People are willing to play complete garbage that they get absolutely nothing from. There are no memories there to tell their kids about. Like when you're 60-years-old and your grandkids are asking you about the games you played when you were young, are you going to say you played Farmville for months and months and wasted hundreds of hours of your life playing it? I think deep down most people know how counter-intuitive that is. I would much rather have a really quality short experience than waste my time on something that's okay.
Yes, I know, it’s taken me forever to upload all these pictures I’ve been promising.
What you won’t see here:
-My 60 hours a week at the office, which actually dominates my life and is my top priority most of the time
What you will see here:
-The lovely Mayumi and Chie making mass quantities of takoyaki (fried dough balls with little bits of octopus). Rio was also there but out of frame preparing a, hmmm, surprise.
-The view from my balcony, both by night and by day. I’m cheating: this is the view off to one side, not straight out. But, it is the view I get from sitting in my little outdoor chair and drinking wine.
-A quick tour of Shinagawa Shrine, my local Shinto shrine. It’s one of the stops on a Tokyo pilgrimage route for luck (as denoted by the little statue guy with the drum). It’s a wonderful place and provides a great view for Shinagawa, the ward I live in.
-Hanami (cherry blossom parties) as experienced at Ueno Park with the excellent guidance of Hiro (shown here pulling a My Drunk Kitchen and concocting some sort of crazy sandwich). The park is lit at night, meaning the cherry blossoms were still visible by lantern light. Truly gorgeous.
-One of the first Subaru BRZ’s out in Japan. I already posted this for the car geeks on Facebook, but this car is truly remarkable from the driver’s seat. It’s going to be a hit.
-The shotengai (shop-lined street) in my neighborhood when set up for a festival. Lots of local craft goods and fried food to be eaten. Good times.
-A rather silly clothing encounter in Shibuya
Japan may be a little too trusting on security issues. (I use "security" in the IT sense here: keeping the bad guys from doing things they shouldn't do.) At my local 7-11, when buying a beer, I was caught off guard when the typical mumbling cashier pointed to the LCD screen facing me and mumbled something I don't usually hear in the everyday convenience store cashier transaction. I still don't know what was said, but the idea was clearly to direct my attention to the screen.