To my darlings

- To T.M. that in what I am already doing the digestion of the meal, she gives me the good morning from the Hispanias to his punctual, traditional and exquisite way. Incarnation that weighs me.

- To Sokaku that there always obtains that me descojone and whom I want to meet that I do not keep back them. In Madrid, in Tokyo or in Bilbao … but target garments in a tatami and to clean host … and only if he allows me to invite him to two or seven snacks of later.

- To the Lorco because there is a friend of those who know five in this life a bitch, always arranged to everything, beers by means of. And to his saint that I know that it passes occasionally to spend list of romances of which they go out entrelíneas in the posts.

- To the Pachinko, an uncle who dares to define the iPhone as the natural extension of my fingers, who dares to say that I am a despistao, and whom above I like because in addition to having a pachinkillo than taking care and thousand trips that to count, always separates a few grains of the sand clock to drink to our health and to that of all our partners.

- To the Flapy because he would not have bought to me a photos camera of theirs had not seen, and because although we meet of Easters San Pedro, already San Pedro wanted to go of Easters with him as I.

- To Midori that can never see the videos, that has him occasionally to exhibit in the Japanese of the Japanese, that does not give him the life between offices and offices, but that of the jamases you will ever never see her angry. They already wanted the elephants to have the half of big the heart. Here I deliver my check to the bearer at the price of two izakayas, three karaokes and thousand kisses to be received when she wants. And it has funds.

- To Javier I. Sampedro because although it is there, to another side of he laughs at Bilbao in his Hong Kong chorusing the "Vierneeeee" with the Lorco, remembers always to happen to greet. If this was closed, he would have key.

- To Zordor the arramplador, which we have lost before winning him in a spiral gambitera without precedents in the history of the students of the KAI. Of the persons that it was not meeting that more rapid I have confessed my secrets between futsukayois and ramens. His secrets I know myself a few, but I will only say that she is the only person of the world who only eats an onigiri if it comes without seaweed.

- To Quicoto, to whose nick we are still looking for meaning, which the Wordpress of the W one knows to the second one S, that between looking down over the eBay section Photography and looking for three feet to the Lightroom it still extracts exhibition times to the ikublog.

- To Nuria, which taught me what is to have wick lasting porsaquiles, that it faced, with Hideo, the challenge of looking for me clean luxuriant girl, with studies and good family on the condition that the five spend evenings of paella, Ribeiro wine and txakolí in some txokozakaya laughing at the snubs.

- To Winnie, my Helen, who called me nothing more stuck-up to know each other. The life wanted that we were coinciding of more and he has managed them to keep on swarming close, being always in the ladito of my ladito, as it it was in Bilbao and in Zamudio. I owe thousand hugs and a kiss to him mejillero of those of bruise.

- To the Captain, the eternal mounting block of the video of Zipango, as eternal as the payment for paypal that I owe to him. An uncle who has been able to create the whole world that mola about his arcadia, which gave me a T-shirt carves ship sail and made the crusade his gatostiabilítica. The posts reguleros it would be less without his counterattacks.

- CristoMc, which has name of the DJ of the Vatican, which managed, finally, to be the first one in commenting by force of giving to him to the keys whenever a post was going out, but not for it stopped being done by it.

- To the Sun that has made the routine his of watching that the Nere, the Lorco and a servant is followed by us alive and wriggling, some more than others, for the this country where his nick puts the first one out.

- To Totoro of the one that I have aimed in a notebook that is more macramé, which is more “a rustic romantic”, who is more of blood sausage with tomato … we go, that I know it a little "more" with every comment and that mola. Also I have his name beaten with postit in a banana case, because it has been gained.

– To Dat, my rose of Bilbao, my distant premium of another side of the email, my clothes of overcoat against the cold work, one of three persons that I feel that they understand me almost better than I myself when it is a question of extracting to stretch the marrow. Toothache, bread of rye.

- To Mexiñol, to which I always look for accents that it never leaves of the first part of his name in the comments. He says that he was born and grew in Spain, but I hope some day to share a few beers where it is naturalized.

- To Itarianjin, passing countryman who extracted ticket it does very little, but that refuses to tread on the platform again and has become strong in the car of behind, but in a window seat, of course, to be I commit an outrage against the stops, which if it is San Mamés or Avigliana, in those if that bends.

- To Toxo that came with me to the ceremony of the tea without me to know it and that, without her to know it, has sweetened to me many mornings on having left the word to me "prettily" inside the coffee.

