søndag 30. mars 2008
conversations
scenario 1;
genji, former intern at bow-wow, and me.
outside the restaurant we usually eat dinner when we work late.
waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
me; ok, people the light turned green..lets go.
genji; in japan we say the light turn blue.
me; but the color is green...
genji; yes, but we say blue.
scenario 2;
satoh; employee at H.I.S; highest international standard travelagency, and me.
satoh; ok, going to beijing..china?
me; yes..china
satoh; let me see..one minute
me; ok
satoh; ok, we have flight. it is unknown carrier, if chinese...little danger...hihi
me; little danger?
satoh; yes, not so safe.
me:....ok...
satoh leans over the table
satoh; but I give you secret, this flight...JAL, safe...japanese...you know?
me; yes..
I think I bought the ticket, but I`m not entirely sure.
scenario 3;
yesterday at a club in shibuya, plug
a guy I`ve met once before at a punk venue somewhere in tokyo, he always wear yellow raybans, and me.
guy; hi!
me; hi!
guy gives me his sunglasses, I put them on.
guy; hi!
me; hi!
guy; I like you.
genji, former intern at bow-wow, and me.
outside the restaurant we usually eat dinner when we work late.
waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
me; ok, people the light turned green..lets go.
genji; in japan we say the light turn blue.
me; but the color is green...
genji; yes, but we say blue.
scenario 2;
satoh; employee at H.I.S; highest international standard travelagency, and me.
satoh; ok, going to beijing..china?
me; yes..china
satoh; let me see..one minute
me; ok
satoh; ok, we have flight. it is unknown carrier, if chinese...little danger...hihi
me; little danger?
satoh; yes, not so safe.
me:....ok...
satoh leans over the table
satoh; but I give you secret, this flight...JAL, safe...japanese...you know?
me; yes..
I think I bought the ticket, but I`m not entirely sure.
scenario 3;
yesterday at a club in shibuya, plug
a guy I`ve met once before at a punk venue somewhere in tokyo, he always wear yellow raybans, and me.
guy; hi!
me; hi!
guy gives me his sunglasses, I put them on.
guy; hi!
me; hi!
guy; I like you.
torsdag 27. mars 2008
pecha kucha
yesterday i left work earlier than usual and went to my first pecha kucha event ever, together with the norwegian crew.
I thought pecha kucha was a place where people presented architecture or a topic related to architecture, this was not the case. people presented all kinds of themes.
a rather hyperactive girl talked about her trip to cambodia, while speaking she sort off danced around.
not in a choreographed way, but more jumping and doing small steps. she spoke in both japanese and english, and I noticed that she danced more when she was japanese. my conclusion is that japanese affects your behaviour.
a japanese guy talked about public baths, from what I could comprehend from the slides, distgusting public baths with old soggy men present.
another guy had chosen food porn as subject...I think what he really wanted to talk about was ordinary porn.
every time a new slide came up, he said something like this:
meat, meat should be as red and juicy as possible...just as in ordinary porn.
close up, close ups give more flavor to the shoot...just as in ordinary porn.
sexy lighting, sexy lighting gives the food new and unexpected shapes...just as in ordinary porn.
moisture. moisture is sex...I love the word..just as in ordinary porn.
I bet he had this soundtrack and vision playing in his mind the hole lecture;
"the carpenter, vol. 3" scene 1, shoot 26;
hai, ich bin hr swart.
haben zie ein plumbingproblemen in da kitchen gehaben?
ja, hr swart.
ich has.
ich will habe ein look in das pipe, frau schindel
nada worriez, madame.
letz das stairs geclimbed.
then there was this guy from MAD, but he also spoke japanese..and I didn`t like his skyscrapers.
pretty much turned and squeezed torsos, voila!
but then there was a guy, he spoke english and he talked about themeparks!
hilarious themeparks! like; the jesus themepark, the stalinpark, the inflatable disasterpark, the fakeparispark etc.
this was probably the best feature during the three hours the event lasted. you should google it!
he also showed a picture from bonbon land in denmark. there they have a huge plastic elephant, with a slide coming out of its ass. he explained it as danish humour.
something absurd happened last night as well.
two girls came up to me and asked if I spoke english.
then one of them started to tell me about her brother and his career as a t-shirt designer,
the speech ended with the question;
will you consider being a model for him?
do you have a card?
( as a matter of fact I do! I made myself three businesscards!)
