That was an exciting Noa post. Now more about me.
I recently had a conference in Tokyo (right after Noa got out of the hospital) where we did CIR stuff. Here is a picture of other CIR’s from Shikoku.
Damn, that picture is huge.
Here is a letter I got from one of my students in my English class. She is a very sweet older lady who just started studying English a few years ago. She is amazing! She wrote me a very kind note about the birth of my baby. (Thank you!)
And finally… the sweater incident.
Let’s just say it involved my favourite sweater, a christmas party, and a candle. and sadness. deep sadness. 
yes… there was a burnt sheep smell 🙁
i need sweaters badly now. i have maybe 2 that fit and none that look good. i think i will buy myself sweaters for christmas…
i did exactly the same thing with a favourite sweater!! i was reaching across a heavily laden table for more food and managed to hang my wool sweater over a candle…it smelled like i burned a sheep.
hahah. my life is a torn tapestry. Thanks for the advice mike… shane can use it to make a home to live in. (or his crack shop.)
CHRIS, MIKE!! GET SKYPE. I will buy you a damn microphone.
The Joy of a new iPod! The sorrow of a torn sweater! Your life is a rich tapestry, David.
That or give it to shane… He has fashionably been wearing holed sweaters for a very long time now!
Seriously, your sweater has character now. The little hole just shows how much you love it, or something? 🙂
– Christopher
It is moments like when you spell favorite with a “u” that you remind me you’re Canadian.