<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:53:24.747+09:00</updated><category term='video'/><category term='games'/><category term='travel'/><category term='nature'/><category term='art'/><category term='people'/><category term='food'/><category term='science'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Tomato cactus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-3069968183730427297</id><published>2010-10-21T11:22:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:19:42.154+09:00</updated><title type='text'>After 3 more years of experience...</title><content type='html'>(Draft: the following brain fart may be incoherent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 more years of experience* in various companies and industries,  I've come to realize that the amount of money you make depends on how  well you bullshit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously: the best leaders, whether CEO or salesmen, have to be extremely strong at selling themselves -- their ideas, their style, their way of doing things. One can succeed as a silent, but competent worker only up to a certain level**. But beyond that level, one battles for the top with one's communication skills, a.k.a. bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to learn to bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, not anyone can learn to bullshit. Communication skills are often misunderstood as skills that can be simply picked up, like learning to ride a bike or use a spreadsheet.  This is not true.  Turning from a bad communicator into a good communicator involves throwing away shyness, fidgeting, and impatience, and adding in humor and style. One has to change into a different person if one wants to learn to communicate. Rather than 'learning to communicate', the phrase 'learning to bullshit' seems to capture the deeper essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, conversational skills are *completely different* from written skills. Both might use the same language as a medium, but while writing (this includes speech writing) involves organizing ideas and developing an individual flow, conversation means being able to merge one's own flow with another, and take turns leading and following until both sides grasp the subject (whether or not they agree is another matter). This is why a person who writes excellent satire may turn out to be a poor conversationalist; it takes exposure and experience to develop one's ability to bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one needs to know the importance of patience. Simply put, being impatient makes one look like an idiot. Being a good communicator involves being able to patiently listen and wait for the right time to add the right amount of bullshit. Prematurely  making judgment based on weak assumptions would make one lose credibility. A skilled bullshitter would place assumptions into context, making them appear much more justified (whether or not proven to be correct in the future). On a more sincere note, many misunderstandings can be resolved by both sides being patient enough to listen to and understand each other's assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[To be continued/reviewed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One can succeed as a silent, but competent worker only up to a certain level&lt;/span&gt;. I guess one could go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silently&lt;/span&gt; all the way to the top by being a genius techie and a shrewd investor, but this would discount the social factor, by which a not-so-genius but well-connected and well-informed person would actually outperform the geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After 3 more years of experience&lt;/span&gt;... Which reminds me, I marked my 10th year in the corporate world a few months ago. Come to think of it, my immediate boss actually got me a raise from the stingy management (which is what management is supposed to do -- minimize costs, maximize profits; I am listed down as a cost in their books). My raise was measly (corresponding to my lack of ability to bullshit). I'll have to put my insights into practice to be able to improve my career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-3069968183730427297?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/3069968183730427297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=3069968183730427297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/3069968183730427297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/3069968183730427297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-3-more-years-of-experience.html' title='After 3 more years of experience...'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-7257633498384973628</id><published>2008-02-25T00:04:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:28:22.596+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Apology to politicians</title><content type='html'>I made a mistake in my previous post, about politicians having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'nothing but ambition.'&lt;/span&gt; Ambition is indeed a major requirement for politics, but a politician is actually a specialization of a salesman! Sales in itself is a formidable skill and forms the core of capitalism, and selling your image is the key to success in a democracy. Democracy and capitalism have an interesting relationship, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to washing the dishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disclaimer: I have no formal training in economics, business and political theory. Please post a comment if you would like to correct me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-7257633498384973628?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/7257633498384973628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=7257633498384973628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/7257633498384973628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/7257633498384973628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2008/02/apology-to-politicians-i-made-mistake.html' title='Apology to politicians'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-5108657947980448583</id><published>2007-07-08T00:11:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:28:59.797+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Why do some people make more money than others?</title><content type='html'>I tried coming up with an answer to this using two orthogonal traits: talent and ambition.  Note that in this article, I mean 'talent' to be 'effective talent', hence a talented but lazy person is classified as having effectively 'no talent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the trait-scenario table I came up with to analyze various types of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="text-align: left;"&gt;Traits&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th style="text-align: left;"&gt;Possible outcome&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;No talent, No ambition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: PaleTurquoise;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Talent, No ambition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Overworked, underpaid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Talent, Ambition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Executive, Top specialist, Rock star&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: PaleTurquoise;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;No talent, Ambition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Politician&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trait&lt;/span&gt;-Scenario&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Table No. 1: Talent and Ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no offense to politicians, but most political systems require no other criterion for office, except ambition. Also, the table entries are in a 'P implies Q' relationship: it doesn't necessarily mean that politicians have nothing except ambition, but one can be a politician armed only with ambition and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bums do have tough luck. Because my notion of talent means 'effective talent', people who have have potential but have been unable to develop it are also inadvertently classified as having 'no talent'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, there are a lot of people with neither talent nor ambition who are well off; the above table does little to explain the world's distribution of wealth. So I decided to factor in the &lt;i&gt;luck&lt;/i&gt; column for a somewhat better picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="text-align: left;"&gt;Traits&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tough luck&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;th style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky!