A shortened interview with astronaut Col. Frank Borman is worthy read. He sounds to be a refreshingly no-nonsense man who is clearly rare among his generation and surely even more so were he among subsequent generations.
It is getting late in the evening on the 28th, but I just read that Mr. Lemmy Kilmister of Motörhead has died of cancer at age 70. Particularly when I was younger, I was a big fan. In fact, I even got to see them open for Judas Priest and Alice Cooper. His band's appearance in the "Bambi" episode of the early 1980s British TV comedy The Young Ones remains superb.
The other day I found that a fellow ECE 362 student lived in Tokushima, Japan, in 1990. His father was there on sabbatical at Tokushima University's medical school. Since my classmate was only 11, his memory is not the freshest but there were places we both knew: I lived there from October 1999 to March 2006. It was my favorite place to live and work in Japan.
The other day a colleague took me for lunch to a Panda Express in Muncie, Indiana. While seated and eating--taking care not to damage my teeth on the poorly cooked "steamed brown rice"--two Asians came in: a tall slender fellow with a smaller woman who was reading the menu to him, yet I could not here the language; however, I could read their company shirts' name tags. The man was JJ, not a very Japanese name, and the woman was Katsumi, very Japanese.
When I went to refill my drink, I asked Kaysumi whether she was Japanese: She was. We had a brief chat in which I learned they work at FCC Clutch in Portland, Indiana, which supplies parts for Honda. I learned some other things and told her about myself and why I can speak Japanese, though it worsens daily.
Always I enjoy running into Japanese, because they typically react very well to people who can speak their language, even if not very well.