<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 13:38:37 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>My Traveling Reality</title><description></description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-4942527869575227061</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 06:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-28T23:44:02.059-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Spain</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>A Hamtastic Day!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was a good day. No, it didn't involve Battlestar Galactica, but it did involve ham. Glorious ham. Mr X and I were out and about for the day and we inevitably wound up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bristolfarms.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bristol Farms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- a delightful place in which to wander and sample expensive morsels of food. While we were gazing longingly behind the cured meat counter, Mr X spotted some rare and incredibly expensive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamon.com/iberico.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jamon Iberico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It was $100 per pound. Out of curiosity he boldly asked the woman behind the counter if they get many requests for this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_ham"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;expensive Spanish ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. She said not a lot of people ever get it except one day when it was 40% off (still a hefty $60 per pound). Today, sadly, was not that day. But to our surprise and delight, the Meat Lady asked us if we'd like to try some. Of course we would! She presented us with four mouth-watering slices to sample. (Probably about $10 worth, I imagine.) It was absolutely hands-down the most delicious ham I have ever eaten. I'm going to find out when it goes on sale again and then I'll run down to Bristol Farms and order four slices for $5. Or maybe I'll just have Mr X bat his lashes at the Meat Lady again so we can get some more free samples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409411814942350754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SxIXYqlwnaI/AAAAAAAACIM/sqtXlIwFXso/s400/JamonIberico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409411821618007122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SxIXZDdXDFI/AAAAAAAACIU/WQas99mdRmE/s400/JamonIberico2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-4942527869575227061?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/11/hamtastic-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SxIXYqlwnaI/AAAAAAAACIM/sqtXlIwFXso/s72-c/JamonIberico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-8861216913766558328</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T19:06:56.998-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>misc</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>holidays</category><title>The Status of my Christmas Shopping</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm proud to report that after this past weekend, Mr X and I are completely finished with our Christmas shopping. I'm thrilled as this means that the only thing left for me to conquer from my holiday to-do list (besides all of the frivolous baking of course) is mailing off all of my neatly wrapped gifts for people. Oh yes, I've already wrapped them all in festive paper and tucked them into their boxes for shipping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now watch, I'll end up getting everybody their gifts late this year due to a false sense of "being ahead of the game." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you have time to kill or you are as fascinated with food pictures as I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/page/1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;go here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and enjoy. Or more appropriately - be prepared to be appalled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-8861216913766558328?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/11/status-of-my-christmas-shopping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-8731640382083193977</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T20:41:14.300-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Citrus season is looming</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The season of citrus is nearly upon us and I'm pleased to report that I've got my first 'take' behind me now. My fruit bowl is filled with nearly 3 dozen limes in this photo. I made a key lime pie this past weekend. This coming weekend I'm going to make pomegranate-lime juice to quench our thirst and I'm going to cut the peel into strips and 'candy' them. Well that's the tentative plan, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SvuAxWWTtgI/AAAAAAAACIE/1QCw0Q_Dd8k/s1600-h/Limes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403053763262133762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SvuAxWWTtgI/AAAAAAAACIE/1QCw0Q_Dd8k/s400/Limes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-8731640382083193977?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/11/citrus-season-is-looming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SvuAxWWTtgI/AAAAAAAACIE/1QCw0Q_Dd8k/s72-c/Limes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-1772769575112831682</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 03:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T21:06:22.570-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>holidays</category><title>Gift Idea</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr X took this picture while gallivanting about in Japan. I just never got around to posting it for your viewing pleasure. In honor of the upcoming season of gifting I thought I'd post this gift-worthy watermelon. I would be pretty ecstatic to receive this, but I don't believe one can purchase them here in the US. They're spendy little things too - Mr X reports this one was around $60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Svo2pcEArwI/AAAAAAAACH8/FNvQvc7LDTY/s1600-h/squaremelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402690788519882498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Svo2pcEArwI/AAAAAAAACH8/FNvQvc7LDTY/s400/squaremelon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-1772769575112831682?