In My Former Life

Today during lunch my kids performed the dance they've been practicing for Sports Day. Can you imagine a group of 11 year olds doing the choreography from Michael Jackson's "Thriller?" Such eagerness to share and please. Any sadness or anxiety I was feeling completely vanished once I saw that.


Still no packing. I catch a train at 4:42 in the morning, and I have appointments this evening. 

How to Get Absolutely Nothing Done

Look, we had babies!

                                            Sarubobo

You can see that I am almost expert at cradling my wee babe in my arms. This pic was taken last month at the "Eco-village" outside of Takayama (I think) in Gifu prefecture. I really hoped to make it to the "Teddy Bear Village," but there was no time :( 

We also ran into this family. Cute apple-faced kitties and a badger hound.

Speaking of time, I'll try to post more pics from that trip when I have some more of it.

I leave for Chicago and Quebec in 4 days! I probably won't pack until the night before because I'm downright lazy.

Tomorrow, I'm going to see Onishii-san for a much needed shiatsu. My back has been so sore lately, and I hope he can work a miracle.

For now, I will listen to the latest "This American Life" with my headphones on, thinking about all the things I should have done/should be doing.

Evil Hot

Sartorialist This

fun on the platform

Friday night, David and Paul were kind enough to invite me with them to see William Kentridge's free (!) performance in Kyoto City. It was clever and refreshing, and I think the boys really enjoyed hearing a little bit of home in his South African accent. A little bit of Russian Absurdism never hurts, either. Afterwards, we tried to eat Indian and instead I got us lost, but that was ok because we discovered a nice little place upstairs from Cafe Independent.

The next morning, they got J-haircuts from one of the salons right down the street from my mansion.
They are the superstars of our fair city of Kameoka, aren't they? Afterwards we went second-hand store shopping and then had lunch at a little treasure of a restaurant called "Limone," where they serve apéritifs and amazing vegetable curry in what looks to be a boiling hot mini-cauldron.

Whenever one of us comes across a photograph-worthy outfit, one of us will inevitably say, "Sartorialist this!". This, my friends, was a Sartorialist moment.

Paul: Wait, what about the red socks? David, get down on your haunches!

David: Like this?

Goofy fun was the thing that was had.

Can't Speak English Worth A Hoot

Thanks for discovering me new this, Shannon. I listen more to it everyday.

How many times one can listen much to one song?