to be sick of me yet, but then again, they hide their emotions well, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving tomorrow morning. It sucks. We had to have Slim-ling #2's birthday a few days early, because of this. I was in "The Korea" last year for her birthday, so this was a lot better, yet falls short of right. This will be the 6th time (out of 7 birthdays) I haven't been with her on her birthday. It's pretty fucked up. Yeah, the f-bomb. I dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know what kind of internet connection I'll have down there on the isle, but I'll make something work. Keep checking in, I'll post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've not heard anything back from &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/being-ignored.html"&gt;Vanessa at Petsmart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some options as to why:&lt;br /&gt;1. She didn't get invited to the Petsmart Christmas Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She's married to a guy in the shipping department and decided it's better to not say anything, to keep me as a potential repeat customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm an idiot and she won't dignify my idiocy with a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know how it went down... She didn't get invited for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a further side note, here's what my cool-ass wife, Mrs. Tokyo Slim, whipped up for our traditional Japanese New Year's breakfast. She's fucking awesome. (Yeah, I dropped the f-bomb earlier, so now its ok) My absolute favorite holiday is New Years, but I gotta be in Japan to enjoy it the most, and I was; double score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RZ6MFCzI7GI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IciGjFNApDU/s1600-h/IMG_6668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016601053215911010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RZ6MFCzI7GI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IciGjFNApDU/s400/IMG_6668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge shout-out and thanks to Mrs. Slim, aka &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/05/shout-out-to-my-babies-momma.html"&gt;"My Babies' Mama"&lt;/a&gt; for an awesome New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by Tokyo Slim (a la fish eye lens, yo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-8432651158053926509?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/8432651158053926509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=8432651158053926509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8432651158053926509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/8432651158053926509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-road-again.html' title='On The Road, Again?'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RZ6MFCzI7GI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IciGjFNApDU/s72-c/IMG_6668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-3963808212744448070</id><published>2007-01-02T10:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:07:13.607+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret to Healthy Fugu</title><content type='html'>Well, a few posts ago, I regaled you with the amazing adventures of my Fugu Fish Rescue, or Operation FFR-06. Well, I'm sad to report, that one fugu has died. It is now that I realize how to keep a Fugu fish alive; they need to be thrown down the garbage disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiny, runt of the school is still alive and happy after his ordeal in the disposal. The bigger, school bully is dead and took the Porcelain Highway out of Slim-ville. Obviously he was in dire need of some disposal time, and I neglected to give him this essential ingredient to good Fugu health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got Fugu's (or would it be Fugi?) *I urge you: run, don't walk, and throw them down the disposal now! Their life may depend on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Disclaimer: This statement is not endorsed by PETA, SPCA, or &lt;a href="http://joescrabshack.com"&gt;Joe's Crab Shack&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Individaul results may vary. For the absolute best care of your Fugu fish, consult your local practitioner of fish medecine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-3963808212744448070?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3963808212744448070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=3963808212744448070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3963808212744448070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3963808212744448070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2007/01/secret-to-healthy-fugu.html' title='The Secret to Healthy Fugu'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-3137394785644108095</id><published>2006-12-27T06:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T08:44:23.209+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Well, my Pizzo's (Pizzo's is "&lt;a href="https://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116574762925572065&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;baxter&lt;/a&gt;" for people) I'd like to say I've found another reason to not hate people. &lt;a href="http://inmyelement.net"&gt;Tiffanee from inmyelement.net&lt;/a&gt; surprised me on Christmas by straightening out the hosting/admin/publishing/tokyo slim's a jackass issues at my new website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you! You've provided Frankenstein with a little more than "Maaahhnnnng!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important step has been done. Now I have to design it, which will take some time.&lt;br /&gt;So a super huge thank you goes out to Tiffanee for this awesome Christmas Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of the loyal Capicola readers, a heartfelt list of bullshit:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will be moving to yet another location.&lt;br /&gt;Time? Soon.&lt;br /&gt;Destination? I'll tell you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Reason? Several;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I love keeping people on their RSS feed toes.&lt;br /&gt;#2. My picture posting software is changing, and I fear change.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Immigration has found out I'm not really the wife of a deceased billionaire in Nigeria who is requesting help moving millions of dollars from my homeland, rewarding you with a hefty percentage. Yes, hefty.&lt;br /&gt;#4. I need more flexibilty with my website.&lt;br /&gt;#5. I need to make it easier for you to post comments without becoming a member of blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;#6. I wanted to use the words "feed" and "toes" in the same sentence. When's the last time you did? (See #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  Yes, Tiffanee, this is an excuse for not leveling my toon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-3137394785644108095?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/3137394785644108095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=3137394785644108095&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3137394785644108095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/3137394785644108095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-surprise.html' title='A Christmas Surprise!'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-7767490703393519926</id><published>2006-12-24T22:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:31.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to You, Phil</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I finally brought home a friend for Phil, for a little while... Who's Phil, you ask? He's the first plant we bought when we returned to Japan. &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-phil.html"&gt;Meet Phil for the first time here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping a keen eye out at the 100 Yen stores ($1 stores) because &lt;s&gt;that's where we bought Phil&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;I'm a bargain shopper&lt;/s&gt;, I'm a cheap-ass. The selection hasn't been good, and I can't find one that's not almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after planning for a few Greek and Italian dishes too cook over the next few days, I brought home some Parsely... and named him Brent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RY5YywtFAhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n-rEwN7KSbU/s1600-h/IMG_6532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RY5YywtFAhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n-rEwN7KSbU/s400/IMG_6532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of Phil and Brent together, no doubt trading college stories. In case you didn't read the original post, or click on the link above, or you stepped off the sidewalk, got hit by a car, woke up in the hospital with amnesia and forgot what Parsely looks like, Brent is the one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm not lookin' out for ya, you amnesiacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-7767490703393519926?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/7767490703393519926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=7767490703393519926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7767490703393519926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/7767490703393519926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-to-you-phil.html' title='Back to You, Phil'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RY5YywtFAhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/n-rEwN7KSbU/s72-c/IMG_6532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-4624267061336730989</id><published>2006-12-16T12:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:57:31.576+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yer a Bum, Rock!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so in honor of the new Rocky Movie coming out, I think its high time we paid tribute to an acting role in the first Rocky film that was never nominated for any awards, yet has their own action figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when Rocky was released in 1976, I was but 3 years old. I was on my 4th pair of plaid pants, turtle necks took up a third of my wardrobe, and America was 4 months into her 200th year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what role has their own action figure? The meat. In particular, the meat that Rocky beat. Dude, that's hot. More specifically, the scene where Rocky was training and was punching the huge side of beef. That meat has its own action figure. Yes, yes it does. Much to PETA's chagrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will go down in history as the most "in-active" "action-figure" the world has ever known. If you buy it &lt;a href="http://www.toyrocket.com/product1.aspx?SID=1&amp;Product_ID=39895&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Category_ID=2323&amp;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, you can beat your meat till you &lt;s&gt;go blind&lt;/s&gt; need glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RYNtCwtFAgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jLEcEo6VWfY/s1600-h/Rockys+Meat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008967104767263234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RYNtCwtFAgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jLEcEo6VWfY/s320/Rockys+Meat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-4624267061336730989?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/4624267061336730989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=4624267061336730989&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4624267061336730989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/4624267061336730989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/yer-bum-rock.html' title='Yer a Bum, Rock!'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H2cLz1tMicg/RYNtCwtFAgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jLEcEo6VWfY/s72-c/Rockys+Meat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-6149609017847170440</id><published>2006-12-13T22:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:05:33.831+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Requesting a Side Bar</title><content type='html'>There's still no reply from &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/being-ignored.html"&gt;Vanessa at Pet Smart&lt;/a&gt; and not much else is happening. I did update the side bar with a couple of links in the Antipasti section and a link to My Christmas Wish List. Shop for me or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; loved one. By the way, to explain the first item on my list: I don't actually have a tuba, but if I ever get one, I'm gonna need a Gig Bag; Hellooo?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-6149609017847170440?