I gave her my card, and she gave me hers..le style de japon, and she would contact me to schedule where and when.
as if. a huge norwegian girl in tiny japanese t-shirts?
new subject;
lately I`ve been happy and I can`t explain why.
the odds are in the advantage of unhappy;
all my close friends and family are far far away
I`m totally bored at work
I`m not in love
I`m next to broke
I get the impression that my colleagues thinks I`m crazyweird
I talk maybe 10 % of the amount I`m used to..I don`t talk that much
maybe tokyo makes people happy, just by being tokyo.
today we ate lunch outside by the jr-tracks beneath cherry blossom trees.
sakura/hanami has arrived!!
weather report;
sunny and approximately 17 degrees celsius.
I thought pecha kucha was a place where people presented architecture or a topic related to architecture, this was not the case. people presented all kinds of themes.
a rather hyperactive girl talked about her trip to cambodia, while speaking she sort off danced around.
not in a choreographed way, but more jumping and doing small steps. she spoke in both japanese and english, and I noticed that she danced more when she was japanese. my conclusion is that japanese affects your behaviour.
a japanese guy talked about public baths, from what I could comprehend from the slides, distgusting public baths with old soggy men present.
another guy had chosen food porn as subject...I think what he really wanted to talk about was ordinary porn.
every time a new slide came up, he said something like this:
meat, meat should be as red and juicy as possible...just as in ordinary porn.
close up, close ups give more flavor to the shoot...just as in ordinary porn.
sexy lighting, sexy lighting gives the food new and unexpected shapes...just as in ordinary porn.
moisture. moisture is sex...I love the word..just as in ordinary porn.
I bet he had this soundtrack and vision playing in his mind the hole lecture;
"the carpenter, vol. 3" scene 1, shoot 26;
hai, ich bin hr swart.
haben zie ein plumbingproblemen in da kitchen gehaben?
ja, hr swart.
ich has.
ich will habe ein look in das pipe, frau schindel
nada worriez, madame.
letz das stairs geclimbed.
then there was this guy from MAD, but he also spoke japanese..and I didn`t like his skyscrapers.
pretty much turned and squeezed torsos, voila!
but then there was a guy, he spoke english and he talked about themeparks!
hilarious themeparks! like; the jesus themepark, the stalinpark, the inflatable disasterpark, the fakeparispark etc.
this was probably the best feature during the three hours the event lasted. you should google it!
he also showed a picture from bonbon land in denmark. there they have a huge plastic elephant, with a slide coming out of its ass. he explained it as danish humour.
something absurd happened last night as well.
two girls came up to me and asked if I spoke english.
then one of them started to tell me about her brother and his career as a t-shirt designer,
the speech ended with the question;
will you consider being a model for him?
do you have a card?
( as a matter of fact I do! I made myself three businesscards!)
I gave her my card, and she gave me hers..le style de japon, and she would contact me to schedule where and when.
as if. a huge norwegian girl in tiny japanese t-shirts?
new subject;
lately I`ve been happy and I can`t explain why.
the odds are in the advantage of unhappy;
all my close friends and family are far far away
I`m totally bored at work
I`m not in love
I`m next to broke
I get the impression that my colleagues thinks I`m crazyweird
I talk maybe 10 % of the amount I`m used to..I don`t talk that much
maybe tokyo makes people happy, just by being tokyo.
today we ate lunch outside by the jr-tracks beneath cherry blossom trees.
sakura/hanami has arrived!!
weather report;
sunny and approximately 17 degrees celsius.
mandag 24. mars 2008
burkapigeon
this is a pigeon in a burka.a topic that came up in a conversation around the lunchtable at NL_Architects.
I don`t remember why we talked about pigeons.
but I promised troels I would photoshop the image and here you have it.
a local yokohamian pigeon in a burka, not something you see everyday.
søndag 23. mars 2008
yokohama
friday went by with extreme pain behind my eyes, so bad in fact that I almost puked.
in the end I had to take an orange pill. I don`t like pills, they look suspicious and have names that don`t give any sence. the only good thing about migraine, is that it`s a cheap way of spending your time, laying in bed is free, you don`t have to pay covercharge or drinks and since darkness is prefered the electricbill become small.
saturday I went to yokohama with inga and alex.
yokohama:
I saw my first pigeon in japan
I saw my first gay couple in japan
I saw my first clown in japan
I went up in the highest building in japan (70 floors), ugly piece of architecture
I took a ride with the fastest elevator in the world (45 km/h)
I took a ride with the only rollercoaster in the world that dives into water, "diving coaster vanish!"