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-idea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Svo2pcEArwI/AAAAAAAACH8/FNvQvc7LDTY/s72-c/squaremelon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-1381522780956591941</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T18:53:01.151-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Just for Briana: Sulu Kofte</title><description>Because I haven't been blogging lately I received a phone call from my lovely friend Briana, demanding to know if I was dead or not. (Thank you so much for your phone call and for keeping in touch, Briana!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't felt like I had anything worthwhile to write about. I haven't been going to any exotic places other than Buckeye, Arizona. I've just pretty much been working a lot, working out when I can, baking and surfing the Internet for travel destinations in an attempt to live vicariously through other people's fabulous experiences. Though yesterday I attended a formal cooking class that turned out to be very blog-able. More on that later though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Briana also wanted a recipe from me, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sulu Kofte &lt;/strong&gt;(Turkish meatballs in tomato sauce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kofte ingredients:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pound ground beef or ground lamb&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup short grain rice, washed &amp; drained&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;salt (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;pepper (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, grated&lt;br /&gt;4-5 Tbsp crushed tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;salt &amp; pepper (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;chopped parsley (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the flour on a large plate. Knead the first 5 ingredients together in a bowl. Break off small pieces and roll them into a small ball shape. Roll them in the flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile saute the onion with the olive oil and butter for a few minutes in a medium sized pot - until they are soft and tender. Add the crushed tomatoes, water, salt and pepper. Bring the mixture to a boil over medium heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently drop the floured Kofte into the pot and stir slowly. Cook for about 20 minutes on just below medium heat. Sprinkle some chopped parsley on top and then serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acibadem Kurabiyesi &lt;/strong&gt;(Turkish Almond Cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup ground almond (available in specialty stores)&lt;br /&gt;1 2/3 cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 egg whites, lightly whisked&lt;br /&gt;Garnish: slivered almonds or almond halves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place all ingredients except the garnish in a medium sized pot. Stir constantly at just under medium heat. Do not let the mixture boil. To ensure that the temperature is right, dip your pinkie in the mixture - it should be warm but shouldn't burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the contents of the pot into a heat proof dish. Let it cool down. Oil 8 paper baking cups. Once the mixture has cooled down a bit, spoon it equally into the oiled baking cups. Place the almonds on top and put the cups on an oven tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 350 F. Then turn down the heat to 240 F and put the tray in the oven. Bake for about 45 minutes without opening the oven door. If you open the door, the cookies will droop. Let the cookies cool before serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-1381522780956591941?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-briana-sulu-kofte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-8925127480805295285</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T19:31:41.033-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Kings in other countries</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Several weeks ago I headed to the back of the building in which I work seeking out a few of my IT coworkers to ask them a question about something or other. There is room in the back where that has become their workspace/offices. It was a once cavernous stockroom that is now cramped and overflowing with cords, adapters, monitors, CPUs and all sorts of other technical IT necessities. Often the actual IT personnel can’t be found in this office because they’re out bustling about fixing things and causing trouble (the latter part is just my opinion). But on this particular day I got lucky and there they were…several of them…sitting around chatting and enjoying &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_pie"&gt;Moon Pies&lt;/a&gt;. I have never, to my knowledge, come across a Moon Pie before so I had a rather quizzical expression on my face when I saw the treats. But my coworkers apparently have guilty consciences and they somehow all decided that my facial expression conveyed disappointment in their snacking choices.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them desperately blurted out, “You know, we would be KINGS in other countries!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I replied, “What on earth are you talking about?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: “In some other countries they LOVE fat people because portliness is a sign of their power and wealth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Well it’s unfortunately then that you live in THIS country in THIS century then, huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: *sigh* “Yeah, it is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they discovered that I had never experienced the (apparently) delectable joy of the Moon Pie it was all I could do to get out of there before they had the chance to jam one down my gullet. And I never did get around to asking them my question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SrwZHF8wK1I/AAAAAAAACH0/zWOd4qjn4VQ/s1600-h/Moonpie.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SrwZHF8wK1I/AAAAAAAACH0/zWOd4qjn4VQ/s1600-h/Moonpie.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385206864075041618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SrwZHF8wK1I/AAAAAAAACH0/zWOd4qjn4VQ/s400/Moonpie.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-8925127480805295285?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/09/kings-in-other-countries.