Another nerd-rec: there is a comic book shop with a rather unassuming exterior near the restaurant, but inside it's kinda like the TARDIS in that it's way huger than it looks and full of shiny things & amazements. Picked up the first printed issue of Nonplayer by Nate Simpson ( Read more... )

A few days ago I realized I let my 6-month anniversary with Londinium go by unremarked...not too broken up about that as I don't really tend to make a fuss about those things, but it's interesting to look back at my paper journal and compare the state of things now to back in September.

( rambly ramblings all introspective and shit )

In my little Japanese coastal adoptatown of under 9,000 people, I could make me a bowlful of delicious, greasy, spam-fried ramen for dinner, get a monstrous craving for ice cream afterward, and satisfy that burning physical need by walking 10 minutes to the Circle K konbini. Any time of the night. It was 8:30 in the evening when I stepped outside ( Read more... )

Why did you leave meeeeeeee D ( Read more... )

( to be submitted to the Hack Gender project - link and all the nitty gritty after the cut )

There's that humidity upon whose absence I have been so foolishly remarking. Oh summer. I haven't missed you at all 8|

Here's to two months of constant oily breaky-outy skin and nothing I own ever being free of damp. If you need me I'll be vacuum-sealing and packing away all my nice clothes.

It's May 18th, just hit 5:30, and the air is cool and light and the rice bunches in their silvered fields barely tip the surface. And I have been nested in my hobbit hole long enough to know that this is slightly odd, that the view from my window should look a shade greener and the few dragonflies who've nearly clipped my head in the past week ( Read more... )

This term my class load is exactly half what it was when I first started teaching at Tinytown's senior high. The BoE is none the wiser because I still have the bare minimum of eight classes listed on my weekly schedule; in reality I am teaching for five periods out of every five-day span. Three first-year English classes (same course, different ( Read more... )

The ichinens were all agog over my necktie-skirt today, partially because the girls have come to the conclusion that I am pretty otokopoi (boyish) and it's a special enough occasion when I wear a skirt, but one that I MADE? Craziness :T

And apparently, because the other first-year class Tomo-sensei teaches had their seats switched around, our class ( Read more... )

The season of mists has come to this coast. The air's heavy, and easily provoked by winds that know nothing of constancy. It smells like another spring when I take the short-cut back through the forest's edge, squelching across soggy loam and sprawling vines that have reclaimed the old road for now. Except spring had a fresh tang, not the wet ( Read more... )