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	<title>Dan Ryan&#039;s SmallStories</title>
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		<title>Yushima Station&#8212;A small memory</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Years live and die, as they will. Kiosks and memory come and go. My past is here, sweating in a wool suit, thanking the gods of physics and money for Japan. Sweating in a wool suit, no CoolBiz in the ‘80s, and wondering, as young men will: “If after Tokyo, what?” After Tokyo was many [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Dreaming Beast&#8212;A small drowse</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I never jumped in the Sumida River but I thought about it many times. Not to die, but to float, float down to the sea. Where the birds go to have lunch on spring days when the trash we leave them isn’t quite enough to take home to the family. The floating idea, it’s all [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3694</link>
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		<title>The Incomplete Transsexual&#8212;A small tale from the Seoul Bar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a little like the scenario in that Kinks song “Lola”, but only in passing. I met her in a little place called Seoul Bar, which is in a rundown section of northeast Tokyo called Sanya. At first I thought her was a him, and she sounded like a man but… &#160; The lipstick [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3688</link>
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		<title>A Little Place In Sanya&#8212;A small tale from the Seoul Bar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I discovered the Seoul Bar in Sanya, a rundown section in northeastern Tokyo, after watching a surly drunk get thrown out of it. A few days later I went back to this little joint because it had captured my attention and curiosity. And I wanted to see if the drunken ejected patron had been let [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3666</link>
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		<title>He Got Tossed&#8212;A small tale from the Seoul Bar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Seoul Bar is a little place on the shōtengai in Sanya, a run-down section of northeast Tokyo. It’s on a corner and from the outside looks tidy enough. But it is also quite unassuming and easy to miss. In fact, I don’t think I would have noticed the place at all… &#160; …if I hadn’t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3637</link>
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		<title>It Was Happy&#8212;A small nosh</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was just a food truck. But on an overcast early Spring day in Sanya, it glowed. It was god-like cheesiness. It was as if an entire amusement park had rolled down the street and parked at the curb. Well, a cheap amusement park. Not all the lights on the truck appeared to work. But [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3614</link>
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		<title>Reviews Are In&#8212;A small gratification</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Earlier this month I wrote a piece which cut to the very heart of why I do the written and photographic work I do. On most levels, that would be enough for me. But fortunately, a few people do buy and read the two books I have authored since my partner and I formed Abiko [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3610</link>
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		<title>Akihabara In Merest Passing&#8212;A small short visit</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In Akihabara, it’s tough to take pictures of quiet but interesting places devoid of people. It is one of the most photographed parts of Tokyo. But I didn’t go there specifically to shoot pictures. I was meeting a new American friend at the UDX Building for a lunch date. I was late as hell because [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3602</link>
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		<title>Why It&#8217;s Worth It&#8212;A small honor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My work can be frustrating. For me, I mean, in that I don’t get a lot of direct feedback about it. I get a few always-thoughtful comments here and there on a given post in the long string of Tokyo-related poems, pictures and stories I publish here. On Facebook and Twitter, I get a pleasing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3568</link>
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		<title>Wander All Your Sons Away From Us&#8212;A small lineage</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There’s something my great-grandfather is reputed to have said when he died at 101. Loosely translated from late Edo-period Japanese, he said: “I’m a coward when it matters, and a hero when it don’t.” This may be apocryphal family history. Most family history is. It’s blended from different sources like bad scotch, being as it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3566</link>
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		<title>Tokyo Funding Story&#8212;A small solicitation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Well I’m trying something new, but something with which I am not entirely comfortable: I am soliciting PayPal donations for my month-long photography-project trip to Tokyo this September. When I went to Tokyo in April and May of 2012, I benefitted from the unexpected generosity of a benefactor (who requested anonymity in perpetuity) who was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3559</link>
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		<title>Scenes From a Tokyo Skid Row Clinic&#8212;An excerpt from &#8220;Ningenkusai&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Author’s note: This is a condensed, reworked excerpt from my recent Amazon Kindle photo essay book “Ningenkusai: A Tokyo Panic Stories Mini-book”. I prepared it for exclusive publication by the Japan Subculture Research Center. But, happily, it was then picked up and republished by Zero Hedge. You can buy a copy of the full book [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3550</link>
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		<title>Transition Variations&#8212;A small growing together</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Time passes, and we change… But when historians investigate the beginning of our relationship, Or the state of things closer to this present day, They will always find a picture of us holding each other close and smiling… (To my wife Michele, on our 13th wedding anniversary. Every number is a lucky one.)]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3521</link>
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		<title>All The Things You Could Ever Want And Never Do&#8212;A small leisure</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There’s nothing I can tell you of nothing you don’t know. I am a busted-down door for you, collapsed under the weight of cosmic law. You are the wind in which I twist and think. We have shoveled enough dirt together to have moved the entire mass of the Earth into a new orbit around [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3506</link>
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		<title>Electric Brandy&#8212;A small Kamiya Bar scene</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It’s a simple thing and a piece of genius, watching people at Kamiya Bar. And I’ve had the most wonderful conversations in English there, with people who only spoke Japanese. I didn’t speak to these gents, sad to say; I was mostly too busy swimming in a hootenanny nocturne with my American friends. But if [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3501</link>
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		<title>Happy For You And Us&#8212;A small park life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We jumble the domino bones of peace and cry into our udon soup in the zone of happy gone memory. Sometimes we doze in the soup, wrapping ourselves in noodles warmer than ever was our mother’s embrace. We can’t dash your hopes, but we can help. We are useful men. We are champions you never [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3471</link>
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		<title>I Will Leave You When You Love Me&#8212;A small subway story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He thought there was no piece of god to love him, and I think I may have changed that perception. Tokyo bars are so strange. He gave me this gift, and told me I could take pictures of myself with it. We rode the subway like champions of love. The pictures seemed like a good [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3453</link>
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		<title>The Giant Pink Bikini Women Of Shibuya&#8212;A small large</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You can’t pass a day of insane madness, in this world encrusted on water, without wondering how much fertilizer it takes to grow the huge watermelons which, anthropologists have observed, are the only food eaten by The Giant Pink Bikini Women of Shibuya. (Picture taken in Shibuya, Tokyo during Golden Week, May 2012)]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3420</link>
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		<title>Nakano-coutrements&#8212;Small glimpses of Tokyo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Nakano-ku, specifically the relatively small area encompassing Nakano Station and Nakano Broadway, is my favorite part of Tokyo. I have stayed there twice for extended periods in the last five years, and I have grown very comfortable and familiar with its streets, quirky little alleyways, and the rhythms of the Japanese people as they move [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3414</link>
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		<title>Around The House&#8212;A small tour</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m always writing, or thinking about writing. And I’m always taking pictures, or thinking about taking pictures. Regarding the latter, my wife and I share an old house, by U.S. standards anyway, and the house and the things in and around it are rather photogenic. So here are some bits and pieces from a week [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://brisbanegraphicartsmuseum.com/smallstories/?p=3388</link>
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