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This evening we (Alan, Noriko, their kids, Yoshi, two other of Alan’s friends and I) went to The Panda Inn for some pretty good Chinese food. My fortune cookie fortune said: “A good bee never takes pollen from a fallen flower.” I believe in fortune cookies. Why not?
Well, as it turns out, Alice (Alan’s colleague) has a wireless Mac Network here at her house where we’re hanging out, so I can blog a bit. Alan’s sons Petey (in red) and Sammy (in blue) are very cute. I was glad to get this nice shot of them hanging on their Daddy. They totally […]
I’m leaving for a conference in Santa Cruz for the weekend and won’t be back until late Monday, so Goyablog is resting.
Well, the rains we had recently caused a collapse of the upper right section of our almost-finished retaining wall. The backfill wasn’t in yet, so it was predisposed to collapse with all the rain beating on it. Chris fixed it yesterday. Except for a more proper drainage solution above all the walls and some grading. […]
The Japanese Crown Princess Masako went on her first public outing (a bunraku puppet performance) since succumbing to the stress of Imperial Household life. Meanwhile, the Japanese government is apparently preparing legislation to allow for an empress to assume the Chrysanthemum Throne, solving the imperial succession problem that has arisen with the Crown Couple having […]
“If you offered me a shade of blue, would I return it saying that it was too dark or light, or would I see it for the precious thing that it might one day be. Hold on to me.” (The Cowboy Junkies, “Hold On To Me”) I must be in a blue mood. The past […]
I guess I just can’t get enough of the overpriced food at the Rainforest CafÃ©. Safa had a free kid’s meal coupon and no school today so we invited her friend Madeleine to join us. The three of us had a good time. Afterward, I bought fishing poles for Safa and me. I promised her […]
As in raining them. Seems like the Apocalypse is upon us, or at least upon Los Angeles. Tornados and hail belong in Kansas, not California. Read about it here. I wish this kind of stuff would hit W’s ranch in Crawford and the Whitehouse simultaneously, as God’s way of informing our ignorant president that global […]