<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850</id><updated>2011-10-12T01:48:02.109+09:00</updated><category term='Puzzles'/><category term='Japan Is Fantastic'/><category term='Photo Collections'/><title type='text'>Stubble Trouble</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-1920919028213285983</id><published>2008-08-15T12:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:42:47.219+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandma is Awesome</title><content type='html'>This woman is 94 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SKT5Mkoc9sI/AAAAAAAABdk/G_uVIUmtHmc/s1600-h/102_4173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SKT5Mkoc9sI/AAAAAAAABdk/G_uVIUmtHmc/s400/102_4173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234582661298452162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to be clear, she is airborne ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SKT5aylTS3I/AAAAAAAABds/MK6hIeofcKo/s1600-h/airborne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SKT5aylTS3I/AAAAAAAABds/MK6hIeofcKo/s400/airborne.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234582905561500530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and she is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SKT5nhp9_rI/AAAAAAAABd0/DOTCinyHs04/s1600-h/happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SKT5nhp9_rI/AAAAAAAABd0/DOTCinyHs04/s400/happy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234583124355972786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-1920919028213285983?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1920919028213285983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=1920919028213285983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1920919028213285983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1920919028213285983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-grandma-is-awesome.html' title='My Grandma is Awesome'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SKT5Mkoc9sI/AAAAAAAABdk/G_uVIUmtHmc/s72-c/102_4173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-1297286024040150699</id><published>2008-05-05T09:51:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:14.139+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Katakana Movie Titles</title><content type='html'>Katakana, one of the two Japanese syllabaries (a set of characters, similar to an alphabet), is specifically used for the phonetic spelling of foreign words, often English ones.  If you can read katakana characters, you'll see "English" everywhere in Japan.  Sometimes it sounds like English that English speakers actually use, sometimes not.  A common example is クリーニング, or "kuriiningu" (cleaning) on a sign for a dry-cleaning business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you see a series of question marks in the paragraph above, it's because your computer can't display Japanese characters.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the video store the other day, I noted that the majority of English movie titles had been written using "English" words in katakana, though their wording ranged from identical to wildly different from the original.  A moderate example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5cbpCR2II/AAAAAAAABbE/5IaKL3W9xIU/s1600-h/Snakes+on+a+Plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5cbpCR2II/AAAAAAAABbE/5IaKL3W9xIU/s200/Snakes+on+a+Plane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196692649973766274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is called "Snake Flight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be too overwhelming a task to search the entire video store for the best examples of these.  Luckily I was able to find several winners by simply limiting myself to the sports movies section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bPpCR2HI/AAAAAAAABa8/H2GBH42Gtm4/s1600-h/A+League+of+Their+Own.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bPpCR2HI/AAAAAAAABa8/H2GBH42Gtm4/s200/A+League+of+Their+Own.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691344303708274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pretty League"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bMZCR2GI/AAAAAAAABa0/4W3dA21qavM/s1600-h/White+Men+Can%27t+Jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bMZCR2GI/AAAAAAAABa0/4W3dA21qavM/s200/White+Men+Can%27t+Jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691288469133410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hard Play"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bIJCR2FI/AAAAAAAABas/K4GqrX6qPa4/s1600-h/The+Karate+Kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bIJCR2FI/AAAAAAAABas/K4GqrX6qPa4/s200/The+Karate+Kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691215454689362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Best Kid"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bE5CR2EI/AAAAAAAABak/fO62eAmZ7HA/s1600-h/The+Air+Up+There.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bE5CR2EI/AAAAAAAABak/fO62eAmZ7HA/s200/The+Air+Up+There.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691159620114498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"African Dunk"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bAJCR2DI/AAAAAAAABac/rq9xP9BzYyM/s1600-h/Happy+Gilmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5bAJCR2DI/AAAAAAAABac/rq9xP9BzYyM/s200/Happy+Gilmore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691078015735858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pro Golfer Gil"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5a45CR2CI/AAAAAAAABaU/IkhKuw_aMD4/s1600-h/Bull+Durham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5a45CR2CI/AAAAAAAABaU/IkhKuw_aMD4/s200/Bull+Durham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196690953461684258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayonara&lt;/span&gt; Game"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5az5CR2BI/AAAAAAAABaM/vrUi3-LdsS8/s1600-h/Million+Dollar+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5az5CR2BI/AAAAAAAABaM/vrUi3-LdsS8/s200/Million+Dollar+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196690867562338322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Boxing Baby"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5avpCR2AI/AAAAAAAABaE/4Lss_WGeoik/s1600-h/Play+it+to+the+Bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5avpCR2AI/AAAAAAAABaE/4Lss_WGeoik/s200/Play+it+to+the+Bone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196690794547894274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My Sweet Guys"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-1297286024040150699?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1297286024040150699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=1297286024040150699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1297286024040150699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1297286024040150699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2008/05/katakana-movie-titles_05.html' title='Katakana Movie Titles'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/SB5cbpCR2II/AAAAAAAABbE/5IaKL3W9xIU/s72-c/Snakes+on+a+Plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-839861350343167290</id><published>2008-02-12T14:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:14.270+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario as Quantum Theoretician and 9/11 Conspirator</title><content type='html'>Here's a video of someone's 134 superimposed playthroughs of a particularly difficult level of Mario World:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="266" width="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T2OytHzZ72Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T2OytHzZ72Y&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="266" width="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read (though I didn't) a related 2,400-word essay called &lt;a href="http://msm.grumpybumpers.com/?p=20"&gt;"Super Mario World vs. the Many-Worlds Interpretation of Quantum Physics"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a video I acquired from a 25-year-old Japanese girl's cell phone (click on the image to watch 3 seconds of animation):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R7EWin_cp8I/AAAAAAAABY0/olTuFXvozzQ/s1600-h/STIL0001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R7EWin_cp8I/AAAAAAAABY0/olTuFXvozzQ/s400/STIL0001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165935031677134786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I expressed and explained to her my shock at the video's contents, I learned that she was only vaguely familiar with the events of 9/11, not at all familiar with the Arabic expression "Allāhu Akbar", and apparently had made no associations with the video other than that it was an amusing depiction of Mario blowing up what appeared (indicated by the flag) to be an American building.  It's been my impression that most Japanese adults aren't as poorly informed about world events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some casual internet searching revealed that the video was at one point available at somethingawful.com, but I didn't find any other discussion about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-839861350343167290?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/839861350343167290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=839861350343167290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/839861350343167290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/839861350343167290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-mario-as-quantum-theoretician-and.html' title='Super Mario as Quantum Theoretician and 9/11 Conspirator'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R7EWin_cp8I/AAAAAAAABY0/olTuFXvozzQ/s72-c/STIL0001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-527708292696982288</id><published>2008-02-01T14:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:15.318+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Sheet Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6KqIbykNyI/AAAAAAAABX4/qJwFD0DmNLk/s1600-h/Nigger+War+Bride+Blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6KqIbykNyI/AAAAAAAABX4/qJwFD0DmNLk/s400/Nigger+War+Bride+Blues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161875184795531042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Among various other forgotten items in storage at my grandmother's house, there was recently discovered a treasure trove of WWI era sheet music.  Lest I misrepresent my grandmother's taste in music, I should mention right off that only a few of the pieces are as shocking as the image above, and it appears by the pencil writing on them that they were mostly acquired from a neighbor down the street.  In any case, I've posted three of the more eye-popping titles below, along with their transcribed lyrics.  They are, respectively, about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mother consoling her child about the color of his skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man's foolish, plucky, perserverence in his attempts to win at gambling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A woman whose husband has gone to war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I also coaxed a musically inclined friend and his musically inclined mother into performing "Mammy's Little Coal Black Rose" on video - though they have yet to grant me permission to post it.  Stay tuned for further developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the thumbnail of &lt;a href="#seven_or_eleven"&gt;"Seven or Eleven"&lt;/a&gt; for a larger image to verify that the man portraying Rufus Johnson is not, as he might have you believe, an African American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6Kf4rykNxI/AAAAAAAABXw/le0kbUFEkqQ/s1600-h/Mammys+Little+Coal+Black+Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6Kf4rykNxI/AAAAAAAABXw/le0kbUFEkqQ/s200/Mammys+Little+Coal+Black+Rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161863919096313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mammy's Little Coal Black Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Raymond Egan&lt;br /&gt;Music by Richard A. Whiting&lt;br /&gt;Copyright MCMXVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I heard a pickaninny crying&lt;br /&gt;Down in Tennessee one night,&lt;br /&gt;His little heart was nearly breaking&lt;br /&gt;Just because he wasn't white;&lt;br /&gt;Then his dear old Mammy kiss'd him,&lt;br /&gt;And she said "Chile don' you sigh&lt;br /&gt;Weep no more my baby,"&lt;br /&gt;Then she sang a Dixie Lullaby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You better dry your eyes, my little Coal Black Rose,&lt;br /&gt;You better go to sleep and let those eyelids close,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're dark, don't start a pinin',&lt;br /&gt;You're a cloud with a silver lining;&lt;br /&gt;Tho' ev'ry old crow thinks his babe am white as snow,&lt;br /&gt;Your dear old Mammy knows you're mighty like a rose;&lt;br /&gt;And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you,&lt;br /&gt;They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that's true,&lt;br /&gt;The reason you're so black I 'spose&lt;br /&gt;They forgot to give your Mammy a talcum powder chamois,&lt;br /&gt;So don't you cry, don't you sigh,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're Mammy's little Coal Black Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw that dear old Mammy&lt;br /&gt;Kiss those baby tears away&lt;br /&gt;While in her arms the baby nestled&lt;br /&gt;Happy as a child at play;&lt;br /&gt;Then she whisper'd "Mammy loves you,&lt;br /&gt;You're as sweet as 'possum pie',&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep, my honey,&lt;br /&gt;While your Mammy sings a Lullaby:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="seven_or_eleven"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6KfpLykNwI/AAAAAAAABXo/HWORhOZd6FQ/s1600-h/Seven+Or+Eleven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6KfpLykNwI/AAAAAAAABXo/HWORhOZd6FQ/s200/Seven+Or+Eleven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161863652808341250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven or Eleven (My Dixie Pair O' Dice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by Lew Brown&lt;br /&gt;Music by Walter Donaldson&lt;br /&gt;Copyright MCMXXIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the railroad station&lt;br /&gt;Almost ev'ry day&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' round the porters there&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' hard to win his fare&lt;br /&gt;You'll see Rufus Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Gamblin' his dough away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ginny shore&lt;br /&gt;It means I lose the blues&lt;br /&gt;Means a hat and shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Means an overcoat and cane&lt;br /&gt;Means I'll have my fare, a little bit to spare,&lt;br /&gt;Means I'm on the midnight train&lt;br /&gt;Come on you Seven or Eleven&lt;br /&gt;Oh! boy, won't