Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Homepage Facelifts and My Last Week

Hey yo. So it is now wednesday of what is really my last week at work. Next week, I am technically working but will spend monday tues and wednesday cleaning my apartment (Read sleeping late and playing video games,then scrambling on wednesday).

I still havent finished my annual report nor my august version of News I, the newsletter I have to write. Curse you charley for your innovation! If you read this drop me a comment now and again! and seem to have both spit out brand new designs yesterday. A List Apart is perhaps the more important of the two, but the facebook change looks a lot slicker and more professional - did you know they are funded by the CIA? Did I post about that? I think it's funny.

So this week I am teaching my boss HTML. All his bosses keep coming up and telling me he is too dumb and won't understand but he's got the basic idea down within 2days and we are going to start work on the nissen page whenever he finishes faffing and comes over here to work on it.

Last night dropped Alex's car off for him in Mino. about 90 mins away driving,took the midnight train home. The midnight train stopped in the Mishima station and then didnt start again. They kept asking us to wait a bit longer and finally like an hour and a half goes by and they come down the aisle and ask me and jackie to take a cab, which they paid for. Apparently the train broke. Result is, it's 230 and we're in a taxi about an hour from home and I ask him could e please drive us to jackies apartment instead of to the station, cuz it:s not much farther and the other guy in the ab has to go to Saijo so its kinda on the way. He put up such a fight, he wanted to leave us in front of a deserted train station at 3am, and us falling over exhausted. The station is about a 30 min walk from jackie's so that would have just been v irritating. I was like "Are you serious? There are no other cabs here, it's 3am dude, just take us to where we have to go I will pay you the extra 300 yen of fare." and he was like "I am supposed to take you to Niihama station, I have no soul, oooooooooooo....." and so I punched him in the face and he finally drove us to jackie's, wisecracking the whole time about how far it was. The other guy in the car was pissed. Bad manners? Maybe. But no choice, jackie lives 3 blocks north of the street he had to take to Saijo, I can't believe he had issues with that request. Whatever.

So now I am tired and my stomach hurts and my eyes hurt. Do I whine too much? I think so. AT least I got most of my shopping done. I just gotta get stuff for family now. Blah. Work. More later, presumably.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

The Big Picture: Corante > The Loom >

The Big Picture: Corante > The Loom >

Friday, August 19, 2005

dodgeit - free. receive-only. email. no set up. rss.

dodgeit - free. receive-only. email. no set up. rss.

way cool

Todd's Take on Japan: u t o d d p i a: Japan

u t o d d p i a: Japan

Todd was asked the barrage of socio-political questions that everyone living in Japan gets asked every now and again, and has compiled and answered them succinctly and honestly. A great read for some basic information on Japanese culture in the here and now.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Blog Update

Zach is in town. Met him in Osaka on friday. Spent friday night wandering, went to Nara on Saturday. Nara is amazing. There are hundreds of small deer that are completely unafraid of people, if slightly annoyed by gawking tourists rubbing them. If they smell food on you they will run up and chew through your pockets to get it.

In Nara is Todaiji. This means East Big Temple. I dunno about east but it is big. Photos as soon as I steal them from zachary. It is either the largest or the oldest wooden structure on earth, I forget which but could believe either. Just a massive wooden temple the size of the IX-center in cleveland (okay thats an exageration but youknowhatImean). Inside is a big buddha.

When I say big buddha, I mean that one petal of the lotus flower he is sitting on is 5 times my size. This is one big-ass buddha, sittin there lookin' all peaceful like. Next to him are other statues, not as impressive as they are only 3-5 times Zach's height. Some of these things were fierce - samurai warriors, or ghosts, or something, but these statues were ready to kick some ass. Again, photos as they come. If you go to Japan, go to Nara. Karen, sorry we didn't go there. :-D

Then back to Osaka for more wandering and a night ferry home to Niihama. Spent the first half of monday sleeping and the second half showing zach what there is to be seen across this town. That includes both temples and a few shrines. Stopped at hardware store to buy the stuff I needed to wire Jackie's phone line. Guess I managed to learn a thing or two from my dad afterall. Took zach back to jackie's, joshka and david came down and we had a great big dinner that I cooked (ok, zach peeled the shrimp) and some wine and watched Lost in Translation. I loved that movie before but like it so much more now. The only scene I don't like is that failed attempt at comedy where the absurd hooker comes to his room. But maybe it really is like that? I dunno, whatever. The film is great. It really captures the I-am-a-foreigner-in-japan experience, as well as the more elusive two-foreigners-interacting-in-japan experience very well.

