p-p-p-powerbook!!!

2007-12-07T00:02:00.000+09:00

cartoon

2007-01-22T13:23:00.000+09:00

can be done

2006-11-28T14:20:00.000+09:00

No amp yet, but portable and sweet

2006-11-09T15:33:00.000+09:00

2006-10-25T01:43:00.000+09:00

Pictures of Hi-MD MZ-RH10

2006-08-10T02:41:00.000+09:00

Pictures of AT-HA20 headphone amplifier from Audio Technica

2006-08-10T02:30:00.000+09:00

As per certain thread posts, here are the photos of my audio technica amp including my beautiful DT-880 headphones.

a day of mixed blessings

2006-06-16T08:10:00.000+09:00

is basically the boiling down of the fact that England won against Trinidad and Tobago and Sweden won against Paraguay. While both may sound nice, it makes Sweden look the duller for merely tying Trinidad and Tobago, though the Caribbeans slugged it out with so many attempts by England in a valiant game. I was all T + T today until the Sweden match. But good shots for Crouch and Gerrard though I disdain you for the completed effort.

Sweden, baarely able to keep Paraguay at bay the entire game was wounded and tired by the end of the night, but victorious, scoring exactly the same that those English boys had against the same team. But, can Sweden pull out again against England on Tuesday? 38 years of not losing to England in World Cup is quite a record to uphold and this time, I would say that for sure England looks stronger coming into the match.

So, a basically bright star is only dimmed by England's victory today. Sunday is Japan, so I may be bringing tissue downtown. Mercy dear Lord.

till valhalla

2006-06-11T03:48:00.000+09:00

it happened one sad sunny saturday morning at 9:00 that the last sight of naoki was seen along the streets of woodbridge. he entered into the most unlikely of places, sandtrap golf club to watch what would be world cup history on the largest indoor screens in woodbridge. england brought his spirits up though their so-so performance should have spelled out the doom to come. alas, he drank the beer and had spicy chicken wings with a tear in his eye as the national anthem floated by along with any hopes of perhaps advancing in this colossal calamity that manifests in the loss against trinidad and tobago. somewhere a great party is sounding in the carribean and somewhere poems, history and indeed the philosophies of those who love to route for underdogs is being re-thought. today has come and will always be remembered as the day that comradeless and hopeless, naoki who hoped beyond hope for semi-final showing for sweden was swept up beside the litter as the street-sweeper came by. adjo...

On this our hallowed day of war

2006-06-10T14:21:00.000+09:00

Today as nearly everyone knows was it, the day. Germany and Costa Rica opned for us the glorious world of yet another FIFA World Cup. It was exciting I am sure, but as I was working, I had to make look like what I was doing in front of the screen was actually not what I was doing. You see, BBC saves all of us in different ways - and at the same time, piles up certain doom for probably many employees and companies all over the world this month-long holiday.

It is called 2-minute updates. It is death I tell you. An employee could be happily tapping away on her computer, counting spam mails, charging energy chambers for the fifth straight day or merely taking a break, but BBC 2-minute updates means that none of that can be done fluently. You must every 2 minutes take a break from tea time or nail-picking, fighting, ipod-ing, blogging etc to watch exactly how the announcer types his/her way through the game. Very much like serialized radio, you are kept fast to your chair, disallowed to get off and visit the toilet.

Several reports have mentioned that Britian will be ruptured financially at the end of this one-month and for good cause too. Coach Ericsson says that this may be the best team he has ever surfaced above everyone's favourite red and white team. Go Britian, be backed by a Swedish coach and if you make contact with Sweden in this cup do not break the record of no wins in over 36 years! Cheers and bring on the flack...

We will be replaced

2006-04-09T15:23:00.000+09:00

Just got the news from a well-known television show. It looks as if there is a secret and yet no so well-hidden plan of the Americans now that is intent on ridding the world of all 'foreigners'. It was not that sort of silly conspiracy television show, I am not that low-minded.

It is BATTLE-STAR GALACTICA or however you spell it. I saw the threads of this in STAR WARS, but here is very evident. Think of the characters in each of those shows or movies. It seems that in the future, no matter how far advanced, there will be some sort of colonization of space, earth will either be swallowed up by fire, pollution or be forgotten, but the Americans will remain. They will reach out into the vast abyss of space, populate it and make someone somewhere mad: robots, aliens, bionic beings or the last of the British.

Dire straits. I guess that some of us who read English internet are not American and to you who are not, I urge you to move to the States, it will not be blown up by the Middle East or the Axis of Evil, nor by an accidentally armed Cheney. However, if you do not speak as they speak and live in their country, you will not have a chance for survival. Urging this case cannot be stressed enough, we are to be exterminated somehow. They few of us who sound different and who may survive will end up betraying humanity - what else can we do? We will like tha scientist of Battle Star unwittingly submit vital information to the bad-guys and then have the stress of rendering humanity null. Shame.

Or, we could be in a desperate fight in our old age against a power-hunger Jedi Council member/action star like Samuel L Jackson and then somehow overcome by an innate evil. If we do not allow the assimilation of ourselves into their culture and thinking, we will become some terrible scourge. Please...

... just do not watch any more television. it hurts.

The Merit of the Blog

2006-03-06T12:59:00.000+09:00

Late one night - perhaps many, a person sits in front of her computer and taps on boring grey or white and sometimes black pieces of plastic. An uninspired habitat breeds the same boring, sterile surplus of words that get vomitted out onto cyberspace, then to blogs like this, and ... in an instant, a single-ness of purpose is born in the blog.

Singleness of purpose is often a boon to things such as art, sports, essays and any sort of board-game, but in blogs it is absolutely necessary. Often the most single that any purpose gets is "My Zany Days in Slough". Etc, Etc. Well, if everyone was so zany and crazy and truly was so random, there would be no need for a blog because we have television and radio and podcasting and the truly zany ones would have no time for typing.

Then there are us leftovers who will on the odd month comit words to a page groaning as we type. We are the un-zany ones who cannot really type, cannot spell and are not interesting enough to be put in front of a big glass lens and smiling directors. We are the ones who type this boring stuff because if we don't then no one will. it is like pushing a marble up a windscreen with naught else but your nose, it is like bleeding in the wind - and in that breath, godspeed all of you who will be zany.

On contextualizing "March of the Penguins"

2006-01-01T16:10:00.000+09:00

around the end of december in the northern hemisphere is winter, often cold and sometimes dark and endless. but in the frozen south, it never really finishes, just thaws a bit and lets the icicles droop a bit to allow the soppy places for killer whales and seals to frolic together in typical arm-in-arm fashion. at the same time, the emperor penguins are pretty-much through a year-long process of raising their little furry babies. they, mother and father both shed their happy swimming grounds, trading egg-keeping posts off an on to gather food and stretch a bit. it is cold, especially in the period of may-august, bitterly so. i suppose we could say that for us, the processing of a year, not a yearling could be bitter at times, for some - never ceases to be so.

we work, study, love, unlove, break and heal, or focus fastidiously on only one of those. a year can be like it is for the penguins, lost when our dreams like babies freeze and crack from the winter; we lose money or gain too much. or we might even gain too many friends and consequently, a bigger head (which is harder to keep warm in the cold winds). but like it or not, we too like those babies foster not only the time-space of a year, but also our own lives. in "the march of the penguins", the coldest parts of the year were spanned by the group as they huddles together, each sharing time to be in the protective and warm middle and likewise, each sharing the outer rim where sometimes the cold became too much and some faltered.

can that be illustrative of the need we have as humans for eachother? it can and in the right company that need can be both nurturing and fulfilling to fill. just seconds before "the countdown" on tv an estimated 1 million people gathered in new york, usa to watch a ball drop a total of what from their vantage positions looked like the span of a fingernail - and to be rained on by streamers and frozen breath crystals. they each had their own voices, unique in that moment as it was unrehearsed and unadultered rejoicing. it is only a ball, but as it drops it must be picked back up again like the egg passed from mother to father, in danger of being neglected too long. in this new year, do not neglect friends, family and other loved ones but huddle together and let your voice be heard just as you listen intently to others. if you need help, ask. if you see a need, don't be shy nor too proud to lend a hand, a tissue, or a prayer.

in that instance when you pick up the ball dropped from the year before, take a minute to look at the stars and in that moment, i pray that all the brightness and fragility of the heavens will illuminate your soul and ignite your passions for a newborn year. god bless

Spelling Time without the "Y"

2005-12-14T12:04:00.000+09:00

"i reckon that most people seem to think that time goes faster as you age. well, it seems the longest when you are about 7 years old waiting for dinner to finish so you can go out and throw or kick some ball for the span of 3 hours or until you can no longer see the cars that dart down the street. Those 3 hours of course will merely be a sneeze in your day, exterted with effort, but gone as soon as you have enjoyed the feeling. But, you go to school or sit on the bus or wait for an advert to turn over and those 3 minutes till the clock clicks another second feel over and over as if the hand were actually moving backward.

Enter your late teens and early 20's. You begin to realize that actually your life is not going to outpace glaciers or the development of the Oxford English Dictionary and will at the end expire just as the world gives up her ghost, but rather that it is going pretty friggin' (steve's word) fast. In fact, when you have gained that mighty age of 19, sipping furiously on the beer in your hand and shouting at the world that you can now blaze down the road at 80km in your parent's 84' hotrod station wagon time begins to shift. it seems to make a bend as if it were trugding grumbingliny up hill along with you until you nosed up to 18, then as you pass 19, wacks you on the hind-head in desperation to keep up. That is the beginning of the end.

My parents reckon that the 20's went quite quickly. I reckon it took the same amount of time, but they were mezmerized by something. No, I am not a physicist, nor a dentist, but I do know that the same sort of action that keeps your teeth hard and white if you brush keeps time moving at the same pace if you just take time to notice. 20 is like suddenly you have not the opportunity to spit on random passersby, nor skip classes because you saw your shadow, nor a good excuse to not have a job. What in a nutshell is this new business? it is responsiblity. You go from a slug inside of a cocoon, sucking morsels and nectar from the nearby tree and suddenly realize that in order to stretch your wings and fly, you have to face the wind, long-tongued animals, kids with too much time on their hands and still balance those dangers with the fact that as a butterfly living in an interconnected world, if you flap your wins and face south, a blaze will erupt from Mt Fuji and the possibility that the Netherlands will sink behind a higher wall of dikes is indefinite.

again, i study navels, not physics, but i assure you that as you age and things seem to move a bit more quickly, then slow down again in the end, it is not for or against you. you other ones that might wonder if you are god; you are not. time, is not at your command, however you need to make the most of it.

Thus, let us reckon that within Time, there exists you, me and the mention by Douglas Adams of Digital Watches (though the contextual relevance is dim) and it is actually something that we need to think of as the spice of life. I for one would not want to be soiling my trousers much past the age of 2 and if that were to be the fate of my life, i'd rather that I experience it quickly. But this is not about me and never was, it is about powerbooks, powerpencils and YOU. With that said, shall we propose that time is not about me, thus drop the 'I', add a 'Y' for you and reverse the 'e' and the 'm'? Thus doing, 'me' comes after 'you', but we all just gots ta get on in time, together. Seize the Day."

(Excerpt from THE BOOK THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN the HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY) discussing the complete and utter waste of time that the reading of useless blogs such as this one truly is. If we may get back to the real issues, the senate has been bombared lately by the threats to veto First Speaker's inaugural speech on insects: INSECTS, WHY THEY FLY, EXOSCELETONS PARLIAMENTARIANS AND THE RIFRAFF AND ALL FORMS OF PUBLICIZED GOVERNMENTS:

and as discussed on paragraph 15, line 22.a/plural z alpha of Contextual Hybernation, we see that...

Killing an Afternoon Urinal

2005-09-22T12:17:00.000+09:00

A recipe for madness:

first: add one rather funny but very crude movie, 40 year old virgin, then a hamburger, a cola and some onion rings all of which were purchased for under 20$, but together did not nearly shape the happy hole of what was worth 5$ in my mind. then after said movie when the bowels are congealing from hamburger and grease and tasteless jokes, run to the loo.

Run,

Then walk around looking for a toilet that some barbarian has not pissed on. they run in, out and pee on everything. i saw some guy come out of the only happily filthy stall (the others were so out of control that i thought i was inner city los angeles jail or something). coming back to north america has been hard when it comes to just you know... waste matter. we litter more than japanese for sure, piss on more seats and do not wash hands after doing the same. oh yes and those pees that go on the seat... it splashes your bloody trousers too. nuff said

When Worlds Collide - Keep my Body Warm Baby!