that be nice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my merry way back to Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;With my Dixie Pair O' Dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry time they break him&lt;br /&gt;Rufus goes away&lt;br /&gt;Gets a brand new bank roll, then&lt;br /&gt;Comes to roll those bones again&lt;br /&gt;Never seems to worry&lt;br /&gt;While he's got dough to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6KfHbykNuI/AAAAAAAABXc/hGVShl1_Ems/s1600-h/Nigger+War+Bride+Blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6KfHbykNuI/AAAAAAAABXc/hGVShl1_Ems/s200/Nigger+War+Bride+Blues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161863072987756258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigger War Bride Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by "Mitch" Le Blanc&lt;br /&gt;Words by "Jimmie" Marten&lt;br /&gt;Copyright MCMXVII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen folks I'm goin' to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby's gone an I'm feelin' awfull terribly blue&lt;br /&gt;Done j'ined the war an' lef me all alone that's true&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;He lef' a note&lt;br /&gt;It was all edged in black&lt;br /&gt;Jes' tellin' me that he never was a comin' back&lt;br /&gt;Jes' staten' he was never never comin' back&lt;br /&gt;Now that's fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easy greasy breezy John&lt;br /&gt;Easy greasy breezy John&lt;br /&gt;Makes me blue an' sick an' out an' down&lt;br /&gt;Easy easy easy greasy breezy John&lt;br /&gt;Down the road just as far as I could see&lt;br /&gt;Thought I saw my dear old used to be&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard my Johnie callin' me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engine whistled like it ne-ev-er-er whistled before&lt;br /&gt;Saw him walkin' inside,&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and shut the door&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad I nearly fell down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;An' what's more&lt;br /&gt;Two sixteen down carried poor John away&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long way&lt;br /&gt;So I heard mos' all the white folks say&lt;br /&gt;Yes two sixteen done took my lovin' Johnie away&lt;br /&gt;T' other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-527708292696982288?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/527708292696982288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=527708292696982288' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/527708292696982288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/527708292696982288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2008/02/vintage-sheet-music.html' title='Vintage Sheet Music'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R6KqIbykNyI/AAAAAAAABX4/qJwFD0DmNLk/s72-c/Nigger+War+Bride+Blues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-3849669167677127752</id><published>2008-01-14T14:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:15.914+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Is Fantastic'/><title type='text'>Japanese Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>In Japan, you run the risk of being ostracized by society at large if your cell phone isn't adorned with at least a few kilograms of beads, charms and trinkets.  Here's a photo I took of a girl on the subway using one of the gaudier such phones, complete with a heart-shaped mirror and some frilly lingerie-like lace along the edges.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4ry0qChEqI/AAAAAAAABVc/nAJm0ffugC0/s1600-h/100_2074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4ry0qChEqI/AAAAAAAABVc/nAJm0ffugC0/s400/100_2074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155199709930918562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some similarly bejeweled phones I saw for sale.  Notice that the trinket hanging from one of the phones is itself a miniature phone, also encrusted with beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4ryu6ChEpI/AAAAAAAABVU/j_ofHFMO0zU/s1600-h/100_2773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4ryu6ChEpI/AAAAAAAABVU/j_ofHFMO0zU/s400/100_2773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155199611146670738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-3849669167677127752?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/3849669167677127752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=3849669167677127752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/3849669167677127752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/3849669167677127752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/japanese-cell-phones.html' title='Japanese Cell Phones'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4ry0qChEqI/AAAAAAAABVc/nAJm0ffugC0/s72-c/100_2074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-6167682889116779300</id><published>2008-01-09T20:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:16.408+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Is Fantastic'/><title type='text'>Cut Man</title><content type='html'>I suppose there's a reasonable chance this advertisement for a Japanese neighborhood barbershop was actually inspired by the Megaman (Nintendo, 1987) level boss of the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4SlNqChEmI/AAAAAAAABU8/p-aFk_zL0HM/s1600-h/Cutman+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4SlNqChEmI/AAAAAAAABU8/p-aFk_zL0HM/s400/Cutman+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153425527660417634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4SlJaChElI/AAAAAAAABU0/lI1GO0plvCs/s1600-h/Cutman+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4SlJaChElI/AAAAAAAABU0/lI1GO0plvCs/s400/Cutman+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153425454645973586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-6167682889116779300?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/6167682889116779300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=6167682889116779300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/6167682889116779300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/6167682889116779300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/cut-man.html' title='Cut Man'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4SlNqChEmI/AAAAAAAABU8/p-aFk_zL0HM/s72-c/Cutman+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-4145013727038343883</id><published>2008-01-07T13:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:17.167+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puzzles'/><title type='text'>Hat Color Puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4FvKaChEbI/AAAAAAAABTM/fgO8gfxUei4/s1600-h/hats.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4FvKaChEbI/AAAAAAAABTM/fgO8gfxUei4/s200/hats.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152521673267810738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four Fishermen in the Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buried four fishermen up to their necks in the sand on the beach at low tide for keeping their fishing spot a secret from me.  I positioned them on either side of a wall, and placed either white or black hats on their heads, as shown in the accompanying photograph I took of them.  Knowing only that there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two white hats and two black hats&lt;/span&gt;, they must correctly deduce the color of their own hat as quickly as possible.  Which one will first be able to do this with 100% confidence?  Assume they are sufficiently motivated to deduce, but not make random guesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4GGsaChEdI/AAAAAAAABT0/ADesBDEDCtQ/s1600-h/Witch+and+Wizards.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4GGsaChEdI/AAAAAAAABT0/ADesBDEDCtQ/s400/Witch+and+Wizards.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152547546150801874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 Wizards and a Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evil witch / kindergarten teacher / Republican has sentenced 100 wizards / kindergarten students / homosexual atheists to the following fate: After a short amount of time in which they may develop a guessing strategy, the wizards will line up in random order, all facing the same direction, and have white or black hats placed on their heads.  Starting at the back of the line (the wizard who can see the other 99 and their hats), the witch will give each wizard one chance to correctly guess their own hat color.  This single guess ("white!" or "black!") is also the only way that they are able to communicate with one another (no whispering or coded vocal inflections, etc.).  Wizards are not even aware of whether previous guesses were correct or not.  Furthermore, the witch can listen as the wizards discuss their strategy before she decides how she will distribute an unknown combination of white and black hats.  What strategy should the wizards employ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four Fisherman in the Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishermen A and B see nothing but wall and are totally out of the loop; they wait patiently, futilely, for any information that might help them. Fisherman C sees a white hat, and cannot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately &lt;/span&gt;deduce anything; he waits for further information. Fisherman D sees a white and black hat, and also cannot make any solid conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But consider, from Fisherman C's perspective: if Fisherman D saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two white hats&lt;/span&gt; (or two black hats), he would be able to deduce his own hat color.  Fisherman D's uncertainty and silence is very telling to Fisherman C.  After Fisherman C is sure that Fisherman D has nothing to say, he can safely deduce that his own hat is black, says so, and is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This information does not help the other fishermen, and they remain silent until their lungs fill with sea water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 Wizards and a Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious strategy is that Wizards #100, #98, #96, etc. name the hat color in front of them, allowing Wizards #99, #97, etc. to guess with 100% accuracy, thereby saving at least half the wizards for sure and, depending on the breaks, about 75 of them on average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And no matter what strategy these wizards come up with, the one at the back of the line is doomed to a 50% chance of survival, since no one but the witch ever knows what color his hat is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a surefire strategy that saves the lives of at least 99 wizards.  The strategy uses a set of rules (detailed below), whereby each wizard can compare whether the number of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black hats&lt;/span&gt; he sees agrees with the number of black hats the previous wizard saw.  This is all the information needed in order to deduce whether ones own hat is black.  Here's the strategy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guessing Scheme A: even # of black hats → guess "black!"; odd number of black hats → guess "white!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guessing Scheme B: even # of black hats → guess "white!"; odd number of black hats → guess "black!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first wizard uses Guessing Scheme A.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wizards &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;switch &lt;/span&gt;guessing schemes every time they hear "black!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For simplicity, let's reduce it to a 10-wizard case, pictured here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4GSbqChEfI/AAAAAAAABUE/w9Z7UM9tWCw/s1600-h/Ten+Wizards.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4GSbqChEfI/AAAAAAAABUE/w9Z7UM9tWCw/s400/Ten+Wizards.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152560452527526386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wizard #10 is at the rear, and is the first to guess his hat color.  As mentioned before, his own hat color is irrelevant to the overall strategy.  He sees 5 black hats in front of him and (incorrectly, poor bastard) says "white!" according to Scheme A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizard #9 now knows two things: 1) He sees an odd number of black hats and 2) Wizard #10 also saw an odd number of black hats.  Wizard #9 can safely deduce his own hat is white, as prescribed by Scheme A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizard #8 knows his two buddies saw an odd number of black hats, but he sees an even number of them, so he knows his own must be black, and says so (according, again, to Scheme A).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing Wizard #8 say "black!", Wizard #7 switches to Scheme B, and takes the even number of black hats in front of him to mean his own is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-4145013727038343883?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/4145013727038343883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=4145013727038343883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/4145013727038343883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/4145013727038343883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2008/01/hat-color-puzzles.html' title='Hat Color Puzzles'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4FvKaChEbI/AAAAAAAABTM/fgO8gfxUei4/s72-c/hats.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-1337787377536593847</id><published>2007-12-10T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:17.849+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puzzles'/><title type='text'>Monty Hall Problem Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1yjRHVY_DI/AAAAAAAABRU/udee-bYRtTw/s1600-h/monty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1yjRHVY_DI/AAAAAAAABRU/udee-bYRtTw/s320/monty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142164388972133426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After attempting to answer someone's supposed counterargument in the comments section to my &lt;a href="http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-puzzles.html"&gt;earlier post&lt;/a&gt;, I realized that there's a better explanation of the Monty Hall Problem that will hopefully satisfy/silence the doubters.  First, I'll restate the problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monty Hall Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of three doors, one is good.  First, you select a door.  Second, Monty Hall eliminates one of the doors for you - the door he eliminates is not the door you selected, and not the good door.  Third, you have the option of keeping your original door, or changing to the only remaining door.  