Saturday, September 27, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Noses
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Folktale
I have a reason for I dig the hole.I feel some pleasant thing comes out from underground.
Hanasaka jiisan
This video clip is a Japanese old folktale.It's called"Hanasaka jiisan"
Synopsis by WIKIPEDIA
An old childless couple loved their dog. One day, it dug in the garden, and they found a box of gold pieces there. A neighbor thought the dog must be able to find treasure, and managed to borrow the dog. When it dug in his garden, there were only bones, and he killed it. He told the couple that the dog had just dropped dead. They grieved and buried it under the fig tree where they had found the treasure. One night, the dog's master dreamed that the dog told him to chop down the tree and make a mortar from it. He told his wife, who said they must do as the dog asked. When they did, the rice put into the mortar turned into gold. The neighbor borrowed it, but the rice turned to foul-smelling berries, and he and his wife smashed and burned the mortar.
That night, in a dream, the dog told his master to take the ashes and sprinkle them on certain cherry trees. When he did, the cherry trees came into bloom, and the Daimyo, passing by, marveled and gave him many gifts. The neighbor tried to do the same, but the ashes blew into the Daimyo's eyes, so he threw him into prison; when he was let out, his village would not let him live there anymore, and he could not, with his wicked ways, find a new home.
Hanasaka jiisan
This video clip is a Japanese old folktale.It's called"Hanasaka jiisan"
Synopsis by WIKIPEDIA
An old childless couple loved their dog. One day, it dug in the garden, and they found a box of gold pieces there. A neighbor thought the dog must be able to find treasure, and managed to borrow the dog. When it dug in his garden, there were only bones, and he killed it. He told the couple that the dog had just dropped dead. They grieved and buried it under the fig tree where they had found the treasure. One night, the dog's master dreamed that the dog told him to chop down the tree and make a mortar from it. He told his wife, who said they must do as the dog asked. When they did, the rice put into the mortar turned into gold. The neighbor borrowed it, but the rice turned to foul-smelling berries, and he and his wife smashed and burned the mortar.
That night, in a dream, the dog told his master to take the ashes and sprinkle them on certain cherry trees. When he did, the cherry trees came into bloom, and the Daimyo, passing by, marveled and gave him many gifts. The neighbor tried to do the same, but the ashes blew into the Daimyo's eyes, so he threw him into prison; when he was let out, his village would not let him live there anymore, and he could not, with his wicked ways, find a new home.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Second anniversary
Monday, September 15, 2008
Ball and disk
Friday, September 12, 2008
Cornification of the heel.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Fine day
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Karaoke
Mam likes karaoke and she sings the following song sometimes.Barney's is cute.
Synchronicity-Maria Takeuchi
I like bananas more than a microphone.
When Mom examines it in Wikipedia.
The first karaoke machine was invented by Japanese musician Daisuke Inoue in Kobe, Japan, in the early 1970s.
The follows are films of Mills Brothers of the beginning in 1930's.
And when 1 minute and 50 seconds passes, It become only a guitar and the chorus. It is right karaoke-style.
I Ain't Got Nobody - Mills Brothers
Synchronicity-Maria Takeuchi
I like bananas more than a microphone.
When Mom examines it in Wikipedia.
The first karaoke machine was invented by Japanese musician Daisuke Inoue in Kobe, Japan, in the early 1970s.
The follows are films of Mills Brothers of the beginning in 1930's.
And when 1 minute and 50 seconds passes, It become only a guitar and the chorus. It is right karaoke-style.
I Ain't Got Nobody - Mills Brothers
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Dried chicken.
Monday, September 1, 2008
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