Wednesday 29 November 2006

A wake for 小杉

I went to a Japanese wake tonight, for someone very senior who helped to get me out here.

We don't have many words to adequately describe the situation, because we hate talking about it. But death is the same for everyone, everywhere.

Here's to you, Kosugi-san. You gave us a great start. I'm honoured to have been there.

Tuesday 28 November 2006

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I wish I knew someone called Marion in Belfast...

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The Harajuku boys compete with some of the locals for daring, out-there fashion

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This is the spacecraft driver's official hat.

Like the Queen's crown it weighs a ton. And is mostly shiny.

Sunday 26 November 2006

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The cool kids in Harajuku -- they were hanging back from the "Lolita Gothic" ones... it's scary that these names are starting to mean something to me now....

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...as a wish list. But it's a really nice place.

There were also some great ones on this board. I'll see if I can borrow Fluff's picture of the one about poor Mildred... You'll understand when you see it...

Tuesday 21 November 2006

Time for the good stuff to be got

Dave B — my erstwhile Celtic counterpart — has planted the seed of a plan in my head. It involves going to Melbourne for a conference next July (marching season, I know).

Because I shared a house for nearly a year with a Melbournite, and because my natural disposition is one of swearing and drink, it reminds me of the existence of good wine, great bullshit, and warm evenings, punctuated by cool breezes and summer jumpers.

I miss holidays right now. But I know things will get better.

Turin Brakes: Full Of Stars is keeping me sane. That, and the thought that everyone I know is okay.

I hope I'm not out of touch...

Sheer fear

I've lost touch with people who I love more than life itself.

This terrifies me.

Neilo and Si were my best friends by far — by far! — when I was in England. Now I have to compromise my job just to get enough time to call any of them.

This is nuts. I hate it.

I love this country, and the people here, but I've got to assert a better life. I don't even have a place to live cos of the collective fuck-ups of my uni and the agencies here. I'm fed up of *that* aspect.

Give me strength. I know it'll be worth it :o)

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