2005-08-29T08:01:00.000+09:00

Guys and Dolls, this text on text sort of digital world is really getting me down. My screen is stinky pink, there is a picture of me with a pillow on my head and my beard was not trimmed. This may call for drastic measures, like quitting this bloody blogging. It has not really been fun doing it, just reading everyone else's blog has been. It may be it for me my friendsszzz.

of mice and Men

2005-08-07T03:29:00.000+09:00

it seems that old 'classics' are forgotten in the wake and rumour of new and newer. what i mean by this is books, films and that good old feeling of ingenuity. now, we are up the alley looking at the sometimes wonderful, sometimes not remakes of films especially from everyone's favourite: hollywood.

yesterday, i found out that years ago, there was a film called ocean's eleven, which had debuted years before i was born. i have not seen it, but neither do i remember the remake. this is a dilemma. in trying to capture magic of the prior, the new films cannot make a name to themselves, but rather create a mere interesting story that is not the centre of wonder, but points to the past.

hollywood has already gone through her golden age, we are on her weaker bronze lining now. the clouds have faded and even greats of old can not be brought back to give us the sense that we are watching something spectacular. we watch a 'good movie' then immediately look for a next good one and abandon the prior in a heat of desire. to be entertained, that is the action, the sweet action that must satiate our desires.

that is why from here, i suggest that we all wear this new goggle that myself along with 50 good men and the stepford wives have struggled for 10 years to design. it is in fact, nothing especially new in material or construction, comprising of mere plastique, the essence of gold dust, a poison apple and honey dew melon.

they work by the power of magic and the gods and stuff and at the moment that you put them on, a new world emerges from behond your visual cortex, interacting with your brain to bring a very intimate experience to the space between your hands and your eyes, very much like playing nintendo's NINTENDOGS. i will not sell them, because basically i know the power they have. they will revolutionize the way we no longer interact with eachother. they will allow a true networking of stimulation and procrastination to emerge and from that we can embark upon what i can only describe as "prodstar" the epic battle of dethroning poor quality movies.

the Spies came out from every corner

2005-07-23T01:40:00.000+09:00

very much like imaginary friends , they sit near windows, crouch near doors and silently breath the same air that both you and I do. Yet, they are different. In stature, they're not much over 2 centimetres, in colour they are a bit on the fresh side, green and sprouty. However, nearly at the same time that my Papa and the neigbours had a dispute over them building a fence or barrier on our property, I encountered the leafy heads of these little ones pushing their way up, up into my family's house and peering with unseen eyes into every small crevace.

As they grew, they pushed they seemy will upon everyone in the house... but I still resist, as long as I can hold out.

My sister insisted that they must be watered and every once in a while sniffed. And, as she did so, her eyes became the more buggied. My mum and dad have done the same and I see them walk out the door more and more drone-like every morning, reminding me to water and sniff the spies... sprouts.

Neighbours are the sort of being meant to uphold you and protect you from strangers, much like guard dogs, but certainly more resonable in loaning butter and sugar. Yet, our fence had 3 days of sunblock and our lane, unbuttered was croded with a mesh of wood. But worst of all, the Spies came out from the pottery and I, with all my smarts cannot convince my parents and sister to kill them

I am a Slave.

With Pride and Iron

2005-07-12T03:36:00.000+09:00

certain people who decide to bicycle to work rather than taking the ttc or car have a bit of what may be called pride. it is in the fact that we can sweat and not think that we are worthless, we can take a bruise or two on the tale end and most of all, we can breathe the fumes of toronto's motorists and merely cough, rather than make treaties with the enemies of the "free world" that serves democracy to the unfortunate on the edge of a sharp knife.

but, the fumes may have a bit of a side effect... ahem. i was on my way out of the carpark as often i do when i want to go and eat at home and as i have done at least 30 times, i took the security gate in stroll, rather than riding around it. it does have points for style and the effect of seeing a bicycle by its own very meagre weight and mass cause a sensor-driven safety gate to open is a sight my friends, one indeed. but...

the last time i did this was a year ago, before japan. it is not my memory that has faded, but rather the restraining springs or whatever sort of mechanism holds the bloody thing up. i approached not swiftly, but not too cautiously as to appear a weakling (my pride is of utmost importance), the barrier lifted surprisingly slowly i thought, but as soon as i thought that, my front tyre had already passed the threshold and half a second i realized when the gate came crashing down on my head that it is much better for cars to use the thing.

one year ago i also bought a raleigh brand helmet. i wore it yesterday and nothing of mine broke, but that poor "security" barrier snapped at its hinge! i have never had to aplogize to anyone if their equipment malfunctioned, but as i broke it when it attacked me, i saw the property manager a little early on in the morning and had my flush face gulp down pride and nasally spray the words, "I am sorry"

ceremonies are what they are

2005-06-25T13:44:00.000+09:00

having just finished one as the final sort of judgement from this cavity called SILS internation college WASEDA. imagine travelling half way around the world to learn japanese, only to be enrolled in a school that caters to Americans. not that that is problem, but as such, americans speak english and really seem to like ... so much so that if i try to speak to an american in japanese despite i am in japan, i get foul looks and perhaps a sweaty slap.

that is WASEDA, the best or second best univesity in Japan (arguably best only after the real best, univesity of Tokyo)... it has been so wonderful to come to japan for a year, learn the language with a buch or　red-cheeks so that our accents can improve together to sound as if we are speaking from the inside of watermelons. we take class everyday with foreigners all day, only having japanese class in the morning which is like the equivalent of ladies and gentlemen today we will discuss how to eat a grapefruit with chopsticks.

the afternoon is spent lazily watching americans snore or yawn out loud or contest professors in english lectures and waiting for the next break. it is almost as if i were in an :internation: school in the states, except that despite being the majority of students, speaking 90% of the time in class and insisting that english-language is only american, it has been a wonderful time here.

i have made a few friends, singapore, swiss, canada, the states, germany and denmark. oh yes, in this school the chance to meet and make friends of japanese is extremely slim since we like cattle are all herded into a tiny nook in the school to share our :foreign experience: with only the japanese that want to learn english or pick up on the foreign students.

and today was graduation of the most embarassing part of my university, nay, scholastic career.

gifts given and received

2005-06-20T14:48:00.000+09:00

well, to make matters quite a bit worse, i received a shirt worth the mighty sum of about 60$ canadian the other day from my badminton circle. well, i belong to two at the moment and before 3. the reason? they only practice once per week and that practice is often (78% waiting for the other 100 plus members to finish their games). it is beautiful and orange i think and says on the back, two very important things: waseda and chocolet's. waseda being the name i would bear to death as it means that by mere name, i may in fact be a genious, and chocolet's because i have never seen such a cute name before in a badminton circle.

sorry, YUBC, it beats us hands down for name. i am not arguing against the clinic YORK UNIVERSITY BADMINTON CLUB, but chocolet's does communicate something that is deeper than mere translation from words to practicing smash etc.

secondly, i gave some wonderful family a pineapple and some nice cherries, but in return was taken to go for all you can even imagine gyouza. loved it, sacrificed in my diet, but have not been so fulfilled food-wise in a long time. any type you can imagine, even ones you cannot, for instance pizza flavoured gyouza made in italian fashion complete with raddish sauce.

afterwards was natto flavour pudding

and curry icecream...

change your image with prodstar

2005-06-17T18:55:00.000+09:00

it is possible that this sort of protocol will be available in time for an imminent approach. the things lack are the black and balcony of the home second. we all go out together as luch with waves awaits the broadcast. few or any are invited and all will be served.

strange not that we speak all the same language such with fluency and flourishes. laughing not at comrades who are not friends in bunches speaking English like I was born there.

dub me doubt

Lactose

2005-06-14T15:38:00.000+09:00

i thought with all the milk i have drunk in my life, i would never develop that dreaded illness, lactose intolerance. but, alas i have and well, i am not possitive that it is just that. i think, the milk tea here has too much sugar in it and as i am not used to having tea with sugar, strange and wonderful things happen down there. i run here and there trying to find a hideout (loo) in time and it has been fine thus far...

from here on out... no more milk!

oh yes, the technical articles may or may not take presidence in the future. i am tired of hearing about my life on this blog, id rather report strangely on osx or xprint or ipegs (my father coined this term, i believe mistaking the complete difference in ipod and jpeg - i still laugh, but not out loud) or something!

Just to Confirm the next OSX

2005-06-07T12:29:00.000+09:00

will be called Leapard by the way, and while I have said it before in 'tiger being stripped', I will not hail myself as a prophet or a lunatic.

the lunatic part goes to steve jobs who is suddenly deciding to transition the entire line of POWERPC cpus to nothing other than INTEL chips. I am not against this as Intell has many wonderful cpu's, just none of them spanning the Pentium4 Line. Check the performance article of Netburst (Pentium4) versus the Pentium 3 based (PentiumM) and you might find that a mere 2.5 ghz PentiumM (www.tomshardware.com) smashes the Pentium 4 and does it for less heat, waste and noise. If Intel decides to drop the P4, then I will be happy with the switch. I do not want a terrible loud Leapard, nor do I want hotter than the current line of powerbooks!

I guess it is time to stand up and herald the entry of Intel to our closed little world of Apple.

and please BEWARE OF THE THE LEAPARD

50 years old and still 300

2005-06-07T11:44:00.000+09:00

What might those numbers mean you may be asking. you may not even care and if so, that is where i would like to correct you. There is power in those numbers. I have joined a local badminton club, not further than 2 kilometres from my house, a 15 minute walk with sandals or 12 with joggers and have learned that age makes no difference against experience.

I am now sitting at a desk typing on an ibook, a one year old computer. My badminton experience is now nearing 3 years, or it will be 3 years in August. But in the middle of that forray, I split a (not a tendon, not a muscle, but the type that attaces muscle to bone?) in my back a year and a half ago and my badminton game which was never good, has only recovered mostly. joining this sircle/club/whatever you want to call it, i noticed a large number (perhaps half) of the good people were aged. 40+. sorry for all of you that are over 40+ but usually there is a great difference within sports even after mashing the magical number 30.

For badminton, there is of course that great divide, however the divide is the ability to no longer smash at over 300 kilometres per hour, but to make far fewer mistakes and make the opponent run like he/she has never before. I was and am that opponent now. My smash is not 300 but sometimes I am sure that if it were to hit a small kitten or puppy, I might be sued by someone.

Most of the members in this sircle are former lever 1 players in Japan secondary schools so they have been playing for (if young 6 years and if not so young, 30 years). I am learning the hard way, and yes I limped to school today, that experience is something I must look forward to gaining more than the fear of putting a few years under my belt.

If now at 25, I am scared, I would like to turn that around and be a formiddable and scary opponent at 40, not a tired middle aged man dreaming of again being 22 when my life trotted around the globe learning about the many ways in which mosquito bites itch.

My Name is Naoki

2005-06-03T14:16:00.000+09:00

For all of you who care, the Nathan whom you knew before has become Naoki. And if no one cares, then the transition will be painless and forgettable. That is the beauty of keeping my friends very few and far between.

On the sunny side of now what we may call rainy season in Tokyo, it is only 3 more weeks till Naoki goes back to Canada to finish studies and then again to return to his homeland, Japan (???)

In other news, when whales are forced to migrate due to oil extraction, they lose fat and are not able to cope with new circumstances very well at all. If one female of productive age dies per year, it is enough to destroy an entire herd in 3 years. I was thinking of renewing my insurance for my parents car, but there is a very very bad side to simple convenience. But, convenience is so nice and something I am not more than a little used to.

This is not what God had intended when he said to rule over the earth, I am sure... and I know that line has been said many bloody times before... but...

kimuchi chicken onigiri

2005-06-02T15:05:00.000+09:00

there is a cheap life of making your own onigiri every day, but then, i have the cheap rice... the cheap sea weed and then imagination, but that is rough. so, go to the local everyday shop or lawsons or something and ready-made ones sitting on the shelf with a selection of over 20 are available so, it is so much easier just to um, buy them.

i know that not using my brains makes it age years ahead of time and than if i do not make my lunch any longer, it costs more money and brain cells, but... in the short run, i feel much happier and less efficient. there is something to be said for reduced efficiency.

nuff said

Just One Second

2005-05-26T15:58:00.000+09:00

Can make a difference, or at least that is what I have heard. But in this space of time, I do not think that reading this piece of crit will help your seconds count. firstly, we might Be able to understand that as far as the Name of the Father is concerned, many of us do not count as normal, functioning and capable people who live within normal society.

I for one am perhaps one of those. I wear feathers at all times, sometimes hidden within the folds of my clothing, sometimes protruding from my ears and sometimes, they wear off when I pass passengers on their way to see Cats and The Mysteries of the Ages etc.

and for the 2nd paragraph. I would like to dedicate this one to something real. There is an earthquake that has been predicted for this year in Tokyo. I am not talking Nostradamus here, but rather about 約毎８０年、東京に大きな地震が起こる。それだけ。俺が日本にいる間に地震が起こると欲しくないから、起こらない様に祈ってます。でも、自分自身が体験する上に友達や家族などが怪我されるととても不安限りです。それが起こると凄く大きな地震になるとわからへんけど、やはりそれが巨大な問題に絶対なると思う。さらに、自分が思ってるのは自然でするから戦争よりも人に怖いと思われます。だから、Jesusに信じてない人にも大変。

じゃ、あのー　ーー時間です。変な日本語の期間が終わりや！

Learning The Way Home

2005-05-25T14:10:00.000+09:00

Being out of bounds for maybe decades is a difficult thing for many people to manage. Out of bounds then is also something difficult to complain about much less to explain. What is it? It may be that out of bounds is nothing more than 3 words, one being nothing more than a grammatical link. In other words, it is not a place nor a feeling, it is just meaningless.

If life or work or anything may have the "feeling" of being out of bounds (being that you understand what that is in accordance with your life) then you may want to try a new product. it is called "TheProdukt" and launched in late 1999 or early 2000, precisely at the countdown. It is merely a demo some would say, others might say that it is an etirely new way of thinking, of looking at reality.