&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;No talent, No ambition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; Paris Hilton&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: PaleTurquoise;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Talent, No ambition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Overworked, underpaid&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paid enough, content&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Talent, Ambition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;'Almost' executive, 'almost' rock star, but never there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Executive, Top specialist, Rock star&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: PaleTurquoise;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;No talent, Ambition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; Al Gore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; Bush&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trait&lt;/span&gt;-Scenario&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; table No. 2: Talent, Ambition and Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conventional wisdom would state that talent that fulfills our needs is rewarded. However, after looking at my trait-scenario tables, I  have come under the impression that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent is what the world needs, but luck and ambition are what the world rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should come up with a less depressing model.&lt;br /&gt;Or find happier thoughts about the current model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-5108657947980448583?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/5108657947980448583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=5108657947980448583' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/5108657947980448583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/5108657947980448583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-do-some-people-make-more-money-than.html' title='Why do some people make more money than others?'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-6667628341184843288</id><published>2007-04-14T04:14:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:29:36.023+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Shinobazu Pond</title><content type='html'>Here's a video from Ueno. I took it some time ago, but I  just thought of posting it now :) I know nothing about taking videos, so please pardon the jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgK7NfVEXhg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgK7NfVEXhg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-6667628341184843288?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/6667628341184843288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=6667628341184843288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/6667628341184843288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/6667628341184843288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2007/04/shinobazu-pond-heres-video-from-ueno.html' title='Shinobazu Pond'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-334696737137420618</id><published>2007-04-14T01:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:30:22.099+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Egg Came First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Day_old_chick_black_background.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/Rh_FUYH1pRI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Q7TF2mD9ZjA/s200/1dayoldchick.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052974260796368146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hatched yesterday [GFDL]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Everyone has their own theory, and no one agrees which is right. Anyway, I bring forward my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most correct theory and plausible solution to the chicken-and-egg quandary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/RiA1joH1pUI/AAAAAAAAAic/Lk6GXVVBsi8/s1600-h/chicken-egg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/RiA1joH1pUI/AAAAAAAAAic/Lk6GXVVBsi8/s320/chicken-egg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053097668091684162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If the first chicken were to mate with a proto-chicken, their offspring would consist of chickens, proto-chickens and hybrids, according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mendelian_inheritance" target="_blank"&gt;Mendelian genetics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory begins with the parents very first chicken. The parents of the first chicken, were by definition, not chickens (otherwise, their offspring wouldn't have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; anymore). These &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proto&lt;/span&gt;-chickens were evolutionary precursors to the first chicken and may have tasted much like chicken. By some combination or mutation, a proto-chicken couple laid the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;egg &lt;/span&gt;of what would be the first chicken. So see! The chicken egg came first, because its parents were not chickens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/RiAzdYH1pTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4C3rPqlHWnQ/s1600-h/chicken-egg-timeline.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/RiAzdYH1pTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4C3rPqlHWnQ/s320/chicken-egg-timeline.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053095361694246194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us further explore the life of the first chicken. Who was his mate? The first chicken may have mated with a proto-chicken to sire a brood of chickens and proto-chickens. Or suppose the first chicken's parents laid several more eggs. Similar combinations or mutations among his siblings or cousins may have produced a second chicken, with whom he would have founded the Chicken dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were prosperous. And they lived long joyfully. Until the discovery of frying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-334696737137420618?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/334696737137420618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=334696737137420618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/334696737137420618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/334696737137420618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2007/04/egg-came-first-which-came-first-chicken.html' title='The Egg Came First'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/Rh_FUYH1pRI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Q7TF2mD9ZjA/s72-c/1dayoldchick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-116231072712958777</id><published>2006-11-01T00:52:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:36:10.626+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Saitamakenistan</title><content type='html'>Inspired by comrade &lt;a href="http://www.boratonline.co.uk/"&gt;Borat&lt;/a&gt;,  I would like to show how much I appreciate my adoptive land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/RiA5Z4H1pVI/AAAAAAAAAik/FpUD2Yu2fdI/s1600-h/vlaratf-camerashy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/RiA5Z4H1pVI/AAAAAAAAAik/FpUD2Yu2fdI/s320/vlaratf-camerashy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053101898634470738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Ok, I suddenly got camera-shy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-116231072712958777?