I like the feeling of the night breeze at airports. And also seeing all the people rushing.
I felt so holy in the public bath today.
A leftover post from China: Seven asked me to record the sound of this street sweeper, which he stood and listened to for quite a while.
He said: “If I ever write a book about Japan, it will be called ‘The man in the kimono’.”
I was scared to go to China, but it was ok: I didn’t get sick and I met nice people. I most enjoyed our cooking class in Yangshuo and playing soccer with some Chinese boys my age in Fuxing park…
Milo has been feeling a bit homesick this week. He’s upbeat and generally well behaved, but he is talking frequently about things he will do when we get home. I promised him that I will diligently keep updating his list so…
I was dreaming that we got back home and Mason was waiting for me at the airport and we ran to each other, and hugged and cried.
Why don’t they study a hippopotamus’s teeth and then download the data to make a special cutting device for butchers?
If there are too many, you can’t enjoy any.
When we grow up we will both be professors and live together in a $1 a month apartment to save money and then buy a castle house even more beautiful than our friend A’s.