
Much can be said about the Japanese Samba, where rhythm meets aesthetics, erotism, and some times practicality.

Much can be said about the Japanese Samba, where rhythm meets aesthetics, erotism, and some times practicality.

Sketched up a skyline taking the silhouettes from a few, mostly Japanese cities, and some of your favorite monsters and robots.

One short roll of a sticky black sheet, a cutter, cutting mat and a few hours later the thing adorns one of the balcony exits like so:


This place is right by the office…


My namecards, ALL my namecards, were gone in a few hours. I suspect the kids took em. It’s always fun to have a foreigners card. Which is ok, but can’t seem to shake my notion on foreign friendliness:
After 4 years I were hoping I’ldve been upgraded from “foreigner friend*1” to “friend*2“.
Maybe in a few more 4-years.

*1, not really friend, more hugable animal with human qualities
*2, plain. real.
Caspers (exchange student at Tamabi) girlfriend Josefine (Half Scottish), were doing some work/interning at Kenwood. She uhm…kindly…always que up Craig David for me whenever we head on out to a karaokebox.
Sadly she was leaving Japan, so her French boss Fabian organized a farewell-party (Why with all the way too many goodbyes lately?). The place we went to had plastic cherry-blossoms indoors. But the real blossoming was when Fabian turned into De Niro. Cheeks turned pink. Everywhere. He could have got us into any place had we just figured which side the dimple were supposed to go on.
e-pill (Eddie) + wife came over, as mentioned.