Notes From Me
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004
The ramen shop guy has a kind of Buddha mouth that looks always about to smile. In other thoughts, looking for cognitive recognition is merely a cousin to bragging. It is also a mistake to seek spiritual acceptance, physical security and emotional verification. Last night's dream involved illicit wandering in an old, well-established university, then more of the same in a half-built structure (half rubble). There was much ascending and descending of wide wooden staircases with banisters (1st) and of ladders and drop-offs to jump from (2nd). Also, I had lots of pot, about four kinds but it was all low grade, unsmokable really. Kevin McLaughlin gave my a budlet of something worthy that I did not actually smoke or ingest in any way, then the apartment with the huge Siberian huskies. When there were only two, a female and a male, the proper muzzling had to be done lest by morning they both turn into out-of-control, movie style serial killers. So, correct discipline (though I don't belive in muzzling) of fundamental instinct prevents the wielding of an imbalanced appetite. Perhaps. In a few ways, Japan is a good place for humans to live. Not the least being that the government provides excellent basic education (for everyone, imagine) and also the government here does not cyphon off of its own people for its imperialistic purposes. I was surprised but happy that almost everyone here uses cash for money- no check cards, almost no checks or credit cards. And there is almost no crime, neither individual to individual nor people to public places. So, very few police. And, friendly police. Holy shit this couple just downed two enormous bowls of ramen plus the equivalent of a 22 of beer in about four minutes. What if every ramen shop required a specific style of eating that you had to figure out or else they 1. shot you with that hypnotizing light gun from Looker. 2. gave you more and more ramen that if you couldn't finish you had to pay for everyone's. 3. let loose a few raccoon-dogs (inserted with microchips that informed them that you were personally responsible for their stolen wilderness) in your house while you slept. |
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Wooden boats, musical instruments and fireworks are some of the best inventions. And cameras. I don't believe in following any one person or set of ideas. There are tiny satiations like orchids along the viny forest floor, blooming unseen, more gorgeous than some could keep from weeping over. Whenever I see the occasional sun rise the colors always surprise me like the flavor of tahini in Holland. Subway cars make great rhythm along the tracks, as does wind in treebranches, the sound pattern of running engines, and sometimes clothes in a dryer. I like Sumerian poetry. Archives
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