Bill Gates said it years ago, 64k (or was it 640k) is all anyone ever needs. Well, to tell the truth, today's computers far exceed that in memory and space requirements. But, in this day of over-consumption as the norm, some genious in Germany made a small demo called produkt or just 'the demo' in a 64k download. If you are blessed with a fairly modern computer and windows 9x-2000-xp, then download it from... http://www.theproduct.de/ and watch it decompress the equivalent of 30 gig of data in a 6 minute real-time movie complete with mp3 quality music. You need at least directx8 and a bit of patience as after you run the executable, a wait of about 1 minute is necessary.

This group of genious have made other demos in 64k which are unbelievable for their size and imagination, but more mentally attractive than the original. It was demoed in front of thousands in Germany for the Falling of the Last Millenium in 1999-2000 interval at the event called "The Party 2000". The lights did not fade, the cultists did not suddenly take over the last arm of remaining Christian Rights nor did the world suddenly explode.... Thus, the waiting partiers were treated to what you will see and experience if you download it and double-click.

It is as easy as having a new life, but much faster and for effect, compared to today's high-end system burning programmes, more impacting.

On what it is like to Lie

2005-05-16T15:32:00.000+09:00

Well, this may be a bloody short note since I have no experience in the matter but...

on Free Thinking

2005-05-12T16:12:00.000+09:00

Many of you may be wondering why the sudden use of caps. let's not ask questions that are better left for the dead okay?

firstly, i'd rather not use caps, but have been forced to under certain circumstances... ie... not wanting to look like an uneducated blogger in our vast domain of useless ones and zeros that will all burn in the fire. what?

lastly, a comment on free thinking. okay, you dick out of school at the tender age of 13 or so say? you speak as well as i type capital letters and cannot do math for over 200$ cdn at the pump of some slimy canadian tire. this is a problem. if however you stayed in school till you were 40+ and could read 71 languages even with your eyes shut, it would mean that you have spent time and money equivalent and exceeding half your life.

so doing, you have the right to publish your thoughts and have the money come back. if you are uneducated and sound like i do when speaking japanese, you are a no-body... at least when the media-public is concerned. if you were interviewed by television and later watched the debacle only to notice that as you are speaking, subtitles jump here and there to translate your 'english' or whatever into ENGLISH or WHATEVER this is a problem. thus, those wonderful thoughts that are just pictures inside your brain because you cannot speak any language at all are worth nothing to no one... a sad case. this is a case of the not-have. not having university education, post-university education and then when you can no longer walk, having seminar and seminars on the ethics of not drooling into your own baking. it works folks, but it is not free.

thinking is costly. muse about it... musing is free. thinking if done on your own time and in your own place is not thinking. it has to be public. if not, there is no need for constitution and death. what?

Tiger being stripped

2005-05-10T17:53:00.000+09:00

Not to say that we are not all very proud of Apple for doing so well in the last few years, obtaining a larger market share than it has ever had, in thanks mostly to the very hi-spec portable audio player, the ipod. It is in fact, perhaps the only portable player to to feature a 30mw x 30mw headphone output powered by wolson amps, making the 98db of stereo separation s/n very very powerful.

Yet, new to the scene, and something that many mac users have been looking forward to more than even a better battery-huggin ipod is Tiger, OSX 10.4. Well, as in last post, it is out and as wonderful as it is, it is teething, very harshy now. Breaking programs and now accepting perhaps what mac users for 4 years have been free of: malware and spyware. It is no surprise as Apple's beautiful and rather secure and stable OS has been gaining favour in the market, it should as a rule, be subject to rotten bits.

Perhaps one of the most treasured upgrades in Tiger, the Dashboard, lovely as it is has some self-installing widgets that have proven to open up to all host of wonderful malware such as porn.

It is always best to wait after new OS'es are released before diving into the purchasing pool. A year is more than safe, but even 5 months might be perfect. Myself, when I am forced to upgrade my ibook, I'll get Lynx or Cougar or Leapard or Hairy Beast or whatever is next.

If you'd like to read the link, because I may be speaking from my tail-end, it is here: http://japan.cnet.com/news/tech/story/0,2000047674,20083376,00.htm In cut and paste fashion.

Split Blends

2005-05-08T14:45:00.000+09:00

For a first, there will be capital letter introduced into this 'blog'. Does anyone ever wonder at the word 'blog' itself? Well, I for one cannot stand the word and it embarrases me to use this bloody blogger.com thing more than someone reading my email. Oh, he is one of those bloggers'' is what I imagine people might be thinking if they see my laptop with the top spelling doom in the shape of "www.blogger.com". Bother.

Secondly and whatever, Tiger is out and as fun and beatiful as it is to have a new shiny operating system, this one is causing pain as much as osx did originally. Or perhaps i may liken it to the wonderful sp2, which users did eventually just not bother with, as spyware and security issues were better than having a crippled software base.

I for one have ibook which I would not like to put under the riggors of Tiger's shiny new interface because my 32 megs of video ram just may not cut the cheese for a beautifully new organic Tiger. However, since the new iMac and eMac are out now, offering juicy graphix anyway, purchasers of new computers will not have to worry about graphix being an issue. The only issue there is that is seems like Apple in a rush to make a two-year anniversary of releasing the g5 or something, released Tiger too early, and now already there is the push to get osX 10.4.1 out to developers and then to the end-user. Well, I if a buyer, would have preferred the complete, unhassled 10.4.1 to be 10.4.0.

And that had nothing at all to do with Split Bends. Nuff Said.

fingernails shrouded in flavour

2005-05-02T15:35:00.000+09:00

yes, it does get that bad in a city with how many hundreds of people? you see, me and my leftovers have come here to this metropolis with the desire to makes tads and tads of money from the witless city folk,,, they have never seen what they might call a country-humpkin before and they have no idea just how crafty we are. for instance, in cake-making class those pissas have no idea at all what sort of flower they should use. haha, well to all those un-crafty and very-vexing urban twerps, i must just throw the dictionary.

yes, the dictionary, smeared with the entrails of car-smog and factory dung, dripping or etched into the book cover like petrified lamination. gets under the fingernails and makes certain dafties from the city sniff their hands over and over like monkies. damn monkies

trance-along

2005-04-28T16:32:00.000+09:00

it really depends upon where you are in the world or even a neighbourhood, but trance (as in the music) differs like mad. we have its roots in the ibiza dancing stomps of the hippies yonks ago and the modern electro-luminated wonders of today that i cannot put down. but, similar to 'trance' in canada, japan's 'trance' is pretty dancy. same beat throughout, loads of singing and chimes. i think, i have located a new haven for ginos to migrate. it is called CyberTrance and put up through AVEX trax which should have said it all, but... i am a sham.

if you happen to like trance and happen to be from europe, especially the northern bit, this ain't for you. but, if you are a bit south of that area and follow aqua and think that a night at the roxbury has trance that makes any boat rock, this may flatter your taste. but don't buy it for sure, rent it. the songs are clipped at the end to make a load of 20 or so 3 minute tracks that well... satisfies only those looking to transfer them to ringtones for mobile phones.

there was only one instance of any dj who is mentioned outside pick-up club index and that was johan and gielen whom i love. i think that systemF who sometimes makes eyebrows quiver said hello as well. darren tate once in 3 cd's had a song and from that experience i must say, it is hard to fill up md's from this buch of table-propers/coaster sets.

beware of the tiger

2005-04-26T15:03:00.000+09:00

it is coming to canada i believe on the 29th of this month to a very expectant population. it is less than 2 years since the last and nearly flawless release of panther, but to all who are waiting, it may be the messiah in terms of operating systems. to osx users and mac users, it has promised nothing less than what we expect by now, a wonderful fairly stable and secure system with flashy graphix that will probably make the long wait for windows longhorn seem like the dawn of the first mercedes car one hundred years later. it is a very big upgrade with the amount of new features lifting themselves into the more than all your digits together can count numbers... as well... it has not been pushed past the release date for years now.

now, i use a pc as well, and linux and windows together. i am a bit more expectant for windowsxp 64, but not the professional version which all inclusive provides less security and functions at a higher cost than osx tiger. but the normal home version, cheaper, but supporting the new hardware. i don't want to pay for 'flashy graphix' of longhorn when despite the resolution and hardware graphix use, the stencils are drawn by hand by a class of two and three year olds, making the wonderful 600 cdn graphix card you bought make displays that look like they were photocopied from the manuals of a microwave oven. hmmmm

being a devil or being it

2005-04-02T19:37:00.000+09:00

which is better? i am not sure. have you ever played that game as a kid where when you are touched you become 'it'? well, i am sure that at least some of us have. but what is it? is it a colour? a batch of newly fried potatoes? cookies with creamy icing? or perhaps just a bucket of rusty bolts? or is it just a name that is degrading? why would you run from someone who is it?

if you were touched and called a devil, it would make more sense, create less confusion, but no, we are stuck being it. imagine being touched, realizing that it is your turn to run and make some other people's blood curl. well, then the game ends. you are stuck being it for... well ever? what happens if you never play the game again? or someone whom you touch said that you did not touch him/her? well, forget it friend, you are it.

i guess in english speaking culture we do not know what it is. evil is not defined, neither is good. or maybe good is just becoming evil. like the ever-present church who is clasping the world in a tight-fingered grip of 'love'? well, there are many theories such as the anti-christ being mr bush in the states... i would expect the antichrist to have at least a university education and be able to pronounce a string of more than 5 words without rest. leave him out. it is not politicians, they are only in office for a few years. it is not games, they break and we tire of them. tv? turn it off, turn it on, it makes no difference, you tail end will still grow bigger. it is not school, you can only be told what to do by professors etc. they don't control your life.

so what is it? or is it even bad? are we really running in that game from being 'good'? that could be. but, before you play silly games again, please try and figure out what the end goal is okay?

hmm, acid rain and bowel movements

2005-03-22T16:01:00.000+09:00

it does not matter that the two do not seem to go hand in hand okay? they just do... and that is all that matters. imagine rushing out the door with nattou and rice for breakfast gulping down a huge silver tea glass as you tie your shoes and then rush to the train to find it raining... and the wind tearing apart your small cheap american tourister umbrella... well you gots to run do you not? do and find that milk and nattou do not mix too well. or maybe just rice in the morning. hmmm... anyway, typing this i am pinching my way out the door to the washroom... this is a gross post.

case of the jibblies if not its direct descendants

2005-03-14T12:38:00.000+09:00

it could be that since arriving in tokyo again, there is a desire to eat nastiness in the form of soy oil drenched french toast. yesterday was explosive, but at home, today was explosive nearly as i was walking to school. mistake. next time will not be soy fried french toast. next will be omelettes rice or something inocuous. and perhaps a spelling checker.

but on to another story from the late-breaking windless thorax of the wildabeast himself. coming back feels like flowers. sometimes flowers are nice and spring-season esque and sometimes they have been stepped on by travellers or stuffed in dirty pockets or even sniffed too hard so that they get into a dirty nostril. well, it is all of those and then some. i am tired too tired, like the last flower example, i feel like my top and my bottom to not meet properly. yesterday as it would seem, usual, i fell asleep nearly on the court. well, never been much an aggressor in badminton, but i nearly laid in front of the other team, asking them to walk all over me and partners. hmmm, well, nuff said.

otherwise, my watch is nearly out of battery. time to dig into the very small amount of wealth i have and buy a new battery. hmmmm.

sprockets and their afterlives

2005-03-08T01:51:00.000+09:00

well, it cannot be said that u2 has got enough eccentricity. i read a couple a'reviews on the new album... well for me new as i am previewing it now. one sight, that loved the look of its own type as much as bono loves the sound of his voice said it was rubbish just like pop, zooropa and anything that was not on the charts in other than tight-knit u2 circles. in that case, only guitar and drums and plucking bass has any place in music.

the new album has all of it, some electronics and a bit of old flashy janet frame' novels lost in translation esque good ol u2 stuffs. as stated above, you can read a very long winded review by someone who sits on a tack for all but top 40 and the highest bidder at this link here http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/record-reviews/u/u2/how-to-dismantle-an-atomic-bomb.shtml. i prefer bbc's take on it under their music section, short and sweet and well, lets me listen to the album without the stink of someones music review-only publishalbe essay. http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/rockandalt/reviews/u2_bomb.shtml

secondly, today i will say goodbye to megumi. this morning, we had a bit of teary eye... a bit of pre-goodbye that lasted until meg clotted a bit. it was blood and tears pre-parting. well, in two weeks in canada i realize why i like the cold. because in march when you walk hand-in-hand down the street, a snowball can rid the palm of any symptoms of sweat. it is just that good.

return is july, waiting is going to be hard but feeling a bit more awake to life now. haha, i got tired of the train, that is tokyo for me... that is tokyo.

just sprockets, cogs and people. a giant bio-organic machine from which i escaped and to which i will go to be tempered by again. hmmm, that is nothing like the case of jibblies you get when sucking nostril-spray.

sweaty palms and trackpads

2005-03-04T02:31:00.000+09:00

for two cents in the afternoon, those two things do not very well go together. i would quit if i could but somehow in the winter with the formidable amounts of lotion i gots to use, my palms stay a bit lubbed. hmmm, my trackpad may need a new squeegee.

and with that, we go to our next thread: sprockets and their afterlives.

now printing sweetness and lighht

2005-03-02T05:31:00.000+09:00

two h's do not normal signify sweetness and light, but they do make for a heavier sentence. for some time now, we at our corporation have been trying to promote sweetness and/or light. the problem is that both are impossible. so we will try just to do light for this programme.

her name is confidentially not eguchi megumi from parts unknown. she may or may not be a biologist who is studying things that after 10 explanations still elude me down to the very introduction. friends was a good course for about 2.5 years, but being friends that hold hands seems so much nicer. i spoke to her last night and well, something fuzzy inside of me was trying to do an inside massage on me. somehow, i do do do do hope so much for us. so that for me is now my story of light... and she will be teaching me more on that as we go on!

