IF YOU CAN`T LAUGH AT YOURSELF, THEN YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LAUGH AT ANYONE ELSE…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

I would like you to meet STREET JOURNAL 74…

Yes, it`s true……..

The thrill-ride STILL continues………………………………………………………………
Friday, December 13th, 2013
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Tokyo Winter
2013-2014
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12/14/13
Chiharu and I had an adventure day today.
We went to the spectacular Hama-Rikyu Gardens in Chuo-ku and the old fish market at Tsukijishijo.
Both places are old and have a lot of history and the gardens were SUBLIME.
After the quiet beauty of the gardens and the absolute CHAOS of the busiest fish market I`ve ever seen, we were both in need of some more peace time.  We went to another lovely park,
Kiba-koen, and then we went to the Tokyo Museum of Contemporary Art.  There were two special exhibitions aside from their excellent permanent collection.  We saw a showing of pieces from artists around the world called Bunny Smash, of all things.  Then we saw an amazing exhibit from a Japanese artist named Tokujin Yoshioka called Crystallize.  It was pretty damn unusual and consisted of all white and silver and clear arrangements with space and light.  He was using clear plastic straws, metals and clear plastic objects.  It gave an impression of snow and/or alien landscapes bathed in an unearthly glow.  Hard to describe and gorgeous to look at, I give this guy 120% for originality.  Fortunately, I took photos (of course!)
Favorite Artworks and Pieces from the day:
Water Block
and
Rainbow Church   by Tokujin Yoshioka  from the Crystallize exhibit.
…and from the Bunny Smash exhibit, namely from Labyrinth Garden Gently Inverted Worlds:
Lost Garden  (2009)   by Leandro Erlich
and
No Numbers  (2013)   by Richard Wilson
Instant World  (1987)
Coin Locker Hotel  (1984)
Howling at the Pig  (1980)
This is Affluence   (1975)     all by Tsunehisa Kimura
Stardust of One Hundred Million Light-years    by Yayoi Kusama
Girl With Hair Ribbon    by Roy Liechtenstein
Overcast 1     by Robert Rauschenberg
Circular Train A (Telescope Train)     (1968)   by Hiroshi Nakamura
{ Most of this stuff, you can find on Google images if you are curious.  The ones I managed to get sneaky photos of, you will find on my Flickr account at Nomad108; again, just Google Nomad108}
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I hate winter more than ANY living human being on this earth.  This is not a question of maybe – it`s a FACT.  I used to complain about Los Angeles winters, which are nothing.  I can`t wait for spring…
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“Day after day

alone on a hill

the man with the foolish grin
is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
they can see that he’s just a fool
and he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round…
Well on the way
head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
or the sound he appears to make
and he never seems to know just what –
But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round… “
Lennon/McCartney
The Beatles
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“And the Days Are Not Full Enough
 
And the days are not full enough
and the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
not shaking the grass…”
Ezra Pound
Cantos
 
Bukowski never seemed to like this guy that much and after skimming through hundreds of pages of his poetry, now I think I know why.  It seems to be a lot of gibberish with just a few gem lines thrown in.  Now, I don`t want to shit on a dead man`s grave or wipe my ass with his immortality, but I just couldn`t seem to get much from it.  I had to REALLY search just to find this, and even this isn`t THAT great.  I mean, if you just ramble on and on and then call something poetry, is it really saying anything?  If you yell, `Movie!` in a crowded firehouse, is it wrong?  Does the Pope shit in the woods?  What comes first, the chicken or the egg?  Why do they call it a HAMburger when it`s made of beef?  And is it still a hamburger if it doesn`t have a bun or is it just ground-up meat on a plate?  Where was I going with this?  And if I give it a clever title, is it poetry?  NO.  And now, perhaps, you see my point and we understand each other… (or not…)
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BUT…Ezra was right….the days are not full enough, nor the nights.  For more on this topic refer to MY `poem`, Never Satisfied…
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A Poem That Explains Everything   by THB3
IT ALL MEANS NOTHING…
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“How many will come after me
singing as well as I sing, none better;
Telling the heart of their truth
as I have taught them to tell it;
Fruit of my seed,
O my unnameable children.
Know then that I loved you from afore-time,
Clear speakers, naked in the sun, untrammeled…”
Ezra Pound
(alright, alright, he`s got a few good ones…)
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12/25/13
Now, everybody knows that I DON’T GIVE A SHIT about the holidays, but I just have to say this anyway.  Ahhh, Xmas in Japan; the most magical time of year.  Soulless AND joyless, indeed.  I commuted to work on the packed cattle train just like any other day.  I spent the morning with a bunch of screaming little brats running around in circles while I managed to just barely hang onto my sanity, what’s left of it anyway.  I rode another nightmare train home with 10 million people and I had no energy left to do anything but stare at the walls.  And if I hear any more Christmas music I’m going to kill somebody.
Yes, a Japanese Festivus; about as interesting as a plastic Christmas tree in a bare, white room with cracked walls and sputtering electricity; about as sterile as an assembly line of robots – MAKING more robots; about as beautiful as a steaming dogturd in a filthy winter gutter; about as ridiculous as Santa firing all his elves and outsourcing – to China.  Joy to the world, motherfuckers…worst – Christmas – EVER!
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“Being a genius is SO goddamned EXHAUSTING…”
Xavier Yeats Zenith
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“…and the words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls…”
Paul Simon
The Sound of Silence
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“There is an important difference between the words “loser” and “outlaw.” One is passive and the other is active, and the main reasons the Angels are such good copy is that they are acting out the day-dreams of millions of losers who don’t wear any defiant insignia and who don’t know how to be outlaws. The streets of every city are thronged with men who would pay all the money they could get their hands on to be transformed — even for a day — into hairy, hard-fisted brutes who walk over cops, extort free drinks from terrified bartenders and thunder out of town on big motorcycles after raping the banker’s daughter.Even people who think the Angels should all be put to sleep find it easy to identify with them. They command a fascination, however reluctant, that borders on psychic masturbation.

The Angels don’t like being called losers, but they have learned to live with it. “Yeah, I guess I am,” said one. “But you’re looking at one loser who’s going to make a hell of a scene on the way out.

Hunter S. Thompson
“Hell’s Angels (A Strange and Terrible Saga)”
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Never make the mistake of thinking you’re so smart that you have nothing left to learn…
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“Those who do not learn from the lessons of history are doomed to repeat the same mistakes again and again.”

(… which means pretty much everybody nowadays…)
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“Please, Sister Morphine,
Turn my nightmare into dreams…”
The Rolling Stones
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“I offer her that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow— the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams, and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.”
Jorge Luis Borges
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“I would venture to say that the baroque is the final stage in all art, when art flaunts and squanders its resources. The baroque is intellectual, and Bernard Shaw has said that all intellectual labor is inherently humorous.”
Borges
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My life has become so goddamned exciting that all I can think about is getting through the day at fucking work so I can get home and watch “Justified.”  That’s right, a TV show is the highlight of my day.  Ain’t life grand?!?
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Since I’ve been in Japan, I’ve written and said a lot of things that may have seemed insensitive, perhaps even rude or vulgar.  I have judged people without hesitation and I have made many racial generalizations.  I would just like to say that I am NOT sorry for any of this because up until now, I have been right about everything.  I’m just waiting for the day when some interesting, artistic person comes along and shocks me with their originality and their soul.  When and if that moment ever comes I will finally be proved wrong, at least partially wrong.  At this moment, however, my descriptions of the soulless Japanese robot are entirely 100% accurate.  Please, I invite you – ANYONE in Japan…prove me wrong.  I’m dying over here.  Being an expatriate is overrated.  At least I have plenty of time to get my creative groove on.  When I’m not doing that, I just wander aimlessly around the city and drink beer or I watch television until my eyes bleed.  Konnichiwa, BITCHES!!!!!
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Toei Death Line, Friday night: Some pathetic suicidal fuckface had to go and take a header onto the tracks in front of the train…AGAIN!  What a loser!  I don’t even feel bad for saying this, it pisses me off so much.  What a selfish, weeping, asshole BITCH to go and off yourself on a busy Friday night at rush hour.  Most of the rest of us HAVE lives, at least some kind of lives.  We have beers to drink, women to bang, TVs to watch, dinners to get home to.  You self-absorbed loser.  How could you?!?  Couldn’t you have at least killed yourself on a Tuesday afternoon at 2 PM when there’s REALLY nobody who gives a fuck?!?  See you in hell where I look forward to punching you in the face and breaking your fingers off like spindly wooden chopsticks….
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1-27-14. Tsurumi,  Kanagawa Prefecture,
Kawasaki City:
Walking through what seems to be an abandoned Edo Period village.  I boldly entered an old house where I found the door unlocked .  Amazing.  Like a goddamned time warp.  Trespassing is absolutely essential to my photographic art.
It is my signature, my stamp,  MY identity…
(see above photo…)
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“It is a laborious madness and an impoverishing one, the madness of composing vast books—setting out in five hundred pages an idea that can be perfectly related orally in five minutes. The better way to go about it is to pretend that those books already exist, and offer a summary.”
Borges
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“Historical truth, for Menard, is not “what happened”; it is what we believe happened.
There is no intellectual exercise that is not ultimately pointless. A philosophical doctrine is, at first, a plausible description of the universe; the years go by, and it is a mere chapter—if not a paragraph or proper noun—in the history of philosophy. In literature, that “falling by the wayside,” that loss of “relevance,” is even better known. “
Borges
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“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Who will guard the guards?”
Juvenal
“Satires”
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“I`m not sure you understand my position…”
“But I do, counselor.  Actions create consequences which produce new worlds and they are all different.  Where the bodies are buried in the desert – that is a certain world.  Where the bodies are simply left to be found – that is another.  And all these worlds, heretofore unknown to us – they must have always been there, have they not?
I would urge you to see the truth of the situation you are in.  That is my advice.  It is not for me to tell you what you should have done or not done.  The world in which you seek to undo the mistakes that you make is different from the world where the mistakes were made.  You are now at the crossing, and you want to choose, but there is no choosing.  There is only accepting.  The choosing was done a long time ago.  I don`t mean to offend you, but reflective men often find themselves at a place far removed from the realities of life.  In any case, we should all prepare a place where we can accommodate all the tragedies that sooner or later will come to our lives, but this is an economy few people get to practice.
You continue to deny the reality of the world you are in.
Yes, you are at a crossing, but it should be with the understanding that life is NOT going to take you back.  You are the world you have created, and when you cease to exist, the world that you have created will also cease to exist.  But for those with the understanding that they are living in the last days of the world, death acquires a different meaning.  The extinction of all reality is a concept no resignation can encompass.  And then…all the grand designs and all the grand plans will be finally exposed and revealed for what they are…”
Cormac McCarthy
Script for the film The Counselor
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“The Circular Ruins

And if he left off dreaming about you … ?Through the Looking-Glass, VI

No one saw him slip from the boat in the unanimous night, no one saw the bamboo canoe as it sank into the sacred mud, and yet within days there was no one who did not know that the taciturn man had come there from the South, and that his homeland was one of those infinite villages that lie up-river, on the violent flank of the mountain, where the language of the Zend is uncontaminated by Greek and where leprosy is uncommon. But in fact the gray man had kissed the mud, scrambled up the steep bank (without pushing back, probably without even feeling, the sharp-leaved bulrushes that slashed his flesh), and dragged himself, faint and bloody, to the circular enclosure, crowned by the stone figure of a horse or tiger, which had once been the color of fire but was now the color of ashes. That ring was a temple devoured by an ancient holocaust;

now, the malarial jungle had profaned it and its god went unhonored by mankind. The foreigner lay down at the foot of the pedestal.

He was awakened by the sun high in the sky. He examined his wounds and saw, without astonishment, that they had healed; he closed his pale eyes and slept, not out of any weakness of the flesh but out of willed determination. He knew that this temple was the place that his unconquerable plan called for; he knew that the unrelenting trees had not succeeded in strangling the ruins of another promising temple downriver—like this one, a temple to dead, incinerated gods; he knew that his immediate obligation was to sleep. Aboutmidnight he was awakened by the inconsolable cry of a bird. Prints of unshod feet, a few figs, and a jug of water told him that the men of the region had respectfully spied upon his sleep and that they sought his favor, or feared his magic. He felt the coldness of fear, and he sought out a tomblike niche in the crumbling wall, where he covered himself with unknown leaves.

The goal that led him on was not impossible,

though it was clearly supernatural: He wanted to dream a man. He wanted to dream him completely, in painstaking detail, and impose him upon reality. This magical objective had come to fill his entire soul; if someone had asked him his own name, or inquired into any feature of his life till then, he would not have been able to answer. The uninhabited and crumbling temple suited him, for it was a minimum of visible world; so did the proximity of the woodcutters, for they saw to his frugal needs. The rice and fruit of their tribute were nourishment enough for his body, which was consecrated to the sole task of sleeping and dreaming.

At first, his dreams were chaotic; a little later, they became dialectical. The foreigner dreamed that he was in the center of a circular amphitheater, which was somehow the ruined temple; clouds of taciturn students completely filled the terraces of seats. The faces of those farthest away hung at many centuries’ distance and at a cosmic height, yet they were absolutely clear. The man lectured on anatomy,

cosmography, magic; the faces listened earnestly, intently, and attempted to respond with understanding—as though they sensed the importance of that education that would redeem one of them from his state of hollow appearance and insert him into the real world. The man, both in sleep and when awake, pondered his phantasms’ answers; he did not allow himself to be taken in by impostors, and he sensed in certain perplexities a growing intelligence. He was seeking a soul worthy of taking its place in the universe.

On the ninth or tenth night, he realized (with some bitterness) that nothing could be expected from those students who passively accepted his teachings, but only from those who might occasionally, in a reasonable way, venture an objection. The first—the accepting—though worthy of affection and a degree of sympathy, would never emerge as individuals; the latter— those who sometimes questioned—had a bit more préexistence. One afternoon (afternoons now paid their tribute to sleep as well; now the man was awake no more than two or three

hours around daybreak) he dismissed the vast illusory classroom once and for all and retained but a single pupil—a taciturn, sallow-skinned young man, at times intractable, with sharp features that echoed those of the man that dreamed him. The pupil was not disconcerted for long by the elimination of his classmates; after only a few of the private classes, his progress amazed his teacher. Yet disaster would not be forestalled. One day the man emerged from sleep as though from a viscous desert, looked up at the hollow light of the evening (which for a moment he confused with the light of dawn), and realized that he had not dreamed. All that night and the next day, the unbearable lucidity of insomnia harried him, like a hawk. He went off to explore the jungle, hoping to tire himself; among the hemlocks he managed no more than a few intervals of feeble sleep, fleetingly veined with the most rudimentary of visions—useless to him. He reconvened his class, but no sooner had he spoken a few brief words of exhortation than the faces blurred, twisted, and faded away.

In his almost perpetual state of wakefulness, tears of anger burned the man’s old eyes.

He understood that the task of molding the incoherent and dizzying stuff that dreams are made of is the most difficult work a man can undertake, even if he fathom all the enigmas of the higher and lower spheres— much more difficult than weaving a rope of sand or minting coins of the faceless wind. He understood that initial failure was inevitable. He swore to put behind him the vast hallucination that at first had drawn him off the track, and he sought another way to approach his task. Before he began, he devoted a month to recovering the strength his delirium had squandered. He abandoned all premeditation of dreaming, and almost instantly managed to sleep for a fair portion of the day. The few times he did dream during this period, he did not focus on his dreams; he would wait to take up his task again until the disk of the moon was whole. Then, that evening, he purified himself in the waters of the river, bowed down to the planetary gods, uttered those syllables of a powerful name that

it is lawful to pronounce, and laid himself down to sleep. Almost immediately he dreamed a beating heart.

He dreamed the heart warm, active, secret— about the size of a closed fist, a garnet-colored thing inside the dimness of a human body that was still faceless and sexless; he dreamed it, with painstaking love, for fourteen brilliant nights. Each night he perceived it with greater clarity, greater certainty. He did not touch it; he only witnessed it, observed it, corrected it, perhaps, with his eyes. He perceived it, he lived it, from many angles, many distances. On the fourteenth night, he stroked the pulmonary artery with his forefinger, and then the entire heart, inside and out. And his inspection made him proud. He deliberately did not sleep the next night; then he took up the heart again, invoked the name of a planet, and set about dreaming another of the major organs. Before the year was out he had reached the skeleton, the eyelids.

The countless hairs of the body were perhaps the most difficult task. The man had dreamed a

fully fleshed man—a stripling—but this youth did not stand up or speak, nor could it open its eyes. Night after night, the man dreamed the youth asleep.

In the cosmogonies of the Gnostics, the demiurges knead up a red Adam who cannot manage to stand; as rude and inept and elementary as that Adam of dust was the Adam of dream wrought from the sorcerer’s nights. One afternoon, the man almost destroyed his creation, but he could not bring himself to do it. (He’d have been better off if he had.) After making vows to all the deities of the earth and the river, he threw himself at the feet of the idol that was perhaps a tiger or perhaps a colt, and he begged for its untried aid. That evening, at sunset, the statue filled his dreams. In the dream it was alive, and trembling—yet it was not the dread-inspiring hybrid form of horse and tiger it had been. It was, instead, those two vehement creatures plus bull, and rose, and tempest, too—and all that, simultaneously. The manifold god revealed to the man that its earthly name was Fire, and that in that circular

temple (and others like it) men had made sacrifices and worshiped it, and that it would magically bring to life the phantasm the man had dreamed—so fully bring him to life that every creature, save Fire itself and the man who dreamed him, would take him for a man of flesh and blood. Fire ordered the dreamer to send the youth, once instructed in the rites, to that other ruined temple whose pyramids still stood downriver, so that a voice might glorify the god in that deserted place. In the dreaming man’s dream, the dreamed man awoke.

The sorcerer carried out Fire’s instructions. He consecrated a period of time (which in the end encompassed two full years) to revealing to the youth the arcana of the universe and the secrets of the cult of Fire. Deep inside, it grieved the man to separate himself from his creation. Under the pretext of pedagogical necessity, he drew out the hours of sleep more every day. He also redid the right shoulder (which was perhaps defective). From time to time, he was disturbed by a sense that all this had happened before——-His days were, in general, happy;

when he closed his eyes, he would thinkNow I will be with my son. Or, less frequently, The son I have engendered is waiting for me, and he will not exist if I do not go to him.

Gradually, the man accustomed the youth to reality. Once he ordered him to set a flag on a distant mountaintop. The next day, the flag crackled on the summit. He attempted other, similar experiments—each more daring than the last. He saw with some bitterness that his son was ready— perhaps even impatient—to be born. That night he kissed him for the first time, then sent him off, through many leagues of impenetrable jungle, many leagues of swamp, to that other temple whose ruins bleached in the sun downstream. But first (so that the son would never know that he was a phantasm, so that he would believe himself to be a man like other men) the man infused in him a total lack of memory of his years of education.

The man’s victory, and his peace, were dulled by the wearisome sameness of his days. In the twilight hours of dusk and dawn, he would prostrate himself before the stone figure,

imagining perhaps that his unreal son performed identical rituals in other circular ruins, downstream. At night he did not dream, or dreamed the dreams that all men dream. His perceptions of the universe’s sounds and shapes were somewhat pale: the absent son was nourished by those diminutions of his soul. His life’s goal had been accomplished; the man lived on now in a sort of ecstasy. After a period of time (which some tellers of the story choose to compute in years, others in decades), two rowers woke the man at midnight. He could not see their faces, but they told him of a magical man in a temple in the North, a man who could walk on fire and not be burned.

The sorcerer suddenly remembered the god’s words. He remembered that of all the creatures on the earth, Fire was the only one who knew that his son was a phantasm. That recollection, comforting at first, soon came to torment him. He feared that his son would meditate upon his unnatural privilege and somehow discover that he was a mere simulacrum. To be not a man, but the projection of another man’s dream—

what incomparable humiliation, what vertigo! Every parent feels concern for the children he has procreated (or allowed to be procreated) in happiness or in mere confusion; it was only natural that the sorcerer should fear for the future of the son he had conceived organ by organ, feature by feature, through a thousand and one secret nights.

The end of his meditations came suddenly, but it had been foretold by certain signs: first (after a long drought), a distant cloud, as light as a bird, upon a mountaintop; then, toward the South, the sky the pinkish color of a leopard’s gums; then the clouds of smoke that rusted the iron of the nights; then, at last, the panicked flight of the animals—for that which had occurred hundreds of years ago was being repeated now. The ruins of the sanctuary of the god of Fire were destroyed by fire. In the birdless dawn, the sorcerer watched the concentric holocaust close in upon the walls. For a moment he thought of taking refuge in the water, but then he realized that death would be a crown upon his age and absolve him from his

labors. He walked into the tatters of flame, but they did not bite his flesh—they caressed him, bathed him without heat and without combustion. With relief, with humiliation, with terror, he realized that he, too, was but appearance, that another man was dreaming him.”

