Asashouryuu takes home another tournament victory, and does it before the admiring eyes of Jacques Chirac. This makes 11 for him, and excluding last year's fall tournament, a hell of a lot in a row. Asashouryu owns Sumo these days. He's the Yankees of powerful, hairless fat men.
momus (prolific blogger and "famous" musician) seems to be obsessed with japan in a lot of ways, and he has so much (mostly) well-thought out esteem for the place, it helps me take a step back. Jets spend a damned lot of time bitching. I think he goes too far, and I think we (the population of my office and the other jets I spend time talkin to) go too far in the opposite direction, but it's nice. It's nice to hear from someone who likes japan for a reason other than the ready access to naive women, or the traditional culture or video games or some shit. He really likes the place. I like the place too, but...
Also, a recipe: toast some bread, put honey on it. Spread with a knife. dekiagare. yum.
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