A Happy New Year To Alll Our Readers
Jan. 1st, 2005 10:34 amI overslept by an hour- I guess that's traditional- but I wasn't late to bed. I stood at the upstairs window and watched the fireworks and then- at about five past midnight- turned in.
2005 already. It only seems moments ago that we were counting up to the millennium.
I've been noticing this recently - how I'll call up a memory and it'll seem like something I've only just done. For instance, I was packing up the Christmas tree decorations yesterday and I thought, hey, why am I doing this again so soon?
It's like we can fold time like paper. The present moment and the remembered moment touch and the time between is off to one side- disregarded.
I spent the dying minutes of the old year watching a couple of minor celebs get transformed- by the magic of prosthetics- into persons of the opposite sex. At the end of the process they looked like burns victims who had had their faces patched up with skin off their backsides- distinctly weird. They then had to go speed dating and fool a room full of people. I guess the
moral is that speed daters don't look too hard at the people sitting opposite.
2005 already. It only seems moments ago that we were counting up to the millennium.
I've been noticing this recently - how I'll call up a memory and it'll seem like something I've only just done. For instance, I was packing up the Christmas tree decorations yesterday and I thought, hey, why am I doing this again so soon?
It's like we can fold time like paper. The present moment and the remembered moment touch and the time between is off to one side- disregarded.
I spent the dying minutes of the old year watching a couple of minor celebs get transformed- by the magic of prosthetics- into persons of the opposite sex. At the end of the process they looked like burns victims who had had their faces patched up with skin off their backsides- distinctly weird. They then had to go speed dating and fool a room full of people. I guess the
moral is that speed daters don't look too hard at the people sitting opposite.
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Date: 2005-01-02 07:03 am (UTC)yeah- weird.
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Date: 2005-01-02 07:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-02 07:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-02 08:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-02 07:47 am (UTC)On the bus from Narita, their eyes were SO BIG. I felt like I was visiting Boston. Not that it really felt like Boston, but because it felt vaguely familiar, like Boston does. (I used to visit friends there several times/year, but haven't been for a long time.)
It was so exotic to my students and felt so normal to me, I was sad to be so jaded.
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Date: 2005-01-05 05:03 am (UTC)hmm.
it never did, really. not in that kind of way. and in the meantime? it's just been getting more familiar. just another place to live.
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Date: 2005-01-05 05:22 am (UTC)I spent two weeks walking the Nakasendo (the inland road from Tokyo to Kyoto), and that certainly gave me a taste of true isolation.