Why won't this @#$%! SCRIPT WORK? I see 14 year old's webpages and it works for them. sigh.

Went to get some coffee at the jazz bar and there was this english guy there, older guy. Asked me to come over because he'd seen me sketching in there before. We started talking art a bit, but... well there's art and then there's art. This guy paints landscapes and stuff and does it for a living, so he's very familiar with all the internal workings of the Japanese art market (at least insomuch as it concerns landscapes), but not big on Richter or Nara for instance. So our conversation was really like two seperate conversations passing each other in opposite directions. Trains. Of thought if you will.

Anyway, with loudly played and poorly anglicized jazz music surrounding me like a muffler and my having been locked in my room all day working on this website state of mind, I quickly drifted... "Nova Scotia". At the utterance of this phrase my mind paraded before me a whole panapoly of long forgotten memories. I did a report on this subject in maybe the 6th grade, and honestly, haven't thought about it since. Not once. But for some reason and all of a sudden I saw the paper completed before me in exact detail. The cover I used to make it look all nice and conceal the lack of information within. The encyclopedias I used to dig up what information there was, their brown and gold bindings. The gilded edges of their many volumes. The typeface. The map. Minutia of overamplified exactness catapulted to the front of my mind. I have no idea why. And then gone. I was back in the conversation.

I suspect death will be like this somehow. I know it's a funny thing to speculate, but I do. Suprising and clear. Well known but completely forgotten. A complete nonsequitor. And we'll leave thinking someting like "Nova Scotia".

Workin on redesigning this website from morning till night. Now I'm thinking of scrapping the whole thing and starting again. Just rtying to make it more and more simple, but as my buddy Stan has taught me, its rilly hard to art direct yourself. And as my buddy Aristotle told me, nothing is more complex than simplicity. Anyways, I wanna write about Hiroshima and my trip with my mom and stuff and what I've been up to, but so. tired.

Hiked about Mino today, though the dread saru were not to been seen... later went to an izakaya with some friends and some folk I didn't know. Oh yeah, and looked for shoes. My new mission. There are so many here its a problem of finding the right tree in the forest. And then the right size. I think its between some Pumas and some weird docs.

Oh yeah and I mentioned to these Japanese girls that I thought I was pretty smart 'cause I figured out that the title of that movie "sen to chihiro no kamikakushi" (Spirited Away) could be related to "Chihiro's bath house" (a sento is a bath house) and they were all "whaa! we didn't know that!" and then I felt pretty smart indeed. And then I was wondering if maybe this pun is easier understood by not native speakers, and how the written forms of language guide the way we think. Like kanji are concepts you put together versus letters which are more abstract in a way... ummn. My head hurts. I'll have to think about it later. G'night.