Expensive (380 yen one way) and inconvenient (who goes from Osaki to Shinonome? (except me)) though it may be, the 10 commuters in Tokyo who ride to and from work on the Rinkai Line get to ride a train that's nearly empty and free of the human zombie sardine cans that is JR, Metro and Toei!!! I LOVE you random private underused train line, you!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Happy Beau-day
Beau's 25th at Junkadelic, the last day of a dizzyingly hot August and the end of the workweek, good friends, strangers who became new friends, guacamole and margaritas. Recipe for a perfect party.
Blue steel and the ladies
"Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?"
more slurpees, please
I liked the banana frozen margarita the best, but I would like to go back for a few more pitchers to confirm this.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
spot the bug
up on the 35th floor of our government-subsidized high rise, a surprising variety of critters find their way to the balcony plants. How did this twig worm make it up here? Inch by inch, floor by floor? Or was it chillin' as a wee larva in the basil/peppermint/parsley plant at the Viva Home garden center, not expecting such an uplifting experience once it came to?
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday afternoon clouds
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere...
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere...
Monday, July 16, 2007
obi
the three-day weekend started with a typhoon, followed by a wedding, Rocky Horror karaoke, new aquamarine earings, Harry Potter on the big screen, heavy-duty apartment cleaning, and ended on an earthquake.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
rain drops, gardenia
the first bloom of the summer.
dedicated to friends John and Akiyo, who are getting married today.
dedicated to friends John and Akiyo, who are getting married today.
Monday, July 02, 2007
issue No. 1
my commute recently got longer by about thirty minutes.
Thirty extra minutes for me to enjoy my new subscription to the New Yorker!
Moms and early birthday presents are the best.
Thirty extra minutes for me to enjoy my new subscription to the New Yorker!
Moms and early birthday presents are the best.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
my town
Been almost a year since I and sisterpod moved to Shinonome.
Since then, one new high-rise condo has opened, another is built and awaiting its grand opening, and a third has broken ground.
It feels like Belltown, Seattle, circa 1997. Cranes everywhere!
Now all we need is a Starbucks on every corner♪ but to start with, just one is fine.
please....
Since then, one new high-rise condo has opened, another is built and awaiting its grand opening, and a third has broken ground.
It feels like Belltown, Seattle, circa 1997. Cranes everywhere!
Now all we need is a Starbucks on every corner♪ but to start with, just one is fine.
please....
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
new shoes
luckily there is a store near by with shoes my size. More expensive than most, but shoes are something that I really do not mind spending a little extra on. Painful feet are not fun.
The red peep-toe pumps are mine; the rainboots are Ai's.
The red peep-toe pumps are mine; the rainboots are Ai's.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Silvie 1991-2007
Silvester Brown. Silvenheimer. Silvio. Silviepoo.
Such a pretty face, such a sweet kitty.
Out of all the family pets, she was the most peaceful. Very level-headed. Aside from the occasional hair ball, nothing much bothered her. She was fearless and took no shit, especially not from the neighborhood dogs and vets wanting to poke her with needles.
I think that is why, when I think about her weak and unable to take care of herself anymore, I get really sad. Because that was so counter to who she was.
This little specimen of elegance graced our lives for almost 17 years. Thank you for your company, Silvie.
Such a pretty face, such a sweet kitty.
Out of all the family pets, she was the most peaceful. Very level-headed. Aside from the occasional hair ball, nothing much bothered her. She was fearless and took no shit, especially not from the neighborhood dogs and vets wanting to poke her with needles.
I think that is why, when I think about her weak and unable to take care of herself anymore, I get really sad. Because that was so counter to who she was.
This little specimen of elegance graced our lives for almost 17 years. Thank you for your company, Silvie.
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