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/6149609017847170440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=6149609017847170440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6149609017847170440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/6149609017847170440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/requesting-side-bar.html' title='Requesting a Side Bar'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116574762925572065</id><published>2006-12-10T19:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:46:49.185+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Slim: Life Saver</title><content type='html'>So we've got these two fish called fugu. It translates into blowfish or puffer fish. They don't have the spikes like the ocean kind. These guys live in brackish water, which is not as salty as ocean water, but has salt in it none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I cleaned their tank this morning, mixed up some new saltwater and was picking the tank up out of the sink when it started to slip out of my fingers. I tried to set it back down but about an inch from the sink, I lost it. The little fugu was close to the surface and as the tank hit the sink, out he sloshed. Guess where he landed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugu Graveyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right down the garbage disposal, aka Fugu Graveyard. My hand can barely fit in there and I knew I'd probably squish him as I tried to get my hand back out. I tried to float him out, but this was the one time it drained too well to let him swim out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if he was still alive after the dousing of freshwater. I grabbed a flashlight, and there he was, lying on his side... gasping. So much for a quick death. I grabbed some chopsticks, but the little bugger was to slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear him, his raspy little voice begging me, "Help me, Slim... can't... breathe... so thirsty..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached in and gently scooped him up. Pulled my hand up, out, empty. I tried again, empty. A couple more tries and my hand was aching from scraping the edges every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got him out. I examined him quickly. He glared at me. &lt;s&gt;I threw him in the trash and went back to bed&lt;/s&gt; I dropped him back in his tank. He went and hid under the filter for a few minutes, a little shook up I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of him. He's the ungrateful looking chap on the right. He seems to be alright, the dumb little A-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6474cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6474cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116574762925572065?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116574762925572065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116574762925572065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116574762925572065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116574762925572065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/fugu-graveyardthe-fugus-or-fugiphotos.html' title='Tokyo Slim: Life Saver'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116567094230861587</id><published>2006-12-09T21:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:02:39.443+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Ignored</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of the Irish Spring posts (the &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/03/letter-to-irish-spring.html"&gt;First&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/03/irish-spring-update.html"&gt;Second&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-in-their-court.html"&gt;Third&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/04/dropping-it-for-laura.html"&gt;Fourth&lt;/a&gt; of them) I decided to mess around with the good people at PetSmart.com. Why? Well, just because. Here's what's gone down so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Re: to "Your order has been shipped"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Where is my order. I tried to track it through your website. It says I don't have any orders, probably because I ordered through Amazon.com, but regardless, you have my money and my filters, so you know what you need to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting your response,&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We are sorry that your order has not yet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your order is shipping to an APO/FPO address outside of the continental United States. Orders to these addresses are shipped via the United States Postal Service and typically take four to six weeks for delivery. If you do not receive your order by 12/18/2006 , please contact us and we will gladly assist you further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for choosing PetSmart for the lifelong needs of your pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vanessa,&lt;br /&gt;You work in customer service, not shipping so I know this isn't your fault. Please don't take offense at the rest of this email. It takes about two minutes, maybe three and a half if you work in the shipping department, to fill out a customs form. I've shipped packages from an APO to the States, and vice versa, and the packages arrived in under a week. It should never take more than a week, unless there's some kind of holiday in there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing against you personally, Vanessa, but I will never purchase anything from your company again. If they're going to sell via Amazon Market Place, they should advertise the fact that their shipping department can't wrap their feeble minds around how to mail a box. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, you should hate those jerks in shipping also, as they probably make a lot of work for you. If you go to the PetSmart Christmas party this year, don't talk to them. Get your friends to do the same. Hate them with me, Vanessa. Of course they might not even get invited, in which case, you'll have a better time. Let me know how that goes, either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I'm very disappointed at how much your company blows. Yes, blows. But don't let it get you down; just start looking for another company to work for, after the Christmas Party, because your company blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. PetSmart.com blows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Vanessa replies, I'll definitely let you know.&lt;br /&gt;Power to the consumer (with time on his hands)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116567094230861587?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116567094230861587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116567094230861587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116567094230861587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116567094230861587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/being-ignored.html' title='Being Ignored'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116558751646244441</id><published>2006-12-08T23:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:01:41.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Tiff</title><content type='html'>I was totally happy, fiddle-farting around with the potential new website, and then I checked your &lt;a href="http://inmyelement.net/index.php"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for your hosting company info. I saw your post and now I've got &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=YevYBsShxNs"&gt;Mahna Mahna&lt;/a&gt; stuck in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; head! Thanks a lot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update- Saturday, 11:00 am, the entire Slim household has been infected by Mahna Mahna. You are truly the devil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116558751646244441?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116558751646244441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116558751646244441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116558751646244441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116558751646244441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/thanks-tiff.html' title='Thanks Tiff'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116506860147911894</id><published>2006-12-02T23:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:06:22.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drug Post: Volume 2, More Smack and Booze</title><content type='html'>Ok, so well over a year ago, I posted this, The Drug Post, on the old blog. I've managed to find a few more gems related to the drug post, catch them after. First, here's the original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So I found out where to score some cheap smack in Great Falls, Montana; at Smith's over by Pier 1 Imports, but more on that later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, we went to Barnes and Noble by Pier 1. I was feeling all rich and wasteful so I bought me and the wife a couple of Mocha Frappuccino's at the Starbucks in there. These things are like liquid crack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so delicious that you can’t stop sipping on them, despite the ice, so you get the whole brain freeze, ice cream-head-ache thing going on. You have to stop, let your blood raise your cranial temperature so you can function, and then you take another couple of hits on the straw and start the process over again. Hurts so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were on that side of town so we decided to pop into Smith’s to look for red pickled ginger, and that’s when we found the cheap smack. Here’s a pic of our stash:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/smack1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/smack1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 for a dollar; now that's cheap smack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/smack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/smack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up Smack. I'm not sure what "oriental" is supposed to taste like. Maybe laquer furniture, possibly Mah Jong pieces, Ultraman action figures in a light sesame sauce or maybe it somehow tastes like Tokyo grid-lock traffic. Ahh the mystery of the far east...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now the update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's smack for dogs. Apparently, dog's have an extremely high tolrance, so it comes in 10kg bags. Canine junkies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/DOG%20SMACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/DOG%20SMACK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your leash, Fido! Its time to tie one off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on from narcotics to booze, I found some candy today.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, candy for Rummies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first look, I thought this was hilarious because of the name. I didn't have my camera with me, so I just &lt;s&gt;slipped it under my shirt while my kids were on lookout&lt;/s&gt; bought it to take pictures at home.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home and read the package more closely, this stuff actually has 3.7% alcohol in it from the rum raisins. Guess I should have taken paper instead of plastic. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116506860147911894?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116506860147911894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116506860147911894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116506860147911894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116506860147911894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/12/drug-post-volume-2-more-smack-and.html' title='The Drug Post: Volume 2, More Smack and Booze'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116450520909442840</id><published>2006-11-26T09:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T10:40:09.110+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitting Smoking...</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving this year. Mine was good, but didn't go exactly the way I wanted it to. As Chris was wondering, I didn't end up smoking the turkey this year for a couple of reasons. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #1: I'm lazy. I tinkered with the delicate balance of "too soon" and "too late" on turkey purchases and found out that 4 days out from Thanksgiving would yield me a 17.5 pound turkey with no holes in the packaging or a perfect 10 pounder that was exposed to the environment in several spots. (If you saw this nasty bird loitering at the Misawa Commissary, leave a shout out in the comments section) At 30 minutes per pound, I would have to smoke my gobbler for 8 hours and 45 minutes. I just wasn't feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse #2: &lt;s&gt;See Excuse #1.&lt;/s&gt; I'm a considerate host. I had a buddy from work swing by Chez Slim and if I screwed up my first smoked turkey, I'd rather not ruin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;meal. My family is used to my screw ups, but why make others suffer my idiocy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did smoke a practice turkey breast that turned out really good. I used the cheap wine and apple juice brine that Opr12 suggested.&lt;br /&gt;A 3 lb turkey breast-easy; 17.5 lb turkey-huge pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cooked my turkey in a &lt;a href="http://www.alcoa.com/reynoldskitchens/en/product.asp?cat_id=1337&amp;amp;prod_id=1790"&gt;Reynolds Oven Bag&lt;/a&gt; again this year. Its always a guaranteed juicy turkey and you don't have to waste your time basting it. Tip: sprinkle the bird with paprika to get a well browned turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chris, you asked and I gave you your very own post for a reply. This counts as your Christmas present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116450520909442840?