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Kill The Last Geisha Trailer

Thanks to Mitsu for putting this trailer together!

Please note that you will need the Divx 5 codec for Windows or for Macintosh to play the video. If you're only getting sound, you need to download and install this file.

In reference to this particular article from The Register...

The author here makes an incredibly shortsighted assumption that all people who run a weblog are journalists, or are aspiring journalists. The simple truth is that most people who run weblogs do so as a means of documenting their own history. Your average Joe's modern weblog is NOT a newspaper or magazine. It does not have a team of writers or an army of photographers, nor does it publish on a scheduled basis. It probably does not even have an established subscriber base. Names are often either changed or omitted. Most importantly, nobody is being paid for what goes online.

On the other hand, a weblog isn't really like a diary or journal either; everything is public and in many cases readers can post a response of their own. There are no underwear drawers to be rummaged through,

To me, blogging is more like a world pub. Publishers (speakers) and readers (listeners) drop in as they wish. Some blog posters are storytellers with crowds and fancy words, while others sit in a corner muttering to themselves. Some of the posters open themselves to criticism, and others don't. Some of the listeners in the crowd shout out commentary, and others sit back and observe. If an old man in the bar is telling a tale or explaining a past experience, he doesn't have to ask anyone if he's telling it correctly. If I post something on my blog, I don't need to get an editor's opinion or consult any sources.

Where does this comparison to journalism come from? I'm not a journalist. This isn't a serial novel. I'm an old man in a bar, telling war stories. If you don't like it, go sit in a corner. Better yet, tell your own stories.

One of the foreign student associations held a dance party that was supposed to have free food. They did, but not nearly enough. Originally I had bought ingredients with the intent to make curry for myself, but Chiaki transformed my meager resources into a feast of biblical proportions. (Substitute loaves and fishes with rice and curry.) We fed 15 people. Afterwards, stayed up until the wee hours chatting the crowds which had gathered.

Watched a movie tonight called "Zato-ichi." It has a blind samurai, and gangs of bandits, and ninjas, and it's just too cool for words... so see if you can find a copy locally; it's pretty recent though, so you may be out of luck.

So apparently all the women in Japan think I'm 25 or 26 (in reality I turn 22 in a couple days.) Glasses make their estimates go haywire, and I generally get better impressions with contacts. Why is that?

I should write about this amazing day before my mind loses details...

Yesterday, started by going to my lab's hanami at 12 followed by the @home student group's one at 2. It was incredibly windy but I wore contacts anyway. At the second hanami I met up with some people I had met a few days before, and a couple new ones... I invited them to my birthday party.

It was an all-you-can-eat shindig. And afterward a bunch of us were going to some other club meeting but wound up getting coffee instead. Then I was shown how two people can ride one bike, which is more innocent than it sounds. We returned to the kaikan where eight of us held an impromptu party in my room until 6 am. Now I'm exhausted but there's a girl sleeping off alcohol in my bed.