- To Cosarara that I always surprise being fixed in the rare things of the posts, which it starts drawing and there is no the one who stops it, that judging by when he writes to me, lives at rare hours.

- To Memoriadepez that not if he will remember of returning to Capoeira, but rarely two days spend without his news …: will it be that it has written “Uncle Coarse” in a postit in the icebox?

To the gentlemen who are dropped and have the detail of greeting, to all those who some day were walked by the ikuplaya and remembered to tread a little more loudly and this way to leave his trace to the bargeman of the levee that passes every morning, coffee in hand, to cover one one to one, to all my dear commentators …

　

The ochazuke

Another day I spent for my everything to hundred and arramplé bagpipes that you are going to remain amoqueros, but as it needs of certain preparatory assembly, this post already threw you another day …

Today is pensao that after the piece of invention of the furikake, is necessary to have to good to show to his eminences the variant sopil:

The ochazuke!
お茶づけ

Let's put that in one of these we come to house with more cold in the shins that one trumpets Findus and what we want is to enter rapidly heat with a sopica. Since not to worry that every pensao is!!!

1 - We take one on of the yellow ones and read the instructions (you, that I already know them to myself, not you jiba):

2 - We throw a rice cancarro as it goes out of the cocearroces and vacíamos the content of especially superficially to the crazy thing humming a nice little tune because the occasion well deserves it:

Mestoy quitandooooo, only me pongoooo envé in cuandooooo.

… I am looking for the doctó paquemedé the recetaaaaaaa.

3 - We go away to the calientaguas and touch the button expeledor until the agüica covers the miscellany ochazukearrocera:

4 - We absorb the fingers with the sopica of rice that is better than good and it is preparao in a titá!!

Reflection parlapuñaica on your blog Ikusuki

The world of the blogs is a fuss of the pyx. It seems that the same happens to all: one starts by writing for the friends and in the end we finish with the ego for the clouds trying to be the guru that everything knows it. I am still surprised when I see posts reguleros copied literally of the wikipedia, or round atrocities that are only blusters or lies cancamuseras in order to feed the legend that has been created, and believed, on them. And that when we do not center the blog in simply attacking and on discrediting to other blogs, which it seems that this is a competition for there sees the one who takes the biggest number of comments, certainly that it seems that it is what I am doing right now with this post and nothing further of Albacete.

I believe that this goes for phases. Or I have gone for phases. At first only you see that the people that you meet of your real life there are those who read to you and write to you something, after time in when there appears someone that you do not know and is strange, although it does illusion. Suddenly the scales are destabilized and there are already an immense majority those that you do not know from which they have come that they turn in habitual, while, sadly, those of the beginning seem to forget one. Now I think that insurance that to know that he reads to you more people also do that you write otherwise, I suppose that one thinks that it has a mission, that it is necessary to expire with all these people and the tone is already not so nearby perhaps for shame, or what I know.

I have gone for phases insurance, now I see it:

- I had my phase of wiggle where it was putting the elefantito there me and I wrote posts thinking about the guay that would be that thousands of persons knew that I existed and of step I hope I was selling some T-shirt more. One happened to me soon, as soon as I was wiggled by a pair of posts where the people who did not know of nothing were starting giving birth without, skylight, to know each other me of nothing.

- I had my phase of the binnacles, where it was putting the iconico of voting and was trying to give publicity to the matter to see if there, that it seems that there is much more respect, the ikublog was triumphing. This phase me lasted enough and roof touched with that thing about the awards, that I remained a finalist with the extra drop of the video of the gatostiable with which I laughed more than anybody, badly that him despite some siesos tocahuevos that for some reason took the this foolery as something more. This phase ended up by passing to me also and I do not believe that it does anything for the award of this year, whole, it had won or not I was going to remain equal.

- I happened for the phase of the ikuagobio, where everything what had to do with the blog was giving me an incredible indolence because it was looking alike an unnecessary and very frustrating torture to have to write every day, let's say that it was not compensating me, sense did not see him. This phase was much motivated by a pair of types that came to give for the sack and to hurt …, it gives me anger to confess that they obtained it, now when one and not more, Santo Tomás. Thanks to the Daibutsu, one happened to me very quickly also and also left me with vaccine against the short ones of sights but lengths of language.

