Is anyone else having problems with my pictures not loading, or is it just me? I can't figure it out. Maybe I should pre-load them? Maybe some javascript is conflicting with the image load? But that doesn't make sense. They were going fine and then they just started not loading. Anybody out there smarter than me have some advice? I'm differently cyber abled. That's funny cause I used the word "cyber".

Cyber. Now that the word is gone from common parlance I feel a bit of nostalgia for it. Maybe it got worse than it deserved. Just a lonely word. All it wanted to be was popular. Now look at it, scrounging up cameos and living off it's fading recognition value, washing the floors and windows of more popular words like "leverage".

Doin's that are a-transpiring or have a-transpired: Going to Hokkaido tomorrow to ski! Using a friend's birthday pass. You see, travel within Japan is expensive, but around your birthday you and a friend can get a break on ticket prices. And I just happen to have 2 friends with birthdays around now, so... some of us will go to the great white north.

Last night went to a great bar in America-mura. A big place hidden away like most good bars, it was a dive of the first order. Real pool tables, the felt nice and worn... but of regulation size and free. Real darts, too. Played a couple games (of pool) against some Italians and a Jamaican. Lost mostly (=every game), but I made a combo so I felt accomplished. You know, you think travel will change you, but water seeks its own level.

Oh! Here's something weird. So the other night I was all excited 'cause of that 6 degrees thing, and overall I've been feeling really happy lately. Went to bed and was drifting off. Started thinking about Jung for no reason, and then of course was reminded of all those testimonies of people who died when they were young. Remember? The little girl and stuff? And how they drew those pictures that were highly symbolic and how happy and at peace they were? And then this thought brought itself to me in a voice quite clear and immediate: "I am going to die soon". And my heart wanted to stop beating. Thinking now: am I thinking that because I believe it? Or do I BELIEVE it but now I'm rationalizing away the fear created by such a thought? Or is the general fear of death that we all feel all the time creating a specific event... and so on. Does this happen to you? I didn't even want to write about it for fear of giving it form, but maybe this is a way to dispel it. Name it and share it and so cause it to ablate.

That looks pretty silly now that I've written it. Crap. This is just the sort of thing I would make fun of somebody for writing in their blog. All dark and mysterious. "ooh! Look at me, I'm so tortured an different!" Screw it, though, I'm leaving it up there.