I use the phone camera a lot but only keep photos that I like. Before I drop my phone again and REALLY lose all my data, I am backing them up here. Because the internet will be here forever.
These photos have stood the test of time these past 9 months.

My dad loves airports. Last fall, Haneda Airport opened its new international terminal. I live close by and spent a day with him admiring the physics of flight and the vast assortment of omiyage at every corner.

This is me making sure I look decent before a night out with friends. I had just returned from 8 weeks overseas and this photo made me realize that I managed to lose weight, despite living off hotel buffet breakfasts for the first 7 weeks, and cheese, roast chicken and red wine in France for the last.

The boys give me good auntie training.

New Years Day with dad and Daibutsu in Kamakura.

Ai is always up for a good photo op, especially when ice skating is involved.

I ran around this lake in Colorado a few times because I could. That's Pikes Peak in the background, the most visited mountain summit in North America according to its website.

I re-visited the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs during my Southwest business trip in February.

The magnitude-9 earthquake hit Japan four days after I returned from my spring business trip. These are university students hanging out in front of school, wondering if they have to go back to class, and probably wishing they had paid attention during the "What to do in an earthquake" video during orientation.

After the first big quake at 2:46pm, I went back inside our building to get my jacket and phone charger--a stupid idea in retrospect. My coworker's teddy bear was knocked over.

The filing cabinets had shaken open during the earthquake. Two floors above us on the fifth floor, entire cabinets toppled over.

The second big quake came a half hour later while we were waiting in a parking lot outside of our building. After watching a parked Hummer wobble like jello, our boss told us to go home. Trains weren't running yet so my coworkers and I went to our local standing bar.

An electronics shop showed coverage of the earthquake. News of the tsunami was not airing yet.

We knew it was a big earthquake, but we didn't know just how devastating it would turn out to be.

Thousands of people walked miles home that night since most trains weren't running.

The Sunday after the earthquake was sunny and warm, a beautiful spring day. I went running and celebrated my first sub-hour 10k with spicy sesame noodles at a nice Chinese restaurant. Mango pudding for dessert was on the house, a treat from the manager, one of my sister's good friends from grade school.

After lunch and amid aftershocks, coffee and banana bread and a conversation about the importance of closure in relationships.

Due to the earthquake, my sister's wedding got rescheduled from a chapel ceremony on Sunday to business casual at my office on Tuesday morning. I still got to be one of the witnesses. Because she was the only one who had her personal hanko with her that day, so did my coworker, who incidentally is from Sendai.

When the U.S. started voluntary evacuations of citizens out of Japan, half of me wanted to flee the country and half of me wanted to stay. (Because I am half-Japanese, see.) I compromised by getting out of Tokyo for a few days with my newlywed sister. My newlywed brother-in-law joined us a day later.

En route to our uncle's house in Okayama.

This view will never, ever, ever get old.

I met little cousin Rie for the first time in Okayama.

We spread out all the guest room futons to let them air out.

OMG FUTONS ARE THE BEST THING EVER.

Colonel Mustard, in the Study, with the Cat.

The greenest green I've ever seen is in a stream in Ritsurin Koen in Takamatsu.

Having my Martha Stewart moment in my aunt and uncle's well-maintained English garden.

Back in Tokyo. Things are calmer and the full-bloom sakura make even Shibuya almost pretty.

I am about 8k into a 10k run here so I am out of breath already, but cherry blossoms like these really are breathtaking. These are the Somei Yoshino variety, Tokyo's official flower, with the palest pink blossoms against nearly black bark.

Everyone thinks you are an ugly concrete jungle, Tokyo. But I know you better.