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Arrival and Departure

Politics, Religion, and other things I can't talk about at the dinner table

Happy Thanksgiving

One advantage of being a professor is having a flexible schedule. You know, mowing the lawn at 1:00 on a weekday afternoon and all that. This is the flipside.

When I got up at 4:30 this morning with jet lag, I had actually decided to go in to the office and work, before that small part of my brain that keeps me still married overruled me, saying that 12 hours after getting back from a 12-day trip is not the right time to go to the office. Then I realized it was Thanksgiving too.

While I'm on the subject, what really gets me is how doctors and dentists ask patients to make appointments 6 months in advance. How in the world can I possibly know what my schedule will be six months in advance?! I figure that normal people take off work for those appointments, so it's okay, but along with flexibility for most of my schedule means that those few fixed items on my calendar--classes, meetings, and such--are set in stone. Taking off class for a doctor's appointment isn't an option. So I don't think our dentist's scheduling staff like me very much.

Day by Day comic

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Lately I've discovered this webcomic, "Day by Day," about a small group of of officemates. It's mildly conservative (I think I saw a link at a right-leaning blog somewhere), but more dry wit than anything hamfisted. Today's comic struck a chord with me:
Say all the bad things you want about George Bush, but with two kids of my own, that $1000 tax credit he secured for each kid, well, it got my vote.

Blogging from Japan: Car Styles

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Some of the cars I've seen here in Japan made me think about how I've seen the US market move towards something salespeople in the US are careful to call "crossover SUVs," for people who like the size/look of SUVs but are worried about gas prices. If that move continues, Japanese auto companies will have an edge, with plenty of models ready to enter the American market. For example, here is a Honda Odyssey from the United States--for many years the top-selling minivan. Any American would recognize the classic minivan shape--tall interior, sliding doors, and voluminous cargo space in the rear.

On the other hand, here is a Honda Odyssey as it's sold in Japan. It looks very different--not as tall, the rear doors open on hinges, and the rear roof slopes downwards, shrinking the cargo area. I took this in a convenience store parking lot, so I don't have a person there to scale the picture, but it is actually quite a bit shorter than the American version.

Basically, it's a station wagon. Heaven forbid that any salesperson should call it that, though, it'd be the kiss of death for sales. What does that say about us as consumers--we're happy to buy station wagons as long as we can pretend it's not a station wagon?

Blogging from Japan: Desparately Seeking Udon

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My brothers-in-law and I went on a trip to Shikoku the last few days. Like many Japanese vacations, we planned the trip around eating--going somewhere and trying its meibutsu, which usually means "famous food." This time, we headed to the prefecture of Kagawa (on the smaller island of Shikoku), which is famous for Sanuki Udon. Udon is a thick, chewy noodle unique to Japanese cuisine. When my family and in-laws talk about what one food we would take if stranded on a desert island, udon is usually #1. In any case, the Sanuki region is famous for its udon.

My brother-in-law checked on the internet, and found the #1 and #2 udon places in Sanuki, so off we went. We drove over some twisty mountain roads to reach the #1 place before 11:00, when it opened. To our dismay, though, there was already a big line, so we decided to head for #2. A half-hour later, this is what we saw.

I've put the two pictures together and it looks funny because the line goes around a corner. Still, you can see how many people were waiting for one small noodle shop. Actually the line was longer, but I didn't get it all in the pictures. Ahhh, no.

So we drove around until my brothers-in-law gave up and started looking at the GPS. Seeing a farmer out burning some stuff I escaped from the car and embarrassed them by asking him for directions to a different udon place. First he gave me directions to where we had just come from, and when I said "no, somewhere else where there isn't a line," he laughed and sent us off to where he eats. Sure enough, all the license plates were local.

It was actually pretty good. The noodles themselves weren't anything special (my in-law's area is also known for udon), but the soup was great. Usually it's a fish-stock based, darkened with soy sauce, but this was lighter, with a richer dashi (the soup stock they make from konbu seaweed and bonito fish flakes), a hint of sweetness, and a lemon. We'd never had lemon in udon soup before, but it turned out to be really good. I'll have to see if my wife can make something like that when we get home.