Just returned from 3 days in Kobe and 2 days in Tokyo, and I have to say that I had a blast, even though I think that I got worms from eating sushi on the first day of my trip. WORMS. As we speak I can only imagine what might be happening in my intestines as the resident Vietnamese parasites battle against this new breed of Japanese parasites. It is surely nothing less than a veritable West Side Story in my bowels, with parasites:

When you’re a worm, you’re a worm
From your first endoderm
To your last dying daaayyyyy.

If parasites are sexy [Note: I just checked with someone and it seems they aren’t. But if they were-] then I am now the sexiest man that I know. 3rd World parasites… metropolitan worms…I don’t discriminate.

Anyway, to get away from bowels for a second (before they get away from me again *rimshot*) my trip was very enjoyable, and in regards to architectural study, very successful. I think I’ll leave the architecture bit out of it and perhaps revisit it in another essay, as I suspect most of you couldn’t care less.

I stayed with a high-powered, young, professional acquaintance of mine whom I knew from—where else—the internet. Within 20 seconds of meeting each other he handed