Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The Bad Beginning

Because of course, what better time to start your seventeenth attempt at a blog than 6 days before your semester exams? I suppose I wonder why I'm doing this right now instead of studying. Probably post-partum depression now that my term paper is done and dusted. Indeed, now comes the boring bit. Editing the draft. Luckily, I'm getting by with a little help from a friend there.
Very honestly, I don't know what this particular blog is about beyond being a journal after a fashion. I wonder how long I can keep it up, though. I think it has a lot to do with the perceptions of response, seeing how our lives are defined by Facebook these days. If you put something out there, you somehow expect it to be acknowledged, if not appreciated. A dangerous thing. I think I may need to maintain this blog more than I'd like to admit.
On a different note, I MUST settle in Japan for a few years. I absolutely must. I firmly believe that it is one of the most beautiful countries, if not THE most beautiful country in the world. My senior from school and college, Sambit Dattachaudhuri is now in Izumi, Osaka and his pictures do nothing to snap me out of my almost, no, my completely unhealthy Japan obsession. This is the problem of seinen manga. You tend to love the places as much as, if not more than, the characters. And did I mention Japan is beautiful? Oh. Right.
And it has kimonos. And bento. And the loveliest festivals. And okonomiyaki (okonomi- "anything you want", yaki- "grilled"), what they call 'Japanese pizza', which will HAVE to be my first meal in the country. I wouldn't mind some sukiyaki (suki- "spade", yaki- same as previous; don't ask) or shabu-shabu (onomatopoeic sound of cooking meat in a pot; a savoury version of sukiyaki) either, though.

Mount Koya, Wakayama. Photo: Sambit Dattachaudhuri

As is quite evident, Sambit is a bit of a boss at this. He makes Japan seem even more attractive. So now I burn a little more. Whoopee. Ahwell. Back to Hamlet.

Might as well leave with a haiku..

A field of cotton --
as if the moon
had flowered.
- Matsuo Basho, trans. Robert Hass

1 comment:

  1. Just for the food, if nothing else. And there is so much else.

    Stalking blogs before exams - almost as cool as beginning a blog before exams :D

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