Just getting back from my delicious dinner at Coco's. It's like Denny's except there's different themes. The one near my local train station serves only curry rice (rice + some kinda thing + brown curry sauce), and plays psychedelic glam rock on the sound system. Diamond Dogs accompanied my "hambug-curry". This would be strange somewhere else.

I was all set to make myself something fabu after Julia's pad-thai extravaganza last night. (a fellow JET, she took some cooking classes in Thailand over the break and busted some kiTcHN SkIllZ last night at her extremely spacious appato. Grr.) But instead I stayed out at school art club until 7. Mostly cutting frames. Here's a funny thing about Japan (#649): A land where ancient wood structures built over a thousand years ago without the assistance of nails or metal of any kind still grace the skylines of more than one city. A land of the super high tech... shit an earthquake... where was I? Anyway, accomplished builders and engineers, right? Nobody here can use a skill saw, drill or god forbid a router. A person coming here with a craftsman toolset would be verily a god among men and/or women.

Anyway.

You know what I was thinking today? It would be cool to either be a) indestructible or b) have amazing talent as a stunt man. Just so you could do super cool prat falls. Wouldn't it be so rad to just be riding your bike along and, say, clothesline yourself in front of somebody? Run your bike headlong into a wall while looking the other way or launch yourself over some shrubs. Or trip off a balcony and then get up and dust yourself off? Just for the comic effect. And then if you wanted to teach that guy who's been tailgating you a lesson you could let yourself get run over... that'd show 'em! yeah. Being indestructible would be rad.

Is this what you thought I'd be writing about in Japan? OK. Next one will be what I did when my mom was here and where we went. Travel log style!