with jiji

with jiji
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After a full day of walking around and shopping in Shibuya, Harajiku, and Omotesando, Tonchan skipped her nap.
As soon as she finished dinner she started to fall asleep in her chair.

harajuku swing

harajuku swing
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she doesnt really like swinging but if another kid is having fun she wants to do it too.

vacation day 1: failure

First day off of work and Tonchan off of school; the start of a great adventure in father-daughter bonding...failed utterly. Tonchan and P had a bit of a stomach thing last week and now it was my turn. Went out a bit in the morning and then by the time we met P for lunch I was feeling miserable. Took a taxi home and Tonchan passed out. Got home and we both napped for an hour. Tonchan woke up screaming for mama and I could barely crawl into the bedroom and die on the futon, so I had to call P and have her come home early.
Slept all day, all night, and all day again. Feels like the flu -- achy joints, cold and shivery but hot, not hungry at all. Also feels like exactly what I had last year around New Year's. Would prefer this to not be an annual event.
Hopefully will be ok tomorrow and Tonchan and I can go check out the Kids Castle or something fun...assuming she can tolerate being with me all day without mom!

who pooped on the carpet?

who pooped on the carpet?
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There comes a time in every parent's life when your kid goes running around the apartment post-bath naked, has diarrhea, and tears down the hall into the bedroom leaving a stinky messy trail. At least she grabbed some tissues to help clean up afterwards.

scallop sandwich @ westpark cafe

scallop sandwich @ westpark cafe
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bonenkai girls
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Had the first of several Bonenkai (end of year) parties.
This one was with Hoho, one of our new graddies joining next year, and her college buddy.
Bonenkai literally means "forget the year" and there is plenty about 2008 I'd like to forget!

happy 2nd birthday

Chikage sings happy birthday to herself on her second birthday.

happy birthday!

happy birthday!
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Me and the Ton took a little walkabout; went up to the Robot SlidePark at The Hills and goofed off for a bit before heading home through the backstreets of Moto Azabu. Stopped at this little local park and for the first time she was into the swing...for about 30 seconds. Much preferred the slide, though on her second ride down she launched off the end and landed flat on her butt. Minor crying ensued but she's tough as nails so I brushed her off and carried her home.


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The Tonchasaurus got herself a nice Miffy plate and proceeded to slaughter some pasta, several pieces of bread, and tons of icecream -- with sprinkles!


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After the AIS X-Mas party we got on the subway and headed over to the ANA Hotel for a big buffet lunch.

the shrine

Her Royal Tonchaliscious is quite particular about going to bed. In order to properly enter the blissful state of sleep, the appropriate sacrificial offerings must be made to the Sandman and the Night Gods. Arrayed upon the shrine (otherwise known as the window sill above the futon) there must be: several pieces of gum in their dedicated Small Bowl, a plastic bottle of Calpis®, and a glass of water. Optionally, depending on the mood of the deities and the alignment of the heavenly bodies in the night sky, there may also be required any or all of the following: some cookies, chocolate bread, juice carton, a small apple.
Only when the Sandman and his Darkly Servants are appeased with such offerings will Her Majesty The Tonchanator enter into peaceful slumber (assuming that mom arranges the appropriate blankets just so whilst delivering the appropriate belly and/or back patting. Dad need not bother; any attempts at getting within 30 centimeters of the Gateway to Slumber will be forcefully repulsed and accompanied by a now-standard "No Papa! Mo iyada! No Touching! Bye-bye!")

nice dinner

Had the lawyers take us out for dinner. Nice place in Omotesando; stylish interior, excellent menu (seafood, imported and domestic beef), English-speaking staff, apparently excellent wine selection...and the place was absolutely dead empty on a Thursday night.
Bodes not well for economy in general and the expat community in particular.

new clothes

new clothes
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Got some new clothes at Muji in Yurakucho. The Tonchalizer will ONLY wear clothes that have buttons on them, so she got a couple shirts and this fly-fly polka-dot hoody, which she refused to take off. She also got a sporty pair of pajamas and some socks (buttons on the pajamas, no buttons on the socks.)

Oh and the lego do NOT belong back in the lego box; they belong scattered all over the floor. This appears to be the same theory as applies to the colored pencils. And the DVDs.  And the stickers.


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P needed liver and so we headed to Sankoen for a proper Korean BBQ feast. Tonchasaurus ate lotsa bibimba but wasn't interested in the meat.


