Holy
crap. This morning
I was watching a live broadcast of the Mariners vs Red Sox game (all
Mariners games, thanks to Ichiro, are broadcast here in Tokyo, almost
always live I believe)... and in the 9th inning, the Mariners tied
the game up 3-3. But i didn't care that much anyway so I left the
house as planned.
But
then I get back tonight, and the game is being rebroadcast, and it's
in something ridiculous like the 13th inning (maybe it was the 11th,
I already forgot) and but the score was still tied, Kayo (who stayed
home and likes baseball) was like, "Oh, this was good" and
I actually said, out loud, to Kayo, something that I -never- ever
ever expected I'd say, to anyone, ever, because it seems like such
a shitty "plot" element for a brainless sitcom or something,
but damn it, I did actually say. "Ooh, don't tell me how the
game ends, I wanna watch!"
So
that's the big news for today. Also, I saw a fax reporting that one
American had been arrested in Indonesia on (false) espionage charges,
and that riots might force the Embassy to close, and that all Americans
should consider the country fuckt until further notice, which is just
as well since I hadn't been planning on going there anyway, being
that the likelihood of finding a well-stocked CD shop there was about
as nil as the likelihood of finding gold bullion in my arse. ("Highly
unlikely, but not ~impossible~!")
I
wonder how Erik, Sung, Tenk, "and the rest" ("here
on Gilligan's Isllllllle...") are doing at whatever mid-Atlantic
Anime con they've gone too... I still have no photos! Poo poo!
Um,
also, I read a bit of Essays from <Some Japanese Dude>
and recalled a bit of reading I had done from a very cool 12th-ish
century Japanese text called The Pillow Book. It's basically
a book of high-falutin' whining from a "lady of the court"
(not a whore, just some royal-type chick) who complained about everything
and made notes of it all. It was never designed to be published, or,
I imagine, read by anyone else... kind of like this diary, except
for the second part... but anyway, the style of Essays and
The Pillow Book is called zuihitsu, which means "fallen
leaves" (I think) -- aka, random bits of fluff.
So
perhaps in a millennium or so, people will flip through these pages
and know a bit about this time and this place and this person, i.e.,
me, and be so impressed that they'd travel back in time and reward
me with a zillion bucks... right... now!
<waits>
Or
not.
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