(N.b. sorry these are not in order, I went here before christmas)
This is Kobe luminarie: a very impressive display of lights, set up ten years ago to commemorate the devastating earthquake in 1994. Best visited with ten thousand other people at once and well worth the half an hour queue!

Deep fried fugu! Fish with a surprise kick to it if you are not careful! 

Who needs turkey when you've got raw fish? 

My christmas dinner! 

Japanese Christmas

Some people have been asking me what is Christmas like over here, or if it gets celebrated at all. There in fact are probably more christmas decorations here than in your average town centre in the UK, and I have lost count of the number of times I have heard Leroy Anderson's hi-quality musak classic "Sleigh Ride".

On the other hand xmas day is not a holiday, and the only tradition associated with it is for couples to do couply things, like on valentines day, but with added santa keeping an eye on you to check whether your being naughty or nice...

Anyway, not having couplish things to do I went to a party in Kyoto arranged by Atsushi's former schoolteacher who is a very nice and funny guy, where he got several of his old students together and we ate lots and lots and got very drunk, not so different to the British style I think, though with more raw fish and less turkey. We even had cake, champagne, and sang "We wish you a merry Chrismas". The fact that I couldn't understand a word of what anyone said most of the time was really not very important!

We also had blowfish (fugu), and I am still alive, you'll be glad to know, though fans of the simpsons will know that we need to wait another few hours to be absolutely sure!

Anway best wishes and a happy new year to you all!

Pocari Sweat. Nice name. Its apparently very refreshing. 

Its annual clean up day at KYOKUGEN! Even the professors lend a hand to trim the bushes, clean dead leaves out of the gutter and weed the embankments around the building! 

OK, how about we test the interactivity of this internet thingy. I have a moral dilemma of a slightly delicate nature for my faithful reader(s?) to help me with.

Now on several occasions so far I have been asked "So what do you think of Japanese girls then?". Sadly the questioner was not flicking back her jet black hair and fixing me with an impish yet inviting grin. No, the question was usually posed by someone with more Y chromosomes, a conspiratorial smile and a metaphorical dig in the ribs, and sometimes by translation.

Can you suggest an appropriate, witty yet easily understandible for the linguistically challenged, response? Not that there aren't many fine young (and not so young) ladies around, but I don't wish to associate myself with those who have fled to the far east in search of an escape from the evils of feminism and a wifelet who won't answer back. Nor do I wish to encourage the chauvinistic (in several senses) idea that Japan has a monopoly on feminine charms.

I could of course reply by looking the questioner deeply in the eyes and saying "well actually I prefer boys", but not only would that not be true (sorry chaps!), but I think it would risk causing some unfortunate misunderstandings.

So whoever suggests the most pithy response which succeeds in preserving both my principles and masculinity gets the satisfaction of knowing that it will undoubtedly be put to good use.

Oops, lost an O-ring seal at the bottom of the dewar. This is what science is really about. 

Monorails!! 

This is my "office". Those are my snowblades on top of the filing cabinet by the way, you never know when you might need them! 

Earthquake!

I felt my first (very small) japanese earthquake about 11.30pm last night (sorry, no news link, I think it was not important enough). Apparently it was centred on Kyoto, but there was very little damage.

Test

Just testing the blog by email facilities...

This is a very bizarre building in Kobe. It looks a bit like a church that someone left the the builders going on while they had a cup of tea and then then forgot about them and suddenly had to rush back to get them started on the roof, but it was too late and it turned out all wierd.

In fact it is a church, of sorts. We went into the amazing entrance hall with curved staircases and frescoed roof, and couldn't resist taking the lift (complete with new york-style arrow showing the current floor) up to the 12th floor, where there was a wedding going on! And a tiny chapel and outdoor bit in the roof. It must cost an absolute fortune to get married there.

The lower floors were mostly function rooms I think, but we didn't dare be even more nosy.

I am a rich man!

I should finally get paid for the first time tomorrow! (or at least my boss will on my behalf)

Riches! Fridges! Washing machines! Chairs, tables, sofas! Kobe beef suppers! Paying back the enormous amounts I owe him for my apartment deposit.... hmmm.