Japanese noodles and a movie

Yesterday evening we had a nice little supper consisting of a Japanese noodle snack and toast. Let me tell you, there’s nothing better than eating that artifical stuff when putting in about half of this:


This poisonous looking paste is probably the world’s best way to enhance otherwise rather bland meals. It’s hot for a few seconds, makes you shed a few tears, but then it’s all gone and you’re ready for the next bite. I mean, think about it. There’s chili, but it makes your mouth burn like an arsonist’s playground. No taste after that harm is done. But Wasabi, it’s like an illusion: Now you see me, now you don’t! Perfect.

Later on we went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Although critized by some as rather contrived, I think it’s a really interesting movie. Jim Carrey does it quite well, and I think Kate Winslet is now on the way of mastering her accent. Charly Kaufmann is definitely out of this world, and he does have an affinity towards the distortion of heights and proportion. Which could be a nice starting point for a psychiatrist. But I don’t think we should go there.