Daisuke Matsuzaka pitching(May 26,2006)
土曜日, 12月 09, 2006
おやじの海
海はよ～海はよ～でっかい海はよ～ おれを育てたおやじの海だ
落ちて苦労の白髪も増えて塩の匂いが肌身にしみた
そんな親父がいとおしい
今はよ～今はよ～静かな海はよ～ 一度荒れたら岩をも砕く
しぶきたちこめ打ちよす波に 右にてぐすを左で櫓をこぎ
辛い漁師に耐えてきた
空のよ～空のよ～入道雲がよ～ どこか似ている親父の顔に
つらい時には 入道雲を じっとにらんで親父の苦労 思い出しては耐えてゆく
落ちて苦労の白髪も増えて塩の匂いが肌身にしみた
そんな親父がいとおしい
今はよ～今はよ～静かな海はよ～ 一度荒れたら岩をも砕く
しぶきたちこめ打ちよす波に 右にてぐすを左で櫓をこぎ
辛い漁師に耐えてきた
空のよ～空のよ～入道雲がよ～ どこか似ている親父の顔に
つらい時には 入道雲を じっとにらんで親父の苦労 思い出しては耐えてゆく
火曜日, 12月 05, 2006
月曜日, 12月 04, 2006
木曜日, 11月 16, 2006
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_9rYi-DHRE&mode=related&search=yoga%20contortion%20bikini%20splits%20flexibility
土曜日, 10月 28, 2006
From two years ago this month:
Today's secret shopping job was freaky.
First of all, my job was to observe sales reps for a cellular company as they roamed around a grocery store, and to determine that they were doing their job, and to take a picture of them to verify they were wearing the right uniform.
When I got to the grocery store at the appointed time, I could not find the sales reps. I went home and called the marketing manager as was directed, and she said (a bit impatiently) that the reps were there, so I went all the way back to try again.
As it turns out, their presence at the grocery store was not approved by the management of the store, so they were posing as grocery shoppers (albeit in their promotional clothing for the cellular company) who occasionally stopped to chat with fellow shoppers about the phone they were using.
I stalked one rep in particular, an older woman, until she finally approached me. Then I walked away and stalked her and the other rep, a younger blonde woman with a baseball cap on, until I decided it was time to blow my cover and get a picture of them. I never got to talk to the younger woman, and only saw her back. I didn't want her to realize I was following her.
So I'd observed them for fifteen minutes and it was time to introduce myself and photograph them as evidence that I had done my job. I finally spotted them by the registers, getting chewed out by the store manager.
I approached the older woman after she walked away from the manager and said, "Um, hi, I've been secret shopping you." And then the younger woman comes up. She looks at me, and her face lights up in recognition, and I realize, shit, that's Ciara B., this effervescent girl who was 2 years ahead of me in high school and was in musicals with me and took driver's ed with me. We have one of those "omigod, what have you been up to?" moments.
But we can't talk much. We've both got jobs to do, and they're being ousted from the store anyway, so I took the picture of them (she hammed it up with a nearby cardboard cutout of George Bush, very vintage Ciara) and went on my way.
(For those of you who know the person I'm talking about--she still looked the same. Still has long hair and pretty nails and perfect lipstick. Although she may have gained a few pounds and wears a wedding band.)
Oh, and then the older woman asked me if she could get a copy of the digital photo I took. I said, "Sure, just give me your email address."
It was so very weird.
I knew Ciara from high school. We were in musicals together, from my 9th grade year on. We also took driver's ed together one summer, the summer after her father died in the motorcycle accident. She was one of those girls that everyone liked and admired, and she was beautiful too, with the long blonde hair she curled sometimes and a face you couldn't help but watch. I hope she's really happy.
This photo has notes. Move your mouse over the photo to see them.Today's secret shopping job was freaky.
First of all, my job was to observe sales reps for a cellular company as they roamed around a grocery store, and to determine that they were doing their job, and to take a picture of them to verify they were wearing the right uniform.
When I got to the grocery store at the appointed time, I could not find the sales reps. I went home and called the marketing manager as was directed, and she said (a bit impatiently) that the reps were there, so I went all the way back to try again.
As it turns out, their presence at the grocery store was not approved by the management of the store, so they were posing as grocery shoppers (albeit in their promotional clothing for the cellular company) who occasionally stopped to chat with fellow shoppers about the phone they were using.
