I am weak. I bought an iPod.
As with any sinner, my excuses were solid justifications, legitimate reasons for my deviant behavior. “I have a lot of CDs,” I told myself. “They take up too much space in Tokyo,” I said to the mirror.
And the best one? “I can use it as a portable hard drive for my photos when I travel next year.” I should get that engraved on the back on the iPod, where others have etched such homilies as, “To Boopsie, For Your Birthday, Love Cuddlebug,” and other such saccharine pap.
Gosh, I feel so trendy.
It’s weird being back.
No wait. It’s not. It feels right. I take where I live very seriously.
Despite walking around wondering what the flying heck happened to this restaurant or that music shop or even that disgustingly massive pothole, it’s good to be home. I don’t know how this will jive with my feelings for Boston when I go there next month for a friend’s wedding, but San Francisco is definitely the place where I need to be.
I spent the other day walking all over “my hometown,” as my students might say. I must’ve cleared four miles or so, hitting most of SF’s neighborhoods. Pacific Heights, Polk Gulch, the Tenderloin, Western Addition, Market Street, Inner Mission, Outer Mission, Downtown – all in search of good used book bookstores.
It’s time for a much-needed vacation, my dear readers. I’ll be in San Francisco from tomorrow through Sept. 30, so updates will be spotty at best. Ja, ne!
It’s ridiculously easy to find photos of the various dead beasts for sale at Tsukiji Market, but I’ve been just as fascinated by the people who kill them, cut them up, and take coffee breaks at seven a.m. after having already been working for five hours or more.
In both times I’ve visited Kamakura, I’ve been utterly taken by this tunnel, which connects Kita-Kamakura with the southern part of the town. In this photo, I like the way that the curve of the trees lined up with the curve of the tunnel, but I still feel like my learning curve on digital photography is fairly steep – especially when shooting digital black-and-white.
I’m currently going through something of another crisis of faith with this blog. I’m not running out of things to say – anybody who knows me that the day I shut up is the day I die – but I’m so busy with various schemes and obligations, I’ll be posting only photos with minimal commentary for awhile.