The next day was mountain climbing. Jackie was somehow misinformed as to the affair and thought we were going swimming (that was perhaps due to vague instructions on my part?) so was a little confused in her bathing suit and flipflops when I explained it would be about a 2-hour hike to the top. She and Trisha hung back and walked in the river whilst zach and I tore up the big ass mountain and were rewarded with an amazing view. I had been up there before, but it was completely cloudy and I couldn't see anything. This time, I could see Niihama far off into the distance, fading into the sea. I got Z to take a photo of me looking off the cliff onto the city for my farewell shot in my final report. Again, will post shortly.

Today, zach explores niihama while I work. It is report writing day and my boss is looking over everything I have written. Lots of red ink. A combination of "tell your honest feelings about this year" and "egad you can't say that!" ensue. She knows I have been frustrated here, probably she reads my blog (hey there boss), so she is surprised to learn that I plan to do JET after this. She tells me most of the jets she knows are kind of sad and aimless, spending their best years doing work that isn't really anything but a delay of real life. I tell her it's good money and a chance to travel and she tells me that if I can't find meaning in life at home then I am not going to find it by leading an upscale lifestyle in Japan. I cannot help but agree. Her concern for my future is half touching and half sad, because I know she has her own regrets about her youth. At any rate I appreciate the empathy, being a whiney oaf and all.

Am finally starting to get the twinges of "...and then?" that I always knew would accompany my encroachment into The Future. Graduation in less than a year, and then? I guess grad school in english, but does that even interest me? I guess it does. Web design? Interesting for now. Meditation in a zen monastary? Ha, why not.

How are some people just interested in living life and others not? How do some people pick things and stick with them for 80 years, while some of us can't make karate practice twice in a month? Whatsit in me that makes me so damn unsatisfied and unsatisfiable?

Life is a mystery to me, but I am not altogether interested in solving it. Does that make me a bad person, fundamentally? Just the ultimate end of my fatal laziness, perhaps? Odd. Such emptiness. But they say that finding emptiness is difficult - perhaps I have an advantage?

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Blog, blog, blog your life, dull though it may beee...

verily verily verily verily I say unto thee...

I am not so sure where that is coming from.

Last night was my goodbye party from Nissen, it was a lot of fun. It wasn't just me, one of the managers got a promotion and is going to another office far away, and one of the women is getting married and quitting, and there are two new guys. So the five of us were the guests of honor and sat with the president of the company during dinner. Nice big dinner course, lots of booze, etc. Very tasty, a lot of people came to talk to me and ask me about my life and plans and etc.

We also each had to get up and say something in front of everyone. When it was my turn I gave a perfunctory thank you speech, it was all very laid back and casual atmosphere. Then everyone started asking m questions, wouldnt let me sit down. Best experiences, favorite things I did, etc.

Then the president's hand came up and he asks "How many girlfriends did you have in Japan?" to which I replied "Too many" and moved to sit but one of the other managers asked me "What are the main differences between japanese girls and american girls?" and I was like "uhhh" and then my main boss raised his hand and I was all relieved and he was like "Yes, we all want to know, please tell us."

At which point I said, "Sumimasen, nihongo ga wakarimasen." which means "Sorry, I dont understand japanese" and bowed and had a seat. It was fun.

After the dinner, one of the managers I didn't know too well kindly invited me out for drinks with some of the other guys and we had a good time. Some things about japan I will miss greatly.

Alison left wednesday morning. I am going to build her a website. At some point. For her art. At her goodbye party on tuesday night I accidentally used the old kendo shove on her and threw her across the parking lot. Then I accidentally hit jackie in the head twice with joshka's monk walking stick/sword. Hermmm...mayhaps I shouldn't be telling that story too loud.

TONIGHT, it being Thursday the 11th of August, I am going to hop (that means board) the ferry to Osaka with Jackie and we shall embark upon a quest to the great city. We arrive friday morning and spend the day doing whatever it is poor people do in Osaka. Then we go meet zach at the airport and take him out for a feast. Then the three of us find a love hotel (don't ye be gettin any ideas!) and spend the night in Osaka, then Saturday we catch a train to Nara.

