Since we don’t live by politics alone (I sincerely hope), what else did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
Since we don’t live by politics alone (I sincerely hope), what else did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
I am on the bullet train to osaka, currently drifting at subsonic speed in the misty hills between nagoya and kyoto. Octopus balls and incomprehensible japanese till tuesday!
In Toronto at the Asian Studies Association conference. Bad coffee.
The joys of learning in my seventy fourth year. Bought a tablet, upgraded my wireless modem for the 3rd time in 12months to handle wifi and resurrected an earlier PC that has been offline for a couple of years. Typing is relatively new for me and now I’m struggling with the tablet’s summon-up key board and all sorts of hidden other needs.
All this with a self-inflicted 60th birthday party inspired illness.
Watched Insiders. Watched DVD of Red Cliff. This time I could read the subtitles. Surfed teh net, etc. A dull, lazy day.
Not to mention one of my favourites, Faustus: Okonomiyaki.
I head up to Osaka next month, and fly back from Tokyo two days before Anzac Day with the beloved and her progeny.
The house is still as neat as a pakapoo ticket
Well done Terangeree (with the house) – and an exciting time in prospect.
I listened to lots of lovely music on my “new” sound system, spent far too much time chatting elsewhere about Margaret Whitlam’s demise and certain people’s lack of grace, and wandered into the garden to look at the broad beans and oakleaf lettuce that have replaced the tomatoes and zucchinis.
watched the rebels lose after the siren. Disappointing indeed.
Downloading and making japanese enka CDs for the car.
Oh those Russians…
http://en.gazeta.ru/news/2012/02/27/a_4014157.shtml
Fiona @ 6:
I think your congratulations are misplaced. To say that something is “like a pakapoo ticket” is to say that it is very, very messy or that it is indecipherable.
Thomas, are you sure that your car likes Japanese enka? How do you know that it doesn’t prefer to listen to AKB48?
I inserted my dongle into my computer.
FN – takoyaki FTW!
My Lady Friend is about to go to Japan, and asked me this morning what she ought not miss food-wise. Takoyaki and tataki were my answers, in that order.
Takoyaki are not recommended in Mihara at two o’clock, FDB.
Those both sound delicious, FDB. I’ll have to remember that next time I go to a japanese restaurant, as my knowledge of japanese cuisine doesn’t go far beyond the sushi/tempura/soba routine.
Most beautiful weather in Adelaide, no major sport to occupy or drown out other things. A row with bogans round the corner objecting to me taking my cat for a walk, fri night. Sat night went up to local for St Pat’s day, left early, no point if you aren’t a drinker.
Sunday was best- brilliant teev throughout the day and right through the evening on ABC and SBS; taking a shine to the Phryne Fisher thingie.
Sigh. Daimaru, I miss you.
Helen – I should have specified beef tataki. I reckon doing it with fish is like a wussy sashimi. Albeit with tasty dressing.
For quite inexpensive and excellent Melbourne versions of all dishes discussed on this thread – okonomiyaki, takoyaki and beef tataki, go to Teppansan on Russell St. between Bourke and Little Bourke.
[I do not work for Teppansan, and in no way stand to benefit from their promotion. In fact, I'm putting their kids through college.]
Seconded FDB. Still, I miss Daimaru’s okonomiyaki.
I just tried to find where Daimaru had been, and it turns out they closed in 2002 – before I got to Vic. To still be holding a torch for them a decade on, it must have been pretty special!
FDB, a purist might not think it was special, but it was worth me driving into the city from the ‘burbs for it on Sundays.
There was always an eager queue waiting up to 20 minutes for a slab of it weekday lunchtimes.
Still, here’s to Teppansan!
Seconding Craig Mc @16, their okonomiyaki was good. Simple dish, but soooo tasty.
@ 12 Well stop it.
My inner Molesworth still finds it highly amusing that in these days of Quarry Australia, dongers require massive cranes and a number of stevedores to move them about and can house 2-6 men in the desert.
Went to work early on Sunday, and learnt that — according to a QRNational myrmidon who ought to know better — it is perfectly safe for a 600+ tonne freight train to proceed without brakes.