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Taking a walk and Tonchabeast declared that we MUST RIDE THE BUS! So we did, and went to Ginza. As soon as we got near Familia she then declared that she MUST HAVE BALLOON! So we went downstairs and got her a balloon. This time I managed to not let it go and tied it firmly to the bag once she got sick of holding it.

apples from baba

apples from baba
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Big box of apples and Kiwi fruit from Grandma. Tonchan did not like the Kiwi fruit and demanded that they were immediately removed from the box. Don't think she liked the scratchy, hairy skin.

the racist

Had an interesting experience at cutting practice in the Kudanshita Dojo this evening. I arrived about 8:30, changed out, and hit the floor to practice and help teach. The first class ended about 10ish I think, then the second class started. Mostly the same folks; a few went home, a couple new people joined.
One of the guys, whom I shall call Racist Ass ("RA"), was cutting on the center stand and not succeeding too well. It was quite obvious what he was doing wrong, so after several minutes of struggling and not seeming to understand what he was doing incorrectly, I approached him and give him a word of advice, as is both my tendency and my responsibility, being the senior ranked instructor on the floor. He casually waved off my advice in a way I considered fairly rude, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt; many people would rather struggle through figuring it out themselves. So I stepped back and let him whack away. Elvis mentioned to me that this was the racist guy who doesn't like advice from non-Japanese, and I recalled being told about the kid.
I've been living in arguably the single-most homogeneous and xenophobic country the world has ever seen for nearly 15 years, so I wasn't too frazzled by him.
Later in class, Elvis was cutting and RA walked right behind him, to  the other side of the room, and started putting bits of cuttings into a trash bag. That was just plain dangerous and stupid, and I immediately confronted him.
The setup: he was squatting on the floor, scooping small bits of trash into a bag. I was standing  in front of him. It is also important to note that I outrank him, significantly. This is important not because I like to throw my call-me-sensei weight around (in fact this is the first time I have ever done so), but because while it is perfectly acceptable for me to speak to him using both informal and casual language, it is completely unacceptable for him to use anything other than formal, polite language when addressing me directly, on the dojo floor, during practice, and not having any personal (aka friend) relationship whatsoever. (Even Elvis knows to address me, in Japanese, in the dojo, during training, with the correct formal polite Japanese, though he can call me his beotch if he speaks English.)
In fact, in accordance with proper old-school tradition (like if we were at the main Honbu Dojo, or if Gosoke were around), he would be required to sit formally in seiza when I addressed him.

me: "Heah, you can't just walk behind someone like that when they're cutting, it's dangerous."
RA: [doesn't look up from his trashbag] "I checked that it was safe."
me: "You what? Who are you? A shihan? Some kinda expert?"
RA: "Shihan..."[chuckles, still looking down]
me: "Yo, do me the courtesy of LOOKING at me when I address you, huh?"
RA: [looks up at me with the best evil-eye he can muster]
me: "Are you listening to me?"
RA: "I hear you."
me: "Wise-ass, I asked if you are LISTENING to me, or do you just hear the sounds I am making?"
RA: "Yeah, I'm listening."
me: "Get changed and leave. And I don't ever want to see your face again. Leave. NOW."

At this point Moriya-san and Sakaguchi-san also chimed in and told him to get changed and go home. Sadly, my feeble English translation does not even begin to describe the utter contempt and smugness practically steaming off of RA.
The funny thing is, though the racism generally pisses me off, what really got me was his blatant disregard for both safety and the fundamental respect system inherent in Japanese martial arts.
Maybe he felt only a Japanese person can properly convey the finer nuance of Japanese martial arts, maybe he just don't like the White Man; I don't know and don't care. And I find it sad that he will never, ever learn a single thing about any legitimate Japanese martial art, ever. For his attitude is the absolute embodiment of everything that the arts do not stand for.
On the surface a traditional Japanese martial art appears to prize and favor appearance, formal etiquette, and show over substance. But the fact is: it does not matter how old you are, what sex you are, what country you come from, what color your skin is, what gods you worship, how much money is in your bank account or who signs your checks or anything. All that matters is what you have achieved in the art; the art, and your accomplishment in it is everything.
So I find it generally sad that this kid, who probably thinks he's some purist Japanese national with great pride in His Country and His People and His Traditional Arts, simply and fundamentally does not understand the first thing about what makes Japanese martial arts so wonderful.
But even beyond all that, I don't care if you are the emporer himself; you do something that I consider dangerous in my practice when we're swinging live blades, and you don't listen to me when I call you on it, you are out. End of discussion.