- Now I have the phase of there take care of you, and I believe that it me is going to last very much because it me goes better. Mainly I write what I want without looking at the number of comments or of visits, only I guide myself for myself, tell what I want to tell in this moment that usually defines enough good how it is me who feels. This way, if I reread the January posts, for example, I will re-live through the bad thing that I spent it with the winter that had me on the verge of weeping of sorrow for half of the nights, and it is not important for me too much that I was understood or not by thousand persons who come to read to me because this, after all, is more my newspaper than another thing. A post as that of yesterday is unthinkable that it triumphs in wiggle me or generate many comments, but not for it I am going to stop writing it because for me there costs a million times more than any of the reguleros.

Eye, let's not think that you do not matter to me because it is not like that. I reread the comments repeatedly, answer them whenever I can and with some of you I have very good friendship, although it has not seen you in my life. Let's say that it does not matter to me quantitatively what is generated after a post writes, or in other words: that raise or lower the numerical ones. Because if I compare myself qualitatively what one meets in other blogs, I am a privileged one that won them for heavy defeat.

Or said like a grandmother, who is to what I was going: you are a few suns like fat persons cathedrals.

And if not, you will say to me how it is possible to feel one after reading the email that they ordered me another day:

If one of my friends should to the North Pole to live, it would tell me the things that
it is you who count. Because what your blog transmits is a humanity, uncle you have a human blog. This friend if it would tell me that a lady is sad for a friend, a history of a beggar, a smile in the ceremony of you, hanging umbrella, wooden small houses, maidens of high flights, early risers karatekas frozen, masajeadores of back, Chinese band on the meal, bicipolis with stick, indecent rustles, fast trains with sticker of beginner, nieces pizpiretas, cockroaches and lizards with less tail than the donuts shop, grumblers with the ribs incadas in his pride, 7 photos for a house, lazy futons and pillows to be embraced, plush with bundle in struggle against ninjas usb in the battle of the 47 ronin …

In the bank where the old man towards green origami, you got excited drinking a pepsi flavor black belt, a tippler loved you, Zalla excused you and the world knew your T-shirts.

Thanks for leaving these sheets in your office.

Where is Uncle Coarse?
living

There it is not at all …

Enoshima

Enoshima is the heat of your hand, the freshness of your voice. Your flattened nose, your eyes of fiction, your infinite hair. The things that you confessed to me, what we stay without saying to ourselves.

Your gesture of shame, your feigned shame, your shamelessness. The rustle of your gait, the wind of your smile, the flavor of your breath.

Your absent-minded memories, your face of thinking, your lips of being quiet. The spot of your cheek, the jeans in your waist, your navy blue purse.

The soft of your tact, your hidden hugs, your breast in my breast, your legs in my legs.

Your red and gray necklace, the torture of your neckline, the cowardice of my hands, the valor of your mouth.

The kisses that you gave me.

Those that you left to me to duty.

IkuFlapy in the world

Tito Fla that if it remains calm two weeks continued in the same country the same brings in a reconcome, orders us postcards as that of the Fraguel giving us more envy that another little. Of course, showing healthiness gambitera somewhere near where it happens, because another thing will not be the uncle, but jedi gambitero …: for the entire world!

Coarse Yepa! Here I send to you some photos that I did with the IkuEki in the Brugal factory in Port Silver (Dominican Republic) to myself. I hope we meet, that I have a regalito for you

In the Brugal factory! I do not say to you any more that then tó you know it!

(… that I have desire of drinking this regalito …)

Inside photos!

Inside map!

To see map in fokik

And to celebrate tamaña it conquers and of step that the winter has gone away to parla, Bea and I have decided that five following T-shirts for that the IkuEki they should ask themselves of so much of boy as of girl there costs 5 Euracos less, that is to say, that …

to 15€ each one!! wing!

5 4 T-shirts stay

Him do not pay attention to the cartelico of the web that puts 20, which is that it gives me indolence to change it, me pay attention to me!

The building Toyotires

There are weeks in which I come five days to be employed to the office at bike, it is not the normal thing because if I go to Karate I have to take a train because it catches me far, so the bike sleeps in the office and I return with her on the following day that Capoeira touches. We go, that I begin every Monday with many happiness and when Friday is coming I raise the slopes three times more slowly because my legs do not go a long way any more.

Yesterday, that was a Monday, was one day of those of going rapidly, and it coincided that I put myself the pants of many pockets. This fact is important, an eye, because if I take these pants, I get the small photos camera there in a leg and I feel like taking photos to everything what I am for the way.