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SrwZHF8wK1I/AAAAAAAACH0/zWOd4qjn4VQ/s72-c/Moonpie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-5504139955096204772</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T09:18:00.774-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><title>In case of emergency</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Mr X's hotel these signs are posted up on the balconies between rooms. Apparently in Japan, if there's an emergency and you need to escape quickly, you really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; supposed to karate chop your way to safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpIGlhVFPNI/AAAAAAAACHs/y9XRL8c_tG0/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373364547078143186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpIGlhVFPNI/AAAAAAAACHs/y9XRL8c_tG0/s400/Picture+146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-5504139955096204772?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-case-of-emergency.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpIGlhVFPNI/AAAAAAAACHs/y9XRL8c_tG0/s72-c/Picture+146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-4343523982726460293</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T09:16:00.128-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><title>To Market, To Market</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some random shots from Mr X's ventures out and about. The first is from the local market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpIGXnKa_cI/AAAAAAAACHk/mxfLAntOHMY/s1600-h/Picture+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373364308125875650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpIGXnKa_cI/AAAAAAAACHk/mxfLAntOHMY/s400/Picture+154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The second is a photo of the local beach. Mr X reports that it's always this crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpIGXOm1HnI/AAAAAAAACHc/dpDb0hcyEhs/s1600-h/Picture+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373364301534142066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpIGXOm1HnI/AAAAAAAACHc/dpDb0hcyEhs/s400/Picture+153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-4343523982726460293?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-market-to-market.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpIGXnKa_cI/AAAAAAAACHk/mxfLAntOHMY/s72-c/Picture+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-711044566413033083</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T21:15:44.712-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Ready for some home cookin'</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As most of you know, I love pictures of food. So before Mr X left I instructed him to be sure to take lots of food pictures for me. He's done a great job with it too. This first picture is one of his more recent meals. He wasn't pleased at all when they placed this feast before him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373350231387163090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpH5kPOYSdI/AAAAAAAACG0/_zXJaV0stF4/s400/Picture+145.jpg" /&gt;The next picture is another memorable meal. I've included an excerpt from Mr X's email describing it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373350238050979314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpH5koDKDfI/AAAAAAAACG8/6UwLxggcLaQ/s400/Picture+152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I ate lunch at the Latin Oasis. They have tacos on the menu and their special is taco rice. You would think it's a taco with rice on the side. Nope - a bed of lettuce, a pile of rice, little bit of meat, a couple of beans and some crushed chips."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the crushed chip looks like a Dorito rather than a regular corn chip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next picture is from a shopping excursion. Here's what Mr X had to say about that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373350269571530274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpH5mdePfiI/AAAAAAAACHU/_KPEEB_qMR8/s400/Picture+149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I stopped by the store in the neighborhood. The glasses in my room are too small. I wanted a big giant cup I could fill with ice and water but they only sell tiny little glasses for the tiny little people. So I bought a couple of beverages. CC Lemon Zero. It's 'the new zero calorie refreshment with a plentiful of vitamin c'. That's what it says on the bottle. It tastes like lemonade that never got stirred up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I challenged Mr X to quit with the disappointing restaurants and go to the store and find himself something a little more palatable. This is what he came back with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373350245280531330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpH5lC-0Q4I/AAAAAAAACHE/pF3j_2AjQ_E/s400/Picture+159.jpg" /&gt; Teriyaki Chicken with plain white rice. (Slightly boring, right? But probably decent to Mr X.) And below we have "Apple Pie" from a french bakery. He said it was more custard-y and didn't taste quite right.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373350261219716754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpH5l-XA7pI/AAAAAAAACHM/EgpXBVjIYfU/s400/Picture+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-711044566413033083?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/ready-for-some-home-cookin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SpH5kPOYSdI/AAAAAAAACG0/_zXJaV0stF4/s72-c/Picture+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-3943270785144827824</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T08:24:00.415-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>Presenting Owen Tucker</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a severely belated &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my fault)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; photo of my newest nephew, a Mr Owen. He was born back at the end of June. He's having a nice sit with his big brother, Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370753729823670322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SojAD9I-gDI/AAAAAAAACGk/irOi10hnKzQ/s400/JMBaby" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-3943270785144827824?