Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I was supposed to be on the bus right now, en route to a plane that would fly me and the rest of the cast to Hyogo.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
It's 5 am, or close enough anyway, and I am still awake.
I think I drank my weight in water today.
And I wish you could really see the size of the room from this pic, but you can't.
I guess the max is supposed to be about 40 people for the place, but I would say there was closer to 60 of us all mashed together, trying not to sweat.
Friday, August 28, 2009
So some of the things that are lost in translation over here I just find hilarious.
So that's for Josh, my brother who loves the Cowboys.
Cause I ate one of those bad boys tonight.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
There were gondolas, too, but by this point it was past 10 o'clock and we were all getting gently and magically encouraged to please leave, arogoto gunzymos!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I think that I just drank whole milk in my cereal for the first time in a long time. I cannot be absolutely positive, but it seemed thicker in substance. The only thing I can be sure of in the case of this milk is that it is indeed
There were these rocks that were supposed to massage your feet, but really they just reminded me of walking on my parents' gravel lane without shoes on. Since I lived there and basically did that all the time, I was pretty used to the feeling. Not so much with my friends.
And while we were waiting for the next main attraction, we sat down for a bit and just enjoyed the beauty of the night air and our feet in the warm water.
But finally here was what we were all waiting for.
And literally, my feet were covered in swarms of them. Not even just my feet, either; these suckers (literally!) were climbing right up to my calves to get some decent dead skin to eat.
Oh, and the jokes were hilarious.
But really, it was so cool. And it felt really good. And my feet and calves are now silky smooth, thanks to those crazy fishies.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Irritating is when you get home from your eighth show of the week and the most creative thing you can think to do in terms of resting is laying in your freshly made bed complete with newly changed linens, thanks to the lovely maids at your hotel. You lay down for maybe a half hour or so and get up only to be sticking to the blanket. You pat the back of one of your favorite white summer dresses and find that neon green gum has not only stuck to your blankets and pillow, but is now sticking to the back of your dress, thanks to those lovely maids at your hotel.
And that's when you close your eyes and try to find that flickering light within called your soul. You encourage it, you bring it to places in which it will flourish, and you Let Go of all of that other stuff that does you no good.
You hold on to the threads of truth and hope to God you didn't grab onto a misconception by accident. Cause those never hold so strong.
Something solid and strong can look like just a pillar of cloud when really, it's the tallest, the widest, the oldest, the best foundation.
And no, it's not the ordinary mountain that seems to be the subject here, it's the obscured shadowy looking substance behind it. And though it doesn't look like it's there so much, it's just as big and impressive and as volcanic whether we see it or not.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I think that it's better to just be introduced as pretty normal.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
I am so tired.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Drew and I have a new rule that involves computers and bathing.
We even got to sit in a private room, the same one where President W himself sat when he dined there. And after enjoying seaweed salad, tofu, various skewers laden with meet, tomatoes wrapped in bacon, some sort of fish flake and potato concoction, and ice cream inundated with unidentified gelatinous cubes, we called it a night.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I have been thinking about this for a while.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I just wanted to give you a glimpse of the throngs of people I fight through every day to get to work.
With the exception, of course, of the Rocky Mountains that surround the Rockies Stadium.
Monday, August 17, 2009
I am pretty sure pigeons haven't mastered how to run credit card machines.
I jumped right in, hoping I didn't offend anyone in the process.
At 755 years old, he's looking quite good for his age, don't you think? Must be all that meditation. And really, 755 years old? That means he was built in the year 1255, before the start of the Hundred Years War between England and France, before King Louis the 14th established a national ballet company, and way before 13 colonies decided to band together and start their own thing, throwing off England's reach from across the pond once and for all.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Once I went to Africa.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
While doing a publicity event today, I was fed a boxed lunch.
Friday, August 14, 2009
There's something that I find quite disconcerting, performing here in Tokyo.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Okay first, don't be jealous, but there's something I have to tell you.
I tried it and so far, so good.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Ah. Another opening night.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
So, we set out for a bit of adventure today...But wait. Stop. First, let me tell you about the earthquake that woke me up at 5am this morning. Being asleep and all at the onset, I wasn't exactly at my sharpest when I first started consciously thinking.
Ritz crackers and Evian water are the universal language that translates quite nicely into S-N-A-C-K no matter what part of the globe you inhabit.
At least candy is what they said it was. Having only Japanese writing on it, there was really no way for us to tell what it was, but given how closely it smelled like something that crawled out of the ocean as well as the cat face it sported, we decided it might actually be a cat treat and left it alone.
And by we I mean smart people who actually figured out where we needed to get on and off while Brandon and I wandered behind, happy to follow and lost in our conversation.
And encourage rude, clueless teenagers to get off their seats and do the same.
It was pretty tall though, so there's that. We could look for miles and miles and still not see the end of Tokyo, this city is that big.
After the tower, we went to a nearby temple and graveyard.
You may find it strange and morbid, but I love graveyards. I think the care and attention to detail in the burial of their loved ones is a special and telling part of every culture: we all love and miss our family, our friends, the people who create home for us.
But I am not sure that cats have the same sense of propriety. At least this one found nothing whatsoever wrong about catching a midday nap on this gravesite.
Too bad I didn't save one of those could-be-candy-but-is-probably-a-cat-treat for this kitty.
And I loved the look of these two swans.
Doing what swans should do and not at all confused or doubting their calling. A lot of us could learn from this, I think.