Tooth No. 2!

It's warm here.

Not 'warm' warm. More like 'early spring' warm. A.k.a. early fall 'bloody freezing'. Actually, that's not true. The temperature is in the forties. Consistently. And the wind is blowing. Consistently. Which it does here year round anyway.

It's good to be home. Even if it means I won't get white Christmas this year. It's good, because I now realize that I have missed all this people even more than I thought. And because I needed to correct a picture of life here, which I had begun to paint in a rosier hue than reality exudes.

First off, it is dark. It stays dark here for full three or four hours longer than at my new home. I mean, I don't get a hint of daylight until 10 am, and it is gone again by 4 pm.

Secondly, the pace is faster. Not just because it's a city. Everybody is not just moving faster, but more frantically too. I had begun to forget about that.

Finally, things are tougher. Like the traffic. And the fight for whatever: Taxis. Movie tickets. Fast food. Drinks. Etc. The humor is also darker. Waaay darker. Which is actually also nice. In a sense.

Home.

And then I will get my two girls tomorrow. Finally.

Wow. This has been the longest starvation of this beast since its inception.

It's not intentional. Despite the snippinesss in my last post. I've just been travelling and working a lot. Besides, that outburst does not seem to have had any effect on the whispers I am getting back.

I got the nicest whisper last night. Asking me to please continue blogging. Something interesting. And stop being a fool.

Good advice.

I've just had an epiphany.

This is my blog.

Which means that there will be no shout-outs or interviews or dialogues or discussions or intelligent conversations. Of any kind. At all.

Because you know what? It's about me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. It's all about me.

And if you don't like it, you can just stop reading this. I can't believe that you all show up here every day to read this drivel anyway. Why would you do that? It's not as if this actually means anything. It's just my incoherent ramblings. Put here to get them out of my head.

So go! Off withya all!

And stop writing me e-mails with your wishes, demands and requests.

I use a Mac.

That's no secret. Neither is the fact that this type of computers attracts a phenomenal, cult-like following. But this is just insane!

The story is that they just opened a new Apple Store in Japan. In the fancy Ginza shopping district in Tokyo, to be more precise. And this shows the line of people waiting to get in!

Un-be-liev-a-ble.

You want proof that kids can do way more than we think they can? OK. The word 'toothbrush'. It was obviously invented by an infant. Why? Simple. Otherwise it would have been called a 'teethbrush'.

There you go.

To paraphrase a local saying: Chocolate, not just a breakfast dish.

Actually, looking up words in the dictionary is an old habit of mine. Harks back to the days when you really couldn't understand what I was saying. Did you for example know that 'chocolate' is actually 'fermented, roasted, shelled, and ground cacao seeds, often combined with a sweetener or flavoring agent'? Well, yes. But this one is better: 'Breakfast=The first meal of the day, usually eaten in the morning.' But I digress.

I just wanted to ask this simple question: How can you go wrong, when making a chocolate cake that is, if the ingredients are simply brown sugar, butter, eggs, strong coffee, normal sugar, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate?

Damn. This sure smells good, anyway.