bag head tonchan

bag head tonchan
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Child puts bag on head. Child runs mad about the room. Child giggles hysterically. If she's still doing this when she's 14, we got problems.

weekly update

This week I spent most of my time at work...sniffling and coughing. Luckily for those around me, my throat hurt so much that by Wednesday I had basically lost my voice. I also managed to leave before 11pm TWO night this week. The other nights I technically left work really, really early in the morning.
The Tonchabeast has been in fine form in the mornings. This morning for breakfast she soup stock powder. In a bowl. Licking it off a spoon. I think she eventually had some udon or something, but anyway there is a fine line between really-cute two-year old and does-she-has-mental-defects? two-year old. I mean, she's not even two yet, so how smart can she really be? Never mind that Chinese kid I saw on youtube who can solve a rubik's cube faster than I can...that don't count.


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I am sick so I deserve this. Besides, it`s good for my sore throat. Really!


Ah, Tartland, I hardly knew ya.


Ton's breakfast this morning: three pieces of gum. Popped the first piece in her mouth, spit it out in about 3 seconds. Popped the second piece in her mouth and chewed and chewed until she swallowed half of it and made funny hacking noises. So I pulled it out of her mouth and threw it away. She went BALLISTIC; screaming and crying for her gum. After a few minutes she went back to the table, sat on mom's lap, and started happily chewing on the third piece.
I got dressed and left for work. She walked me to the genkan and gave me a big hug and a kiss and a smile and said "Bye bye papa! ~Masu!"
I figure she'll get hungry by lunch...

packing and business travelling

Having recently come back from 6 cities in two weeks, using one carry-on, I have decided to share my packing and business travel skills with the wider world, in the hopes of making everyone’s (and by extension my) travel experience better.

Note: this information will most likely be useless for those of you who are, unlike me, female. This is not some outright sexism on my part, but more a testament to the differences in dress and personal hygiene that exists between the sexes. For example: a guy can wear the same pair of shoes for two weeks, no matter what the suit and shirt. This is, as far as my limited experience informs me, completely impossible for a female (my sources being limited to my wife and my mom.)

Along the same lines, my metrosexual male friends will also find this regime challenging. But another way to think about it is this: I am trying to help. You really, REALLY do not need to wear a different pair of shoes every day. Really.

First of all, get yourself two critical pieces of luggage: an ass-kicking carry-on with garment capacity, and a “personal bag” that is more messenger than backpack.

For the first, I highly recommend and personally use Tumi’s you-can-have-any-color-you-want-as-long-as-it’s-black Alpha Frequent Traveler 22" Framed Expandable Carry On. I know this is an incredibly uncreative choice. Surely I should be recommending some trendy brand like Samsonite’s Marc Newson designed Scope brand or anything by Mandarina Duck. However I use Tumi for the same reason that everyone else does: luggage has to first and foremost be useful: it must lug around my oh-so-precious contents. Fashion takes a far second place. What is IN the luggage can be as hip and trendy as possible, but that only counts if your tailored suits and natural organic cotton undershirts make it through your trip in some reasonable approximation of wearable. Also, the 22” size does fit into overhead bins, barely (not expanded). And nothing fits in the overhead bin of those dinky puddle-jumper domestic US flights, so just carry it on and check it planeside.

(Digression: I also own and totally love my 10 year-old Rimowa, but alas it is not carry-on-able. I use that when I need to smuggle entire wheels of Parmigiano Reggiano into Japan.)

As for the second bag, I am more flexible. It must be capable of holding all airport necessities: mainly laptop plus addenda and TSA-approved liquids. It must also look acceptable with a suit; thus the ban on backpacks. Sorry, I don’t care how hip and trendy you are, and I don’t even care if it’s a Tumi backpack (in fact that’s even worse – you are matching your luggage?! I am trying to help my metrosexual friends, not encourage them!) And wearing only one strap on your shoulder doesn’t help. You cannot wear a backpack with a suit. This rule is important so I will repeat it: You cannot wear a backpack with a suit.