Gate or Stray

2005-02-26T02:34:00.000+09:00

when it comes to pets, there are essentially only two types. before i delve into the dark dark underworld of animal slavery (owning a pet - as if you can really own another living being) i would like to qualify this next section with a preface. prologue.

introduction.

we had 'owned' a pet, buddy for many years. he was not a big dog, nor a small one. i would like to think that he was part of the family, but if i did actually say that, i must feel quite embarrassed that we made him relieve himself outside. had we made my sister do that, i would feel terrible to no end. further, his domain was downstairs, and not all of it. he had most of the living room, but seemed to claim the area directly in front of the fireplace. he slept, sometimes relieved bowels and ate and did little else as he got old.

but before that, this 'member' of the family lived in a very small guest house outside of our home. it is about 1x0.5 metres square and has no second floor. its carpet was not even nailed to the floor and its only door faced the east. not that it was something he ever complained about, but i lodged there once and i must say that the room my parents have given me is at least 10x more comfortable and has a closet.

on that note, i think it unfair to call him a pet or any animal a pet. do we really pet them or them us to the extent that allows those furry or sleek or slippy animals to be charged with the term pet? no, i think not. i really think not. if one happens to slip the yard or house or whatever such emancipation, we call it 'gone stray'. we put up a fuss about finding the poor animal unawares that that animal actually is not wanting to again be caught, enslaved and made to eat of that drivel we call 'dog food' or 'cat food' or 'fish food'. there is a reason that 'dog breath' exists and it is not because they don't pop mints, it is because the breath originates from the stomach that is fouled by this nonsense horsemeat we call food.

so, a stray pet, trying desperately to truly attain its liberation is again caught and then put behind any one of a myraid of different types of gates... essentially playing out until their next jail break or eventual death, a sad and condoned sort of slavery.

essentially, the pet is either gate or stray... but i would rather get in touch with my local mp about this whole affair.

the german guy

2005-02-19T15:42:00.000+09:00

i just met as i was coming lazily home at 10 past 0.00, which was a sin since i was supposed to be home no later than 0.00. well anyway, this is my first or so post since arriving in toronto and it will be dedicated to tobi, my sister's german guy.

firstly, i must say that i am not at all unimpressed. he is taller than she, thinner than me and laughs at all the unnusual times at my sister's and my jokes. well, i guess that to laugh at all would be unapproprate since neither of us are funny except in looks. wait, that is her, i am funny looking (in a tall, dark, ruggedly handsome and intellectual way, not shy of stage good-looks nor too far from a big lie). what?

he and i chitted and chatted while my sister tried desperately to divert the conversation away from embarassing topics. well, he and i speak guy-ese, so she has chance. moreover, i guess we (rents and myselfs) have been looking for a guy who can say sit! and hanna will sit, laugh and she will quit crying and i am sorry for basically saying those same things. i think he may fit the bill.

but, he has spiky hair, and not the japanese type that makes me wish i were asian, but the white kind that makes me wish i had strait hair. it is like a freshly mowed and waxed lawn, not too spiky, but not soft like grass that has been allowed to grow past labour day. i touched it. it was nice. but not as nice as the green of a tiger-woods, mike weir putting green. therefore, i give it a solid 7/12. it is not perfect nor sublime, but right in there between what style and tact i lack in hair STYLE and the perfection of fabio geno.

as for his personality, it did not hide beneath his hair, nor was it daunted by my good looks and witless humour. he is funny, kind (probably... i may or may not be paid to say this) and arrives on time... ehem. i reckon as well that he loves god and that those two while exercising at balles homicidal fitness club will also grow in love towards god and eachother.

but for me, i am just glad that i can finally tell everything that annoys my sister to someone to may actually be able to carry on my legacy after i am gone. got some grey hairs or white ones already...

4 months shy of a diet

2005-02-14T19:42:00.000+09:00

well, some people say that going to japan made them lose a couple of kilograms. while that may be true, i must ask what in the hell were they eating before they came(question mark). well, i imagine that if they were from the childlike n.a. they must have been on the mac-fry diet or the cow on the roof of that airport size dixron road restaurant. le bifteque. or perhaps they just could not get their hands out of some greasy bags of crisps or such.

i on the other hand have gained weight. while no sumo, there is a little more behind the shirt now. food is bloody good, readiy available and so much cheaper than in canada if you head to restaurants. therefore, while i prefer to dine in, people take me out more than 2 or 3 times per week. i will not complain, but i also have no need for one of the belts that i brought just in case i might lose a few.

damn...

secret penitentiary

2005-02-12T17:27:00.000+09:00

has been fouled once more by the caped of capers, the whimsical flutey who by no means destroyed 2nd block by herself, but rather with the help of more than 20 innocent bystanders. it was captured on film by yarmish of the now defunct brigadier generale from the left wing. they, armed with bitesize fruits, frozen frappacino shards and a new bad attitude were able to hold off the charging police for more than 30 minutes. it all ended in a blaze of glory when officer principale of first division was caught with stolen loot dripping from his chin. it was expected that with his experience in the field, a sum of more than 78 years with more training camps and fashionable accessories than anyone can remember, he would have been able to remember to bring along a tissue to wipe up the mess. alas, because of his clumsiness, the 20 ironclad members and their benevolent leader were able to escape by jumping from the top of niagara to its icy depths. while admitedly all died in the escape, their bodies ground to fine porceline by leftover fishing tackle, the evidence of their crimes also vanished. it was just that real...

Happy Birthday New Year - and sex appeal

2005-02-10T11:58:00.000+09:00

a bit late, but happy new year nonetheless! unfortunately this time, we are away in japan where the new year is not much celebrated unless among gaijin. well, the gaijin i know are all home celebrating by themselves unfortunately... shushk.

but this year i do pray for my friends, family and i do hope even enemies. that love will abound, friendships deepen and of course that some downward road will be properly pursued.

finally... sex appeal. it must be noted that in japan, people are just a bit more sexy than really in probably every other country i have been to. the reason? grooming and cheap clothes. males do not seem to be so uptight to keep up the "manly" image of perspiration and farm gear. they groom, pluck and buy nice clothes. well, cheap nice clothes are in abundance here, just a bit of searching is needed. in canada, cheap clothes means nike and american jeans and you look like a cross of a skater and a farm hand. comfortable but not sexy. to make that next step, you have to go to a nice department store and pay from your ears. well, ask the playboys around here about price and coats aside, a nice outfit is had for 50$ canadian... nice not meaning you can make it to the local mcdonalds without being shunned away, but clubbing is more than fine.

and of course well the girls do the same, nicely dressed, groomed etc. some parts of tokyo are unfortunately like a fashion parade and i just cannot keep up. as well, the walking pace is rather fierce.

oh yes and to answer any questions that may pop up again, i am not extremely gay, but id rather not call myself extremely straight either. somehow, being human is much better.

cheers

American Primetime chaevenism on its 4th season?

2005-02-07T16:37:00.000+09:00

i have just finished watching the entirety of season three of 24, following the blockbuster series' first and second rivetting series. well, that is it though. under the high velocity take-you-for-a-ride sort of show, where if there is a chance remotely possible a change will take the plot under, it will. but after about two episodes, the problem is that every unexpected plot twist is long before forecasted by anyone that watches. just, wait until you are hoping that something does not happen, and what happens? the very thing you hoped against flashes from the bloody television.

so, there is the plot anyway, 40 minute episodes of jack bauer breaking laws, head and your expectations. anything else? oh yes, the females roles are written by idiots. the boys in charge of this thriller hate women, i may be sure. presidents wife: power monger and manipulator? jacks daughter is just the typical image of a girl who has guts but no brains and is... choppy on the "if i were you i would follow and get out of here!", then there is the traitors two of them who happen to only be girls within the ctu centre. the list goes on and on, but if you are in for a all balls and no without brains (whose line is it anyway? meaning, every character until the 3rd series has the same tone and writer obviously) then look no further than 24, which despite my criticism kept me up one night without end!

everything's better with colm wilkinson

2005-02-04T14:04:00.000+09:00

that means that the other day i ventured to the cinema to see what i did and did not expect to be a wonderful movie, the phantom of the opera. i will say that it was through and through full of some of the most wonderfully inspired tunes sung by people who has saliva caught in the back of their throats. that was it. the 3 most important characters of raul, christine and the phantom were played by well people who come from a land where an acting face consists of a open mouth and furrowed brow. so there was much furrowing and much slack jawing around and about. the music was of course the brialliant music of mr weber, but the performers were of course suffering from pronounciation lag where "christine ill love you" (which is not a true line, but for the sake of example) become "christine all love you" ... outrage

one final note on the cast: phantom is rather supposed to be scary! but he was young, handsome and slackjawed so that everytime he send me a threatening glace to the screen, i was actually almost aroused, not in the least frightened. awful.

lloyed weber could have chosen a better cast or something because the phantom is by far my favourite music of all time as well as my favourite musical, but the 3 actors ruffled my feathers a bit too much.

to the skin

2005-01-31T18:36:00.000+09:00

i was praying the other day that maybe god would just open up new opportunities with some of my friends here. well, the number of friends is very few, but somehow it is okay. i was led to go to a drinking party after badminton, perhaps it was divine i am not sure...

at that party, i took it easy, having only about 6 small (very small) glasses that made me want to sing, but no more. but i was chatting with this very charismatic guy named junya who feels that his badminton skills and mine are quite up the same alley, about half as good as his girlfriend's. so, we decide to set up a small tourney for next saturday to see who is actually the weaker. i will fight hard for sure, but if it is at this place we sometimes go, the lights and the ceiling combine to form a quite misreadalbe atmosphere and a place where 'sorry' abounds when speaking to your teammates.

one thing led to another and pretty soon we progressed or digressed from badminton talk to talk about stripping. no time at all later, the guy was standing with no shirt and about 35 people from the badminton circle around. that is no problem, but some people were annoyed and began hitting him on the chest and back. red marks.

he was not to be so easily outdone. off went his trousers. and 4 minutes later, his pants as well, leaving the guy only in his socks in the middle of a drinking hole! i think i mentioned that i had some friends who did the same thing in sweden, but in the comfort of their own parties or homes... i may have left that out, when i asked him to take off his shirt. did i ask him or just mention it? anyway, a new opportunity was afforded me by god's good graces... amen

on presenting a new gay face to an old television culture

2005-01-28T16:57:00.000+09:00

if it is possible, that may be the mission of a few comrades of mine. no, not as gay as in happy, but gay as in unhappy with the media coverage and representation that the gay community receives. well, it may eventually all change, but as for now, we are all decorators or hair designers and jump around while clapping our hands. i for one will not put up my eyebrow plucker, but perhaps this image needs refinement

ridiculously analoge

2005-01-27T17:07:00.000+09:00

yes, perhaps it is time for a revolution to counter another revolution. proposal time... analog to be rediscovered. well, for people to realize that they are slowly being enveloped by a non-real, non-sensitive digital world. those bloody little fingers and fists do not even exist, they are just there, but we, living people and animals and plants do exist. yes, even lps and cassettes and radio waves exist. in the race to establish the human world as a haven for 666, the digital age rushes on. but, the analog is the truth, blood and breath and sweat and treats are truth. this technology that even now poisons my fingers as i type makes me sick and i feel my tongue about to be swallowed by the imposter dust that spins off from computer fans, ipods and md walkmans.

even those flashy digital watches that douglas adams lamented about are causing many people's heads to ache and some to experience serious epileptic seizers.

crushh crush crus the digital!

dont covert your lps kids, do not through out your cassettes. watch them till you can see no picture on the screen and pray to tradition and yes, pretend that doing so actually protects individual rights. i love free speach... it sucks the life out of any despairing filosophher. blahhhghghghgh

What it is like to truly be Ridiculously Famous!!! A Few Words from the First Speaker Himself.

2005-01-21T16:42:00.000+09:00

(FS) ?・e-Vｫ Vrat ﾆ普・?ﾞ

And it seems that is all fellow Utopia fans, well read and well learned First Speaker, thanks for sharing your reaction to the `Post Ahr87harolous Zlidjzard Drat`, we have all been enriched.

I pray that democracy be yours in full to its ellebest extremes till death do us part. And Drat to you Hologons for being Evil and teaching a religion other than that of Smoghod.

