January 17th, 2003


The 2:37pm of the soul.

You know you're going to have a hard time coming up with a business trip agenda when, after staring at your Word doc for ten minutes, you list your Group Activities as:

  • orgies
  • cattle mutilations
  • public hangings

Isn't it time to go home yet?

In other news, I went to the Asian market earlier, Uwajimaya. It's what all markets should be. You can buy colorful candy, shrimp-flavored crackers, eels, kimonos, plants, imported pens, books, sushi, decorated china serving bowls, and ginger shampoo. There's an adjacent bookstore, a deli, a Shiseido store, a bank, and a kick-ass produce section with cheap basil. And they sell roasted chestnuts outside the front door. They blerge (er, somehow that wanted to be both "blur" and "merge") into a food court where you can get all kinds of Asian food, including pastries and green tea ice cream. Some places serve tea in china cups, and soup in china bowls. And if you want you can watch sumo wrestling or strange Japanese children's shows on the TV while you eat.

I'm trying to figure out what to do with my time tonight. No Firefly, which sucks. And I'm giving my legs a rest from the gym. Hey, novel concept--I could write. Huh. Must think about that.