My personal choice wasn’t really my choice at all. I was given a surprisingly normal-looking gray, expandable Freitag by my good buddy. Turns out the wide strap is comfortable, even when wearing a suit, it holds everything plus room for more, is basically indestructible, and looks reasonably cool enough but not so cool as to be inappropriate with a suit. Also the handy waist strap (that any proper messenger bag has in addition to the shoulder strap) makes strapping the bag onto the expandable handle of the Tumi carry-on simple. Bags decided, we proceed to the packing list:

  • Two suits (i.e. two jackets and two pairs of pants), dark (navy blue, charcoal gray, etc.), preferably bespoke, and only one proper suit hanger
  • Five shirts, light colors (striped whites, light blues, etc.), preferably bespoke, 100% cotton, with French cuffs
  • Seven pairs of 100% cotton, calf length black socks (throw in some navy blue if you can’t tell the difference anyway)
  • Seven pairs of well worn but not run down undies (my personal choice is boxers, the uglier-patterned the better, but if you are a tighty-whities man or what have you, go for it)
  • Seven plain white v-neck undershirts (used to be all Kirkland until I discovered the lightweight and excellently priced three-packs at Muji)
  • One bathing suit (non-speed type, see below for reason)
  • One pair of I-founded-a-tech-start-up khakis ( Banana Republic, etc.; you know the type)
  • Accessories: one pair of cufflinks (silver), one black belt (silver buckle), one pair of brass collar stays, one sensible watch (i.e. can actually tell you the time and will NOT set off airport metal detectors)
  • One TSA-approved liquids bag containing necessary liquids (hint: fly a decent airline like ANA international business and you can stock up on toothpaste and toothbrushes, lotion, and mouthwash on the plane)
  • One bag of non-liquid toiletries (hint: supplement with hotel supplies and basically this contains head-shaving accessories, floss, and emergency medical kit only)
  • One pair of black leather shoes, nice
  • Several 100% silk ties, keen and preferably loud (orange, purple, etc.)
  • Laptop and addenda (power/LAN/USB cable-age, etc.)
  • International cellular phone and recharger
  • Blackberry and recharger
  • iPod touch or equivalent electronic entertainment device
  • Travel documents including all flight and hotel information, printed on actual paper
  • Cash money in relevant currencies
  • An ink writing utensil (a pen) and a small pad of blank paper
  • A book (hint: buy one at the airport and leave it in the lounge for the next guy when you’re done with it; guerilla bibliophilia)

  • A Rubik’s Cube (if you cannot solve A Rubik’s Cube in an Impressively Short Amount of Time – at most two minutes, forget the cube)
  • A pair of cheap sneaks
  • One over-garment of warmth (fleece, sweater, whatever you can wear OVER your suit jacket so not a pullover, preferably cardigan-style)
  • Seasonally optional: knit cap, gloves, muffler (recommend Alpaca wool; the best comes from Peru and the greater Montana/Wyoming basin)

The packing process is simple: first, put aside one of the suits (and related shirt, tie, socks, belt, shoes, etc.) to wear – this will significantly reduce the amount of space taken up in the suitcase. Put the other suit pants on the hanger, then put the remaining shirts on the hanger one over the next, and finally put the suit jacket on the hanger on top of them. Insert this bundle of fashion into the garment sleeve of your Tumi. Double fold the ties and slide them flat into the garment sleeve pocket. Double-fold the t-shirts and undies and stuff them deep into the bottom of the suitcase. Add the non-liquids toiletries bag and the folded khakis, then stuff the over-garment of warmth into the remaining space, and insert the socks (paired) into any remaining crevices. They are 100% cotton socks; they will fit, like a rat or cockroach, into the implausibly tiniest of places. Finally wedge the cheap sneaks in, soles up, strap down the package, and close it up.

Into the messenger bag insert everything else, TSA-approved liquids last.

Passport, cellphone, wallet, and airline tickets stay on your person (aka in your pockets) at all times. No exceptions except for Security Theatre Performance (see below.)

In preparation for your Security Theatre Performance at the airport, put your cellphone, Blackberry, and wallet into your messenger bag (this is only temporary and only to Stop The Terrorists.) Take off your belt (the sensible silver buckle will invariably set off the metal detector) and put it in the messenger bag, too. Now take two trays. Put the laptop in one. In the other place (in this order) your shoes soles down, your jacket, folded neatly, and your TSA-approved liquids bag. Put your gear onto the X-Ray belt in this order: jacket/shoes tray, Tumi, Freitag, laptop tray.

