final morning

I'm about to check out of the hotel. I have the entire morning in which to do absolutely nothing; I'm all packed and everything.

I'm also fresh out of cash, but I at least need to get to the airport.

Every so often, a car with loudspeakers drives outside out hotel babbling some nonsensse, probably ads. Last night it was a guy singing...

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( Pastry shop with its magic machine )

( Sensoji Temple )

( Me and a random Japanese fellow with whom I have something in common )

back home

Thursday on my way to the airport I learned two things too late:

1. there was a great-looking, accessible-looking sushi bar right by the train station near my hotel, which I could have gone to once I got sick of noodles.

2. Japanese women are much more friendly if you speak slow, internationalized English at them, instead of hesitant pidgin Japanese. I got two of them to take pictures of me with their phone-cams.

Time to catch up on my TiVo and see how quickly I can un-jetlag back to the real world in Arizona....

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My cable box somehow shut off a couple days after I left.

So I just finished deleting six days of blank programs off my TiVo.

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When a straight man acts really fancy like a gay man, is it really called "metro-sexual"?

Think it'll stick long enough for Metrocenter, the old mall in North Phoenix, to either change its name or its reputation?