Jorge Luis Borges

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“I, myself, alone, have more memories than all mankind since the world began,” he said to me. And also: “My dreams are like other people’s waking hours.” And again, toward dawn: “My memory, sir, is like a garbage heap.”

Borges

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THE PASSENGER

I am the anonymous mask

that rides the train of the damned.
My eyes are black holes
of empty nothingness
and I do not REALLY see
anything that lies before me.
I live a life of servitude
that serves no purpose
but to make others richer.
Free thinking is unknown to me
and beyond my comprehension.
My head is as empty as an
ancient dried-up riverbed
in the Sahara Desert.
I am Sisyphus endlessly pushing
a giant boulder up a mountain.
I am a grain of sand
on an endless shore
on a sea of blood.
There is no moon.
There are no stars.
The sun is blotted out
by black clouds of despair.
I have given up all hope
for anything better.
A pig that is destined to become bacon
serves more purpose than I.
Many others without hopes or dreams,
without willpower,
surround me with their uselessness.
We shoot through the tunnels
of the vast metropolis
and get off at our assigned prisons.
We emerge from steaming holes in the ground
like a plague of rats from hell.
We perform our assigned tasks
and then go home to watch
other drones live their lives in television fantasies.
The show goes on.
The nightmare continues.
Will I ever wake up?
Will any of these robots beside me
awaken from their sluggish torpor?
Unlikely.
Quite unlikely, indeed…
We continue our journey to nowhere
in perfect ignorance.
I am the passenger
on the train of the damned…
THB3
9:55am on the Toei Shinjuku Death Line
Monday 2-3-14
Tokyo, Japan
Not very poetic, but VERY true and honest…
I wrote this while observing all the robots on the way to work on a packed Tokyo train.
Faces glum and expressionless, just staring hopelessly into space or reading Manga
comic books, texting, or playing video games on cell phones.  Just plain sad, a true
picture of quiet despair.  I wonder how my face looked…?  At least I know I was thinking…
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2-3-14
Superbowl MONDAY in Japan….AGAIN!
And nobody cares.
To hell with it….
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“As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory— there are only words. It is not strange that time may have confused those that once portrayed me with those that were symbols of the fate of the person that accompanied me for so many centuries. I have been Homer; soon, like Ulysses, I shall be Nobody; soon, I shall be all men—I shall be dead.”
Borges
The Immortals
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And so…we come to the end of yet another Street Journal.  Once again, it has been filled with my words and the words of others, words inspired by the mystery of life – words from the heart.   It has been another fascinating experiment in a new form of writing, what I like to call…
FRAGMENTATIONISM.  I do this because I must.
The Tokyo winter is winding down.  The days are windy and crisp.  The nights are long and cold.  An orange crescent moon sets in the west as I send you this dispatch from the Far East.  Spring is near and life goes on…for all of us…
So it goes…
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THERE WILL BE MORE STREET JOURNALS….stay tuned…
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THB3
2-5-14
Tokyo, Japan

FROM THE FURTHEST EDGES OF THE UNIVERSE TO YOU…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

And this is STREET JOURNAL 73

The above is my digital artwork named

The Mechanics of Abstraction

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super-ultraminimalism
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This might be able to hold your attention for 20 minutes or so….
If not, call my secretary – we`ll do lunch…
or….you can send me a `tweet` or a `twit` or whatever the fuck those things are called later…
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MAVERICK
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“Flow, my tears, fall from your springs…
Exiled forever, let me mourn;
Where night`s blackbird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more…
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my desserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to condemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world`s despite.”
John Dowland (1596)  Musical Lyrics or Poetry (both, really…)
Lachrimae Pavan or Seaven Teares
(See my latest YouTube video, THE SEEKER, to hear this amazing music…)
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The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall…..the first book I ever felt like taking the time and effort to type the whole damn thing so I could keep it forever on my Google Drive.  I don`t know why, but I had this overpowering urge to type all 400 pages of it and I had a very strong feeling that doing this would open some new doorways for me into a world of my own writing, my own novels.  So I plod onward a page at a time, typing out this conceptual masterpiece, word by word, toward an unknown result……..come what may……
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R.I.P. Lou Reed…Sunday, 10-27-13……Now, you`re taking a Walk on the Other Side…c u there…
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“It`s very difficult to logically explain the illogical.”
“`It`s a distance that can`t be measured.`
`Like the distance from one person`s heart to another`s.`”
“Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss.  Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp,  one after another,  like a comb losing teeth.  And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations.  Your physical strength, your hopes, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or, then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away.
Some announce their departure before they leave, while others disappear all of a sudden without warning one day.  And once you lose them you can never get them back.  Your search for replacements never goes well.  It’s all very painful – as painful as actually being cut with a knife.”
Haruki Murakami
“1Q84”
Reading this thoroughly unusual book for me at this VERY strange time in my life is simply perfect.  It creates an atmosphere of hallucinatory otherworldliness.  At times, I feel as if I am the only person in the world amongst the birds and the wind in the trees.  I sit here by the river now.  An autumn wind rattles the tree branches and a crow squawks his enigmatic call.  I am one with it.
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“…the place where he is meant to be lost…”
Murakami
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“No one knows for certain what it means to die until they actually do it”
“Time Now For Ghosts”
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10/31/13  4:30pm  Tokyo, Japan,  Halloween
“Winding Lives
Fate and Straying”
I just saw this perfect example of Japanese bad English on a girl`s shirt as she walked by.  I stand here in Shinjuku after another seemingly fruitless job interview.  Somehow though, the shirt seemed perfectly appropriate to the moment.
  I am about to board a Chuo Line train to Koenji, one of the main locations in Haruki Murakami`s masterful book, 1Q84.  I don`t know why, but I am irresistibly drawn to this place he speaks of with such familiarity.  It`s a cool autumn evening.  Come what may…
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Koenji turned out to be a nice, quiet neighborhood, in turn both hip and funky in some parts and somewhat mystical in others.  I met a nice artist girl named Asuka Ishii by visiting her gallery.  Koenji was totally worth the trip and I will definitely visit again.  Now, to Shinjuku for Halloween party time viewing…
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Halloween in Japan is absolutely NOT as drunken-crazy as in America – BUT – it still defies description.  I`ll leave it at that and just let you wonder.  You have to see it for yourself…
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Tsukijishijo station off the Oedo line for a taste of OLD Tokyo…
Fish market & old buildings…
Hama Rikyu Gardens
Also, hit up the beach in Odaiba and the incredible haunted island with the gun battlements from 1853…
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Dias de los Muertos…….(My slideshow is on YouTube at tomhbrooks3)
My incredibly ridiculous bike ride of epic proportions from 11/1/13.  I went southwest along route 357 until I reached Odaiba and then I cut up to an amazing park, went over Rainbow Bridge, went north through Chuo-ku and passed throughout the old buildings of the fish market and continued curving to the east again until I hit route 50 and made my way home.  It was one of the best rides I`ve had yet in Tokyo.  This city is endless and I will never tire of exploring it…..
In retrospect, I don`t think this ride was any longer than any of my epic Los Angeles or New York City rides, probably shorter, in fact, BUT…..this city is so incredibly DENSE.  It seems as if I`ve passed through at least 111 different worlds today.  That is definitely what distinguishes the Tokyo city adventure from the American city adventure.  Actually, it could be comparable to my trips from Staten Island to Coney Island through Brooklyn – different neighborhoods every few blocks.  LA trips along the ocean are more or less the same general scenery, but THIS was a whole new ballgame, and I won the game, baby, let me tell ya…..
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Check out the art work of Yayoi Kusama
and the architectural masterpieces of Ando Tadao
(Google images and Wikipedia will give an overview…)
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Go to Nikko in Tochigi Prefecture
and also travel to Kagawa and Tokushima in Shikoku Prefecture…
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I was watching a promo video on YouTube for Lucha VaVoom in downtown Los Angeles at the Mayan Theatre.  It`s like Mexican wrestling and burlesque dancers and drinking tequila….
absolutely ridiculous and, at the same time, spectacular.  I always wanted to go see that show and I never got a chance.  You snooze, you lose…..that cliche holds true…
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The best Mexican food website EVER….
just looking at it makes me hungry…
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Visit the Tokyo Museum of Contemporary Art in KIBA…
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“The good aren`t always right; and the bad don`t always have it wrong…”
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SHOW ME A SANE MAN AND I WILL CURE HIM FOR YOU.
This has been today`s psychology lesson, brought to you by the great
CARL JUNG
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This has best represented our existence since the beginning of time and philosophical thought:
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Exactly.
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11/12/13  I`m working in Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo (Hakusan Station near Korakuen and Tokyo Dome)
{this is just so I remember these crazy names and this excellent date}
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“Pretend to be completely in control and people will assume you are.”
Nolan Bushnell
Founder of Atari
and mentor to Steve Jobs
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“Stay Hungry.  Stay Foolish.”
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Reading the biography of Steve Jobs on my iPhone seems to me a strange and beautiful irony.
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“TAXI SMASH FACE”
Tim Hudock
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Music: There are songs that stay with you throughout your entire life…
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Well, I`ve started my new job at the company called *** and it makes the last one look like being on acid on the 666th level of the ABYSS.  This new one is a thousand times better.  But fuck the babbling work talk.  Tonight, I want to write about a 9-year-old boy named Aoi.  Today was very likely the last time I will ever see him.  You see, I`m just TRAINING at this particular school – just passing through in other words.  Next week, I`ll be somewhere else, only to be moved still again to another location somewhere in the vast Tokyo metropolis.  In any case, this kid was a first-class little character that touched my heart in some strange way.  Perhaps he was a young kindred spirit; we had a kind of instant connection that just doesn`t happen very often in life….with ANYONE.  It was the first and last night to meet young Aoi.  This is a name that can be for Japanese boys or girls; more commonly in the latter.  It can mean `BLUE`, but I didn`t see how it was written in Kanji (not that I`d be able to read it.)  He was a good-looking, smart young fellow – smart as a whip, really.  He was strange and eccentric, but not in a lunatic kind of way – just odd, different.  He had intelligent eyes and a curious mind.  He`s participating in a spelling bee this Sunday and if he wins, he gets 10,000 yen towards a trip to Hawaii.  His mom, his dad, his grandma, his mom`s sister – all of them – are doctors.  He comes from a real medical family tree.  An admirable profession, to be sure, but I think, perhaps, not exactly HIS goal or disposition.  He seemed to me a little bit of a dreamer, creative, artistic and quirky.  Right when we started talking, we clicked like we`d known each other for years.  It was like talking to a miniature adult.  He was enthusiastic and humorous and talked in a somewhat manic, but intelligent manner (does this sound at all familiar?)  He lived in America for a long long time (most of his first 9 years), so his English was flawless and without accent.  In fact, he seemed more American than Japanese.  His dad was like a big shot surgeon somewhere in Pittsburgh.  We immediately starting talking without pause about Pittsburgh and a myriad of other places he`s been in the USA…San Antonio, Los Angeles and New York City, to mention a few big ones.  I asked him if he missed America or if he was happier in Japan.  Without missing a beat, he said, “I miss America.”  He said people in Tokyo were boring and Americans were more interesting and fun and different.  I mentioned Tokyo robots and he said, “Yes, robots!  Exactly!”  He likes making things, arts and crafts, reading, growing things in gardens and cooking.  He also had an amazing knowledge about animals.  This kid had `ARTIST` written all over him.  However, I KNOW that coming from a rich and prominent family of Japanese doctors, the chances are about 92% that he will be railroaded into being a doctor whether he wants it or not.  I told him that maybe he could be a veterinarian specializing in animal surgery and maybe his parents would accept that AND he could be an animal doctor that is an excellent master chef.  I told him to never lose his dream and to be true to himself.  There is so much more I talked to this amazing kid about that listing it all would probably bore you.  Let it suffice to say that I taught him more AND learned more from him than most people probably communicate to each other in 2 weeks.  Before he left, he gave me a little lizard-like dinosaur paper origami cutout that he made for me.  He just wordlessly handed it to me in a friendly and casual manner and then said goodbye.  Why do I take all this space to write about one kid?  He touched my heart somehow in a melancholy way.  Maybe I saw in him something of myself and we all know how crazy my life has been.  He was really a one-of-a-kind character and I wish him all the best.  He`s only at the school one night a week, so it`s entirely likely that I won`t see him again, but I WILL remember him.  I can`t really explain why.  When I was walking home through the dark, cold night streets on the edge of town, I found myself thinking of that kid and hoping for him to have a good life.  And I`m keeping that paper animal cutout.  I hope he finds his dream.  I hope I find mine too.  It`s never too late to keep trying…
“A mind forever voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone…”
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“THE SPIRIT NOW WILLS HIS OWN WILL, AND HE WHO HAS
BEEN LOST TO THE WORLD NOW CONQUERS THE WORLD.”
FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
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“God is in the details.”
A maxim embraced by the Bauhaus aesthetic (Walter Gropius and Mies van der Rohe, especially)
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“It is better to be good than to be original.”
Mies van der Rohe
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KAROUSHI… death by overwork (the Japanese salaryman)
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If you feel that you may be lacking the imagination to believe in `impossible` things, read this quote….
“Why, sometimes I`ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass
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SEA OF THE DEAD    by THB3
A multitude of nameless silences
The errant cries of small birds
The squawk of a raven…
Angular shadows stretch across
the soil into geometric patterns of death
A forest of gray stones
in marble and granite
Monuments for those lost to this world
I hear your muted voices
speaking to me through
the open window of timelessness
The wind rattles and hisses
through the cool green shade
of the ancient bamboo grove –
– it has stood here wordlessly
for countless and untold years
while the vast city grew up around it
Time has forgotten this place
but some of us are still listening
to your cryptic whispers in this sea of the dead
Although you had no choice,
I pay my quiet respects to these brave souls
who have crossed over to the other world
With no regard for past, present or future,
your silence says so much –
much more than mere words ever could
As your ashes disperse into the soil of this earth,
you become one with the dust from whence we came
Speak to me;
I am listening…
THB3
(Written at a graveyard/shrine in Chitose Karasuyama in western Tokyo on 11/22/13
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It seems that I have a fascination with death and the world (worlds?) beyond….
I have always loved hanging around graveyards, the quietest parks in town.  I think, perhaps, I identify more with the dead than with the living…
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Friday night, 11/22/13
Although I`m enjoying myself as I always do when I`m alone, I truly feel as if I don`t really belong anywhere, no matter where I go or what I do in Tokyo.  It is an ocean of anonymity…
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I only know my way around this crazy city of Tokyo on foot, skateboard or bike (and even all that is sketchy and random).  When I`m underground in a train station, however (and I HATE to admit it), I`m just fucking LOST…
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I`m sure everyone has heard of golf-pro shops.  Well, get this; I just saw an “S&M-pro shop”….
SPEC-FUCKING-TACULAR……
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“The truth is what those in power wish it to be.”
“The exile does not choose his Babylon.”
`Dr. Narcisse`
Boardwalk Empire
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“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.”
Lee Clow & Steve Jobs
Apple “Think Different” Campaign
1997
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This fucking train line (Toei Shinjuku Line) I’ve been taking to work every goddamned day has like one of the highest suicide rates in the world.  It travels through a huge swath of western Tokyo where there are no safety rails whatsoever & these little bastards are throwing themselves onto the tracks like lemmings.  Henceforth, I shall call this line the ‘Toei Suicidal Death Line.’
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One thing I`ve learned in life; somebody, somewhere, is ALWAYS complaining about something
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11/30/13
RIP Paul Walker; After 5 or 6 Fast and Furious movies, you were killed with cruel irony in a fiery car crash.  At least we know that you weren`t driving.  Good luck in that eternal street race on the other side….
“I live my life a quarter-mile at a time…”
“What`d you put in that sandwich?”
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“So which car do you want?”
“ALL OF THEM.”
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“Nature loves simplicity and unity.”
Johannes Kepler
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The Pedestrian
 
A man walks endlessly through the vast sprawling city.  He is continuously alone and anonymous.  He moves along aimlessly, wandering its boulevards, thoroughfares, side streets, empty lots, parks, structures and back alleys.  He meanders both above and underground.  He is constantly amazed and wide-eyed at everything that catches his eye from the most obvious to the most inconspicuous details.  He soaks it all up like a sponge.  He takes in every little observation with a shutter click of his mind`s eye.  Nothing escapes his notice.  He strolls from the fringes to the center and back again.  He goes from the furthest edges of industrial wastelands and forgotten ruins to the very heart of the city, the beating throbbing heart of its economy, the engine that drives it ever-forward.  He has no destination in mind.  The journey itself IS the destination.  His only goal is to SEE, to learn, to explore.  In this roundabout and haphazard way, he comes to know the heart of it, its soul, so to speak.  He becomes one with the city.  It is like taking a walk inside himself, through the labyrinth of his own complex mindscape.  There are no accurate maps for this uncharted terrain.  Where his mind and the landscape come together is the nexus, if you will.  There is no name for this location and if you are lucky enough to find it, it is the place where one finds epiphanies…revelations.
There is no end to this, nor would he want there to be.  There is an old saying; “The longest journey begins with but a single step.”  He has taken that first step and many, many more since.  And, his journey has just begun.  Where it leads….?  Well, only time will tell….
THB3
Wednesday 12/4/13  1:00pm
Kyodo, Western Tokyo
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Where I am right now – this is MY WORLD – other people just happen to live in it…
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An old Shinto shrine, in the middle of what has become the city streets; they just built around it.  A strange sight, indeed…
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12/10/13
I had an excellent conversation this morning by the train station at Sakurajosui.  I talked to an old Japanese man who called himself Henry, of all names.  He was a first-class character, indeed….
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“The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.”
Steven Weinberg
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12/11/13
You know, it turns out ravens like BBQ Cheetos.  I fed a whole flock of `em during lunch at the lake in Sakurajosui today…
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“If I mean to save my life, then I have to come within an inch of destroying it.”
Paul Auster
The Book of Illusions
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I NEVER INTENDED FOR THINGS TO TURN OUT THIS WAY.
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“…one of those rare people in whom mind ultimately wins out over matter.  Age doesn`t diminish these people.  It makes them old, but it doesn`t alter who they are, and the longer they go on living, the more fully and implacably they incarnate themselves.”
Paul Auster
The Book of Illusions
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“And it seems no less evident that the various sensations or ideas imprinted on the sense, however blended or combined together, cannot exist otherwise than in a mind perceiving them.  Secondly, it will be objected that there is a great difference betwixt real fire and the idea of fire,  between dreaming or imagining oneself burnt, and actually being so.”
George Berkeley
The Principles of Human Knowledge
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“I am a ridiculous man.
 God has played many jokes on me.”
Paul Auster
The Book of Illusions

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SUPER-ULTRA MINIMALISM (IT`S THE NEW THING, DON`T YA KNOW?)

