What's better than snuggling up in a new, fuzzy blanket?
Nothing.
The defense rests.
Blanket from Muji-Rushi.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Comforted
What's better than snuggling up in a new, fuzzy blanket?
Nothing.
The defense rests.
Blanket from Muji-Rushi.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Alienated
10 adjectives I've completely made up to describe the experience of watching the Blu-Ray version of "Aliens" on my new home theater system last night.
Cameronrific
Ripleyfying
Blu-razing
Hi-fine
Alientastic
Sigourney-Weaverizing
Science-Frigging-awesome
Hi-Definitely-worth-it
Extra-Terrestrial-sensational
Abadabbadadabbada (the noise I kept making as my brain melted from the sights and the sounds)
Cameronrific
Ripleyfying
Blu-razing
Hi-fine
Alientastic
Sigourney-Weaverizing
Science-Frigging-awesome
Hi-Definitely-worth-it
Extra-Terrestrial-sensational
Abadabbadadabbada (the noise I kept making as my brain melted from the sights and the sounds)
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Thwarted
Ah, technology. You constantly find ways to ruin a Sunday.
As a birthday present to myself, using an unexpected Christmas work bonus, I got the deal of the century.
A beautiful Marantz home theater amplifier for a fraction of its original cost.
It was delivered bright and early this morning, along with a couple of Blu-Ray DVDs that I had bought to blow me away with True-Dolby sound this Sunday afternoon.
Eagerly, I ripped open the packaging, cleared (a lot of) space on my shelving unit, and placed the behemoth gently in its new home.
Only to discover that my current, cheap-ass home theater system uses stupid proprietary speakers that have their own special jacks.
Currently, then, I have a lovely, beautiful, hi-fidelity bookend on my shelves.
Look like someone's using the rest of the Christmas bonus on new speakers.
Here's my new shiny behemoth. Below it, as an example of scale, is the amplifier that I had been using up to this point. And which I guess I'll still be using for a while longer.
As a birthday present to myself, using an unexpected Christmas work bonus, I got the deal of the century.
A beautiful Marantz home theater amplifier for a fraction of its original cost.
It was delivered bright and early this morning, along with a couple of Blu-Ray DVDs that I had bought to blow me away with True-Dolby sound this Sunday afternoon.
Eagerly, I ripped open the packaging, cleared (a lot of) space on my shelving unit, and placed the behemoth gently in its new home.
Only to discover that my current, cheap-ass home theater system uses stupid proprietary speakers that have their own special jacks.
Currently, then, I have a lovely, beautiful, hi-fidelity bookend on my shelves.
Look like someone's using the rest of the Christmas bonus on new speakers.
Here's my new shiny behemoth. Below it, as an example of scale, is the amplifier that I had been using up to this point. And which I guess I'll still be using for a while longer.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Burned By The Midnight Oil
Usually, my east-west jetlag is much worse than my west-east. This recent trip back to the motherland has proved the exception, however. Last night, night 5, was easily the worst so far. Knowing I have an 11-hour work shift today with three two-and-a-half-hour lectures, I climbed into bed at 11:30 PM, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Only to wake up at 12:45 AM.
And remained awake.
The. Rest. Of. The. Night.
A lot passed through my head in those long seconds, minutes, and hours as I watched the clock tick by from 12:45 until 7:00 AM, when I had to get up and trudge, zombie-like through the streets and subways of Tokyo to my workplace.
Things I thought about at some point of the night included:
1. Is my apartment building haunted? Conclusion: I don't know. Possibly. If it is, then my ghost is very well-behaved, settling for gently opening a single cabinet in my kitchen from time to time.
2. What kind of work does my new neighbor do that he comes home at 3:00 AM and immediately does not one, but THREE loads of laundry every night? Conclusion: I'd rather not know, but it might explain where the ghost came from.
3. Should I get up and go to 7-11 to buy a snack? Conclusion: I couldn't be bothered, instead settling for a very stale cookie someone gave me as a souvenir from their trip to Thailand. In October.
