My usual caveat, that I am constantly behind the curve on this internet thing, applies. Nevertheless... Oolong - The pancake rabbit.

I think a good measure of a person's inner calm might be his or her ability to move through crowds. So today my wu nien was goin' ON. Two cars passing a bike behind me on the left and a obasan at one o'clock? They are as stones and leaves in a calm river. That bike will swerve to avoid that kid. That drunken businessman will stumble to the left. The way opens. I reach the family mart just as the crosswalk turns red. No matter. I go in, purchase my Van Houten, (no bag, just a straw, thanks) step out of the store and off the curb just as (blink) the man in the funny hat turns green. And I strut across the non-dualistic street.

Satori is if you can make it across town and through a train change without losing the rhythm in your ipod.

Gee but it's great to be back home. Home is where I want to be. Yes, sir. Yah. Nice... rain. Little smog there, that's nice. Tarzan of the concrete jungle home sweet brachiate by electric and phone wire to the train station home. Sleep in a concrete coffin home. Cold noodle home.

God, I'm depressed.

Well! Gonna write some stuff here soon about my trip! How would that be? Would you like that? Would ya?

And about 400 photos to sort. Yikes.

Here is a letter to Greg and Ani, my friends who just had a baby:


Dear Greg and Ani,

LOVE! LOVE LOVE LOVE!

Yours in friendship et cetera,

Justin Couch

P.S. LOVE!