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116450520909442840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116450520909442840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116450520909442840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116450520909442840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/11/quitting-smoking.html' title='Quitting Smoking...'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116330315336764142</id><published>2006-11-12T12:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:51:11.756+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddyup!</title><content type='html'>Attention:&lt;br /&gt;Now you can enjoy such awesome Seinfeld episodes as The Soup Nazi, The Calzone, and The Hot Tub whenever you want, because you can finally pre-order &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seinfeld-Season-7-Jerry/dp/B000IFRT4C/sr=8-1/qid=1163301881/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-5482493-7963134?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd"&gt;Seinfeld Season 7&lt;/a&gt;! I've got mine on order, what are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116330315336764142?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116330315336764142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116330315336764142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116330315336764142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116330315336764142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/11/giddyup.html' title='Giddyup!'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116250774286347709</id><published>2006-11-03T07:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:26:10.493+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin' Turkey or Just Blowin' Smoke?</title><content type='html'>So I'm home with Mrs. Slim and the Slimlings this year for Thanksgiving, which is good; usually I'm away on business. The few Thanksgivings I've been home for, my wife lets me take over the whole operation of cooking, mainly because I &lt;s&gt;am such a hottie in an apron&lt;/s&gt; enjoy cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always done the turkey in the oven, except for 2003 when I deep-fried it. It turned out like crap because I had a crappy recipe for a lemon injection that made the entire thing taste like bitter-ass lemon rind. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I'm leaning towards smokin' the turkey, but can't find rolling papers big enough. Yeah, I'm a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old friend OPR12 has smoked his turkey and it turned out awesome, so this year I've invited him to give us some guidance on how he did his. Thanks OPR12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a cheap sweet wine with apple juice for my brine. I soaked the turkey for a few hours in this brine, which I also soaked my wood chips in. I strain off the liquid and put in into the liquid bowl over the coals and used it in the smoking process. Check &lt;a href="http://www.fabulousfoods.com/school/cstech/smoketurkey.html"&gt;this website &lt;/a&gt;to get some ideas. I will be using it again this year, Happy turkey eating! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116250774286347709?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116250774286347709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116250774286347709&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116250774286347709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116250774286347709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/11/talkin-turkey-or-just-blowin-smoke.html' title='Talkin&apos; Turkey or Just Blowin&apos; Smoke?'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116213587517770416</id><published>2006-10-30T00:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:13:10.773+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The 32nd Flavor, Volume 3</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here it is, the 32nd Flavor, Volume 3. After the Beef and Garlic Festival, we drove further away from home to check out a waterfall. We did some walking around, I snapped a few hundred pics and we headed back home. On the way back, we went past the festival area and back into Takko Town, where Garlic HQ is located. That's where we ran into the American Garlic Queen again, and her interpreter, who said she remembered us from the festival. We bought some garlic related products, Mrs. Tokyo Slim talked me out of buying the Garlic Wine, but then I saw a freezer. I walked closer to it and drew open the top. Inside, with bright green Katakana on it, was Garlic Ice Cream. It reads (in Katakana) Niniku Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5771crpd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5771crpd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was it? Here's the official review:&lt;br /&gt;Not so good. Of course I had to take a whiff and get the aroma of this ice cream. Some call it the bouquet. It was straight garlic, yo. It smelled like a big ole pile of minced garlic. I took a (small) timid scoop with my spoon and tasted it... Cold like ice cream, yet warm in flavor. I ate on. It kind of warmed my chest as I ate it. Like heart burn, yet in a recreational way. As I continued to dig my way to the bottom of this tiny tub, I wished the experience was over. I knew I was gonna reek of garlic, and with every bite, I knew I was gonna reek that much longer. Eventually it was gone, and, with both hands free, I could continue our drive home and talk about the experience with Mrs. Slim, who was crammed into her van door as far away from me as she could be, and urging me to use words that didn't start with the letter "H". I started to feel a litle rough after about 15-20 minutes. There was a desire to wretch it all, but I stood strong and toughed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-all, I'd have to say the ice cream was horrible, just on the reason that I wished it was gone after the first bite. Would I eat Garlic Ice Cream again? Yes, because I'm a jackass and there's a brand of garlic ice cream called "Dracula" that I have seen on Japanese blogs, but have yet to see in person. I was expecting it at Garlic HQ, but it appears to be not backed by the city of Takko, which makes it somewhat more appealing, oddly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the 32nd Flavor, Volume 3 is over, but my play-date with Garlic Ice Cream has only just begun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116213587517770416?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116213587517770416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116213587517770416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116213587517770416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116213587517770416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/10/32nd-flavor-volume-3.html' title='The 32nd Flavor, Volume 3'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116209383639719010</id><published>2006-10-29T12:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:01:18.430+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Momiji Mountain</title><content type='html'>We drove to Hirosaki yesterday and got let down by the "Castle" but more on that some other day. We came home a different way to see what all the fuss was about at Momiji Mountain. Momiji means maple tree in Japanese, and it's the star of autumn. Red, orange, gold, and the tougher leaves still cling to their bright greens to give you a spectacular view. Fall is my favorite season, hands down. The mosquitos are gone, its not unbearably hot and humid anymore, the fruits and veggies are all ready to eat, and the fall colors are just beautiful. So here's some pics from Momiji Mountain. These were only cropped in Photo Shop, not touched up or enhanced at all. Click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6351.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6351.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite shot. Throwin' it all out at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6357ps.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6357ps.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy couple come back from the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6363.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6363.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot from under the Tori Gate in the last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From outside the bridge gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6392crpd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6392crpd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain water meets up with the river under the maple trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116209383639719010?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116209383639719010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116209383639719010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116209383639719010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116209383639719010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/10/momiji-mountain.html' title='Momiji Mountain'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116162144157054594</id><published>2006-10-24T01:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:54:01.363+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been awhile, but life has gotten hectic lately. I got stuck on nights for an exercise, and right after that was over we went out of town for a reunion with the family from Tokyo. We all had an awesome time, I hope to get some pics up of our meals soon. I'm also cooking up another volume of the 32nd flavor, but there's work around the house to get done. I've got an awning that's framed up and ready for roof panels, and I signed up for Japanese 111 at the University of Maryland. Gotta work on my Japanese grammar; my vocabulary's decent, I just can't make sentences. I caveman talk like, but fire make good and wheel I have license. Oongawa, zug zug. Wall of ice get closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matay, thanks for the comments on the garlic post. I remember coming to see you once when we were in Korea and you had Garlic seeping from every pore of your skin. Paint curled on the walls as you passed! I'm definitely gonna get that Gyro action going, thanks for the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat embarassed to say I just found out that the World Series is going on, but I have no idea who's playing in it. I'm happy to say I've remained current with the Lil' Kim nuke testing situation. I've also now seen all of Season 1 of Prison Break, thanks to Netflix; I wish we could watch Season 2 here. My first 8 years in Japan I didn't give a rip about TV, but man, that Prison Break has got me by the short and curlies. I love that saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116162144157054594?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116162144157054594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116162144157054594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116162144157054594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116162144157054594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/10/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116052357668981485</id><published>2006-10-11T08:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T08:49:52.170+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brush with Royalty</title><content type='html'>So every year, there’s a Garlic Festival in Takko-machi. What is the Garlic Festival? I’m glad you asked. Every year, there’s a festival in Takko Town, the self proclaimed garlic capital of japan. Who’s gonna dispute it? Takko has a sister city in Gilroy, CA. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. I could be joking, but I’m not. I saw Gilroy’s Garlic Festival on the Food Network. It looked like a lot of fun, yet somewhat odd; just my style. They’ve got a Garlic Queen and everything! What’s that? A Garlic Queen? Yes, you heard right. And I’ve met her; she gave me a bag of noodles, but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5769.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5769.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5662.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5662.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go to the Takko Garlic Festival for free, but you won’t get a bag full of beef, vegetables, and a big hunk of garlic without a paid ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5663.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5663.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get your bag of goodies, you head to a grill table, and cook it up. The Yakiniku sauce they had was freakin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were food booths that had an assortment of different treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the vendors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5653.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5653.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the American and Japanese Garlic Queens; the Garlic Royal Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your paid ticket doubles as a raffle ticket for drawings they had throughout the two day fest. We tried to duck out before the festival was over to avoid traffic but heard our ticket number called over the PA. I slammed the Slim-Mobile into a parking space and high-tailed it to Garlic HQ. Once there, I drew a number out of a bucket to win a bag of fresh Garlic Ramen Noodles (not the dried instant crap, but soft, ready to boil noodles, keep refrigerated). The Gilroy Garlic Queen presented them to me. I don’t know who felt more embarrassed. I ran into her again, later on, about 20 minutes from the festival area, where I bought the ice cream featured in the 32nd Flavor, Volume 3, hmmm, what could it be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116052357668981485?