This is one of my favorite Japanese songs, by a singer/songwriter named YUI
and this is the beautiful and amazing Utada Hikaru.
something to tide you all over until the next post :D
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sorry kids, been awhile
I owe all my faithful readers an apology. I have been busy, and alternetly stressed, so I have neglected this blog like a red headed stepchild for too long. This won't be a long post, but I hope to snap back into this once a week, starting 今.
Not much going on right now. Classes, classes everywhere, and no way not to fall asleep lol. Even my really interesting (in theory) Murakami class is dry as hell. So I get bored, do work, take a walk, and try to get out on the weekends.
On the flip side, the weather broke, and it's steadily getting colder, which is awesome. I love the cold, and am looking forward to freezing my gonads off this winter. Nice change from Arizona for a bit.
The other night, I was in the park contiguous to my dorm, and saw some young Japanese folks playing with those high quality lightsabers you can actually duel with. I asked them what they were doing, and it turns out they are a Star Wars fanclub who are making a fan film. So after telling them about my own fan film experiences back in Connecticut, they let me join in their practice. Hella fun.
So while I am bored and class-y most of the time, there are moments of pure, unadultered awesome.
I will post again soon, but right now, I need to work on a project.
Peace out.
Not much going on right now. Classes, classes everywhere, and no way not to fall asleep lol. Even my really interesting (in theory) Murakami class is dry as hell. So I get bored, do work, take a walk, and try to get out on the weekends.
On the flip side, the weather broke, and it's steadily getting colder, which is awesome. I love the cold, and am looking forward to freezing my gonads off this winter. Nice change from Arizona for a bit.
The other night, I was in the park contiguous to my dorm, and saw some young Japanese folks playing with those high quality lightsabers you can actually duel with. I asked them what they were doing, and it turns out they are a Star Wars fanclub who are making a fan film. So after telling them about my own fan film experiences back in Connecticut, they let me join in their practice. Hella fun.
So while I am bored and class-y most of the time, there are moments of pure, unadultered awesome.
I will post again soon, but right now, I need to work on a project.
Peace out.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Flavour of Life
I went to Shinjuku today. My first trip alone in Tokyo, it was an interesting experience.
My major goal was to find the Kinokuniya with the intent of purchasing books I need for my Murakami class, but it turned out to be so much more. I needed to see if I could handle this alone; being in a strange city, having a poor comand of the spoke of language, getting around confusing train stations, not being harrassed by the cops. I did alright.
For the past few weeks, I have been afraid to be alone. Perhaps it was the stress, the feeling of being an outsider, but I just couldn't bare to be by myself, as if I was afraid of my own voice in my own head. Today I got out, alone, and quieted my demons. I found where I need to be, got what I needed, even stopped to make a completley random purchase. It was nice, just me and my inner monolouge (and of course, my Ipod).
There have been setbacks. My visa status is still up in the air. My Japanese is non-functioning. It's incredibly difficult to meet people (more so then even I, the eternal realist, throught it would be), it's nearly impossible to meet women. But today, walking through the glass and steel towers of Shinjuku, and strolling past students and residents on their way home in Takadanobaba, I felt at peace despite it all.
My friend Ken gave me a compliment last night, possibly the best thing anyone has said to me in a long time. We were discussing why we came here, why various people come here, and Ken (who is half Japanese, half Chinese from Thailand) told me he doesn't feel like he belongs in Thailand. Then he said to me, "Anson, you belong here. I really think that you, out of all of us, belong here."
I like to think he is on to something.
My major goal was to find the Kinokuniya with the intent of purchasing books I need for my Murakami class, but it turned out to be so much more. I needed to see if I could handle this alone; being in a strange city, having a poor comand of the spoke of language, getting around confusing train stations, not being harrassed by the cops. I did alright.
For the past few weeks, I have been afraid to be alone. Perhaps it was the stress, the feeling of being an outsider, but I just couldn't bare to be by myself, as if I was afraid of my own voice in my own head. Today I got out, alone, and quieted my demons. I found where I need to be, got what I needed, even stopped to make a completley random purchase. It was nice, just me and my inner monolouge (and of course, my Ipod).
There have been setbacks. My visa status is still up in the air. My Japanese is non-functioning. It's incredibly difficult to meet people (more so then even I, the eternal realist, throught it would be), it's nearly impossible to meet women. But today, walking through the glass and steel towers of Shinjuku, and strolling past students and residents on their way home in Takadanobaba, I felt at peace despite it all.
My friend Ken gave me a compliment last night, possibly the best thing anyone has said to me in a long time. We were discussing why we came here, why various people come here, and Ken (who is half Japanese, half Chinese from Thailand) told me he doesn't feel like he belongs in Thailand. Then he said to me, "Anson, you belong here. I really think that you, out of all of us, belong here."
I like to think he is on to something.
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