November 22nd, 2008

rice owls

Rice. 8-3.

From this land of eternal strangeness, I note something even stranger -- Rice improved to 8-3.

Rice. 8-3. In Football.

That's, you know, maybe their best record in approximately a million years or so. They're in slight danger of being ranked nationally (very slight, but still). A bowl game is probably a given. They might (if things break right) even go to the C-USA championship game, where (judging by records alone, anyway) they'd have a good chance of winning the conference.

I think I'm going to go eat some still-live-and-wriggling octopus or something to restore my sense of normalcy.

Next weekend is Bayou Bucket time, IIRC.
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bad egg

I Tried...

...To find a Harley-Davidson dealer in Kawasaki, but apparently the closest is actually the one I saw in Yokohama. Or maybe Shibuya. Ah, well, that was a picture I would have taken.

Also, weekends at the Ramen Museum are a bit crowded (especially holiday weekends?) Fortunately, I was early enough to try a bowl. Unfortunately, I wasn't early enough to try more than one, without waiting, like, a million years. On the good side, with my rail pass, it would be awfully easy to double-hop the Shinkansen there from Tokyo (two stops, barely into the next prefecture) and go back for dinner later this week. I'm really tempted, if I end up with a down day.
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