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116052357668981485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116052357668981485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116052357668981485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116052357668981485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/10/brush-with-royalty_11.html' title='A Brush with Royalty'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116036154250084109</id><published>2006-10-09T11:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:40:23.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Well, a typhoon tried to roll through town and ruin the weekend, but I had other plans. We drove up to Asamushi Aquarium and spent a few good hours checking out the sea life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6021ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6021ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockhopper Penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6003ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6003ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snobby Sea Lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6038ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6038ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found Nemo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_6042ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_6042ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Ugly Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5969ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5969ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the big dolphin show, there's feeding time, which also has a show. I liked this one better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5962ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5962ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5929ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5929ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116036154250084109?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116036154250084109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116036154250084109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116036154250084109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116036154250084109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/10/rainy-day.html' title='A Rainy Day'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-116004596631107364</id><published>2006-10-05T19:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T06:36:55.066+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The 32nd Flavor, Volume 2:  Tasty Rape Cream...</title><content type='html'>Ok, welcome back to another installment of the 32nd flavor, where I find the ice cream flavor that didn't make the cut at Baskin Robbins. So what the hell is Rape Cream? Read on my friends, the answer lies within:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were driving north from Misawa, with no plan as to where we were headed. Seeing signs for Osore Mountain, we decided to go check that out. It was a long drive to the north eastern edge of Japan. We kept seeing signs for the Nanohana Center, which my wife explained to me was a yellow flower that sometimes people ate and cooked with in Japan. She considered people who ate Nanohana to be somewhat odd; that's good enough for me, sign me up! I told my wife to be on the lookout for Nanohana Ice Cream, and sure enough, we found some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tasty, a slight bit distant from vanilla, smooth, almost velvety. I wasn't quite impressed with my wife's translation of the word Nanohana, and I was curious as to what flavor I was supposed to taste; what was the "essence of Nanohana"? I realized a full-fledged Googling was in order, ASAP. (Note: googling hasn't made it into spell-check as a legit word just yet.) Here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/Rape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/Rape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanohana means rape blossom, the flower of rapeseed, which is a major ingredient in vegetable oil and canola oil. I also learned that the leaves and stems are edible, comparable to kale and bok choy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still not finished fully exploring the flavor of rape, hopefully my research doesn't involve jail time. That reminds me, I highly recommend renting &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/prisonbreak/"&gt;Prison Break, Season 1.&lt;/a&gt; I got mine from &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com/MovieDisplay?movieid=70040250&amp;trkid=189530&amp;strkid=908539431_0_0"&gt;Netflix.&lt;/a&gt; I'm still judging how fast they get to an APO address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;1st Photo By Tokyo Slim, 2nd photo by Gary Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-116004596631107364?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/116004596631107364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=116004596631107364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116004596631107364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/116004596631107364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/10/32nd-flavor-volume-2-tasty-rape-cream.html' title='The 32nd Flavor, Volume 2:  Tasty Rape Cream...'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115910746148333102</id><published>2006-09-24T23:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:37:47.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meal in Mutsu</title><content type='html'>We did some exploring around Osore Mountain again and on the way back, we decided to stop for dinner. Wakana is the name and Tonkatsu is their game. Tonkatsu is a breaded and fried pork cutlet. It is always breaded with &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/custom?q=panko&amp;sa=Search&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;client=pub-8471185935735406&amp;forid=1&amp;amp;ie=ISO-8859-1&amp;oe=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;cof=GALT%3A%23008000%3BGL%3A1%3BDIV%3A%23336699%3BVLC%3A663399%3BAH%3Acenter%3BBGC%3AFFFFFF%3BLBGC%3A336699%3BALC%3A0000FF%3BLC%3A0000FF%3BT%3A000000%3BGFNT%3A0000FF%3BGIMP%3A0000FF%3BFORID%3A1%3B&amp;hl=en"&gt;Panko&lt;/a&gt;, the world famous Japanese bread crumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5616ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5616ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On two seperate explorations, we passed by this Tonkatsu restaurant in the city of Mutsu, on Route 279. All three times we passed it, I noticed the brown spikey ball thing. On the fourth pass, we stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sits next to a canal and provides a nice, relaxing view while you eat. They open at 5pm, so the view doesn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5587ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5587ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can enjoy a delicious draft while waiting for your food to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one of my top five favorite meals, I've eaten a crap-ton of tonkatsu around Japan as well as in Korea. This restaurant has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tonkatsu I have ever had, and that is no exaggeration. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absolutely the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The pork filet just melts in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the food came out, the kids got to pick a toy from the toy basket; part of the kids meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5599ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5599ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids' meal had tonkatsu and fried prawns too. Lucky punks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115910746148333102?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115910746148333102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115910746148333102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115910746148333102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115910746148333102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/09/meal-in-mutsu.html' title='A Meal in Mutsu'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115885127956501199</id><published>2006-09-22T00:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:26:06.466+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Phil</title><content type='html'>So we were here for 3 days when we went to a big Haku En Shop, or 100 Yen Store (Dollar Store) where they had some small plants for sale. The price was right, and I figured it would be cool to get a small plant so close to our return to Japan. We could watch it grow and flourish along with the rest of the family in our new home. So I bought the plant below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named him Phil. He's a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peperomia"&gt;Peperomia.&lt;/a&gt; The little "Hello, my name is Phil" tag he is wearing is printed in Katakana. It's a Japanese form of writing to signify words that aren't Japanese in origin. A special alphabet for foreign words.&lt;br /&gt;So here's your Katakana lesson for the day. The 1st two symbols sound like "Peh". #3, the square, sounds like "Low". #4, the 3 horizontal lines, sound like "Mee" and the last one sounds like "Ah."&lt;br /&gt;You are now on your way to ridding yourself of illiteracy in Japanese; congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115885127956501199?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115885127956501199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115885127956501199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115885127956501199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115885127956501199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/09/meet-phil.html' title='Meet Phil'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115876727578612314</id><published>2006-09-21T00:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:15:20.506+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weber's Japanese Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Weber Charcoal Grill on her Japan Debut. Two ribeye's, 8 hot dogs and a tinfoil full of fresh mushrooms, sliced onions, a crap ton of butter, rosemary, basil, garlic and pepper. Heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Weber didn't quite make the trip to Japan in one piece. The retainer nuts that keep the wheels on are no-where to be found. Next slide please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_5361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_5361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, vice grips holding my wheels on. "Big budget ghetto" might be accurate. If you can come up with a better description, please leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideas so far for replacing the vice grips:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tap and die kit; thread the axle, screw on a nut.&lt;br /&gt;2. Drill through axle, pop in a cotter pin.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put wheel on axle, put a washer on axle, sand, flux, and drop a bead of solder on the stainless steel axle to retain the washer, which retains the wheel. This is my favorite method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have another idea for keeping these wheels on, please leave a comment. Its a stainless steel axle, the axle is stationary (the wheels do the turning) and there's about 1/2 inch of axle exposed when the wheels are on. The axle is aproximately 3/8" thick. Its a sagitarius, enjoys long walks on the beach, cuddling by the fire, and kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115876727578612314?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115876727578612314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115876727578612314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115876727578612314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115876727578612314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-webers-japanese-debut.html' title='My Weber&apos;s Japanese Debut'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115845576442878477</id><published>2006-09-17T10:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:53:02.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The 32nd Flavor</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder why &lt;a href="http://www.baskinrobbins.com/IceCream/"&gt;Baskin Robbins&lt;/a&gt; chose 31 as the magic number of flavors? Well, if you don't feel like clicking on their name, the original concept was a flavor for every day of the month. But what might the 32nd flavor be that didn't make the cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city of Aomori, on the Mutsu Bay, is proud of their scallops, called Hotate (Ho-ta-teh) and if you go to the triangular ASPAM building, on the first floor, you can find a snack bar that sells everything scallop-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4758ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4758ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue banner on the right (its actually turned around backwards) says "Hotate soft cream." Yes, scallop soft-serve ice cream. I told my wife, "oh yeah, lady, I've got to have it!" After some discouragement from her, I ordered 3 vanilla cones for the women and 1 scallop cone for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4757ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4757ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks okay, yeah? It was nice and smooth, with no big hunks of scallop in it. A little salty, yet still sweet. Almost a little buttery. It was delicious and I'd get it again. In fact, it inspired me to try another ice cream I found on our travels yesterday, but this next one is a lot less exotic than scallop ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next installment of "the 32nd Flavor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115845576442878477?