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

Say hello to STREET JOURNAL 72…

The above is one of my digital artworks named

Mondrian`s White Blood Cells

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…because no one has time for anything but Twitter anymore…
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Faceless in a Facebook world…
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Here`s a link to my profile…
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Welcome back……!  May I help you?
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Started on 10/1/13  in Tokyo, Japan…
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Not that this is of any concern to anyone but myself, however, I write it in my book just for me.  After all, it directly concerns ME.  Now coming from Los Angeles, a world city with ALL types of food from anywhere on the planet, it can be quite hard to find certain things you want to eat in Japan, even in Tokyo.  Some things are next to impossible to find here at all.  You tend to get tired of rice and fucking noodles all the time, especially after three years.  Well today, (10-1-13)
I ate an absolutely spectacular falafel sandwich in Azabu, made by a Japanese woman, if you can believe it.  Apparently, she lived in Israel for awhile and she has got it down perfect.  Fresh and delicious it was, with all the makings of a good falafel sandwich; fresh pita bread, hummus, tahini sauce, black olives, onions, spicy sauce (I forget the name) and warm, just-made falafels.  The place is called Falafel King and it`s the best I`ve eaten since that place at Farmer`s Market in LA. It really brought joy to my heart, I tell you.  It`s the LITTLE THINGS, people, it`s the little things.
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There are times in life when you get so used to being miserable and stressed out that it just seems to be the normal state of things…
….And then, it doesn`t even bother you anymore, so you just drink beer and laugh your ass off.
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“I tell you, we are here on this earth to fart around, so don`t let anybody try to tell you different.”
Kurt Vonnegut
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Whether or not you`re a religious type, the Bible is FULL of great quotes, like this one, for example…
“WHEN HE HATH TRIED ME,
I SHALL COME FORTH AS GOLD.”
The Book of Job
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“To give an idea of the maturity of my illustrations for this book, here is my picture of an asshole:
     
I think I am trying to clear my head of all the junk in there – the assholes, the flags, the underpants.  I`m throwing out characters from my other books, too.  I`m not going to put on any more puppet shows.  I think I am trying to make my head as empty as it was when I was born onto this damaged planet fifty years ago.  I suspect that this is something most people should do.  The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.  I have no culture, no humane harmony in my brains.  I can`t live without a culture anymore.  So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel back in time…”
Kurt Vonnegut
Breakfast of Champions
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****** International “School”
“ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO`S NEST”
THAT`S what it`s like working at this fucking place, but much, MUCH worse….
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“What the hell am I?
Thousand eyes, a fly
Lucky then I`d be
In one day deceased
Sickman, sickman, sickman…..
I can feel the wheel, but I can`t steer
When my thoughts become my biggest fear
Ah, what`s the difference, I`ll die
In this sick world of mine…”
Alice in Chains
“Sickman”  (An old classic…)
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“What a deplorable existence I lead in this absurd climate and under what frightful conditions!  How boring!  How stupid life is!  What am I doing here?”
Arthur Rimbaud
Aden, 1884
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“When a man has learned – and not on paper – how to remain alone with his suffering, how to overcome his longing to flee, the illusion that others may share, then he has little left to learn.”
Albert Camus
Notebooks, 1942-1951
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…as I told you, writing is very cathartic for me.  It`s how I voice my frustrations and spit out the poison.  BUT….I`m still laughing, believe it.  I will always win.  We just can`t let the scumbags bring us down.
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“…the famous artist with his meaningless pictures had entered into a conspiracy with millionaires to make poor people feel stupid.”
“He won all those medals in the Second World War for killing Japanese, who were yellow robots.
They were fueled by rice.”
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(Apparently, I`m not the only one who`s thought of this “yellow robot” concept…)
“Honest to God, the way things are going, all I can think of is that I`m a character in a book by somebody who wants to write about somebody who suffers all the time.”
“This was the reason Americans shot and killed each other so often: It was a convenient literary device for ending short stories and books.  Why were so many Americans treated by their government as though their lives were as disposable as paper facial tissues?  Because that was the way authors customarily treated bit-part players in their made-up tales.
And so on.
Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling.  I would write about life.  Every person would be exactly as important as any other.  All facts would be given equal weightiness.
Nothing would be left out.  Let others bring order to chaos.  I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done.”
 
“OUR AWARENESS IS ALL THAT IS ALIVE AND MAYBE SACRED IN ANY OF US.  EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT US IS JUST DEAD MACHINERY.”
Kurt Vonnegut
Breakfast of Champions
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Now, it`s a fact that money doesn`t buy happiness……BUT…it might buy a LITTLE bit…
For example, I could have a nice office and a comfortable chair to sit on while I write and work on my endless photographic projects.  Instead, I sit on the floor Buddha style on a tatami mat in a broom closet-sized apartment.  After working for hours sometimes, I am crippled – legs twisted up like pretzels and with my back feeling like a lump of dead meat with a butcher hacking into it with a sharp cleaver.  I could get that beautiful art studio loft with the high ceiling I`ve always wanted, so I could work on those HUGE paintings I`ve always wanted to do instead of tiny digital sketches – you know – what I REALLY want to do.  I could………………….
no; I`ll refrain from taking this any further.  I could probably go on for hours about all the stuff I COULD do if I had a lot of money.  Maybe it DOES buy happiness; or maybe we mistake convenience for happiness.  I still get almost everything I want to do finished one way or another, even if I`m in excruciating pain afterwards…..whatever………there`s always whiskey….
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“We want world peace!”
“Yeah, and I want a golden unicorn that shits money – it`s NEVER gonna happen….”
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Creation Monster
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10/9/13
Went to Arashio Sumo Beya in Chuo-ku near Hamacho Park.  It may not have been the main place in Ryogoku, but nonetheless, it was fascinating.  I managed to get a couple of videos, so I can always remember this clash of the titans (fatties in dirty diapers…)
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10/9/13 9pm
Goodbye ****** International “School”…..
and go fuck yourselves…
I have never in my life been happier to be unemployed.  It’s like a GIANT weight has been lifted off my shoulders and my soul feels lighter than a feather on a typhoon wind.
That dump was a poisoned swamp of despair, a quagmire of hopelessness, but NO MORE!  I would rather allow arcane symbols to be carved into my flesh with a rusty butter
knife than spend another day in that waking
nightmare.  I have been liberated!  THIS is cause for CELEBRATION.  My heart is filled
with joy…
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Ahhhh, yes….& one more thing; I won’t have to waste any more of my precious time giving that punk boss any more humiliating verbal beat downs.
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10/12/13, Saturday….
Chiharu and I for an “I`m unemployed” celebration in Shibuya and Harajuku.  We had dinner at Fonda de la Madrugada.  The spectacular Mexican mariachi band did an excellent rendition of Santana`s “Oye Como Va.”  A great day all around……
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10/14/13
That’s the greatest thing about Tokyo; there are a million strange places to go and hang out.  I can just play “dumb gaijin” & go wherever I feel like, and if I’m not supposed to be there, someone will tell me in Japanese and I can pretend not to understand or I can leave if it no longer interests me.  Any way you look at it, I win…
I’m speaking of strange industrial districts,  anywhere beyond gates with signs that I cannot read, gardens inside apartment building complexes, and numerous other places.  It just never ends.
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“People`s memories might be the fuel they burn to stay alive…”
Haruki Murakami
After Dark
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Okay, I was THIS CLOSE to getting a teaching job here in Tokyo at an ALL-GIRLS SCHOOL, aged 15 to 18 years.  Well, THAT would have been a recipe for disaster!  I would have been like a fox in a henhouse, being around all those sexy little vixens in their short plaid miniskirts and thigh-high stockings….torture, indeed…..
It would have been a sure formula for me to end up divorced, in jail, or BOTH…..
I guess it`s a good thing that I didn`t get it….
(…but I kind of wish that I had….)
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Steven Hall, the author of the spectacularly inventive novel, The Raw Shark Texts, has publicly stated that the title is a play on words for Rohrschach Test,the inkblot psychological test that can be different to everyone.  And that is exactly what he says he set out to do with this book; to write a book that would mean something different to everyone, a crossover between many genres meant to mutate into some kind of hybrid book that knows no category or classification.  If you have read it, or you intend to, you will see that he has done quite a good job at achieving this objective, and any way you look at this novel, if nothing else, it is VERY original, borrowing ideas from MANY sources, but somehow coming out totally unique in its own right….
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When you try to manipulate a society by denying them marijuana, in turn, you create a society of rampant alcoholism…I only know what I see.  And if you’re wondering, I’m both an alcoholic AND a pothead and I don’t deny it, so piss off…
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“I skate to where the puck is going to be, not where it has been.”
Wayne Gretzky  (as quoted by Steve Jobs of Apple Computer fame…)
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I crawl to where the beer is going to be, not where I broke the last bottles…
Tom Brooks
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“The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world
 are the ones who do…”
Steve Jobs
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“The role of the story was, in the broadest terms, to transpose a single problem into another form.  Depending on the nature and the direction of the problem, a solution could be suggested in the narrative.  He would return to the real world with that suggestion in hand.  It was like a piece of paper bearing the indecipherable text of a magic spell.  At times it lacked coherence and served no immediate practical purpose.  But itwould contain a possibility.  Someday he might be able to decipher the spell.  That possibility would gently warm his heart from within.
Haruki Murakami
1Q84
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Everyone is Gone Now…
 
Everyone is gone now
and I am left alone with my thoughts,
which are myriad.
It is as if the world I`d once known
is collapsing inward upon itself-
a universe imploding,
quarks rushing together into nothingness…
EXCEPT…
for one tiny light in the midst
of an endless void,
the tiny pinprick of light
that is called self…
That lives on in its own unmoored
nomadic existence
like a comet drifting along the
edges of a galaxy,
but never coming back to the sun.
The past is like a collection
of ghosts in a black and white
slideshow, playing on ancient projector
inside my skull,
sound fading away,
like a distant radio playing an old song…
Everyone is gone now, yes,
or perhaps it`s me who is gone…
No matter; this is the way things are.
The world moves on without you,
things change, you are left behind,
and then twilight falls forever
You can`t go back.
All of us know this
and perhaps some even fear it.
But it must be accepted for
it is just the way things work.
It is an irrevocable fact of life in this world
and in this universe.
We are,
each and every one,
a quiet whisper,
a flickering candle,
a breath of soft wind,
a grain of sand on a cosmic beach…
and then……
we are gone…
Tom Brooks
Tokyo, Japan
October 22, 2013
5:24pm
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How can I be in a city of millions and write THAT?!?
Dreams are a strange thing…
Good Night….
10/22/13
THB3

THIS IS THE STUFF DREAMS ARE MADE OF…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

It`s STREET JOURNAL 71…

A STORY OF EPISODES
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THE SUPER-ULTRA A.D.D. EDITION!!!
Dedicated to those who are so busy BEING busy….
These things are getting shorter all the time….
(you can even read the whole thing on the toilet!!  Better than TV Guide!)
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I`LL GIVE IT TO YA IN SMALL DOSES SO YOUR HEAD DOESN`T EXPLODE…
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Started on September 6th, 2013 in Tokyo, Japan
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The Autumn of My Life
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FRAGMENTS
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AM 
THESE 
WORDS
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And, of course, some other people are these words too……..
….like this one, for example…..
“If I had a sense of foreboding about this trip, it was because travel into the unknown can also be like dying.  After the anguish of the goodbyes and the departure itself, you seem to diminish, growing smaller and smaller, vanishing into the distance.  In time, no one misses you except in the casual, mildly mocking way of `Whatever happened to old so-and-so?` (who was always babbling about being on the next plane to Honduras?)
You`re gone, no one can depend on you, and when you`re only a dim memory, a bitterness creeps into the recollection, in the way that the dead are often resented for being dead.  What good are you, unobtainable and so far away?
And that makes you two ghosts, because in the distant country, too, you`re like a wraith, with your face pressed to the window of another culture, staring at other lives.  And much of what you see (or THINK you see) has another side.”
Paul Theroux
The Last Train to Zona Verde
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9/7/13
A new entry regarding Japanese BAD ENGLISH:
A STUPID t-shirt that said
“KEEP THE MY FAITH”
WTF?!?
Can`t somebody proofread these things for these little bastards before they print `em?!?
maybe I should PUNCH YOU IN THE YOUR FACE!
Sorry……………….not really.
I seem to be really irritated with EVERYTHING Japanese today, I`m having a cultural disagreement overload.  I hate rice, slippers, noodles, fish, J-pop, manga, robots, working,
robots (did I already say that?), this language, deadbeats, low doorways, subways, the ground I`m walking on, this dirty river, the smell of slow death in the air….yeah, basically EVERYTHING.
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I`m also really sick of these weirdos walking their stupid little dogs in fucking baby carriages…
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Feeling a little BITTER?…..
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TRUE ART IS A DEMANDING MISTRESS.
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Regarding this RIDICULOUS job I currently have in Tokyo…..**** International “School”…
“Hell is other people.”
Jean-Paul Sartre
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A great documentary movie, I AM.  After a life-changing accident, Hollywood director, Tom Shadyac, speaks with intellectual and spiritual leaders around the world and asks some fundamental questions about our nature as humans, namely WHO and WHAT we are.  He asks, “What is wrong with our world?” and, even more importantly, “What can we do to change it?”
Some of the answers, you already know deep in your heart, and some of them will surprise you.
All around, an excellent movie.  Thanks for the suggestion, DWP…..
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Argon…..is a chemical element with the symbol Ar and atomic number 18.  It is the third most common gas in the Earth`s atmosphere at .93%.  It has been circulated throughout our Earth`s atmosphere throughout time and across the ages, with every breath of air you take.  So, in theory, every breath we take is the same air that was breathed by the dinosaurs, the first mammals, Aristotle, Jesus Christ, Buddha, Shakespeare, Galileo, all the philosophers, all the warlords……EVERYONE.  The very air we breathe connects us all across the vast bridge of time and we should all find this fascinating if we really think about it; life as an endless chain of breaths across the ages and trillions of hearts…..
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I am a walking, talking CONTRADICTION…
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JUXTAPOSITION OF OPPOSITES
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Everyone has one special THING, one thing they were destined to do.
Every breath I take, I am working closer towards fulfilling my destiny….
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“AND I ONLY AM ESCAPED ALONE TO TELL THEE…”
The Book of Job
The Bible
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****** International “School”
“More fun than a barrel of monkeys…”
Have you ever been around an actual barrel of monkeys?
Well….I have, and let me tell you, it is SPECTACULAR!!!
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Never forget that really nice guy, Eric, from South Carolina that I see everyday in Azabu.  He is filled with positive vibes.  He is like a walking black Buddha, I tell you…a top-shelf character…
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SILENCE IS POWER.
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September 21st, 2013
Chiharu and I…..Farewell to Summer trip to Enoshima.  It will be her first time there.  It is 4:30am and an absolutely gorgeous morning with a full moon, stars, and crickets….PERFECT.
Those sheet-of-paper-looking local delicacies in Enoshima that I mentioned last time…the ones with the design on them……well, it turns out those people are eating dried OCTOPUS SKIN.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, DELICIOUS.
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Having a discussion about something or voicing an opinion….well, that is no problem…..BUT….
“Critics” are fucking stupid.  I`m talking about those who get paid to tell idiots what to think.
“Reviews” are for people who are too dumb to have their own opinion.
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“THE ONLY FREE CHEESE IS IN THE MOUSETRAP.”
81-year-old Maine lobster fisherman, Alvin Rackliff, as quoted by Paul Theroux in
The Last Train to Zona Verde
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“Without promotion, something terrible happens…..NOTHING!”
P.T. Barnum
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9-25-13  Morning Train
7:30am changing trains at Morishita…
I saw this ugly bulldog of a salaryman in the mandatory blue suit just barreling off the train like a juggernaut taking out anyone in his path.  He mowed down a schoolgirl and made her drop a bunch of her things including bag and umbrella.  She actually had the guts to grab his shirt in an angry manner, but he didn`t even acknowledge that she existed or try to make any kind of lame apology; he just shook her off and continued going ruthlessly forward.  I had to do something, so I cut him off GOOD on the stairs and made him stumble, and OF COURSE, made no move to apologize.  What a SCUMBAG!  People are SO NICE…….love is EVERYWHERE…..
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9/28/13
You have NO IDEA how frustrating it is to be a foreigner in Japan.  That is, unless you`re some kind of a Japan freak— like you love manga or J-pop, or the “culture” or some such bullshit.  BUT… when you`re a guy like me, born and bred on SoCal beaches, it is almost beyond tolerance; an excruciating and irritating experience of complete helplessness.  It feels, sometimes, as if my life is no longer in MY hands.  I have had to endure countless tortures since I got here three years ago: for example;  endless lines at various government offices (these people like red tape even more than we do in America), listening to constant Japanese jibber-jabber that is beyond comprehension (maybe I understand 3 words out of 20).  There is also the paperwork, line after line of cave-painting Kanji, floating off the page and stabbing my eyes like little ninja knives, giving me throbbing headaches.  There is the terrible pain of sitting under fluorescent lights in some bureaucratic office listening to my wife speaking with some anonymous clone who is babbling gibberish and I can`t understand no matter how hard I try.  I can`t read, I can`t understand anything, and to get the simplest little matter handled is harder than fucking rocket science. I can`t deal with computer or phone or any kind of technical problems without waving my arms around like an ape in the highlands of Uganda.  It really is utterly ridiculous and I just don`t know how much more I can take.  I`m afraid this place is gonna be the death of me.  And the irony is that I don`t even want to be here anymore.  The magic is long gone.  It is just a test of endurance now.  I must be a glutton for punishment.  I am doing it all for love, for Chiharu.  Like the song says….”Love is Blindness.”
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9/28/13  (continued…)
After all the irritations of this morning that sparked the previous entry, it only got worse.  After going to an employment office and listening to a bunch of incomprehensible gibberish, I went to the cell phone store (AU is the company; kind of like AT&T), and tried to get the defect on my iPhone fixed (MORE nonsense).  They couldn`t do it…..OF COURSE.  So, afterwards I took Chiharu home and we were kind of having a few disagreements, which I need not explain here.  Leaving the house on a bad note, I went to Shibuya by myself.  I planned on going to the Apple Store to get the phone fixed with high hopes, not to mention a fair amount of certainty, that SOMEONE there would speak English.  My optimism was rewarded with MANY English speakers and my phone was fixed immediately.  THIS was the ONLY good part of this horrible day.  Afterwards, I was lingering with a beer and people watching when I called Chiharu to say hello and try to make good on our previous bickering.  She was SICK, having one of her attacks resulting from who knows what.  With her MS and all this other shit, I just never know what`s gonna happen next.  She was in a panic, so I rushed home, where she was still in a very bad state.  I had to call an ambulance and then endure more jibber-jabber, stress, and complete confusion; not to mention, A LOT of worry about the little lady.  We went to the hospital (IN AN AMBULANCE) after 15 minutes of questions and red tape while these idiots just SAT there asking stupid questions in Japanese while she was obviously in extreme pain.  I was really getting pissed, but what could I say.  I DON`T SPEAK ENOUGH JAPANESE!  We finally get to the hospital and NO ONE will tell me anything.  They are all obviously afraid to talk to me because NO ONE speaks fucking English.  How can you have an entire hospital (even in Japan) with not ONE ENGLISH SPEAKER?!?  It`s not like we`re in the middle of the New Guinea Highland Jungles or the deepest Amazon.  This is supposed to be a world city!  NOBODY spoke a word of English!  So I was lost, hopelessly.  Paperwork in Kanji, money talk (I`m worried sick and these little bastards wanna talk about goddamned payments!), it was ENDLESS, I tell you, a fucking nightmare.  She has to stay the night in the hospital, I have NO IDEA if it`s only one night or how much it will cost, since this isn`t her regular hospital.  I am delirious.  Poor Chiharu.  Poor ME!  We just can`t seem to catch a break.  Every time I start to save up some money again, something like this happens.  Fuck the money!……every time we start to find some semblance of normalcy and happiness, SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENS.    I just don`t know what to do.  So, all I can think of is beer.  I am home now, writing this on my third tall boy.  It doesn`t kill the pain.  Nothing does.  Except maybe death.  And I`m not ready for that…..no, not yet….
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And here is the definition of a PERFECT 24 hour DAY:
After ALL the previously mentioned CHAOS, I went outside for my last depressing beer.  When I came in the house, I saw a big mosquito flying off my shirt.  It has been biting me all night long and this morning, I am a trainwreck of red welts and itching.  Ain`t life grand?
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Ridley Scott`s Blade Runner (1982)
One of the coolest, most amazingly prescient, dark, Science Fiction, film noir movies ever made.
After watching it again 20 years after I first saw it, I was filled with an ominous sense of nightmares sometimes coming true…
“The future is here; it`s just not evenly distributed.”  William Gibson
Take my advice and watch this movie again.  After all this time, it has most definitely taken on a whole new meaning.  If you didn’t already know, this film is based on Philip K. Dick`s story, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
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“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed are king.”
Antonio da Silva Porto (A Portuguese/Angolan in the 19th Century)
as quoted by Paul Theroux in The Last Train to Zona Verde
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“I never saw a train without wishing to board it.”
Paul Theroux
(What about TOKYO trains, Paul?  What about these hideously overcrowded, rolling nightmares?)
I used to feel the same way until I moved here!
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Crystal Blue Persuasion…….
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“DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LIVE IN A WORLD WITHOUT CLASSIC COKE?”
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So, a Japanese person OR family has a nice balcony with a beautiful view on a sunny, perfect day and what do they do?……….Well, I can tell you this; they DON`T use the balcony for pleasure or relaxation or barbecues—NO; they just hang their dirty underwear and laundry out there so it can flap pointlessly in the cool breeze…
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Sure…….it`s a CULTURAL difference……don`t ENJOY the balcony……just use it to DRY CLOTHES rather than forking out the money for a dryer!  That`s some cheap logic for ya…..
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“So death flooded life, and o`reflowing its natural margin
Spread to a brackish lake, the silver stream of existence.
Wealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to charm,
the oppressor;
But all perished alike beneath the scourge of his anger…”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Evangeline
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JUST REMEMBER, MY AMERICAN FRIENDS;
AT LEAST YOUR PROBLEMS ARE IN FUCKING
ENGLISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THB3
9/30/13, Tokyo, Japan

HOOK, LINE AND SINKER…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

No, this is NOT about fishing…

It`s STREET JOURNAL 70 !!!