4. Do I find Lea Michele from "Glee" attractive? Conclusion: From 1:00-3:00 AM, yes. From 3:00-5:45 AM, not really. 5:45-6:00 AM, easily the most attractive woman who has ever walked the face of the earth. 6:00-7:00 AM, when I finally awoke, sometimes.
5. Is that a U.S. nickel I can see on the far corner floor of my bedroom? Conclusion: Possibly Canadian. From my bed I couldn't tell if that was Thomas Jefferson or Queen Elizabeth stamped on it. That probably says unflattering things about both of their profiles.
6. How long will that guy in the big Mercedes stay parked in the street with his motor running? Conclusion: I guessed 45 minutes. Actual elapsed time: 2 hours, 5 minutes.
7. Would I feel more comfortable if I were wearing wool socks? Conclusion: I would.
8. Do I feel like getting up out of bed to fetch wool socks? Conclusion: I did not.
9. What is the largest piece of furniture I would be able to pick up and throw through my window? Conclusion: None of my windows are wide enough for my bed, so it would probably be the bookcase I keep my DVDs and CDs in.
10. Will I ever fall back to sleep again tonight, or will I be an absolute shambles in the office tomorrow? Conclusion: the second one.
*Sigh*
Only to wake up at 12:45 AM.
And remained awake.
The. Rest. Of. The. Night.
A lot passed through my head in those long seconds, minutes, and hours as I watched the clock tick by from 12:45 until 7:00 AM, when I had to get up and trudge, zombie-like through the streets and subways of Tokyo to my workplace.
Things I thought about at some point of the night included:
1. Is my apartment building haunted? Conclusion: I don't know. Possibly. If it is, then my ghost is very well-behaved, settling for gently opening a single cabinet in my kitchen from time to time.
2. What kind of work does my new neighbor do that he comes home at 3:00 AM and immediately does not one, but THREE loads of laundry every night? Conclusion: I'd rather not know, but it might explain where the ghost came from.
3. Should I get up and go to 7-11 to buy a snack? Conclusion: I couldn't be bothered, instead settling for a very stale cookie someone gave me as a souvenir from their trip to Thailand. In October.
4. Do I find Lea Michele from "Glee" attractive? Conclusion: From 1:00-3:00 AM, yes. From 3:00-5:45 AM, not really. 5:45-6:00 AM, easily the most attractive woman who has ever walked the face of the earth. 6:00-7:00 AM, when I finally awoke, sometimes.
5. Is that a U.S. nickel I can see on the far corner floor of my bedroom? Conclusion: Possibly Canadian. From my bed I couldn't tell if that was Thomas Jefferson or Queen Elizabeth stamped on it. That probably says unflattering things about both of their profiles.
6. How long will that guy in the big Mercedes stay parked in the street with his motor running? Conclusion: I guessed 45 minutes. Actual elapsed time: 2 hours, 5 minutes.
7. Would I feel more comfortable if I were wearing wool socks? Conclusion: I would.
8. Do I feel like getting up out of bed to fetch wool socks? Conclusion: I did not.
9. What is the largest piece of furniture I would be able to pick up and throw through my window? Conclusion: None of my windows are wide enough for my bed, so it would probably be the bookcase I keep my DVDs and CDs in.
10. Will I ever fall back to sleep again tonight, or will I be an absolute shambles in the office tomorrow? Conclusion: the second one.
*Sigh*
Friday, January 7, 2011
The Divine Ms. Emma
Now aren't you happy you checked in with me today?
This is Emma. Emma is my parents' dog. She is exactly as wonderful as you are imagining she is.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
A Slight Return
I used to write in short, sparse sentences. With an economy of words and language. A flow that I found refreshing, and pleasing to the eye.
A few simple words that could convey so much. Dreams, and thoughts, and desires.
Here's to conciseness and clarity in all its forms. Here's to truth through language. Here's to a slight return, or a return to slightness.
A few simple words that could convey so much. Dreams, and thoughts, and desires.
Here's to conciseness and clarity in all its forms. Here's to truth through language. Here's to a slight return, or a return to slightness.
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