What should you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of this explanation, imagine that you play the game many times, and you &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; pick Door A, which means Monty will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; have to eliminate either Door B or Door C.  Every other aspect of the game is still fair and random, meaning that at the beginning of each game, Door A, Door B and Door C have an equal probability of being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1ym2HVY_KI/AAAAAAAABSM/s5OMf7weYws/s1600-h/Monty+Hall+Circle+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1ym2HVY_KI/AAAAAAAABSM/s5OMf7weYws/s320/Monty+Hall+Circle+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142168323162176674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now let's consider the moment after you've selected Door A (because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; select Door A in this example) and Monty must eliminate Door B or Door C for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Door B is good, he will eliminate Door C (1/3 of all occurences)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Door C is good, he will eliminate Door B (1/3 of all occurences)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Door A is good, Monty must choose whether to eliminate Door B or Door C.  He does so with equal probability, so:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Door A is good, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;Monty eliminates Door C (1/6 of all occurences)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Door A is good, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;Monty eliminates Door B (1/6 of all occurences)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1ynEnVY_LI/AAAAAAAABSU/NCr9amfX2-w/s1600-h/Monty+Hall+Circle+A.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1ynEnVY_LI/AAAAAAAABSU/NCr9amfX2-w/s320/Monty+Hall+Circle+A.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142168572270279858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1/2 of all the games you play, Monty eliminates Door C (1/2 = 1/3 + 1/6) and you must then choose between Door A and Door B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1ynW3VY_MI/AAAAAAAABSc/epkloSnn_Go/s1600-h/Monty+Hall+Circle+AB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1ynW3VY_MI/AAAAAAAABSc/epkloSnn_Go/s320/Monty+Hall+Circle+AB.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142168885802892482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That means that for every 6 times you play the game, you'll have to choose between Door A and Door B 3 times.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of those 3 times&lt;/span&gt;, 2 of them will occur because Door B was the good door, and 1 of them will occur because Door A was the good door and Monty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randomly &lt;/span&gt;eliminated Door C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other 1/2 of the time (3 of every 6 games) you find yourself left with a choice between Door A and Door C, and it's twice as likely that Door C is the good door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1yoMHVY_NI/AAAAAAAABSk/7GloTo72-Rk/s1600-h/Monty+Hall+Circle+AC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1yoMHVY_NI/AAAAAAAABSk/7GloTo72-Rk/s320/Monty+Hall+Circle+AC.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142169800630926546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In either event, your chances are better if you change your original selection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-1337787377536593847?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1337787377536593847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=1337787377536593847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1337787377536593847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1337787377536593847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/12/monty-hall-problem-revisited.html' title='Monty Hall Problem Revisited'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1yjRHVY_DI/AAAAAAAABRU/udee-bYRtTw/s72-c/monty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-6008511520111060</id><published>2007-12-09T17:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:19.676+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Depantsed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uL03VY-yI/AAAAAAAABPM/9e9OBAFlToc/s1600-h/The+Underground+World.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uL03VY-yI/AAAAAAAABPM/9e9OBAFlToc/s400/The+Underground+World.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141857139896679202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite free video podcast on iTunes is the Vintage ToonCast, which features an assortment of excellent old cartoons.  Among them are 13 of the 17  original &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt; cartoons made by Fleischer studios (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Popeye&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Betty Boop&lt;/span&gt;) in the early 1940s.  Some stray thoughts/observations/reasons why you should watch them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The narrative is as reliably formulaic as later Scooby Doo cartoons, if not exactly as fill-in-the-blank simple: The villains announce/begin their dastardly activities, Clark and Lois investigate, Lois manages to get into harm's way (often as she edges out Clark for access to the story), Clark sneaks away and Superman appears, he struggles briefly but ultimately defeats the villains with ease, Lois and Clark share brief dialogue that demonstrates Lois is still unaware of Clark's other identity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is all punctuated by the oft-repeated theme music, which has the effect of emphasizing how quickly everything gets resolved in the 8-minute episodes, reassuring you that everything is very alright, or will be alright again very soon.  It plays over the opening credits, again 30 seconds later when Superman's character is introduced at the end of the prologue, again around the 5 minute mark when Superman first appears, occasionally repeats as he strikes successful blows against the villains, again as he finally defeats the villains, and continues through the epilogue to the end of the episode.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dialogue takes a back seat to the very impressive artwork in these shorts.  After the expository first act, the rest of the story is told almost entirely in pictures, and all human movements are animated realistically and without exaggeration, (using Fleischer's technique of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotoscoping"&gt;rotoscoping&lt;/a&gt;).  My favorite example of this is when we see Superman's shadow or silhuette removing his Clark clothes, as shown in the screen capture above, and often bending over and raising his knees as he takes off his pants.  Here are six more such screen captures:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uTI3VY--I/AAAAAAAABQs/3RnU_mnH0g0/s1600-h/Arctic+Giant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uTI3VY--I/AAAAAAAABQs/3RnU_mnH0g0/s200/Arctic+Giant.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141865180075457506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uS9nVY-9I/AAAAAAAABQk/ymukmdVfAv0/s1600-h/Billion+Dollar+Limited.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uS9nVY-9I/AAAAAAAABQk/ymukmdVfAv0/s200/Billion+Dollar+Limited.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141864986801929170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uSqXVY-8I/AAAAAAAABQc/WlViQJnfT1A/s1600-h/Jungle+Drums.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uSqXVY-8I/AAAAAAAABQc/WlViQJnfT1A/s200/Jungle+Drums.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141864656089447362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uSfnVY-7I/AAAAAAAABQU/QjGQGQEZQNg/s1600-h/Secret+Agent.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uSfnVY-7I/AAAAAAAABQU/QjGQGQEZQNg/s200/Secret+Agent.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141864471405853618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uST3VY-6I/AAAAAAAABQM/RTsRlFnv6Fk/s1600-h/The+Japoteurs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uST3VY-6I/AAAAAAAABQM/RTsRlFnv6Fk/s200/The+Japoteurs.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141864269542390690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uSJHVY-5I/AAAAAAAABQE/_HX9NyoDNxQ/s1600-h/Volcano.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uSJHVY-5I/AAAAAAAABQE/_HX9NyoDNxQ/s200/Volcano.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141864084858796946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What little dialogue there is is also unexaggerated.  I love the Clark actor's flat reading of the line "This is/looks like a job for Superman".  At least once he adds a slight hint of emphasis to the word "is".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm no comic book expert, and I don't know in which of the many Superman incarnations they first suggested any romantic tension between Lois and Clark, but the only tension here is professional, as Lois selfishlessly works to gain sole access to each story, shutting out Clark in the process.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the themes among the cartoons available on this podcast is the surprisingly insensitive/offensive racial caricatures that were common in eras past, responsible for most if not all of the episodes' "EXPLICIT" tags.  Several of the Superman cartoons pit our hero against WWII enemies (and one African tribal cult under Nazi control), but the artwork, voices and plotlines are extremely tame and respectful when compared to some of the cartoons featuring Bugs Bunny and others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uWPnVY-_I/AAAAAAAABQ0/Ie6W3Q4_jQk/s1600-h/Jappos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uWPnVY-_I/AAAAAAAABQ0/Ie6W3Q4_jQk/s320/Jappos.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141868594574457842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also highly recommend several of the other cartoons on the Vintage ToonCast.  I haven't watched all of them yet, but for now I'll suggest these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the Betty Boop cartoons (#5-10, some unnumbered).  I'd never seen one before and was pleasantly surprised, especially by some of the trippy graphics in Snow White (#6) and Minnie the Moocher (#10).  Watch them for the Cab Calloway music alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The famed "Duck and Cover" video (#36).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any or all of the "Private SNAFU" cartoons (#26-28, some unnumbered), depicting a foolhardy soldier, voiced by Mel Blanc (Bugs Bunny), who demonstrates how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;to serve your country.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mr. Finley's Feelings" (#54). Cartoon about a person with rage issues done in an interesting tone.  Note the use of 1st person perspective, and see if you can spot at least one curious moment (not the flashback) where they violate it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Trip" (#51).  Happy bicentennial America!  Let's celebrate with eye candy for the drug enthusiast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Going Places" (#57).  Explaining and championing the profit motive (lest you find yourself tempted by communism).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Early Worm Gets the Bird" (#16). Not necessarily the most offensive of the episodes featured on this podcast, but definitely the most thorough exploration of a racial caricature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fresh Hare" (#1).  A surprising and absolutely unnecessary ending to a Bugs Bunny toon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-6008511520111060?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/6008511520111060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=6008511520111060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/6008511520111060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/6008511520111060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/12/superman-depantsed.html' title='Superman Depantsed'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R1uL03VY-yI/AAAAAAAABPM/9e9OBAFlToc/s72-c/The+Underground+World.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-1360214801809759504</id><published>2007-11-26T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:20.244+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puzzles'/><title type='text'>Algebra Puzzles!</title><content type='html'>As if the word "algebra" wasn't off-putting enough, my first two problems are normally formed using trains, evoking the stereotypical headache-inducing algebra problem ("One train leaves Tulsa going northeast at 60mph, the other...").  I've replaced the trains in an attempt to make the problems more attractive to the few readers I haven't already alienated with this series of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0rtz5FWynI/AAAAAAAABO8/a7f3B4gj65s/s1600-h/rabbit_growl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0rtz5FWynI/AAAAAAAABO8/a7f3B4gj65s/s200/rabbit_growl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137179800721869426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man in a Tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has traveled 1/4 of the way through a tunnel when he notices a giant killer bunny hopping at a constant rate behind him, some distance outside of the tunnel.  Whether he continues forward as fast as he can, or turns around and runs as fast as he can, he will exit the tunnel and miss being devoured by the bunny with zero time to spare at either end.  How much faster is the mutant bunny than the man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0rnwZFWymI/AAAAAAAABO0/MPIbiNJ3iRo/s1600-h/bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0rnwZFWymI/AAAAAAAABO0/MPIbiNJ3iRo/s200/bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137173143522560610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supersonic Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two giant killer bunnies, initially separated by a distance of 25 miles, are both hopping at a rate of 100mph, directly towards one another.  A supersonic bee begins on one bunny's nose, and flies back and forth between that bunny's nose and the other's at a rate of 800 miles an hour until the bunnies ultimately collide with each other and the bee.  At the point of impact, how far will the bee have traveled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0rvg5FWyoI/AAAAAAAABPE/jHF6c4RxggM/s1600-h/2281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0rvg5FWyoI/AAAAAAAABPE/jHF6c4RxggM/s200/2281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137181673327610498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven and Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giant killer bunny dies and finds itself given three unmarked doors to choose from. One leads directly to heaven, one results in a 1-day stay in hell, and one results in a 2-day stay in hell.  