The beauty is profound, thousands of generations, pebbles have become magnificent stones covered in moss.
年越し蕎麦—toshikoshi soba A traditional Japanese dish eaten on New Year's Eve. Buckwheat noodles symbolize the release of past hardships and the welcoming of a fresh start in the new year.
Her son, born in Japan yet not considered Japanese—whatever that may mean—in the ethnocentric nature of this island nation, which refers to mixed children as—half—a misnomer, to say the least—he is trilingual, holds a master's degree, and is complete as anyone could be.
Through the skill of constant rejection, this Incidental Occxie found himself in the ice-cold call-dialing zone—where Yellow Pages once existed—practical Japanese language skills were inevitably honed.
Supporting each other through trials and tribulations, solidifying and consolidating over time in futuristic societies embedded into the pixels of the screen of perception, forming pathways to communal serenity.
The manifestation of an Oracle—a molecular vibration of the highest order—choreographing harmonic resonance—his ephemeral existence reflects an incarnation of a tutelary deity—connecting dots on phantasmagorical plots through the wisdom of his sagacious self-reflective teachings.
The magnitude of the official seal is not merely extraordinary, but a time-honored necessity, embodying reputation and honor—the gravity of the Almighty Chop seals genuine deals among the principled principal stewards of emerging civil societies.
The power within this common breakfast dish causes an upheaval for the taste buds, raising the hackles of Western culinary sensibilities, as the beloved natto boasts extraordinary properties.
This anointed wizard conjured silicon brains and endless chains of communication relays—microchips powering modernity—a sculptor of inorganic life, forged from silicon and timeless sands by his empyrean hands—forever altering history—a mastermind of Silicon Valley, shepherded by the matriarch—Seity.
As can be plainly seen in the modern media scene, a solid grasp of linguistic proficiency is apparently no longer mandatory to become a well-compensated talking head reading off a teleprompter, broadcasting to the ubiquitous boob-tube, or as is more commonly known, ‘idiot box screens.’
What does it mean to love dogs so deeply that you’ve conjured up your own version of a high school girl’s dream—can anyone say—Siberian Husky ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
Each person’s life is like a personalized movie—all are called to act in individual scenes—the secret is to know, all of this is under control—play a starring role in the greatest ever dog and pony show this galaxy has ever seen.
Growing up in the snowy mountains of BC—informed the meaning of samui—comfort depends solely on a point of view the real crux today’s fable is in the way you choose to couch the way, as anything above minus 10℃ in BC feels like a fresh spring day.
All it takes is an intentional reframing of any past events in need of urgent care—voila the past has changed, instantaneously—shrill tired old narrative making your agency and will ill, an incessant voice stirring distress in essence stealing an enlightened future—every single day.
In the early days of Apple in Japan, the first computer came via the Canon salesman—Macintosh IIci, Hewlett-Packard DeskWriter C, and Photoshop 1.0 to begin creating digital art—1.5 million yen for this innovative technology in 1989 sounded like a true bargain right from the start.
The samurai salaryman of the roaring 80s had plump, juicy expense accounts—¥100,000 on company-sponsored nights out in the nooks and crannies of bars, snacks, and soapland—making business deals while carousing around, blind to the natural flow of things—as surely as the party starts, surely it will end.
An Incidental Occidental, a savage stinking of grass-fed butter—a challenge to the delicate senses of the Japanese citizens who pride themselves on subtlety, restraint, and the ancient notion of wabi-sabi—if more than anything but a transient tourist, must be catalogued and tracked—for this was the law of the sacred Yamato island.
One fine morning, on a daily routine, a quick car ride to the bank initiated this surreal scene—life spent in the subpar category of the lesser humans—Muse gave the divine order—killed on the spot by a drunken driver—smeared onto highway 97b at 11:30 in the morning, never to be again heard from or seen.
This Harvardtard bro, also the leader of a quirky group of business people who named themselves ‘fruits in suits,’ happened to be connected to the world of telomeres in the grand city of New York.
The abject failure of sub-standard instructors left this experimental class far behind, in essence, left for dead—in the blink of an eye, a merciless jackboot from behind—off to grade two with no reading skill, and no clue.
Maggie May has now been playing this phantasmagorical game for over eight decades, collecting eighty-four suns with many more to come, for she too, was mandated to follow the sun.
The Japanese Code Word arasagashi saliently describes the art of nitpicking. This is where a highly refined form of unpleasant passive-aggressive behavior reaches the pinnacle of high art—a specialty of the Japanese.
Embodying values based on the ancient principles of the Japanese, Onoda Hirō was instilled with strong values of loyalty and perseverance, facilitating the wherewithal for his 29-year, awe-inspiring camping trip in the deep, humid jungle of the Philippines.
Too hot for a walk—what to do—my beloved puppy needs to stretch his legs and go for a jog—roasting hot at 06:00 on the dot—might just voluntarily succumb to the heat, balking at the walk admitting defeat.
