The Book Quiz

[ Confused Mood: Confused ]
Our Rick Klaw passed this "Which Book Are You?" quiz around.

Hmm, I think a few more questions would be in order…I’m The Guns of August, and I haven’t even read it! It says I’m far more focused on Europe than the rest of the world. Whaaaa? I just answered that I’m more focused on the whole world than on America. I’m more focused on Asia and America than on Europe. On the other hand, they got this exactly right: "Though you’re interested in war, what you really want to know is what causes war. You’re out to expose imperialism, militarism, and nationalism for what they really are."

Pizza in Japan

[ Sick Mood: Sick ]
I finally had to remove the Digg.com module from my Google start page, because I was getting no work done at all–just too addictive. But I do watch Diggnation on iTunes, and on there I saw this:

OK, so apparently that is a real pizza from Pizza Hut Japan, and I have seen some insane pizzas here, but this one takes the prize. OK, those things around the edges? Half of them are Sausage Rolls, and the other half are Cheesey Rolls. No, that is not cheese they are wrapped in, however–it is fish paste. The Sausage Rolls have bacon inside, as well, and are topped with "Fruity Ketchup," whatever that is.

The Cheesey Rolls have parmesan, mozzarella, and cheddar in their fish-paste tubes, and they are topped with–get this–Honey Maple Syrup.

All right, after a moment to calm my stomach, I’ll continue: On the Sausage Roll half, we have those tiny grilled hamburger patties plus corn (hey, that’s on almost EVERY pizza here), red bell peppers, tomato sauce, and something else I can’t read–I think it’s either green bell peppers or possibly (the horror) edamame. Hey, I love edamame, but on pizza? Jesus.

On the other side: Italian sausage, ham, bacon (man, am I glad they’re using English loanwords for these), tomato, mushroom, onion, green bell peppers (oops, I guess that IS edamame on the other half!), garlic, basil, and black pepper. The whole thing has tomato sauce–that’s important to note, as many Japanese pizzas have cream sauce. Which is often topped with mayonnaise.

Damn, I always though of America as the king of really shocking unhealthy three-ring-circus bad fast food, but it looks like the Japanese are beating us at our own game. Quick, call R&D!

Web Comics

[ Amused Mood: Amused ]

You know how people are always typing LOL? Well, I actually did. I wasn’t exactly ROTFLMAO, but I was LOLing.

I’ve also enjoyed discovering Order of the Stick a few weeks ago–pertinent to this discussion, I wonder when they’ll make fun of D&D 4th Edition. Mainly, though, I’m just hoping Hayley and Elan get together.

And then there’s this little piece of genius. I think it was posted in the Links section of these Boards already, but it’s worth pimping again.

It’s a dog!

[ Happy Mood: Happy ]
[ Listening to old German love songs. Currently: Listening to old German love songs. ]
We’ve just added a new member to our family: Lili Marleen.

Lili is a miniature schnauzer. I really thought about continuing our weird tradition of naming our pets after food, but all the German food names were too butch. Still, I almost tried to convince Junko to name her Schnitzel.

But then I remembered Junko’s hobby, singing old love songs, and she loves that WWI German song, "Lili Marleen." It felt right.

She’s been through a lot: her first owners had her "debarked"–that is, they had her vocal chords cut, so now she just kind of gasps when she tries to bark. I was kind of depressed and angry about that, but I just read something about it and it seems that the chords can eventually grow back, so maybe someday she’ll be able to bark again.

She was being kept by an old man who takes in unwanted pets and resells them. Junko saw her about 2 weeks ago and started to have trouble sleeping, thinking about that cute, sad-looking schnauzer. I saw the man a couple of days ago and got his phone number, and after thinking it over, Junko, Natsumi, and I met him and bought her and brought her home. We fed her and bathed her and picked about two dozen fleas off her. Tomorrow she goes to the vet to remove some ticks and get a thorough checkup. The old man claims she’s about 4 years old, and she’s very well behaved. She’s just starting to settle in and relax.