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115845576442878477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115845576442878477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115845576442878477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115845576442878477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/09/32nd-flavor.html' title='The 32nd Flavor'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115836512810450444</id><published>2006-09-16T09:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T09:18:01.796+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Aomori Sunset</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, we took a practice drive to the driver's license center in Aomori in preparation for an early monday morning appointment. Once we made it there, the day was ours to explore Aomori. A later post will have the delicious food we ate in this coastal city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the Aspam building and Aomori Bay bridge for the sunset. It was more beautiful than I could capture with a camera. Here's the best I could do, click to enlarge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4789ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4789ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bay Bridge in Aomori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4824ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4824ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky turns pinkish-gold, on its way to a purple-gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4811ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4811ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4865ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4865ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triangular Aspam building from under the bridge. They rotate the color of the lights throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4923ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4923ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, the lights turn to a bluish purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115836512810450444?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115836512810450444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115836512810450444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115836512810450444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115836512810450444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/09/aomori-sunset.html' title='Aomori Sunset'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115814964362845689</id><published>2006-09-13T21:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:35:26.963+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kunizakai Festival</title><content type='html'>Ok, so since I've been back in Japan, I've traveled around quite a bit, taken a bunch of pictures and eaten a lot of food, but you wouldn't know that. Why? Because I've been a lazy bucket of shit and haven't updated my blog, so I'm sorry. So here's a long over due post from the first festival we went to since our return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Kunizakai Festival in Towada Lake. Kunizakai means border line and the Towada Lake region has three Prefectures (Akita, Aomori, and Iwate) bordering each other around the lake. All the performers and participants in the pictures below competed in their home prefectures and won, so these are the best of the best representening their prefectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note about the floats: they aren't built on top of an old Caddie convertible and driven. They are built to stand alone and then picked up and carried or they are built on wheels and pulled by people. No sissy-fied internal combustion engines for these hard core sons of guns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4428ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4428ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4446ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4446ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young girl that's not "too cool for tradition"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4568ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4568ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4630ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4630ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after sunset, the floats come alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4667ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4667ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115814964362845689?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115814964362845689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115814964362845689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115814964362845689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115814964362845689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/09/kunizakai-festival.html' title='Kunizakai Festival'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115730823239272758</id><published>2006-09-04T03:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T03:54:54.776+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grill Count Upped</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Tokyo Slim ups the number of grills again. My reasoning: I need a charcoal grill dedicated to seafood. My wife quietly allows it. Tee-hee!!&lt;br /&gt;After using it the 2nd time, I realized if I cook anything &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fish, it will taste and smell like fish. So, I bought another charcoal grill, this time an American one. Cheap, $14.95. There'll be some pics of it soon, as I'm gonna do kalbi ribs on it tomorrow. This 2nd grill I bought without permission, but justified it well with the unknown delivery of my other grills. I sweetened the deal with a promise of ribeye steaks marinated in Balsamic Vinegar and ground Thyme. I know what my lady likes, Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the new grill and the fish I cooked. Click to enlarge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the new Japanese Grill, on her first cookout. So new, so shiny, and chunk charcoal to cook on. I set up shop on the sidewalk outside, as far from the house as I could get; gonna get stinky grillin up some fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite fish in Japan, the Hokke. I think its called an Arabesque Greenling in english. It freaking rocks. This guy cost me about $1.38. He's fresh; caught on the 27th, grilled on the 27th. He's split down the back, easy to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are called Sanma, or Pacific Saury. They are very greasy, but delicious. I bought these guys gutted and be-headed. The first ones I had to clean myself. I left the heads on. They grilled up great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the Sanma on the Japanese grill. I had to cram a beer can under the grill to raise them away from the fire. That chunk charcoal burns a bit on the hot side, same as American chunk coal. The briquets don't burn as hot.&lt;br /&gt;When our stuff gets here from Montana, we'll have 5 different grills and a outdoor deep-fryer. Excessive, I know, but the 2 new ones are small portable jobbies that we can take with us to parks and rivers and cook what we catch on the coast. I also look at it this way: I take pictures of what I grill, on a regular basis, as you may already know. They won't go to waste and it sure beats washing a pan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115730823239272758?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115730823239272758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115730823239272758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115730823239272758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115730823239272758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/09/grill-count-upped.html' title='The Grill Count Upped'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115707065228500423</id><published>2006-09-01T09:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T09:39:28.190+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating up Japan</title><content type='html'>So the best thing about living in hotels is you are forced to eat out alot. This gives you more of a neccessity to not cook; guilt-free laziness. Anyway, we wasted no time getting off base and enjoying the foods of Japan that we missed so much. Here's just a few of the things made by other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a post soon of my return to the grill, Japanese style. Until then, here's some food, click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenient Store Cuisine, freakin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4084PSD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4084PSD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonkatsu Restaurant in the Shimoda Mall, scrumptious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4201psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4201psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Juice from the Towada Lake area, Apple-licious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4202psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4202psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the greatest things in Japan is canned coffee. The American version (those crappy frappucinos in the glass bottle) don't even compare. This one is brewed with the moutain spring water found near Towada Lake, around the Oirase Gorge area. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4288psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4288psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miso Ramen, not a great picture, but a great bowl of noodles none the less. Got this from the food court at Shimoda Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4289psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4289psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gyoza from the same place as the ramen. My first gyoza in about four years, too long to go without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4269psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4269psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ice cream cone from a rest stop along the coast. A tasty cool treat with super cool coastal views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_4231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_4231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view that accompanied the ice cream, a-la fish-eye lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115707065228500423?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115707065228500423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115707065228500423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115707065228500423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115707065228500423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/08/eating-up-japan.html' title='Eating up Japan'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115611106455037287</id><published>2006-08-21T06:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:57:44.563+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Motherland</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we made it, despite a delay in Iwakuni. The dogs breezed through customs and are being boarded on base. We found a pretty decent house and hope to get the keys this week (when our stuff arrives, only Buddha knows.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are borrowing a car from an old friend and co-worker, thanks R.J.! Mrs. Slim and the Slim-lings are all happy to be back in Japan, as am I. Life is good and has the potential to get better and better; we just gotta end this homeless thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have some pics up as soon as I can get a wireless connection for my laptop and ditch this public computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later all,&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Slim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115611106455037287?