
Two beautiful ladies, Diana with our host Fukui-san.

As we were leaving for the party we noticed the first
snow of the year in the hills behind our apartment.

Our host mother, Masako-san, suckered Diana into wearing
a kimono to the party. There are about fourteen or fifteen layers under that
dress...

My mother's family, the Wards, will appreciate my hairdo
in this photo. It is reminiscent of my Grandfather's electric-do in and archival
photo taken back in the day.
 The food was spectacular.
The
party crowd, fat and happy.
| We went to a New Year party, held
on the evening of the first, at Fukui-san's house. She is a good friend
of Masako-san, our host mother.
We attended a party at her place earlier this year, well last
year I guess, around thanksgiving. The bar was set high, but once again the
food was marvelous and the company was superb.
I had a memorable conversation with a Russian scientist who is married to
a Japanese woman and has been living in Japan for a couple of decades. He
taught me a lot about gene research and rolling stones... The phrase "a rolling
stone gathers no moss" came up in our conversation. A proverb I had always
interpreted as advice to keep moving. Something along the lines of; "...go
light and go fast man or you’re
going to get some unwanted fuzz collecting on you…"
My Russian friend pointed out that
in Japan moss is considered a beautiful thing because it represents permanence
and wisdom (not to mention it looks kick ass in those manicured Japanese
gardens)... Too much darting around is frowned upon. I was surprised I made
it to 32 without ever considering that interpretation.
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