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  • finished Love at Goon Park, a loose biography on cloth mother enthusiast Harry Harlow. converting images to avif. new years was sparse

    it's good to see that 2024 is going to be the end-of-season finale for humanity. late night episode of abarembo shogun, must've been 15 years since I last saw it. on another show the enshittification of twitter was translated into "sewerification." reasonably sure that I'm done with the schooling page. remembered when the italian-looking tourist shot a dirty look at her son curiously fondling the anime keystraps on my backpack

    things are bad. I need a project. finished a second kimono

    walked 2 hours to higashimurayama. teaching the new guy english. Apparently he was voluntold into sysad. It's been a wild month of news, all of them entertaining and none of them good. Every "Ashihara Hinako dead" tweet has thousands of verified urdu accounts replying with the thumbs up emoji

    It's been a while that I've seen surgery footage on the TV that makes your hands weak. A staggering saturday segment on che guevara's life headed by ozawa yukiyoshi and shingomama. If this aired in the states thousands would start attacking their smart TVs. It seems like after SMAP disbanded (minus that one member) they're going full throttle on whatever they want. shin hissatsu shiokinin, The ED sounds like something from a blaxploitation film.

    snow. Windshield wipers left standing, people walking their dogs in the blizzard. Reading some old man bearbait manga, the author has likely never smelled a hi-lite-smoking late 30's japanese salaryman . Another great オモウマ with the ridiculously shy grocery store owner who feels a thrill from caressing the line between profit and insolvency, handing out free boxes of fruit to customers and marking things down 50% before opening. It must be like those bedtime daydreams about going back in time to feed people. Rap is the bgm for this 400-year old sake brewery commercial. I can't believe Tommy Lee Jones is still doing those Boss coffee ads. A brilliant late-night special on Ainu opposition to dam projects in nibutani.

    penis reveal at 1 million

    Listening to Anita Baker recently. Another trip to nippori. Tomato was dry but the button shop had fish buttons and another had rust brown linen for 1300 yen/m. If i was worldbuilding human civilization keyrings would be a status symbol. Gilded keyrings, codpiece keychains, keyring dowries,

    conversations on the etymology of corn. Another profoundly chaotic food review segment on かりそめ天国. One of the introduced traditional sweets shops is headed by a serious-looking lanky spectacled man who spent 19 years training. He immediately jumps into making dirty jokes with the 2 comedians. He is later graciously given the nickname "arctic seal with an erotic beard"

    up and downs. new houseplant, hop bush. the majority of my caloric intake is from peanuts and caramel, I must be gregnant. finally lapped in nominal GDP by g*rmany, more headlines puffing up how well the stock market is doing and the growing popularity of foreign index funds. American articles talking about tourism here are sounding more like Thailand or Vietnam 10 years ago. a wild news segment on the unification church's tentacles into textbook reform, sex education, portrayals of nuclear energy, and their overall worldmap from internal documents that ends with converting the emperor and establishing itself as the state religion. State surveillance of the church was suspended after abe became PM and the last 6 education ministers have had church ties. Many are pointing out that soka gakkai have already elevated themselves to level 4 of the roadmap.

    Have a routine with retinol and toners and sunscreen and everything now. I've looked about 30 for the last 15 years but this gifted face cream is shocking, fully convinced me. Like any trifling hobby or buttstuff what was previously a binary sensation is sharpened into multipolar perceptions, the wool over your eyes gone. The news is reporting that there's a dire shortage of volunteers in Ishikawa (2700 vs 620,000 during the Hanshin earthquakes) Covid is one given reason but more interestingly media criticism of volunteers is another. Initial very prominent media voices told people to stay home because (supposedly half-assed self-interested) volunteers would suck up local resources for food and board. On some shows it was spun into praise for the JSDF because they're self-sufficient. All of it speaks to the professionalization of aid that local cities are pushing and the hostile heirarchy it fosters, nurses and elderly care workers versus just volunteers. apparently outdoor retailer montbell is distributing clothing and setting up toilets, defying orders from ishikawa prefecture to stay out

    PM's approval rating is 14% which is frankly impressive. Been watching thru hiking videos. Reflecting back on the boyscout handbooks I grew up with the changes are pretty sigificant. external frame packs, distrust of tourniquets, complete lack of water filters, 10 lb welted boots, many things have changed.

    today was productive. reading history of the world in 7 cheap things, mcmafia, secret commandos. bought some leather for a panamka chinstrap. there was some beautiful half-meter batik fabric but it was cotton.

    can't believe I missed auctions listing strawberry panic storyboards. it's so over.