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115611106455037287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115611106455037287&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115611106455037287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115611106455037287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-in-motherland.html' title='Back in the Motherland'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115467627413604377</id><published>2006-08-04T16:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:44:43.940+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana At Last</title><content type='html'>Well, after a four and a half hour bus ride, thanks to construction and traffic, I was in my seat on the plane from Incheon with no more than 4 minutes to spare. I sat down and they closed the doors and shoved off. I got home late on the 1st and slept for a couple of hours. Thanks to Keith for a ride from the airport; I appreciate it, and it was good to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd pop in and say I made it back safe. The next few weeks will be busy. Here's the last 2 pics I snapped in Korea. They're far from my best work and only serve as closure for an interesting year. Korea was a blast, but the Kun' can kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best kind of Kunsan ticket: ONE WAY →&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the gate for the last time. In case you were wondering, yes, that blurry thing is the bird. I'm sure the car following our bus was moved. That shiny thing to the right of my hand was their windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115467627413604377?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115467627413604377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115467627413604377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115467627413604377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115467627413604377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/08/montana-at-last.html' title='Montana At Last'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115425531388529634</id><published>2006-07-30T19:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:52:02.336+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moron's Guide to "Art"</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've never owned a piece of art. I probably wouldn't know "art" if it snuck up and bit me in the ass. However, I do know Art Van de Lay, from the TV show Seinfeld. I'm a huge fan of the show and I decided to capitalize on being in a country which has no regard for copyright laws. I ordered "The Kramer" poster from the internet and brought it to a painter, who made me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/kramer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/kramer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kramer&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'm several steps ahead of any Seinfeld fan with this "original" piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4285/586/1600/U117~Kramer-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4285/586/320/U117%7EKramer-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Kramer-Posters_i132282_.htm"&gt;poster&lt;/a&gt; for you to buy. The eyebrows are not quite right, and that makes or breaks the painting in my opinion, but this was done during the exercise and I couldn't guide the artist in what I wanted. I'd say the artist did a very good job, not having the show in syndication here in Korea and never having laid eyes on the man we know as "Kramer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I have my own desk area in Misawa, as I will most likely have to hang this at work, I don't think my wife would want this in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim, the art collector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115425531388529634?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115425531388529634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115425531388529634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115425531388529634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115425531388529634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/morons-guide-to-art.html' title='A Moron&apos;s Guide to &quot;Art&quot;'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115408697361617423</id><published>2006-07-28T20:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:39:56.720+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Fed</title><content type='html'>So I thought I'd bring a little class to Capicola. No, you don't have to put your pants back on, I'm not talking about that kind of class, I'm talking about education, folks. Time to learn about feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen it, just over to the right, there's a side bar on this page that (don't look now....ok, now, but do it quick) anyways, it has links to stuff I find funny out there, links to friends blogs (who don't update for months, I won't mention any names, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; name rhymes with &lt;strong&gt;MATAY&lt;/strong&gt;) and other stuff I find worthy of a look. There's also archives, broken down by month, of posts here at Capicola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's a spot that says "Subscribe to Capicola." This is to set up a "feed" which will tell you when I update Capicola. Now, I love to see those hits go up on the counter, but I'm all about making life easy for you, so subscribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ready to get fed, click one of these bad boys below, or use that sidebar that the cool kids like. If you aren't using one of these sites as a home page, I'm a Yahoo man, myself, I highly recommend doing so. Weather, sports, news, stocks, e-mail notification and Capicola updates, all before you hit the porn. If you want to learn more, &lt;a href="http://www.semiologic.com/resources/help-with-feeds/"&gt;click right here to learn all about feeds, why they rock and why hot chicks will want to bang you after you subscribe to Capicola, saavy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://add.my.yahoo.com/content?url=http%3A//http://capicola.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="17" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/my/addtomyyahoo4.gif" width="91" border="Add to My Yahoo!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.msn.com/addtomymsn.armx?id=rss&amp;ut=http://capicola.blogspot.com/atom.xml&amp;ru=http://capicola.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.geocities.com/tokyo_slim/MyMSN.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http%3A//http://capicola.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;&lt;img height="17" alt="Add to Google" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://http://capicola.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;&lt;img alt="Subscribe with Bloglines" src="http://www.bloglines.com/images/sub_modern7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.my.aol.com/add.jsp?url=http%3A//http://capicola.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to My AOL" src="http://myfeeds.aolcdn.com/vis/myaol_cta1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsgator.com/ngs/subscriber/subext.aspx?url=http://http://capicola.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;&lt;img alt="Subscribe in NewsGator Online" src="http://www.newsgator.com/images/ngsub1.gif" border="0" runat="server" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115408697361617423?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115408697361617423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115408697361617423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115408697361617423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115408697361617423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-fed.html' title='Get Fed'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115383841679018157</id><published>2006-07-25T22:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:40:18.500+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Beyond F.I.G.M.O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ok, so here's the skinny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm just about out of Korea. I've gotta endure the rest of the exercise we are in, then I leave next week. Hopefully I've done everything I needed to do, because I final out of the base at 0600 on Monday, then kill time till the flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My stuff gets picked up this week, during the exercise, but I'm afraid the movers will be done before my shift starts, so I might not get out of the exercise that day, which sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What completely rocks is, I turned in my chem gear and battle rattle before the exercise, so I haven't had to wear it! I think it's the first time I've gotten out of something in my career. I feel a little guilty not wearing any gear, especially in front of the guys who just got here. It's doubly painful for them to see me strut around and not suck rubber during chem attacks on top of being a single-digit-midgit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh well, I'm way beyond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=figmo"&gt;FIGMO&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm so short, I could parachute off a dime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115383841679018157?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115383841679018157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115383841679018157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115383841679018157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115383841679018157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/way-beyond-figmo.html' title='Way Beyond F.I.G.M.O.'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115291814877477762</id><published>2006-07-15T08:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T08:29:50.676+09:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Again, Matay!</title><content type='html'>Yo Matay, hope you had a good flight! You, Miss Lilly, Squish and Squirt have a safe trip beyond that. Sorry we couldn't meet up one last time, but shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, you got some catching up to do on fantasy golf! It's a small world and I'm sure we'll run into each other again. Until then, we got the email and Capicola for the latest news. Who knows, maybe you'll even update your own damn blog!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how that last Gyro is before you take off from MT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics from the last time we kicked it, with a little advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some good times Matay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you are in trouble, we know where "the man" eats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the journey looks daunting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you have both eyes and your ears aren't purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, Matay, I'll miss you bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to see the last send off, a year ago at the old blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokyo-slim.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-long-matay.html"&gt;http://tokyo-slim.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-long-matay.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115291814877477762?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115291814877477762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115291814877477762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115291814877477762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115291814877477762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-long-again-matay_15.html' title='So Long Again, Matay!'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115261996384726787</id><published>2006-07-11T21:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:12:43.866+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Wishes</title><content type='html'>So as I got ready for work this morning, I remembered I had two uniforms to pick up today. I like having exact change for the dry cleaners, so at $5.20 a piece, I needed 40 cents to accompany the sawbuck for the transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled 35 cents out of my pocket and started searching my room for that last 5 cents. The desk, the night stand, the dresser; all of them change-less. I checked my U.S. change cup; it was empty. My Korean Won change cup sat on the desk. I keep my change pretty well separated, but what the hell, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached for the cup I said out loud, “I really need a nickel!” I looked in the cup, and sitting on the top of the Korean change, was, not a dime, not a quarter, but a nickel. “Yes!!!” I shouted. As I put the nickel in my pocket, I froze for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I really need a million dollars!” I pulled the drawer open on my desk: Yeah, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it the fact that a million dollars wouldn’t fit in that drawer, or had I wasted a wish on a nickel? I think I wasted that wish. I think every-so-often, the stars align for a brief second, and a miracle happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day forward, when I wish, I’m wishing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this, I am remembering a similar conversation I had with Baxter back around January. As he walked up to the chow-hall, he would wish that whatever food they were serving at that meal “would not suck.” I can’t remember the specifics, so Bax, if you’re reading, could you clarify your hypothesis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115261996384726787?