Hemingway and Fitzgerald are probably rolling over in their graves. Cellphone novels? Well, as you know if you read this blog, they are sweeping Japan, and perhaps the first American cellphone novel is still years away, but it will come. At least that's what I argue in my latest piece for Japan Infusion.

Plus our favorite sushi chef, Taichi, writes about how disgusted he was at Bobby Flay and his jingoistic fans on Iron Chef. Is Mr. Flay the Bill O-Reilly of the culinary world?

And now that you're hungry, Takumi writes about appreciating good home cooking. (That's baby Takumi in her dad's lap).