THE ONLY WAY TO READ A BOOK IN AN EVENING AND STILL HAVE TIME TO WATCH YOUR FAVORITE SHOW ON TV…………………………………………………………………..
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AND SO IT BEGINS AGAIN…………………….………………………………………………………………….

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A STORY OF EPISODES…
…you`ll get nothing but the words;
hopefully, that should be more than enough….
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An early poem from October of 1999.  It is written in an underdeveloped style, as if I was still trying to find my voice.  However, as I sit here in Japan in July of 2013, I have to be amazed at how right I was.
If this isn`t prophetic, I don`t know what is.  However, THIS country isn`t exactly what I was picturing when I wrote this.  It just goes to show you, life, if nothing else, will ALWAYS be full of unexpected twists and turns of fate….
On the other hand, perhaps it was in my mind all along.  Maybe I set the course of my life on that day many years ago.  It doesn`t really matter anymore because here I am.
And I`ve got PLENTY of time to write.  It`s possible that this is the way it`s supposed to be…
Distant Horizons
 
Sometimes
in the light
of certain south
I see myself there
gone from this place
gone from anywhere
I`ve ever known
to a distant horizon
that cannot yet be named…
I see myself there
divorced from the familiar
the unknown awaiting me
like a virgin bride
greeting me with open arms
I see myself there
with the twilight upon me
triggering the birth of new worlds
a galaxy of light and shadow
I continue forward
with grim determination
into the vortex…
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***** International “School” (update)
This place is SO FUCKING STUPID!
It really is the low point of my checkered NON-career….it truly can`t get much worse than this…
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“Dying is hard, but living is harder still.”
Vincent Van Gogh
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“There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity.  In every generation,
the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.”
Paul Gauguin
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“I do not believe in the Art which is not the compulsive
result of man`s urge to open his heart.”
Edvard Munch
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“You cannot define electricity.  The same can be said of Art.
It is a kind of inner current in a human being, or something
which needs no definition.”
Marcel Duchamp
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“There is only one difference between a madman and me.
The madman thinks he is sane.  I KNOW I am mad.”
“KNOWING HOW TO LOOK IS A WAY OF INVENTING.”
Salvador Dali
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“In the future, everyone will be world famous for 15 minutes.”
Andy Warhol
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As you`d expect one to say, photography is about light, shadow, and composition.
It`s about the definitive moment and an often perfect sense of timing…of being there.
But there`s much more to it than that.  It`s also about the story behind the photograph,
the untold one—how one arrived at that particular time and place—how it all came to be.
When it is viewed this way, what a fascinating and limitless world it can be…
THB3
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“One of the strange things about marriage is that it makes
deception necessary for both parties.”
Eyes Wide Shut
 
“However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.”
Stanley Kubrick
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“We are all shaped by our pasts,
and we carry elements of our pasts
into the future…”
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“An attempt at visualizing
the fourth dimension:
take a point,
stretch it into a line,
curl it into a circle,
twist it into a sphere,
and punch through the sphere…”
Albert Einstein
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I just saw a guy with a t-shirt that said, University of Nowhere……
HA!  I went there too!!
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“Some people die just a little,
some people DIE BY THE DROP…”
Dead Weather
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7/7/13
Hot as hell….
went to the `beach` on Tokyo Bay, `Kasairinkaikoen`…..
Floated around in the cool, filthy water….
Can`t be any worse than swimming or riding a jet ski in LA`s San Pedro harbor, which I`ve done…
(Burned the SHIT out of my pasty, white flesh….my back is itchy and peeling off in strips of tomato red…..worst burn since I was like 6 years old…..)
Later, Chiharu is taking care of this BRUTAL sunburn and I say, Thanks for taking care of my tomato-colored back….
She replies, “It`s not tomato, sweetheart, it`s like…..lasagna with meat….”
QUOTE OF THE WEEK!
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I`d rather dig trenches, work in a mortuary, a Chinese sweatshop, or even
work in a prison cafeteria than work at that fucking `international school`…..a goddamned nightmare, I tell ya….
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7/14/13
Went to Kamakura in Kanagawa Prefecture.  It`s an OLD town, much of it around 800 to 1000 years old (the temples and shrines, that is).  We went to Engaku-ji Temple THIS time (there WILL be future trips) and of course, the rest of the day was spent on the beach and swimming in the ocean……
SPECTACULAR!  (a real PARTY beach, I might add…)
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Joking, to Chiharu, I say, you made my towel stink!
and she replies, “Excuse YOU, bloody, stinky, meatball!” and then laughs….
She`s right….that`s what my back looks like with this sunburn…(there must be a HUGE hole in the ozone layer over Tokyo, because this is the worst burn I`ve EVER had….)
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“The people who are crazy enough to think they
can change the world are the ones who do…”
Steve Jobs
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BUTTERBEAN
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7/23/13
I never mentioned this one….
FLASHBACK TO JUNE, 2013
Midnight on a cool, misty evening and I`m lying in bed watching TV.  Chiharu is asleep.  Suddenly, I hear FURIOUS yelling in JAPANESE.  It starts inside across the alley.  I turn off the computer, the lights are darkened, and I look outside.  Right at that moment,  this angry little Jap bulldog comes BURSTING out the front door of the house across the alley….YELLING.  I can`t understand a fucking word he`s saying but it`s quite obvious that he`s VERY mad.  He starts kicking the garage door in a fit of fury.  Garage doors here are usually sliding metal shutters that pull down like the things on closed NYC storefronts at night.  ( I saw it the next day and it was all bent, broken and kicked in…)  At this point, of course Chiharu had woken up and was wondering what the hell was going on.  So here we are, peeping out the window at this bizarre midnight show and she`s translating quietly for me.  He`s cursing and screaming relentlessly.  Apparently, he`s the brother of the woman across the way and he is WASTED.  It`s not quite clear WHAT the argument is about, but nonetheless, he`s all steamed up about it.  The whole neighborhood must surely be awake now.  This goes on for an outrageous and spectacular show of at least 30 minutes.  Some teenage relatives seem to be trying to restrain him, but to no avail until the police FINALLY show up.  Someone could already be dead as far as their snail-like response time is concerned.  They show up with their flashlights and their thick horn-rimmed eyeglasses, looking like bowlegged little librarians.  This guy tells them he is Yakuza and he`s actually THREATENING them AND their families.  Now….you just DON`T DO THAT in America, unless you have a death wish and you want to leave in a body bag instead of cuffs.  If some scumbag pulled that kind of shit on an LAPD officer, the cops would pull out the taser guns and billyclubs and beat him brutally into drooling and bloody submission.  You threaten their FAMILIES and you`re just asking for them to plant a gun on you, take you to the nearest river and SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE!
The moral of the story?
The “police” here are totally fucking USELESS.  They didn`t even arrest him!  They actually apologized to him and left!  HA!!  PATHETIC.
And you KNOW I was laughing my ass off the whole time.  If I`d been one of those pigs, I would`ve carved some sushi off his back and thrown him back in the ocean where he belongs….
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Try this…
Go to Google images first, and
then type in    Staten Island Abandoned Mental Hospital    and check out the spooky photos.
Then check out Wikipedia about the Willowbrook Hospital in the Staten Island Greenbelt.
I found this place while on one of my epic skateboard rides around and across S.I. through
the Great Swamp.  There was a hole in the chain link fence and I couldn`t resist.  It was a HUGE complex of crumbling brick structures in the shade of the trees with tangled vines
creeping up the sides of the buildings, shattered windows, graffiti everywhere, and rusting beds and burned-out, forgotten furniture inside.
 I was to return and photograph the place like 6 times by myself before I ever brought anyone else there.  Fascinating and haunting.  If you read the history of the place, you will understand why it has somewhat of a bad vibe.  And yet, despite that, it was still somehow peaceful—to me anyway….
Here is some graffiti you can find on the wall in there—in dripping blood-red…..
I taste like the dreams of mad children
(what reminded me of this was a random movie I saw called Session 9 that was about the now shuttered and condemned Danvers Lunatic Asylum in Massachusetts.  It looked very much like the same kind of thing and it was quite a scary-looking place.  You know how I love ruins….)
Willowbrook Hospital was a facility for troubled and/or insane children.  At its peak, it housed 6000 mad children even though it was only equipped to handle 4000.  That`s A LOT of crazy.  There was also an orderly there named Andre Rand, who appears in the movie, `Cropsey`, who turned out to be a child murderer.  Spooky shit, I tell ya. 
See the fourth photo above…
See poem at end of this Street Journal called Lost Voices (The Asylum)
It`s about Willowbrook, and it was written AT the location, on the rooftop of a crumbling, abandoned and haunted building on a hot summer day…..alone…..
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side note to self…
Foxygen on La Blogotheque…….INTERESTING music….
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“Destruction leads to a very rough road
but it also breeds creation…”
Anthony Kiedis
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Californication
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8/2/13
I haven`t been writing much lately, I know….
Tokyo summer—it`s just too damn HOT!!
`MILK WAS A BAD CHOICE!!`
My brain feels like a dried-up and blackened muffin, BURNING in the oven
of my skull.  That`s my excuse and I`m sticking to it.  I spend most of my
time either working at that nightmare job or searching
Tokyo near and far for cold water to plunge into….
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8/8/13
“Howard, by accident of birth, tasted the raw stuff of the cosmos.”
Paul Harding
Tinkers
(Thank you, Todd….)
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8/8/13
A LIFE WITHOUT INTROSPECTION
IS A LIFE WITHOUT LIVING….
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Let me break it off on the REAL for ya….
With the notable exception of Chiharu, in the 3 whole years I have lived in Japan, I have yet to meet ONE SINGLE PERSON with any REAL or exceptional personality.  I`m a total loner.
In America, I have a wealth of friends who are fascinating and eccentric, first-class characters….and NO—it`s NOT the language barrier.  It`s so obvious, it punches me in the face every day.  NO ONE here interests me—NOT AT ALL.  I`d rather talk to a room full of dead corpses.  To me (so far, anyway), most of these people are just a bunch of manga-reading, anime-watching, J-Pop-listening, automaton-working, pachinko-playing, scooter-riding, slipper-shuffling, rice-eating, BORING, DEADBEATS.  How this country ever produced anyone with the writing genius of Haruki Murakami or Basho, I`ll never know!  ROBOTS—one and all.  I`d rather talk to a stray cat or an inanimate object, such as a wall or a dog turd in the gutter…..
I KNOW THERE ARE SOME EXCEPTIONS HERE SOMEWHERE,
BUT I HAVE YET TO FIND THEM…
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BITTER?……nooooooooo, NEVER!
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SO funny, I forgot to laugh…..
(because I`m crying inside….)
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Saturday, 8/10/13, 5:45am
On the JR Sobu Line (Yokosuka Line) heading south to the ocean at Kamakura in Kanagawa Prefecture.  Chiharu is in the mountains of Nagano at her family home, so this time I`m alone…
that spectacular freedom feeling of adventure washes over me like ocean waves…
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“He frequently observed that there was more to be endured than enjoyed, in the general condition of human life…”
Boswell
The Life of Johnson
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…So you better REALLY ENJOY these rare, special moments….in other words, DAYS LIKE THIS…
First, swimming on the beach from 7:30 to 10:15am.
Later, I find myself at Kencho-ji Temple (dated around 1227 A.D.).  In retrospect, I think I liked the gardens better at Engaku-ji Temple last time I visited Kamakura.  However, this temple has simply AMAZING architecture.  They just don`t make buildings like this anymore…
Enno-ji Temple  (1250 A.D)
This temple honors the Ten Judges of Hell, with Enma Daio in the center, whom one will meet in the underworld after death.  Enma Daio refers to Yama from Rig Veda, the oldest Hindu Mythology.  (Inside, it said no photos, but it would be so unlike me to listen to this nonsense, so of course, I snapped a couple pics anyway on the down low…I managed to get shots of 3 out of 10 Judges, anyway, including the Main Man, Enma Daio…)
Went to The Great Buddha (Daibutsu) in Hase.  It was an AMAZING and HUGE piece of sculptural mastery…BUT….THIS is why I appreciate ruins and forgotten places—SILENCE!!
That place was like fucking Disneyland!
Getting around, I took this little local, antique train (Den-Toshin Line or Enoden, or something like that…).   It was spectacular, weaving slowly through the back alleys of this ancient town, through a tunnel in the green mountains, and then it came out the other side and ran parallel to the sparkling blue ocean…
Now I`m in a Lawson convenience store in Enoshima, where there`s tons of half-naked girls in tiny bikinis INSIDE the store.  Now in California, this is no big deal, but you just don`t see this everyday in Japan (EVER!!!).  As always, my life is a season in hell….
Speaking of hell, today is as humid as it can get, I tell you….
Finally, though, a cool breeze begins to blow down shaded city streets.  You can hear the forlorn cries of the falcons echo down, as they hover on the wind above the buildings.  As I stand here drinking a beer, I can see a nice view of the ocean just down the street and Enoshima (an island, now connected by a manmade road) floats out there like a mirage in the white sunlight, calling to me…..
Enoshima……DREAM ISLAND…..hallucinatory, mystical, UNBELIEVABLE….
I`ll let my photos speak for themselves on this….
Enoshima lanterns; paper lanterns with intricate drawings line the walkways and winding stairways that go up and down everywhere through the green mountains…
Enoshima could very well be one of the strangest magical places I`ve ever been….
Iwaya Sea Caves at the southwest facing side of the island, with shrines dating from 524 A.D…!
INCREDIBLE!  A very spiritual place.  Hard to capture photos in the dark, and flash photos ruin everything, but I managed to get a few beauties.
I saw EVERYTHING that I had made it a goal to see today and MORE….
I LOVE IT WHEN A WELL-CRAFTED MASTER PLAN COMES TOGETHER….
ENOSHIMA ISLAND (Deep Inside the Dream)
I can’t even get drunk on beer anymore.
I just get tired.
OLD MAN and THE MOUNTAIN
Strangely enough, there`s quite a large population of random cats on Enoshima….
The lanterns I mentioned earlier are all lit up and glowing in the cool, blue darkness now as I walk back across the island towards the mainland…
I saw a guy with a t-shirt that said,
“I SPEAK ENGRISH”
HA!  I`d like to think he was kidding, but around here, you just never know for sure….
A cool dip in the night water, another beer, and fireworks on the beach at night.  A perfect topper for a PERFECT DAY.  It was a spectacular and unique Tom Brooks adventure.  The lighthouse tower on top of the island revolves around and around in the darkness, changing colors.  The lanterns are lit up and winding all over the island on stairs and paths.  The water cleanses me and the fireworks light up the night.  I`m free and happy and alive.  What more could you ask for?
I`m going home…..sheer EXHAUSTION…….(I hope I can stay awake on the train or I`ll wake up in Chiba…..)
DELIRIUM IS THE DRUG
I made it home…….and …………….GOOD NIGHT……
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ENOSHIMA
Emerald Dream
Mystical Island
where time stands still
You rise dramatically out of the sea
like a mirage in the summer mist

Your lush green hills
and your rocky crags
tumble into the deep blue ocean
which washes over your stone feet
like a cool summer dream

Stairways and winding paths
meander through your tangled hair
Ancient temples and shrines
appear in the warm shadows of trees
while cicadas sing their humid song

The sun sinks into the endless sea
Paper lanterns glow on dim walkways
and the night melts over you—
a colorful hallucination, a hole in space and time
You are lost in the eternity of a moment…

Written in Tokyo two days after my first visit to this amazing place
at 12 noon on 8/12/13
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It`s funny—whenever I write a poem, a story, a parable….ANYTHING really, it ALWAYS begins with a good title.  That just seems to be my M.O.  A good title strikes me in the middle of the night, or by the ocean, or on the subway, or walking down the street hearing the call of a raven….and then it happens;
everything else that I write follows from there….
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“If that`s true…
if you `don`t know who I am,`
then maybe your best course is….TO TREAD LIGHTLY.”
“Walter White”  (AKA  “HEISENBERG”)
Breaking Bad  [Final season 5, episode 9]
The BEST show EVER created…
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WHERE YOU STOP,
I BEGIN…
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Life is a precious thing;
It should be ENJOYED, not endured…
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It may be August 17th here in Japan, but in America it is AUGUST 16th, Charles Bukowski`s birthday.  He may be drinking in some seedy bar on the other side of morning now, but nonetheless, I will raise a few beers in his honor today…
“WE ARE HERE TO DRINK BEER,
WE ARE HERE TO KILL WAR,
WE ARE HERE TO LIVE LIFE SO WELL
THAT DEATH WILL TREMBLE TO TAKE US.
I AM MY OWN GOD.”
Charles Bukowski
Adventure time….
8/17/13
I`m going to Enoshima….again….
“…spiked heels make a hole in a lifeboat…”
Jack White  Sixteen Saltines
7:20am  arrived in Enoshima by train rolling alongside the blue sea.  Beer first, exploration later.
Ahhh yes—and let`s not forget a morning swim in my beloved Pacific Ocean
BEAUTIFUL
The biggest problem with Enoshima Beach is that they have these loudspeakers blaring out and playing this unbearably BAD, shitty J-pop `music`…..ALL FUCKING DAY!  Therefore, the key is to get there early BEFORE the music….when the music started, I endured 40 minutes before I left and found a new quieter spot….
Right after I wrote the above entry, I went into the water and then heard the unmistakable groove and flow of Karl Denson saxophone stylings, of all things (!!).  It was Greyboy and the Allstars from the old San Diego days, playing their unique brand of funky acid jazz.  How did that find its way over here?!?  UNBELIEVABLE!  But after that, they went back to J-pop…..so I left….
I saw a t-shirt on a sexy girlie that said,
“MAKE TO WONDER”
(MORE Japanese bad English, but somehow…I still liked it…..)
So…Enoshima has 2 sections of main beach that form a kind of half-moon bay….
the side where I started my day (and will probably finish it), and the far side of the half moon.
They were both PACKED by 10:30am….BUT…in the middle-I mean dead center-it was all but empty.  Of course, THAT`S where I went when I wanted meditative silence (and no more J-pop!)
About 11 to 11:30am…somewhere in here….
I`m going walkabout.  From here, I`ll probably let my photos tell the story, unless something unusual happens….
I told you before and I`ll tell you again….I don`t need no stinkin` guidebooks.  I just let my feet do the walking and I follow.  My instinct always leads me where I need to go…
An excellent and VERY quiet temple on a mountainside above the sea….AWAY from the crowds for awhile…
Went to a place called “Diego By The River.”  It was because of the name and they had a picture of something resembling tacos out front, like a lunch special or something like that.  Well, it wasn`t really Mexican food at all—just a big hunk of spicy grilled chicken with Japanese rice, and store-bought tortillas and salsa.  There were avocados and cheese, though….
In any case, I sat at a nice table overlooking the river in a cool breeze, so it wasn`t bad at all…
BIKINI
There`s only a THIN layer of silky cloth between her and ME….
heh, heh…..
I saw full-on Pakistani Muslims on Enoshima beach; big-bearded dudes, women all with masks and head wraps, covered up from head to toe,  going in the water, getting all sandy and soggy and heavy…..
ISLAM SEEMS VERY INCONVENIENT…
(no offense to my Muslim friends…I`m just PLAYING people!!)
Just TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, BITCHES!!!
CALIFORNICATION!!
The Japanese are starting to get it….why don`t you?!?
We were all born naked and we`re all gonna die naked….what`s the fucking secret?!?
The mortician is gonna see your body when you`re on the death slab.  No big deal….
I know what`s under there, EVERYONE does!!
5:30pm….tried to go AROUND the island on the rocks.  It was an unsuccessful mission, though,
due to high tides.  However….it was SPECTACULAR……
I saw Fuji Mountain at sunset in the summer!!—a RARE sight, indeed, with all the haze.
I think it was meant just for me………(because I appreciate it….)
They have this famous snack that EVERYONE was eating in Enoshima; it smelled like shrimp or fish and it was HUGE and THIN, like a piece of seafood PAPER with designs on it…
fascinating……but….I didn`t get one….
It`s about 8:10pm and I`m leaving.  That may seem early, but with all the train transfers (3), I won`t be home until 9:45 or 10pm (hope I don`t sleep on the train and wake up in Chiba….!!).  What a great fucking day…….EPIC!!
My photo and writing projects NEVER end…..
IT`S EXHAUSTING BEING ME…..I WOULDN`T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY….
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I am anxiously awaiting Haruki Murakami`s latest book, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage to be translated into English.  It is rumored to be coming out in 2014 and will be translated by the amazing Jay Rubin and Phillip Gabriel.  I`m always excited to read a new one from this rare artistic flower to come out of a country of robots….
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“Man, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of Nature.  Beyond this he neither knows anything or can do anything.”
“The study of nature with a view to works is engaged in by the mechanic, the mathematician, the physician, the alchemist, and the magician; but by all (as things now are) with slight endeavor and scanty success.”
“Even to deliver and explain what I bring forward is no easy matter, for things in themselves new will yet be apprehended with reference to what is old.”
Sir Francis Bacon
Novum Organum
1620
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I feel very strongly that soon, writing fiction will be my next THING.  I mean, like a REAL NOVEL.  It can be done…it has been developing at its own natural pace for years.  Novels, sure—
but rather, REALITY, the reality of MY LIFE, thinly-veiled as fiction.  I have a thousand stories to tell, many smaller tales that could be turned into the premise for many different types of immortal masterworks.  I have only to accomplish the final hurdle…TO ACTUALLY TAKE THE TIME TO DO IT.  My signature style will be PERFECT for this ultra-modern age of short attention spans and straight-up A.D.D.  It will be ultra minimalism— short volumes of 180 to 225 pages of fictional wizardry…to stuff more meaning into a short book than most could manage to fit into a thousand pages.  No War and Peace, noDon Quixote—just pure tomhbrooks3.
I ALREADY KNOW WHERE I`M GOING;
I JUST HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET THERE…
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“There are two things that are important in politics.  The first is money.  I can`t remember what the second one is.”
Mark Hanna
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WISDOM
“We see everything through ourselves.  We are a medium always interposed between things and ourselves.”
“There is, in language, something of fate and inspiration.”
“The soul is to the eyes what sight is to the touch; it seizes what eludes the senses.  As in Art, the greatest beauty is beyond law, so in knowledge the highest and truest is beyond experience.”
“Imagination is the eye of the soul.”
“There are some who can only find activity in repose, and others who can only find repose in movement.”
“The evening of life comes bearing its own lamp.”
“THE STUDIOUS IDLER KNOWS THAT HE IS AGING, BUT CARES LITTLE; FOR HIS KIND OF STUDY HE WILL ALWAYS BE EQUALLY FIT.”
“A fine old age is a fine promise to all who behold it; for everyone may hope the same for himself, or for those around him.  We see in it the prospect of something that we all hope to attain; and love to see that it has beauty.”
“Our life is woven wind.”
“Let us die good-tempered if we can.”
“When we have found what we were searching for, we have no time to proclaim it;—we must die!”
“WISDOM IS REST IN THE LIGHT.  HAPPY ARE THE MINDS LOFTY ENOUGH TO BE AT EASE IN THAT RADIANCE.”
“Never regret the time that was needed for doing good.”
“Never cut what you can unravel.”
“A maxim is the exact and noble expression of an important and undeniable truth.”
“Alas!—always busied with other people`s duties and never with our own!”
“Happy is he who is only fit for one thing; in doing it, he fulfills his destiny.”
“There is in the mind a perpetual circulation of unconscious arguments.”
“PLACES DIE LIKE MEN, ALTHOUGH THEY APPEAR TO LAST ON.”
“It seems to me much harder to be a modern than one of the ancients.”
“Antiquity—I love it better in ruins than restored.”
“We live in an age when superfluous ideas abound, and necessary ideas are lacking.”
“Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.”
“To be capable of respect is almost as rare these days as to be worthy of it.”
“There was a time when the world influenced books, now books influence the world.”
“To be natural in Art is to be sincere.”
“Poets have a hundred times more sense than philosophers.  In their search for beauty, they light upon more truths than philosophers find in their search after truth.”
“The true poet has words that show his thoughts; thoughts that reveal; and a soul that mirrors all things.  He has a mind full of distinct images; whilst most minds are only full of confused indications.”
“Every work of genius, be it epic or didactic, is too long if it cannot be read in one day.”
“He who has no poetry in himself will find poetry in nothing.”
“Misery is almost always the result of thinking.”
“To teach is to learn twice.”
“All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so.”
“Sometimes a vague term is preferable to a precise one.  Some obscurities are elegant; some are majestic; some even necessary—for they make the mind imagine what no clearness could make it see.”
“Literary style consists in giving substance and form to the thought, by means of the phrase.”
“It is great Art to know how to make one`s thought fly like an arrow, and bury itself in the attention.”
“There is a `bookish` style of writing, which savors rather of paper than of the world, of authorship rather than of the essence of things.”
“Genius begins great works, but labor alone finishes them.”
“The books that we plan to re-read in our old age are something like the places where we should wish to grow old.”
“Young writers give their minds a great deal of exercise, but very little food.”
“I have sought repose everywhere and have only found it in a little corner with a little book.  HAPPY THE WRITER WHO CAN MAKE A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE BOOK.”
“THE END OF A WORK SHOULD ALWAYS RECALL THE BEGINNING.”
JOSEPH JOUBERT
(APHORISMS)
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9/2/13
THE TRAIN INCIDENT (The Angry, Violent Old Guy and the Cowering Woman)
 