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/presenting-owen-tucker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SojAD9I-gDI/AAAAAAAACGk/irOi10hnKzQ/s72-c/JMBaby' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-4214804085057494231</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T21:02:57.688-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>My Handiwork!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check this sweet picture out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371875409949145858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soy8OVOsuwI/AAAAAAAACGs/O42T6JUktLE/s400/Summer+2009+1106.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's the hat I painstakingly made and gave to my SIL for the arrival of her new son. It didn't fit at the time but it sort of does now. Look at it - it doesn't even cover the poor tyke's ears. Good thing it's August and he doesn't need to be bundled up. By the time his little noggin' needs to be kept warm the hat will probably fit him like a yarmulke. Oh well, I tried. Thanks so much for sending me this adorable picture, Nicole. It made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-4214804085057494231?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-handiwork.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soy8OVOsuwI/AAAAAAAACGs/O42T6JUktLE/s72-c/Summer+2009+1106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-8432398855953518213</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T08:19:00.473-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weekend</category><title>Wicked</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past weekend a girlfriend of mine took me for a night out to see the play Wicked. I had a wonderful time and thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you, H, for a delightful evening out. My verdict? The play is better than the book, hands down. (But I still like Phantom more.) You can go &lt;a href="http://www.beyondtherainbow2oz.com/wicked-a-new-musical-in-pictures.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see pictures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370752670550303762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi_GTChpBI/AAAAAAAACGc/gONct-20UgA/s400/wicked-playbill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-8432398855953518213?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/wicked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi_GTChpBI/AAAAAAAACGc/gONct-20UgA/s72-c/wicked-playbill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-4806072849892090519</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T08:06:00.217-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weekend</category><title>Snorkeling</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently Mr X decided to go on a snorkeling adventure in Japan. I'm not sure exactly where he went, but the views were beautiful and he had a really nice time. This was the day before the Typhoon hit, actually. He said he saw all sorts of sea creatures - lots of different fish, lobster and plenty of creepy looking eels. The water was cold but not cold enough that Mr X needed a wetsuit, but he was pretty chilled after swimming around for two hours. But the Japanese think of everything so they had these old boats that had been converted into hot baths for all of the shivering bodies to enjoy. Mr X climbed into the boat to warm up with everybody else. He said it was really nice until he warmed up enough to think properly. Then he came to the conclusion that sitting in a big giant boat/tub full of strangers was kind of gross. So he got out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370748530343020978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi7VTkMCbI/AAAAAAAACGE/j3NKN7RBq-U/s400/Snorkel1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370748544697193458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi7WJCfU_I/AAAAAAAACGM/O8KNPahk4ok/s400/Snorkel2.jpg" /&gt;On the way to and from the snorkeling spot Mr X captured breathtaking views of Mt Fuji:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi7WQUa5JI/AAAAAAAACGU/2SJfNSMgT4E/s1600-h/MtFuji.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370748546651448466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi7WQUa5JI/AAAAAAAACGU/2SJfNSMgT4E/s400/MtFuji.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-4806072849892090519?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/snorkeling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi7VTkMCbI/AAAAAAAACGE/j3NKN7RBq-U/s72-c/Snorkel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-3186551971178804228</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T19:58:06.766-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weekend</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Cheese Glorious Cheese!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day, way back in June Mrs Nye called me and asked if Mr X and I'd like to come over for a Cheese Party the next weekend.  I immediately thrust my microwaved mug of low-fat part-skim Mozzarella aside and enthusiastically said "Yes!"  (Okay, maybe I didn't actually have a steaming mug of cheese in my hand when she called, but the chances are good that her call interrupted me while &lt;em&gt;daydreaming&lt;/em&gt; about cheese.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Each couple was to bring two different types of cheese of their choice, preferably of the stinky variety, along with some sort of salami-type meat. Mrs Nye baked some incredibly delicious European style bread and I brought some fruit so we wouldn't get rickets. (Mrs Nye also improvised with some tasty olives because she's just good like that.) The result is what you see below and I believe it to have been one of my favorite meals of the year so far. I'm sure that doesn't surprise you since my idea of a tasty indulgence is a a mug of melted cheese with some sort of chocolate chaser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi0lIxJy0I/AAAAAAAACF8/CiQKY1KBtvI/s1600-h/P1030962.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370741105741122370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi0lIxJy0I/AAAAAAAACF8/CiQKY1KBtvI/s400/P1030962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi0kfqebuI/AAAAAAAACF0/dvNzHI63W_Y/s1600-h/P1030965.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370741094707261154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi0kfqebuI/AAAAAAAACF0/dvNzHI63W_Y/s400/P1030965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point to this post? Go have a Cheese Party...you won't regret it, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-3186551971178804228?