you are indeed an unknown genius. i just downloaded one of your mixes and my god, it is just the way good music should be. you know those moments, when you to a club (good clubs are quite rare these day anyhow) and the dj start out great followed by two to three savage tracks… then suddently, i get the impression that the dj just does not have the tracks to fill up an entire night. but you mix man, is just the way it should be! many congratulation man! i have bookmarked you site for sure

cheers from vienna,
p.

I’ll try reading again, in an altered state.

Gin is my poison of choice as well. I have a latin phrase book, I’ll let you know if I can figure out how to order a G&T in latin.

Hmm, why do I have a latin phrase book? Because English can be so boring. I use them in my signature file in my work email.

Jan

So me and my friends wandered around Roppongi, were accosted by about
50 different Africans to enter their “titty bar”. We ended up doing
Karoke instead, singing some chilli peppers, guns ‘n roses, and goo
goo dolls.

And I had one last question for you, if you don’t mind. Are the
Japanese pretty friendly if you approach as a stranger? I get the
feeling that people don’t want to be disturbed (more so than I’m used
to in Canada). Most people back home are pretty open to starting a conversation in just about any situation, but I get the impression that people aren’t very open to that here. Should I just go for it and hope I find a decent
person?

Thanks for kind comment and, erm, juicy heart… very flattered.

There is indeed very little worth doing in Roppongi these days. Even more so than when that entry was written, I reckon. Twice more so, for a “relatively young man” who might be looking for other such young men.

In that specific area, I guess a run to Shinjuku Ni-Chome might be of some interest to you. I am no specialist and have only been a couple times with friends (very long ago), so I can’t give you very up-to-date detailed tips, but I know “Advocate” is always a good place to start (and very welcoming to foreigners). From there, I’m sure a charming young man like yourself won’t have any trouble getting tipped on to whatever hip place du jour there is to be enjoyed. The places I went to were pretty easy-going and fairly mixed, but I’m sure there’s a large array of more dedicated bars and clubs to be found too.

Other than that, my only advice would be to just wander around with an open mind and enjoy the moment. Crazy things tend to happen easily in the streets of Tokyo. Try to check out random izakaias in busy neighbourhoods, as well as the parks (even at night, there are usually tons of people hanging out there in the Summer). Also Matsuri season soon too, pick up a jimbe and a beer and walk around whichever neighbourhood celebrates its matsuri on any given week-end of the upcoming two months…

Anyway, good luck and have fun!

Here’s the rest of the message:

You sound like a really interesting guy who’s both humble yet has done a looooot of amazing stuff. And yes, I am trying to flirt with you [imagine a big juicy heart here]

Do you have any advice for a relatively young man in Tokyo for the first time?

Dan

I enjoyed your list, but I think it needs one more item:
#100 Demolished Angela with a verbal Kamekameha wave which incidentally wiped out a few solar systems on it’s way (yes, I love making ridiculous DBZ references, so what!)

You sound like a really interesting guy who’s both humble yet has done a looooot of amazing stuff. And yes, I am trying to flirt with you

I have zero fear of needles. I use them several times per day. Being opiod dependent, I gotta get some form of opiate into me every six to eight hours. Usually it’s morphine or heroin. However much I welcome a needle, I’m not over indulgent with them - no needless poking around or lingering with needle in arm just for the hell of it. Just in and out - efficiently used to get the job done.

Funny though, I’m not the least interested in having a needle go into me for a tattoo.

What’s the blogging platform? WordPress?

I believe there will be more returns to activate what must now be called the Angela Email Notification System, previously known as “Dave Makes Another Cool Comment”

This is worrisome, as, like a phone number you don’t give out freely, you don’t want just anyone calling.

So please, Angela. ..Dorks and Wankers may upset you when you come across them here on AOL. But some of those nerds like that Gates fella are probably able to get as much “Boobs” as their 150 foot, streamlined ocean-yachts can carry.
So don’t be so dismissive. Maybe there is a nerd you will look at differently now. *wink*

Anyway, what I’m really trying to say is..this Dave guy seems pretty good with words, and you don’t. And it’s not gonna end nicely, as you already sense, I hope.

