Texas Okra

Texas okra. Just to prove my claim "Yes, we really do eat okra."

Sayonara

Hello, hello. Happy Thanksgiving. The turkey is in my stomach, and my family has been in their "Turkey coma", so I had a chance to jump on the computer and start up the new blog. The new blog's name is Reconstruction in MA, and the link is also <-- over there in the sidebar.

Yes, things are changing... but I hope this isn't the last post on this blog. I reserve the right to return in the future. "Tokyo Top Down View" is my place for insight on Japan, and job permitting, more insight will appear at a future date. (That means I want to find a job where I am in Japan, at least as a traveller.)

But for now, gear down from Tokyo's urban zaniness and get ready for some New England countryside. Hope you enjoy the new blog.

Breakfast in America.. and Lunch.. and Dinner..

Sorry to keep you all waiting.. my plans got derailed. I brought the laptop to Texas for my Thanksgiving trip, but I didn't bring the battery charger. We'll see if I can borrow a computer for a couple hours to arrange everything for the new blog.


Fine reading material from the plane

In Texas, most things are how I knew them--no big change. There's a lot of empty space here.. and a lot of food. Luckily I found a good cheap pair of sneakers to work off the calories. Suburbia has very cheap shopping, even if every store has the same stuff...

PS Today I saw the movie "Borat." Very clever! I think all foriegners in Tokyo would enjoy it also. But I felt a little strange enjoying it. Many of the jokes are against the US-- especially the southern US, where I am from, and where I was watching the movie. But maybe I'm safe because it seemed like most of the audience didn't notice the jokes enough to be offended.

Boom, I'm gone

The weather in the Boston area is unseasonably warm, wet, and windy. Low, damp little clouds blowing across the sky. I'm sitting on the 2F of a farmhouse, windows open, and a breeze rushes across my leg as it props up the computer. The air smells of the old house's must, and also of grass from outside. This bedroom, double the size of my entire Nezu apartment, echoes from the sound of my typing, my Dad's voice downstairs, and the wind blowing through the trees outside.

On the flight here I couldn't rest--I thought a lot about Japan, my life, and what I want to do. I miss my friends in Japan very much. Where would I like to work? What job would I like to do? What is my goal for the future?

I don't know--except, I know, in the next 15 minutes my goal is to sleep. I've been up for 27 hours.

Coming soon: blog future, blogging as a coping mechanism, and "Reconstruction in MA"

PS More about Massachusetts.

alive.. and moving

I hate moving. This photo represents only about half of my life. The other half is meeting as many people as possible in the short time remaining, and living in denial about the upcoming departure from the country I've called home the past two years.

Word of the week: *gack* 

I'm alive! I'm getting sunburned in Palau. More to come later!