Another Day -
Apr. 8th, 2004 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgSomeone must have talked to coworker before I got to him. And he's off tomorrow. Sweet as could be and cooperative - I just have to remember how nasty he can get and try and head it off.
Not a clue what's going on - yet. I suspect my boss, who has always had my back at this place. That's a good thing, a very good thing indeed.
Having much sympathy with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bigbigtruck - my flight home, I did something to my right elbow which made putting any pressure on it *painful* in the extreme. Wonder how often you put any of your weight on one elbow? I wonder no longer. Thankfully, it's almost gone.
I just wish the rest of the cold would leave already. I get home, eat dinner, sit down to watch something and wake up an hour or two later going WTF...*hack*
A bit more on Japan? How about what we got to watch on television?
We got to see some of the live-action Sailor Moon. And Full Metal Alchemy. Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor's "Taming of the Shrew", subtitled. Lots of morning magazine shows - we ate breakfast watching them every morning. I can now fold clothes more neatly. 45 minutes of television time was devoted to this - how to fold sweaters so they stack level, collar to midriff. No kidding. How to fold your underwear to store them in drawers as wide as envelope. Level across the top. And so forth. Anal much?
One of the more disturbing things we watched just about every night was the story of a six-year-old boy who died when caught in an automatic door. The initial report. The funeral. The memorials - the shrine set up outside the Mori building. You sit and watch something like this vividly aware you are getting the rare opportunity to see a vital part of another culture playing itself out in front of you - and at the same time, just as stunned as everyone else in the room.
A major entertainer also passed away after living into his seventies, and a full evening of television was spent with three of his cohorts and much, much footage taken from 1979 forward. Fascinating - and incredibly poignant as well. He had been a funny, funny man.
The news did not censor the footage from Iraq. You saw their soliders get attacked and you saw them retalliate.
Seeing a lot of the shows I saw in Japan on the NHK feed we get on satellite here now.
Commercials always a total howl. Plenty of variety shows and musicals, including a whole show "filking" scat bebop tunes to fit the business of running a bath house (think Spirited Away, only no fantasy elements outside the tendency of everyone to break into song and full-on Busby Berkley dance numbers). Wish I had a copy of that - it was incredibly good, full of songs the Manhattan Transfer had covered, with the same quality of tight, tight harmonies. And any song where the protagonist is driven by the song "Stardust" has me - just - has me.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights dreaming of a song...
I heard more music without ever using my mp3 player that week, than I had heard in months.
Speaking of music, want to hear some of the total whack I got from Cost Plus Imports yesterday? You go there, you see their CDs at the checkout counter - pick one up. This one is called "Rhythms in Common" - and like the other two in my collection, they are covers of songs you know by heart. Except spun about 20 degrees away from your expectations.
VariousArtists_FatalMamboMagotTcheri.mp3
VariousArtists_TitoPuenteJrOyeComoVa.mp3
VariousArtists_AlabinaLololeDontLetMeMisunderstood.mp3
Got to see my first look at Witch Hunter Robin tonight - pretty, pretty.
*Yawn* Bed now.
Not a clue what's going on - yet. I suspect my boss, who has always had my back at this place. That's a good thing, a very good thing indeed.
Having much sympathy with
bigbigtruck - my flight home, I did something to my right elbow which made putting any pressure on it *painful* in the extreme. Wonder how often you put any of your weight on one elbow? I wonder no longer. Thankfully, it's almost gone.I just wish the rest of the cold would leave already. I get home, eat dinner, sit down to watch something and wake up an hour or two later going WTF...*hack*
A bit more on Japan? How about what we got to watch on television?
We got to see some of the live-action Sailor Moon. And Full Metal Alchemy. Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor's "Taming of the Shrew", subtitled. Lots of morning magazine shows - we ate breakfast watching them every morning. I can now fold clothes more neatly. 45 minutes of television time was devoted to this - how to fold sweaters so they stack level, collar to midriff. No kidding. How to fold your underwear to store them in drawers as wide as envelope. Level across the top. And so forth. Anal much?
One of the more disturbing things we watched just about every night was the story of a six-year-old boy who died when caught in an automatic door. The initial report. The funeral. The memorials - the shrine set up outside the Mori building. You sit and watch something like this vividly aware you are getting the rare opportunity to see a vital part of another culture playing itself out in front of you - and at the same time, just as stunned as everyone else in the room.
A major entertainer also passed away after living into his seventies, and a full evening of television was spent with three of his cohorts and much, much footage taken from 1979 forward. Fascinating - and incredibly poignant as well. He had been a funny, funny man.
The news did not censor the footage from Iraq. You saw their soliders get attacked and you saw them retalliate.
Seeing a lot of the shows I saw in Japan on the NHK feed we get on satellite here now.
Commercials always a total howl. Plenty of variety shows and musicals, including a whole show "filking" scat bebop tunes to fit the business of running a bath house (think Spirited Away, only no fantasy elements outside the tendency of everyone to break into song and full-on Busby Berkley dance numbers). Wish I had a copy of that - it was incredibly good, full of songs the Manhattan Transfer had covered, with the same quality of tight, tight harmonies. And any song where the protagonist is driven by the song "Stardust" has me - just - has me.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights dreaming of a song...
I heard more music without ever using my mp3 player that week, than I had heard in months.
Speaking of music, want to hear some of the total whack I got from Cost Plus Imports yesterday? You go there, you see their CDs at the checkout counter - pick one up. This one is called "Rhythms in Common" - and like the other two in my collection, they are covers of songs you know by heart. Except spun about 20 degrees away from your expectations.
VariousArtists_FatalMamboMagotTcheri.mp3
VariousArtists_TitoPuenteJrOyeComoVa.mp3
VariousArtists_AlabinaLololeDontLetMeMisunderstood.mp3
Got to see my first look at Witch Hunter Robin tonight - pretty, pretty.
*Yawn* Bed now.
