An onsen that we visited in February had a little area where you could hang little boards, like the ones you see at Japanese shrines, with your deepest wishes and desires written on them.
If one of the boards is any indication, the youth of Japan are aiming high. This student’s wish was:
I’d like to score 70% or better on each day’s test.
Go for that big audacious goal, baby!
I received a wedding invitation in the mail recently, sent using these fantastic Star Wars stamps!
The only way this could have been better is if Han and Chewie were to the right of Emperor Palpatine, so that it looked like they were hunting him down.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I may have been the only one to get this particular stamp treatment, but, if not, the bride and groom have my undying admiration.
I’d like to thank my parents, Yukari and Doug Burton for supporting me all these years. Blackhawks, here I come!.
What better way to transport a gaggle of toddlers than in a peach-colored cage on wheels? The young woman who was wheeling these five (six?) tykes around rolled them up to the intersection near our house, then apparently forgot something and dashed away.
It looks a bit cramped in there, honestly, but maybe it’s good training for living in a tiny Tokyo apartment. I like that the tot in the red, sitting down, seems to have a thoughtful, yet resigned, look on his face as he stares through the bars of his wheeled prison.
Don’t worry about the kiddies, though. Yukari explained that this sort of thing is “totally normal” in Japan, right before telling me that I shouldn’t post it on my blog.
