So, it's been a while, my camera's clogged with all sorts of juicy pictures, time to slap a few up here for the amusement of friends, family, and internet strangers. What fun!
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This is our building... |
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...the Cybermedia Center! |
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This is the plaza where we hold BBQs and such. I really like the name... |
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The outer lobby/common area. The pumpkin helps scare away the Baba Yaga. |
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The hallway to Takemura lab! Our doors are the first two on the right |
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Our neat and tidy lab space |
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If you can dream it, we can cobble something together that'll remind you of it. |
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Pay no attention to the experiments behind the curtain |
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The other students call this one the "Time-Wasting Room" |
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This is my own personal desk. Complete with trusty Ginger Ale |
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Vitally important to student morale |
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This is the bike parking lot outside our building. Bikes are kind of a thing here. |
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Odd sense of nostalgia with this one... |
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This is my own trusty, one-speed bike. It's not so fancy, but it gets the job done. |
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The drugstore by our house; think CVS, with less food. |
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Across the street, the grocery store. Savior of starving college students. |
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At least with all the clouds... |
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...you can still get some beautiful views. |
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But no matter where you go, the mountains are always watching. |
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These next few pictures are all taken from a little trip I took into Osaka to visit a WWII museum. To see a conflict like this from another side can only be described as eye-opening.
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That bundle on the far left is a child. |
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Another statue by the entrance |
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This was hanging up by the door in the first room. Responsibility like this is a rare thing these days. |
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This is downtown Osaka after the air raids. |
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Pictures from those who survived the firebombings |
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Objects recovered, now burnt beyond recognition. |
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This was the red draft notice. Failure to comply was seen as treason. |
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This was the average citizen's bomb shelter. It offered hardly any protection, and burnt easily. |
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Items recovered from Hiroshima. |
I stopped taking pictures after this. My camera's loud beeps and shutter clicks seemed almost disrespectful.
To finish things off and completely destroy the mood, here's a few signs I saw on my travels:
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"...seems legit." |
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Do not stand in front of the doors, the rhinos will not stop for you. |
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In emergencies, feel free to sic your hired muscle on the door so you don't miss your train. |
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You are a giraffe. You cannot use a phone. Just give it up already. |
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Phones, lunchboxes, and eucalyptus branches not allowed on the luggage shelf | . |
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