The Genesis

Everyday I write a things to do list, and everyday it seems to be the same list. How does that happen? There’ll be about five or things on the list that carry over to the next day, and it seems that little gets done. So, what I usually do is write a few things that I…

“The Hotter the Battle, the Sweeter the Victory”

Dear Friends, This morning, I went to a bread company in central Tokyo to assess the English levels of a few employees. The HR department of that company periodically gives their employees an opportunity to study English for a few months. In the assessments, routine questions are asked about hobbies, interests, family, etc. I spoke to ten people,…

Tokyo: It’s Pink Now.

Dear Friends, The sunlight is pink now. It’s 5:23pm and as the sun sets on the brick building across the street, the world glows petal-pink through the still, sheer white curtains. No wind stirs, but the temperature has dropped many degrees since last week and it’s cool inside. Tokyo’s perfect today, even in the swirl…

A Lifetime of Used Tos

It’s an early summer morning in Tokyo. I have been sitting beside the Sumida River for some time; it’s the only place to escape the heat. At 10am, it’s already 85 degrees. There’s a small breeze here, and I’m trying to compose my thoughts, while the life around me interferes. A large green bug lands on me. It…

The Wind’s Beside Me

Riding a bicycle on long stretches of open road could possibly be the most exhilarating feeling there is. It feels like waking up to your favorite song; it feels like drinking a cappuccino with an extra shot shot of espresso; it feels like the second time you kiss someone you really like; the time you know exactly how to tilt your…

“My Words Like Silent Raindrops Fell”

Hello Friends, The last few days have been dark– gray and rainy. We’ve entered the rainy season; my second in Tokyo, and though rainy days aren’t ideal, they’re more welcome than what will come next. Scorching days accompanied by an all-encompassing humidity. I appreciate these wet days, because the inability to roam forces me to be still. Golden, sunny…

Some Things…

1) We’ve lived so many hours that the things we’ve forgotten far surpass the things we choose to remember. The people, and places, and names we’ve forgotten can only be brought back with a yellowed photograph or a dinner table mention or a song, and even then, it may be a struggle to remember. My cousin posted a photo…