It was about 5:40pm, the heart of Tokyo`s nightmare rush hour.  There was a shuffle and a commotion in front of me by the door where I would get out 3 stops later.  It looked as if some grumpy bulldog of an old man had slapped or shoved at a woman for some unknown reason.  She kind of stumble-stepped back next to me, cowering like a whipped dog.  The old man then turned around with this UGLY, hateful look on his reddish, bullfrog`s face and glared at her viciously.  Now, as is characteristic of the Japanese, NO ONE SAID A SINGLE WORD.  Hundreds of people were crammed on this train, mind you, and not one of them acted as if anything unusual had happened.  No one but ME, that is.  I had my headphones on when I observed this strangeness.  I couldn`t hear myself, but I`m quite sure I let out an audible guffaw that did not escape the notice of the angry man.  He turns the stinkeye in my direction while I`m standing there smiling and I gave him a look like, “What, FUCKER?!?”  My crazed bloodshot blue eyes must have given him pause or alarmed him for he quickly turned away.  Frankly, he was so ugly, I wanted to crack his head against the wall on general principle, but I reeled myself in and continued to laugh to myself.  That didn`t seem to stop him from turning around a few more times to glare at the lady, though.  I don`t know WHAT happened, if anything.  For all I know, she could have been groping his nut sack, or trying to pick his pocket.  It could have been his ex-wife!  In all honesty, I really DON`T CARE what happened.  Just stay outta MY WAY, ya little bastards!
The woman looked about 45, and she stood next to me, still shivering like a poodle in the rain.  When he got off at Higashi-Ojima Station, he turned back to give her one more of his trademark furious looks, and then he disappeared into the crowd.  I conveniently used the space cleared by the recent commotion to step in front of everyone and position myself in front of the doors so I could make a quick exit and escape at my stop, which was the next station.  THAT`S how it`s done, bitches!  Use other people`s weird little fucking problems to your advantage!  Push everyone aside and make sure the little scumbags stay outta your path…..GOOD OLD AMERICAN RUDENESS!!!!
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SADISTIC BONDAGE at that `international school`
Oh!  And have I mentioned the latest sad comedy show at ****** “International School?”  No, I don`t think I have….
So this one poor little boy, about 5 years old—we`ll call him “D,” well, he has cerebral palsy, which is in no way funny.  The poor kid is stiff like a tree branch.  You can carry him under your arm like a 2X4.  In any case, these idiots that run the place tie his little withered, stiff limbs to wooden boards that are fashioned like big, clunky, retarded Frankenstein shoes.  Now, when I saw that two days ago, I thought THAT was bad enough.  BUT….then I came into the room today and his whole body was strapped to a long board with a dirty Ace bandage.  What the fuck, man?!?  Seriously, this shit is HORRIFIC and seems as if it borders on straight up child abuse.
The little guy was howling and crying at first.  When I came back later, he was just lying there looking really confused.  As horrible as it was, I couldn`t stop laughing because it`s just so goddamned ridiculous!  I mean, they strap him on there really tight because they are stupid enough to THINK it`s gonna straighten his atrophied limbs.  That shit is MEDIEVAL!  I already KNOW that it doesn`t work.  You can research it.  You can even watch some shit about this on YouTube.  I saw many techniques, but not this!  Sure, physical therapy is good; maybe walking him on a treadmill or some light stretching would be good.  But twisting him up like a pretzel and
strapping him to a 2X4 with dirty Ace bandages?!?  No.  I don`t think so.  Those people are fucking insane and I have GOT TO GET OUT OF THERE.  Otherwise, I`m afraid I`ll end up in a rubber room in a straitjacket chewing on a dog toy and eating Kibbles and Bits.
I weep for the future.  This kid is gonna have bad dreams about that place as long as he lives.
What is WRONG with those people?!?  I`ll tell you what`s wrong; they`re STUPID & EVIL.
(I`ll have you know, I didn`t let this one go easily.  I laughed my ass off with the boss responsible for it standing right outside the door listening to my torrent of sarcasm and hysterical laughter.  He got irritated with me and I told him to his face that it was MEDIEVAL.  I don`t know if his English is good enough to know that word, but when he looks it up, he`s gonna be even madder..)
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INTERLUDE (The White Spaces Between the Words)
A forest of words…
To find repose
in her cool shade
To luxuriate hidden
deep in the shadows
while birds sing
their cryptic songs
The silence of
stone
Mute
Unmoving
The quiet flow
of a river
carving
through rock
Like the river
the words flow
cutting through our existence
with relentless force
The power
of a blank page
waiting to be filled
with meaning
Another dimension
deceptive
yet true
taking many forms
A soliloquy of dreams
uttered alone beneath trees
bearing abundant fruit
to nourish the soul
Language;
loaded symbols
that speak volumes
with a whisper or a scream
…And the white spaces
between the words—
a void of silence
vibrating with soundless music
Yes, this forest of words…
The poet, like the birds
sings his mysterious song
in a green slumber
often overlooked or unheard
He grows and flourishes
with the trees
there
in that quiet wood
A cool wind blows
and rattles the branches
A transformation takes place…
POETRY
9/6/13, 7:30AM    Tokyo, Japan
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A good title for something
TORRENT
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Lost Voices (The Asylum)
 
Cool and crackling dry trees
bathed
in shadows
Faded bricks
colored
in spray-painted belligerence
Empty overgrown roads
leading
to still more desolation
Sad, dusty hallways
colder
than the tomb
Hazy light filtered through
broken
windows that cancel time
Hollow wind
howling,
the silence of ghosts…
A place beyond time
in the Great Swamp
Lost Voices
on an island,
forgotten…
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see the fourth photo at the beginning…
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ALRIGHT, THAT`S IT…..I`M DONE…
THB3

 

