- I have lived in a different place each year. Never very attached to any.
- I have changed my career almost every year as well...I have actually become attached to one finally.
- I am very very close to my family. Fiercely loyal and overprotective.
- I miss Japan.
- But I miss my father's homeland more.
- I became someone different in NYC...it took me two years to find myself again.
- I found a person I love more than myself.
- There are people out there who will love you for every flaw, every quirk, and every eccentricity. Never EVER settle for less.
- Make sure this person is as put together career, financially, etc. as you are. If not you will shoulder everything.
- You should never feel like you are shouldering everything.
- Balance. Career, Health, Interests, and Family.
- Never stop applying for jobs...ever. You can always grow.
- Balance a checkbook.
- Breakdown your finances and live accordingly. There is no point in indulging and building a fake life.
- Exercise. 2 to 3 times a week hopefully.
- Diets are temporary fixes...restriction never works. Change everything, substitute accordingly, and eat pizza if you want to once and awhile. Your young...Live!
"It seems life is constructed in a way that no one can fulfill it alone
Just as it's not enough for flower to have pistils and stamens
An insect or breeze must introduce a pistil to a stamen
Life contains its own absence, which only an Other can fulfill
It seems the world is the summation of Others
And yet, We neither know nor are told that we will fulfill each other
We lead our scattered lives, perfectly unaware of each other
Or at times, allowed to find the Others's presence disagreeable
Why is it, that the world is constructed so loosely?
A horse fly, bathed in light, flies in close to a blooming flower
I, too, might have been someone's horse fly
Perhaps you, too, had once been my breeze"
I have this thing about New York City. I love it there, love to visit, love to impose of my friends who are still there, yet I am glad as hell to get out when I did. I spent the better part of five years stumbling around downtown and spending money. The main reason I even got out was due to the fact that the 1.) the recession was hitting hard and I hated my job in a sinking company, 2.) the ridiculous cost of living in a box, and 3.) the level of pretension and discontent that was oozing out of the people I knew there drove me crazy. I feel like a fucking yuppie scare monger when I say that though.
However, I love love love some of the places I left. Here's a collection of musings on some of those places:
Menkui Tei (RAMEN):
I get it. everyone loves the shit out of Ippudo, I like my ramen without the side of pretension and ridiculous crowds. Granted every time I go to Menkui Tei it seems to be around Christmas and I need to fight my way through Radio City crowds to get there. Menkui Tei is small. A hole in the wall even, with limited seating and demure decorations. It's also normally packed with regulars and nearby neighbors. When they run out of stuff its also done for the day. OUT. It is, however, the best place to go for a nice steaming bowel of shouya ramen on a frigid December day. I love eating at the bartops too. It's a freakin OVEN in the summer though. Beware your seasons.
Yakitoi Taisho (izayaka):
It is what it is. An izayaka. If you're expecting glorious perfectly delicious food...it's a no go. It's a place to drink and get fatty food. Keep the ptichers of Sapporo going and get some okonomiyaki, kawa, and takoyaki. It's crowded as hell normally and you're all shoved one on top of another. But that' the charm of the place, you see what you get. It's one of the few places that I need to go to when I visit NYC every time. They make okonomiyaki in Philadelphia, but it's almost too perfect here. It should basically be a slab with crap thrown all over it with bonito piled high...which it exactly is here. The bacon is also thick as hell normally so chewing sometimes can be a problem. I love sitting at the bartop just watching them cook the food with a few friends.
Angel Share's(overpriced worth it bar):
$14 a drink is steep. It's really steep when you are around my age. Angel Share's is about the only place I am willing to throw down three rounds of this. Stuffed behind an unmarked door attached to a second floor Japanese restuarant, it's not a place to get wasted at (ah I miss you The Library), but rather sit, enjoy the company, and savor their concotions. The bartenders and waiters are dressed to the nines and meticulous with everything. I go for something sweet normally followed up by the oolong tea cocktail. There's a limit on how many in a party you can have (4 max). And during peak hours the wait can be ridiculous. I avoid it then and tended to go around the 5 o'clock hour. I hate standing and if I'm pay $14 a cocktail I want my relaxed ambiance. By the time I would leave at 7 you could barely squeeze your way out. I tip well here because...well don't be a shitty tipper and they won't run you down. Literally. If you can get a spot by the windows during a snow fall...YUM.