It was stopped in a semaphore opposite the this building of the letters Toyotires when I felt like taking a photo of him. It is a building of these of thousand housings with the front full of balconies that more looks like a beehive that a house, not porqué is the image that I have of Benidorm and that that I have never been. The letters that he was saying are above completely and it puts “Toyotires“, that I suppose that there will be wheels made by Toyota, but that equal it has not anything in common. They are ancient, of that they are not already seen that when they are illuminated in the night it seems that we are ten years behind.

Well, it was taking photos from the verge of the highway making use of the break of the semaphore when someone speaks to me from the sidewalk, I turn myself and he was a gentleman major enough who was taking a curious baseball cap:

- To what are you extracting? - he says to me smiling
- Ah, to the building that one big of the publicity letters
- Then do you already know the history?
- Eh, not, it does not even design
- Since it turns out that this building is that of housings of this more ancient style of Shinagawa, that it has more than 50 years and that they it go to derruir to construct the new one. If you notice, there are two blocks of hundred apartments each one: do you see them?, there are ten balconies high for ten wide one to every side.
- It walks, it is true, since it did not have does not even design
- If, since they have already said to them that they have to evict and almost nobody stays living, the whole world has already moved. That's why I have seen you doing photos and have thought that you knew that they were going to throw it and that you wanted to have a memory. Notice that almost there are no stretched clothes, only in a few balconies.
- It is true! so, he did not know anything, but it looks like to me a curious topcoat for the letters and that's why …
- Since less evil that you have extracted, because soon we will not see it never again
- If, less evil, coincidence goes …
- Oh, he excuses, I am entertaining you and the semaphore is already in green
- Not not, not not at all at all, it has seemed very interesting to me, thank you very much
- Of nothing, it sees carefully

And I think that it is an apartment house without much ado, that the history is not anything of another world either but that I have lived through a moment so of daily, so common life, that it turned out to be gratifying to me precisely that's why, for the ordinary thing. Because the man did not ask me from which it was coming, that was not even doing in his country, where he nor was living … only wanted to tell me the history of the building of Toyotires.

Toilet with firemen's hose

I have to put this one, the post is regulero like him only, of these of copying with the minimal effort what has done other and staying like an impudent. Sight that did not have pensao to re-affect in regulerías, but the fact is that I go crying of laugh like ten minutes … mother of the beautiful love …

It is a video of a program of the TV in which the people ask for things and they, if the venada beats them, they do it. In this case a gachó asked what would happen if there was changing the this steady flow of the Japanese baths that the lower one cleans to you for a hose of a firemen's truck, and to Nara that went to do the experiment to themselves in the middle of a raised area!!!

My mother, I cannot stop laughing yet. eye to the celebration of the pet of Nara that becomes quite satisfied of 13 reached meters!!!

The remote control of the bath it is to me recordao to the one that has Rodri in his new house, I hope that the pressure should be a little minor, that as him of to the button the same appears in Kyoto!!!

There the making of goes:

Source: Japan Probe (to change)
Used time: 15 minutes laughing, and neither in this nor four write
Reguleranking: let's give him only 3 that the video is the best!!!

The Roda

Every time I like going more to the classes of Capoeira, little by little I am taking a bit more of agility and some movement goes out already for me without having than to be thinking it too much. I keep on moving less than it should, heredity of the Karate, scarcely I know a pair of names of blows, have not learned any song and the somersaults, which it is perhaps what more we do, go out for me better although I keep on doing a lot of noise on having finished. But I realize well that is a time question, I know that I can do it much better and only need to train and train … and pass everything well that I spend it to myself between averages!!

In Karate I see how is life much more free, topcoat at the time of doing combats, it is difficult to me to move me much less and I make it more rapid enough. We will see if this has some effect in the competition of the next month, but I am already much more that satisfied of something has begun making completely different that complements it, I believe that it has been a very good decision that is already yielding his fruits.

Bua, goes roll of small grasshopper I have released … and I that what wanted age to put a video of my partners doing Roda!!!

We go to it: this is a question of doing to itself not too wide circle inside which two participants do Capoeira to the rhythm of the music. Rarely there is contact, it touches but it does not stick and the stunts are to the agenda being important not to leave of the circle. In our classes we always do one at least, and although they begin two, anyone can enter in any moment doing that one goes out and continuing the combat. I have already begun entering occasionally although I cannot do too many things, but it is clear that this goes of practising and if it is not done, is not advanced.