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheese-glorious-cheese.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Soi0lIxJy0I/AAAAAAAACF8/CiQKY1KBtvI/s72-c/P1030962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-7150857147763988722</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T09:14:51.223-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><title>Another one...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr X was in yet another earthquake yesterday. This time it was a 6.5 magnitude quake. Still large enough to cause damage and kill people - at least that's what I heard on the news this morning on my way into work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-7150857147763988722?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-5745303965094324125</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T05:00:00.562-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>misc</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>yuck</category><title>Check it out</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamarazzi.org/2009/08/post-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and then come back here and tell me what you think of it. I think it's pretty gross. Why would a grown woman who should know better take it that far? I wonder what her kids think when they look at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-5745303965094324125?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/check-it-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-5816960815294927029</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T11:01:51.325-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weather</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><title>Not calm or collected</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Mr X first got to Japan, I saw news articles about the unusually high amount of rain in that area which was resulting in massive and deadly mudslides. I wasn’t happy to hear this. Then I relaxed some as the days and weeks progressed. Then Mr X called me this weekend to report that he had just been through the largest earthquake of his life. It was a magnitude 7.1. That’s pretty big. I don’t think I’ve ever experience any that were over 5.0 here and those were scary enough. I guess the last earthquake that Japan had was a 7.2 and it resulted in a lot of deaths and destruction. Mr X assured me that he was safe and sound, though he definitely felt the quake since he’s on the 13th floor of a hotel. He said the whole building was swaying back and forth and that it lasted a long time. That was Sunday night (for him). Then Monday Typhoon Etau hit Japan and so far it has caused 13 deaths and 20 people are missing. Oh and it initiated another slew of mudslides again. I DO NOT like this one bit. I want Mr X to come home NOW. Okay, maybe not now – but just as soon as the typhoon has passed over completely and the skies are calm again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-5816960815294927029?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-calm-or-collected.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-4261055963653398755</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-05T10:14:00.782-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Dining Options</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mr X has run into some interesting places to dine while out and about in Japan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509657991188610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYemzN-EII/AAAAAAAACFU/qPA24Hul3pA/s400/buddha3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This place wasn't open when Mr X encountered it so I can't report to you what the Japanese version of a pie is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYenjDBsmI/AAAAAAAACFk/xtXrxOn7lRQ/s1600-h/Sub2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509670830191202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYenjDBsmI/AAAAAAAACFk/xtXrxOn7lRQ/s400/Sub2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This place also wasn't open. Mr X wanted to see what what served at an Amish restaurant in Japan. The menu was posted, but unfortunately that doesn't really help Mr X out much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509677874160674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYen9ScJCI/AAAAAAAACFs/Wlv2HXacYWg/s400/Sub3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYenGylp3I/AAAAAAAACFc/1cdGdwQzJq0/s1600-h/Restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365509663245051762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYenGylp3I/AAAAAAAACFc/1cdGdwQzJq0/s400/Restaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You would think that with a name like "Lasagna Cafe" this would be an Italian restaurant, but you would be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-4261055963653398755?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/dining-options.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYemzN-EII/AAAAAAAACFU/qPA24Hul3pA/s72-c/buddha3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-1922787791236935228</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 16:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T10:09:00.398-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><title>Japanese Landscaping</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are my some of my favorite pictures the Mr X has sent back from Japan. I just love the beautifully manicured landscaping and the lush green of it all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365508335827501762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYdZ1xlQsI/AAAAAAAACE8/RDtoszsKCP4/s400/Hachimango2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365508350977248386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYdauNkDII/AAAAAAAACFM/RLQTZzGhB4Q/s400/Kenchoji3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365508344318810978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYdaVaEW2I/AAAAAAAACFE/9644OJDqaC4/s400/Hase5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-1922787791236935228?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/japanese-landscaping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYdZ1xlQsI/AAAAAAAACE8/RDtoszsKCP4/s72-c/Hachimango2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-5786468356604422252</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T10:00:00.427-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weekend</category><title>Buddhist Temples</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past weekend Mr X hopped a few trains/buses and did some exploring. He visited several Buddhist temples and had a nice time checking different areas of Japan. He visited the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3101.