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Entries this day: Dream Goals Skating Studying a_State_of_My_Life_Address delicious_nap yuuko zzzz Dream 7:50am JST Saturday 3 January 2004 My dream included a guy speaking to me in Japanese and I couldn't understand him, and then I realized that if I can't speak Japanese, but my dream is speaking Japanese, then probably it's unintelligible Japanese. But as I'm more awake, I wonder if I can access intelligible Japanese. Yamanote kept coming to my dream. The word in Japanese, not the thing. 山の手 permalinkGoals 7:46am JST Saturday 3 January 2004 goals for today:
Skating 8:12am JST Saturday 3 January 2004 This is the first day that I've gone skating in Japan. My skates arrived in Japan when janette brought them in September. But the first (!) time I tried to put them on, the buckle broke. That sucked. Twice, Carla and I have planned to go skating (she'll bring duct tape; I'll bring my skates) and twice it has rained on our scheduled day. The weather is traditionally clear around New Years in Tokyo and today that holds true. Clear and cold. As I walked to the train station, with my skates in my big rolling suitcase, I noted that in Houston or Dallas I would either drive with my skates to a place and skate, or put them on at my residence and skate from there. The latter was usually my preference. That equaled skate now. 11:11am JST Saturday 3 January 2004 Got to Carla's around 8:40 and replied to 裕子's good morning text; the first we've talked in 2 days then dinged Carla's intercom. Duct tape worked just fine to hold my skate on. I was a bit worried at first, but I completely had no problems while skating, even doing some jumps and tight turns and all the silly stuff I like to do. Skated around her extended neighborhood, including the edge of Chinatown where my mom and Jon and I hung out one night. She showed me where a lot of skate video had been taken and told me that Clayton is wanting to edit the video, but doesn't have a fly enough computer to do it. I wonder if my computer could. (secretly I just want to be in a video / be inspired to make my own video / have access to a camera that can take video and relive the hilarious fun times that Fred, Pete, Katy and I all did back in the day) On the way down from the backstage of their video lot (which completely describes nothing like what someone else would call it) I gained some speed and then saw that after I turned a corner I would have to descend some big stairs. "Wuh oh.." but I was able to make it down without dying. We skated near Sakuragicho and near the roller coaster and big ferris wheel and World Porters, then near Landmark Tower, next to which is a cooooool art thing that looks like a hybrid roller coaster / Matrix sentinel / metal snake. VERY climbable. (except for legal issues) I left my camera at Carla's house though. (*) --- She showed me graffitti wall and pointed over to a building, "Benny lives over there." Graffitti wall is about 600 meters long maybe and has hundreds of sections about 9 square meters that people have painted. Some sections were obviously old with paint peeling, and some were new to Carla, so probably within a month or two old. Many sections had the former images still visible along the top, as if recent artists don't have chairs to stand on when they paint. Her favorite image reminded me of tribal face painting of people indigenous to the land where I used to live, and reminds her of Japan. My favorite looked like a 1970s disco hip hop hybrid guy with big hair and big pants and tiny waist. - - - - We shared stories and yammered about whatever we saw during the adventure. Good times. (*) to the tune of A Tribe Called Quest's song. permalinkStudying 8:36am JST Saturday 3 January 2004 Yesterday in class I wrote hiragana and then kanji + translation on the other side of flash cards. Then on the next flash card the て form conjugation of the words. To study today, I'm going to write many verbs plus their many conjugations. That's where I've been getting way stuck in class. Verb vocab and conjugational prowesslessness. permalinka State of My Life Address 12:06pm JST Saturday 3 January 2004 State of My Life Address
