Saturday, February 03, 2007

Coffee Break

I've pretty much resolved to let my internet stay broken until it fixes itself, and keep it a weekend engagement to look forward to. Actually, I am sort of afraid that if I don't have this extra thing pushing me onto the bus to hiroshima, I'd stay in my quaint little town, in my quaint little apartment, doing my quiet little things,and eating my (frighteningly)simple food. Let me put some meaning into that, I think I'm naturally a pretty base person -- I don't have a lot of ambition, or need much else besides coffee or beer and a book or pen and paper to keep me occupied; in other words, I'm afraid my youth is going to slip away living like that. That one day soon I'll meet with someone young and fiery, and have nothing in common with them.
So here I am, in the bustling city, where I plan to go buy some snazzy clothes, a hip new CD, and save as much vital information as i can from the internet to my hard drive.

What's bugging me about not having the internet isn't the lack of communication, but the fact I can't ever look anything up! Like, if i had access only to then i'd be fine. I was thinking about what people did before the internet was around, and I guess they bought gigantic sets of encyclopedias. You'd start with "A", and as you could afford it, you'd work your way up to "Z". Then you'd have a limited set of knowledge about some miscellaneous things. How barbaric.
So, of course, that's out of the question.

My job is pretty darned easy. I stress, a little, because I am new still; still doing things for the first time. But, I can tell it's temporary. And maybe what I'm feeling isn't stress, but just slight hangovers, who can really tell?
I wake up at 6:00 or 7:00, depending on which school i'm going to, get home at 3:30 or 5:30, depending on what bus I can catch, I make myself something stupid for dinner. Listen to Miles Davis "Kind of Blue" again, eat my food, wash the dishes, then do something for a little while until I give up and fall asleep. It's a wierd lifestyle for me. Sometimes I go to the nearby park (or, dirt field with a few benches) and play harmonica until it gets too cold.
There are a couple of girls that I'm trying to date, but that's not going anywhere yet. It's hard to tell where friendship ends and hospitality takes over.

I go to one of two nearby little snack shops, which is where people drink, and order some snack and a drink, and some older man always ends up paying my bill, and forcing more drinks and some wierd type of seafood on me. It's not a bad deal, but I have to tuck away in my apartment for the night if I don't want this to happen.

Finally, It is just so damned cold there's not much I can do. I look at the tilled brown rice fields everywhere, the dead grass, and blow out a frozen breath of air wishing summer would come so I could DO things. Driving me crazy!!
Well, I have, what, a month and a half or so? Then it'll start warming up. God I can't wait.

I took some awesome vids and pics, but forgot to put them to my computer from my memory card before coming here, so they'll have to wait.
Oh, but I found some pics from Kyoto when Maresa was here that I never uploaded. I think I've only put about 50% of the pictures I've taken on flickr. It's a daunting task, but check them out.


At 9:53 AM, Blogger maresa said...

Thanks for posting those pics!

I think you are so social and crazy all the time, that it's good for you to relax... after the year you had working for Amity and being so busy. Just enjoy where you are and what you're doing now. You won't be there again. It doesn't define you--it's just a passing phase in Daniworld. Most likely some day you'll be super busy again and long for the days when you could be so quiet.

At 8:32 PM, Anonymous Jon Snow said...

nice ball!!! I've always said so anyway.

At 9:44 AM, Anonymous Janelle said...

Seems to me it's more of a normal lifestyle. What a huge radish! I wonder what their gardens are like. I also wondered if that were a community garden plot in front of your apt.


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