If the bunny chooses either of the "hell" doors, it will carry out its hell sentence and return to the same three doors, which at that point will have been randomly shuffled, and the bunny gets to choose again.  What is the average time it takes a giant killer bunny to get into heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man in a Tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this problem interesting because it feels as though you're not given enough information to solve it.  How fast can he run?  How far away is the bunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More data would only be helpful insofar as it would make the problem easier to visualize than by using algebraic variables.  So let's say it takes the man 1 minute to reach the end of the tunnel through which he entered.  At this rate, it would take him 3 minutes to reach the far end of the tunnel, since it's three times as far.  Adding the times for these segments together means it would take a total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 minutes&lt;/span&gt; for this man to run from one end to the other.  How long would it take the bunny to cover the same distance?  It would take the bunny 1 minute to reach the near end and 3 minutes to reach the far end, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 minutes&lt;/span&gt; to cover the entire distance of the tunnel.  The bunny is twice as fast as the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supersonic Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solving this problem hinges on realizing how simple it really is.  If it actually required adding together all the successively decreasing distances between the bunnies, solving it would not be fun or interesting, and even most nerdy math types wouldn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to know is speed = distance / time (or distance = speed x time).  The bee's speed is 800mph.  How long will he be flying? Traveling toward each other at 100mph, the bunnies can each cover 12.5 miles in 1/8 of an hour.  So the bee travels at 800mph for 1/8 of an hour: 100 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven and Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solving this by algebra is more or less straightforward, but it's still very easy to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call the answer - the average time it takes a bunny to get into heaven - X.  X is the average of three values: the expected times for each door.  Door #1 has an expected time of 0.  But how can we calculate the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bunny walks through door #2, it spends 1 day in hell and starts over again.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After &lt;/span&gt;that 1 day, it can then expect to wait the average time, X.  So the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;total &lt;/span&gt;expected time for door #2 is 1 + X.  The same reasoning gets you 2 + X for door #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since X is the average of the three values, you need to add those values and divide by 3.  Putting all this together you get the equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;X = ( [0] + [1+X] + [ 2+X] ) /3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some simple equation manipulation gets you 3X = 3 + 2X and finally X=3.  The average time it takes a giant killer bunny to get into heaven is 3 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-1360214801809759504?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1360214801809759504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=1360214801809759504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1360214801809759504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1360214801809759504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/11/algebra-puzzles.html' title='Algebra Puzzles!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0rtz5FWynI/AAAAAAAABO8/a7f3B4gj65s/s72-c/rabbit_growl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-248693534852566246</id><published>2007-11-19T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:20.906+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puzzles'/><title type='text'>More Puzzles</title><content type='html'>Back by &lt;strike&gt;popular demand&lt;/strike&gt; no demand whatsoever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0GMq5FWyhI/AAAAAAAABOM/Vi2U1c4yrw4/s1600-h/3+roads.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0GMq5FWyhI/AAAAAAAABOM/Vi2U1c4yrw4/s200/3+roads.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134539718684756498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Monty Hall Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Doors.  One of them is good (it leads to underwear models, funnel cake, etc.) and two are bad (alligators, doctoral theses).  You pick one, but before we show you whether the door you picked is good or bad, we generously eliminate one of the bad doors from the other two.  Now it's time to make your final decision: Switch to the only remaining door, or stay with your original pick.  Should you switch or stay?  Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0GOepFWyjI/AAAAAAAABOc/sdErQpO4Gdc/s1600-h/sportsimage.asp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0GOepFWyjI/AAAAAAAABOc/sdErQpO4Gdc/s200/sportsimage.asp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134541707254614578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coin Flip Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I flip a coin at the same time, and continue flipping at the same pace until the game is over.  You win as soon as you get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two heads&lt;/span&gt; on consecutive flips.  I win as soon as I get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a head and a tail&lt;/span&gt;, in that order, on consecutive flips.  (We tie if both things happen on the same flip.)  Who, if anyone, has better odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike last week, intuition initially suggests simple and uninteresting answers to both puzzles - "it doesn't matter which door" and "no one has better odds", respectively.  Of course, those intuitive answers are not correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Monty Hall Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intuitive (but wrong) answer, "it doesn't matter", appears to make sense because (1) there are now just as many good doors as bad doors, and (2) you still don't know if your original pick was good or bad.  (1) and (2) are both correct assumptions, but the actual answer is that if you switch doors, you'll pick the good door twice as often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way: When you originally picked your door, you had a 1/3 chance of being right.  Nothing has changed that fact.  When I eliminated a bad door, I was able to do so independent of whether your original pick was good or not.  So now there's still a 1/3 chance that your original door is good, and a 2/3 chance that the good door is somewhere else.  But "somewhere else" now consists of one option instead of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coin Flip Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intuitive answer is that the game is fair, because in any two consecutive flips, we both have a 25% chance of success, right?  In reality, my odds of winning on a given flip eventually tend toward 50%, and your odds of winning on a given flip tend toward just over 19%.  The mathematics turns out to be surprisingly complicated, involving patterns related to the Fibonacci sequence and the golden ratio.  Figure that out on your own if you're so inclined.  If you're not, here's a partial explanation of why the game isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances of success on a given round?  If your last flip was heads (good news for you), it's 50%.  If your last flip was tails (bad news for you), it's 0%.  Same for me. This logic holds as far as the second round.  But if it's a later round and we're still playing, that means that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody won on the previous round&lt;/span&gt;, and we can deduce a little more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't win on the previous round, and you needed HH, so your previous two flips could have been HT, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;, or TT.  That's: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;scenario in which you might win on your next flip, and two in which you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't win on the previous round, and I needed TH, so my previous two flips could have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;, or TT.  That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; scenarios in which I might win on my next flip, and one in which I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you consider more and more previous flips, it gets increasingly complicated and the odds skew more and more in my (HT) favor.  Here is a partial table of the odds of getting the second of two desired flips on a given round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0GkBZFWylI/AAAAAAAABOs/VxRCJ8TMO98/s1600-h/stats.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0GkBZFWylI/AAAAAAAABOs/VxRCJ8TMO98/s400/stats.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134565393999252050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For example, if we make it to the 6th round of flipping (meaning you haven't yet made two consecutive heads) then there is a 38.4% chance your most recent (5th) flip was heads, and thus a 19.2% chance you'll get your second consecutive head on that 6th flip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-248693534852566246?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/248693534852566246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=248693534852566246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/248693534852566246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/248693534852566246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-puzzles.html' title='More Puzzles'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R0GMq5FWyhI/AAAAAAAABOM/Vi2U1c4yrw4/s72-c/3+roads.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-7351436562437849258</id><published>2007-11-12T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:26.246+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puzzles'/><title type='text'>Puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rzh_iNDb8iI/AAAAAAAABOE/Qij3kzKf4Qk/s1600-h/thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rzh_iNDb8iI/AAAAAAAABOE/Qij3kzKf4Qk/s200/thinker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131992000985035298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A while ago I came across a website purporting to list Google job interview questions, all of the brain teaser variety. I thought some of them were unlikely to appear in an actual interview as they've been kicking around for quite a while, but it revived in me a fascination with puzzles and brain teasers, and got me thinking about the different types and qualities of puzzles there are.  I've decided to make something of a Monday tradition of presenting different puzzles and their solutions, for at least the next several Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rzhwc9Db8gI/AAAAAAAABN0/HsJcjFOzq9Y/s1600-h/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rzhwc9Db8gI/AAAAAAAABN0/HsJcjFOzq9Y/s200/babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131975418116305410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a country where people only want boys, every family continues to have children until they have a boy. If they have a girl, they have another child. If they have a boy, they stop. What is the proportion of boys to girls in the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RzhwYtDb8fI/AAAAAAAABNs/lah5IUj1emQ/s1600-h/airplane_movie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RzhwYtDb8fI/AAAAAAAABNs/lah5IUj1emQ/s200/airplane_movie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131975345101861362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy Guy on a Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 airline passengers are waiting to board a plane.  They each hold a ticket to one of the 100 seats on the flight.  (It doesn't matter, but imagine the first person has ticket #1, and so on.)  The first person in line is crazy, and will select a seat at random, possibly even his own.  Every person after him will sit in their own seat if it's available, and pick a random one if it isn't.  You are the 100th person.  What are your chances of getting your own seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These puzzles are both fine examples of what puzzles should be, in my opinion, because they fit three important criteria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The solution is interesting, because it's not what you expected and/or simpler than you expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding the solution requires only reasoning ability, not knowledge of higher mathematics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not "tricky" in the sense that the solver has to make any less-than-obvious assumptions ("you can melt the ice", "turn the sweater inside out", etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy Country&lt;br /&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using simple reasoning and no mathematics at all, you should be able to convince yourself that this birthing strategy does nothing to alter the natural gender ratio of 50/50 (or 51/49, according to some sources).  Families have children.  Some are girls, some are boys.  Some families continue having children, some don't. As more babies are born, some are girls, some are boys.  And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not convinced, consider 64 families.  On average, 32 firstborns are boys, and 32 firstborns are girls.  Some nine months or more later, 32 of those families give birth again: 16 have boys, 16 have girls.  Next round: 8 boys, 8 girls, etc. The mathematics gets a little sticky when you get down to that last baby, but by then you have 63 boys and girls each to back up the 50/50 argument, and on a larger scale it's even more convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crazy Guy on a Plane&lt;br /&gt;SOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any problem involving an arbitrarily large number, it's always best to imagine it on a small scale first and see if any predictable patterns emerge. If it's just you and the crazy guy occupying 2 seats in a Cessna, your chances are 50%.  Add one more person.  Now the crazy guy has three options: his own seat ("good"), yours ("bad"), or the other person's seat.  If he picks the other person's, then that other person has two options: the crazy guy's seat ("good") and yours ("bad").  Still 50%.  Now consider the 100 person version.  Crazy guy has one "good", one "bad" and 98 other options.  