As soon as you get through to the other side of security, put on your jacket and shoes and grab your TSA-approved liquids. Next grab your Tumi, put it on the floor, and extend the handle. Grab your messenger bag, strap it onto the Tumi handle, and open it. Replace the TSA-approved liquids into the Freitag then grab your laptop and stuff it back as well.

Now that your Security Theatre Performance is over, LEAVE THE STAGE IMMEDIATELY. You do not want to be called back for an encore. You don’t have to go to your gate or the airport lounge, but get the hell away from the general vicinity of the TSA. At a safe distance from that pleasurable Stop The Terrorists experience, open your messenger bag. Put your belt back on and return your wallet and cellphone to their rightful places in your pockets.

You may now proceed to the lounge and/or gate and/or plane and/or duty-free shopping, and have the option of:

  • Being productive (laptop, Blackberry, shopping)
  • Relaxing (iPod touch, book)
  • Pissing off the annoying person next to you (Rubik’s Cube)
  • Getting your shoes polished

I highly recommend getting your shoes polished at every possible opportunity. Since you are wearing the same pair of shoes all day every day for two weeks, they will need it. Hotels often do this for free overnight, and badly. Airports and some choice train stations provide this service for a nominal fee (usually about four to six bucks) and the generally excellent service often comes with some entertaining side chatter (though this may be in Spanish, Creole, or some West African language, depending on what airport you are in.)

Since you are flying business and generally (though not always) there are as many seats as there are people trying to sit in them, and since you have Perfectly Acceptable Carry-Ons, do not line-up early to get on the plane as soon as possible. This is unbecoming and a bit tiring. Instead, go to the toilet (better to relieve yourself in the relative comfort of the airport lounge facilities than in the in-flight closet of a bathroom.)

Once on the plane, proceed directly to your seat, through the Freitag onto the seat and using both hands immediately put the Tumi in the overhead. This should take no more than five seconds. Practice at home lifting your fully packed Tumi above your head. Too heavy? Get thee to the gym, couch potato. Bonus points if you can contort enough to do this without actually standing in the aisle. Now take your seat, removing your book/laptop/whatever as necessary and stuffing the Freitag under the seat in front of you (or in the overhead or side compartment if you are in business as under the seat in front of you is taken up by all that neat business seat mechanics and electronics.)

Give your jacket to the flight attendant so that it may spend the flight comfortably hanging in a closet as opposed to wrinkling itself about your person. If you get cold on the plane do NOT remove the over-garment of warmth from your Tumi until you have assessed the unavailability of an in-flight cardigan (ANA rocks.) DO remove your shoes and if possible socks immediately and put on the in-flight footwear (ANA rocks again) -- nothing mentally and physically refreshes like putting on different footwear.

When you land, take your Tumi and your Freitag and leave the airport forthwith. Be sure to smile smugly and knowingly as you pass the luggage carousels without stopping. Get in a taxi. Tumi goes in the trunk, Freitag stays with you in the back seat.

At the hotel, don’t get any help with your luggage as you don’t need it. Check in, go to your room, and immediately open the suitcase, remove the garment bag, and hang the suit and shirts in the bathroom. Not the closet: the bathroom. That evening when you take a shower the bathroom will get all steamy and warm – instant suit pressing. Note I am not saying to take a shower with your suit; simply use the steamy environs of the bathroom as a makeshift suit press. If the shirts are really wrinkly, call housekeeping to get the laundered or alternatively iron them yourself.

(Digression: As much as my mom and wife tried, there are two things at which I am thoroughly useless: sewing and ironing. Luckily, you only have to iron the flat left and right front of the shirt and the front of the collars, and not even the placket, because that will be covered by the tie, and the rest of the shirt will be covered by the jacket.)

Do NOT unpack the suitcase. The general rule is: when you use something, put it back. Put your toiletries case on the bathroom counter, along with the TSA-approved liquids bag. Don’t forget to pilfer the hotel bathroom’s provisions (quality hotels provide q-tips and mouthwash.) When you use something, return it to the proper bag; done brushing your teeth? Return the toothbrush to the toiletries bag and the toothpaste to the TSA-approved liquids bag. (Alternatively, use those little single-use toothpaste tubes you got from the airplane and toss it when done.)