I went to the biggest chinatown outside china
I went to foreign office architects` international port terminal
I saw two old buildings, they`ve survived earthquakes and a war
yokohama got it all.
after dinner we returned to tokyo and went to the golden guy area for some drinks.
then...karaoke! an unexpected casual experience with insane wallpaper and smelly toilets.
today I met kaori in asakusa, a densely packed tourist area, both japanese and foreigners.
they go there because of a famous tempel, I don`t remember the name. here we took a breath of incense and tossed a coin towards the shrine. then we headed for harajuku. at shinjuku station a ladyvoice informed us that there had been an accident at ebisu station, and that the train was delayed. these "accidents" are often people throwing them self in front of trains. inga told me that most people commit suicide on the sobu line, because this line has the cheapest fine for the left behind family to pay. ironic, sobu line is yellow. the cheap color..like the norwegian supermarket, "bunnpris" (directly translated; rock bottom price). if you choose an expensive line, the family might end up pay off until they die of natural causes.
alex told me that there are 5,5 million vending machines in tokyo.
that`s 1 million more than the entire population of norway. lets say each vending machine contains 70 bottles.
5,5 million x 70 = 385 million bottles...a lot of drinks.
I don`t know how many I`ve bought so far, but I guess I`m not close to 385 million.
in the end I had to take an orange pill. I don`t like pills, they look suspicious and have names that don`t give any sence. the only good thing about migraine, is that it`s a cheap way of spending your time, laying in bed is free, you don`t have to pay covercharge or drinks and since darkness is prefered the electricbill become small.
saturday I went to yokohama with inga and alex.
yokohama:
I saw my first pigeon in japan
I saw my first gay couple in japan
I saw my first clown in japan
I went up in the highest building in japan (70 floors), ugly piece of architecture
I took a ride with the fastest elevator in the world (45 km/h)
I took a ride with the only rollercoaster in the world that dives into water, "diving coaster vanish!"
I went to the biggest chinatown outside china
I went to foreign office architects` international port terminal
I saw two old buildings, they`ve survived earthquakes and a war
yokohama got it all.
after dinner we returned to tokyo and went to the golden guy area for some drinks.
then...karaoke! an unexpected casual experience with insane wallpaper and smelly toilets.
today I met kaori in asakusa, a densely packed tourist area, both japanese and foreigners.
they go there because of a famous tempel, I don`t remember the name. here we took a breath of incense and tossed a coin towards the shrine. then we headed for harajuku. at shinjuku station a ladyvoice informed us that there had been an accident at ebisu station, and that the train was delayed. these "accidents" are often people throwing them self in front of trains. inga told me that most people commit suicide on the sobu line, because this line has the cheapest fine for the left behind family to pay. ironic, sobu line is yellow. the cheap color..like the norwegian supermarket, "bunnpris" (directly translated; rock bottom price). if you choose an expensive line, the family might end up pay off until they die of natural causes.
alex told me that there are 5,5 million vending machines in tokyo.
that`s 1 million more than the entire population of norway. lets say each vending machine contains 70 bottles.
5,5 million x 70 = 385 million bottles...a lot of drinks.
I don`t know how many I`ve bought so far, but I guess I`m not close to 385 million.
onsdag 19. mars 2008
useless information
someone told me that they don`t sell deodorants in this country.
what kind of country would do that to its inhabitants? is it punishment for something?
this piece of information kind of freaked me out, my deodorant brought along from norway is soon to be empty.
so I started a deodorant-hunt. I went to different stores and examined all the shelves, and since I don`t read japanese I had to analyse the bottles that might contain something in the deodorant familybusiness. but the results were always the same; negative. every item turned out to be make-up remover, shaving cream, facewash etc.
I felt the panic lurking in the back of my mind. what to do? no deodorant for several months? not an option.
one evening I went to my local coop store to buy yogurt, apples, bananas, walnuts and cereal, in other words, breakfast...and sometimes dinner..oioi. in this store they play music from hidden speakers, they play all sorts of tunes. easy jazz, heavy metal, radiohits both english and japanese, and other stuff. while listening to a jazztune I decided to check if coop was the kind of store that distribute deodorants. and guess what, they are. they have one single brand called; roll-on ban deodorant, anti-perspirant lion. it looks like something barbie would have bought in the 1970`s. it`s small, and the content is pink. hope it`s working..30 years after being produced.
next to the deodorant I found a toothpaste from the same brand and decade, and I thought why not.
lets go oldschool.
