The Events of the Now...
I've just got to stop singing. It's not that karaoke is any less awesome than it was yesterday, it's just that the more I go, the less I remember about having gone. And the less I remember, the more I suspect that I may have done something foolish.
Events of the past week or so include but are not limited to:
A weekend in Osaka congratulating Mark and Aya on their happy news. A trip to the DMV and violent Mexican/Australian drunk dining. Then a bout of sling shot battle with explosive shot and an RC-car.
Continuation of classes, now with even more Chance-centric education. My student all know about Penny Arcade and Batman now. Next on the list? "Board Game crafting."
An abysmal night of sweet sweet roller hockey, which only proved that while I skate fine, I can't handle the puck for shit.
The aforementioned karaoke, a cap to a night spent in the company of of Toyooka International Association peeps and not enough food to soak it all up.
A new Japanese prime minister! Who knows how Fukuda will fare in the wake of Abe's chaotic reign?
15-20 hours of Baten Katios Origins.
The realization that there is NO source of rootbeer in the greater Tajima area. NONE.
Renewal of my Japanese Drivers license, in the photo of which I have managed to replicate the smirk of my original photo precisely.
The rental-or-purchase and rewatching of Vanilla Sky, Die Hard with a Vengeance, and How to Steal a Million.
Me on a Microphone as the English-speaking MC of the 6th Annual Tajima Sports Festival in Toyooka City. Despite my having to improv a lot of the "translations," things went pretty well over all. Hot scores: HellRaiser and VirtuaFighter4, from Luke and Jarryd respectively. Now all I need is a working VCR and a Playstation2.
An evening wasted yanking on a hex-key and trying to break Grip-tite's fierce deathlock on my Code-1 axle. These things are indoor use only from now on.
The Return of GARETH!
And that's it for the run down. I am still paying off a plane ticket to America, and trying not to spend so much time out and about being spendy, but for some reason (I suspect the back to back three-day weekends) things just keep happening. Without being positive, I think there maybe some kind of rocking and rolling happening this evening, and that it will be light on the wallet strain. That is the kind of thing we need right now...not extensive trips to the big city and violent excursions the to local version of Shidax.
Geoff Flickr'd some old photos he got from Mairead the other day, and really made me feel old. I don't think I am in any worse shape than I was in senior year of high school (almost certainly I am in better shape now), but the way your flesh hangs ten years along is invariably different. I am counting myself lucky that whatever reunion occurs, i won't be there to have this fact thrown in my face over and over again. I admit the fascination that comes with remembering people who are no longer part of my life, but I don't know that I could bring myself to look upon them and realize that whatever else might be true, the truest thing is that we are all dying.
Delight on a Tuesday.
I have sitting on my desk about 400 pages of journals, diaries, and writing exercises to grade across all three JHS grade levels, and I am writing down what happened to me on my pre-equinox non-vacation and how I feel about getting old. May the Gods of Productivity have mercy on my soul.
Events of the past week or so include but are not limited to:
A weekend in Osaka congratulating Mark and Aya on their happy news. A trip to the DMV and violent Mexican/Australian drunk dining. Then a bout of sling shot battle with explosive shot and an RC-car.
Continuation of classes, now with even more Chance-centric education. My student all know about Penny Arcade and Batman now. Next on the list? "Board Game crafting."
An abysmal night of sweet sweet roller hockey, which only proved that while I skate fine, I can't handle the puck for shit.
The aforementioned karaoke, a cap to a night spent in the company of of Toyooka International Association peeps and not enough food to soak it all up.
A new Japanese prime minister! Who knows how Fukuda will fare in the wake of Abe's chaotic reign?
15-20 hours of Baten Katios Origins.
The realization that there is NO source of rootbeer in the greater Tajima area. NONE.
Renewal of my Japanese Drivers license, in the photo of which I have managed to replicate the smirk of my original photo precisely.
The rental-or-purchase and rewatching of Vanilla Sky, Die Hard with a Vengeance, and How to Steal a Million.
Me on a Microphone as the English-speaking MC of the 6th Annual Tajima Sports Festival in Toyooka City. Despite my having to improv a lot of the "translations," things went pretty well over all. Hot scores: HellRaiser and VirtuaFighter4, from Luke and Jarryd respectively. Now all I need is a working VCR and a Playstation2.
An evening wasted yanking on a hex-key and trying to break Grip-tite's fierce deathlock on my Code-1 axle. These things are indoor use only from now on.
The Return of GARETH!
And that's it for the run down. I am still paying off a plane ticket to America, and trying not to spend so much time out and about being spendy, but for some reason (I suspect the back to back three-day weekends) things just keep happening. Without being positive, I think there maybe some kind of rocking and rolling happening this evening, and that it will be light on the wallet strain. That is the kind of thing we need right now...not extensive trips to the big city and violent excursions the to local version of Shidax.
Geoff Flickr'd some old photos he got from Mairead the other day, and really made me feel old. I don't think I am in any worse shape than I was in senior year of high school (almost certainly I am in better shape now), but the way your flesh hangs ten years along is invariably different. I am counting myself lucky that whatever reunion occurs, i won't be there to have this fact thrown in my face over and over again. I admit the fascination that comes with remembering people who are no longer part of my life, but I don't know that I could bring myself to look upon them and realize that whatever else might be true, the truest thing is that we are all dying.
Delight on a Tuesday.
I have sitting on my desk about 400 pages of journals, diaries, and writing exercises to grade across all three JHS grade levels, and I am writing down what happened to me on my pre-equinox non-vacation and how I feel about getting old. May the Gods of Productivity have mercy on my soul.