delicious nap 3:17pm JST Saturday 3 January 2004 I took a delicious nap in the sun by the river; slept about an hour it seems, even with people talking sporadically around me and trains rumbling loudly by on the bridge every few minutes. My bicycle slept under my knees, serving as my pillow. My backpack slept between my legs who served as my computer's security guard. My phone was having trouble sleeping and woke me up with a message from Yuuko saying HI. I didn't reply and went back to sleep for a while and then was woken up by a man singing boldly in Japanese, some traditional Japanese ballad (? I have no sense of music vocab) he sang to the river. At that time, though it was still warm, the sun was checking its watch to see if it could shut down for the night and I figured I'd prefer to wake up while I was warm than while I was cold. End on a high note (sung to the river). On the way back, I saw Miho (actually she saw me first) on the bridge; she was going shopping with her mom. Nice that she has the day off. Got mad at a guy who got in my way as I picked up speed down the other side of the bridge. Realized I was really just mad at the crowded Japanese world. And maybe mad that saying HI to Miho was such a facade of genkiness but no apparent content - no hug, no ... anything but HI, but more HI than just "hi" ... it's just the Japanese culture. But the nap was still delicious. permalinkyuuko 11:52pm JST Saturday 3 January 2004 Yuuko and I went to dinner. First place was closed and we paid a dollar to get the car out of the parking lot though it had only been 5 minutes. Second place has a buffet that I think I'll visit again soon. Rented a movie on the way home. The Tuxedo starring Jackie Chan. I figure it's a better first movie than seeing Kill Bill with Miki. After the movie we talked. She typed something into her dictionary and said I was often "seriousness," which she has told me when my brain goes to mush-mode wondering wtf I'm doing in this situation with a cute woman whose heart I fear I'm destined to break. (janette, I know, grrr; I hate it too, but this is my truth right now.) She reached into the far reaches of her brain to come up with English to say essentially the following: "I watched your journal; some I can understand. is your girlfriend mad?" (why did you write about kissing me?) I explained that I had to be honest with janette. That though I could have chosen not to tell janette, that would hurt my heart and make me cry. I further explained that honesty and ほんね are really important to me. I said, "please don't tell me あたため," (Japanese for the officially stated position, designed to keep people from being mad at each other). She was really happy to hear me say that and gave me high fives. Then she dropped a big question. First in Japanese which I didn't understand at all, and then in English. What do you think about me? Wow. I explained that I want to get to know her more. I explained that I want kiss her but I can't because I have a girlfriend. (?) That I shouldn't have kissed her at Hakkeijima. I explained that I try to kiss too soon in relationships. (!) (!) all this was a good challenge to communicate with 7A English. "What do you think about me?" I asked of her. She explained that I was her first foreign friend and that she wants to get to know more foreigners because she doesn't like Japanese; she explained that Japanese hearts are too small. (I imagine she's describing what I call Japanese holding all their emotions in.) I'm like, eek, so basically you're a virgin when it comes to foreigners. Holy shit that scares the crap outta me. I went back to serious mode. - - - - My brain had gone to mush. In the best Japanese I could muster I said basically, "Now, my brain is an eraser." {いま、私ののうはけい しゴムです。}I consulted her dictionary and entered "fate" and she said she understood the term. I grabbed a shiny gold (color) 500 yen coin (enough to buy a small lunch) and said, "Sometimes, my brain is an eraser. Right turn, left turn, I don't know. But this [coin] knows." {ときどき、私ののう はけいしグム。 左まがて右にまがて、わかない} I flipped the coin. "Ah, right turn." {ah 右にまがります。} I recognized I had one serious flaw in my plan. I could not just flip the coin and make it choose if Yuuko stays (to talk) or goes (now). She is a human with her own wants and needs. "Now, what do you want to do? Talk or go?" {いま、何をしますか。は なします、いきます?} She answered in English, "both okay." Perfect. "Okay." (this word is now Japanese as well) "Flower is talk. 500 yen is go. Okay?" {花は話します。 五百円は行く。わ かた?} "Okay." "Understand?" {わかた?} "Understood." {わかた。} I flipped the coin. Missed it and it landed on my leg and fell on the couch. "Sorry." {ごめね} "No problem." {いいよ} I flipped it again. Caught it, flopped it hidden onto my other hand. "Okay?" "Okay." I uncovered it. "Okay, it's byebye." {okay byebye です。} I gave her a hug. I mentally hugged my angels. One day I'll be able to say what I need instead of relying on a coin. - - - -
(?) janette and I have decided to break up after she comes here. Actually we are broken up now, but she'll choose not to have sex with me if I have sex with anyone else, so I'm using "I have a girlfriend" as a front to keep myself from kissing and risking going further with women I don't really know yet. permalinkzzzz 1:09am JST Sunday 4 January 2004 I'm reallly tired, basically falling asleep as I eat my snack that I bought from Three F. My State of My Life entry is not yet finished, and neither is the Yuuko entry, but I'm going to bed anyway. I got 80% of the list of things to do done today. permalinkprev day next day |