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Leap Day 2020 · 29 February 2020



I was almost done posting my blog post for this week when I realized something amazing. I was going to post something on Leap Day.


I know that Leap Day is not anything special in the whole scheme of things. After all, it does come around every four years. But I know that it does not come around all the time when I am about to post something. True, the something I was going to post was not necessarily that special (yes, still trying to become mediocre), but it is a fun piece. At least it was fun writing it. So imagine my angst as I decided at the last minute to post something completely different.


(Okay. It was not angst. Even though I did decide just before I posted the original blog post. But I like the word. ANGST. It is a funny looking word. One vowel followed by four consonants. And unlike many words in English (or any language for that matter), you pronounce all its letters.)


At any rate.


I figured that Leap Day was special enough that I had to write something about it. Yes, it comes up every fourth year. Yes, it used to be a day when it was acceptable for women to propose marriage to men. (I think it is acceptable for that any time anymore.) Yes, people are still born on that day. Which is actually amazing.


Believe it or not, I have known several people who were born on Leap Day. It is interesting because people always ask those people the same question. When do you celebrate your birthday in non-leap years? February 28th? Or March 1st? Inevitably, the people answer, whichever is more convenient. Which makes sense. But of course, somebody always needs to argue that those people ought to celebrate their birthdays on March 1. After all, that is the day following February 28. Right? And should you not celebrate your birthday on the day of, not the day before your birthday? Ah, the debate rages on. Still, people would argue that it does not matter when you celebrate anybody’s birthday, why should somebody born on Leap Day be any different.


The other fun thing that people born on Leap Day get to claim is that they are only one-quarter of their age. After all, the day on which they were born has only shown up one-fourth of the time of the number of years they have been alive. So sixteen-year olds who were born on Leap Day could use the excuse that they act immature because their birthdays have only come around four times, so they are really only four. Which means that in reality, they are really mature for their age. After all, being four and acting like a sixteen-year old is really mature, right?


Well, I will not belabor Leap Day any more. Nor will I make a lame dad joke about having to act like a frog and hop around all day because it is Leap Day. But I will say that I tend to like the uniqueness of Leap Day. It is pretty cool that people figured out that adding an extra day to the calendar every four years, makes the cycle of going around the sun turn out pretty close to the same every year. And it is pretty cool that some special people get to claim to be one-fourth of their age. And, of course, it is pretty cool that I was able to post my blog on Leap Day 2020.

© 2020 Michael T. Miyoshi

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Naps and Permanent Markers · 22 February 2020



Technology is amazing. Nowadays, you do not need a permanent marker when your friends take naps.


I do not know that I have done it, but there is always that temptation to do a little doodling when somebody is taking a nap in a public place. You just want to grab the Sharpie and put a mustache under your sister’s nose when she is sleeping on the couch while “watching” a movie. Or maybe you want to make your brother pay for the last time he teased you mercilessly so you put hearts and flowers on his manly cheeks. Of course, when you grab that permanent marker, you take your own life in your hands. Especially if your napping friend or relative is a light sleeper. Or vengeful.


Not that I would know. I have not succumbed to that particular temptation of doodling on people’s faces. However, nowadays you do not need a permanent marker and you can still publicly humiliate your friends and relatives on the internet. There is an app for that. All you need to do is take a picture, modify it with the app, post it on social media, and voilà, instant humiliation. Or stardom. Or something like that.


I ought to know. I have fallen victim to such an app.


Actually, I do not think of myself as a victim. Whenever anybody ridicules me or makes fun of me, I just think to myself, “Somebody loves me.” Or at the very least, I think that somebody is paying a little attention to me. Either way, I think of whatever attention I get as a form of love.


By the way, we all know that the internet is permanent. More permanent than those permanent markers used to be. So when you get a picture modifying app, make sure your relatives and friends can handle the exposure you are planning on giving them. (Did you catch the photography humor? I know. Not very funny when you need to point it out.) And be ready for payback. Unless your friends have old phones. Or are tech unsavvy.


One last thought. There must be some sort of etiquette to making fun of your friends with these graffiti apps. Or even with permanent markers. I tend to think that if a person is napping on the couch or some other public place, then they are in the playing field. Then again, I am not usually the one using the apps, I am usually the one taking the naps.


So next time you are napping in a public place, remember that there are people watching. And that with today’s technology, they do not need permanent markers. Although, there is great joy when people see somebody’s new mustache you drew.

© 2020 Michael T. Miyoshi

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I Hate Being Sick · 15 February 2020



Clinical Thermometer
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I hate being sick. Especially, with a fever.


I left school one day recently being cold. Icy cold. I had put on my jacket somewhere after the middle of the day and never took it off until I got home. I did not think that I had a fever until somewhere in the middle of an after school meeting. But when I got home, the thermometer said I had a fever. Mild but still a fever. And enough to make me feel as cold as ice.


I was actually going to write about being sick while I was sick, but I was not necessarily thinking straight. In fact, I did not do anything for four days while I was nursing that fever. It went up and down just a bit, and then, it finally went away. Not quite time to hoot and holler though. I still felt a bit out of it and a bit weak.


I suppose there can be a silver lining to anything. My silver lining is that I did not need to commute through the mess that is caused by a single road closure near my destination. That one road closure bottles up everything and makes traffic a nightmare. I guess that happens when you close up half of the ways in and out of town.


Well, that is about it. My brain still needs to start working again as I get ready for normalcy. Whatever that means. I hate being sick.

© 2020 Michael T. Miyoshi

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