When you have worn something and it’s dirty: flip it inside out, fold it, and return it to the suitcase. This works for all key garments: socks, undies, t-shirts, dress shirts. The corollary to this rule: when you take something out of the suitcase to wear, only take what is right-side in (aka not inside out.)

If you are attempting to be healthy, workout in the hotel gym wearing your t-shirt, stylish black socks (push the down around your ankles or be bold and leave them 80’s style pulled up to mid-calf!), bathing suit (that’s why I recommend the non-speedo type), and your sneaks.

Going to a casual dinner with friends? Keep your dress shirt on, lose the tie, and throw on the khakis. Wear the sneaks if you are on the west coast.

Before you check out, return the suit and shirts to the garment sleeve, minus the dirty shirts you have flipped inside out and folded neatly into the suitcase. It will fit; the thickness of the garment sleeve is inversely proportional to the volume of dirties stuffed into the suitcase proper (volume of clothing is basically a closed system, i.e. a zero-sum game, especially true when everything is properly folded, minimizing wasteful air pockets.) Grab the toiletries bag and TSA-approved liquids, replace laptop, etc. into Freitag, put on that day’s suit and clothing, fill pockets with passport, wallet, cellphone. Do a final idiot check before leaving the hotel room: don’t bother checking the drawers since you didn’t even use them. Do check the bathroom, desk, and closet.

If the weather is and/or you are generally cold, keep the garment of warmth out; either wear it over your suit jacket or tie it around the shoulder strap of the Freitag.

When you eat: always, ALWAYS protect the tie. Best strategy is to open up the second-from-the-top button on your shirt and insert the tie. Second-best is to flip the tie over-the-shoulder but note that an over-the-shoulder tie has a tendency to revert to its preferred stable state, usually about when you start into your tomato soup. People may think a tie in-the-shirt or over-the-shoulder when eating looks kind of dorky. People also think formal trousers should be cuffed and button-down collars looks “casual”. People are wrong. If you spill on the shirt, you can cover it with the tie. Also it’s easier to wash out or have laundered a shirt stain than it is to spot clean or have dry-cleaned a tie.

Finally, jet-lag strategy: don’t bother; power through like a real man. Whatever time zone you are in, go to bed at 11pm and get up at 6am. Whatever you do you will be tired. Deal with it. If you don’t regularly drink caffeine, business trips are a good place to temporarily abuse, even more so because you have no tolerance and so that morning cappuccino will really, really work. Beware the caffeine crash headache and mood-swings. Also eat lots of fresh fruit (apples from the airport lounge, bananas from in-flight. They have them, just ask) – natural sugar will wire you nicely to combat fatigue, keep your thirst in check, give you something to do (chewing) and is better than inhaling junk food, ensuring that your suit pants will actually fit even near the end of two weeks on the road.


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Eating rolled cabbage and distracted by delicious ketchup.


SF, Chicago, NYC, Philly, Boston, Career Forum...lots and lots and lots of recruiting.
Things learned:
  • How to live out of one carry-on suitcase for two weeks, with two good suits and plenty of socks.
  • US airports, in general, suck. alot.
  • Not being able to drive doesn't suck in NYC. Everywhere else it is really unpleasant.
  • Better to order hotel room-service breakfast morning-of than night before.
  • Hotel laundry shrinks EVERYTHING; socks, shirts, necktie, suit pants...
  • America, generally speaking, cooking everything in BUTTER and/or covers it in CHEESE.
  • Caramel sauce + strawberry ice cream + m&ms = crazy delicious
  • Many, many, MANY people have 800 Math GREs, 4.0 GPA, masters in Computational Finance (or Math PhD), fluent Mandarin and Cantonese...and zero personality. Hint: we are going to work together 70 hours a week for the next 5 years at least. Please do not be BORING. Have, I dunno...a hobby?


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TWO showerheads!

deutsche bank's 3rd quarter

2008 Q3. Bring it!
"Deutsche Bank AG, Germany's biggest bank, reported a surprise third-quarter profit and said it doesn't need to raise capital, prompting the biggest gain in 16 years in Frankfurt trading. The bank rose 18 percent after posting net income of 435 million euros ($573 million). Analysts had predicted a loss."


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Got some Tibetan curry with Layla and her parents near Boston Central Square.
She drools cute and has a strong grip. Needs some more hair though, but she's got time.