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Semi-Pro= Semi-Famous?

So yesterday, while productive, was actually rather dull--I went to two events, neither of which were terribly inspiring and hence no post (one was about these little weird fried fish that some school children ate for lunch if that gives you an idea of the strength of the news that day...)

Today was more interesting and just to change up the format of my posts I'm going to give you a time-specific blow-by-blow.

10am: I arrive promptly at the office. It is mostly deserted as usual. I sit down at my desk and putz about

11am: Still putzing. I have since printed out a recipe for pound cake I might make for my host family and gotten online access to the Chicago Tribune from my mom.

11:40am: Decided to start looking at courses for next fall instead. Frontiers and Controversies in Modern Astrophysics, The Young Adult Dystopian Novel, and Bioethics and Law sound interesting. I make a note on my calendar and also realize that 8am breakfast feels like a long time ago.

12pm: I (finally) head out with a reporter from the sports section, Mr Sugiyama, and we drive to the baseball stadium where the local minor league, the Ishikawa Million Stars, are having practice. I meet most of the foreign athletes (see facebook status about how slightly awkward THAT was) and then get to briefly interview one of their pitchers, Ken Nishimura, who was a pro pitcher until he hurt his elbow.

2-ishpm: Lunch. Ramen. Enough said.

3pm: Return to the office. I write up a little bit about the interview along with some commentary about the differences between American and Japanese baseball, at least in terms of how fans act during games.

3:15pm: I realize that my article on curio was printed and it's HUGE.

5pm: I'm let out early for once and hardly know what to do with myself.

6:59pm: Get a call that I have to be in early tomorrow morning. That explains why I was let out early today.

7pm: Out to dinner at PariMila, a French/Italian fusion (ish) restaurant with Nick.

And that's basically my day in a nutshell. More putzing today than usual, but fairly normal.


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