DEATH STEALS EVERYTHING EXCEPT OUR STORIES…

Standard

By Tom H. Brooks 3

This is STREET JOURNAL 69

Started in Tokyo, Japan on 4/16/13
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SEASONS BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
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TOO FAR EAST
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fragmentationism
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A STORY OF EPISODES
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I AM THESE WORDS…
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LET`S TALK SOME STORY…
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Let`s just agree to disagree…
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Perfect Tokyo morning train music….FEAR, “I don`t care about you….FUCK YOU!!”
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4/19/13   A horrible fucking day:
Chiharu was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.  They called me at work and panic ensued because I had no idea what had happened.  Luckily, I had my skateboard, so I rode like a maniac to the train station and took the Namboku Line to Yotsuya and then transferred to the Chuo Line to Ochanomizu.  She was at Keio or Juntendo University Hospital.  I made it in like 22 minutes.  It turned out she had a really high fever and was having trouble breathing.  Basically, it sounds like some kind of a panic attack.  She was lying there, really hot, and kind of twitching in her sleep.  This is heartbreaking….
4/20/13
Now I`m taking her to Ueno Station and putting her on a bullet train for Nagano ken AGAIN to go to her family home and probably another stay at the hospital to be near her regular doctor.  This situation is just simply ridiculous.  Personally, I don`t see that her doctor is doing any good whatsoever, but she seems to have faith in him, so I have no choice.  He just prescribes medicine after she comes in for a checkup and says goodbye.  Useless.  I just want her to be happy and feeling secure and safe.  It`s better than panic attacks and ambulances.  I fucking HATE this shit!  Goddamned MS is ruining our life together.  I feel completely and utterly helpless.  There is NOTHING I can do.  Alone again in Tokyo.  Terrible days…
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Tokyu Hands Department Store in Shibuya, Tokyo has EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN…
The stationery and cell phone accessories are especially cool….
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“Your daddy`s rich and your mama`s good-looking,
you`re a REAL FINE GIRL……”
Iggy Pop
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Google Glass?!?  Damn, we`re WEARING our computers now?!  What`s next?!?
Everyone`s gonna look like a bunch of cyborgs wearing that shit!  I`M waiting for holographs instead of Skype and FaceTime—I`m talking Star Wars shit here!  Believe me, it`s coming, sooner than later, no doubt……
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“I could take the pitchfork from the Devil….
I`m the baddest man alive…”
The Black Keys/RZA
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“There ain`t no grave, that can hold my body down..”
Johnny Cash
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“Today men gaze with awe and reverence upon the mighty Memnons standing alone on the sands of Egypt or upon the strange terraced pyramids of Palanque.  Mute testimonies these are of the lost arts and sciences of antiquity; and concealed this wisdom must remain until this race has learned to read the universal language—SYMBOLISM.”
Manly P. Hall
“The Secret Teachings of All Ages”
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“I am the Passenger
I ride through the city tonight
I see a bright and hollow sky
I see the city`s ripped backsides
And I ride and I ride…”
Iggy Pop
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“You can run on for a long time
run on for a long time
run on for a long time
but sooner or later
gonna cut you down…”
Johnny Cash
“God`s Gonna Cut You Down”
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“We make choices in life;
the hard thing is to live with `em—
there ain`t nobody that can help you with that.”
“The Words”
( a movie about a dirty plagiarist)
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There`s a homeless man I see all the time in Azabu.  Everyone walks by him like he`s invisible.  But I see him.  For some reason, I felt an overwhelming urge this morning to give him some small measure of help.  He was smoking a cigarette butt he had found on the ground and digging through the recyclable trash bin looking for an unfinished drink.  I asked him in Japanese if he wanted a drink.  He said yes and gave him a couple hundred yen.  Not much, but really all I could afford.  The Japanese homeless must be amongst the loneliest people on earth.  They are completely ignored, like trash in the gutter.  At least in America, there are SO MANY homeless people that they are able to have their bum friends to get drunk with and such.  And people talk more to them.  I talk to them.  Heartbreaking.  The world just isn`t fair.  Not at all….
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A bad company name for a document delivery company in Tokyo….
Their logo says:
Rapid and Speed
RAPEED
HA!!
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“Every passing moment is another chance to turn it all around.”
“Vanilla Sky”
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“…tidal waves could save the world
from Californication…”
Red Hot Chili Peppers
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“If you`re looking for hot water,
don`t act shocked if you get burned a little bit…”
Jack White
“Catch Hell Blues”
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99% of the Japanese all have the same expressionless robot faces when they`re sober, but pump a few drinks in `em, and they`re loads of fun when they`re drunk….
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By staying in Japan, not only do I prove how much I truly love Chiharu, but
I`m also proving that I`m a glutton for punishment…
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4/25/13  10pm
I just thought of this for some reason:  my old classic painting, AfroChrist Superstar….
whatever happened to that one?  Where is it now?
Maybe He was resurrected and went back to Compton…
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My latest INANE project at my ridiculous fucking job: SEPARATING RUSTY NAILS INTO CATEGORIES.  BELIEVE IT.  Maybe we`ll use them for an ART PROJECT so the kids can risk getting tetanus or lockjaw or whatever the hell they call it….this place is INSANE.
All that `hard work` I`ve done over the years is FINALLY paying off, eh?……
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SOMETIMES YOU FIND MESSAGES IN THE UNLIKELIEST OF PLACES…..
(even a bucket of rusty nails)
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Try Sol Amigo Mexican Restaurant by Ueno Station….
Also
The Hub British Pub…. with Fish and Chips and Guinness…
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4/27/13
I went to a Pakistani Festival in Ueno Park and they had TONS of good food.  I ate spicy samosas and had a mango lassi drink.  DELICIOUS.  It came from the Siddique Restaurant stand and their main restaurant is right by my work in Azabu, so I`ll definitely be going there again….
Everyone was so nice too.  I had a conversation with a really nice guy, a Pakistani student named (Mida?), who`s studying for his Master`s Degree in Japan…..don`t believe all the stereotypes you hear.  If you do, it just makes you a closed-minded idiot…..
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Ueno Kyu Iwasaki-Tei Gardens, Shinobazu Pond and Bentendo Temple
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After a couple of hours at this Pakistan Festival, I went to the National Museum of Western Art, also in Ueno Park.  It was free today only, so I couldn`t resist.  THIS is how things go when you have NO PLAN.  It all just works out…let my instinct lead the way…..
This museum had…Auguste Rodin, The Thinker; Sam Francis, White Painting;Jackson Pollock, Black Flowing; Max Ernst, Petrified Forest…and so many more, including….Renoir, Courbet, Delacroix, Manet, Cezanne, Monet (Water Lilies), Pissaro, Gauguin, Van Gogh, Denis, Miro, Picasso, Leger, Rouault, Braque, and so on, and so on….not bad, NOT BAD AT ALL……
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After all this adventuresome fun, I decided to skip Shibuya altogether today.  I`m kind of stuck on that side of town (it IS cool) so I decided I`ve got to BREAK OUT.  I am now skateboarding towards home, from Ueno to Funabori.  I`m zigzagging through smooth backstreets and now I`m heading south along the Sumida River.  I ride through the SUMO wrestling capital of Japan in Ryogoku and I actually get to go INSIDE to check it out.  No action, but cool anyway.  I continue south and east…..
Made it home in about 2 hours, taking my time….
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Pachinko: I just DON`T see the allure for the Japanese.  These places are SO GODDAMNED NOISY AND CLAUSTROPHOBIC INSIDE….like a nightmare, really…..
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I`VE JUST NOW DECIDED THAT THE VERY BEST THING ABOUT JAPAN IS THAT YOU CAN DRINK ALCOHOL ANYWHERE ON THE STREETS.
Now, if only they allowed marijuana, my whole attitude might change about this crazy country…
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Bukowski had the stamina to write drunk—so can I.
If it`s good or bad, I`ll write it.  It`s LIFE…a life lived to the best of my ability…
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NOT EVERYTHING CAN BE A MASTERPIECE,
BUT IT CAN BE REAL…
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4/28/13
Today I rode my bike ALL OVER Edogawa-ku.  I want to get to know EVERY STREET in my vicinity, as always.  I ended up at Kasairinkaikoen, a really nice beach park on Tokyo Bay.  As usual, things could be worse…
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In the ancient world, men of wisdom and learning called themselves sages.  Pythagoras is credited with having coined the term, PHILOSOPHER.  He defined it as one who is attempting to find out.
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4/30/13
While reading The Secret Teachings of All Ages this morning on the Oedo Line, I suddenly realized that my old parable from like…1998, A Way of Light and Darkness (check my archives), was written without my knowing about the famous Pythagoreanand the forking of the ways.  Left represents earthly wisdom and right symbolizes divine wisdom.  This is the very subject this short parable explores through metaphor and allegory.  I tell you, I`ve got my finger on the pulse!  Of course, I don`t claim to have all the answers, but I`m listening….
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“Declining from public ways, walk on unfrequented paths.”
Pythagoras
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TETRACTYS
(or the Mystic Tetrad)   from the Pythagorean School…..
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“They all talk fast,
but they all think slow…”
Mos Def
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“…and none of your prophecies
have ever seen where I`ve gone…”
Ryan Bingham
“Snake Eyes”
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The Fibonacci Sequence
1  2  3  5  8  13  21  34  55  89  …
and so on…..forever»»»»»»»»»»
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“I`m about to have a nervous breakdown,
my head really hurts!”
Black Flag
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To be a dog in Japan must REALLY SUCK.
First of all, your owner is probably a total stiff, lacking
any personality whatsoever.
Second, you spend your whole day on a short chain in
a muddy yard, be it rain, snow, or sunshine.
Third, when someone does actually take you out somewhere,
they will likely dress you up in some STUPID and humiliating
outfit and put your fur in pigtails or make you wear a little
doggy baseball cap or some shit llke that…
I`m not kidding; I saw a dog wearing fucking lipstick and a tutu
the other day…
What is WRONG with those people?!?
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**** International School:  where taking contrived photos to give the ILLUSION of teaching is more important than actually teaching…
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Friday, 5/3/13 (“Golden Week” …don`t ask me, it`s just some holiday….)
Met a really cool Mexican dude in Shibuya from LA, who also lived in NYC.  His name was Michel and he was with a Japanese chick named Chikako.  We had a great conversation and it seems that he and I have been on a somewhat similar path in life.  He was a character, no doubt.
Had some carne asada tacos at La Cocina Gabriela on route 412 around Roppongi Hills…delicious….
Starting at 2:30pm from Shibuya, I am planning on riding ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOKYO.  Skateboarding and walking, no rest, no mercy, no trains….just me and my board.  I`m drinking my way home….
The Hibiya area of Tokyo, where all the government buildings seem to be at, is HEAVILY guarded and patrolled by police dudes that are dressed like stormtroopers…
Today, by making this   L   O   N   G   ride, I am proving that if one has the time, strength, and willpower, you can walk and skateboard just about anywhere…
4:55pm  Tokyo Station area
5:50pm  Sumida River coming into Fukagawa
you can never go back
I`m gonna take a shot in the dark and guess that NOBODY has EVER skateboarded ACROSS Tokyo like me…(they probably couldn`t find their way anyway….even natives don`t know their way around except which trains to take to work in their daily routines…)
Stopped by Maruzen Bookstore and picked up Paul Theroux`s latest travel book, The Last Train to Zona Verde…
I REALLY broke in my new Adidas shoes that I bought in Ueno at noon today…
6:20pm  Eitai-dori (route 10)
El Arbolito Mexican Food  (try it next time)
Last night, I was in Shinjuku with my Canadian friend, Julie, her friend, Alison, and 3 cool Swedish dudes.  I had a pounding, skull-crushing headache this morning.  Now THIS is the way to skateboard off a hangover!
The day I can`t skateboard anymore is gonna be a very sad day…
7:07pm  crossing the bridge over the Arakawa River into Nishi-Kasai…
7:46pm   HOME at last….
After doing something EPIC and insane like this at almost 44 years old, I feel a smug sense of self-satisfaction….
This trip today, minus 45 minutes or so at the Mexican restaurant, took roughly 4.5 hours.
NOBODY does it like me….»»»»»»»»»»
THE BADDEST MAN ALIVE
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WHAT?!?!!!
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I recently saw a photo that blew my mind.  During World War Two, 67 Japanese cities were relentlessly bombed by American Forces.  A lot of people don`t realize that these horrific fire bombings, masterminded by one Air Force General Curtis LeMay, killed more people than Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined.  I recently saw a photo of the Tokyo firebombing aftermath, hands down the most destructive of the war, and it was UNBELIEVABLE.  The rivers were on fire!  So really, this city is like a giant graveyard haunted by the ghosts of the past, and every building is like a giant tombstone to the restless dead….
Details for the above entry: (Tokyo Firebombing)
March 9th and 10th, 1945……325 B-29s loaded with Model M-47 incendiary clusters, magnesium bombs, white phosphorus bombs, and napalm, arrived just after midnight on March 10th.  They flew at 5000 to 9000 feet over the city and marked the target area with a flaming X, following British bombing practice.  In just 3 hours, U.S. Forces dropped 1,665 TONS of incendiary bombs, killing AT LEAST 100,000 civilians, destroying 250,000 buildings, and incinerating 16 square miles of the city.  Aircrews at the tail end of the bomber stream reported that the stench of burning human flesh permeated the aircraft even at the height they were flying.  An apocalypse, a massacre…..Pearl Harbor was also totally unacceptable and a cheap shot, but what all this goes to show you is that in war, nobody really wins.  What a NIGHTMARE WORLD we live in….
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Saturday, 5/4/13
I had two donuts and some coffee for breakfast and I started riding my bike at 12 noon.  I headed into Chiba Prefecture via Route 10, Route 242, and then north on Route 357.  Skirted the edge of Urayasu heading north and east and trying to get out to the peninsula that is the biggest part of Chiba.
1:00pm  Shiohama  (Mihama Ward)
1:25pm  Ichikawa Port Town
2:00pm  Funabashi (Hinode Wharf)  What a long haul!
I`m not going any further today; my legs are still tired from yesterday…plus, it`s like 18 more kilometers to Chiba City….next time…..
DARKNESS AND LIGHT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN
Made a big loop and came full circle back to Urayasu and near Maihama Station, I came to Tokyo Disney Resort.  Crossed the bridge back into Kasairinkaikoen…
Two days, two EPIC journeys…..I`m fucking EXHAUSTED!
Despite being exhausted, I felt an overwhelming urge, irresistible if you will, to go BACK over the bridge and ride around the Disney Resort because it seemed interesting.  No rest for the wicked..
I was taking some pictures when a female security guard moved my bike and I thought it had been stolen.  I was really pissed, but she was so nice and apologetic that I couldn`t get TOO mad….
Ikspiari, some kind of crazy-ass Disney shopping mall……DONE..!!  Going home….
No food since donuts.  I drank beer for lunch.  Straight to Mo`s Burger….DELICIOUS….especially when you`re this hungry….
Home by 6:30pm…..goodnight….AFTER I make a new slideshow….
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5/5/13  riding my bike by the water, as alone as a person can be…
“Fly away on my zephyr,
I feel it more than ever…”
Red Hot Chili Peppers
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5/5/13 & 5/6/13
THE ART OF LEISURE PRACTICED AT ITS VERY HIGHEST LEVEL…
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“I said to him: `I`ve come—but not for keeps.
But who are you, become so horrible?`
He answers: `Look.  I am the one who weeps.` “
Dante
The Inferno (Canto 8)
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“The course of a life seems random, but all lives are shaken into a pattern that makes sense only in retrospect.”
Paul Theroux
“The Lower River”
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Monday, 5/6/13, about 5pm
The last day of a glorious 4-day weekend…..my first Tokyo thunderstorm while living here totally caught me by surprise.  One minute (meaning most of the day) I was sitting by the river reading in the sun, next thing I knew there was thunder and lightning and pouring rain.  I had three solid meals.  I was happy and relaxed and my timing couldn`t have been better.  I had finished going anywhere at all and I decided to go inside.  I was playing guitar for maybe 20 minutes and suddenly, I heard thunder rolling across the sky in a deep forbidding rumble.  Then I saw lightning flash and the rain came pouring down.  Did NOT see that coming at all!  I was playing guitar and I laughed and went outside for a beer and a cigarette in the downpour to cool off after a hot day.  The smell of fresh rain on hot summer asphalt.  Heaven…a perfect end to a beautiful weekend….
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One thing I can always be proud of; when my number is up—when I die, I will know that I have ALWAYS been true to myself, to who I AM…
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Today at work, I have a bunch of little Japanese, Filipina and Pakistani kids doing their imitation (that I taught them, of course) of an American redneck from the deep south…”GO ON, GIT!”
Priceless….I have video….
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HA!
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5/8/13
Yumenoshima Tropical Greenhouse Dome in KOTO…
A taste of the Amazon in Tokyo….howzaboutdat?
Lunchtime, ditched out of the work field trip and had a jasmine tea and a smoke beneath the trees…
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A little Japanese boy wearing a shirt that said,
“LIFE IS JOKE”
(like a little Buddha with improper grammar)
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5/9/13
44 fucking years old…shit.
Where does the time go?
I spent the day at work celebrating 4 little kids` birthdays that are THIS MONTH, not even today, a cruel irony considering my b-day actually IS today.  And, true to form, I didn`t tell a single person.  My secret is safe with me.  Whatever.  They have their whole lives ahead of them.  Who cares about my birthday anyway?  I`m OLD…or getting there anyway….
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A shirt I saw later in the day on my birthday….
“THE PAST
DIDN`T LAST”
Perfect.
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A new application on my iPhone that tells me how far I walk each day.  Today, it said I walked 16,218 steps and went a little over 12 kilometers…..on just an average day…..!!!
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“The secret is HOW to die…”
Dan Brown
“The Lost Symbol”
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“Conscience is no more than
the dead speaking to us…”
“I`ll die for your sins if you
live for mine.”
“You see, you just don`t know,
I`m here to give you my heart
And you want some fashion show…”
“Poetry can unleash a terrible fear.  I suppose it is the fear of possibilities, each with
its own endless set of variations.  It`s like looking too closely and too long into a mirror;
soon your features distort, then erupt.  You look too closely into your poems, or listen
too closely to them as they arrive in whispers, and the features inside you—call it heart,
call it mind, call it soul—accelerate out of control.  They distort and they erupt,in one strange pain.
You realize, then, that you can`t attempt breaking down too many barriers in too short a time,
because there are as many horrors waiting to get in at you as there are parts of yourself
pushing to break out, and with the same, or more, fevered determination.”
Jim Carroll
NYC poet
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“They put a black face on the New World Order, and now we`re all `happy…`
well, KRS ain`t buyin` it….!”
KRS-One
from “The Obama Deception” on YouTube  (fascinating)
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5/12/13
The things you have to go through to live in this country as a foreigner are just fucking ridiculous!
Today, a SUNDAY, I had to renew my Japanese driver`s license.  It was a fucking nightmare.  ENDLESS lines.  I don`t even DRIVE in Tokyo, mind you, it`s all about trains; but if I want to rent a car on vacations, I will need a license, so unfortunately, it`s a sad necessity.  After the hideous lines, they force me to take a class and watch a DVD video, ALL IN JAPANESE, of course.  The workbooks are in Kanji.  The video is gibberish to me, and basically, this is all INSANE.  What`s the point, I ask you, WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT?!?  Therefore, I learned absolutely nothing.
NOTHING at all.  The art of wasting time, that`s all, and these people have got that down to a finely honed razor`s edge cutting my throat with excruciating boredom.  Pointless waste…all in the name of Japanese bureaucratic red tape.  It was the best 4 hours I`ve ever spent in my life…no doubt about it.  It was the best birthday week present I could have given myself—cruel and inhuman torture.  I`d rather have sharp slivers of bamboo shoved under what`s left of my fingernails….
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Stu Biggs  ”It was just BUSINESS!”
Lizzie  ”STRICTLY business…”
Stu Biggs  ”Yeah, blowjobs are like handshakes…!”
“Californication”
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“I believe that ANYTHING that can be dreamed of
will eventually be built.”
Leonardo da Vinci
(from Da Vinci`s Demons TV show)
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“The prudery of today, however, declares this same mystery to be unfit for the consideration of holy-minded people.  Contrary to the dictates of reason, a standard has been established which affirms that innocence bred of ignorance is more to be desired than virtue born of knowledge.  Eventually, however, man will learn that he need not be ashamed of truth.  Until he does learn this, he is false to his God, to his world, and to himself.  In this respect, Christianity has woefully failed in its mission.  While declaring man`s body to be the living temple of the living God, in the same breath it asserts the substances and functions of this temple to be unclean and their study defiling to the sensitive sentiments of the righteous.  By this unwholesome attitude, man`s body—
the house of God—is degraded and defamed.  Yet the cross itself is the oldest of phallic emblems, and the lozenge-shaped windows of cathedrals are proof that yonic symbols have survived the destruction of the pagan mysteries.  The very structure of the church itself is permeated with phallicism.  Remove from the Christian church all emblems of Priapic origin and nothing is left, for even the earth upon which it stands was, because of its fertility, the first yonic symbol.  As the presence of these emblems of the generative processes is either unknown or unheeded by the majority, the irony of the situation is not generally appreciated.  Only those conversant with the secret language of antiquity are capable of understanding the divine significance of these emblems.”
Manly P. Hall
The Secret Teachings of All Ages
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“Pain or damage don`t end the world.  Or despair or fucking beatings.  The world ends when you`re dead.  Until then, you got more punishment in store.  Stand it like a man…and give some back.”
“Deadwood” (TV show)
“Al Swearengen” (?)
(as quoted by Todd Schultz)
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YOU SEE?
YOU CAN LEARN FUNDAMENTAL LIFE TRUTHS FROM TV TOO,
IF YOU PAY ATTENTION….
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5/17/13  Friday Night, 6:10pm, Shibuya…
Night skateboard ride across Tokyo…AGAIN….you know it.  Point of origin, here.  Time, now.
From Shibuya-ku, to Funabori in Edogawa-ku, this time in the dim-lit streets; different roads, different adventure.  This is the first ride of my 44th year on this earth…
Ahhhh, that SWEET feeling of FREEDOM one feels when embarking on a long skateboard journey down new and unknown roads, riding through night streets like a zephyr, through the Tokyo Neon Supernova, through the belly of the beast.  There`s just nothing like it in the world…
Good old Burger King, (MUTHAFUCKA… see `Hank Moody`,Californication style).
You know, they have HEINEKEN at BK over here?!?
Just saw a rat the size of a chihuahua run under a vegetable stand in a stinky, dark, dank alley at 6:40pm…
Official starting time to begin leisurely making my way across the city…7:15pm…
First time I gave directions in Tokyo.  A Canadian from Vancouver, B.C. named Tim, asked me where Hachiko Exit of Shibuya Station was and I pointed the way.  Now, I feel like a local…
Gaienhigashidori and Roppongidori…….an excellent hub for strange and nocturnal activities…
Tokyo has crazy-PSYCHO nightlife….ya just gotta know WHERE to go, which I DO….
(Roppongi, 9:10pm)
“And, uh, sometimes it`s not so easy,
especially when your only friend,
talks, sees, looks, and feels like you,
and you do just the same as him…
it gets very lonely out on this road, baby…”
Jimi Hendrix
My Friend
Listening to this (above) song on my iPhone while rolling down a smooth road near Tokyo Imperial Gardens in Hibiya through the cool darkness, smiling, like there`s no tomorrow…
Tokyo Station 9:45pm
Just past the station, and now I`m REALLY starting to roll faster through the cool night streets as the temperature drops and the crowds thin.  I travel further into the outskirts through the Eastern Night….
Coming into Nihonbashi…
10:36pm  Morishita (which, interestingly enough, means `under forest`)
Listening to Iggy Pop, The Passenger….PERFECT.
Midnight, the witching hour…home in Funabori, or rather, at the beer store having a good night brew out front.  4 hours and 45 minutes home.  This silly application I have on my iPhone says 12,144 steps and 9.4 kilometers, but I KNOW that`s bullshit!  It feels A LOT farther than that!  That number HAS to be WRONG.  I walked more than that on an average day at work.  I`m deleting this app right now.  When I realize how I used to skateboard from Venice Beach to Palos Verdes, about 14 miles, in 2.5 to 3 hours, I just know that number is wrong.  We have to take into account that THAT was a SMOOTH bike path with few obstructions, whereas THIS ride is through the heart of a major metropolis with MANY obstacles, rough roads, traffic lights, etc…..
Also, the app was made for WALKING, but I`m SKATEBOARDING.  It`s entirely likely that ROLLING fucks up the distance measurements and of course, the steps.  Whatever.  It was an epic journey.  I really wish someone could`ve joined me for this one.  Too bad for you…..MUTHAFUCKA………..
Nobody else IN THE WORLD accomplished this particular brand of insanity tonight—
I guarantee it….
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5/18/13
RANDOM MEMORY OF THE DAY
The time and place:  1985-1987, Redondo Beach, California
The cast of characters: (interchangeable on various days)
Tom Brooks
Rich Coleman
J.T. Barker
Vincent Saint
Matt Barmann
Phil Hammer
Collectively, also known as THE WRECKING CREW…
THE SPUD RUN
We used to go out on a regular basis, usually on weekends, more than likely stoned as hell and drinking beer, like all healthy young teenagers with a lust for life and an interest in general chaos.
We would go to a place on PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) called “Nancy`s Food Cellar” and steal potatoes from this bin they had outside with a very plentiful supply.  We would fill the car with the potatoes, and I mean REALLY FILL IT, to the point of absurdity.  This would happen in any car we had available that night, most likely Vince`s VW bus, my VW square back, JD`s station wagon, or my Mom`s VW Cabriolet convertible…(I guess everyone was into German cars at that time…)
We would drive recklessly through the night streets of Redondo Beach, Torrance and Palos Verdes and throw the potatoes with lethal force at anything and anyone.  Anything that could be broken would be destroyed.  We smashed plate glass windows, car headlights, car taillights, pots, birdhouses, and real estate signs in front of houses that said FOR SALE.  Imagine waking up in the morning and finding a potato in the shattered headlight of your car.  We were ruthless little assholes, racing through the streets with Black Flag or the Dead Kennedys (Police Truck)
cranked up on the car stereo and people ran from us and scattered in abject terror.  We became a fixture in the community, “those little fuckheads who hurl potatoes and break everything.”  (real quote from a guy I heard on the street).
There was a strategy and a pattern and important positions in the car arrangement: Driver, shotgun, side bombers, and the favorite— TAILGUNNER.  Whatever the guys in shotgun and side bomber positions missed, the tailgunner would likely hit.  There is NOTHING like the sound of shattering a plate glass window.  It sounds like dark angels screaming as they fall from heaven.
There is nothing else in the world like the thrill of watching a real estate sign explode into 29 pieces from a direct hit by a potato projectile hurled at 60mph.  You don`t often sea a night jogger wearing Dolphin skivvies tumbling into the bushes after taking a potato in the bum.  And we had A LOT of potatoes, lemme tell ya.  One time, we filled my Mom`s car to the point where we were sitting up to our chests in potatoes! (Sorry, Mom, you KNEW we were up to something!)
AND…that was a convertible!  Think—what would our excuse have been to a passing policeman?
“We`re gonna make french fries!?!”  NO.  Jail time, plain and simple.  That`s what would have happened, had we been caught.  But it never happened.
However, one time, we WERE caught by a motorcycle policeman as Matt was leaning WAY out the shotgun side window dragging a metal trashcan down the street, sparks flying behind us in a stream of fire.  He gave us the third degree for about 10 minutes, (but I think he was laughing inside).  Lucky for us, he got another more important call, and he said exactly that; “Guys, tonight is your lucky night.  Don`t expect it to happen if I catch you doing this again.”  And with that, he roared away on his motorcycle.  So naturally, we went to get potatoes.  Some people never learn—or maybe they just don`t care.  If we`d had potatoes in the car when the cop pulled us over, we never would`ve escaped.
Then there was mailbox baseball.  Aluminum bats are best for this sport.  Palos Verdes Estates has tons of fancy, `cute,` little mailboxes; replicas of country houses with white picket fences, barns, shotgun shacks, etc….and we would SMASH those motherfuckers into a million pieces with a single swing of the bat.  SO satisfying.  No remorse on that one….those rich scumbags could afford it.  They probably woke up and assumed that black people had been in their community, armed with potatoes and crowbars and looking for houses to rob.
Are you feeling a little bad for those poor night joggers, just minding their own business when they were rudely dropped into the brush, taking a 40mph spud in the leg?  Me too, honestly.
But, don`t worry too much.  No one died.  Karma is a bitch.  I got mine a few years later, believe it.  It was in Pacific Beach, San Diego, California, maybe….1991?….
I was riding my bike on the wrong side of the road, against traffic, when suddenly and out of the blue, it happened in hallucinogenic slow motion.  Some tattooed hesher dude leaned out of a passing car and threw a HUGE projectile at me with stoned and deadly accuracy.  It was a fucking CANTALOUPE, man!  SMASH!!….RIGHT IN THE CHEST!  Knocked the breath out of me, it did, when it exploded, and almost made me tumble off my bike, but I managed to hold on in a death grip and take the pain and still avoid getting hit by a car.  I was shocked.  Then, I was laughing…hysterically……realizing I`d been gut-punched by karmic payback.  I made it to TACO SURF, covered in cantaloupe pulp and seeds.  We all had a good laugh about it.  Then I had a DELICIOUS Mexican lunch at the best taco shop on the planet.  After that, I went back to my apartment on Opal Street and got stoned by the swimming pool.  Then I went to a keg party on Mission Beach and hung out with many gorgeous drunk girls in bikinis and watched the sunset with a babe named Charlotte and then got into some sexy shenanigans with her.  You see…..?
I ALWAYS come out on top….
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BLOOMING                by ME
The City
is catching up with its outskirts
What once was
a quiet town on the fringe
has been
absorbed into the metropolis
as if
it had always been this way…
but there are many who know better
Listen to the stories of the elders…
Giant holes in the ground
the rumble of machinery
creaking
groaning
pounding
tractors
cranes
heavy metal framework
clustered across the landscape
like steel skeletons
Old structures fall
New towers rise
Roads flowing everywhere
in a tangled mass
like veins of mercury
In daylight
the City festers under the burning sun
By night
the lights winking with a leering eye
The rats scampering
through dark alleys of garbage
From high above
like an organism
an explosion of light
A massive, mechanical, neon flower
blooming across the land
But when it dies
it will leave a scar
There are no stars over Tokyo
It`s getting harder to find the edge
but it`s still out there—
somewhere…
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TOKYO: THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH
(for robots)………………………………………………………………………………………
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WAY BEYOND THE LIMITS OF REASON OR SO-CALLED `SANITY`…
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`Atticus Fetch`  ”Now, if you`ll excuse me, I`m gonna show this dedicated fan what it`s like to be penetrated by a ginger GOD.”
crazy girl  ”No, I`m gonna show YOU what it`s like to be raped by a tweaker!”
possibly the funniest line EVER on Californication
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5/20/13
RANDOM MEMORY OF THE DAY
maybe 1995, San Diego, CA
THE LEGENDARY TANK INCIDENT
(Does anyone remember this?)
Some hardcore tweaker from inland somewhere past Interstate 5 (we never went past Cass Street),
had been whacked out of his head on pink crystal meth for like 2 fucking weeks.  Later, after the incident, investigators found a virtual rabbit warren of tunnels and holes in his backyard where he`d apparently been digging for gold.  In his frenzy of tweaker-greed, he finally snapped and somehow managed to sneak into the nearby National Guard Armory and steal a goddamned U.S. Army TANK!
How he figured out how to start and drive the damn thing, no one really knew at the time; probably some kind of super-tweaker brain fart.  Perhaps he was ex-military, I forgot, and who cares anyway?
The point is…HE STOLE A TANK.  He managed to take the aforementioned military death machine
on a RIDE to end all motherfucking rides; a 2 hour plus rampage throughout the streets of San Diego, destroying EVERYTHING in his path.  We were having a keg party in Mission Beach at the time, as usual.  A couple friends, some girls, and I went inside to take a few hits from the bong and we saw this hallucinatory mega-destruction on TV and it BLEW OUR MINDS.  He was going through windows, clipping buildings, downing power lines, and running over cars like there was no tomorrow, which it turned out there wasn`t for him.  This was NOT your average car chase.  We see those in SoCal every day.   This was a CRAZED DRUGGIE IN A 60 TON KILLING MACHINE!   This was SPECTACULAR.  In any case, he finally got hung up on the center divider of the Interstate 8 Freeway in Mission Valley, where an SDPD cop managed to jump on the tank, open the top hatch and fire a couple gunshots inside the tank, hitting the tweaker in the upper left shoulder where it penetrated his heart and killed him.
He never found that gold, but at least he went out in a blaze of tweaker glory and massive destruction.  What more could a scumbag ask for?
(you don`t believe me: Google-    San Diego, stolen tank     -and see the legend take his last ride…..
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***** “International School”
when the INSANE emails get out of hand,
MAINTAIN RADIO SILENCE
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LIFE:
It`s CHESS, not checkers.
You need a strategy, you need to think fast and NEVER HESITATE…
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As I`ve said before, when you ride the train everyday in Tokyo on a set working routine, you very frequently see the same faces; even in a mega-city of millions.  It`s funny, you even see them in the SAME places; meaning the same seats, the same train cars, waiting for a seat where everyday they know someone else in their usual spot will get off at their usual stop….
It`s like clockwork amongst chaos.  For example, every weekday morning, I walk the SAME path, transferring from the Toei Shinjuku Line to the Oedo Line.  I wait for the train for 3 minutes in the SAME spot (where I see other regulars waiting in their self-assigned places).  The train pulls up and I fight my way to my daily corner spot between train cars.  No one is EVER in my spot.  They may be close, but they`re not IN IT.  Lucky for them, because if they were, I`d be sure to elbow them aside and let them know who`s in charge (unless it was a sexy, hot babe).
I`m territorial like that, you know it…..
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5/23/13
****”International School”….
NEVER in my life have I received so many retarded emails!  I`m ready to delete my fucking account.  I`m telling you it`s sheer abuse of email privileges!  14 yesterday and 21 today (this was at 10am…..make that 45! )
This job sucks ass worse than ANY job I`ve had….EVER!
As smart as I am, the sad thing is that I serve no functional purpose whatsoever in consumer society.  I`m not a doctor, a lawyer, or a businessman.  I`m not a merchant nor a tradesman with a useful skill such as carpentry or plumbing.  I`m not a computer tech guy or a cable guy or a salesman.  I`m just a hedonist who LIKES TO ENJOY LIFE.  Is that so wrong?  To top it all off,  I`M NOT INTERESTED IN THE GAME.    I just don`t care.  It`s all a bunch of shit and then you die.  I just wanna enjoy the ride before my number is up.  I am forever an outsider, a strange bird,
a freak, destined to wander the fringes on my own lonely roads.  Whatever;  I bought the ticket, I`ll take the ride….
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5/24/13  5:50pm
As I believe I`ve already clarified, the trains in Tokyo are as efficient as they come, but insanely PACKED.  You`ve NEVER seen a full train until you`ve been on a Tokyo rush hour train.  You think you have, but you haven`t.  And it`s ALWAYS rush hour.  Picture LA traffic jams on the 10 freeway heading west at 5:30pm around the 405 interchange, BUT WITH PEOPLE…
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5/24/13
Another skateboarding Friday night in Tokyo.  I started out in Shibuya, as usual.  I finally made it to try out HUB British Pub.  Had fish and chips and a Guinness….real nice.  Then I partied for awhile with some U.S. Navy boys, talked to a lovely Japanese girl named Kamako, and generally had a good time at this place.  A British pub with no limeys……weird.  Heading out….a lot of skateboarding to do…..
Talked to a cool Brazilian tattoo artist in Shibuya named Rex.  He`s got a studio right in the heart of it….
Heading to Shinjuku to linger a few hours and then over to Akihabara Electric town and then home….
50 yen beers at this bar…..NO FUCKING WAY!!
“London is like my mother, New York City is like my wife—I`ll love her forever, and Tokyo is like my dirty, nasty mistress….”
Ben
(A London born Englishman I talked to in Kabukicho, Shinjuku, Red Light District….)
HOURS LATER….
I don`t even have words for the RIDICULOUS adventures I had tonight, and that`s a RARE thing for me…..I`ll tell ya sometime over a couple belts of scotch, because I`ll NEVER forget it….
AND, of course, I finally had to EAT SHIT on my skateboard tonight.  I`ve been on a really good run, I haven`t fallen at all in many months, and tonight I SLAMMED.  I`m afraid, I may have cracked a bone in my shoulder, it`s all black and blue and bloody….hairline fracture?  Oh well, that`s the price I pay for being a man of action; and the agony….?  Well, that`s what whiskey`s for…
The `Baddest Man Alive` is in serious fucking PAIN…
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******** `INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL`
It`s all about the MONEY….
It turns out the main boss lady used to be the lead `hostess` at a Roppongi Night Club, meaning a MADAM or a HOOKER.  Now, of course, I`m not judging….I`m just saying.  AND her husband was Yakuza.  From whore to owner of a school for children with handicaps, behavioral problems and learning disabilities.  Perfect.  Beautiful.
(that`s the RUMOR, anyway…)
It only gets weirder…
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“Sometimes I just feel like a traveling tube into which food is packed…”
Anthony Bourdain
“No Reservations”
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“I only eat what I kill myself…”
Ted Nugent
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My shoulder looks like it got beaten with an aluminum baseball bat….
Oh, it`s more than a HAIRLINE fracture, lemme tell ya, I saw the x-ray after consulting with one, Dr. Takita……………………………………………………..  Let`s put it this way…
it don`t look so good.  Looks like it`s gonna be a lazy, skateboardless summer.
I`m gonna be walking extremely long distances rather than riding.  I`m afraid I`m getting too old for this shit….
Happy 44th Birthday, motherfucker….
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Random thought….after watching Anthony Bourdain in San Francisco, I REALLY want to go to “The Tonga Room” in the basement of the Fairmont Hotel on Nob Hill someday….
(Go ahead, Google it, check some pics; spectacular…)
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“I GOT CHUNKS OF GUYS LIKE YOU IN MY STOOL !!”
Frank Sinatra
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I hate to sound cruel, but being a Japanese DWARF just seems like cruel and unusual punishment, doesn`t it?  But then again, so does being a laid-back CA skateboard guy,
self-exiled in Japan….
Whatever….
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HA!  Hey Ronnie, if you ever read this far, this one`s especially for you:
I went to Shinagawa Aquarium in Tokyo today on a `school field trip.`
They had tons of fish they haven`t eaten yet and…you guessed it….dolphins!
Now, I`ve never really been a fan of animals in captivity, but I guess these dolphins
should be grateful they haven`t ended up in a can of tuna fish yet.  Instead they get
to do stupid little tricks for a bunch of screaming Japanese to the tune of horrible J-pop `music.`
Fuck that—that isn`t my point…..what FOLLOWS is my POINT……
You know the favorite `South Park` we`re always laughing about…of course you do.
I was in a quiet hysteria today because ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT was,
“FUCK YOU, DORPHIN!”
Then, to put the icing on the cake, I get back to school and I`m looking in one of
the kids` notebooks and it said, I SWEAR TO GOD, that he went to see DORPHINS today.
DORPHINS.
And that was the moment that I lost it.
BEST FIELD TRIP EVER…
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Go to Vice Magazine, YouTube channel and watch “How to Hitchhike Across America” (parts 1 through 5) with artist, David Choe.  I fucking love this guy….he`s CLASSIC.  (Did you know he spent time in a Japanese prison?  He beat up a Japanese cop!  HA!  I told you they look like librarians.  In LA you`d get KILLED for trying that shit….!)
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“These are not the droids you`re looking for…”
Star Wars
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“Thou shalt not fly further with me…”
“IF HE THIRST,
GIVE HIM A DRINK
AND HE SHALL LIVE…”
…from an alchemical manuscript by
Claudius de Dominico Celentano Vallis
A.D. 1606
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6/6/13
RANDOM MEMORY OF THE DAY
 
