Monday, June 29, 2009


I’ve been partying pretty hard for Michael Jackson every night since I heard the news, so I’m exhausted. And still sad. I loved Michael Jackson. He was mindblowing. He took pop artistery and performance to extreme, complex, unbelievable levels. No one else has gone there since then, and that’s the end of it.

Deaths of icons are bizarre and disorienting. They highlight the importance of shared culture, and the power of celebrity and performance and art. At one point Michael Jackson’s voice and body had half of the world in hysterics. What kind of a human being is that?

Sunday, June 21, 2009

By the way... is the best movie poster I've ever seen. I am guessing this is not what the poster looked like in America. Confirm/Deny please.

I tried to take a photo of myself making this face but I couldn't do it and my cheeks are sore from all the effort. That might be why Nicholas Cage is more famous than I am.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Can't Stop

Maybe it's all the summertime going on but Julie's post sums it up for me.

This is where I came from:

This is where I am:

I don't think the world even believes anymore in the particular kind of love that I have for Oregon. But I am up to my knees in Tokyo like quicksand.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

I stay out too late

because, Sundays.

Anyway, I drew this and I think it's awesome. You feel me? I wish I could show you in person. I think I took this photo wrong somehow because the proportions look a little different.

I know a guy who's always loaning me the greatest 60s rock DVDs. A couple of weeks ago he passed me this pirated DVD of rare promotional videos the Beatles made back in the day. It was unbelievable and so that week's eggs were kind of the Beatles. I tried. Paul McCartney was the only successful one I think. Anyway they were kind of cute and certainly delicious.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Current Events

1. I saw a cockroach FLY across the supply room at school yesterday and land with a little *thwap* on the side of the copy machine. But I was really cool about it, I just stared at it for a minute and then kept cutting paper. I am the picture of cool.

2. I was not the picture of cool on Thursday when I dropped my act during a private lesson and told the guy where to go. Sorry guy, I just don't need the cash bad enough to sit there smiling patiently while some dull businessman talks to me like I'm an idiot. I guess now I know once and for all that I would never have been a good hostess.

3. I am being followed by vomit. Yesterday there was puke on the floor on the Chuo train. Then when I got off the train I almost stepped in puke on the station platform. Then I was walking up the stairs to the Saikyo platform and a girl walking up the stairs in front of me stopped, slumped over, and puked. That's three pukes within 15 minutes. I went to bed that night (novel!) and before I fell asleep, I heard someone puking on the street outside. Four pukes. Four pukes in a day.