He will say something…then you will say something…and my “inbox” will be filled with notifications…and it’s just a no-win for everybody.

Like a dog that thinks people are other dogs, you don’t realize that you are way in over your head here and are staring at the gaping maw of Hell, as we speak.

As long as you are getting some and your relationship(s?) are awesome thats enough men to be in contact with for now. Let us “Computer-Dorks” masturbate ourselves into a frenzy like rhesus monkeys at a Cialis lab, and you take care of the face to face stuff over there.

Woah, “Sperms of Endearment ” is on Spice..gotta go!

Although I must admit I am a bit baffled as to how you got to end up on this page (well, ‘beats me how you manage to operate a computer and browse the internet altogether, but): you obviously haven’t read a single line of this website and anyway, let’s face it, it has little to offer to you, seeing how I rarely give hair dying tips or gossip updates on Paris Hilton’s latest adventures.

Just to clear up some confusion, I am not the one living a miserable life in Japan, teaching English to innocent Japanese bystanders: you are. A fact that would send shivers of horrors down the spine of my ever English-loving third-grade English teacher. My occupation, albeit certainly dorkier, allows me to live a pretty happy and fulfilled life, with very little scouring the internet for random blogs to leave nonsense-ladden hysterical comments on. It even leaves me time to get laid, if you can imagine. Actually, I’d rather you don’t: your slightly morbid obsession with my personal sex life is creepy enough as it is.

By the way: “you got boobs”? big deal. I have something else, if you want to play that little game. But – and I hate to steal the bread from the myriads of professionals who will no doubt make a healthy living off discussing your issues during billable hours one day – I reckon you might want to look no further for the root of that little anger-entitlement problem of yours… Look, I am absolutely sorry that you may have recently found out that “having boobs” does not constitute, in itself, a very highly regarded proof of accomplishment in life (at least not outside of the 4am last-call Roppongi bar market)… You will have to get over it someday, and yelling your inarticulate anger at random people over the Interweb, surely isn’t gonna help.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a freshly rented stack of porn DVDs to go watch.

So here goes:

Angela dearest,

Thank you so much for raising concerns about inherent personality flaws of mine that might perspire through this page. You are so right. By the way, how did you know I have an introspective crisis every time I drink a bottle of milk? It got to a point where I had to switch over to coffee in the morning, to stand any chance being on time at work.

I am happy beyond words that this display of my neuroses might somehow bring about both sorrow and joy into your heart, but please, do not feel too sorry for the miserable state of my life and personality: I live quite ok with this on a daily basis. Ignorance is bliss.

Of course, I’d be tempted to say that you do not really strike me as a particularly happy person. Y’know, going ’round the net, posting inflammatory comments on complete strangers’ blogs… But I will assume this is just you on a bad day: reminiscing on a childhood without much hugging, long day teaching English to quasi-autistic Japanese OLs who think “shopping” and “housecleaning” make for valid answers to the “what’s your hobbies” perennial question, greasy salaryman trying to feel you up on the crowded subway… all that.

I will also make sure to keep your advice in mind regarding that whole “growing up” thing you mention, though something tells me, given your sunny disposition and outlook on life, that the “getting laid” part is more of a projection than a sincere wish upon me. I wish I could help you with that, but I do ok as it is and not really planning any trip to Tokyo this month. I hear Kabukicho has just the right places to fulfill your needs in that department, provided you dig the J-boy-with-mullet-hairdo type.

Anyway, so sorry again for subjecting your to that disgusting display of my most inner personality traits. I was pretty sure this page hadn’t been made mandatory reading to all internet users yet, but I might have missed the ruling. To prevent further disagreement on your end, I recommend you remain safely away from that thing they call “blogs” on the internets… I hear some people even post pictures of their cats on those.

i luv this

Coppi