If he sits in, say, passenger 57's seat, then passengers 2-56 get their own seats, and #57 has one "good", one "bad", and 42 other options.  Any way you cut it, the odds will be 50%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-7351436562437849258?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/7351436562437849258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=7351436562437849258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/7351436562437849258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/7351436562437849258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/11/puzzles.html' title='Puzzles'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rzh_iNDb8iI/AAAAAAAABOE/Qij3kzKf4Qk/s72-c/thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-1868958745976411254</id><published>2007-11-09T10:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:39:54.812+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Is Fantastic'/><title type='text'>Main Event at Tokyo DisneySea</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's Disney&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea&lt;/span&gt;, right across the street from Tokyo Disneyland.  Every Disney park features a nightly show that can be seen from a large area of the park.  I saw the one in Anaheim in 2005 and was quite impressed, but I'd say this one was as good or better. After a brief introduction by a Japanese-speaking Mickey, the show presented an embodiment of the Spirit of Water, then Fire, followed by something of a mating ritual between the two.  In addition to the spectacle, I just appreciate the difference in storytelling style, focusing on harmony in nature, rather than following the kind of "hero vanquishes villain" narrative I'm used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video 1 (1:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit of Fire, a metallic and tentacled seabeast that emits flames from its entire structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70f064b3180d2800" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=1868958745976411254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1868958745976411254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1868958745976411254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/11/main-event-at-tokyo-disneysea.html' title='Main Event at Tokyo DisneySea'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-1269654410789855730</id><published>2007-10-30T14:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:36.085+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Review of Weapons and Accessories from The Legend of Zelda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RybMeP860wI/AAAAAAAABMs/Jqx6bcwLwd0/s1600-h/the_legend_of_zelda_image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RybMeP860wI/AAAAAAAABMs/Jqx6bcwLwd0/s400/the_legend_of_zelda_image5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127010045858075394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyXvTv860TI/AAAAAAAABJI/FcOROIlVRR0/s1600-h/woodensword.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyXvTv860TI/AAAAAAAABJI/FcOROIlVRR0/s400/woodensword.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126766873399710002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wooden Sword&lt;/span&gt; - I like how Link starts his mission without any weapons at all, and has to make an effort, albeit extremely minimal, to acquire his first item. I can't help wondering, though: Wouldn't it be more interesting if he had to navigate his way past a few enemies without a sword, or even his first shield?  Additionally, the sword's throwing function gives Link a great incentive to maintain full life energy at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyXvaP860UI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pZ87sRfaTd8/s1600-h/whitesword.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyXvaP860UI/AAAAAAAABJQ/pZ87sRfaTd8/s400/whitesword.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126766985068859714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Sword&lt;/span&gt; - This comes a little too early in the game. At the very latest, Link acquires it after completing level 2, so only foolish players who enter level 3 without it get to see the blob-like creatures split into chocolate chip-like creatures. An ambitious Link can get the white sword before even level 1, making the first two labyrinths a little less than challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX3Rv860ZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/_-OVnGGtNbY/s1600-h/magicsword.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX3Rv860ZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/_-OVnGGtNbY/s400/magicsword.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126775635132993938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Sword&lt;/span&gt; - Appearing halfway to late in the game, this weapon is one of the best payoffs. It's significantly more costly than its immediate predecessor, requiring you to complete the first four levels and find all five auxiliary heart containers (or perhaps more levels and fewer containers for the player who has yet to learn all the game's secrets).  It's well worth the wait, and after finally acquiring it, Link gets to use it in up to five more levels.  And unlike the flawed timing of the white sword, the magic sword's heart container requirements mean that you must first deal with the large jumping bat creatures splitting into smaller bats before later appreciating the convenience of slaying them with a single thrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rya6vv860vI/AAAAAAAABMk/MEg8KNoV1-8/s1600-h/magicsheild.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rya6vv860vI/AAAAAAAABMk/MEg8KNoV1-8/s400/magicsheild.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126990555296486130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Shield&lt;/span&gt; - The difference between the defensive utilities of the regular and magic shields is just right.  The fact that the magic shield can be involuntarily taken away from Link should he find himself trapped inside the layer-cake looking creatures who first appear in level 6 gives those otherwise unimposing enemies an added terror level, as Link has grown to appreciate the increased protection his magic shield provides him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8yv860jI/AAAAAAAABLE/85YNbcUxZ0k/s1600-h/bomb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8yv860jI/AAAAAAAABLE/85YNbcUxZ0k/s400/bomb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126781699626816050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - This weapon proves its worth from start to finish, equally functional in harming all but some of the fiercest enemies and facilitating access both to key hidden rooms in the overworld and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; through critical walls in the underworlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.  The economy of this item is the best in the game.  Unlike the arrow, they don't cost money to use, but Link's limited capacity (eight, to begin with) and the scarcity with which slain enemies offer them force Link to use them somewhat conservatively.  The 100-rupee four-bomb capacity upgrades in levels 5 and 7 are both well timed, if a little costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8Gf860gI/AAAAAAAABKs/kItLBKRznEw/s1600-h/bluecandle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8Gf860gI/AAAAAAAABKs/kItLBKRznEw/s400/bluecandle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126780939417604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Another great multifunctional item in Link's arsenal. Though with its limited range and once-per-screen use, the candle isn't as useful in combat situations as in its other functions, providing access to secret rooms in the overworld and lighting darkened rooms in the underworld.  The only problem here is that Link never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has &lt;/span&gt;to navigate dark rooms, since they don't appear until level 4 and even the most clueless player has sought out the candle by this point.  Perhaps it would have been more interesting to have the layer-cake creatures take Link's fire producing capabilities rather than his magic shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8CP860fI/AAAAAAAABKk/utUKflS2BRc/s1600-h/redcandle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8CP860fI/AAAAAAAABKk/utUKflS2BRc/s400/redcandle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126780866403160562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Candle&lt;/span&gt; - This is the most useless weapon in Link's entire arsenal. The candle's upgrade from blue to red simply means you're no longer restricted to one use per screen. It might have been marginally helpful in avoiding some early fumbling around when Link has to burn all those bushes to find secret money giveaways, etc., but by level 7 all you need the candle for is to light up dark rooms, which only requires a single use anyway. You can't even use it to create a protective ring of fire around you because you're not allowed to have more than two lit flames at any given time. Finally, the candle's lighting function and utility against enemies are both rendered obsolete in the very next level when the magic book grants the power of flame, long distance no less, (and also multiple times per screen) to the magic rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKi_860qI/AAAAAAAABL8/ye17-KSthkY/s1600-h/letter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKi_860qI/AAAAAAAABL8/ye17-KSthkY/s400/letter.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126796822206665378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter&lt;/span&gt; - Along with the bow and arrow set, the letter is something of a tease, but that's not such a bad thing. More such items would make the game a little too frustrating, but the task of first acquiring the letter makes the potions appropriately more valuable to Link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKff860pI/AAAAAAAABL0/1f9uevXPM2A/s1600-h/lifepotion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKff860pI/AAAAAAAABL0/1f9uevXPM2A/s400/lifepotion.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126796762077123218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKcP860oI/AAAAAAAABLs/y_TAM7V4iag/s1600-h/2ndpotion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKcP860oI/AAAAAAAABLs/y_TAM7V4iag/s400/2ndpotion.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126796706242548354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life &lt;/span&gt;Potions&lt;/span&gt; - Given their high value, the potions should probably be a little more expensive, but their expense, restriction to two uses per refill, the limited number of shops that offer them, (and the prerequisite acquisition of the letter) place them among Link's most cherished items.  My only question is why anyone would pay 40 for the one-use bottle when the two-use bottle is only 28 rupees more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX7-_860eI/AAAAAAAABKc/z_uWbSluFfw/s1600-h/boomerang.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX7-_860eI/AAAAAAAABKc/z_uWbSluFfw/s400/boomerang.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126780810568585698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boomerang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Its functions are three: Kill very weak enemies; momentarily stun other enemies; retrieve rewards (money, energy) from defeated enemies. While the later levels largely prohibit you from implementing the boomerang for either of its first two functions, the last can become crucial when you really need a heart or fairy but can't risk chasing it down in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX76v860dI/AAAAAAAABKU/mc-zEsoM4Qg/s1600-h/magicboomerang.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX76v860dI/AAAAAAAABKU/mc-zEsoM4Qg/s400/magicboomerang.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126780737554141650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Boomerang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Though it's made available just after the regular boomerang, this weapon's release in level 2 is very well timed. The regular boomerang proves immediately useful, but its limited range quickly becomes frustrating. Endowing Link with a full-range boomerang does not risk making him too powerful too early in the game, as the boomerang only destroys the simplest of enemies, and fails to stun more advanced enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX72v860cI/AAAAAAAABKM/R5FSSoKwuwo/s1600-h/bow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX72v860cI/AAAAAAAABKM/R5FSSoKwuwo/s400/bow.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126780668834664898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Finding this in level 1 is a little disappointing if you haven't already stocked your quiver with arrows, but this and the letter are the game's only tease items, and I think their empty utility only makes Link appreciate later items all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX7yf860bI/AAAAAAAABKE/pHe711aKuvA/s1600-h/arrow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX7yf860bI/AAAAAAAABKE/pHe711aKuvA/s400/arrow.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126780595820220850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - In contrast to bombs, Link's capacity of arrows is simply the amount of money he has, as they cost one rupee apiece. The arrow is only more effective than Link's sword against a small number of enemies, striking a good balance between cost and effectiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX7vP860aI/AAAAAAAABJ8/ZBPVU_l5bw4/s1600-h/silverarrow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX7vP860aI/AAAAAAAABJ8/ZBPVU_l5bw4/s400/silverarrow.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126780539985645986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver Arrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - This is a pretty lame final weapon.  It's a good idea to have a single weapon that defeats the final villain&lt;/span&gt;, but as an update to the regular arrow, it rivals the red candle in unimpressiveness, having the same per-arrow cost and being no more effective against non-Ganon enemies than the regular arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX88_860lI/AAAAAAAABLU/uzo_Jzh1Rjs/s1600-h/raft.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX88_860lI/AAAAAAAABLU/uzo_Jzh1Rjs/s400/raft.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126781875720475218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raft&lt;/span&gt; - You really want the raft to be cooler than it is.  Of all Link's accessories, it's the only vehicle, but once aboard, you don't even get to control it.  Water is rather underused in The Legend of Zelda, containing a single enemy and being generally off limits to Link.  The raft merely gives you access to level 4 and one extra heart container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX85v860kI/AAAAAAAABLM/1I--3uoYc90/s1600-h/stepladder.