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Having a drink with Tracey in 思い出横町
Month: April 2005
桜！
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Mayor Ishihara Thinks the French Can’t Do Math
It is usually pointless to pay any attention to whatever offensive comment Shintaro Ishihara manage to spew with regularity, seeing how he makes little secret of his goal to alienate about every single non-Japanese human being on the planet. The fact that he is the Governor of the greater Tokyo area makes it all the more pathetic.
His last display of xenophobic moronism, though, did manage to make me laugh in disbelief quite a bit.
Redesign in Progress
Started playing around with a new layout for this blog.
Not the final version by any mean…
I had to separate the redesign in two phases. This is only the first phase: structural changes.
Second phase (actual theme change) will come later, when I’ll be done with the coding and can concentrate on finding inspiration (I cannot code on mushrooms: just doesn’t work).
Rie in Aoyama
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Jeremy took this interesting shot of Rie smoking a ciggie during our afternoon’s wine and cheese in Aoyama Cemetery last Saturday…
This WE
飲み過ぎた (hangover)
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昨日は面白かったね！
あの後も、少し離れた場所でミニマルテクノのフリーパーティーやってたよ
DIY
Japanese ATMs: if you like it rough…
Like most people here, I have an ambivalent love relationship with Japanese ATMs.
I mean, who doesn’t love their ubiquitous salaryman-foodstamp dispensers: after all, they are lovable, sexy and incredibly serviceable.
Until night falls, that is. At which point they suddenly emerge clad in leather, whip you into submission, make you bend over and ram your every orifice, strictly foregoing the use of any lubricant.
Which, come to think of it, does remind me of a few ex’…
Ahem. Anyway.
Japanese ATMs are sometimes very convenient. For example, despite living in an über-residential neighbourhoods where most of the locals are either dead or not too far, and banks an unheard-of commodity, I only have to walk a hundred feet from my door to the closest ATM-equipped combini.