Utopia 12 as a Cultural Icon versus Utopia the Movie

2005-01-21T15:47:00.000+09:00

there is no difference if what is at stake is you reputation saying, *i do not make stereotypes, but sometimes i do make broad sweeping judgements. (now, we all know that the author of this article does both, but lets read for fun as today we endured the stupidity of someone arguing his point very violently against someone who not only used her brains a bit more, but who also just like to have discussion and who was not in the least upset).

i will use names here, but not place of origin as if i do, i will seem too much a jackass. but we have gitte (the blonde) and jamie the (brunette) arguing (to exagerrate to the point of hyperbole) about what it is to make stereotypical statements. jamie, never having had a discussion without a fight (he is a kickboxer by the way and a liberal - he says) by the end was getting very steamy while gitte was merely crossing her legs and chinning up on her elbow in interest of exploration. what was at stake? nothing. it was a discussion.

it started like this.
j - so my host MOM sucks, she always makes stereotypes.
g - but dont we all make stereotypes? i mean you do too!
j - what are you talking about? (to that effect) if i say anything, it is from reality, not from movies. see my host MOM says she knows about american culture from watching a movie, that is so obtuse.
g - but what is to say that movies for instance have no bearing on reality? what is reality for instance?
j - well if i say anything it is because i have witnessed it over and over again, so it is reality.
g - just because you have witnessed it over and over again, does that mean that it is true? and if so, if you make judgements based on that, is that not stereotyping?
j - but its reality. you are obviously not listening here. you haven:t listened to anything ive said have you. (to that effect)

enter naoki

n - guy, reality can be anything to anyone, you have to take into account that you will perceive things radically differently from the person next to you who experienced the same thing!

exit naoki

g - i have been listening, you see, in reality as you might call it, people are stereotyped. it happens all the time. for what reason a person is stereotyped make no difference, the importance is the stereotyping itself and not the so called-experiences that one individual has in realtion to another.

enter naoki:s thoughts.

n - (i wish i had a really large spoon, say 2 metres long. if i could drop that spoon onto jamie:s head from two stores up, what sort of reality would he experience?

the short of it is that gitte was in it for learning and jamie just wanted to exit because he was getting upset. he was raising his voice and if gitte had been a guy, might have been in danger of joining a kickboxing match. point two, jamie does not make unnecessary stereotypes, only when necessary and when duelly experienced. my question is this. when a person like myself knows the mess i am in with stereotyping sees jamie, i am glad that stereotypes exist. i love them and for his sake and sorry to gitte a real thinker, i will certainly continue.

Utopia 12 will return after a massive test

2005-01-19T17:56:00.000+09:00

well lets get back to reality and not make believe or social experiments that drag their feet in sarcasm. i have a rather large test coming up, for which i am studying now about 2 hours per day, for another 12 months or so. it is the japanese language proficiency test which has 4 levels, 4 being the lowest and 1 being what i need. where i am now is probably right above 2, but even to take and pass level 1 means about as much as mud.

the reason being? well, japanese is not frech or spanish. you can take a bloody test which only asks that you fill in some circles and make the perfect design so the machine says you passed. or you can actually know the language and pass because the thing was a laydown. well, i want to pass with the latter. reading japanese is well, a long process. reading properly is a lifework -- as any japanese. we are lucky to have only 26 letters in our quaint alphabet, and still with such ease of use which makes for lazy people, make fun of people who cannot speak or read english well.

anyway, if i pass, i intend to enter (as my plans go today) waseda university for teaching. i want to learn to be a teacher. it is not ironic. if i can do this and shed some ignorance in the process (english) then all the better for it. well, as much as i can talk and rant, it makes no difference as to followthrough no? i yes, i do have a scapegoat. i will not name the individual, nor mention his/her/its gender, sexual orientation, eye colour, flair or lack of in fashion and of course not ever hope to meet this person outside of this year in japan.

nuff said

building of a steady democracy

2005-01-15T17:33:00.000+09:00

it seems that of the 20,000 odd people who are part of this experiment, over 17,000 are interested in a democracy. but a democracy to defy even the most democratic of nations. they want complete autonomy from the government, more of what some people might just call an 'anarchy' state. well, i am here to say that according to my knowledge of anarchy it is not possible so do not worry.

but, in order to defend the values and beliefs of every person in this utopia, and to uphold the very grits of an uber-democracy, we will have to do away with "free speech". i must say that as a non-theist, a non-atheist, and certainly not a person who is prone to any divine inspirations of any type, i was quite upset at people approaching me at x-mas holidays and saying happy christmas to me. that was quite against my beliefs or lack of beliefs and hurt my character. about 67% of those in the utopia have voted and their beliefs match that of myself.

***oh yes, i must admit that any opinions expressed here are actually not those personally of mine, but the grande will of the utopia 12.

Article 145.45a FREE SPEECH is a new and user defined term. it will be rather than anyone approaching anyone else with their own polluted wills and desires must pay a fee first of all. I would rather those people who wish hannaka (sp), ramahdan, christmas, obon or any religious festival to think twice about why they wish someone that happiness. but under the new STR (speech tole route) it is required the deposit of what is equivalent to 1.20$ CDN to talk to a stranger if that chat incures any sort of religious nuance. if not, it is a mere 0.10$ CDN. of course cries for help will be free as long as they are not overused. therefore, an allotment of up to 12 per year is given to every citizen.

in the next article this will be further examined along with DISTANCE AND SEPARATION clause on which the very fabric of this uber-democracy will hinge.

Solidarity
First Speaker of the new Utopia 12 of Upper Canada

Utopia 12

2005-01-14T19:11:00.000+09:00

students often believe that the world will revolve around their graduated lives, but takes a break while their studies are in swing. let's debunk that theory. Not with facts but with a scheme of our own: our new study is to make a perfect utopia -- a perfect democracy where everyone's desires for fulfillment in a spiritual and personal atmosphere come to orgasmic conclusions.

first we will need support. i do suggest linking the outward going money for tsunami relief for incoming benefit. as such, those individuals in the southern part of asia would probably make some mad choices if given the money anyway. we will use that capital to fund an independant state in the northern parts of Upper Canada. it will be called Utopia 12. currently as of this post, over 12 countries and 20,345.3 people have joined in the project. it will be clean and safe and overlayed with gilt and pewter. what a vision eh?

According to Sarah

2005-01-12T14:56:00.000+09:00

The fox just reminded me that at least the money is going there, at least the goods are being delivered! well, you know that is very true and well, thank God that at least there is a race to see who is holier than thou in order that hungry mouths, wounded bodies and hopefully wounded souls find comfort. Sarah, thanks for the pointing in the other direction! god bless you

forensicsisists and mean people

2005-01-09T13:38:00.001+09:00

have had a hard time in the recent past. what that means? or what is meant by that? or if i were to avoid the first person omnipotential, damn, im already foiled. I (did it again) will not mention particulars of any such recent natural trauma, but many of you who may have not slept through the entire final creaps of 2004 know of a devastation that occured in south asia.

for those who died, there is not much we can do as people. we can just with it not to happen again and go on feeding our pets and dividing rubbish between the blue and green bins, whichever is more empty. what is relieving and vexing at the same time is how many large corporations are in the race to advertise their campaigns of aide to the crippled nations. apple for one is among this large group. now, normally apple can do no wrong and in this case, it is still doing good. but what do large companies get from helping out wounded people? a good feeling inside? a sense of worth as a unfaced name? that may be some part of it. i am sure there is good in those corporations at first. they did intend to help.

then their ad campaigners got involved and soon it was a race to see which large corporation could send relief in the largest mean, the most resourceful method and of course, the most advertised. how good they are, how saintly and how much it makes me as a consumer with burning loonies in my hand wish to invest in a new (insert your item of desire) to help out this company that is lavishing its hard earned credit on the wretched of the earth. hmmm

oh yes and i sent flowers and received a relationship in return!

in memory of the past

2004-12-29T17:32:00.000+09:00

every year, millions of people around the world gather for various festivals. i will use christmas in this instance as a festival as its very roots were the orgasmic saturnus fest in the mediterranean but has evolved into something quite a bit more homey over the years. but anyway, fast approaching is the new year for much of the world and in some places (china, japan and i am certain other east asian countries) there are multiple year -end/beginning celebrations.

in canada, we light firecrackers, say cheeze at the countdown and then get drunk - the odour of such an evolved and high class civilization reeks from coast to coast. but in japan, probably the biggest celebration of the year is new years and along with sheer amounts of alcohol is also some sort of tradition and grace. everyone gets quite drunk before the new year (as in now) and then on the new year, does mimairi - saying prayers at a shrine. when i say everyone, of course there are the ones who do not believe in that sort of thing and thus, turn it into another sort of religious festival.

but in short and long, at least here, the drinks stops before the festival and people tend to handle it with more grace. i may actually find that the new year is something to enjoy.

Self Study is important

2004-12-21T13:34:00.000+09:00

this message is for all americans, however, rather directed to those from the west coast who will travel to foreign countries on exchange. It is regarding study.

Study is important. study does not mean homework nor does it mean assignments. It is the entire process of learning. In your Amurican uni's you are stock full of homework and tests etc, forced to study. However, if you travel to a foreign country, the emphasis may or may not be on forcing a student to study, but rather to improve the student's study habits: teaching the student to study by her/himself.

here, in japan, I am in class with 60% americans and my biggest complaint when it comes to test time etc is that the americans do tend to complain more than anyone else about not having enough review in class, or time in class or fun in class or chance to improve in class. What is important to understand though is that class is a mere 10 hours or so per week. A week is composed of many more hours than just 10. class is for practice or to hone ones skills, not be the avatar of studyship. the american system therefore does not work in foreign countries as it teaches a student only to learn when his/her hand is held by the professor and directed or forced to do certain things. we all have a brain, an individual brain, so individual study is of prime importance.

today, there was about a one hour interruption to class when a classmate from the states decided to before our semi-final examination complain that there were too many vocab and that we did not review enough in class. i approached him later and askede why he did not study by himself. his answer? "because in the states," is often the preamble to many americans replies. I need no further explanation. what part of different country do americans not understand? what part of different do they not understand? what part of the world is not the states do americans not understand?

I have some rather close friends from america, so i am not bashing americans, but i am bashing the system that they grow up in. i grew up there too for a little while and thank god i have been liberated, set free, that deamon has departed. you see, rather than saying "i live in the freeest of all nations and can say and think what i like" but really, saying and thinking what your peers are saying and thinking, Id rather say and think alike and realize it. believing lies like life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness as a country's motto is something really that needs to be looked at by americans.

Keeping up with the Labours

2004-12-15T14:54:00.000+09:00

Multitasking, Multi-labouring, Multi-stressing--Mutilation. What is the benefit of any of these? The end result is always the same, blood pressure on the rise and friendships on all-time lows. I am no fortune teller nor am I a prophet, so I will in no way attempt to telll you that you are under the influence of Multitasking, but I will give some warnings. Rather than doing little bits of everything at one time, why not just do nothing at all? It does not amount to the same thing in all cases, but I will ask you to consider the computer. It is capable under modern operating systems to perfom more than one task at one time. But, it will overheat, drop to a snail's pace or even come to a snails pace and have you believe that it has in fact, become a table prop rather than a powerful calculator!

You, are not a computer, but far more resourceful and innovative. You need no cords, no keyboards and most of all, you can go portable without collapsing from battery failure after 3 hours of minimal use. You don't need some buggy os's nor many paid for subscriptions to virii. Wait, yes you do. But, I do caution you to remain as multi-taskless as possible as I have from observing many people on multi-tasking programmes seen burnouts and dead pixels etc.

Therefore, when time comes to pit the helmet to head and slough it out under heavy stress papers, research, cleaning and other physical labours, I suggest three things.

First, take it easy. Your boss is a wonderful labour maker I am sure, but let him/her burn out before you do okay?

Second, don't suggest work for yourself to do to other people. They will take any opportunity to let you do what you think you can do and make sure you are working hard at it.

Third, if possible, read no further on this site, because advise taken from here can harm your life and opportunities, which in turn, could render your life more stressful than any task-oriented stress out there.

So, consider these things carefully please as you trudge through home-life, school-life and/or any other life you may have. Yes, work is somehow included in life, like it or not.

チョコLETS

2004-12-13T17:04:00.000+09:00

it is a new thing with me. i joined a badminton circle called ChokoLETS and now, I am eating chocolate. This one is cheap, only about 60$ CDN per hald year and the number of members is much lower and there is no strong (none at all) emphasis on drinking until completely puddled on the floor after every practice! a miracle in itself among Japanese circles. that said, Im a bit thirsty. Cheers

A Clubbing of Age Story

2004-12-13T16:24:00.000+09:00

Well for yonks now, the clubbing scene has been gaining and losing ground in various countries and all because of one reason: the need to dance is either appearing or disappearing from indoor to outdoor scenes. Clubs are generally indoor and their discotechque brothers and sisters are almost exclusively found indoors. Some are posh and may cost in single admission the price of fame or at least a decent month's wage. Then, there are ones like Queen in downtown Koiwa, Edogawa city in Tokyo. It is a newly created affair complete with newly taken photos and mirrors aplenty.

It has in looks a similar setup to a converted market. But, the tins of food have been changed for bottles of overpriced liqueurs and drinks, the queues are now narrow corridors that lead past the bouncers box and well, it is much darker than ever a supermarket was. However, this one never was a supermarket. The entire club could fit well inside of a two badminton court gym around twice. In the big of it, that is not small, but compared to higher priced and profiled clubs as seen in downtown Shinjuku, Queen is rather quaint. But quaintness lends itself to greatness, at least where I am concerned. Funny English aside, there is something to be said here.

I wondered there late last Friday night on not a dare, but rather a promise I made to one of the workers. I was far too early as at 22:30, the karaoke party had not yet left, nor had the smell of tobacco even begun to seep into every corner of the place. So, apart from the karaoke party and the workers, I was the guest. So what else beside the fact that this place is run almost entirely by foreigners from China, Korea and Philipines tipped me to fact that I may be in for a surprise?

