First thing: there is now a static page entirely dedicated to Spam Karma. Among other things, it will always contain the current version number as well as links to other relevant piece of information.
Now that we pretty much got Spam Karma 1.x nice and stable, it’s time to get ready for 2.0!
Below is what I have more or less already planned for it, please feel free to add your own wishes, desires and suggestions in the comments.
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I think the only reason I can stand the freezing winter in Tokyo (ok, freezing is a relative matter, but let’s just say it’s much colder than Tanzania right now) is the fact that it is sunny all along: that does make a big difference.
Great light for pictures.
The one on the right was taken right behind my house… I’ll let you guess what it is.
I was gonna post a deep and insightful post about life, death and the pursuit of happiness.
Then, I realized that the brand new Suntory winter-edition homebrew was on sale at Lawsons…
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Few people know that the natural color of the Japanese tatami is, in fact, green.
It is only with wear and sunlight that it becomes its trademark straw-yellow color.
All right, everybody knows that. Especially around here, where Eriko gave me her usual demeaning laugh when, upon my discovery that every patch of tatami that had remained covered by furniture so far, was much greener than the rest, I suggested mould.
Crazy stuff, I know…
Oh, and the free-falling posting rate? What can I say, critical sense is a bitch.
Seriously: once you start actually wondering twice whether what you are about to type is worth the time, or if you shouldn’t instead run to the local combini to see if they got any new seasonal flavored beer… that’s the end of it all.
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After a week camping on and off at my house, Kristy and Tara are back on the road… this time they are doing Eastern Europe before heading for Latin America… Good luck and see you soon girls!
When I am taking visitors out and they start on the whole tired “Tokyo is like Blade Runner, without the flying cars” thing, I usually just nod and take them to Shinjuku Nishiguchi… Making our way toward Sakuraya and its floors upon floors of useless electronic gadgetry, before taking a sharp turn into the insanely narrow backward recesses of 思い出横町 (Omoide Yokochou: Memory Lane).
Impossible not to experience at least some level of self-sufficient ‘bet-they-don’t-mention-this-in-lonely-planet’ pride when you walk through that über-authentic remnant of post-war Tokyo, trying to catch your breath amidst the carcinogenic fumes of kushiyaki barbecues and slaloming between drunk salarymen and people sitting at the street-side stalls in an alley that is barely big enough to walk with your arms outstretched.
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