I recorded this video another day, there are two of my partners doing Roda in the academy of magome, which is very close to my house:

Today it touches class again, but as to the evening I am going to go to Miguel's concert in Shimokitazawa, I have thought of going to the class of the midday. Advantages of working from house!

Throwing the old chair

Do not believe that only the Zordor and the Lorco are arramplao things of my office, that the one that sets off and distributes takes the best part and I is montao a tinglao worth seeing calmly, small managers' position, I lack hands to control everything: I lack hands!!

This way to start is teletransportao such which my table of the office to house, cajonera and chair of included wheels, and skylight was exceeding me what it already had … but eye that here the things cannot throw to themselves so cheerfully, it is necessary to pay so that they take them, and it has his that one and his queseyó to bear in mind.

To start, you have to call to the district to which you belong to say to them that you have something to pull and they say to you what sticker you have to buy depending on what is and of the big thing that it is. Also they ask you about direction and phone, and tell you the day in which they will happen for your house to arramplarlo.

Later you have to go away to a combini of the area to buy the pegata, eye that does not cost anyone, it has to be inside the same district … I went away to the one that is close to the office and the lady, who is a companion and knows that I do not live here, said to me that it was not giving it to me, that it was not costing (also he said to me that since it was that I was taking some you cost of discount that they had, jaja, that it crushes is this one also!)

So you buy the pegata, you put your name and you plant it to the element on question after writing also your direction. This one has to extract the date of commission of crime before eight o'clock in the morning at the edge of house, trying that I did not hinder very much, and already if that they take it if misters personnel have to good dustpans of foreign obstacles.

In my house there is already a chair really, and her this thing that had a wharf or something that one was fixing to me in the right leg to which it was turning me!

There it goes what they threw another day next to the ofi:

good weekend!! besicos!

The furikake

This that sounds snub is not not any more not less than a zurpia to throw him to the rice and to give him anything of saborcillo instead of eating up it pelao. Basically there are a few grits of something dried off and they are of different flavors, like the one that occupies to us today, my dear readership luneros, that belonged to pescadico:

I that at first when I bought to myself the machine of doing rice I thought that it was going to use it three times, it turns out that now if not me like a perolo every day, I am not a person … as it is so easy to prepare and the pot keeps it warm to you, there is always rice ready to eat in the ikuhogar!

Normally I cook myself something a little more prepared to take to the office (I already have left a few days), but if we walk hastily, we pull of sobrecico of furikake and ale, to run!

They sell this in all the sides where he has eaten: combinis, all, súpermercados … and it does not come to hundred badly to have a pair of envelopes got into the closet as if it comes an evening of laziness with famine. Eye, it is not any delicacy, but it is necessary to admit that it gives vidilla to the arrocico.

The KarAtillo

In Karate only there are two showers for tons of people that we go to the classes, so what we usually do is to go away without taking a shower and then to give us such a typical bath of the Japanese at home before sleeping. I confess that this winter in the dojo I have taken a shower four times, because I freeze of cold and my sly house surrounds enough.

There are many, also, who live in the same quarter, so they go down house with the suit either position and a jacket superficially to pretend. Others bring it in the first bag that they are and today there has been one that has brought there in plan his bundle:

Since it is echao to the shoulder and for house that exists tirao, it has seemed brilliant to me!

Bonyushu in concert

Last Thursday Miguel invited me to the concert that was meeting on his group Bonyushu in the room CCO in Shimokitazawa, and I was pleased, clear, that also there signed up Michiko and his mother and everything.

It is always a pleasure to see them live and I feel certain pride seeing him there in front of the microphone speaking and joking in this Japanese that to me me sounds so well. Sometimes I think that if one is already capable of doing pleasantries in Japanese, it is that it controls itself already as it is necessary to dominate and judging by the guffaws of the people, this gentleman obtains it although I catch not even the half.

I listened to good music, good songs sung in Spanish and Japanese by a friend in the best of the ambiences, took photos, recorded videos and drank beer in good company … it would be arrogant to ask him more to a party.

Bonyushu is:

Miguel

Ban

Toko Chii

And once again, they were provided with the collaboration to the percussion of

Masakazu Tangiku

The last time that I was I recorded practically the whole concert, but the card of memory broke and there was no way of recovering them. This one time I have applied the story to myself and have kept them as I pray in cloth, which this cannot spend again.

Bonyushu in concert for ikusuki in the this Vimeo.

Miguel, already I am waiting for the following one!