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Taking care of Tutu aka Psycho-kitty, while T. is on her monthly booty call trip to Australia…
Pretty Cool Feature
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Just found the 写連 feature on my phone, that lets you take 9 pics in
quick succession. Really nifty. Too bad emails can only send 6 at a
time…
Here as a test, a few frames from some VJ stuff running on the PB…
Failed by Technology
Now… Since you are reading this, and probably other blogs too, I think we can safely infer that you belong to that category of people who get their secret kick out of hearing how miserable other people’s lives are.
Don’t pull that innocent face: you know who you are.
And I don’t blame you.
I’m with you on that one: sure, fuzzy pictures of playful kittens might bring some warmth to even the most hardened seaman‘s heart… But only the news that some stranger at the other end of the world is having a really shitty day can bring true, lasting, peace of mind. Why do you think I have my PubSub keyword watchlist set to include “I cut because my life sucks” and “suicidal thoughts”: you never know when somebody’s unhappiness is gonna come handy to reinforce your own precarious sense of happiness…
With that knowledge, allow me to humbly feed your shadenfreude with this little story of tragi-comical woes in the land of technology…
We are talking movie material here.
Local celebrity
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Ran into Shinjuku’s infamous TigerMan…
Except today, he was riding a bike and seemed in a hurry to get somewhere. Probably late for a tiger conference or something.
Museum
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If you are into human bodies peeled and sliced at every possible angle, in every possible direction… then the exhibit at Tokyo Kokusai Forum is for you.
DJ Tutoring and New Keitai
Sunday, I took my roommate Eriko on a record-shopping spree in Shibuya.
The principal goal of our expedition was not for me to pack up on yet more records that I will probably have to leave behind when I move, but rather to help her get started with her career as a world-renowned DJ.
People coming over and asking you to “teach them how to DJ”, is pretty much par for the course whenever you start playing outside of your bedroom. This is how everybody get started, this is how I got started… You pick a DJ you know or that you particularly like and humbly go asking for advice and guidance.
DJ’ing, in that respect, still holds much of that old “master-apprentice” tradition that you get, both in western and Japanese craftsmanship.
But enough with the Mr. Miyagi bullcrap: Eriko didn’t turn to me because she was blinded by my turntablism wizzardry and had a striking revelation in the middle of a dancefloor. Rather because we live under the same roof and she couldn’t help but become increasingly curious about the pleasure I seemed to draw from playing with all these colorful knobs in my bedroom.
Note: If you didn’t grin stupidly upon reading that last sentence, you are way too pure to be reading this blog and have probably lived a very sheltered life so far.
Anyway, after explaining that she probably didn’t need to get the full Midi keyboard and TB-303 kit just right now, I gave her the usual drill. In a nutshell: “Sure, go for it, but not with my records, please”.
Hence the trip to the store, hence the last two days spent enduring the same continuous soundtrack of mismatched beats from the same two records for hours on end…
Passion Fruit!
Subway Ad
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Quizz of the day: what product is this ad pushing?
Combini Update
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Bonus point to the first one who can guess the new flavor of the month as featured here on a box of Kit Kat and a bottle of Fanta…
Cheap Dinner
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In this place, if at the end of your meal, you can hit the bull’s eye out of three darts, you pay half price… Nearly got it…
E. and I decided we’d train at home and come back….