As it turns out, okonomiyaki is incredibly delicious and pretty easy to make. I whipped up a decently tasty little pat of it, and Owen assures me that it actually tasted just like regular okonomiyaki. Party on, Wayne. Party on, savory pancakes.
This picture is horse sushi. Yeah. Horse. Raw, of course. I ate it; see below.
I wonder if I'll ever get tired of whipping out my camera and taking obtrusive pictures in the middle of public places. The answer lies in the depths of the sea that have been probed by no living creature, only James Cameron.
I gave blood today, which as always left me woozy and sleepy - but who am I kidding, that's how I always feel. It was a great excuse to pass out in the international center for a couple of hours, which was liking being handed a pot of money for being the laziest bastard ever. Fortunately, the health questions they ask you before donating in Japan are written and only about twenty in number, which is a sharp difference from the American never-ending torrent of oral questions about whether or not you have ever taken money for sex with a man from Nigeria, Rwanda, or Space since 1970 while intravenously injecting mad cow beef with a dirty needle, or whether you've slept with a man or a woman who's slept with a man who fits those criteria and, at the end of it all, are you in fact lying, you dirty, dirty whore.
I have two festivals this weekend, one at the international center on campus tomorrow, and the other this big cook-off at the dorm on Sunday. Tomorrow I'm supposed to give a talk about Japanese and American cultural differences, which I have not prepared at all at this point. I ended up giving a totally impromptu presentation on the same subject today in class, so I think I'll just give the same talk again tomorrow. Woot for rehashing tired old ideas. Anyway, I guess it's a fairly interesting subject - it's basically just my observations of the differences between the Japanese drinking culture and the largely dry American one. Of course, it's very simple and boils down to this: japanese likey drinky. American no likey. At least, that's what it sounds like when I say it in Japanese.
The horse was actually pretty good, and given an opportunity I would eat it again. The picture was just too good, though.
- Gyaa! I'm give up
Naka-ku, Hiroshima
730-0803
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