Ron Gifford's (boringly titled) Blog

If you ever read any of my old IBJ columns, or have had any exposure to my sense of humor, you had to know that it was only a matter of time before I went haiku on you.  After all, how could I possibly go to Japan, write a blog, and not at some point invoke the literary cliche and mangle a beautiful form of ancient poetry?

So with just a few minutes of internet time left here before heading off to Narita, I thought I'd capture a few moments from our trip in the traditional three metrical phrases of 5, 7, and 5 moras or on (syllables, in English).

China, then Japan;

New friends, ideas, prospects.

Mission: successful.

Always moving, he

Goes from meeting to meeting:

it's my man Mitch-san.

"One in a million."
Special here, but not so much
When you're in China.

 

Language barriers

can fall with patient efforts.

Translators help, too.

 

Eating adventures:

New tastes, smells and textures; but --

Food should not move, right?

 

Standing in gift shop,

calculating exchange rate.

Gotta yen for that?

 

Twelve days on the road.

Good reason to come home now:

No clean underwear.

We are wheels up from Narita in about 4 hours; should be on the ground in Indianapolis at 6:30 Wednesday night.  See you all then.