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Presently

buildings and wires

We live in an apartment on the fourth floor of a pink building with a dinosaur on the side. He’s a mascot for the laundromat downstairs.

Next door is a “Girl’s Bar,” in a black building so close you could reach out our bedroom window and touch it. Must be a tame locale–we’ve never heard any music, laughter, or shouting.

Just around the corner is a blue building with an Okinawan food restaurant, where we speak Spanish to our Japanese waitress.

There’s a partially-covered highway just down the street, and we use it as a landmark on our long, winding runs. A sort of homing device.

We’re about 2 blocks away from Makuharihongo station, and at night we can hear the trains passing in the near distance, going “shk-shk-shk.”

Spanish meets English meets Japanese meets French

Across the street is a French-style bakery named Elefante, where we get sandwiches for picnics with friends, or sweet buns and pastries on lazy weekend mornings.

There’s a grocery store, a convenience store, a dollar store and a discount liquor mart, all within a one-block radius.

It’s a small, sleepy commuter suburb, but it has everything we need. It’s our little corner of the world, and it’s perfect.

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My Whole Life

One of those pairs of glasses was stolen

“Tsundoku”

"Sexual Knowledge" courtesy of Sperry

積ん読

some finished, some not

Noun

~OR~ Way Unfinished Homework

“(informal) the act of leaving a book unread after buying it, typically piled up together with other such unread books” (from Wikipedia)

mostly half-finished

I stumbled across this word the other day and read it aloud to Chad. He didn’t say anything, just looked around our apartment.

short stories, for short stays

If nothing else, it is comforting to know that I’m moving to a place where the language accommodates so specifically my exact mania.

 

Kanpai!

Chad-o with cigarette

Went to Monterey for the weekend. On our way home today.

Monterey is like our Las Vegas–we don’t really eat or sleep and drink too much and stay up late doing wild things that we almost can’t believe or explain to ourselves the next day. It’s just the thing that happens when we are here together. And it’s fun as hell.

hazardous chemicals

Except this time we are also talking long-term, professing powerful feelings, and studying Japanese. And that is a different kind of fun.