My laptop sputtered, collapsed, and is now comatose, so now I have no computer at home and no internet. This means that when I go home, I feel the wrath of an abundance of time and boredom.
And so, I type this now from an internet and comic book cafe, feeling the cool breezes of the air conditioner and the sound of smattering keyboards from the speakers.
This particular internet cafe is the nicest one I’ve encountered thus far. It has leather couches near the front window, which means no smoky booths and squeaky seats for me today. The clientele also seems a bit more upscale. Fifty percent of the customers appear to be women (compare this to 10% in a normal internet cafe), and a man sitting near the front is wearing a rather lavish ensemble. His outfit is all-black with a collar bedecked in silver diamond-shaped objects and what appear to be large crystal jewels.
However, the computers are positioned awkwardly in relation to the chairs, and I have to lean forward constantly. My neck is in great pain.
But I guess this is the price I have to pay for a well-cushioned chair and a comatose laptop.
Lust struck in the bookstore once again. I twitched. I went a bit dizzy.
And now I have two new books in my possession.
To the left is Ume Kayo’s book of photographs, Danshi (男子), which I have wanted for awhile.
To the right is Dandelion – a book of photographs by Takahashi Yoko of actress Aoi Yu traveling through Russia on the Trans-Siberian Railway. (You can see some photographs from the book here)
Of course, Dandelion was purchased on superficial inclinations. Aoi Yu is very pretty, and the clothes, colors, & setting lull me into lip-biting whimsy.
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Working on a new project, so my floor and desk have fallen on gloomily disorganized days. Details soon.
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Saw ASA-CHANG&巡礼 in concert the other day, and how rare! I feel invigorated about music again.
asa-chang & junray performing in france:
…and a music video:
Since odes/laments to Michael Jackson are all the rage now, I suppose I will chime in with my own meager and makeshift words.
I have so many little mundane memories about Michael Jackson. I suppose most everyone does. Now is the time we can gather them all up and make grander assessments about what Michael Jackson has taught us about life.
For me, I learned that fantasy – in which sidewalks light up when you step on them and whales fly over your head – is far preferable to the constant disappointment of reality.
I also learned that I don’t really want to live in Los Angeles, especially not a mansion/amusement park/zoo in Los Angeles. My imagination is grandiose but perhaps not that grandiose & seeks a slightly more old-fashioned city like New York. Werner Herzog (♥) says he lives in Los Angeles for its substance and collective dreams, but I wouldn’t, and couldn’t, survive. Just like Michael Jackson…? (Up for debate)
Though, it would be kind of cool to have a zoo in my backyard.
Moreover, I learned that small actions that are respectful of other countries & cultures (and saying things like “I like bimbimbap” every once in awhile) are probably more important in creating global unity than what politicians can do.
Furthermore, I learned – perhaps unforgivingly late – that sparkly items of clothing are preferable to non-sparkly items of clothing.
And lastly, I learned that it’s better & far more remarkable to flounder around in search of an undiscoverable self – flirting with eccentricity and loneliness – than it is to attain a handful of yawn-inducing adjectives.
RIP.
This is the imaginary ethnicity’s coming of age ceremony attire. Green and purple are the usual colors for this ceremony (for both men and women), and woolly socks/tights are a must for every formal occasion, as it’s rather windy where they come from.
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My daily yawn:
Today is the day for summer midnight cleaning and thoughts about hair buns. Yesterday was my twice-a-year midnight bicycle ride.
This is an imaginary ethnicity’s traditional wedding garb. One day I will come up with a name for this ethnicity, perhaps also drawing all their traditional garments, constructing their language, writing an anthropology book…
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Delirious from a lack of sleep during the night, I made up some stories to explain some of my own sketches.
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I am slowly starting to stow away things that need to be packed up and shipped to America, and conclusions are a) I own more scarves than I do clothing, b) I am a paper waster, and c) I should probably stop my habit of reading five books at the same time.
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