the crunch time is approaching for my japan trip, and my stomach is in knots. of course, since my superiors at my job are aware of my looming vacation, they are heaping work on me and expecting me to finish all of it before i get on the plane. however, all of these troubles seem to go away at five o'clock every day. i'm either strapping on the guitar and ruining my hearing or i'm settling into the couch with a cold hamms and a baseball game.
last night, i saw my friend virgil shaw play a great country-via-marin rock show at the tiny hemlock tavern here in san francisco. tonight i get to watch the cubs, and tomorrow i'm playing music. that's october for you... baseball and rock and roll. as typical as breathing. i am an incurable and nothing else behaves like me.
but japan hovers. i have thoughts of strange pronounciations, tasty sake, and rare vinyl. my only plans so far are to meet my nephew, to go record shopping, and to visit the suntory distillery. speaking with my mom today, i got some helpful tips on the best place to buy tequila (the duty free shop) and the most effective way to stare down the racist old ladies who gawk at white people (diligently). the best part is, i really need the vacation. chalk it up to timing.
i will be filing regular reports on my progress while i'm there. not so much a travel diary as an excersize in observation. i will also be taking photos like a mad man because i really need a new portrait for my friendster profile. i will be posting entries every day. i'm not going to be checking google news or constantly hitting refresh at redsox.com, so i should be able to spend the time doing what this whole site was set up for: writing.
until then, i have some thoroughly boring marketing materials to generate. i think i'll put on a song about baseball and disappear for a while. and remember... for good times, make it suntory time!
Posted by snackfight at October 15, 2003 04:53 PM