Almost
Mel Gibson's film sports a fella bestowed the monika 'Almost' by his captors. This title has relevance in my life right now, and there is no need to elaborate. Shouldda couldda wouldda. But just almost.

Unsurprisinginly, I'm enjoying summer in JP. There's a lot going on around me, and sometimes, somewhere it co-incidentally involves me. Skimboarding is unlikely to be tried again - it is with humility that I inform you that i lack both skill and the patience to develop the skill for a sport that appears to offer so meagre a fruit of reward to it's elite. Sod that, I'm heading out of town, with a new coffee table - as long as i can get the filthy wax off the board, i see only one way that the board can now be of use to me.

Friday night involved a trip to Blue Note to be entertained by Nile Rodgers. An outrageously arrogant feeling of self contentment: to be in gorgeous company as the clock ticks past 12 in a basement jazz bar cheering back to a band who screams "Tokyo; We Love You".

Woke up early and cycled down to Haneda with JB and a few others. 3 hours on the paths under an azure blue sky.

Life
- Listening to Brazilian Girls - Reading Native Son
- Watching Alias
- Next holidays will be Laos then Seoul.
- In Love with 2 people, 1 apartment, and the weather. All fictious.
- Suffering from laziness, tennis elbow, and an unwillingness to socialize.
- Next trip to consumerland could retrieve a GPS system.
- posted by Daniel @ Saturday, June 16, 2007