I`ve started a heathier life.
monday 8am: jogging
tuesday 8am: yoga
wednesday 8 am: I couldn`t move...all my muscles were aching, and not just one part of my body, but the entire thing. my legs, my arms, my back, my stomach, my ass..wasn`t that bad actually, my shoulders, my neck. I had to roll out of bed like an old lady and I hardly made it down the stairs to the shower. so I thought I might take a day off the nora`s program of exercise.
thursday 9am (it`s a holiday, come on): yoga
today is a holiday in japan, the reason is that day and night have the same amount of hours. which I think is a good reason. but it`s raining, and I only have one pair of shoes, converse. this leaves me with one opportunity to exit the house, with dry shoes at least. therefore I have to plan my day carefully, or buy a second pair of shoes...not a bad idea.
tirsdag 18. mars 2008
sunday and more
sunday, alex, inga and I went for a walk in yoyogi park.
on sundays crazy people, music people (different categories), dancing people (all sorts of dancing; elvis style, hiphop, britney spears style, tap dance, hackysack dance, this one looks similar to the riverdance, but it`s not), old people, young people, dogs, colorful clothing people etc. visit the park, and they hang out. approximately 50 percent play badminton, unless they are dancing or play some sort of instrument, or drinking beer. the drinking beer activity can be combined with any of the above. it was obvious that we were amateurs, we had no beers, no badminton, no colorful clothes, no instrument, no funky moves and no tarp, so we had to sit directly on the grass...embarrassing indeed.
next time, we will be well prepared.
after visiting the park, we took a walk down omontesando, towards shibuya. on the way, we saw a queue of women and girls, but the queue was leading to nothing, so basically these females were standing in line for no reason at all.
maybe it is a way to socialise. when you have no place to go, you just line up on the sidewalk, and talk for a couple of hours/minutes, before you continue to other business.
on saturday kei from work had a party at his funky, but cold concrete house in roppongi.
inga, alex, tino ( a german guy visiting a friend at sakura house) and I went. tino managed to spit a piece of banana with blueberry jam, on a japanese lady wearing a beige jacket. i can visually reexperience the scene; piece of banana coming out of mouth in slow motion, woman glance at the piece, big eyes, then impact on light fabric. appologies enter the scene, but that`s not so funny. I left the room.
in the taxi back home we laughed the entire trip, except tino. but no one remember why.
by the way, to all the girls and/or gay guys out there, searching for the most beautiful man on planet earth.
buy a ticket to tokyo, the guy has been observed in the area of shinanomachi, twice.
he`s a bicycle delivery man, but he doesn`t wear that ridicolous biking outfit.
on sundays crazy people, music people (different categories), dancing people (all sorts of dancing; elvis style, hiphop, britney spears style, tap dance, hackysack dance, this one looks similar to the riverdance, but it`s not), old people, young people, dogs, colorful clothing people etc. visit the park, and they hang out. approximately 50 percent play badminton, unless they are dancing or play some sort of instrument, or drinking beer. the drinking beer activity can be combined with any of the above. it was obvious that we were amateurs, we had no beers, no badminton, no colorful clothes, no instrument, no funky moves and no tarp, so we had to sit directly on the grass...embarrassing indeed.
next time, we will be well prepared.
after visiting the park, we took a walk down omontesando, towards shibuya. on the way, we saw a queue of women and girls, but the queue was leading to nothing, so basically these females were standing in line for no reason at all.
maybe it is a way to socialise. when you have no place to go, you just line up on the sidewalk, and talk for a couple of hours/minutes, before you continue to other business.
on saturday kei from work had a party at his funky, but cold concrete house in roppongi.
inga, alex, tino ( a german guy visiting a friend at sakura house) and I went. tino managed to spit a piece of banana with blueberry jam, on a japanese lady wearing a beige jacket. i can visually reexperience the scene; piece of banana coming out of mouth in slow motion, woman glance at the piece, big eyes, then impact on light fabric. appologies enter the scene, but that`s not so funny. I left the room.
in the taxi back home we laughed the entire trip, except tino. but no one remember why.
by the way, to all the girls and/or gay guys out there, searching for the most beautiful man on planet earth.
buy a ticket to tokyo, the guy has been observed in the area of shinanomachi, twice.
he`s a bicycle delivery man, but he doesn`t wear that ridicolous biking outfit.
mandag 17. mars 2008
text
I finally visited Mori Tower, the view was something spectacular.