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hase Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as well as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C5%8Dtoku-in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kōtoku-in Temple in Kamakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3104.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kenchoji Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Here are some of his pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYYDp-sReI/AAAAAAAACEc/CiizWDuPTNI/s1600-h/Hachimango1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502457146000866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYYDp-sReI/AAAAAAAACEc/CiizWDuPTNI/s400/Hachimango1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502791830867586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYYXIxyDoI/AAAAAAAACE0/CZh4fiIhoJw/s400/Hase2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501693002520178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYXXLUsFnI/AAAAAAAACD8/1KzrqVxXuFE/s400/Hase1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502471275302050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYYEenYTKI/AAAAAAAACEs/dTwSaPSTDUA/s400/Kenchoji2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(That green thing in the front is a watermelon tied up in rope, in case you were wondering.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502464914132466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYYEG6wjfI/AAAAAAAACEk/pxuGkELtjBg/s400/Hase6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501681708468050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYXWhP-h1I/AAAAAAAACD0/oUCn2eDosW8/s400/buddha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This is the Great Buddha. It's over 13 meters high, so almost 44 feet tall.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYXXdQkDjI/AAAAAAAACEE/ZWQ6keBV080/s1600-h/buddha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501697817054770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYXXdQkDjI/AAAAAAAACEE/ZWQ6keBV080/s400/buddha2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; (That's more fruit as offering/gifts below the enormous Buddha. The orange things are grapefruit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501710812884850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYXYNrAr3I/AAAAAAAACEU/CMbejoJNrpA/s400/Hase4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501706221915570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYXX8kcDbI/AAAAAAAACEM/fZsDtLBL-rE/s400/Hase3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(This was a tiny cave with Buddha carved into (among other things) and people would buy the tiny little Buddha statues and put them in there. Mr X says the cave was very short - even the Japanese people had to hunch over to go inside.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-5786468356604422252?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/buddhist-temples.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYYDp-sReI/AAAAAAAACEc/CiizWDuPTNI/s72-c/Hachimango1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-4592120086643235157</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T16:41:30.466-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Mr X's digs</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Mr X's hotel room door. It's very 'apartment-like' to me. Mr X, who is just shy of 6 feet tall, reports that were he any taller at all, he would have to duck to walk through the doorway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365498272544393922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYUQFH7CsI/AAAAAAAACDU/y4mNAf7NznU/s400/HotelDoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The hotel has some special 'health observations' for their patrons. They don't really make much sense but that's why I enjoy them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365498285769906946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYUQ2ZIWwI/AAAAAAAACDk/uYpA70zWMOI/s400/HotelHealth1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the view from Mr X's room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365498282822841970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYUQraftnI/AAAAAAAACDc/Bqb7O2Zcn6k/s400/HotelView.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just a typical alleyway nearby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365498267672840706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYUPy-dCgI/AAAAAAAACDM/33UIrjSZJy0/s400/Alley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This little food stand is one of the places where Mr X actually enjoys eating. But he's not getting the skewers of intestines or pork livers or chicken tails (what exactly is that anyway?). He's just getting the more standard skewers of straight up chicken and pork and those are pretty tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYURR4ds5I/AAAAAAAACDs/rNlCfSEC36g/s1600-h/MeatSticks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365498293149086610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYURR4ds5I/AAAAAAAACDs/rNlCfSEC36g/s400/MeatSticks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-4592120086643235157?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/08/mr-xs-digs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SnYUQFH7CsI/AAAAAAAACDU/y4mNAf7NznU/s72-c/HotelDoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-7672859245397354495</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T09:10:39.438-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><title>It's Mr X's Birthday! Well sort of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The strange thing about Mr X’s birthday this year is that it falls on a different day for him than it does for me. Sort of. The fact that he’s 16 hours ahead means that by the time his birthday has started in my reality, it’s almost over for him. Bizarre. So I guess this will seem more like a belated birthday post to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in an effort to not miss wishing Mr X wonderful birthday wishes, I'm starting today (his birthday over there already) and I'll end tomorrow because that's his official birthday in this hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mr X! I hope you have a fantastic day despite being thousands of miles away. I at least hope you manage to find yourself some delicious food so you can celebrate properly with some good eatin’. KFC maybe?  