Nara was the first permanent capital of Japan, before it moved to Kyoto and now Tokyo. At Nara, one can see Todaiji, which might just be the biggest and I am pretty sure is the oldest wooden structure in the world. Massive massive massive temple, the photos I have seen make it look like the sand crawler from Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope. There are also herds of wild deer there that chase after people. Sounds like a blast, ne?

So then in Nara we meet with Tricia and sleep in another love hotel (look, they're cheap, ok?) and then Sunday jackie returns to Osaka to catch a bus to Niihama. Zach and I, on the other hand, will buy a super train ticket in Nara and ride to Tokushima, which is on Shikoku. There we shall spend two days participating in a drunken dance festival. Everyone at work urges me to attend, they say if I dont go to the tokushima dance festival then the year is wasted. So that should be fun. I guess the whole they dance they sing "Fools are dancing and fools are watching. Both are fools, so why not dance?" It's a fair point.

So then monday or tuesday we catch a train from Tokushima to Niihama. The train system in Shikoku is kinda dismal, so itll take us a few hours to wind around from Tokushima to Niihama. By a few hours I mean a long, long time. Like 8 hours. But it's cool cuz we can sight-see and such.

So then zach and I will have a grand old time and then he will leave for Tokyo. By bicycle. Good luck with that, chief.

Anyway, that's a wrap. Stay tuned for next time on...

My Blog.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Swimming in the Pacific

...or, How to Jump Waves Whilst Antagonizing Surfers

So Jackie and I were sitting around watching lousy movies saturday morning and we had a conversation along the lines of:

M: I'm tired.
J: Me too.
M: Let's take Alex's car, hop the expressway down to Kochi, eat someplace really expensive, spend the night down there, catch the morning shopping market, then head west on Route 56 until we hit an appropriately attractive strip of beach, where we can stop to play in the water, then drive for hours and hours around the western side of Shikoku before finally stopping in Ozu to buy some crappy snacks and then catch the expressway home?
J: Yeah ok.

So we did.

It was pretty cool, there was a food/bar/thing called Jungri-La in Kochi where I drank imported european beer and ate some sort of shrimp-and-alligator stir fry. Then we went to an Italian restaurant and had pasta and pizza and a bunch of wine. Then we found a hotel and I crashed and was asleep relatively early though my parents called (ever notice people only ever call you right after you have fallen asleep?) and told me they were going to give me some money for the purposes of me having money as I wrap up my japanese adventure. Cool. Thanks parents, I shall use it wisely (and cut back on imported beer and alligator meat (Can you just see this image of me as some sort of crazed dilletante (did I spell that right?) eating alligator meat and expensive beer on a whimsical trip to the coast? That's so 1870's British Aristocratic Youngest Son)). Then I went back to sleep, cuz that's the best course of action in a strange city with limited time on your hands.

So next day, we went to market and it sucked so we stopped at dollar store and i bought some camo boxers because I had neglected to pack a swimsuit and my extra underwear was wet from me wading at the shitty beach fully dressed. Then we left Kochi and drove until we found a great little beach, I changed into my extra shorts and my running shorts that I had brought for the ocassion and went for a swim. The water was gorgeous blue, the waves were a few feet over my head and the temperature was perfect. Great time, great introduction to the pacific.

Then we drove and drove and drove and drove, with periodic stops at Conbini's for bathroom use and food.

We were going to go see Alison in Matsuyama but I was just too tired. So we didn't.

Then we watched Finding Neverland which was I guess okay but a little too warm-hearted for my cold-hearted sensibilities.

Look for Jackie's video blog to emerge some time in the near future. She just got a computer and is actually computer-savvy for someone of her generation. (snicker). She will likely get internet soon enough and plans to create a blog where she can post little 60-second film clips from her cell phone. We took a bunch on our trip. Could be interesting and funny. Might be shit. Will keep you posted, I suppose!

I guess that's all for now.

Oh, and I have a new plan. I would like to be a JET in Okinawa.

Friday, August 05, 2005


I am confused. Very existensial, teen-angsty sort of mood. Driven by various conflicting impulses as regards the nature of self and who I am and, to quote Lost in Translation, who I am supposed to be.