Kinokuniya (You can literally spend all day here):
Kinokuniya is like my home away from home still. I love ti dearly. The design from the outside, the layout inside, the adorable guy who has worked here since I started going and most of all the cafe upstairs. They have a fantastic collection of architecture and photography books upstairs as well as a stationary area downstairs where I have spent $8 on a single pen before. My little sister once picked up Murakami's "Underground" here for me and the shop girl went off on a stream of conciousness about the Tokyo subway gas attack and the Aum cult. Another friend left his wallet here and the cafe worker actually chased us down to give it back. Basically the employees are absolutely delightful here. And the cafe...packed during peak meal hours, but an amazing place to grab a pot of tea and watch the skaters in Bryant Park during the winter. Sometimes over run by teenage anime/manga kids though. Try the mango mousse (if they have it that day)....it's light and fluffy heaven. I've spent hours wandering the shelves, having some tea and sandwiches, and ending the day with a dessert.
- Tags~:japan, nyc
- Sounds:The Brillant Green - The Boy Waits For Me
Then, about a block further on, I picked up the sound of pursuit at my rear, plainly conducted on foot. My first, perhaps typically New Yorkese thought was that the cops were after me - the charge, conceivably, Breaking Speed Records on a Non-School-Zone Street. I strained to get a little more speed out of my body, but it was no use. I felt a hand clutch out at me and grab hold of my sweater just where the winning-team numerals should have been, and, good and scared, I broke my speed with the awkwardness of a gooney bird coming to a stop. My pursuer was, of course, Seymour, and lie was looking pretty damned scared himself. 'What's the matter? What happened?' he asked me frantically. He was still holding on to my sweater. I yanked myself loose from his hand and informed him, in the rather scatological idiom of the neighborhood, which I won't record here verbatim, that nothing had happened, nothing was the matter, that I was just running, for cryin' out loud. His relief was prodigious. 'Boy, did you scare me !' he said. 'Wow, were you moving ! I could hardly catch up with you!' We then went along, at a walk, to the drugstore together. Perhaps strangely, perhaps not strangely at all, the morale of the now Second-Fastest Boy Runner in the World had not been very perceptibly lowered.
- Airfare is a go
- Lodging not a problem
- Current status: Praying that auctioned tickets aren't ridiculously high...I have a feeling they will be. It will also be a war...of epic proportions I feel. GAH.
An email from my roommate:
i wish i could fast forward to the point in time where we have tickets and are getting ready to board our plane to the future destination of their concert
, Jun and Sho fans in our hands and a light stick in my other, with my hair freshly permed in honor of Tsukasa and my Hanadan outfit and Saturn necklace on.
- Sounds:Big Bang - Lollipop
Finally! All moved in. The last month has been sucked from my life with just packing, unpacking, storing, assembling, BUYING EVERYTHING, cleaning, and the all important budgeting.
But FINALLY it's all come together and I have a new apt, new job (which I still love), and big new fluffy couches. The only thing missing is the puppy at this point. And for the first Saturday in a long time I will have free time to go and browse Kinokuniya and stuff my face with okonomiyaki and yakitori. NOM....and probably spend too much money on books and magazines.
That being said. I'm in love with Eden of the East. It's been a long time since I actually enjoyed an anime. Enough with the vampires, giant robots, and maho shojo. Ah creepy dystopia.
"One koma inu always has a mouth that is open, the other has a mouth that is always closed. The open-mouthed lion-dog is named Ah, the other is named Un, or more properly, nn. "Ah" is the first sound you make when you are born, "nn" the last sound you make when you die. "Ah" is the breath inhaled that begins life, "nn" the exhale of release, the breath that allows life to escape. Between the two lies all of existence, a universe that turns on a single breath. Ah is also the first symbol in the Japanese alphabet, n the last. And so, between these two lion-dogs, you have have the A and Z, the Alpha and Omega. In the original Sanskrit, ah-un means "the end and the beginning of the universe; infinity unleashed
- Will Ferguson "Hitching Rides with Buddha.
The best nights are always the most simple. A bar stool seat at a yakitori place eating okonomiyaki, yaki onigiri, and stick after stick of various chicken parts. Copious pitchers of Sapporo later...a fine fine night. And yes it is always, ALWAYS, about the chicken skin. Emmmmm comfort food.
A cook who looks like bboy Katsu during his prime doesn't hurt either.
I'll miss you most of all proper yakitori. They have some in Philly, but frankly everything is designed to be perfect and it leaves me feeling like something is amiss. However, they do have a banging sake collection and shiny karaokee rooms. I'll come visit you often when I do my monthly pilgrimages back to Kinokuniya for magazines.