Here are a few more photos from that trip to Matsushima I talked about earlier. The first two are from the boat cruise around the islands; I took about a hundred quick-succession shots of seagulls. The last one was taken in a grade school where we stopped to play around for awhile.
Seagulls flying in front of oyster farms
Chiaki, Ryoko, and Asami
A precarious balance
I’ve been looking at instructions on the back of boxes of imported foods here, and everything is in tablespoons and such. Most conversions are pretty straightforward, but I need to know how many grams per tablespoon of butter? How many grams per quarter cup?
UPDATE:
OK, for those of you with a stick of margarine or butter, find on the package where it says how many grams of the product there are, divide accordingly, and give me the number of grams per tablespoon of what have you. It wouldn’t be a problem except that the dumbwads who make butter can’t agree whether to measure it by volume or mass. But I need this information to cook.
I think every place has its bad points. But this place… it has four seasons, it has matsuri (local festivals), it feels new and yet safe. It is the kind of place one could raise a family. Why am I thinking of such things? I am in no position to have a family. But a secure place like this… maybe it is my current age kicking in. But I know this feeling will just get stronger as I get older.
To be honest it’s not that great today. Not that it isn’t usually… maybe this isn’t a great place. I’m in a room with 15 other people who are having fun. What’s wrong with me?
To whomever called me at 9:39am today, I was in class and couldn’t pick up the phone. ID Unsent usually means a call from overseas, but there are very few people who know the number for this phone… who was this mystery caller, and will they call back in two days at the same time? Only time will tell….
During my trip to Matsushima last week there was a man playing a hand-crank organ outside in the park. He would open up the back of the organ, feed in one end of some wood with holes in it, then turn the crank. The taped-together wooden planks would then feed out the other end and arrange themselves in a neat pile. It was a pretty amazing mechanical feat.
Apparently the town of Matsushima has an organ museum with almost 100 antique organs from Europe. I didn’t have a chance to go, but it might make for an interesting side trip someday.
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