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I have always wanted my own personal robot and several years ago there was a robot in particular that I desperately wanted. This robot was made by the Asahi beer brewery and would pull a frosty mug from its chest, open you a cold Asahi beer, pour it, and present it with a cheery Japanese salute. Asahi makes my nose stuffy for reasons that I don't yet understand (although I love Osaka where Asahi was originally from), so I never bought the two hundred or so cases needed just to qualify for the lottery. A robot pouring Sapporo beer – now that is something I would get involved with. Even better than that, a joint venture with Japan Rail to provide a Sapporo beer pouring penguin robot. I just mailed one month’s worth of Sapporo cans back to New York as a status report, snapshot, and souvenir of my time in Takinogawa, but I may need them back if the contest begins, or if Sapporo begins a point card loyalty and reward program. What did airport security think when they saw the X-ray of the shipping box filled with empty beer cans and what would I really feel when confronted with a machine that willingly disembowels itself and offers you its innards with a smile?

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In Tokyo we are now into the somber business of fall. Tonight in New York you are wearing masks and dressed as ghosts and rotting zombies. I can’t imagine the International Date Line that separates us. On a map it is sharp, like the folds of a well-made paper airplane. I try to see it cut through the water, yet it blends into the surroundings and submerges deep into an undersea world populated by glowing creatures with fangs, visibly pulsing innards, and fantastically ugly faces.