LIFE IN 1991 MISSION BEACH, SAN DIEGO
To distort the words of Arthur Rimbaud…
Once, if I remember well, my life was a party where all the sexy girls got nasty
and all the beers flowed freely…
A long, long time ago, I was 22 years old, it`s true.  If it`s possible, I was likely even crazier than I am today.  No, in fact, I was DEFINITELY crazier.
I was 22 years young and looking for a way to become an alcoholic.  The air smelled of ocean breezes and suntan oil that was shimmering off the smooth tanned asses of 17-year-old vixens in tiny bikinis with tramp stamps above their tight, little butt cheeks.  Pot smoke floated through the salty air in heavenly aromas.  The beach was vast, the sky was a screaming blue, and the adventures were ENDLESS.
Where to begin, WHERE TO BEGIN?
I suppose I could start with a typical day—let`s say…a Friday morning, or a fucking TUESDAY morning—there was really no difference.
Let`s say I`d had a relatively mellow evening, maybe only 6 beers and some weed.  I would likely get up early, maybe 6:30am, to check the waves and perhaps have a surf session.  Or maybe go back to bed if there was no swell.
Or maybe I`d been up all night jacked up on cocaine with some strippers fromPure Platinum or Deja Vu.  Then of course, I`d have seen the sunrise, not as if I`d had any choice in the matter.  Or maybe some of my tattooed, psychopath friends of the time and I had been out raising hell for a COUPLE NIGHTS or more, cranked up on pink meth.  Whatever.  What a bunch of fucking idiots we were—-IDIOTS HAVING FUN!
Anyway, I lived on Ormond Court in mid-Mission Beach at the time.  My roommate was a tanned and leathery, thirtysomething psycho named Dave.  He had a face like an old baseball mitt and crazed blue eyes.  He used to walk around all day in Dolphin skivvies or swim trunks.  I don`t think I ever saw a shirt on that guy……EVER.   Seriously.  I am not exaggerating.
He liked, in order; beer, marijuana, women, whiskey, and volleyball.  I, on the other hand, could do without the volleyball.  And mine were ordered differently; girls at the top and everything else just went along with chasing them, orbeing chased if I was lucky.
Dave was a pot dealer;  I`m talking HEFTY BAGS here—pounds, kilograms…..A LOT.
That made it real EASY for me to STAY HIGH.  ALL THE TIME.  I`m not kidding.  I didn`t live IN the house.  Neither did he, actually.  He`d converted the garage into a cool dope room.  I lived in a TRAILER in the driveway, right on the dirty alley.  This inspired many names like `Trailer Tom` and `Uncle Tom`s Smokin` Cabin.`  Go ahead….laugh.  I walked 25 STEPS and I was ON THE BEACH.  MY FRONT YARD AND PLAYGROUND.  And the ocean was my swimming pool.  I paid Dave 100 bucks a month rent, chickenfeed, really, even for a clown that worked 3 or 4 days a week only at TOGO`S sandwich shop on Garnet.  And let me tell you, my friends; you should have SEEN all the sexy beach bunnies that passed through that trailer!  It defied all the known financial laws of greed and gold-digging.  It was way beyond rhyme or reason.  It was fucking GREAT!
The homeless people used to come by our house at least 5 times daily to collect beer cans.  One regular hobo lady probably owns a house over the ocean in La Jolla nowadays, thanks to our INSANE beer consumption levels.  The main house was just for partying and having BBQs on the porch.  Dave was a hell of a grillmaster.  As I recall, he also had a hell of a temper.  I can`t tell you how many douchebags he HEAVED off that porch….LITERALLY THREW THEM.
Anyhow, the type of day I`m thinking of consisted of a fresh start after a rare quiet evening the night before.  I woke and had a surf session with Nick, Brent, Casey, and Chris.  Dave didn`t surf, so we saw him around 10am after he managed to extricate himself from his opium den cave.  There were other mornings, however, when HE`D be up early, shaking my trailer like an earthquake, yelling, “WAKE UP IN THERE!  I`LL BUY, YOU FLY!  GO GET US A 12-PACK OF BUDWEISER!  GET UP, YOU LITTLE BASTARD, I WANT BEER!!!”  Hell of a guy, Dave….
This day we all came together on the Boardwalk.  We skateboarded up to Pacific Beach for a delicious TACO SURF brunch.  It was the Ritual de lo Habitual.  Speaking of that, it was the 90s, man, the era of Jane`s Addiction, Red Hot Chili Peppers (BloodSugarSexMagick), Nirvana, and Pearl Jam.  You know what I`m talking about.  Or maybe you don`t.  I don`t care, I`m on a roll here….
After TACO SURF, we converged again at THE SPOT on the boardwalk, just sitting there in swim trunks.  Just a bunch of stoned punks with absolutely NOTHING to do on a weekday morning at 11:30am.  A SUMMER morning, mind you….watching the tourist AND local girls
roller-skate by in their little bikinis.  We`d leer, we`d heckle, we`d stare and we`d pull `em in, one by one.  Believe it, baby…
I remember Casey (who somewhat resembled Layne Staley of Alice in Chains), tattooed from head to toe and his curly, long, blonde hair.  He pulled in three HOTTIES with this simple, derogatory one-liner; “What`s up, stinkbags?”  I swear to God.  We`d already been pooling our money for a beer keg since 10am.  This was a very common thing.  The Middle Eastern owners of HUB Liquor and Little Sam`s fucking LOVED us.  2pm, we`ve got a keg with a bunch of bikini-clad Arizona girls and more on the way….(`The Redplates are coming, the REDPLATES are coming!!!`)  MANY people coming out of the woodwork, and we`re already collecting money for the NEXT keg.  This is all occasionally interrupted by random skateboard rides and trips into the house to hit the bong.  It was a day like this when we saw THE LEGENDARY TANK INCIDENT
on TV.  And it only got uglier…
Sunset comes and with any luck, you`ve ALREADY been laid.  At night, the stimulants and hallucinogens come out.  Next thing I know, it`s 4am and I`m on mushrooms as a full moon sets over the ocean.  I`m with some blonde girl from Missouri, bathing together in a silver moonbeam that`s shimmering across the ocean, luminescent flecks of whitewash rolling across her bare breasts in the unearthly glow and my heart is filled with a lustful and boundless joy.  The sun rises in a burst of red-orange fire, the sand is breathing—everything is alive and insane and vital.
And a new day begins…
Surf, skate, smoke,
swim trunks all day.
Nothing could stop us from our madness,
nor could our relentless hedonism be stifled.  We were out of control in the best possible way.
This was just an AVERAGE day.
We could have been on an acid trip in a car on the way to the top of Mount Soledad with its SPECTACULAR view (for some reason, I remember Michael Jackson`s Man in the Mirror, BLARING on the car stereo).  And who the hell was DRIVING that day anyway?!?  It sure as fuck wasn`t me!!
We could`ve been seeing Santana live at the Starlight Bowl or the Tijuana Bullring.  We could`ve seen the Chili Peppers, Nirvana, and Pearl Jam live at the Del Mar Fairgrounds.  It could have been “Bundy Night” (Married With Children), Sunday, at the girls` house across the street (Erica, Erin and Natasha).  ”Why go out for milk when you got a cow at home?”  We`d all get as high as you could possibly get and then laugh hysterically WAY after the show had ended.  That Erica, GOOD GOD, I remember she was SEXY!  A spoiled rotten, Palos Verdes rich girl—a firecracker, that one…  She once ripped my pants down in the San Diego Sports Arena parking lot after an Eric Clapton concert and gave me a spur-of-the-moment hummer.  It`s not in my nature to complain about things like that, only to be grateful.  (“Your daddy`s rich and your mama`s good-lookin`, you`re a REAL FINE GIRL….”)
In those days, we could have been doing ANYTHING at ANY GIVEN MOMENT and we needed no reason.  Such is the power of wild youth, a predilection for general chaos, lust for life, and RELENTLESS ENTHUSIASM.  And perhaps one could include sex addiction somewhere in there, the BEST addiction of all.
You know….I wouldn`t change a thing.  I regret nothing.  If I could, I`d go back and do it all again…TWICE.  I`d make the same mistakes, touch the same girls in all the right places, and basically live those crazy years all over again.  It was a beautiful life….a golden time in a golden land, so far gone now, it seems like a distant dream fading away behind me.  But here it is, still with me, and all laid out for you to re-live with me…
IT MADE ME WHO I AM.
What can possibly substitute for experience?  NOTHING.
Now if you`ll excuse me, I`m gonna take my aching broken shoulder to go sit in my rocking chair and rub `Ben Gay` Deep Heating Ointment on my withered flesh…
Now piss off….
And I am again left alone with my beautiful memories….
It`s alright, they`re good company…….and now they`re yours….
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Another BAD Japanese name:
This time it`s for cookies….
they are called   COUQUE D`ASSES
HA!!
I am dead fucking serious.  I couldn`t even make this shit up….
You still think I`m kidding, ya don`t believe me?  Well, here`s the proof…
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OPEN»heh, heh….
Now we ALL know I`ve got a sick mind, but this is fucking ridiculous!!
I mean, if you don`t notice something like this, you`re just not paying attention….
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“If the sow with her snout should happen to imprint the letter A upon the ground,
wouldst thou therefore imagine that she could write out a whole tragedy as one letter?”
Sir Francis Bacon
Interpretation of Nature
 
“The end of our foundation is the knowledge of causes, and secret motions of things;
and the enlarging of the bounds of human empire, to the effecting of all things possible.”
Sir Francis Bacon
The New Atlantis
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tabula rasa = `clean slate` or `blank tablet`
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empiricism— the theory of knowledge which states that knowledge comes primarily from sensory experience…
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EMPIRIC
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“If you find from your own experience that something is a fact and it contradicts what some authority has written down, then you must abandon the authority and base your reasoning on your own findings.”
Leonardo da Vinci
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IF YOU DON`T LIKE TO BE BOMBARDED WITH OFFENSIVE WORDS, THEN YOU`D BETTER JUST TURN AROUND NOW AND GO WATCH SOMETHING ON TV….
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IF YOU HAVE ENOUGH PILES OF SHIT LAYING AROUND IN YOUR GARDEN,
SOONER OR LATER,
FLOWERS ARE BOUND TO GROW OUT OF `EM…
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You wanna know who`s currently living in Tokyo?……ME……!!!!!!!!!
oh yeah, and that David Lee Roth guy has been hanging around Ginza……DIAMOND DAVE!
I kind of hope I run into that old rockstar bastard…
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“We can only escape from the world by outgrowing the world.  Death may take man out of the world,
but only wisdom can take the world out of the man.  As long as the human being is obsessed by worldliness, he will suffer from the Karmic consequences of false allegiances.  When however, worldliness is transmuted into Spiritual Integrity, he is free, even though he still dwells physically among worldly things.”
Manly P. Hall
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“I never stopped graffiti.  It influences my fine art, with the quickness and immediacy of it.  I use oil paint like it`s acrylic, because I can`t wait for it to dry.  I love fucking with mediums and seeing how they react to different mediums, but I always considered graffiti separate from my art.  I always looked at  { new pen here»6/9/13 at 10pm}  it as destructive, anarchist, political, spiritual, and mostly just fun.  It was a release from being cooped up, hunched over tiny drawings with rapidographs and mechanical pencils.  Fuck everything I`m doing at home, I`m going out late at night to have an affair with the streets.  I`m not worried about mistakes, or trying to make shit look right, or fame, or writing the same tag over and over—I`m looking to DESTROY: pure vandalism, and maybe somewhere in the process I can achieve enlightenment, fulfillment, and redemption, but probably not.  You can’t ever really describe the feeling until you`ve stolen two cans of Krylon flat black and hit the streets with reckless abandon.  The freedom of speech, and scale of the words and pictures is humbling.”
David Choe
(Interview with Juxtapoz magazine)
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FUCKING GENIUS….
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I`ve made some bad career choices over the years—meaning basically…
NO CAREER CHOICES.
Let`s face it, I`m a full-fledged professional HEDONIST.
If I could get paid for creating random things, lying around on the beach, skateboarding across major cities, partying, and doing things that are basically INSANE,
I`d be a multimillionaire by now….
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ALCHEMY
 