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115261996384726787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115261996384726787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115261996384726787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115261996384726787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/wasted-wishes.html' title='Wasted Wishes'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115232428457146172</id><published>2006-07-08T11:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:49:36.656+09:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Tickets</title><content type='html'>Ok, so after a ten year boycott of the movie theater, my kids being the reason the boycott was lifted, I was shocked and appalled to see how expensive it all had gotten. I had planned on doing a post about financing a trip to the movie theater, but never got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, I decided to see if you could &lt;em&gt;even get &lt;/em&gt;World Cup final game tickets. I thought a matinee at the theater was expensive! Check out tickets for two for Sunday's final game. Click on the pictures to enlarge them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/worldcuptickets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/worldcuptickets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the price for two tickets to the final game. That's picking up the tickets in Berlin, not having them delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/conversionrate%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/conversionrate%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would that be in dollars? 3490 Euro is currently $4471. What a bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115232428457146172?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115232428457146172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115232428457146172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115232428457146172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115232428457146172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-tickets.html' title='World Cup Tickets'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115213798652696442</id><published>2006-07-06T07:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:19:46.543+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobayashi Wins Again, #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4285/586/1600/24225193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4285/586/320/24225193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4285/586/1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stephen Chernin, Getty Images)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takeru Kobayashi wins again this year, at the 2006 Nathan's Famous Fourth of July International Hot Dog Eating Contest. His numbers were back up to 53, with an extra .75 of a hot dog to set a new record. Close on his heals for the first time was some rookie named Joey Chestnut of San Jose, Califonia, with 52 hot dogs and buns. For the full story, &lt;a href="http://www.ifoce.com/news.php?action=detail&amp;sn=431"&gt;eat here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobayashi-san, omedeto-gozaimasu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115213798652696442?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115213798652696442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115213798652696442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115213798652696442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115213798652696442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/kobayashi-wins-again-6.html' title='Kobayashi Wins Again, #6'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115202696159980358</id><published>2006-07-05T00:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:31:38.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This Year's Top Dog</title><content type='html'>Who will win Nathan's Famous Hot Dog Eating Contest, 2006? Stay tuned to find out. Here's the post from last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Originally posted on Tuesday, 5 July 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, another July 4th has come and gone. The highlights? Takeru Kobayashi of Japan wins for the 5th year in a row at Nathan's Famous Fourth of July International Hot Dog-Eating Contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4285/586/400/kobayashi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Competitive Eating" as a sport is surreal. ESPN covering it live? Equally surreal. Kobayashi won last year with 53 hot dogs in 12 minutes. This year, he's down to 49. So sad to see the World's Great Champs on the downhill slide.&lt;br /&gt;As George Jones sang, Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115202696159980358?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115202696159980358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115202696159980358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115202696159980358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115202696159980358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-years-top-dog.html' title='This Year&apos;s Top Dog'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115201835121344544</id><published>2006-07-04T22:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:37:19.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jirisan National Park: Busted</title><content type='html'>Well, the weekend me and Weez have looked forward to for the past 2 months has turned into a complete bust. We left friday, right after work and made it as far as Namwon. Saturday morning, despite torrential downpours, we bussed it to Hwaeomsa, which turned out to be a mistake, but it really made no difference. Why? Because all mountain trails in Jirisan National Park were closed due to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had it not been raining, we still would have been moderately screwed. The info we had on this peak said there were 3 trails leading to it. We picked the starting point that went up the side of the mountain for 7km to a peak of roughly 1400m. Then it was another 26km along the ridge and up to the peak of roughly 1900m. We would not have made it up and back before dark and would have wasted most of the day driving around the bottom of the mountain to a shorter trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first trip I've taken that turned out so horribly wrong. It had to be this one, and wasted 2 of the 4 days we had off. The only upside to it; we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pictures I took from "The Biggest, Best-est Hike on the Tallest Mountain in Korea" trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/_MG_3930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/_MG_3930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some small mountains, from inside, through a screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/_MG_3926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/_MG_3926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A river, from inside, through a screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/_MG_3932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/_MG_3932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge moth, inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115201835121344544?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115201835121344544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115201835121344544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115201835121344544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115201835121344544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/07/jirisan-national-park-busted.html' title='Jirisan National Park: Busted'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115141904012550164</id><published>2006-06-27T23:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:37:20.150+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Things</title><content type='html'>Ok, for the last week, work has been a tad bit demanding. We've had an exercise that took up a couple of days, I've been battling with outbound assignments, and we've had a couple of jobs that just won't let us fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth mentioning is a sewer line that was 5 and a half feet short of being tied in to it's manhole; a real gem that spanned the weekend and has taken up 2 days of this week also. It's a "jungle-gym" out there of electric primaries, communication lines, and our own water lines. Of course we only hit our water line when we dug it all up, and broke one more water line when we backfilled. I'm sure the comm guys are pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize for not updating in a week, but other things have kept me busy and too tired to post. I think me and Weez are hitting the tallest mountain in S. Korea this weekend; Jiri-san. More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115141904012550164?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115141904012550164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115141904012550164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115141904012550164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115141904012550164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/06/other-things.html' title='Other Things'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-115063222370879900</id><published>2006-06-18T21:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:27:26.386+09:00</updated><title type='text'>About That Kimchi</title><content type='html'>So that Kimchi that me and Matay made is still sitting in my fridge. It's completely taken over. Its all you can smell when you open the fridge. It's in 3 different Ziplocs, 2 other plastic bags, and an airtight plastic container. Somehow, this Kimchi has permeated all of that, and taken over the room. So I've taken measures to reclaim what is mine. I bought some baking soda for inside the fridge, some air fresheners for the room, and some altoids for when I actually serve this stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covering it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-115063222370879900?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/115063222370879900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=115063222370879900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115063222370879900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/115063222370879900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/06/about-that-kimchi.html' title='About That Kimchi'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-114984966568204530</id><published>2006-06-09T19:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:41:05.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Hooligans</title><content type='html'>World Cup 2006 starts tonight in Germany. I, for one, am looking forward to it. Japan's first game will be on the 12th against Australia. I urge all my friends in Europe to try to get to a World Cup game, if they can. I happened back through Tokyo when Japan hosted in the summer of '02, but it was about impossible to get tickets. Maybe there's an offer through the bases there. Check your community activities centers and outdoor rec's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us not in Europe, you can go &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/splash.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for coverage. And if you're still alive in 2050, you might want to check out &lt;a href="http://robocup.org/"&gt;RoboCup&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-114984966568204530?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/114984966568204530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=114984966568204530&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114984966568204530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114984966568204530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer-hooligans.html' title='Soccer Hooligans'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-114938289182223613</id><published>2006-06-04T10:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:29:52.950+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fodor's Immature Guide to Seoul</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: &lt;a href="http://www.fodors.com/index.cfm"&gt;Fodor's Travel &lt;/a&gt;has no actual affiliation with me. It's hard to believe, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the host with the most, Matay took me to Seoul, where we kicked it all over town. We stopped at the N Seoul Tower, the Royal Palace, City Hall, and Outback Steakhouse, but more on the others later.&lt;br /&gt;At 479 meters tall, the &lt;a href="http://www.nseoultower.com/english/default.asp"&gt;N Seoul Tower&lt;/a&gt; provides beautiful, 360 degree views of Seoul, the Capitol of South Korea. So why is it that I'm snapping pictures of the men's room? Is it the plumber in me, or just immaturity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lookout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot from the cockpit, so to speak... It's like you're pissin on Seoul, man! If you look closely, there's a fly printed on the porcelain to combat the folks with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adult_attention-deficit_disorder"&gt;AADD&lt;/a&gt;. There must have been a whole lot of moppin' before the addition of the fly. No matter how spectacular the view, you gotta keep your eyes on the prize.&lt;br /&gt;So is it the professional plumber in me? Is it the appreciation of a well constructed urinal, coupled with breathtaking scenery? Or am I just that immature? You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matay in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-114938289182223613?