It's those simple things in life that tend to make it all worth while

This is a picture from the flea market I visited on the 21st of last month, at Shitennoji Temple. Nice place, I wouldn't mind going back when it's not packed with people lining the walks, scavenging for garage sale items. Actually the concept of the flea market takes me back somewhat to the vagaries of a soothing, summer afternoon in the comfort of my own hometown.

I was disheartened to hear of the bombings in London. I am hoping that none of my relatives were affected by it, although I'm sure they were in the nationalistic sense. No one likes to have their own soil scarred with the blood of their own. I find it interesting that the four London bombs struck at approximately the same time that those four planes struck the US, four years ago. That's a lot of fours. I wonder if we will discover some pattern to this. I would like to get the world back to where it was, on an axis that doesn't tilt with insanity. The word "four" in Japanese actually means death. But certainly those terrorists weren't toting a Japanese dictionary with them while they plotted these attacks. I hope Tokyo, another capital of another G-8 nation, does not suffer the same fate as London.

But I don't want to go too far into that quagmire of geo-political agony. It's better if I keep things simple. Hey, $50 billion to Africa ain't too bad. They can buy a lot of Slim Jims with that money! I hope it actually gets to the people who need it this time.

Get down with the beat y'all!