Osakatomebaby

JUST REALIZED golden week doesnt start tomorrow night but TONIGHT! howa can I be so not up to date with holidays!
then I'll leave you for a week with the mysterious Nighttrain........
and a mean link

argh! how friends can be so cruel sometimes? one of my friends is going to a great rock festival this summer where PJ Harvey will be playing. Polly Jean is my idol! and I've never seen her onstage for there must be a curse on me, and my friend who doesn't give a damn about her will go, see her, and the only pleasure she's taking out of it is that it'll piss me off and make me crawl with jealousy like some dangerous poisonous snake on my tatami on the night she'll be there. aaaaaaaahhh
thank God, I just have the right cure for anger: Barjavel. ain't that amazing this man wrote in his seventies a book that is beautiful and subtly erotic but still has the pureness of children's dreams. his books are sure to soothe your soul and make you dream again that life can be that mysterious and magical, if you want it.
[his book L'Enchanteur is a delicious and poetic version of magician Merlin's adventures)

well i feel excited about blogging for the first time in my life. thank you for trusting me Moooollyyy. hope you won't have to regret it...
am feeling like a zombie... you'll probably often read that from me, because of my skill for doing things I shouldn't do when I have to wake up early and go to work the next day... aaah how much more rock n' roll it looks to get drunk when you know everybody at work the next day will guess you did. they'll think you had some wild time while they where in bed getting some rest or reading a book, and that's how you start to have an interesting reputation. then you just have to deny anything special happened and you're sure evrybody will think you have some really cool secret life. that's how one of my colleagues thinks I'm a heartbreaker, though I haven't gotten close to a man in a while. I just arrive late at work after a wild karaoke night (am considering becoming a professionnal karaoke singer) and have a silly smile on my face all day because I'm tired and I think of fun things I did, and then I really look like I'm tired from having had sex all night long and I'm recalling that.
at work, and in life in general, what's important is often what people think you do, rather than what you really do.

Rising with the rising sun but expecting something entirely different tomorrow when I get up in a hotel in Kuala Lumpur and take the second leg of a two-day flight to India. Wish me luck.

Meantime I am leaving you in the hands of Tommy "kiss-of-the-dragon, furry-badger-with-mange-died-and-affixed-itself-to-my-scalp" Nixon (you can call him Nighttrain) and the deliciously daring, the stunningly salacious Miss Marie.

Nighttrain shall remain a mystery, but suffice it to say if he does indeed blog as promised I will rejoice and get all giddy and happy because he's a good friend from old and rather ridiculously random like me. He is also less than six degrees from anyone you can name. Kevin Bacon schmakon. Please egg him on because he is an egghead. And I stole the badger line from him.

Lovely Marie and I met on a ski trip not long ago, but quickly fell in together as partners in crime, beginning with a rather long and questionable "hike" (i.e. slide) down the mountain where we really should not have been. I will tell you someday when we're all sitting around drinking wine, of which she is rather fond. She knows how to say Rothschild.

Miss Marie is French, yet she has never heard the song "There's a place in France" (which Chuck and I have regaled her on). But she can belt out southern rock and simmers her sultry way through David Bowie. This girl would melt your heart. You can't meet her, she is mine. But at least you can read her.

I don't know what they will write about, but they have free rein on this site for the next couple of weeks. They have not blogged before but , I asked them to write mostly because I just want to see what they will write. Anyway, if there are any technical problems please be nice. They are the kind of people who usually are too busy contemplating the universe or rioting to bother with silly things like the Internet. All the more reason I want to read them, and you should too.

Finally as an aside, I had hoped to post a picture of the smashing backpack I will be taking, but not sure I have time--still have a few things to pack. The point not being my brilliant packing skills, but to say thank you to the massively wonderful Chuck who was willing to let me take it. Here I was ready to buy a backpack, not wanting to, and he saves the day. He taught me how to snowboard with the patience of Job and now this. Seriously racking up some good karma. I gotta see what they got in India for him.

Awright, having gushed, I gotta go...India awaits. Peace out.

I am bone tired, but I ain't gotta work no more no more.