My mother is going to hate this post.
So wouldn't you know, a couple days after I rave about the sunshiney weather in winter, and it clouds over and ruins my plans. I'd wanted to go to the Imperial Palace and maybe Tokyo Tower today, but there's no point when it's cloudy (half the point of the Palace is the gardens, and the entire point of Tokyo Tower is the view). Ah well. It's nature's way of telling me "do some homework!" so that's what I've been doing. I've done all the reading for my postwar popular culture (hereafter post-poop, as I've designated its file folder) class (from which the Molasky excerpts in the previous post come) up to January 13th as well as the first reading response (which ended up overlong, but cutting's the easy party... maybe). Next: Japanese homework. I'm *dreading* this. I guess because I feel so behind, but I know I know, the more I put it off, the worse that feeling will become. I also need to define a topic for my final paper in post-poop and start looking for sources. I've never really understood that. Seems to me it would be easier to do the other way around. Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do, but I don't really have time for it.
Okay I had time this past week, but hey. *shrugs*
Hmm what else?
Cookies. Everyone (by which I mean my family and Fuji) has been torturing me with tales of cookies. I suppose it should be expected at holiday time, but it's really cruel. Especially since I love cookies. So, tormented by the memory of homemade chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin, I went out and bought some cookies (I don't have an oven, and even if I did it's no fun to bake alone). The first box (chocosandocookkii, aka chocolate sandwich cookies) had a whopping eleven, yes, ELEVEN cookies in it. Obviously I promptly polished that off. A couple days ago I bought a different kind (chocolate chip and macadamia nut), different brand. The box advertised "about 20" cookies. Go ahead, guess.
.
.
.
16. SIXTEEN cookies. And not only that, each one was about the size of a 500 yen coin. Okay, maybe I exaggerate a little, but not by much. A knuckle-and-a-half in diameter. Very depressing. *sigh*
On the holidays in general. I find it odd that I don't notice what's "missing." The end-of-year marathons of old tv series, the "traditional" foods (black-eyed peas? why would I eat... oh, right, black-eyed peas), the resolutions (not that I've made New Year's resolutions in the last four, five, eight years, but I totally forgot that other people make them until my sister mentioned it)... I feel like I must pass my days in an oblivious haze, not that that possibility bothers me that much; just merits a passing "hmm."
I've been listening to the Tweaker albums Fuji gave me a lot today. It's all good, but I think I like the stuff with vocals best. It tends to be more mellow and not too over-the-top (although he does a better job of knowing when enough is enough than, say, that godawful guy Brett and I saw with Barry's girlfriend and her friend in the city on July 15 whose name I have selectively forgotten... actually the two of them don't even compare, so ignore this entire paranthetical). Goodies include "Ruby" from 2 a.m. wakeup call and "Linoleum" (which I recognized immediately for some reason) and "Happy Child" from The Attraction to All Things Uncertain. Check out the vocal line-up for 2amwc:
David Sylvian (Japan), Will Oldham (Palace Brothers, Bonnie "Prince" Billy), Robert Smith (the Cure), Mellowdrone, Nick Young (A.I.), Hamilton Leithauser (the Walkmen), and Jennifer Charles (Elysian Fields, Lovage).
And here it is. The part that my mother (and maybe my dad) is not going to like. (I warned you this time.)
So I spent my day writing and reading, with breaks for food and random IM conversations. That means I sat in my pjs all day and just got around to showering. And well, I'm not going anywhere, so I guess I'll climb back into my pjs, but... then I smelled my pjs. And then I smelled me, and I didn't want to get back into my pjs just yet. (They don't smell *bad* I just smell better right now.) So yes, I've been sitting here enjoying being and smelling clean in only underwear and leg warmers (thanks, Mother), and it's pleasant, so I wanted to share that feeling. ^_^
And now I'm getting cold, so it's time to get dressed.
Okay I had time this past week, but hey. *shrugs*
Hmm what else?
Cookies. Everyone (by which I mean my family and Fuji) has been torturing me with tales of cookies. I suppose it should be expected at holiday time, but it's really cruel. Especially since I love cookies. So, tormented by the memory of homemade chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin, I went out and bought some cookies (I don't have an oven, and even if I did it's no fun to bake alone). The first box (chocosandocookkii, aka chocolate sandwich cookies) had a whopping eleven, yes, ELEVEN cookies in it. Obviously I promptly polished that off. A couple days ago I bought a different kind (chocolate chip and macadamia nut), different brand. The box advertised "about 20" cookies. Go ahead, guess.
.
.
.
16. SIXTEEN cookies. And not only that, each one was about the size of a 500 yen coin. Okay, maybe I exaggerate a little, but not by much. A knuckle-and-a-half in diameter. Very depressing. *sigh*
On the holidays in general. I find it odd that I don't notice what's "missing." The end-of-year marathons of old tv series, the "traditional" foods (black-eyed peas? why would I eat... oh, right, black-eyed peas), the resolutions (not that I've made New Year's resolutions in the last four, five, eight years, but I totally forgot that other people make them until my sister mentioned it)... I feel like I must pass my days in an oblivious haze, not that that possibility bothers me that much; just merits a passing "hmm."
I've been listening to the Tweaker albums Fuji gave me a lot today. It's all good, but I think I like the stuff with vocals best. It tends to be more mellow and not too over-the-top (although he does a better job of knowing when enough is enough than, say, that godawful guy Brett and I saw with Barry's girlfriend and her friend in the city on July 15 whose name I have selectively forgotten... actually the two of them don't even compare, so ignore this entire paranthetical). Goodies include "Ruby" from 2 a.m. wakeup call and "Linoleum" (which I recognized immediately for some reason) and "Happy Child" from The Attraction to All Things Uncertain. Check out the vocal line-up for 2amwc:
David Sylvian (Japan), Will Oldham (Palace Brothers, Bonnie "Prince" Billy), Robert Smith (the Cure), Mellowdrone, Nick Young (A.I.), Hamilton Leithauser (the Walkmen), and Jennifer Charles (Elysian Fields, Lovage).
And here it is. The part that my mother (and maybe my dad) is not going to like. (I warned you this time.)
So I spent my day writing and reading, with breaks for food and random IM conversations. That means I sat in my pjs all day and just got around to showering. And well, I'm not going anywhere, so I guess I'll climb back into my pjs, but... then I smelled my pjs. And then I smelled me, and I didn't want to get back into my pjs just yet. (They don't smell *bad* I just smell better right now.) So yes, I've been sitting here enjoying being and smelling clean in only underwear and leg warmers (thanks, Mother), and it's pleasant, so I wanted to share that feeling. ^_^
And now I'm getting cold, so it's time to get dressed.
posted by Bibhatsu at 05:29
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