nostalgia
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Update
Promised Dad I'd update this and let him know what I've been upto of late.
Discovered YouTube yesterday; never fails to amuse. Some favorites: Merry Xmas! - this song is fucken awesome. Narnia Chronic - rotflmao. Banzai Belushi - a classic. Walken Census - this is my model when answering personal questions from students. DeNiro Terror - deadpan ftw. Punk'd - some good ideas here. Idioteque - the Lyrics.
lots of year end parties have left me a little tired. making/trading mixtapes. i built a computer from the ground up, piece by piece, which certainly taught me a lot about hardware. i spend less time with the Tribe these days but still put in an appearance. have a couple of RP events to run soon. planning to head over to Kyoto for New Years and hear the Joyanokane, the temple bells which ring out 108 times at midnight. will enjoy some hotsprings and ryokan food while i'm there. hopefully find a nice yudofu restaurant in the Gion. i guess i should go see that movie. saw Jim Jarmusch's Broken Flowers the other day with a nice girl. excellent.
From todays notebook: "Today I escaped from a highly dangerous situation. Sitting in Wendy's on Sunshine St. with a medium chili and a child-size paper carton of milk, Morinaga. Waiting for King Kong. I have a centre seat. Bought this book, 3 pens in 3 colors, and a block of wood, carving tools, sandpapers. Tokyu Hands. Tomorrow morning my new kitchen shelves will be delivered. Reading Kafka on the Shore. Feeling like a character in one of his books. Memories of Takamatsu. I shall carve a daruma. Eyeless and lame. I escaped from almost putting a deposit on a place in Kami-Itabashi which I am certain - now - would have been regrettable. I shall buy a shamisen tomorrow with the money I would have lost. I chose this particular cover amongst so many because it resembles a maze. Obviously mazes have played out sybolic value strings roads crisscrossed beads of dew on the web...for a good while. borges. am I feeling a little lost? 5pm starbucks near junkudo bookstore. So, I didnt buy a shamisen, but instead a black Fernandez bass for 14,800, used on sale inc case. I fucked up and bought a ticket to a dubbed version of Kong - so switched it out and now waiting for the next showing at 6:30pm. Tokyo Metropolitan High School girl sitting across and one seat to the left at this 6-seat chocolate brown table with 2 blue lamps. Doing her homework. I wonder if she is the studious type. Here it can be cool. A subset of. And all the neon and cars flashing by. And I feel at home in the Bukuro. One tree with yellow leaves clinging. Windows into brightly lit offices. People working while we sit here sipping coffee and eating cranberry oat cookies. lots of studying and reading and talking looking cool. This girl is really cute. The navy TM uniform is refined, conservative, solid, crisp. two silver buttons on the cuffs. i can imagine molly millions in it. thick strands of black hair frame her face, cover her eyes just enough to suggest teenage shyness/angst/confusion/curiosity. someone once told me "you can smell the hormones". blues piano. the blue lamps on this table remind me of the blue enamelled tin cups from scout/guide camps. inklight floods the screen. lips curved like a mongolian horsemans bow. i imagine her father: he must be a stern bastard. he knows he has a beautiful, intelligent daughter. he sends her to a good school. he has to hold off the horde with his iron gaze and will. short dark blue tartan skirt. grey burberryesque muffler, mujirushi shopping bag. shes small. just realised i havent slept in 36 hours. up last night on adobe audition manipulating background hiss. some mazes have intersecting lines. some dont. a line has two sides. are the lines the paths, or the walls?"
Discovered YouTube yesterday; never fails to amuse. Some favorites: Merry Xmas! - this song is fucken awesome. Narnia Chronic - rotflmao. Banzai Belushi - a classic. Walken Census - this is my model when answering personal questions from students. DeNiro Terror - deadpan ftw. Punk'd - some good ideas here. Idioteque - the Lyrics.
lots of year end parties have left me a little tired. making/trading mixtapes. i built a computer from the ground up, piece by piece, which certainly taught me a lot about hardware. i spend less time with the Tribe these days but still put in an appearance. have a couple of RP events to run soon. planning to head over to Kyoto for New Years and hear the Joyanokane, the temple bells which ring out 108 times at midnight. will enjoy some hotsprings and ryokan food while i'm there. hopefully find a nice yudofu restaurant in the Gion. i guess i should go see that movie. saw Jim Jarmusch's Broken Flowers the other day with a nice girl. excellent.
From todays notebook: "Today I escaped from a highly dangerous situation. Sitting in Wendy's on Sunshine St. with a medium chili and a child-size paper carton of milk, Morinaga. Waiting for King Kong. I have a centre seat. Bought this book, 3 pens in 3 colors, and a block of wood, carving tools, sandpapers. Tokyu Hands. Tomorrow morning my new kitchen shelves will be delivered. Reading Kafka on the Shore. Feeling like a character in one of his books. Memories of Takamatsu. I shall carve a daruma. Eyeless and lame. I escaped from almost putting a deposit on a place in Kami-Itabashi which I am certain - now - would have been regrettable. I shall buy a shamisen tomorrow with the money I would have lost. I chose this particular cover amongst so many because it resembles a maze. Obviously mazes have played out sybolic value strings roads crisscrossed beads of dew on the web...for a good while. borges. am I feeling a little lost? 5pm starbucks near junkudo bookstore. So, I didnt buy a shamisen, but instead a black Fernandez bass for 14,800, used on sale inc case. I fucked up and bought a ticket to a dubbed version of Kong - so switched it out and now waiting for the next showing at 6:30pm. Tokyo Metropolitan High School girl sitting across and one seat to the left at this 6-seat chocolate brown table with 2 blue lamps. Doing her homework. I wonder if she is the studious type. Here it can be cool. A subset of. And all the neon and cars flashing by. And I feel at home in the Bukuro. One tree with yellow leaves clinging. Windows into brightly lit offices. People working while we sit here sipping coffee and eating cranberry oat cookies. lots of studying and reading and talking looking cool. This girl is really cute. The navy TM uniform is refined, conservative, solid, crisp. two silver buttons on the cuffs. i can imagine molly millions in it. thick strands of black hair frame her face, cover her eyes just enough to suggest teenage shyness/angst/confusion/curiosity. someone once told me "you can smell the hormones". blues piano. the blue lamps on this table remind me of the blue enamelled tin cups from scout/guide camps. inklight floods the screen. lips curved like a mongolian horsemans bow. i imagine her father: he must be a stern bastard. he knows he has a beautiful, intelligent daughter. he sends her to a good school. he has to hold off the horde with his iron gaze and will. short dark blue tartan skirt. grey burberryesque muffler, mujirushi shopping bag. shes small. just realised i havent slept in 36 hours. up last night on adobe audition manipulating background hiss. some mazes have intersecting lines. some dont. a line has two sides. are the lines the paths, or the walls?"
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