    strange day. oiled my boots and did my taxes. walked back to higashikurume in the rain where I found a PS1 copy of angelique heaven's requiem for 110 yen. I need to buy a PS2 again. watched Onibaba. all the actors have ethnically ambiguous faces, Satō Kei wouldn't look out of place eating lu pulu beside a group of tongan rugby players. My great-grandparents tricked into emigrating to hawaii probably cut sugarcane next to faces like Yoshimura Jitsuko. rewatched woman in the dunes, the villagers' costume design is so good

    can't find the twitter post about the greengreen production employee explaining their job to their parents who then started crying after seeing the OP full of naked women. read second-hand time by svetlana alexievich. wartime, perestroika, august coup, Abkhaz-Georgian conflict, Armenia-Azerbijan conflict, it tells hundreds of individual ground-level recollections about living through history that would otherwise be lost. it's fantastic and some of the anecdotes, if believed, are beyond fiction. The line "life is better now, but more repulsive" echoes the Japanese pre-bubble phrase "our wallets have become richer but our souls impoverished." Today they're firmly paupers in both. The stereotypes are true, russians love books. I should've become an arabist. I need to learn russian and korean.

    rewatching mariasama, I couldn't have remembered it more differently. probably skipped season 1 all those years back. thoroughly srs with not one laugh thrown in, it's like talking with a german. It's structured remarkably like a conventional drama in terms of pacing. There's also male characters, which is just unnecessary.

    remembered that we were at a club cookout and the 9th graders were begging me to eat because I was only grilling. I was having fun grilling. My school jacket smelled like smoke for the next 2 weeks because it rained continuously and they were still installing dryers at the dorms. centipedes longer than unsharpened pencils everywhere. I wore that jacket to the prefectural playoffs a few days after the boston bombings and the cafeteria lady that everyone had a crush on was there.

    I bought a PS2. boys over flowers on the k-drama channel. it's fascinating. watching cherrymaho. it's fascinating.

    wow mariasama rockets from 0 to 100 in episode 11. weaving your hair into each other under the rain is the gayest thing i've ever seen

    making a 4th kimono. Hino Ashihei and Nakamura Tetsu are actually related, it's like if vaisravana and jesus were brothers. back to kakumei zengo, vertical text is easier to read while walking. Curious as to how autobiographical it is and how much hino tries to wash his hands of responsiblity. twitter thinks i'm argentinian

    making compost in my room, I am the precautionary tale that landlords tell while trembling. just learned that tunas are warm-blooded. Tadahito Iguchi on tv looks like an indigenous peruvian

    rather exciting find, a 1989 seiko color tv/alarm the size of a genetically modified grapefruit. importantly it has composite in. can pair it to the DC-2, can loop pigmhall animations on it off the ps2, need a 2.5mm to RCA cable. saw a a boxed sega pico which blasted me back into 2004. was searching for amusingly awful-looking games like ザ・コンビニ, a management sim where you're a convenience store owner or マイホームをつくろう! a housebuilder that looks a few steps up from toying with sketchup. perfect games for drunkenly playing on a huge tv with friends. There was also a jacketless copy of dokodemo issho but I didn't know it requires a pocketstation. niconico playthrough of ouran host club (ps2 in the background while I embroider, you can occasionally hear the uploader get weak at the knees, her voice quaking just a little bit

    the river by higashikurume is beautiful. I want to be around for a little bit more. I bought a cow

    my stack of books is growing stronger. I can hear but not see the mosquitos gangstalking me

    someone in hokkaido brought in a knee mortar round to the city office. everyone is melting down in envy over the taiwanese government's adequate aid to earthquake evacuees while ishikawa residents 4 months in live out of cardboard boxes eating instant meals

    I got gifted this jarred guacamole made in germany and the first ingredient is yogurt. When I bought a 200 yen MOE GUIDE TO THE JAPANESE SELF-DEFENSE FORCES the previous owner's instax print of a lapphund fell out of it. I should've bought that 25lb bronze bust of tito in 2015

    attracting mosquitos to my room for my wolf spider roommate

    a pilgrimage to cloth shops in nippori and nakano broadway on the way back. It's near unrecognizable with used luxury watch stores proliferating like tumors. tacoshe is probably my favorite place on this earth, eyeing hopelessly specific artbooks and zines shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers. a toddler shouted that my kimono was the same color as her tricycle, trailing mom looking slightly embarrassed

    made a neckstrap for the dc-2. working with leather is tough. bought another 3kg bag of EVA glue. just saw a picture of im@s characters prepping seedbeds

    gorgeous day. reunited with the notorious moth-centric photobook MOTHPHILIA.

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