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX85v860kI/AAAAAAAABLM/1I--3uoYc90/s400/stepladder.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126781819885900354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Inversely proportional to the raft in attractiveness vs. expected utility, the ladder is at once incredibly useful, especially against non-levitating enemies who can't climb onto the ladder with you.  A possible improvement to the ladder's use might have been to contain an overworld item, say, the power bracelet, in an area completely sealed off by thin rivers, so that Link &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; acquire the ladder before he can venture into this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKuP860tI/AAAAAAAABMU/06H9l_nn3FI/s1600-h/powerbracelet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKuP860tI/AAAAAAAABMU/06H9l_nn3FI/s400/powerbracelet.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126797015480193746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Power Bracelet&lt;/span&gt; - A precursor and later complement to the recorder, this facilitates much quicker movement around Hyrule, most notably to one site conveniently located directly below a lake with a life-replenishing fairy. Appropriately, Link has to travel quite far to get it, thereby demonstrating its obvious utility and convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKqv860sI/AAAAAAAABMM/IWY3P_XyVQY/s1600-h/recorder.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKqv860sI/AAAAAAAABMM/IWY3P_XyVQY/s400/recorder.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126796955350651586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recorder&lt;/span&gt; - Definitely one of the game's cooler items. (So cool, it was borrowed by Super Mario Bros. 3.) The recorder is used right away after its acquisition in level 5 to topple that labyrinth's boss, but once outside level 5, the recorder becomes incredibly useful in allowing Link to travel instantaneously to the entry points of all levels previously completed, as well as to finally reveal the entrance to level 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKmv860rI/AAAAAAAABME/B50M2qxuGAY/s1600-h/food.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYKmv860rI/AAAAAAAABME/B50M2qxuGAY/s400/food.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126796886631174834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bait&lt;/span&gt; - Another among many reasons (red candle, recycled level boss) that level 7 is just lame. The bait's supposed main function is to attract enemies, making their movements more predictable and thus easier to defeat or avoid. Good in theory, but in reality it's not worth bothering with, and the bait ultimately just amounts to a glorified key when you find you need to sacrifice it to reach the end of level 7, all the more annoying if you haven't purchased it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX9Cv860mI/AAAAAAAABLc/yEqKZRU5Xow/s1600-h/magicalrod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX9Cv860mI/AAAAAAAABLc/yEqKZRU5Xow/s400/magicalrod.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126781974504723042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Rod&lt;/span&gt; - This is a great complement to the sword series, possessing attributes both superior and inferior to those of the magic sword. The drawbacks are that it is only as powerful as the white sword, and isn't effective at all against some enemies. But unlike the swords, the magic rod maintains its long distance effects even when you have less than full energy, which is often. The magic rod is also extremely helpful in the moments immediately after Link's sword is paralyzed by those shimmering spheres that show up increasingly often in later levels.  The timing of its availability is also well-chosen, as it's the last real weapon Link acquires, and he has three and a half levels in which to brandish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX9I_860nI/AAAAAAAABLk/CCwRn2wwdOQ/s1600-h/bookofmagic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX9I_860nI/AAAAAAAABLk/CCwRn2wwdOQ/s400/bookofmagic.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126782081878905458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Book&lt;/span&gt; - While other series weapons (sword, shield, boomerang, candle, arrow) see increased gains in power, range or amount, the magic book updates the magic rod by granting it a completely different function: casting flames wherever it lands. Now the magic rod is even more devastating as a weapon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; you don't have to switch to the candle to light up rooms anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYK0f860uI/AAAAAAAABMc/2eacepZWTq8/s1600-h/magickey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyYK0f860uI/AAAAAAAABMc/2eacepZWTq8/s400/magickey.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126797122854376162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Key&lt;/span&gt; - Though the use of keys is a little backwards in Hyrule - "normal" keys can only be used once, on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; door, and only "magic" keys can be reused - it's good for Link to first learn to ration his keys and later be freed from this burden. That said, depending on how conservative you are with your keys, the magic key can be one of the least exciting accessories in the game. The careful and thorough Zelda player examines all options before unnecessarily wasting keys, and can build up a surplus of as many as eight or nine by the time this is finally available in level 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8Nf860iI/AAAAAAAABK8/s5cdRoqBzhE/s1600-h/bluering.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8Nf860iI/AAAAAAAABK8/s5cdRoqBzhE/s400/bluering.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126781059676688930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Ring&lt;/span&gt; - Here we see not only Link's weapons evolving, but Link himself.  The blue ring is appropriately the game's most costly item, monetarily anyway.  Part of the genius of its utility is that it cuts Link's damage in half, while picking up flashing hearts still replenishes his energy by a full container, now equal to four (regular) hits instead of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8KP860hI/AAAAAAAABK0/417Tql-zWSc/s1600-h/redring.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RyX8KP860hI/AAAAAAAABK0/417Tql-zWSc/s400/redring.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126781003842114066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - This ring, doubling Link's energy yet again, shows up a little late in the game, and it would be nice to see a red superhuman Link easily slashing his way about the overworld (an event only really necessary if you wish to refill your potion or stock up on rupees for arrow expenditures after unsuccessful attempts at level 9).  But the final labyrinth needs some good surprises to offset the difficulty of its vast size, confounding navigational routes and plethora of challenging enemies, and with the silver arrow's previously mentioned disappointing qualities, the red ring fills the role of the final payoff before the game's (anti-?) climactic battle with Ganon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-1269654410789855730?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1269654410789855730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=1269654410789855730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1269654410789855730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1269654410789855730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/10/review-of-weapons-and-accessories-from.html' title='A Review of Weapons and Accessories from The Legend of Zelda'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RybMeP860wI/AAAAAAAABMs/Jqx6bcwLwd0/s72-c/the_legend_of_zelda_image5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-478478540935280276</id><published>2007-10-25T00:36:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:38.050+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Is Fantastic'/><title type='text'>Engrish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9X13ftDdI/AAAAAAAABH4/a4J7Klixcb4/s1600-h/100_2533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9X13ftDdI/AAAAAAAABH4/a4J7Klixcb4/s400/100_2533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124911483912523218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this on a popular shopping street in Seoul.  It's a rather extreme example, but bewildering text like this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt; in Japan and Korea.  When I came across the awning pictured above, it wasn't actually as shocking as it could have been, because I had already seen this exact storefront on Engrish.com, a wonderful site that catalogues these hilarious phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this happen?  Anything in English is COOL.  So it's used everywhere in Japan and Korea, even though the vast majority of the target demographic can't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned above, http://www.engrish.com has all the goods in this department, but I'll list some more that I've personally encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9aT3ftDfI/AAAAAAAABII/m5yK6kSLN_k/s1600-h/100_2600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9aT3ftDfI/AAAAAAAABII/m5yK6kSLN_k/s200/100_2600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124914198331854322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9eOHftDhI/AAAAAAAABIY/-G2PLcUI0wA/s1600-h/100_2286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9eOHftDhI/AAAAAAAABIY/-G2PLcUI0wA/s200/100_2286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124918497594117650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9aeHftDgI/AAAAAAAABIQ/eU4Wb-3Nkhw/s1600-h/100_2602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9aeHftDgI/AAAAAAAABIQ/eU4Wb-3Nkhw/s200/100_2602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124914374425513474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the first one is a dentist's office.  Tomato Planning provides some kind of real estate service as far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like with a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Engrish&lt;/span&gt;, often the interesting part to me isn't so much the grammar errors (tooth/teeth), but the attitude conveyed in the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9ej3ftDiI/AAAAAAAABIg/PiTloMDZ1ec/s1600-h/100_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9ej3ftDiI/AAAAAAAABIg/PiTloMDZ1ec/s200/100_2238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124918871256272418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9fo3ftDlI/AAAAAAAABI4/KxWbkSc72zs/s1600-h/100_2635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9fo3ftDlI/AAAAAAAABI4/KxWbkSc72zs/s200/100_2635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124920056667246162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a small desk organizer I bought whose sign reads "I will enjoy your space combining various items".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9eznftDjI/AAAAAAAABIo/dYtMK00Xyxg/s1600-h/100_2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9eznftDjI/AAAAAAAABIo/dYtMK00Xyxg/s200/100_2627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124919141839212082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The robot in question was a fifteen-foot figure at a children's museum where many people have their pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9hd3ftDmI/AAAAAAAABJA/_7YRNQMlDEU/s1600-h/100_2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9hd3ftDmI/AAAAAAAABJA/_7YRNQMlDEU/s200/100_2225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124922066711940706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cap makes a strong case, but is completely out of touch with the state of Japanese drug use, as far as I know.  Penalties for even small user quantities of marijuana or cocaine involve significant jail time, and there isn't any legalization movement to speak of, making it that much stranger that I found this hat in a Sears-like department store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9faXftDkI/AAAAAAAABIw/xA5kZM6akZg/s1600-h/100_2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9faXftDkI/AAAAAAAABIw/xA5kZM6akZg/s200/100_2218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124919807559142978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I learned in Poland that you can't really expect people from totally homogeneous countries to grasp the complexities of American race relations, and I must admit, I'm not sure where I would start if I had to explain to this store's staff why they shouldn't have a rack labeled "black music".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-478478540935280276?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/478478540935280276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=478478540935280276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/478478540935280276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/478478540935280276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/10/engrish.html' title='Engrish'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rx9X13ftDdI/AAAAAAAABH4/a4J7Klixcb4/s72-c/100_2533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-1194290403720571414</id><published>2007-10-23T00:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:38.469+09:00</updated><title type='text'>DMZ, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxXh9nftDYI/AAAAAAAABHU/rCl_IQvMTPo/s1600-h/100_2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxXh9nftDYI/AAAAAAAABHU/rCl_IQvMTPo/s320/100_2544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122248599894035842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got to look out the bus window at the famed "Bridge of No Return" which POWs from both sides crossed during postwar repatriation.  Seeing the actual bridge, both in picture and in person, isn't as exciting as you want it to be, or anything close to its depiction in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Die Another Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxXjFHftDaI/AAAAAAAABHg/_f_oIznJ1vs/s1600-h/100_2568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxXjFHftDaI/AAAAAAAABHg/_f_oIznJ1vs/s320/100_2568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122249828254682530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At another stop on the tour we got to see, from afar, the closest villages on either side of the DMZ, both fairly ridiculous in their own right, set up for the sole purpose of creating a tantalizing image of what greatness lies across the divide.  