So, tomorrow is my birthday and I glide gently toward the mid sixties. I have never felt better apart from my knee, which is crank. The kind people at work celebrate the event with a soup birthday party. The admirable Atsuko san’s birthday is today and we have shared festivities for four years now.
We drink Okinawan clam chowder – oichi! The wonderful people at Kaito had written on each and every paper cup.
One activity recently has been designing the graduation robes for the University. I think I will go into fashion design.
Anyway, a very good day. Thanks to all those who made it so.
Happy birthday, I am 63, I think I got a greeting from you. “I don’t like sponge cake” is a quote from me, is it not
Enjoy your birthday, brother! That clam chowder sounds a good start – what’s on the menu this weekend? Is the boat going for a trip?
That graduation gown looks sadly traditional – i’d somehow expect OIST to be more adventurous. Maybe a gown – if one has to have one – constructed from high-tech materials; carbon-fibre or, better, graphene, even if you can’t have an invisibility cloak or one that lets you fly.
Delighted to hear from you 40 years on. I hope all goes well for you. I remember as it was yesterday an evening meal at School House when you turned down the famous piece of cake. Since then and I do not understand why, whenever I am at a loss for words, I say “I don’t like sponge cake.”
Come to Okinawa. No sponge cake here!
Thanks for the birthday greetings. I am afraid we are in Board of Governors season and I am a work both Saturday and Sunday. I do not mind the work but I dislike the dinners. The front of the gown is see through.