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/114938289182223613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=114938289182223613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114938289182223613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114938289182223613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/06/fodors-immature-guide-to-seoul.html' title='Fodor&apos;s Immature Guide to Seoul'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-114874114306055233</id><published>2006-05-27T23:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:38:54.196+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Kimchee</title><content type='html'>So me, Matay, and the boys from Matay's office headed to a Kimchee factory, with the guidance of KJ, also from Matay's office. She set the trip up and I'd like to thank her for an awesome time. I learned quite a bit about the history of Kimchee and the different types. Per the comment from the last post, yes Baxter, the smells were fantastic! I did not know that original Kimchee, known by street thugs as the O.K., did not have red pepper in it. The red pepper was introduced to Kimchee by the Japanese. Click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3406ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3406ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Matay at The Kimchee Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3420ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3420ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage Cut-Ups from the factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3424ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3424ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie time, we all learned how to make different styles of Kimchee. Side note: Your feet don't stink at a Kimchee Factory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, we all got to make Kimchee. After it was made, we bagged it up and got to take it with us. I'm gonna let mine stew for a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3436ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3436ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matay strokes his cabbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3439ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3439ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm man enough to wear an apron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Kimchee portion of the day, Matay showed me the Hwaseong Castle, which was built in 1794. It took us over 3 hours to walk the whole perimeter. Weez, it only involved a small incline at the beginning, but I'll get a climb in next weekend! Through the entire day, I snapped 322 photos. Below are the 4 photos I'm most proud of. Again, click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3452ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3452ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose in the rain on the way to Hwaseong Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3679ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3679ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front of a gate at Hwaseong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risking life and limb from the median, another shot of the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3692ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3692ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-114874114306055233?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/114874114306055233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=114874114306055233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114874114306055233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114874114306055233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/05/deep-kimchee.html' title='Deep Kimchee'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-114865879193815718</id><published>2006-05-27T00:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T00:53:11.950+09:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Road</title><content type='html'>Hey there, I'm in Suwon visiting my bro Matay! It's friday night and I found a wireless connection in his dorm! Life is good. It took about 2 and a half hours to get to Osan and then I waited 30 minutes to get a taxi to the subway. The subway from Songtan to Seryu went very fast. I enjoyed a few games of pool, and now its bed time. We will hit the Kimchee Museum and Factory tomorrow. It's great to be back, hangin' with my buddy Matay!! More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-114865879193815718?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/114865879193815718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=114865879193815718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114865879193815718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114865879193815718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-road.html' title='From The Road'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-114839425993305268</id><published>2006-05-23T22:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:31:31.170+09:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Well after a few days in the hospital, time has won the battle, and it's with fond memories that I bid farewell to my laptop. It seems to be more logical to replace rather than repair at this stage. I did pay alot for that laptop, but I'd say I got my money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;I took it to Louisiana twice, California once, and back and forth from Korea to Montana. It helped me through 5 college classes, started two blogs, and kept me in touch with my wife and kids for 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;I researched recipes, played lots and lots of poker, and downloaded ukulele chords. It's been my source of entertainment and education, my outlet for expression and release of aggression.&lt;br /&gt;I've ordered airplane tickets that lead to great vacations, researched adventures here in Korea, kept in touch with fellow airmen, soldiers, sailors and veterans.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered refills for my "Reach Advantage Flosser" from drugstore.com when I couldn't find them here, and got some great magnetic bumper stickers from Prankplace.com.&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I've downloaded hours and hours of raunchy porn, just kidding, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best memories I have of this laptop is from a post I submitted 1 year ago on 23 May, 2005. Below is a copy of that post, followed by a link to the old Blog, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sitting in my backyard in the shade with my laptop. Got a big glass of lemonade with a crap-load of ice in it. The chihuahua's are chilling in the grass. My kids are making treasure maps and "exploring" the backyard. It's a beautiful day and I think I'll play some online poker out here. Wireless internet is fantastic. The Contender is on tonight. Gonna barbecue some ribs, Korean style. Summer Sundays kick ass.My best friend had his wedding reception yesterday. I made two pans of baked ziti for it. I started the gravy on Friday night, it turned out spectacular. What a great weekend.My wife just joined us out here. I hope she doesn't want to go anywhere today, this backyard is just too comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh yeah, Happy Anniversary, Matay and Miss Lilly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokyo-slim.blogspot.com/2005/05/wireless-internet-and-great-weather.html"&gt;The Original Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-114839425993305268?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/114839425993305268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=114839425993305268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114839425993305268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114839425993305268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-long-old-friend.html' title='So Long, Old Friend'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-114833402370244214</id><published>2006-05-23T06:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T06:44:35.803+09:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Weez</title><content type='html'>So I get home from work friday and turn on my laptop to get saturday's weather. The laptop gives me a whole bunch of attitude. Here's how it went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey laptop, turn on and don't suck.&lt;br /&gt;My laptop: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's in for repairs, and I'm throwing up this post via email. I've got some pics from saturday's hike, but you won't see 'em. Not until a certain laptop we know changes it's attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that. Let's talk about my hiking compadre and cell-mate here at the Kunsan Correctional Facility. Weez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weez is home on mid-tour right now, and he's gettin' hitched. Congratulations, Weez! I wish you and your new bride all the best. Now hurry back; we've got a bunch more mountains to climb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-114833402370244214?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/114833402370244214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=114833402370244214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114833402370244214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114833402370244214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-weez.html' title='To the Weez'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23232456.post-114769675524000285</id><published>2006-05-15T21:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:22:39.290+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyeryongsan National Park</title><content type='html'>Ok, so despite having to work the weekend, me and Weez still managed to get outta here for a quick day hike. This park was a quick bus ride from my favorite town, Daejon. There were about 20 school kids that crammed on the bus after we got on; it got quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3067ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3067ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3068ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3068ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3073ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3073ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyeryongsan National Park gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3077ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3077ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small falls in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3082ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3082ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3093ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3093ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the temples on the way up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3094ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3094ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went left, to Gwaneumbong Peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3097ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3097ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some piles of wish rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3098ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3098ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for non-wish rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3113ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3113ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the temples we passed earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3119ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3119ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from near the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3121ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3121ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3132ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3132ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3140ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3140ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Weez on the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3145ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3145ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3147ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3147ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3152ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3152ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/1024/IMG_3156ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 102, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/236/1920/400/IMG_3156ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Weez relinquish our seats for this group of hikers. Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25RN_yDGrj8"&gt;here to listen&lt;/a&gt; to this group behind us enjoying life on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Photos By Tokyo Slim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to see a slideshow with more pictures, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfyPzBMgyb8"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23232456-114769675524000285?l=capicola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/feeds/114769675524000285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23232456&amp;postID=114769675524000285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114769675524000285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23232456/posts/default/114769675524000285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://capicola.blogspot.com/2006/05/gyeryongsan-national-park_15.html' title='Gyeryongsan National Park'/><author><name>Tokyo Slim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09083923432947674598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