Lili is my first dog since I moved out of my parents’ home. We’re going to take an obedience course together–she needs to learn to walk on a leash, and I need to relearn how to be a good master. But after knowing her only 3 hours, I can say this: she’s a good dog.

the Bomb

Sixty-two years ago today, at about 8:15am, a nuclear weapon was detonated in the sky over Hiroshima, Japan, killing about 70,000 people. About an equal number would die later as a result of injuries and radiation-induced illness. Only three days later, another bomb, more powerful, was dropped on Nagasaki. The hilly terrain limited the deaths to about 74,000 total. That’s a low-end estimate, by the way.

Two bombs. 214,000 humans.

These weapons were tiny by today’s standards, yet the effects were so horrific that they are practically impossible to conceive. I’ve visited the museums at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, I’ve spoken with a survivor, and I’m sure I’ve only absorbed a tiny fraction of the horror. And I’m glad that’s all I can get. This isn’t HP Lovecraft; it’s the real thing. Too much of this kind of horror really can drive you insane.

I’m not trying to be political. I just think, if there’s any day on which people ought to take a moment to meditate on what "Nuke ’em ’til they glow!" really means, this is it. I remember, back during the Cold War, sitting in the high-school cafeteria with my fellow geeks, talking about world problems, and how, at some point, someone would always offer the stock solution: "Just nuke ’em."

Well, we had an excuse: we were testosterone-fueled, sexually frustrated kids, with textbooks that insisted that the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings saved far more lives than they took. Turns out that’s not exactly true, that Japan was already offering to surrender. Turns out our leaders weren’t all that different from a bunch of high-school Judas Priest fans. They had the most powerful weapon ever created…do you really think they wouldn’t use it?

Seeing as our leaders don’t seem to have improved one bit, I call on you to just stop and think about it, if you haven’t already done so: Two little bombs. Two hundred and fourteen THOUSAND people.

Not 214,000 enemies. Yes, their country and our country were at war, and as wars go, it was about as unavoidable (on the American side) as wars can get. But now America isn’t the only country with nuclear weapons.

It could be us, someday. In fact, it probably will be. Somebody is going to use a nuclear weapon on somebody again one of these days, and we’re a big target, and we have this tendency to piss people off.

So–I’m serious here–think about your mom, your brother, your girlfriend, your child. Think about them reduced to a shadow on the wall. Or worse, surviving the initial blast, but being crushed under flaming debris, their faces melted off. Or covered with burns and vomiting out their stomach linings as radiation poisoning slowly kills them.

Sorry, I know that’s nasty, and I feel bad for writing it. But it happened to 214,000 people. And what makes it different from all the other ways we humans have developed to murder each other, is that it was just two little bombs.

How many bombs do we have now? And each of them far more powerful.

Am I calling for an end to nuclear weapons? Not really–though I’d certainly like to see it happen, that’s not my immediate purpose. I just hope that more people will stop and think about it. Let the comfort shields down for just a minute, and meditate on that horror. It’s already there, buried deep, I know. Let it rise to the surface, just for a minute.

This is the anniversary of the day that a nuclear weapon was first used to destroy a city. Soon, the last of the survivors of that event will be gone. We need to remember. We need to feel it, deep in our guts. We can’t just make nuclear weapons disappear. I’m realistic; I know America can’t unilaterally get rid of them while countries like North Korea have them. But we have to start somewhere, in order to get to the point where someday we can get rid of them.

And that starts with feeling that horror. Not horror-movie horror. The real thing: Hiroshima horror. It’s amazing how many people trivialize it. We need people to take it seriously, and hopefully, some of those people will get into positions of power, and over the next few generations they’ll find a way to get rid of the evil devices forever.

Today is the day to feel one minute of horror.

More signs

Stuff I’ve snapped pics of recently:

A convenience store display. "…the needed elements for the world of today." Probably one of my former students wrote that. Sigh.


A sign in the subway encouraging people to be aware of terrorism. I love the big-eyed super-cute anti-terror cop.


Another subway sign, warning perverts that grabbing ladies’ behinds on the train is illegal.


A new TV show. I think I need to check this out.


Cool! Sculpture in front of an art shop.