Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
cup o' noodle
i remember i used to love these when i was a kid. the chicken flavored ones. i loved to eat it barely cooked, still almost crunchy. extremely al dente. now it's oriental flavored top ramen for me.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
Happy Birthday Asako!
家 はどこ行ってもネコがいた。ニューヨークではあさ子が2歳ぐらいのときネコをしっぽをつかんで振り回していた。(その話は何度も聞いたでしょ。)この写真 ではネコが木の枝からぶら下がっているけど。。かわいそうに。だけど今はネコを自分の子供のようにかわいがっている。ネコ女。《人のことはあまり言えな い。自分の家もネコ屋敷。)
お誕生日おめでとう!(左下霊南坂教会)
Akasaka, Tokyo, 1967. The Birthday Boy and Girl. We always had cats wherever we went. When we lived in New York when Asako was 2, she used to swing the cat around on its tail. (She's heard that story a million times). (Look at this picture - there's a cat hanging from the tree - poor thing) But now, she loves cats like they're her own children. Cat Woman. Of course, I can't talk, we live at the Cat Club.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
57th Yuki Matsuri
We went to the snow festival in Sapporo the past weekend, and it was really awesome! The snow and ice sculptures were truly beautiful, and the kami-sama had favored us with a huge blizzard just prior to our arrival. It also snowed bucketsful during our stay. All in all, a great experience! I recommend everyone go at least once. Click through to flickr for more photos.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Happy Birthday Dad
Happy Birthday Blaine Mathew Hoy
Blaine was born in Jackson Michigan on February 11th, 1949. He is the oldest of 7, including Steven, Debbie, Kathy, Judy, Lori, Mary, and himself. He was born to Robert James Hoy and Norma Elaine Hoy (Maiden Bouton)
Thanks for being my Dad. I love you.
-Kevin
P.S. Edited for Ignorance.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Happy Birthday Masayasu (Machan)
Mother & Son. Buenos Aires, Argentina. October, 1963. This is what I remember. We lived in a haunted house. There was a rooftop terrace where my father used to sunbathe nude. We stacked up the living room cushions up to the ceiling, then got on the very top of the cushions and toppled to the floor. Remarkably we were still alive. Machan would eat in his high-chair and dinner time would be over and he would still be eating. The babysitter tried to clear his plate and he would cry very loudly.(You probably heard that story about a thousand times). お誕生日
おめでとう!Feliz Cumpleanos! Although I´m a day late... There was a courtyard in the middle of the house, with a small fountain. We would look at the water going down the drain and talk about how the water swirls counterclockwise in the southern hemisphere. (?) Altho Masayasu was too small to talk. Do you remember Buenos Aires? The enchanting city of your birth?