A pissing contest of sorts, this led to the creation of the world's tallest flagpole (525 ft.) and heaviest flag (600 lbs.) in the North Korean village, and years of loudspeakers blasting praise for the Dear Leader from one side and pop music from the other. Both of these villages have actual Korean names, (and both ending in "-dong", teehee!), but the American military has nicknames for them; the North Korean village is called "Propaganda Village", so that you understand it's merely a propaganda campaign, and the South Korean village is called "Freedom Village", so that you understand it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well-meaning&lt;/span&gt; propaganda campaign. Inhabitants of Freedom Village are paid handsomely for their residence, though they are subject to a nightly 11pm curfew and other restrictions.  According to our guide, Propaganda Village contains no residents whatsoever, other than people employed to turn lights on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest part of this tour came near the end when we watched a fifteen minute video summarizing the history of the DMZ. It attempted to depict the DMZ as an inspirational symbol of peace in the world, emphasizing, among other things, the variety of wildlife inhabiting it.  The video began and ended with staged footage of a Korean girl first crying, then happily playing, near a dividing fence, and contained an animated sequence with a butterfly fluttering about, making park benches appear and dividing markers disappear.  Having seen the military-manned and otherwise barren wasteland containing no wildlife and little more than still-active landmines less than an hour earlier with our own eyes, the people sitting near me during the video were just as "WTF" baffled by this as I was. I wanted to cry Orwell! Orwell! but even that didn't seem to fit, since the combination of timing and ridiculousness of the material left no chance of its intended audience taking it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can tell, the video had something to do with South Korea's intentions to forge closer ties with their Northern counterparts, as the President had just returned from a summit with Kim Jong Il in which they initiated a new peace declaration the day before I went on this tour.  South Korean sentiment over this new friendliness toward the North is generally mixed.  These guys, however, demonstrating outside a government building in Seoul, were decidedly against it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This post was supposed to conclude with video footage of some really angry protesters I saw in Seoul the day before I went on this tour, but after several attempts I've given up trying to upload it.  My apologies to any readers that actually made it this far. (Mom?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the much anticipated video.  Upon rewatching it, I guess they're actually rather orderly protesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tiWSPTk1V8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tiWSPTk1V8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-1194290403720571414?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/1194290403720571414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=1194290403720571414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1194290403720571414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/1194290403720571414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/10/dmz-part-ii.html' title='DMZ, Part II'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxXh9nftDYI/AAAAAAAABHU/rCl_IQvMTPo/s72-c/100_2544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-2386250334675241097</id><published>2007-10-18T23:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:39.262+09:00</updated><title type='text'>DMZ, Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rxd6cXftDcI/AAAAAAAABHw/WE3VADsnRlU/s1600-h/100_2554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rxd6cXftDcI/AAAAAAAABHw/WE3VADsnRlU/s400/100_2554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122697728919145922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;North Korean guards at the Panmun-Gak Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently spent five days in Korea, for the purpose of obtaining my work visa at the Japanese consulate in Seoul (it's complicated).  While I was there I went on a group tour to the DMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxRBX3ftDVI/AAAAAAAABHA/eF0l7rJNBdA/s1600-h/Korean_dmz_map.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxRBX3ftDVI/AAAAAAAABHA/eF0l7rJNBdA/s200/Korean_dmz_map.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121790554516819282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those unfamiliar or only vaguely familiar, the DMZ - which stands for the misnomer "Demilitarized Zone" - is a 4km x 240km area dividing North and South Korea.  The area was more or less entirely shared between North and South until the tragic, yet awesomely-named "Axe Murder Incident" of 1976, during which two American soldiers were killed with their own axes, by North Korean soldiers, while attempting to chop down a poplar tree that was impeding vision between guardposts.  After the Americans later successfully felled the tree during "Operation Paul Bunyan" the entire DMZ was divided down the center to prevent further, um, mingling between North and South.  This dotted line bisects several buildings, sometimes used for diplomatic purposes, which we visited as part of the tour.  So, while wandering past the midpoint of this building, I was arguably "in" North Korea.  Here's a view from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxRLOHftDXI/AAAAAAAABHM/eOh8IbnsYaU/s1600-h/100_2558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxRLOHftDXI/AAAAAAAABHM/eOh8IbnsYaU/s320/100_2558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121801382129372530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The encased flags are from countries that fought or aided the South Korean effort in the Korean War. The case now contains flags made of plastic, not fabric, because of an incident in 2001 when, at the exact moment President Bush was meeting with South Korean diplomats elsewhere in the world, two North Korean soldiers entered this building and wiped their feet and blew their noses with the South Korean and American flags, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any such interesting explanation for the matching Hawaiian shirts sported by my corpulent compatriots.  Your guess is as good as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-2386250334675241097?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/2386250334675241097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=2386250334675241097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/2386250334675241097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/2386250334675241097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/10/dmz-part-i.html' title='DMZ, Part I'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rxd6cXftDcI/AAAAAAAABHw/WE3VADsnRlU/s72-c/100_2554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-8972711132432876236</id><published>2007-10-15T11:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:43.553+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Collections'/><title type='text'>Woodpiles</title><content type='html'>This summer I spent several weeks in rural/mountainous/forested Austria and Germany and I was really struck by the woodpiles, both the number and their variety of style and structure. My parents have two woodpiles, one of geometrically cut lumber, inside the garage, and one of logs with bark still on, in the yard along an exterior wall, braced at both ends by tall metal fence posts and wires. (They have a wood-burning stove they use to create a comfy living room atmosphere and drastically reduce winter heating bills.) I'd like to see my father take a cue from the technique employed in many of the woodpiles I saw (and the first several shown here), using cut logs laid perpendicularly so as to eliminate the need for end braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxLdJ3ftDQI/AAAAAAAABGc/MatJP_gjBjI/s1600-h/100_1634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxLdJ3ftDQI/AAAAAAAABGc/MatJP_gjBjI/s400/100_1634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121398887859162370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxLdV3ftDRI/AAAAAAAABGk/VMt1kDev6Xk/s1600-h/100_1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxLZdHftDAI/AAAAAAAABEc/-hgQxqUVgoM/s400/Garmisch-Partenkirchen_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121394820525132802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-8972711132432876236?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/8972711132432876236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=8972711132432876236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/8972711132432876236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/8972711132432876236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/10/woodpiles.html' title='Woodpiles'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RxLdJ3ftDQI/AAAAAAAABGc/MatJP_gjBjI/s72-c/100_1634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-8948089551506395663</id><published>2007-10-02T09:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:39:54.813+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Is Fantastic'/><title type='text'>Inevitable Robot Takeover</title><content type='html'>Today construction workers, tomorrow time-traveling government operatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4e73944452a6a68f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e73944452a6a68f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330284619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D25B080AEA3D654286B28BA82E87719700F9C1E.246506A82BCCE411A3DF67168916A73DF443F04D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e73944452a6a68f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DITJIPOMVYVIPvAuhWeh4YKHIh3E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4e73944452a6a68f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330284619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D25B080AEA3D654286B28BA82E87719700F9C1E.246506A82BCCE411A3DF67168916A73DF443F04D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4e73944452a6a68f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DITJIPOMVYVIPvAuhWeh4YKHIh3E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's a friendly robot ... &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVnkd7ot_pw"&gt;this time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-8948089551506395663?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/8948089551506395663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=8948089551506395663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/8948089551506395663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/8948089551506395663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/10/inevitable-robot-takeover.html' title='Inevitable Robot Takeover'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-2804754607134811151</id><published>2007-09-28T20:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:39:54.813+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Is Fantastic'/><title type='text'>Dear Dairy</title><content type='html'>This thing mesmerizes me every time I go to the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc7df57ba920d6da" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc7df57ba920d6da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330284619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BA6A2EB755B95EE9E407216F46F964D25AA31D.21017094EAEC2F84E9185A08B073A99D7CA15154%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc7df57ba920d6da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn2Tq6u8GbVyG4S7v8erlAcKrF2U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc7df57ba920d6da%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330284619%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BA6A2EB755B95EE9E407216F46F964D25AA31D.21017094EAEC2F84E9185A08B073A99D7CA15154%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc7df57ba920d6da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn2Tq6u8GbVyG4S7v8erlAcKrF2U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki confirms that Japanese children would have no idea what the oft-repeated slogan "three a day" means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tracked down the full-length versions of the entire &lt;a href="http://www.3aday.jp/video/index.php"&gt;3 video dairy aisle rotation&lt;/a&gt;.  The second one's pretty catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the produce aisle was featuring a live-action music video about bean sprouts, but I didn't have my camera with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-2804754607134811151?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/2804754607134811151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=2804754607134811151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/2804754607134811151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/2804754607134811151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-dairy.html' title='Dear Dairy'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-3183484385819978974</id><published>2007-09-26T14:17:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:44.464+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan Is Fantastic'/><title type='text'>Our Toilet is Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvntfXftC9I/AAAAAAAABD8/sa27cdcg-aE/s1600-h/Vacancy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvntfXftC9I/AAAAAAAABD8/sa27cdcg-aE/s200/Vacancy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114379974994627538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, there's the vacancy indicator.  Handy.  Courteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's take a look inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rvnbm3ftC0I/AAAAAAAABC0/TS001UFhuIc/s1600-h/Toilet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rvnbm3ftC0I/AAAAAAAABC0/TS001UFhuIc/s400/Toilet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114360312634346306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A: First electric eye.  As soon as you walk through the door, this sensor tells the seat to begin warming.  I find that on average it reaches optimum temperature about one second after I sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Second electric eye.  If you decide to sit down, this sensor will instruct another toilet robot to release some extra water into the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rvnfg3ftC4I/AAAAAAAABDU/R-IYeJzEGi4/s1600-h/100_2340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/Rvnfg3ftC4I/AAAAAAAABDU/R-IYeJzEGi4/s200/100_2340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114364607601642370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C: Control panel.  I haven't touched this thing yet.  As you can probably guess from the picture (click for a close-up), it offers a variety of bidet options.  The main dial is for water pressure.  The other buttons let you control water temperature and direction, as well as seat temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvnlN3ftC5I/AAAAAAAABDc/93ME2JgIVqA/s1600-h/100_2367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvnlN3ftC5I/AAAAAAAABDc/93ME2JgIVqA/s200/100_2367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114370878253894546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D: Handle.  