Sunday, December 3, 2006

My Own Blue Smoke

good morning...

(i guess it is 'morning' for most of my readers...)

(readers?!? what's wrong with me? it must be this movie...)

I have contemplated starting this blog for about 2.5 months...just before I arrived in Japan. There are so many crazy, ridiculous, insightful, disgusting, and curious things that I have seen in such a short time that I need a way to document them all. You know, for when its all over in a couple of years and all I can recall is what they served for dinner on the 14-hour ANA flight back to the States.

Anyway, everyday since I arrived I have experienced something that has made me say to myself, "wow, that would make a great blog post." What makes me qualified to judge a good blog post from a "not-one-of-your-best" blog post? My friend Acetaminophen...

(ugh, what's with me tonight?)

My friend 'A', does the blog thing...and by "does" I mean writes an amazing piece of digital blue smoke on a fairly regular basis. I read her work as often as it appears...most things I read twice because I enjoy them so much. Usually I am forced to stop reading about halfway through each post because I am too impressed by how clever her writing is. It actually jolts me a little...and my eyes cross...and I usually laugh...then I have to start over...Anyway, I only hope this drivel can be half as good as her drivel....

I guess this was a good way to start. Although...I feel everyone starts with a explanation of why they are starting...Maybe I should have started with a story from my first two months in Tokyo. I mean, thats what this blog is supposed to be about...my time here in Tokyo...

No. Im going to stop here.

o, and I like using the ellipsis...and I refuse to provide any explanation...

and it's Finding Forrester...

1 comment:

The Honourable Husband said...

I notice that the your first-week flickr album shows you visited Atagojinja. That was my local church when I lived in Japan. Great place, but you gotta be posh to pray there, apparently. I gather that live around there, too. What's the story?

HB8