Well, ten minutes into drinking my first Zima (too sweet and well, for around 10$ CDN, I sipped it rather slowly) I was approached by not a server, but by the Leader, whatever that is. I can assume that a leader is almost the top, and well that is exactly what he is/was. He was dressed in a rather seedy suit, a thin mustache and everything was reeking of sleekness in a put-on-airs sort of way. What a privelege was I in for I wondered. Well, he chatted me up for a good 3 minutes before delivering what was and still is the shock of my week. I a guest, the only guest was upon 10 minutes entry to this place was practically in no cleverly termed words, begged to work there. The words used? 'We could really use some help', 'We are looking for foreign workers', 'So, are you currently employed?'

No problem, I just want to drink a very few drinks at this outrageous price (for the locale that is) and put them down slowly. Well, I had the chance, but perhaps I was mulling over another Zima in the next 10 minutes, struck by the fact that in 2 drinks, half of my week's allowance for food was running dry - that I did not notice the Mum of the place slide into the seat next to me. She was in jeans.

No pleasantries, no fluff. 'Are you interested in working here?' she offered. Rightly, I don't remember the moment that my first clubbing experience in Japan became a job hunt, but eventually, the feeling that I had to submit to this feeling that Queen was more of a club as in 'Food club' than disco club. Well, I relented and said that next friday I would help out. Those were the exact words in translation. They said when I had free time, essentially, please, whenever you can. So, Friday will be my big debut into club life, but lacking experience on the client side, what will become of this poor little Canadian boy in big Tokyo in little Queen? The rest will be assured to somehow pan out.

have you tried nampa?

2004-12-08T16:10:00.000+09:00

there are various methods to tame the wild desire within yourself. have you tried the art of nampa? living around a crowded station in a district that is rather well known for its massage parlours, i have noticed those squirly men and women who just might be king and or queen of nampa. i suppose that nampa is like picking up a girl/boy, but has more of an intent on breakfast in bed rather than meeting for dinner. Each night, I come home late, around 22 and notice two things that are very interesting around my station. 1 is the amount of independent musicians that love to come and sing their hearts out every friday night and saturday night. it is great and adds to what is already a very interesting atmosphere, an air of hope that is strummed on the hearts of passersby. 2 is the guy in the shades who is always just waiting at a bench. at fist, he gave me this look like i was in the wrong part of towne, but i think now he has become accustomed to me and the fact that as a non-nampa-er i do not invade his territory. he must be 30 or close to it, but behind the shades (at bloody 22 o'clock) he is hiding maybe a little older or yonger years. well anyway, i have also watched him in action and must say he is bold, if not relentless. again and again turned down by some younger girls perhaps on the fringes of secondary school age. watching him, i cannot say that i am not somewhat heartened. indeed besides the Amurican president bush taking advantage of a dutiful war, there is a person out there who is also pursuing something beyond the reaches of his vanity. to that i must say i am impressed if not desirous of some similar pursuit! perhaps i could make war on younger girls who hold back their perfumes of mass destruction.

abuses of the holy word shit

2004-12-06T16:23:00.000+09:00

well, it must be said that actually shit is not a bad word, just a word that gets thrown in the wrong hands too often. and my the wrong hands, i mean those exchange students from the states who have studies under an imposter system for too long and who are absolutely sure that if you pronounce the :t: in any word, you are a fraud. well, that being said, they sure can say *shit off the charts. In fact, the danger is of course that the word may lose its humble and well soiled beginnings.

shit is first of all excrement. its rather lowly image is in the wings of being brought up to a super, catch all word and well, I think that is wrong. for instance, it is now sometimes holy shit, the shit and a garnish of other uses that ... well elevate the bloody word far beyond where it belongs.

let us take a look at shit for instance. where does it come from? anus. any nice and casual uses for anus? guy, that music is the anus! (does that mean it rocks?). or how about holy anus that kid can run (that may work actually, i am not sure). I will not be posting any photographs or concept art on this word or its origins, but just this small reminder to keep your shit clean and not to append words that elevate it too much.

listen, if it were holy, would be depositing it in a toilet? removing its remnants from our rings as soon as possible? no, we would keep it in a shrine, maybe eve plasticize it to keep its form from decomposing. there is so much more we just might do with it, but alas, it is just shit, and not THE SHIT.

with that i will suggest that you quit playing with *shit and just use it as it was intended. for instance, some examples of a proper usage.
the shithouse (chicken coop)
a shitlick (toilet bowl brush)
shitnose (what some of you do for good marks)

well, I hope this was informative. i certainly do not want any wonderous uses of this word to reach my ears when i arrive back in canada. let us dull the word back to its soiled origins and speak english with t:s and quit holding our r:s like muffler around our tongues.

On the Deaf and Pick up Lines

2004-12-04T17:40:00.000+09:00

Well today was a special day for many reasons. Yes, I slept over at a new found friend:s place and talked (well, my version of talking is still like baby utterances, just a few words here and there and everyone says how cute, he is trying) until bloody 5 or so in the morning, only to wake up to a rather dizzy day. I went to an izakaya place last night that is like a cheap cafe that serves rather louzy food, but just enough so that you can stomach some alcohol. I am (sopheak knows) not one who stomachs it that well, but wonderful to say that there are no soiled carpets in tokyo this day on my account!

By the way, I am not trying to sound strange when I type. Many people have said that my typing is like a cipher... I think I am just tired. So anyway, rather a bit dizzy and maybe somewhat drunk, I made my way back home on a very long train ride and then headed to church. Well, if I am not at a dissadvantage in language already, I went to a deaf church. So, I had to learn everything all over again, hello my name is kawano naoki, from canada, nice to meet you, your spaghetti was wonderful, I am a student of waseda university, no just an exchange student, I am not that smart. Right, that sort of stuff.

It was great and I left a little early so that I could prepare for the trek to school, check the weather report and well, watch a wonderful television programme. But first thing first: the deaf church. It was large, rather for a deaf church I have seen anywhere, having around 40 members. In Japan, where the percentages of Christians are very low anyway, 40 members is rather extraordinary. We ate, some guy prayed that I would find a nice Japanese girl and I left with a poster, heaps of chocolates and a big grin. I want to go back. I want to learn to speak with my hands, and not the Italian way.

Second, Pick up Lines.

I don:t know many in English, and neither to the Japanese. But Japanese Television and well, celebrities in general are much more accessible, not behind some bloody glass wall called Hollywood where they can be seen in only the most posh of places. In this case, in order to see of a foreigner could pick up a girl overseas, this guy (whose name i forget) was let loose in the United States of America (not america itself mind you, it is part of america, as is mexico, central states, canada and of course brazil and below... all one large misrepresented family!) with a book entitled Japanese to English Impressive Pick Up Lines.

First of all, the beach in Huntington with a shot panning the skin, the sun and well, lots more skin! He was decked out quite outlandishly in a rather small bikini pant and a large surfboard and proceeded to in extremely broken english get shafted (nope) by a cute brunette. *I might say you are beautiful *do people tell you you look like marylyin monroe?

Next was rollerblading. He has less experience than I and as such could only succeed to head backwards, and rather wobbily. Some (according to the tv) cute girl watched and via microphone, he was told to go and use some lines. She just laughed at first and then slapped his knee playfully and so he persisted at the urgence of the television producers. When she had had enough, she got up on her own rollerblades and escaped... but she was as bad as he was at it and he tried to catch her, a low speed chase that put O.J Simpsons to dead rest.

In a dichotheque he succeeded to pick up a girl in the dark with the line, *I don:t want to be alone tonight. Keep in mind, the girls are watching him read the book as he tries to pick them up. This is meant to be a joke, but some people may just be that lonely that even a prankster with a shoddy translated travel book can make daring and even working moves! I am jealous.

Finally, he made his way decked out in Thai rice paddy field workers outfit to a Thai restaurant in Los Angeles, asked to be seated with 4 very pretty girls in the centre of the place and then asked *what colour of nothing shall we wear tonight? I don:t usually laugh out loud when I am alone, but I went on and on. The girls loved it, so did the entire restaurant and men and women from then entire bloody place came up to him, congratulated him and shook his hand. To which he responded in Japanese, I really want to go to Thai!

That sums up my weekend. Hmmm, much to think about

iBook and iPod can save your Schooling

2004-12-01T20:07:00.000+09:00

yes, in fact I am at school working on a paper that I would not otherwise be working on because, I have an ibook/ipod combo. Okay, my MD is fine for that as well, but listen -- you are at home and have the remote of a vhs player in hand, not the most clumsy of artifacts, but certainly not a hot rod. the job is simple and yet requires vast amounts of time: listen to the cut of your favourite manzai over and over again until you can actually write it out.
however, to write it out, you need to have a free hand and need not to be cramped up over the table in the fashion you would be if you were to use only the tv and a remote. right, so how do you go about comfortably turning that tv programme into an audio file? well, ibook as a wonderful (stereo?) microphone built into the screen housing that picks up television in glorious (stereo?) quite well. then of course, just drop that tiff into itunes, plug in 1394 to your ipod and pray that later on, you actually with have the stamina to listen to this bloody clip about 20 times in order to stammer down 3 minutes of audio onto paper. it is no small task believe me and if not for ipod and ibook, i would spend an all nighter at school.
and how does your computer help you?
in related news, a trip to the local yodobashi camera (like futureshop, only 11 stories and carries all conceavable brands) will tell you the truth about the powerbook 17 and 15 inch models. I had heard rumour that you could be burned by setting the book on your lap and playing games or watching a dvd. well, i have to dismantle that claim somewhat. unfortunately, the powerbooks at yodobashi did not enforce the hope i had of those models actually being user friendly. i am now sure that even just emailing with the monstrous 17 inch model plugged into the wall, i could iron my shirts, even my starchy cotton ones. it was that hot. a quick 3 second search for the pit of hell on the base of the computer told me all i needed to know, except where to go for fresh cold water.
i advise if you buy one of these to never use it for portable purposes as it surely will melt through your computer tote holster and will require a recharge twice during a dvd playback.
nuff said.

Hangov3r

2004-11-28T15:35:00.000+09:00

it is very bad when you wake up from a rather roudy night and can:t get out of bed to even go and study. Those are problems. You see, my night ended and began like this: I have no idea.

I did the usual saturday night fare, listening to the musicians outside the local station, bought toothpase which has nice little pieces of sand to make sure that the cheeks get their sterilization as well, and then headed home. I woke this morning with a massive hangover. Well, I can attribute it to one of two things: first that about 2 or 3 weeks ago I had some drink, not a huge amount but perhaps because I have been so busy with studies, my hangover took a while to actually affect me. In this case, I would prefer the usual next day disaster instead of this one that did more than just creep up on me, it took me and all my sales by storm.

It coud also be that last night, I had a rather hard time sleeping. No, I did not reach for my sleeping pills which now I wish that I would have, but bother that. The bottom of this one will be found out... eventually and for all of my complaining may actually not be so bad may it not!?

How Can Selled Plants Save Lifes

2004-11-27T19:35:00.000+09:00

Yes it is true, I am happy that someone cancelled on me. It was a great plan though to go see J-League during the tournament and basically with a crowded pitch and heaps of fans dressed in full winter regalia despite the balmy 19C temperature. Today I went jogging in my wonderful cut off shorts and sloppily painted gold shirt. I happened to pass a jogger in a full furry knee length coat but because I was travelling at such an incredible speed, I did not see if he/she had a face or gloves. Sharn.

When Germany arrives here in the next 3 weeks, someone I know very well will go to see the match between Japan and Germany and of course pray for the underdog. Well, it may all be for naught.

Jon Long, I must say that Your Cold Play CD is in my room. I will email my mum who has no end to kindness... wait, I borrowed from Kimiko! not you mate! Was that a post or an apology?

can you smell that kemuri(辣呻ｼ会ｼ�

2004-11-24T16:26:00.000+09:00

you see, using capital lettersandsometimesspacesinbetweenmywordsissomewhatofa
nuisance.spellingaswellforthatmatter. but sometimes i prefer to have my words at least half understood.

today was a day like no other. i woke up much before the crack of midday and ... did i eat or not? oh yes i did, which means that i will have to cook dinner today because nothing else exists in the fridge. damn. but as i woke, i was sent an email by my korean tutor asking if today there was anywhere we should go. i replied that since the weather is nice and you are pretty, we should go to a park. haha, that is slightly an adlib. but anyway, i did get up and prepared myself for a day on the downtown. well, that tutor of mine decided to sleep till ha`past 2 or 3 and i instead found myself on the way (again and as always, everyday, mind not saturday or sunday, there is no such thing as a holiday when you are so desperately behind in language that university and study and all things of pen, paper and grafite reign supreme) to university... again to study. but, on the way, i decided to stop at a station called suidoubashi, compelled by only a recommendation from a friend. however, as it would be, i mistook suidoubashi probably for ochanomizu. by the way, you poor sods, these all have meanings... in fact every name in japanese has a meaning so im afraid that you may be missing some of the incredible aura those words may exude even from a computer monitor... and especially from an apple cinema display which exude heat like a radiator.

anyway... yes, i stopped at this place called mr donuts or something like that. ive been there once before but in the states... it smelled as i passed, good or bad i cannot tell, but it smelled and caused me to cough. but as i entered, the donut called curry bread spoke to my saliva glands and i quicly wiped up as i entered the queue. i sat down and ate and some guy sat near and within 5 minutes noticed i was studying japanese and asked in english *so how is your study of japanese?* i cannot remember if it was quite that fluent, but i was impressed. however, i was not impressed that he did not ask first in japanese. in fact the more we spoke, the more i wished i was away because i am sick of english while really, i just wish to study japanese.

but god was in this somehow and ... he asked if i speak japanese and i said that i do mangle it well enough to almost be understood and so we spoke. for about 2 hours. it was great, a gift from god for sure because everyday i am in despair about my lack of friends not so much because i am lonely, i have contended with that for years, but more because i need to obtain japanese.... it i cannot do that while in japan... ought is nigh.

it was great, and no, my cute tutor never emailed my mobile back... shame on her. she sleeps through class as well about 1/4 times! but i will not gossip.

this was possibly my most boring and comparatively long post in a while. would you like news?

okay, we have had earthquakes for yonks now, near ceaseless just north of here and heaps of people have died. about 4 days ago, a small girl was found in a gutter with her teeth pulled out. her killer emailed her mother from the girls own mobile and said that he had obtained the daughter. then killed her. she was eight. no amount of legislation is going to change this sort of situation. there is no conservative leader or liberal leader or green leader that can change the sickness you know? in fact i am sure it only becomes worse because of elections. i am not a communist, but really, i am stuck with many americans here in japan and they were up in arms cursing and shouting much more loudly than usual as bush was elected. the same would be true if kelly was, but for some other group. elections only serve to show how much people fit into groups of their own sorting? i am not sure. anyway, choice is a fraud, but fortunately choice is not what will change the world.

when i look at the news, i am sad and often, when alone in the house (all the bloody time) i cry while watching. i can see it now, a true from the heart faith in jesus is all that will change this world. not bible thumping, not attending some dynamic this or that manifesto pushing church, and certainly not telling someone that if they do not believe they will bloody rot!

okay everyone! all you need is love, love is all you need!

