“It takes two syllables to say it in This Language, but five syllables to say it in That Language, therefore That Language does not have that concept.”
“But you just said it. In five syllables.”
“Yeah, but, not two.”
Oversimplified. But that happens often.
“I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything—other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned: that the world’s otherness is antidote to confusion, that standing within this otherness—the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books—can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.” Mary Oliver
“I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything—other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned: that the world’s otherness is antidote to confusion…”
Ha.
I am never shy singing around anyone not human.
And thank you for the song.
Ten-zaru soba. On the engawa. In spring. Just like it said.
I have been, the past few weeks, strict(er) about what I eat and when I do so.
But to say no to ten-zaru soba on the engawa when it’s suddenly spring all around.
What sort of life would that be?
Once a home. The building next to soba.
As far as waiting rooms for soba go.
As far as walkways to soba go.
Flowers and Shit 1.
Flowers and Shit 2.
“Flowers and shit.”
Police Academy (One).
It ain’t all Basho.
A backyard sky. Nikko.
The difference, only, a week makes.
“Cancer Cells.”
You have to think there is a tanning booth salon attendant out there with a bit of gallows humor.
Godspeed.
Sounds wonderful.
🎶 I think we’ll make it into Georgia And improvise from there Everybody knows from here That you can’t go to hell without passing through Atlanta first 🎶
🎶
I think we’ll make it into Georgia
And improvise from there
Everybody knows from here
That you can’t go to hell
without passing through Atlanta first
🎶
😉
I can’t account for the repetition.
Good.
I respect a bit of wallowing when wallowing is called for. Part of a well-balanced excellent day.
I respect a bit of wallowing when wallowing is called for. Part of a well-balanced excellent day.
We both surprised each other early this morning.
Ha.
Nobody reads the Terms Of Agreement, attention spans what they are these days, but “self-loathing” is a clause in all social media platforms.
There is the option to Disagree to Terms.
Summer in the sun. Spring in the shade. Traces of winter by the time the lights were turned off.
An afternoon with surprising amounts of quiet, bringing to mind that old line, always worth revisiting, even if no final judgements on it are ever rendered.
“Happiness only real when shared.”
I wouldn’t mind testing out “whatever, just pay the fine” sort of wealth out for a bit.
It certainly is lovely weather.
Have a good one.
If you have the money, there is a permit for everything.
Had I included the video it would have been a richer experience.
Funny you say so.
Only the second time ever I heard bear bells and voices and saw two fishermen walking their way upstream.
Ha.
Better than that baseball crap I chose to keep listening to earlier.
Keeping company with the bush warblers on a Sunday morning. While you wait for your wife to wake up.
To think, in the three weeks, this will be an explosion of green. But, for now, just the first traces of cherry blossoms.
When the sun is warm but the air is cool. That time of year.
Stopping by those quieter temples with no one else around.
Okorogawa. Nikko.
That time of year when you linger a while by the side of the road and play in the water.
Okorogawa. Nikko.
The places you stop to go to other places. And just generally stop a while. Okorogawa. Nikko.
🎶
Oh, gee! Oh, my! It's finally springtime
Birds on the wing time
And what a lovely day for love
🎶
Because sometimes, just before bed, you want to check if there is a rabbit making mochi up there.
A Rooftop in Koenji. Tokyo.
Easter. The First Sunday in April.