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/116231072712958777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=116231072712958777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/116231072712958777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/116231072712958777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2006/11/inspired-by-comrade-borat-i-would-like.html' title='Saitamakenistan'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/RiA5Z4H1pVI/AAAAAAAAAik/FpUD2Yu2fdI/s72-c/vlaratf-camerashy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-115813084326625584</id><published>2006-09-13T16:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:36:48.610+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Rivers of MUD</title><content type='html'>Farewell, &lt;a href="http://rom.org/"&gt;rom.org&lt;/a&gt;. Alas, all good things must come to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-115813084326625584?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/115813084326625584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=115813084326625584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/115813084326625584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/115813084326625584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2006/09/farewell-rom.html' title='Rivers of MUD'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-114740995617056894</id><published>2006-05-12T13:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:24:41.228+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/Rg1ORpeXixI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0sxJ2hB6Sf4/s1600-h/picasso-0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/Rg1ORpeXixI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0sxJ2hB6Sf4/s320/picasso-0.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047776822450162450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of Picasso's less cubic works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Pablo_Picasso"&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that explains his strange paintings... he really couldn't paint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-114740995617056894?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/114740995617056894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=114740995617056894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/114740995617056894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/114740995617056894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-came-across-this-quote-i-am-always.html' title='Picasso'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/Rg1ORpeXixI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0sxJ2hB6Sf4/s72-c/picasso-0.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-114020318702991318</id><published>2006-02-18T04:04:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:22:34.783+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What English slang do I speak?</title><content type='html'>I'm mostly friggin aussie! and also a quarter of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt;"&gt;Your Slanguage Profile&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1d1d1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aussie Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6d6d6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;British Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dbdbdb"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canadian Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dfdfdf"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New England Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e4e4e4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e9e9e9"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Southern Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victorian Slang&lt;/strong&gt;: 25%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatslanguagedoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Slanguage Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(link to blogthings.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-114020318702991318?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/114020318702991318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=114020318702991318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/114020318702991318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/114020318702991318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-mostly-friggin-aussie-and-also.html' title='What English slang do I speak?'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-114019973685790584</id><published>2006-02-18T03:01:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:23:00.451+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Summer photo</title><content type='html'>Bleeding cold today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/1024/plant0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/400/plant0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I came across this 5-year-old photo on my disc drive. I took this and a pile of other plant-and-asphalt pics on a particularly torrid day. Philippine greenery never looked so good.&lt;br /&gt;I feel warmer already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-114019973685790584?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/114019973685790584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=114019973685790584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/114019973685790584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/114019973685790584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2006/02/bleeding-cold-today-good-thing-i-came.html' title='Summer photo'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-113976426909592325</id><published>2006-02-13T02:09:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:23:21.428+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Tea plants in Saitama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/1024/IMG_2492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/400/IMG_2492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Guess who's frolicking in the snow?&lt;br /&gt;It's not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-113976426909592325?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/113976426909592325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=113976426909592325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/113976426909592325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/113976426909592325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2006/02/guess-whos-frolicking-in-snow-its-not.html' title='Tea plants in Saitama'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-113976411919459527</id><published>2006-02-13T01:55:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:26:04.787+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ducks everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/400/A-PICT0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have guessed what I would run into while exploring Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon I decided to go find a grocery store that carried cheap cereal bars and nuts. I recalled Ameyoko (アメ横), a silly truncation of 'American' and 'yoko,' which I think means 'side'. Ameyoko is a mesh of alleys stretching between Ueno and Okachimachi stations, crowded with bargain and not-so-bargain shops.