I love you and miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-7672859245397354495?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-mr-xs-birthday-well-sort-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-588574737758286100</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T09:00:07.364-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Japan</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>A bit from Mr X now</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr X's first day after his arrival in Japan he ventured out to explore the immediate vicinity. During these explorations he hit the local grocery store to get himself something to eat for dinner. Here's the picture he sent back: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343755570403906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Sm5sur8VWkI/AAAAAAAACCs/vMoyeYEBPxw/s400/Dinner1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wontons, some sort of noodles, 'cooling grapefruit' beverage and some nuts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All in all not too bad, I think. He says the drink was actually quite tasty and every thing else was pretty decent too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More importantly though, here are some pictures of Mr X's "smart toilet": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343760777282066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Sm5su_VwAhI/AAAAAAAACC0/Xjkf6uQNuAk/s400/terlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363343767123893330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Sm5svW-5nFI/AAAAAAAACC8/X70IRW-htXo/s400/terlet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Note the circle in the middle: This is the setting you use to wash your boobs. Or maybe it's supposed to be a picture of butt cheeks. Or both.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I had a smart toilet. How luxurious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-588574737758286100?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/bit-from-mr-x-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/Sm5sur8VWkI/AAAAAAAACCs/vMoyeYEBPxw/s72-c/Dinner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-4204510271898291512</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-26T08:00:01.401-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Diego</category><title>Hot Summer Nights</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until this month I’d forgotten how uncomfortable the nights can get in SD when you live in a place without a/c. Despite being cooler because I’m near the beach, the nights always feel overly warm and sticky. It makes for fitful sleep. With the covers on you get too hot and muggy. But shortly after you’ve kicked the covers off, the moisture cools you off enough that you wake, searching for your covers again. The process repeats itself all night. It also makes my bed look like a disaster area by morning. Pillows strewn about the room, blankets half on the bed half on the floor, the top sheet completely separated from the blanket in a twisted heap around me as I lay sideways on the bed with my head and feet hanging off the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings back to memory some of the ways I’ve combated the hot summer nights here before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stuffing my small blanket into the freezer for a half hour or so before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;2) Taking an ice cold shower just before bed.&lt;br /&gt;3) Buying a portable fan and putting it on my nightstand and setting it to blow air right at my head.&lt;br /&gt;4) Taking ice packs to bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;5) Buying talcum powder with menthol and powdering myself down before crawling into bed.&lt;br /&gt;(Often I combined several of these things together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, a continuous lack of good solid sleep leads to some very desperate behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-4204510271898291512?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-summer-nights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611370221830382501.post-1828951448363214371</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T09:13:00.635-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mr. X</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>surfing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>San Diego</category><title>Dolphins</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took the day off this past Thursday because it was Mr X’s last day in the country. So we spent most of the day at the beach. We spent the morning surfing. It was perfect because the water was nice and glassy with shoulder to head high sets coming through. But the best part of was when some dolphins swam through our surf spot. When I lived here before I saw dolphins every now and again but since being back in SD (almost a year now) I hadn’t seen any yet. The coolest part was that right as they got to where Mr X and I were, a set came through and the dolphins, being the playful creatures they are, turned and caught the waves. Seeing them in the crest of the waves right next to me completely unnerved me and I wasn’t able to get into the wave so I sat back and simply watched them. Mr X caught the wave right along with the dolphins and as he was riding down the line, one of the dolphins on the wave just next to him shot right out of the water and dove back in. It was super exciting to see and it totally made my day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362247499885763970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SmqHsNRq3YI/AAAAAAAACCc/tc1YCxwO8RE/s400/dolphins1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362247508713403234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SmqHsuKV82I/AAAAAAAACCk/HmtuM2yubNE/s400/surfing_dolphins2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4611370221830382501-1828951448363214371?l=realitytravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://realitytravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/dolphins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cdr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPe5lbjivPk/SmqHsNRq3YI/AAAAAAAACCc/tc1YCxwO8RE/s72-c/dolphins1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>