Well, let me explain. I did not mean to buy another bag. The same, big and colorful kind, the one big enough to house all my books and cameras, although I swear I did not have a yellow bag yet.No one has a yellow bag like this. It’s just too cute, besides, the shop only makes less than half a dozen in the same style. Their only shop that sells women stuffs is in my neighborhood. The shop attracts me like a magnet, or a flower that attracts bees in the neighborhood. Everything in the shop is original, peculiar, and crafty. Like the hook I got (below) together with the bag. I started reading Thomas Pynchon’s Against the Day last night. Without doubt, it…
knitting and slow life in Kyoto
Posts from the “**ENGLISH**” Category
I am taking an eCourse called Unraveling this spring. (You can find the banner and the link on the right hand side –> … um, a little down there. )It’s a course designed by an UK photographer Susannah Conway. If you are a female (it’s a women-only course) and moderately comfortable in writing in English, I highly recommend it.The course is not about taking an amazing photograph, but more about rediscovering yourself and gaining a new way of seeing yourself and your surroundings. Each week, we receive photography and writing assignments, but both are for ourselves, rather than showing them off to the world.People are taking this course literally from all over the world. Everyone has a deep well of amazing stories – made…
Categories: **ENGLISH**, 2. Diary
I stumbled upon this quote through “StumbleUpon” (how did they know I am into quotes these days?) and thought it’s a perfect description of this weekend. So, I went to this performing art event, one of which performers was a friend of mine. He shoots films and takes photos, so performing was new to him. On the other hand, watching such performing art was completely new to me. In some instances, I didn’t know whether I should laugh, stay put, or respond to the performances. For me, the whole interactions of people, among the performers, and between the performers and the audiences, were intriguing and interesting. Today, I went to watch Never Let Me Go with a good friend. The movie was truly and…
I got myself a new lens. It’s not an automatic focus one, but the light is great. Loving it.Last night’s post helped me sleep, but I hated reading it this morning, so wanted to add something as soon as I can.A long time friend invited me to his performance tonight, and I am going. Can’t wait. See the light?
A weird day, it was.I guess today was one of the top 10 weird and bad days since I have grown up. Things are becoming weirder and weirder, and for this reason, I hate being a grown-up and getting older. Wrinkles and pains and all that are ok with me so far.I was going to write all about it, and sure I can, but then I am really making an effort to make this blog a positive space, so I won’t. But let me just say one sentence – I just happened to discover a weirdest thing about my ex-boyfriend and it annoys me so much.When you find out who you thought your trusted friend to be lacking dignity, it is the worst thing…
A relative’s warehouse Ohagi (Japanese sweet) and green tea Shot of the ground I was standing on, pretty. A sweet shop in town A saki brewery Spring was already there A family shrine? Love the texture of rust and decay Dangling like a jewelry… An old warehouse, black and white Pieces of old roof tiles Lovely leaves the End
Categories: **ENGLISH**, 10. Travel
Not sure why I waited until last Sunday to watch it. I knew it would be a wonderful film, and yes it was, but it was beyond my expectation. Actors were all very charming, I am a big fan of all of them – Colin Firth, Jefery Rush, Helena Bonham Carter (except for her role in Harry Potter series – too good that she’s too scary). I discovered that I love drawing people. People as a subject is very tricky. Harder than landscape or flowers, in which you really don’t have to draw exactly as they are. You can add a petal or two, a house or 10 houses, and no one will notice. It’s easy to notice the difference between the picture…
I wrote last Friday that I would post more photos from the last trip, but I have been suffering from heavy headache since then, and have not had an energy to edit more images.I seem to have caught a cold, for I felt hot and cold and hot, repeatedly throughout today, and now again cold. Slight fever. It’s been unusually cold in Japan this year, so my mental (feeling spring) and physique (still feeling cold) are in a hard debate whether this is almost April or not. But, some images of my drawings I can post. I can’t stop to draw these days. Knitting projects in a basket are screaming for more attention… I watched the Untouchables for the second time, the first time…
Some photos from my last trip to my mother’s hometown. I wanted to stay there longer…much, much longer. Spring was a perfect time of the year to walk around the houses, out of the village, into the mountain. The wildness of weeds, vines, tall grasses, branches – intoxicating. I need a better lens. More narratives and photos to come, perhaps in the next few days.
不安と責任感、楽観と諦めの間を揺れ動く毎日ですが、この本が心のお供をしてくれています。ロバート・ハリスさんの独自のセレクション、説教くさい普通のアフォリズムの本（やウェブサイトを私は良く見る）に比べ、惹きこまれるものばかりです。大プッシュ。 We are all in the gutter,but some of us are looking at the stars.Oscar Wilde I must start all over again. I must go down into the earth, naked, once more.Somewhere, beneath an open sky, I must find at last what I am seeking.Vincent Van Gogh I wish there was an English version of this book. The book on Aphorism, written by a Japanese writer / radio personality, Robert Harris(half Japanese by birth, and I don’t know where the other half he belongs to).He spent most of his life as sort of an outcast, traveled all over the world, and experienced everything from (a lot of ) bad to good. His view is full of whit, cynicism, yet warm.A great, great book, keeping…
Sparkles*United 