<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 02:14:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>UPSTAIRS FOR THINKING</title><description>ALL THE WAY FROM TOKYO</description><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3698352032141054285</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T12:52:37.214+09:00</atom:updated><title>The wall</title><atom:summary type='text'>Great escapes. Stasi files revisited. Life is a yawn. Sixty hours of terror: Mumbai. The philosophy of journalism.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/11/wall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-877607783953595047</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T13:54:05.730+09:00</atom:updated><title>Back in Business</title><atom:summary type='text'>Been a while. A few interesting reads as follows... An epidemic of fear: the vaccination debate. Are liberals smarter than conservatives? The revolutions of 1989. Dying languages. Bobby Fischer: genius and idiot. Monsters and the moral imagination. Battle of Agincourt revisited.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-in-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1562752151426770509</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T12:03:51.609+09:00</atom:updated><title>Moa</title><atom:summary type='text'>Moa, a mythical magazine that was not eaten by the Maori in New Zealand because it never really existed in the first place.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/07/moa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-6710179884704641671</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T11:58:14.631+09:00</atom:updated><title>The Beop</title><atom:summary type='text'>The beop has landed. Tokyo vs the crows. Drunk people yoga positions.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/07/beop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-7603189804245999014</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-07T12:44:57.050+09:00</atom:updated><title>"I Pee" Checks</title><atom:summary type='text'>Debito Arudou discusses an invasive new tactic that is being carried out by police in Japan: an "I Pee" check. For a helpful outline of your rights, see his What To Do If column...</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-pee-checks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-2261456877973247978</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 14:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T23:13:52.090+09:00</atom:updated><title>Remaking Kids Art</title><atom:summary type='text'>This is amazing: A South Korean artist who takes a painting that has been done by a child and re-creates them in a photo.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/06/remaking-kids-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCCNMQ-NQcg/SjpLQ3JGeNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Wa55dy9x1Ac/s72-c/wonderland_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-5787997623328801316</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T11:08:16.898+09:00</atom:updated><title>Sakura revisited</title><atom:summary type='text'>Nakameguro in bloom (via Jean Snow). Jeremy Clarkson puts the boot into Honda's new hybrid Insight, a car so Biblically terrible he considered driving it into a tree on purpose. The world's best illusion, really! 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Most hated font type. Susan Boylemania. Dancing parrots. Attribution lacking. Music as torture condemned. The neuroscience of illusion.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1320046172950933792</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T21:07:52.404+09:00</atom:updated><title>The returner</title><atom:summary type='text'>After a long period of self-imposed exile, I return to Hanoi on Friday for the much-vaunted MAG Music Festival on Saturday. Should be a riot. Not literally, Mr Boy in Green. That's Billy Bragg speak for "life is beautiful." Looking forward to catching up with some older friends over a bia hoi and plate of dau ran. Links of note: Baby brainwashing. Facebook of world leaders.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/04/returner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3763289086583452977</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T19:16:33.510+09:00</atom:updated><title>With a Cherry on Top</title><atom:summary type='text'>Well the cherry blossoms are officially in full bloom, and I've been able to spend a bit of time outdoors over the past two weeks instead of being couped up in front of the computer. Thanks to all those who came down to the THREE G (vol.4) at the end of last month, and especially to DJ Ken Frowning, who came up from Osaka and made the gig all the more worth while. 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Small talk in the Stone Age.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/03/paper-chase.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1053352223363785816</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T00:32:34.430+09:00</atom:updated><title>Taking His Medicine</title><atom:summary type='text'>The rumour mill has been going into overdrive today following the release of footage that shows Japanese Finance Minister Shoichi Nakagawa looking decidedly worse for wear in front of reporters at a G7 press conference over the weekend. Some claim Nakagawa was in fact drunk at the event (and he was seen drinking at least one glass of wine before speaking), but the minister defended his behaviour </atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-his-medicine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1464415384299709898</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-15T12:00:26.912+09:00</atom:updated><title>The Two Sides of Joaquin Phoenix</title><atom:summary type='text'>Is this what hip-hop can do to a man? Joaquin Phoenix on Letterman. Three years earlier.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-sides-of-joaquin-phoenix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-4763630203640551670</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-15T11:09:01.911+09:00</atom:updated><title>It's All Fun &amp; Games Until Someone Gets Hurt</title><atom:summary type='text'>How old are you? Why do young male writers love icky, tough guy deadbeats? Cheating death. Missed the train?</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-fun-games-until-someone-gets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-4619507576826618341</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T21:03:17.438+09:00</atom:updated><title>The Impossible House Guest</title><atom:summary type='text'>How NOT to write a novel. How much do you know about Edgar Allan Poe? He smashed the china, soiled the sheets, sunbathed nude and was either drunk or stoned -- Arthur Rimbaud was an impossible house guest. The mind behind procrastination. The day newspapers died.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/impossible-house-guest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-4326086533354032359</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 11:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-19T21:21:25.589+09:00</atom:updated><title>Ask Snowy</title><atom:summary type='text'>Of course Tintin's gay. Ask Snowy. Who checks the spell-checkers? She stole his heart so he gave her his kidney. And now they're getting divorced, he wants it back.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/ask-snowy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3317954618590196741</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-16T07:53:23.895+09:00</atom:updated><title>Be Seeing You</title><atom:summary type='text'>Patrick McGoohan is dead at 80. Number Six, be seeing you...From The Guardian: "Patrick McGoohan's finest moment, for which he deserves to be remembered as long as people are watching moving images on little boxes, was undoubtedly 'The Prisoner' – the psychedelically experimental late-1960s series whose influence is still tangible, but whose vision was far too radical for its time. 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Entrance is a paltry Y1,500 (with one free drink), so it's not going to blow your New Year budget. </atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-g.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCCNMQ-NQcg/SWGCMkbMG3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/HIOUrukgs5Q/s72-c/3g.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3605401046174347740</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T11:28:28.916+09:00</atom:updated><title>License to Grill</title><atom:summary type='text'>Burger King perfume (pour hommes, presumably). End of the road for VHS. The man responsible for helping President-elect Barack Obama to write history.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/license-to-grill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3890975467835026627</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T01:30:45.193+09:00</atom:updated><title>The Great Escape</title><atom:summary type='text'>In Camp No. 14, the North Korean political prison where Shin Dong-hyuk was born and where he says he watched the hanging of his mother, inmates never saw a picture of Kim Jong Il. Why publishers fail. When writers fail. Jezebels with a Cause.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-escape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-671985717672193664</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-02T08:09:23.515+09:00</atom:updated><title>Six and the Cities (a NZ joke)</title><atom:summary type='text'>Think of sex addiction on a par with tennis addiction - except only one of them sells books. The Bad Sex Award. Everything you need to know about Hitler's missing testicle. Britain on top in casual sex league. From ancient Pompeiian baths to modern Swiss spas, there's always been something dirty about getting clean. 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The Ubiquitous Child Trap: Over-parenting.</atom:summary><link>http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-see-red-they-see-red.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (elliott)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-4360192433767834318</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T12:21:19.118+09:00</atom:updated><title>When Animals Attack</title><atom:summary type='text'>Oslo sent me an educational link that offers an excellent primer on what to do if you ever encounter a rhino that has escaped from a zoo. I can't guarantee, however, that such tactics would work equally well in a dark alley. 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