Regarding Female Genital Mutilation and Mormonism which are in no way related

2004-11-22T13:19:00.000+09:00

If my laptop somehow was not eaten up by the terrible networking system here at Waseda, I could post some photos of my outings this week.

First off, I attended what my professor dubbed *a newbies approach to female genital mutilation* forum on Saturday. Yes, it is true, I come to school every bloody day and attend some sort of study. No, it is not because it is like U of T Andrew and can make coffee congeel (sp?) by the very mention of its stogginess, but rather, because I speak such lowly Japanese that I need to study.

Very well. Female Genital Mutilation is a rather thick problem in Sudan despite being banned officially in 1927, and of course concurrently through the years. It is not an Islam problem and if anyone really thinks so, go read the Bible and study up on judgement. But, it is rough and of course affects a womans sexual and reproductive life forever. Why is it done? No one officially knows (at least so said our wonderful lecturer) but has been committed throughout the ages in much the same way a poor sense in fashion has been allowed to continue. No one likes it officially, but somehow, no one is officially trying to stop it. I think the reason is this ... whom does it affect? No one we know right? That is the problem. Somehow there is a sense that when something is not played in our own backyard, it is not really affecting us. Well, at least the Christians in USA all voted for Bush so that when Sudan is officially attacked by USA for being Muslim and one of the by then *string of 250 evil countries in the world* there will be a chance for change as democracy is imposed etc. What a rant eh?

However, as it is not in my backyard, I do somehow wonder what any funds I send *I?* will actually do for my fellow humans. If you post, post responsibly on this one as really, this is not a joke as much of this rob is... blog is.

Secondly or thirdly or well, who the hell cares... I attended a Mormon church the other day! It was a first time for me so I was not introduced as borther kawano from Canada. I was merely kawano san. Which is okay considering being brother Nathan which in Japanese is pronounced similarly to older sister (nee as in weigh and san as in spawn. So... neespawn... no, sorry, neesan). In any case, I was not looking to attend a Mormon church but I can blame my misunderstanding on the fact that my Japanese is still so poor and my reading is much weaker than my speaking ability. Well, I pass by this great white building everyday on the way to school and should have noticed by now the lack of a cross and some other nuances.
Upon entering I was greeted by two suites class missionaries from where else? The USA, Utah in fact. Well, surprise, those rather young looking men were actually elders... clue number 43 I suppose. But, I am also not a jackass as far as I can officially tell so I did not do the whole, but this is a cult and therefore you are cultists act. Instead, I remembered a book that was written in love to people who did not love its creator. Haha, actually I was very interested, having had Mormon friends throughout my life and wondering exactly what a church of Latter Day Saints was like.
I will explain it in a positive comparative manner to a charasmatic church as that is what I know. First, I was greeted by the elders when I came in, not sort of ignored until I sat down and asked to move because some bigger family was moving in. Secondly, I did not see any frowning individuals within the church, in fact everyone was actually looking happy - having no real motivation to uphold the austere presence of God by their very holy frowns. No one rolled on the floor either, but that is another matter. The entire service was geared toward a presentation by the young ones from primary school. It was cute, consise (only one hour and 10 minutes which is something I think that charasmatic churches need to look into - there is no way that most services really matter longer than 1.5 hours. I know we should look at it as an amazing God-filled experience every Sunday, but people do rather head quickly for the door afterwards do they not? Perhaps God was just too much).
I stayed for the second service which was what I thought was :Bible Study: and while I was armed with my very trusty and thin New Testament - like a good charasmatic who does not find much truth in the Old Testament of which was dominated by a much different and fiery God - the truth is that I really needed the book of Mormon and I believe Moses. However, Yesterday ended with the Second Coming of Christ and the fact that it is to be a joyous occasion as well as some preparation needed. In our case, we must save the world, theirs is rather more like preparation of self, but I am not sure how much I can really say after only 2 hours in church.
When all was said and done, I told them thank you very much, but I am a member of another church closer to university, but I would be very glad to come back from time to time in the new year. And actually I was not lying. I mean, other than the feeling of intense evil and spriritual darkness where my soul felt as if it were being sucked into the very fires of hades itself, I rather liked the very friendly atmosphere that was not confined the the front of the auditorium.
While this may have sounded a bit rough especially on the charasmatic side, know this... I am speaking from a perspective of charasmatic churches with only about 5 in attendance. However, having only one :cult: attended, I must give points for friendliness and atmosphere if not for accuracy. In love, good bye.

I`ve Given Up on MD

2004-11-15T15:27:00.000+09:00

Yes, I have been an avid user of MD since 1999 and even a basher of the flash and HD equipped younger brothers and sisters of MD`s pioneering sound *compression back in the early 90`s. You must know my reasons and also my new quest. My reasons stem from the fact that now, MD has surpassed even expensive IPOD in price. The new models featuring 1 gigabyte discs are up to and over 500$ CDN per unit and their discs retail for no less than 5$ CDN at the very very cheapest. Furthermore, in Japan now, I have not met anyone, not a single person who is carrying a HiMD. It may have just dawned on the waiting world, but as of its birth, it may be stillborn. Sad it is as MD is one of the most finesse ridden formats on the market. It is a small disk, and if you have a SHARP or KENWOOD model, makes nearly no noise, generates no heat even when charging and for that matter, requires recharging only once per week at most. In fact some players will play on end for 255 hours.

I have had 4 recorders including my favourite, the MD7 by SHARP which all have had varying degrees of loving pinches and dabbing by the cleansing cloth. Well, I did buy an IPOD and after 3 years of snide remarks about its size, weight and well, presumed inferior size, I must admit to be wrong on at least one of those assaults. It is large and heave even compared to the rather *fat MD7, weighes much more and heats up its rear side much like a laptop does. Oh yes, and a mere 13-14 hours of battery life reminds me of the days in 1999 when my (Purple - the only one in the world perhaps and still my favourite looker) SONY R37 made use of the charging cradle quite an art. But, as far as I had assumed that sound quality on MP3 players was inferior, I was partly right and mostly wrong. I have listened to my good work mate`s creative muvo 4gb machine and been marginally impressed, but put off with the cheap plastic face and squirmy little buttons. IPOD on the other hand, is sleek, fealturing a very nearly seemless back and front plate adhesion and what is the best part, 3 buttons. One is the click wheel that very nearly makes me squirm when thinking of why so many buttons are even useful.

As for sound, in comparison to my MD7, its 30mw amp does justtice to any injustice to a song that the aac codec takes away. And at that, songs recorded in the paltry aac 128 sound leaps and bounds ahead of Sony`s ATRAC3 at 132 kps. I must say that I am very impressed.

But.

An mp3 player is just that. A Player. It does not feature the wonderful ability to share music with a friend, unless you want to lug around your 2kg ibook everywhere! (get one today, it will change your life). My MD and MD using friends still outnumbers those of us who say that MP3 players are the way of the future and so exchanging disks is like a walk in the park, with heaps of fresh airs. Airs? damn

Secondly, what can be had if you don:t choose Sony`s MD downloaders, for about 240$ from SHARP (note, I am not so biased towards Sharp, but for recording, nothing out there in the world of MD will ever replace its ease of use and quiet motor) will serve as a wonderful recorder with editing capabilities for the road. Rather than spending 400 or more on an iriver with downgraded recording features, the MD looks very attractive.

But make no mistake about it, MD is on the way out. Take a look at www.minidisc.org and look very closely for the sparceness of any new news or rave reviews. Even the most rabid fans on the internet are quite and well, all I can praise about it is its recording ability and of course the extreme non-snobbish ness of being able to share music instead of hoarding it like a private music monger. cheers

As for the curry

2004-11-12T21:21:00.000+09:00

it was a bit spicy, but professor kato and i ate and chitted about this and that. but it was down to business of course. that business is basically me listening to a very well-crafted lecture about japanese literature and me making small suggestions to make it sound more natural. that is rather dangerous coming from me of course as my english is anything but natural... at least so says sarah. damn. but anyway, i received dinner, some sort of offering and a wonderful lecture concerning the duality of japanese government that has existed since before yonks was a proper word. for that i am grateful.

and of course for the fact that he seemed to be very grateful... grateful grateful, that is 4 times in the last 30 seconds that i have typed that word, i will get some sort of muck for that from sarah. grateful for my small helps. i need my dictionary here though, having left it in canada. i cannot stand being alone here with only american language dictionaries. i cannot ever find the root meaning of a word, it is like a giant cipher that will never be decoded in anything like websters or randome house or whatever rubbish dictionaries are sent here from the states. like reading a newspaper article with your nose in the paper so you can only see the words around your nose and not the rest of the article. i feel blind withouth oxford. ahhhhh

and thenthere was nelly

2004-11-12T20:56:00.000+09:00

but of course no one knew her. she was a sad case, the type you`d only see in the supermarkets, eyeing the strawberry youghurts. she used to make eyes at the man behind the window, in the bakery section. yes, i do believe they had windows there. this is of course, a rather future cipher. you see, they must have all smoked in the future because of the comments on some of the strawberry labels I can tell that that was the case. and she of course was a special case, eyeing those strawberries like she wanted to taste the smoky bread behind the counter, deciding to leave smoke drifting about my little fingers and draping itself over my shoulder like it was as sweet as her tooth. dear god i love the future.

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2004-11-11T22:03:00.000+09:00

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Murdered in Iraq

2004-11-02T16:40:00.000+09:00

Some days ago, a young man who against the wishes of all his friends, family and acquaintances ventured to Iraq to try to understand if the media was lying or not about the circumstances of the dispute there and was taken hostage. That is what happened last week. This week, he is dead. Shosei Kodo was in his early 20's and was said by his family to be a very understanding person who was full of dreams. That said, those dreams are now severed, but certainly not his memory from many many peoples' minds. I would like to remember him in this instance and also leave a warning. Because family and friends tend to love you, do not count their advice as rubbish or wait for some counter-argument. Advice is given in love, arguments are expressed in anger or frustration.

The Death of 24

2004-10-26T17:03:00.000+09:00

Caused quite a stir among no politicians, musicians or really anyone apart from one straight standing white boy. He did 3 weeks ago shed his 24 year-old appearance for the more refined and physically incapable 25 year old self. He notes however that of the stars on television and in the music industry, very few peak in their careers before the age of somehwere in their 40's or 50's. At last, there still is some hope that of course, things are not getting too old too fast. As well, to celebrate this special day, earthquakes and typhoons followed as well as the deaths of more than 80 people all told in the said disasters. 繧�縺｣縺ｱ繧翫�∝ｹｴ縺ｫ縺ｯ蜍昴▲縺ｦ縺ｪ縺�縲�

About `The Union`zs Glee Club

2004-09-21T18:44:00.000+09:00

let it be known that `The Union` shall have rights to have its own glee club and that glee club shall be comprised of none other than Jeremy Sinnott, The Arnotts, Mission Malatesta, Rob `tha house` Critchely and of course, Linda Cho. Furthermore, let it be known that said Glee Club shall meet every Friday night at ShinJuku Station, near the Mac Hub in Tokyo.

A Round The Table of Nights

2004-09-10T14:32:00.000+09:00

which has nothing to do with this bloody blog but i reckon that in some days that this will become memmoralbe. actually, i was with my bestestt friends from a long time ago and it was so nice to see them again and all of us wearing pants!!!

Seventeen ways to Annoy your boss Part 12b

2004-09-08T06:47:00.000+09:00

This is not to say that really we *member of "the union"* are involved in any of this, but well, it is rather that isn't it?

Our Favourite Terminator

Being of sound mind and fragile heart, I will not post how to use these wonderful soundboards, but I do recommend you do use them, but definately not for Telephone calls. Definately not.