Flip it up for "small flush", down for "big flush".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Spout.  When you flush, the water that eventually washes and refills the bowl first flows into and through the small sink above the toilet, giving you 30 seconds of running water with which to wash your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvnnPXftC7I/AAAAAAAABDs/bJ7wvw1ZfmA/s1600-h/100_2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvnnPXftC7I/AAAAAAAABDs/bJ7wvw1ZfmA/s200/100_2354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114373103046953906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, when the seat is raised, a soft green light illuminates the bottom of the bowl, giving necessary aiming aid in case you don't want to fully readjust your eyes to overhead lights in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubble Trouble reader Adamistic writes:&lt;blockquote&gt;I once heard that in public restrooms, Japanese folk (particularly women? or no? that detail escapes me) addressed their shyness about eliminatory noises by flushing whenever they were pooping. Further, apparently some places had installed speakers and a button that could be pushed to simulate the sound of a flush to be used for this purpose, saving untold millions in water costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of the mysterious controls on your control panel also does this?&lt;/blockquote&gt;After consulting my most reliable resource (Yuki) I can report that these devices do exist, and have become commonplace in women's restrooms since the 1980s, though &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_toilets#The_Sound_Princess"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; and my own minimal experience show that they are rarely found in men's rooms.  The name of the most popular brand that makes such devices is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Otohime&lt;/span&gt; (literally: "Sound Princess"), also the name of a goddess from Japanese mythology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175233312762978850-3183484385819978974?l=stubbletrouble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/3183484385819978974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8175233312762978850&amp;postID=3183484385819978974' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/3183484385819978974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175233312762978850/posts/default/3183484385819978974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stubbletrouble.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-toilet-is-awesome.html' title='Our Toilet is Awesome'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270280732445254382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/R4uORKChEuI/AAAAAAAABV4/RkASsbS3oNk/S220/102_2909-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvntfXftC9I/AAAAAAAABD8/sa27cdcg-aE/s72-c/Vacancy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175233312762978850.post-1445649660262114955</id><published>2007-09-20T19:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:08:49.848+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Collections'/><title type='text'>My Favorite 25 Photographs</title><content type='html'>I recently chose my favorite 25 photographs that I've taken in the year since my Grandma gave me a digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvZFdnftCvI/AAAAAAAABBA/oU8uBuAd63M/s1600-h/100_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvZFdnftCvI/AAAAAAAABBA/oU8uBuAd63M/s400/100_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113350802046257906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Český Krumlov, Czech Republic, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJNXqrVl0I/AAAAAAAABAU/xioZi3vGr58/s1600-h/100_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJNXqrVl0I/AAAAAAAABAU/xioZi3vGr58/s400/100_0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112233596007323458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayrhofen, Austria, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJNP6rVlzI/AAAAAAAABAM/oY-Nj03FshI/s1600-h/100_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJNP6rVlzI/AAAAAAAABAM/oY-Nj03FshI/s400/100_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112233462863337266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dresden, Germany, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 102-meter-long "Procession of Princes" mural depicts the succession of Saxon rulers dating back to 1127.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJNJ6rVlyI/AAAAAAAABAE/bi2JOBplkE8/s1600-h/100_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJNJ6rVlyI/AAAAAAAABAE/bi2JOBplkE8/s400/100_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112233359784122146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prague, Czech Republic, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend, Yuki, on the Charles Bridge.  I like the (completely accidental) disparity in focus between Yuki and the random smiling guy at far left. (Click on the image for a better look.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLqKrVlxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yaX6EEppYjc/s1600-h/100_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLqKrVlxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yaX6EEppYjc/s400/100_0257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112231714811647762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prague, Czech Republic, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An observation tower modeled after the Eiffel Tower in Paris, though the tower in Paris is five times taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLiqrVlwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/6rZGuRQHW3M/s1600-h/100_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLiqrVlwI/AAAAAAAAA_0/6rZGuRQHW3M/s400/100_0293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112231585962628866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prague, Czech Republic, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tower from the previous picture is at far left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLbqrVlvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/JTW2odxTzEg/s1600-h/100_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLbqrVlvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/JTW2odxTzEg/s400/100_0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112231465703544562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prague, Czech Republic, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLVarVluI/AAAAAAAAA_k/imwxyWjwZoU/s1600-h/100_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLVarVluI/AAAAAAAAA_k/imwxyWjwZoU/s400/100_0364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112231358329362146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prague, Czech Republic, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLOqrVltI/AAAAAAAAA_c/VXfC7fj4PcQ/s1600-h/100_0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJLOqrVltI/AAAAAAAAA_c/VXfC7fj4PcQ/s400/100_0447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112231242365245138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warsaw, Poland, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palace of Culture and Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJKqarVlsI/AAAAAAAAA_U/jUpmKJZB7Es/s1600-h/100_0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJKqarVlsI/AAAAAAAAA_U/jUpmKJZB7Es/s400/100_0471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112230619594987202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krakow, Poland, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did a lot of tricky editing to make the building more visible through the haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJKb6rVlrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Xf2zFB6q5g0/s1600-h/100_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJKb6rVlrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Xf2zFB6q5g0/s400/100_0492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112230370486884018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krakow, Poland, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waweł Castle on the Wisła River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJKSqrVlqI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qQvgtAXuyMk/s1600-h/100_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJKSqrVlqI/AAAAAAAAA_E/qQvgtAXuyMk/s400/100_0626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112230211573094050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaga, Spain, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cliché picture, but I still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJJ0qrVlpI/AAAAAAAAA-8/K0HsDw8Esgk/s1600-h/100_0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJJ0qrVlpI/AAAAAAAAA-8/K0HsDw8Esgk/s400/100_0663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112229696177018514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barcelona, Spain, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances helped romanticize this picture. I took it on my way home from a party as the sun was rising over Barcelona around 8am on January 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJJtqrVloI/AAAAAAAAA-0/TPP-vrtE_YQ/s1600-h/100_0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJJtqrVloI/AAAAAAAAA-0/TPP-vrtE_YQ/s400/100_0792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112229575917934210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riga, Latvia, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvZOaXftCyI/AAAAAAAABBY/8b7EUqmTc4U/s1600-h/100_0942-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvZOaXftCyI/AAAAAAAABBY/8b7EUqmTc4U/s400/100_0942-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113360641816333090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krakow, Poland, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Mary's Basilica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJJVKrVlmI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NBtE_oxSSEs/s1600-h/100_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJJVKrVlmI/AAAAAAAAA-k/NBtE_oxSSEs/s400/100_0960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112229155011139170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vienna, Austria, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formula for pi, in German, followed by a numerical approximation to many hundreds of decimal places, extending around several corners of a subway corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJJHKrVllI/AAAAAAAAA-c/2SfdumwY0ak/s1600-h/100_1361-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJJHKrVllI/AAAAAAAAA-c/2SfdumwY0ak/s400/100_1361-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112228914492970578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niegowonice, Poland, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much clutter in the background, but I love everything about the subjects here, particularly their odd relation to each other. The guy in the foreground is my friend, Adam. The girl was with a group of Polish kids celebrating a christening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJI9arVlkI/AAAAAAAAA-U/5AVfGOqnvVM/s1600-h/100_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJI9arVlkI/AAAAAAAAA-U/5AVfGOqnvVM/s400/100_1683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112228746989246018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berchtesgaden, Germany, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Königssee (King's Lake). I actually reduced the glare on the lake and altered some of the colors here by holding polarized sunglasses in front of the camera lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJIq6rVljI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8xlXbxoSyFc/s1600-h/Mayrhofen+II_69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJIq6rVljI/AAAAAAAAA-M/8xlXbxoSyFc/s400/Mayrhofen+II_69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112228429161666098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayrhofen, Austria, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJIBqrVliI/AAAAAAAAA-E/enJa3KEIOTY/s1600-h/Mayrhofen+II_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJIBqrVliI/AAAAAAAAA-E/enJa3KEIOTY/s400/Mayrhofen+II_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112227720492062242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayrhofen, Austria, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJHt6rVlhI/AAAAAAAAA98/i_EXwxUCblg/s1600-h/Obergurgl+I_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJHt6rVlhI/AAAAAAAAA98/i_EXwxUCblg/s400/Obergurgl+I_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112227381189645842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obergurgl, Austria, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJHSarVlgI/AAAAAAAAA90/uabKiLlX_9o/s1600-h/Obergurgl_00-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJHSarVlgI/AAAAAAAAA90/uabKiLlX_9o/s400/Obergurgl_00-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112226908743243266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obergurgl, Austria, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a trail out of frame that we climbed to get to the hut you see at the top. Also note the other hikers at bottom right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJGIKrVlfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/H4ftEcJozyU/s1600-h/Obergurgl_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJGIKrVlfI/AAAAAAAAA9s/H4ftEcJozyU/s400/Obergurgl_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112225633137956338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obergurgl, Austria, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken from a mountain ridge that marks the border between Italy and Austria, looking into Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJDUarVldI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ixJoTJZvSwU/s1600-h/100_1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJDUarVldI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ixJoTJZvSwU/s400/100_1966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112222545056470482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obergurgl, Austria, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objects at the bottom are: a black rock, two white sheep sleeping on top of each other, and a brown sheep by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJC0arVlcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/i3rV7iWuG2Q/s1600-h/Munich_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EjlR-_vpISU/RvJC0arVlcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/i3rV7iWuG2Q/s400/Munich_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112221995300656578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unich, Germany, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bavaria Statue at sunset. 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