I am teh awesome
I finally have something that is worthy of an LJ entry.
Gut and I are going to Tokyo for a week. We'll be leaving the 24th of March and coming back the 4th of April. We'll be staying with Mike Jorgenson and potentially Ch00k. If there's anything you would like me to bring back from Japan for you, feel free to ask and throw moneys at me. I promise I might see what I can do.
When I spoke to my parents about this, the first thing they said was, "What are you going to do there?"
Gut and I had already come up with a response to this. Granted Gut was not there when I was speaking to my parents, but the response was still valid: "Eat sushi and play video games."
"But you can do that here."
"But here is not Japan."
At this point their heads imploded at the brilliance of my logic. I was raised on high by 500 Hesitan virgins, covered in gilded raiments, placed on a throne encrusted with jewels, and was given the title "Most Wittiest of Them All". The jewels were pointy.
In the real world, my parents just gave me incredulous looks.
Why is such an itenerary considered odd? What happened to going somewhere for the sake of going there? Now things have to be planned, organized and structured in such a way that every last modicum of time is accounted for and labeled "amusing". Why is it strange that I just want to go to another land, wander around and see what I come across? I was told by my parents that I would be missing out on the "culture" of Japan. I ask where is the culture of a country? Is it in museums and landmarks? Partially, yes, but is it not also in the streets, in the billboards, in the graffiti, in the air, in the earth, in the trees, in the phone lines... The list goes on. London is not Paris; New York is not Los Angeles; Minneapolis is not Tokyo. It seems that once again, my parents and I have failed to connect. Ah well, such is life.
Gut and I are going to Tokyo for a week. We'll be leaving the 24th of March and coming back the 4th of April. We'll be staying with Mike Jorgenson and potentially Ch00k. If there's anything you would like me to bring back from Japan for you, feel free to ask and throw moneys at me. I promise I might see what I can do.
When I spoke to my parents about this, the first thing they said was, "What are you going to do there?"
Gut and I had already come up with a response to this. Granted Gut was not there when I was speaking to my parents, but the response was still valid: "Eat sushi and play video games."
"But you can do that here."
"But here is not Japan."
At this point their heads imploded at the brilliance of my logic. I was raised on high by 500 Hesitan virgins, covered in gilded raiments, placed on a throne encrusted with jewels, and was given the title "Most Wittiest of Them All". The jewels were pointy.
In the real world, my parents just gave me incredulous looks.
Why is such an itenerary considered odd? What happened to going somewhere for the sake of going there? Now things have to be planned, organized and structured in such a way that every last modicum of time is accounted for and labeled "amusing". Why is it strange that I just want to go to another land, wander around and see what I come across? I was told by my parents that I would be missing out on the "culture" of Japan. I ask where is the culture of a country? Is it in museums and landmarks? Partially, yes, but is it not also in the streets, in the billboards, in the graffiti, in the air, in the earth, in the trees, in the phone lines... The list goes on. London is not Paris; New York is not Los Angeles; Minneapolis is not Tokyo. It seems that once again, my parents and I have failed to connect. Ah well, such is life.