I feel sometimes as though I am standing on a razor-thin cliff and if I fall one way I land in a room with a thousand angry apes and if I fall the other I land in a room with an enormous bloated venomous snake, and everyone is standing around me shouting which way I should fall but fuck if I know who to believe and even if I figured out which option was preferable I have no way of knowing if I even have any influence in which way I fall. And sometimes the wind picks up. And its like everyone is talking about ethics and right and wrong and I just want to stay standing. I have made it this far. Maybe I won't fall. But that leaves me on an edge. In the end, do I face the apes, an exercise in identification, or do I choose the snake and a trial of solitude?

Or do I sit on the fence?

Told you it was teen angsty. I should put on some emo and cry about ex girlfriends while I am at it. Life is funny.

Are other people worth it? The vast majority seem worthless, and accepting that gives me a small shot of elitist sentiment until I realize that rounded up that makes everyone worthless and what the fuck am I? But I am worthless, so there must be something to life besides worth?

I am a solipsistic self-loving bastard with no center. I am the universe, callous and cold, with no boundaries. Where has this mood come from?

A poem (yeats not me, "The Second Coming"):

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Another, but I think Eliot might be a complete loser. But why not, the last three lines from his the love song of j alfred prufrock:

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

And what the hell, we are feeling arty, here is Matthew Arnold's Dover Beach. When I first read this I cried myself to sleep at night for a month. Seems a bit much in retrospect, but you know teenagers:
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Does this qualify as a dark romantic mood? Perhaps I should be reading Byron but that needs wine and a solid text in front of one. I should give Manfred a spin. Although, there is one...


I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.
...But, of course, She Walks in Beauty...

She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Love or death?

A photograph:

Karen took this. This is ritsurin park in Takamatsu. It is an image of what Japan would look like if haiku poets ruled the earth. As we all know, most of the haiku poets were destroyed in their last bid for world conquest, put down by gas station attendents and southern baptists, but they say a few remain and artificial manufactured peace may yet replace the artificial manufactured chaos we know today.

Me, I just liked the park.

So yeah, I am suffering from space madness. This is v odd. I am home a month from today. This whole year was a dream?

Zach comes in a week. That'll be fun.

What is real? What is worth it? Will you be my friend? Even if I don't always treat you right? I am learning.

What a sappy-ass post.

Thursday, August 04, 2005


Pharyngula::Bush endorses Intelligent Design creationism

so like, I was thinking. It strikes me that this is basically the age in which the future of religion is going to be decided. The more science I read, the more I see a growing disjunction between Science and Religion - Reason and Magic, as wiser men than I have called it. Not you, Dan, whoever you were quoting. But yeah, I think science has to win, even if it looks bleak right now. The more we learn the more the scientists can do and the priests and shamans can't. Mythology can't cling forever. Jon, this isn't even going as far as your imperative towards the scientific method - it's a pure value question and I believe straight-forward memetic evolution will sort it out.

Religious advocates are becoming, by necessity, almost antagonistic towards science - or at best ambivalent towards the processes that drives science.

By the same token, the scientific community seems to be putting up with less and less from the religious community. It's getting to the point now where one will have to chose a faction: either one believes in science, or one believes in religion. It didn't used to be like this - it was never a question of values. It used to be, "Yeah, I believe in God and God made the world and the world has physics, duh." So you could accept both using nice clean-cut second grade logic.

But now, there are certain values that are coming into question - and nothing illustrates this better than the "intelligent design" debate. The religious community must by default ultimately reject the basic scientific value, reason. I like how completely exasperated the author of the above-linked article sounds - the debate has moved from the theological speculative realm to a practical realm where, quite literally, a large portion of uneducated americans are insisting rather strongly that their children be taught lies. Intelligent Design is NOT a valid scientific theory, it's unfalsifiable, untestable, un-anything. It is a myth! I am not going to say that it is impossible that it is true; but to say that it is scientific is offensive.

So yeah, a value split. Are you there with God, the old white man with the beard and "holy water" on his breath, shouting down the scientists and damning fags and jews and censoring art? Or are you with the progressives, the godless, with value on truth and freedom and reason?