"The Union"'sz official Ode to Linda

2004-09-05T09:17:00.000+09:00

Short and sweet like this poem
is a girl named Linda
who is smiley and fun kinda
like all your best friends from

Your best times in your childhood.
but make no mistake friends
on she you can often depends
like when you need someone who should

Come to a great (and it will be)
barbeque for the people of TACF
who need to dance, eat sing and laugh
for what BBQ without those would be

Good enough for Linda Cho who flirts
more oftener than even 1st Speaker?
who looks a lot like Beaker
if only he would wear that brown skirts.

So gather your pals all you wonder-peeps
and sing the song about the Cho-time
who used to do CTF time
upstairs with the big wigs who never sleeps

and that completes my ode to linda who
despite not liking me
is kinda cool okee?
and if she came to bbq, would be really really coo.

Please, support the "The Union"

2004-09-05T09:09:00.000+09:00

by your wonderful and not easily parted with money. Listen if you want us to survive, yes this is of course a public service announcement. We are of course serving you with our basic services which do not include hydro, crime prevention, education, transportation or any of the usual helpful services. But...

If your social life is rather thin, please be aware that we do exist for and only for you. If you happen to be rather popular, we will take you also, but because the makeover is rather unimportant, we will not charge quite as much.

Understand that our next function, "The Union's Joint BBQ and Karaoke" event will be mandatory if you are to achieve your desired level of 'coolness'.

Furthermore, if you are interested in bumping up your market share within www.blogshares.com link to this site and we, who have great stock there will hook you up with web popularity even if you are devoid of proper friends.

"The Union"'sz new favourite writer

2004-09-03T08:15:00.000+09:00

i do not say author because nothing of hers is published. you understand that "sarah the knife" as we like to call her is so sharp (minded you see) that no one can out-witt her not even gord the never-ending-well-of-good-advice. sarah n'sync is like no other in that she can dance, sing and photograph all at the same time as she spouts wondrous words of wisdom to her sacred tome (what she so irrevelently calls blog). well sarah, i hope that someday i may make it into that world that is so heavily guarded and maintained by flowery frazes's and rhymes o'plenty. godspeed you girly girl

don't none of you say that this post has no relevence 'the union' she happens to be hotty #299, called 'under 300' -- yeah baby!

Work and other travesties

2004-09-02T23:58:00.000+09:00

Yes, I do actually occasionally. Work that is, but now I am on break till 13 or so. It is now nearly 11 am. Please remember that as a quote unquote union leader, I must make sure that none of you do less work than I. If my responsibilities require that I actually do the most thinking, sitting and well, creating, I need the most time off from that which hinders the creative flow... work.

Take for instance the man on the road who holds the slow down sign. He is at work and how often do you see him with the chance to sit down. I am not skipping out on the fact that some times it may be a woman, I just happend to be speaking about the man right who is right outside the window, on the local road. Imagine if he were given just a nice comfy seat and perhaps a glass of tea? I am sure that cars would slow down right and quick and would endeavor (not work) to keep safe around him.

It is my duty, nej, my life's aim and primary purpose to break barriers so that we will not have to work as hard. And if we don't work as hard, the lot of us, then we can of course dolt on each other for other more important reasons.

Why have to blame work for everything?

Linda Minor

2004-08-29T00:53:00.000+09:00

well, nuff said to say that she was right. not about taste, certainly not, but perhaps in our convo, she was hinting at service. imagine myself, 1st speaker of "the union" sitting down in Destiny Tea with 2 cute girls and 2 extraordinarily handsome men in some sort of social outfit. well, we ordered 1. tea all around 2. noodles with pork chop 3. 1 toast with condensed milk 4. 1 toast with garlic.

you poor sods who have never had chinese toast are up for nothing though as you cannot imagine the thickness. forget texas and how texas white-person's, white toast is anything. forget that white bread is really air and crumbs, but try desperately to imagine the sweetness of condensed milk on top of crispy crumby air as thick as your little finger is long. yes, friends (which really is just sarah who reads this even though i dedicate this one to linda... so substitute sarah for friends) it was good.

BUT

linda was right. ten ren's has better service. no she did not say that, she spoke highly of the tea rather than the service, but it all goes hand in hand (like me and audrey). 1. the tea orders were fouled up no less than twice 2. the noodles - no sight of them except on the bill 3. we somehow got two toast with condensed milk -ordered just one 4. the garlic toast almost went to another table full of uni-aged girls from whom i would have had to retreive the thing... wait, perhaps that would have been a plus.

Double BUTT

i much prefer the pearl at destiny and well, the atmosphere minus the service is just hoppin' and packed and it is at times hard to hear... but if you are minus on the conversation, what matter?

thus,

You were right Linda. That does not make you necessarily better than me, but it does make you right up there on "the union" hit list. watch out baby!

The new official "The Union" movie is...

2004-08-24T17:03:00.000+09:00

Breakfast at Tiffany's with of course and you may have guessed... Audrey Hepburn. Yes and yes again, it is a mere 4am and I having finished watching it declare (as i do dare) that "The Union" will be officially Audreys until the time comes when I am ousted. HINT HINT, NUDGE NUDGE. But, be gentle when that time comes.

Here is the teary party. Read: tear (as in drop) and y as ine the double 'e' sound in the word been. No, not the American butchering of the word (Sarah - I believe we had this conversation once) where been mysterisly rhymes with sin, kin and lint (minus the T of course!) :)....

so, the teary part is this. I have less than 4 weeks to live in Canada for the next 11 months. While my life has been looking up to this moment, it is always when .... as many of you may attest ... the lip is reached that somehow from somewhere down deep is that fragile person screaming, whimpering or whatever. And that pserson does not want to say goodbye, but must. To office work, to official flirting (babys' you know you youz is), to elastic bands (Hamish and the evil John Pedlar of I'm sure Notthingham), to the crazy ANTI UNION folks - I will not ruin this site with the foul mention of the name andrew Gazaneo. Well.... hmmm, or at least I will not capitulize his surname. Wait, i've been (rhymes with keen) foiled again (ryhmes with gain, grain, fein, lane, grain, rain, spain, main(ly), plain, etc) In any case, Lyla, who as member 35709 said once "Nathan, why can't you just get to work?" ... EDIT - more than once said. I will get to work on packing and dishing it out to the cuties around the office once more. In these three weeks though i gots to shed this extremely masculine and becoming act. Boys and girls (I think I may go drag) I'm nearly outta here!

tease

she cannot be real

2004-08-20T15:49:00.000+09:00

You Are a BEAVER!!!

2004-08-20T13:53:00.000+09:00

So, I went to the job interview and the guy said one thing after it all...

"Well" he said, "You gots to remember one thing... You Are a BEAVER!"

and I was like, "I'm not a beaver!"

and he said, "you are a beaver, you are!!!"

and i said, "no man no man, I am not a beaver!"

Then he and the other guy said, "To the toilets, beaver"

and they stuck mys head into the toilets and then

"You are a beaver kid"

spurtle, sputter - "I'm no beaver man" sputtle "I'm not beaver"

Dunk Dunk, Gurgle gurgle

YOU ARE A BEAVER!!!

"I Am?"

Nods,

"That Sucks!"

Article 12, Clause 14a... Regarding Pets, Annuity and Pheremones

2004-08-20T10:27:00.000+09:00

Today, being a day like no other in that it is rather divided between the happy chilly morning hours when the sun is high and lunch is nigh and the rather dark, ominous and other cliche words that describe the night, has brougth to my memory the time when I was but 10. No, there were no similar circumstances nor was there any hint of that cute Japanese foreign exchange student named Minami hanging around our gardens. Rather it was in the noise of the ice cream truck that rolled about my neighbour's lot. Wait, that was when I was ten. Now, the ice cream trucks seem not to emit nearly the same volume in music, bur rather in tailpipe exhaust. In fact, the bloody one that snuck by my neighbour's house was too quiet to notice. A shame it it it was.

Speaking of stumbles, I've sometimes got a belief. It is not religion. Wait, where were we again? Ah yes, this one goes out to all the cute girls who have ever participated in any of "The Union"'s activities. Wait, at this point I expect that anyone reading might here question what the purpose is to this blog.

Thus, I do desire to quell any doubts that this blog has anything to do with well, anything.

Right, there are of course: Sarah's, Kimiko, "gfgghhhmjv,nngbd" - sorry, that was my friend Louis' neice Ainsley. It was my cousin Ainsley!? I think. Right, she never participated in "The Union" but still, where was I again? Ahh right, Tania, Linda, Robyn, Millicent, MEL, (Well, for now I will call it quits because my 'neice' is palying with the keyboard - I will finish it later) Cheers for now, I will finish this list.. Unfortunately, the list of course will be very long as it seems that every girl that has participated in "The Union" is quite inextricably cute ;).
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My Ode to Sarah D.

2004-08-13T03:09:00.000+09:00

She has been my cure in days when I am not Happy
She is always laughing and that makes me Happy
When I cannot change my shorts, she says my Legs are Skinny
And that makes me to Laugh and Embarass myself

But I do not Cry because I see that she is Happy
Which whittles away all my feeling of Crappy

She is so sweet

That I am now Happy to not do My work, to which this Poem Attests.

To find my Fake in this world

2004-08-12T02:18:00.000+09:00

is it that hard? i suppose i could believe in anything really. such as the fact that this blog in fact may be the worst blog in a pile about 2 metres thick. think about it really. however, introspection is valuable and so... though this is rubbish, it does make me smarter. i will not give my former name, though i may slip some hint that i am not nor ever was Howard the Duck.

and that i like bubble tea
senbei

swedish meatballs

corn

girls with glasses and dark hair

what?

dear me, that last won was strange...

You are good... but

2004-08-11T08:02:00.000+09:00

Really, what is the world on about? Can't we all just get along? I mean, here in this office is actually the group who though unnamed, tout the anti-"The Union" attitude. I suppose that we will let their roots rest for a bit. WE ARE NOT ANTISOCIAL. We are not slackers, perverts or anarchists - well maybe one is, but she moved. We exist for you of course. Sometime, take a look at our constitution.

Briefly, I might explain that roads are too long, straight and distant from the houses. No, I don't like the noise of traffic, but no one does really. That is of course, no one who has not been polluted enough by cars that he/she cannot remove him/herself from toxic environs. Listen, all we have to do is make the streets tighter, but have ample room to walk along the sides. Make loads of busroutes and heaps of buses and basically by way of conjestion, outlaw cars. How many times does just one person fit themselves into a car (pollution included) and hop down to the nearest (what I mean by near is in American terms - one block and everyone else - within a kilometre or two) store, laundry etc and use their four-wheeled smoker? Too often. Constrict the width of the roads and do away with killing-your-kids'-futures that are driven by nearly everyone.

In fact, you may even discover that those two fat stumps below you are worthy to move you from place to place and don't cost a yen, pense, ora, penny to operate.

However, here is the hypocratic moment... if I met a girl with a car, well... that would be nice. :)

what? not a soon-to-be-mush rant/blog?! dear no, from this moment on i will not even use capital letters if I can remember to not. Or ... i mean... or we could slice the rest of the world's cars and lories in half like in japan. I've given up on this whole small letter business. Hmm... there seems to be a bit of nonsense packed in here. Wil...l... have... to work...it OuT... nuff

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are you deft?

2004-07-23T09:05:00.000+09:00

No, in short I am not. In fact, I have no fear of being labelled any of the above (with or without singular indicators).

Since no labels exist above, let's forget about the whole thing shall we? It is conference time at TACF, a place blessed wonderfully by God. In fact, my sister an I are getting along quite well after 8 years here and if you had asked, no, I don't think that would have been possible without Divine Intervention. But then there is the issue of work. It has been too long of course, and really, you'd have to be daft to not realize it is your time to go (leave that is). I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes. Or is it bones? No, really, I am not deft. I can hear in recordings what perhaps my co-worker (who may or may not have 20+ years on me) cannot. But, does that mean I am deft? Rightly, this whole post has been about nothing other than badminton, naturally. You can ask any of my fellow badminton clubbers that actually, my skills are far from deft. I have 3 raquets, two are yonex. I use no capitals in that sentence because both raquets are the sub-100$ type. In fact, one is after tax, a mere 2/3 of that. The other one is a Fleet. Not a FLEET, because not even one exists that I know that would require caps. Caps in that case would be perhaps a 300$ plus racquet. And what would I do, I who disgrace even a 53$ 8200 light do with one? Certainly not play. Well, not any better than now. It would be far too much power in my hand (right). The most expensive and (and perhaps durable at that) raquet that Fleet manufactures is 170$ CDN up to 200$. Well, mine is the 4/7 part of the last price type. It is incredibly Sexy, though not entirely SEXY. That is, it is not 80g with strings that ring in well over 30$. But the grey mesh speaks for itself. Yes, that mesh is titanium and well, if you are a fisher(man/woman) then you will be thrilled of hearing of any sort of net.

Good evening to all of me that is still fractured. Today was looking through old photos, and my first girfriend as well popped up there. I guess just looking was enough to say that somehow I miss her still. Those photos are now in the dustbin. Which is where some memories though good need to remain. So, it took me over 2.5 years to do that, is that a measure of loss or what? I am not deft in healing 'guess so.

From what you can imagine, this has not had much to do with "The Union" to which I belong, but I promise you that despite I have not mention that we "have" 37509 members, we are graceful to the "little guy" -- who happens to be Dave Pietre in this case, but in other cases, it may be someone else.