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, instead of shopping straightaway, I decided to get some air and walk through the park. And then... whoa!!! I splashed upon an entire population of quacks, in a huge pond, in the middle of the city.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's duck city for them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-113976411919459527?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/113976411919459527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=113976411919459527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/113976411919459527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/113976411919459527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2006/02/ducks-everywhere-i-never-would-have.html' title='Ducks everywhere!'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-112925711465970025</id><published>2005-10-14T00:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:25:48.816+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Letters</title><content type='html'>Did you notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/1024/IMG_2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/400/IMG_2185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter&lt;br /&gt;spring&lt;br /&gt;summer&lt;br /&gt;autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all have 6 letters :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-112925711465970025?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/112925711465970025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=112925711465970025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/112925711465970025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/112925711465970025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2005/10/did-you-notice-winter-spring-summer.html' title='Season Letters'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14946181.post-112269251748554511</id><published>2005-07-31T05:40:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:23:57.957+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Are tomatoes evil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/1600/250px-Tomato2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/320/250px-Tomato2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Red tomato, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Tomato2.jpg"&gt;public domain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated tomatoes. As a child, I had rejected all vegetables, regarding them distasteful, to be eaten only as punishment. My first act of betrayal was when I was 10 years old: at a party, I had a careful helping of some strange spaghetti, not with the usual cheese and meat sauce, but in a light sauce of olive oil, garlic and spices with tomatoes curiously fried whole. The spaghetti lacking meat, I begrudged the host for his inconsideration towards young carnivores. Though I was hungry, I avoided the tomatoes, until halfway though my plate I accidentally bit into one, thereby making the startling discovery that evening: fried tomatoes are scrumptious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have relished the slices of tomato in my salads and hamburgers, and I have enjoyed tomatoes fresh, fried, or as catsup. I have even made it mandatory that my &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=inihaw"&gt;grilled porkchops&lt;/a&gt; be served with sliced tomatoes, to my gastronomical delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/1600/180px-Atropa_bella-donna0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/320/180px-Atropa_bella-donna0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deadly ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ghtsha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;de berries. Photo under the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Atropa_bella-donna0.jpg"&gt;GFDL License&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understandably, there has been a pervasive belief that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomato"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; are evil. The plant belongs to same family as of the &lt;a href="http://www.botany.hawaii.edu/faculty/webb/BOT410/Angiosperm/FlowersFruitsSeedsLabCombo3.htm"&gt;deadly nightshade&lt;/a&gt;, known to be one of the&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deadly_nightshade#Toxicity"&gt; most poisonous herbs&lt;/a&gt;. Introduced by Spain in the 1500's &lt;a href="http://www.epicureantable.com/articles/atomatohis.htm"&gt;from the New World&lt;/a&gt;, people were suspicious of the tomato, considering it poisonous, and even regarding it as the forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden. It was only in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catsup#Early_ketchup_recipes"&gt;18th or 19th century&lt;/a&gt; that tomatoes became popular in households. Its sinister reputation remains till present, with an entire website &lt;a href="http://www.tomatoesareevil.com/"&gt;tomatoesareevil.com&lt;/a&gt; out to warn the world about the deceiving fruit (or is it a vegetable?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/1600/180px-CranFall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1679/1131/320/180px-CranFall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cranach, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:CranFall.jpg"&gt;"The Fall of Man"&lt;/a&gt; 16th century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to understand how some people think that &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=spaghetti%20tomato"&gt;something so good&lt;/a&gt; could be irredeemably evil (although I would prefer to speculate that the author of &lt;a href="http://www.tomatoesareevil.com/"&gt;tomatoesareevil.com&lt;/a&gt; had been traumatized by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080391/"&gt;The Attack of the Killer Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; at a tender age). Fruit or vegetable, the tomato will always be welcome to my digestive tract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aside from deadly nightshade, other &lt;a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/library/1984_July_August/Flower_Power__Poison_in_the_Backyard"&gt;poisonous plants&lt;/a&gt; may be of interest to the reader.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Italian word for tomato, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pomodoro&lt;/span&gt;, sounds like the French &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pomme d'or&lt;/span&gt;, or "apple of gold": a possible allusion to the forbidden fruit of Eden [it may have come from &lt;a href="http://www.eufic.org/it/food/pag/food28/food284.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pomme d'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, "apple of love"].&lt;br /&gt;3. The scientific genus of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomato"&gt;tomato&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lycopersicon&lt;/span&gt;, sounds a bit like the family &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lycosidae&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolf_spider"&gt;wolf spiders&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being 10 years old, I had no idea that the "spaghetti" was actually angel hair pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14946181-112269251748554511?l=tomatocactus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/feeds/112269251748554511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14946181&amp;postID=112269251748554511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/112269251748554511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14946181/posts/default/112269251748554511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomatocactus.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-tomatoes-evil-red-tomato-public.html' title='Are tomatoes evil?'/><author><name>Enkidu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKTeBVjibaQ/TFNxgLRhseI/AAAAAAAACGY/0UAoObTONiw/S220/nagano-face-gray-50px.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