Solution and filtration
Evaporation and distillation
Separation and rectification
Calcination and commixtion
Purification, inhibition, fermentation,
and fixation,
Multiplication and projection…
Alchemy…
the Secret Art of the Land of Khem,
one of the oldest sciences known to the world.
Back…
back into the obscurity of prehistoric times,
the mysteries lie deep, lost, and hidden
in the mists of time…
Divinely revealed to Man,
so that by this Alchemy,
He can regain His lost estate
when He sheds this mortal coil…
Concealed behind the Veil of Isis,
Coded in the Path of the Tarot—
lost to the modern world…
Reflect upon this in a moment of silence…
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
QUIET
SAY NOTHING…………..
NOW…
After 300 days
Alexander comes to a majestic mountain
on whose sides hung chains of gold.
And there were two thousand and fifty steps to the top.
Alexander and his 12 princes ascended to the summit
and found a beautiful palace with 12 gates and 70 windows
of the purest gold.
It was called The Palace of the Sun
and inside it contained a shining golden temple
in the shape of a pyramid
wherein they found an ancient, old man with
a great and long white beard.
The great Sage said,
Alexander, thou shalt now see what no earthly man hath ever before seen or heard…
Alexander made answer,
O Sage, most happy, how dost thou know me?
The Sage replied,
Before the wave of the Deluge covered the earth, I knew thy works.
Wouldst thou behold the most hallowed Trees of the Sun and Moon, 
which announce all future things?
Alexander replied,
It is well, my lord; greatly do we long to see them.
Then the Sage said,
Put away your rings and your ornaments, take off your shoes and follow me…
Alexander did so, and choosing 3 of the princes,
and leaving the rest to await his return,
he followed the great Sage, and came to
The Trees of the Sun and Moon.
The Tree of the Sun had leaves of red and gold
and The Tree of the Moon had leaves of shining silver
and they were very great whispering Trees and
they told him very many things…
The forgotten mysteries are not forgotten by everyone…
They are veiled in SYMBOLISM
and revealed through ALLEGORY.
Read between the lines.
Notice that which lies hidden in plain view.
Alchemy…
the science of multiplication
based upon the natural phenomenon of growth.
`…nothing from nothing comes…`
 
It is the process of increasing and improving that which already exists.
God is the `within` and `without` of all things.
Through ART (the process of learning)
the whole mass of base metals (the mental body of ignorance)
is transmuted into pure GOLD (wisdom).
`Within everything is the seed of everything.`
Within the nature of man is reflected the entire universe in miniature,
so in each grain of sand,
each drop of water,
each tiny cosmic particle,
are concealed ALL the elements of the cosmos.
Consider the monads of Leibnitz….
The possibilities are limitless…beyond comprehension…
Sand, marble, granite,
Diamonds, emeralds, sapphires…
All these things come from deep within the earth…
The aim of Alchemy is to carry out in the laboratory
the processes which nature carries out in the interior of the earth—
transmuting base metals into gold and silver and precious stones…
A compound
An elixir
Magisterium medicine
The Philosopher`s Stone
The creation of homunculi
A universal dissolving solvent
Spiritus Mundi
A Secret Arcanum
Salt
Sulphur        >Triune Nature
Mercury
3×3
plus Azoth (a mysterious universal life force)
A tiny particle of the Philosopher`s Stone,
if cast upon the surface of water,
will immediately begin a miniature history of the universe…
for instantly, the tincture, like the spirits of Elohim,
move upon the face of the waters
and a miniature universe rises like a mist in the air and floats,
where it passes through all stages of cosmic unfoldment
and finally disintegrates, returning into dust.
DARKNESS WILL FLY FROM THEE
THIS IS THE STRENGTH OF ALL POWERS
WITH THIS, THOU WILT BE ABLE TO OVERCOME ALL THINGS
Salt, Sulphur, Mercury…
IN THIS TRINITY IS HIDDEN THE WISDOM OF THE WHOLE WORLD.
Take the purest and cleanest sea salt,
made from the rays of the sun.
Dissolve it in dew drops filled with the light of the moon.
Add the powder of Azoth
and a slow fire for 50 days.
Red elixir—
then black.
12 to 15 days of distillation.
It will become the mercury of the True Philosophers,
the water out of which becomes Gold and Silver…
for they say,
The Father is Gold and the Mother is Silver.
Thus hast thou the strength of both these luminaries
conjoined in this water…
Many, many more wonders of this HOLY ART
might be added,
but we will let this short overview suffice…
Go now…
experiment,
seek,
learn,
and perform miracles…
THB3
(derived from ancient alchemical documents…)
6/10/13
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“DO WHAT THOU WILT
IS THE WHOLE OF THE LAW”
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Hell, man……where do we go after that one?!?
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We should all probably just accept that there is an awful lot that we don`t know…
(actually…..I was thinking, YOU should probably accept it…..I KNOW PLENTY…)
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Chiharu Nagashima, my wife……ACTION sleeper…..
if you could see some of the CLASSIC positions…
(I will not embarrass her with photos here…)
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The NSA has built a new secret compound, a data center if you will, in a remote corner of Utah.
They are collecting all digital information they can lay their hands on—emails, Facebook pages, Twitter messages (tweets, twits?), voice messages, and as many as 6 billion phone calls a day.
Incredible.  I understand the need for intelligence in this world of psychos, but DAMN, that`s just nuts!  I`m told that their computers are estimated at perhaps as much as 5 ZETABYTES.  Now we all know megabytes, gigabytes, and terabytes, but what the fuck is a ZETABYTE?  An astronomical amount of space, that`s what it is, equivalent to roughly 62 BILLION stacked iPhone 5s, a HUGE number that is really difficult to even conceive of……WOW!
Well, I`ve known it in my guts for a long time, but we can all agree, Orwell was SO right….
“BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU…”
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It is written…
“I think I shall have to be loyal to the nightmare of my choice…”
( I do NOT remember where this saying came from…)
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“A photograph is a secret about a secret.  The more it tells you, the less you know.”
Diane Arbus
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One day, I have to get to Bhaktapur, Nepal…..it looks fucking amazing.
Google some photos of it, you`ll know what I`m talking about.  Fuck it…I`ll give ya one right here:Inline image 1
 
Plenty more where this one came from….
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Went for Indian food at Krishna Palace in Edogawa, where the samosas are delicious and most of the guys are from Nepal.  That`s where I came up with the aforementioned place and the guys told me all about it.  I also tried a beer from Nepal called Khukuri beer, which means `Sword of Nepal.`
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3G, 4G, hotspots, Androids, this, that, skippity-skat———-
next thing you know, they`ll have 10G!!!  They`ll say ANYTHING to get you to buy their product.  It`s just marketing, people.  If you have a hard time grasping this concept, just watch a few early episodes of Mad Men, and it will all become clear.  Making you WANT something is one thing, but making you KNOW you just HAVE TO HAVE IT, that you NEED it—well, THAT is a whole new ballgame.  In my mind, there`s just GOOD reception and BAD reception. That`s all.
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And HERE is where this word party REALLY gets started…
The Crazy Train is now leaving the station; you bought the ticket, now take the ride…
NAGANO PREFECTURE FLASHBACK WRITINGS:
(These have not been in the Street Journals……YET….
Some of you may have already read these, some of you haven`t….
If you haven`t, prepare to be appalled with my rampant perversity;
for those of you who have read it, well, fucking read it again….)
TIGHT ASS ON A STAIRWAY
 
So, I was standing around the train station in Ueda, waiting as usual…
waiting for a train, a blue bus, waiting to die, waiting for some sexy schoolgirls to walk up the stairs in their little uniforms…YES, I AM THAT SICK, YOU KNOW IT!
I`m drinking a cold beer and listening to some Red Hot Chili Peppers funk on my iPod, just minding my own business really, when suddenly, this girl appears, I mean, HOLY SHIT, this chick is fucking DROP DEAD BEAUTIFUL.  You wanna fall down on your knees and suddenly believe in God OR maybe break down and cry like a baby that you can`t have EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE GODDESSES.  However, I did neither.  I just stood there, calm, cool, and collected, openly leering at her.
Let me describe her for you; she was tall for a Japanese and willowy with long, graceful, perfect legs.  She had nice, perky little titties that would fit comfortably in the palm of your hand and wouldn`t leave a scar.  Her face was perfectly sculpted and made up elegantly with lovely eyes, fake eyelashes, plump, nice-shaped lips.  All around, an amazing overall package.  BUT, she was one of those stone-cold Japanese bitches with the dead, soulless eyes that wouldn`t even make eye contact with you for less than 10,000¥ (about $120).  Surely, she was a working girl; one of those little minxes who works at a high class “hostess” bar, where little 5-foot-tall Jap businessmen pay money to get in there and paw her eraserhead titties and her tight little ass with their pudgy, fishy fingers.
The little fucker who is willing to fork over 40,000¥ or more gets to take her to a love hotel and stick his chopstick in her sushi hole.
(JB, you`ve been here, so you KNOW the type of stinkbag I`m talking about—the kind you`d push an old lady over and steal her purse to get to…)
Yes, this IS Japan.  She was dressed to kill, wearing mostly gray and black, with thigh-high stockings and a RIDICULOUSLY short skirt.  You could almost see her bunghole from ground level.  When she started up the stairway, completely ignoring me of course, I couldn`t help but notice that she had on the tiniest of lacy, black panties and being that they were SO SMALL, I was able to observe that she didn`t even have a banzai bush.  AMAZING.  I`m getting emotional just recalling this blissful moment.  A single perverted turn of phrase came into my sick and demented mind……………
I WANNA STICK MY PUMPERNICKEL IN HER BREADBOX AND TWIST HER NIPPLES UNTIL SHE SCREAMS…
These words seemed so goddamned funny to me at that moment that I laughed out loud.  Really.  She wasn`t that far away, so she heard me and turned around
and gave me the stink eye.  But then, it was ME, you know, so I just gave her my most charming smile and then made a funny face and stuck my tongue out at her and gave her the finger.  To my complete fucking surprise, she laughed, gave me a radiant smile and stuck HER tongue out too and flicked ME off with both hands,
A DOUBLE WHAMMY, BABY!  Then, she turned on her high, HIGH heels with a SASSY flourish and flipped her hair and showed me the ass from heaven once again and walked off and disappeared, never to be seen again.  Cocktease.  At least I didn`t have to pay 10,000¥.  Now, if you`ll excuse me, I`m gonna go cry myself to sleep….
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DON`T JUDGE ME.
EVERY man is thinking something along these lines, even if he won`t admit to it…LADIES, if a man says these things don`t cross his mind from time to time, well, HE`S LYING TO YOU…..!
WHITE COTTON PANTIES
 
Yeah, that`s right, I`m at it again.  And don`t ask me to apologize, don`t you DARE, `cause if you were seeing what I`M seeing, you`d be thinking the SAME goddamned thing.
You sick fucks! (That`s called “transference.”)
So, every now and then, you just happen to be in the PERFECT spot.  You know what I mean?  You could be standing, sitting, lurking, or flopping—no matter, you are THERE.
Now, Japan loves uniforms.  EVERYONE is wearing one….ESPECIALLY, young, sexy girls.  Japanese comic books (manga), which are VERY stupid, are filled with perverted scenarios of impossibly strange sex acts.  They are also riddled with forcible, rape-like situations that seems to be socially acceptable, at least in COMIC BOOK FORM.  You have to see them to believe it.  It`s not me, it`s THEM!  This is everybody`s fault, but mine!  The girl being violated in the comic book is always a spritely, little vixen, young, helpless, wearing a SHORT, plaid skirt and high stockings, like a Catholic school girl.  Or perhaps it is a little sailor suit with a miniskirt dress….REALLY mini.  And white socks.  And pig tails.  And creamy white thighs (yellow?).  And WHITE COTTON PANTIES, yes, as white as the driven snow.  What the fuck?!?  Oh wait, I`m not talking about comics anymore; I`m talking about these fantasies personified in REAL girls, 15 to 18 years old.  They are EVERYWHERE.  These little cockteases are relentlessly omnipresent.  And the funny thing is you are just sure that every guy HAS to be noticing, and yet those little bastards are just typing away on their fucking cellphones like there is nothing else in the world.  They are either blind and ignorant, gay, or just REALLY SUBTLE.  ME, on the other hand, HOLY CHRIST, it`s all I can do to keep from running over there and molesting them.  Tonight, for example; I`m on the train home, just minding my own business, reading a good book and having a beer.  Not a care in the world.  I look to my right, and what do I see?  Silky, black, long hair.  Big, brown, anime eyes with long fake eyelashes.  White see-through blouse with a very short plaid MINI miniskirt.  Thigh-high stockings.  High heels.  And she is looking at me now and then with an enigmatic look that is both aware and yet distant.  Intrigued, yet haughty.  She KNOWS I am seeing her, you can be sure.  Any red-blooded male who is not a homosexual or busy relentlessly texting on his phone would HAVE to SEE HER for Chrissakes!
Anyway, I pretend to be reading.  Out of the side of my eye, I see her throw her left leg HIGH over her right, so now I have a PERFECT view of her WHITE COTTON PANTIES.  Now, what am I supposed to do?!?  How do you respond to that?  Do you ignore?  Do you openly leer?  Both?!?  I just don`t know.  Every 5 minutes, she looks in her little pink hand mirror and adjusts her hair or lips or something.  She throws her legs higher.  Now, you can see the distinct outline of her nether regions without even trying, without even squinting.  IT`S THERE, just out of reach!
What does one DO in this situation?!?  I feel like a tiger in a cage and it`s mating season.  This is Japan, a fairly safe country of restraint and repressed fantasies.  In America, on a NYC subway, she would probably be followed home and violated.  Here, they just type away on their electronic devices while I sit there in my own personal purgatory of confusion and hopeless indecision.  JEEBUS CHRIST, I`M SWEATING LIKE AN ANIMAL!  At least in my mind.  She KNOWS I`m looking, and yet, I am helpless to do or say anything, you know, with the age thing and the fact that I am really TRYING to be a good husband, and the language barrier and whatnot.  I am helpless and yet my demented mind runs amok with perversions.
She almost has her leg around the back of her fucking neck now and there are only 3 people left in the train car, and the other guy is an old man asleep at the other end of the car.  Should I …….?  NO!  I don`t understand.  This is just a game to her.  She is loving my discomfort.  I will NEVER understand this country
nor the cockteasing tendencies of young schoolgirls that look like they just walked right out of a porno comic book.
Nonetheless, at the end of the ride, at my stop, not hers, I rose to leave and then, OF COURSE, she gives me a barely perceptible flirty smile and flutters her eyelids and looks down again at her mirror and her fashion magazine in her lap.
And I am left with nothing but my indecision and a hollow feeling of utter bafflement.   I step off the train into the humid night.  I walk out of the station.  There is nothing left now but the sound of the frogs and their MATING calls and a voice in my head, screaming, “YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”
At least, I can go home without feeling guilty, and once again, cry myself to sleep.
See you in hell.  I`ll be the guy at the door with the guest list……
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COMING NEXT ISSUE!…
DONKEY PUNCH
(AND OTHER TALES OF SEXUAL DEVIANCY)
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“You stay classy, San Diego…
and thanks for stopping by,
stay classy,
thanks for stopping by,
stay classy, San Diego…..and GO FUCK YOURSELF…….”
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MADMEN, ASPARAGUS, PICKLED EGGS, AND OTHER THINGS THAT HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH EACH OTHER….

…that was just to pique your curiosity and has absolutely nothing to do with the ramblings to follow.

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“The ink of a Philosopher is more precious than the blood of a martyr…”
Mohammed
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“Whosoever kills a human being, it shall be as if he had killed all of humankind.”
The Koran  5:32
WHY DOESN`T ANYONE LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF THEIR OWN DAMN RELIGIONS?!?!
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SOME DAYS, THINGS JUST SEEM TO GO ALL WRONG….
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There`s a version of the “Blue Man Group” over here in Japan too.  Of course, they call themselves the “Yellow Man Group” and they shuffle around the stage in slippers and pajamas eating soba noodles and drinking sake, until they get sloppy drunk and fall off the stage….
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“DON`T DIE A VIRGIN:
TERRORISTS ARE UP THERE
WAITING FOR YOU…”
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******** International “School”…..
The gift that keeps on giving…..
BEST SUMMER EVER!!!!!  (The broken shoulder is just the icing on the cake…see attachment)
This is not my natural environment, stuck with a bunch of rich, screaming brats in a dirty old building…..I should be on the beach in Venice skateboarding along with the babes or in the ocean; or perhaps NYC, prowling the dirty bars with a bunch of sexy stinkbags…..
How the FUCK did it all come to this?!?
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Did you know that the Japanese words for breakfast (asa-gohan), lunch (hiru-gohan), and dinner (yuu-gohan) mean “morning rice,”  ”afternoon rice,”  and “evening rice?”
Well, now ya do…..
If that doesn`t cement the stereotypes for ya, then I don`t know what does…..
fuck you, dorphin!!
Sometimes it seems as if most the Japanese really are content to simply work themselves to death and then spend their leisure time just shuffling around in slippers and pajamas eating rice and fish….ALL THE TIME……
Although, I could be wrong…
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“Sometimes in life, the world looks down upon you when you`re degenerate,
and sometimes when you`re degenerate, the world praises you…”
David Choe
“Thumbs Up: Hitchhiking Across China”
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6/19/13  *** International “School”
It`s REALLY fun to be right in the heart of it,
watching a shitty business crumble into the ground at the foundation….
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TOKYOBOT
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HOW I FEEL LIVING IN JAPAN:
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The Madman by Pablo Picasso
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6/20/13
Instead of filthy air today, the city is permeated with smell of fresh, summer rain on a cool, misty morning……
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6/21/13
Summer Solstice
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Quotes from a genius……
“I love those who can smile in the face of trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection.  `Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.”
“IRON RUSTS FROM DISUSE; WATER LOSES ITS PURITY FROM STAGNATION;
EVEN SO DOES INACTION SAP THE VIGOR OF THE MIND.”
“The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions.”
“I have been impressed with the urgency of DOING.  Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Being willing is not enough; we must DO.”
“Marriage is like putting your hand in a bag of snakes in the hope of pulling out an eel.”
“Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no Art.”
“NOTHING STRENGTHENS AUTHORITY SO MUCH AS SILENCE.”
“Life is pretty simple: you do some stuff.  Most fails.  Some works.  You do more of what works.
If it works big, others copy it.  Then you do something else.  The trick is the doing something else.”
“While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”
“ART IS NEVER FINISHED, ONLY ABANDONED…”
all these are from LEONARDO DA VINCI
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THERE IS NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT
TO MOVE FORWARD INTO NEW WORLDS…
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and now…….
I`M FINISHED…..
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EXILE
 
The exile has crossed the great ocean
and he walks down a lonely road
made just for him.
He has gone very far
from everyone and everything
he has ever known,
as far as it`s possible to get,
really…
He misses the past,
but he knows that it`s gone forever.
“You can`t go back,” he thinks to himself
as he moves through the darkness and the light.
The past cannot be regained;
only relived in one`s own mind.
The robot faces of the strange foreign land
drift by him—expressionless,
lacking all animation and/or emotion.
Walking zeroes, they are,
but he cares not,
for he has no interest in them anyway.
He is content alone with his thoughts—
for they are myriad,
and they continue to flow
through the endless river of time.
He misses his friends,
but sometimes feels as if
he`s been forgotten.
“Outta sight, outta mind,”
isn`t that what they say?
No matter….
He will continue to prosper,
to live his own life,
to have his own adventures,
to go through gateways into new worlds;
whether or not anyone cares,
he will still write the stories…
As he strolls down this quiet road
on a foggy and humid summer night,
next to a sluggish river
with its tired flow,
he thinks deep thoughts, contentedly.
As he fades into the mist,
it is as if
he had never existed at all…
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AND
HE
WAS
NEVER 
HEARD
FROM
AGAIN

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THB3