here we are, a mere 5 hours into our relationship, and horace is already one of my best friends. it's a special kind of union, one that says "hey buddy, next time you leave an interview and decide to hoof across osaka to the apple store, i won't let you get lost." he thoroughly enjoys long walks on the beach, short walks on the beach, and other beach-oriented activities. shit, he pretty much likes doing everything i like to do. every question i ask receives a thoughtful, grammatically correct response, often in multiple languages. firm, but not overweight, i think "sleek" is a good descriptor. he knows something about everything, and improves my brains exponentially.
i'm thinking of developing a high five app so that me and the H man can take this action to the next level.
i didn't think that the japanese youth had it in them, but here we have it: graffiti in osaka. i think they're all vaguely condescending remarks with modifiers denoting politeness.
this is a japanese graveyard. i don't think they actually bury folk here, they just erect small shrines.
fine combination of modernity and classic japanese architecture. actually, the concrete telephone pole and the phallic roof are probably about the same age, but it's a nice concept.
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So, uhhhh, how's bout a new post every now and then?
Awww, I love how you named your phone after our son Horace Askew!
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