I stalked one rep in particular, an older woman, until she finally approached me. Then I walked away and stalked her and the other rep, a younger blonde woman with a baseball cap on, until I decided it was time to blow my cover and get a picture of them. I never got to talk to the younger woman, and only saw her back. I didn't want her to realize I was following her.
So I'd observed them for fifteen minutes and it was time to introduce myself and photograph them as evidence that I had done my job. I finally spotted them by the registers, getting chewed out by the store manager.
I approached the older woman after she walked away from the manager and said, "Um, hi, I've been secret shopping you." And then the younger woman comes up. She looks at me, and her face lights up in recognition, and I realize, shit, that's Ciara B., this effervescent girl who was 2 years ahead of me in high school and was in musicals with me and took driver's ed with me. We have one of those "omigod, what have you been up to?" moments.
But we can't talk much. We've both got jobs to do, and they're being ousted from the store anyway, so I took the picture of them (she hammed it up with a nearby cardboard cutout of George Bush, very vintage Ciara) and went on my way.
(For those of you who know the person I'm talking about--she still looked the same. Still has long hair and pretty nails and perfect lipstick. Although she may have gained a few pounds and wears a wedding band.)
Oh, and then the older woman asked me if she could get a copy of the digital photo I took. I said, "Sure, just give me your email address."
It was so very weird.
I knew Ciara from high school. We were in musicals together, from my 9th grade year on. We also took driver's ed together one summer, the summer after her father died in the motorcycle accident. She was one of those girls that everyone liked and admired, and she was beautiful too, with the long blonde hair she curled sometimes and a face you couldn't help but watch. I hope she's really happy.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/strph/67825680/
月曜日, 10月 23, 2006
Blogging languages
I was really surprised today with this stats I saw in a recent technorati blog post. According to this, the language most used in the blogs is not english, as I would imagine, but japanese! One more reason to learn japanese, I guess. One of this days I'll have to make a japanese version of this blog...
http://www.simplice.net/en/artigo.php?cat=11&id=645
金曜日, 10月 20, 2006
Guide Dogs
The first school for guide dogs was established by the German government after WWI to aid blinded veterans.
Schools now exist in several European countries and in the US, where the pioneer Seeing Eye, Inc., founded by Dorothy Harrison Eustis in 1929, is one of the best known.
A visually impaired master spends about a month at a school training with a pre-trained dog and is usually charged a nominal fee.
What breeds are most frequently trained as guide dogs?
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Schools now exist in several European countries and in the US, where the pioneer Seeing Eye, Inc., founded by Dorothy Harrison Eustis in 1929, is one of the best known.
A visually impaired master spends about a month at a school training with a pre-trained dog and is usually charged a nominal fee.
What breeds are most frequently trained as guide dogs?
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水曜日, 10月 18, 2006
土曜日, 10月 14, 2006
Ironman Canada
My report from Ironman Canada in Penticton, B.C.
Swim: 3.8 km
Bike: 180 km
Run: 42 km
Sunday August 29, 2004, 3:30 a.m. I am jolted awake by the alarm clock, set at full volume. This is it! Race morning. Everything I have worked for over the past six months comes down to this day.
the hollywood north report: September 2004
Swim: 3.8 km
Bike: 180 km
Run: 42 km
Sunday August 29, 2004, 3:30 a.m. I am jolted awake by the alarm clock, set at full volume. This is it! Race morning. Everything I have worked for over the past six months comes down to this day.
the hollywood north report: September 2004
cool site
I was strolling through Geek Town, Akihabara in downtown Tokyo where geek is chic and dork is bork. Amongst the myriad stores bulging with electronic doodads, gizmos, and whatdahellisdats
http://samuraidave.wordpress.com/
http://samuraidave.wordpress.com/
cool site
Culture Shock & Eikaiwa Teachers in Japan
Moving halfway around the world, to a culture as foreign and difficult to penetrate as Japan`s is difficult for anyone.
If you become an English teacher here, you will probably have to deal with a Japanese boss and staff with different cultural values from your own.
This can lead to a feeling of paranoia in some cases; isolation and disillusionment.
http://japan-living.blogspot.com/2006/08/culture-shock-eikaiwa-teachers-in_14.html
Moving halfway around the world, to a culture as foreign and difficult to penetrate as Japan`s is difficult for anyone.
If you become an English teacher here, you will probably have to deal with a Japanese boss and staff with different cultural values from your own.
This can lead to a feeling of paranoia in some cases; isolation and disillusionment.
http://japan-living.blogspot.com/2006/08/culture-shock-eikaiwa-teachers-in_14.html
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