God, that is an old debate. Why am I just really feeling it now? I have been doing a lot of pop science reading, ever since Pinker got me started, and ya know what? They have answers for damn near all of it and they know what answers they need for the rest. I like the guy who said "What bothers me most about the creationists isn't that they are willing to believe a lie but that they are willing to settle for such a boring, easy lie. I mean, once we figure out How It Happened, the truth will be so much more astounding and beautiful..."

So yeah, I like that truth is knowable. Findable. Etc. I am with science. If you or your god want to come give us a hand, we could use the help on an AIDS vaccine, or ironing the kinks out of string theory. If ya'll just wanna sit around scratching your holy arses, well, I guess that's your prerogative but don't come near my kids, I don't trust you or your motivations.

Now, religion and LITERATURE, well, that's a different story. Catholocism is the single grandest work of art I am familiar with. If you want to teach creationism in English class I won't complain - though Milton is a better writer than, apparently, God, and I recommend Paradise Lost over Genesis, but ya know, to each their own.

Man, am I gonna become one of those really irritating people who are vocally against organized religion (pause for effect, as they do, when they say that, and looking at you meaningfully while giving you time to understand how clever their distinction between organized religion and non)? Nah, I don't think so, it's really not worth really arguing about or discussing (outside of your lit class).

Another article, a review of a book. I didn't find this too helpful but it has a few interesting thoughts in it Click.

So yeah, I guess science on my mind.

Here are a few more links for you:
3 Quarks Daily: Science, Lit, Culture Blog. Stephen Pinker's glowing endorsement.

Cosmic Variance: Science Blog, various social opinions thrown in for fun. Informal. Lots of useful links on the sidebar.

Devil's Details: Web Design Nexus. They notice little details that people have put into their pages, anything noticable or interesting. Cutting edge design ideas. Kinda cool.

So some good newws:

  1. Scholarships: Apparently I DO have three quarters worth of National Merit. Groovy. That leaves me with one quarter of college that was paid for by a mysterious unknowable benefactor. Maybe it was god?

  2. Job: I emailed my old boss Skip to ask if he had any room for me in his lab. He is in charge of the Digital Union, a primarily Mac-driven research center that is filled with prototype technology. He told me that, given the stuff I am into (web design, macs, photoshop) he might be able to find a place for me. Yippie.

  3. Internship: Oh hell, I will just write about my current activities after this.

So yeah, work is going okay. I finished with the chemical company on friday. Starting this week I am spending a month in the Main Office where I started, writing reports. Have been trying to come to terms with exactly what happened at chemical company and why the page isn't done. It comes down to this: my supervisor was supposed to get me new content to put into the page. He first set about asking for said content around the 20th of July. As opposed to, say, March. As of today, said content has not yet been put together. I have gotten the page as far as I can get it. From here on out they is on their own, I guess. I will of course go back after my report writing to teach him how to make websites. At that point, if he has gotten it all together I will show him how to update the page. If not, it really is not my fault. I harbor no ill will and now that the threat of deadline is no longer over my head I am not filled with the murderous rage that characterized my mood all summer.

Speaking of which, I should mention that Todd, next year's intern (not to be confused with our old todd), told me that he's been reading my blog. (hi todd!) That's cool and all but it begs the question where did he hear about it? I suspect from Charley and Charley from Pat or something like that so it's all cool. Actually even if he heard about it from my boss and she is secretly aware of it it's fine. The one thing that worries me though is that my posts of late have been none too flattering towards little old niihama or this little old kaisha. So Todd, I don't want to scare you off. I have been crazy frustrated at times, but if I had it to do over again I would still come to Niihama. I would just perhaps be more organized about it. Anyway read around and you will find (erm, I hope) that I also have plenty of nice things to say.

This has turned into a bloated little post, eh? Still, not as long as those I wrote in my glory days. 5, 6 pages at a time, ne? Sometimes up to 10? Can't believe ya'll read all this shit. Posting has been sporadic and sparse of late tho, eh? Maybe like 5 posts this summer? Ah well, I believe I said in my very first post that there would be draughts. Is that how you spell Drout? english is funny.

Anyway, another month left in Japan, adventuring - and so, by extension, another month of Japanese Adventures. (That's the name of my blog.) After this I will open a new website and new blog, but not for a while I suspect. I will likely host it on Jon's, as soon as we get that sorted out. But that is in the future. In the meantime, if you want to be made aware of any future blogging activities from me, please drop a comment.

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