I must say...tokyo is a size large, very big size as they would say at marc jacobs.
the elevator up to 52 floor was an express, and the ride lasted 10 seconds. they practise the same manoeuvre in the elevator as they do on the subway; squeeze people in, close the doors and then pary a little prayer. somehow it always turns out fine, no dead people.
my life in tokyo is pretty unproblematic, the money keep coming out of the atm, I go to work, I go home from work.
my TO DO-list is relaxing times;
bar on top of high building
mail kaori
golfing in meguro
party
metro. government building
gallery MA
cut my hair; looks like the bloody comedian from stavanger...the guy with glasses..not good, nora..not good
karaoke
clubbing
omontesando
shop shop
tinobloess@ (sensur)
suntory times, I must say.
this is next to perfect.
the last couple of days, I`ve been listening to sentimental songs and thinking about people back home. which is quite nice actually. I`ve also been google earthed amsterdam, and followed my way to work with the little hand on the screen, like; I`m leaving my house, take a look to the other side of the canal to check if the whore is working morningshift, get on my bike, turn right, smell the smell of marhiuana and french fries, pass the damsquare, enter the area with heren, keizer and prinsengracht, turn right, pass anne frank museum, wonder how they manage to keep the spirit up when the queue is 200 m long, cross the bridge...ok, you get the picture. when I did this I thought to myself; nora, you freak.
but anyway, amsterdam looks good from above.
I have to go to bed now.
shit.
one more thing, miracles do happen.
today I went jogging in the park. well, it turned out that the park i found wasn`t a park, but a tempelforest, so I had to run in the area of harajuku. but then I came to yoyogi, and in yoyogi park you`re allowed to run. all this happened before breakfast...crazy. tomorrow I`m going to practise yoga. before breakfast.
good night, and good luck.
I must say...tokyo is a size large, very big size as they would say at marc jacobs.
the elevator up to 52 floor was an express, and the ride lasted 10 seconds. they practise the same manoeuvre in the elevator as they do on the subway; squeeze people in, close the doors and then pary a little prayer. somehow it always turns out fine, no dead people.
my life in tokyo is pretty unproblematic, the money keep coming out of the atm, I go to work, I go home from work.
my TO DO-list is relaxing times;
bar on top of high building
mail kaori
golfing in meguro
party
metro. government building
gallery MA
cut my hair; looks like the bloody comedian from stavanger...the guy with glasses..not good, nora..not good
karaoke
clubbing
omontesando
shop shop
tinobloess@ (sensur)
suntory times, I must say.
this is next to perfect.
the last couple of days, I`ve been listening to sentimental songs and thinking about people back home. which is quite nice actually. I`ve also been google earthed amsterdam, and followed my way to work with the little hand on the screen, like; I`m leaving my house, take a look to the other side of the canal to check if the whore is working morningshift, get on my bike, turn right, smell the smell of marhiuana and french fries, pass the damsquare, enter the area with heren, keizer and prinsengracht, turn right, pass anne frank museum, wonder how they manage to keep the spirit up when the queue is 200 m long, cross the bridge...ok, you get the picture. when I did this I thought to myself; nora, you freak.
but anyway, amsterdam looks good from above.
I have to go to bed now.
shit.
one more thing, miracles do happen.
today I went jogging in the park. well, it turned out that the park i found wasn`t a park, but a tempelforest, so I had to run in the area of harajuku. but then I came to yoyogi, and in yoyogi park you`re allowed to run. all this happened before breakfast...crazy. tomorrow I`m going to practise yoga. before breakfast.
good night, and good luck.
mandag 10. mars 2008
weekend
one thing`s for sure, it`s hard living with a clubphotographer.
and even harder when it turns out that the girl havn`t suffered from hangover in five years.
that`s pretty much utopia for me. I havn`t had a weekend without hangover in five years, even if I`m not drinking.
I`m not sure I`ve told you, sanna from sweden is living on a mattress in my room. the mattress is the same size as my floorspace, so we can hardly open the door. anyway, the weekend started with a night out together with alex and inger marit, two really fun girls form norway. both students at aarhus school of architecture like me, and they stay at the same sakura house, so we`re neighbours. we ended up at shinjuku drinking beers at different bars.
that`s most likely why saturday wasn`t top dollar in the head department. still sanna and I went for a walk, a walk that turned out to be NY style. I`ve learned that even though you can see the skyscraper from your room, doesn`t mean that it`s close by. on the way we spent some time in fancy stores looking at expensive clothes and expensive architecture. both looked good..well not everything. the dior building would be amazing if it was the marc jacobs building, the clothes ruined the interior design.
when we finally got to the skyscraper, mori tower, you had to pay to get up.
sanna didn`t want to pay, so we walked back towards harajuku and a cafe we know with a english menu.
you have to walk long distances to find an english menu in this town. at this piont, I was pretty fed up by the situation, and the mood didn`t get better by the fact that I was hungry...but I managed to answer sanna with sounds like; hmm...aaah..ok...oi, on the way back. and I was very determined not to make a nora-is-hungry-as-hell-scene.
a scene that I guess quite a few of you have experienced...yeah..sorry.
that evening I prepared myself to a quiet night at home, but sanna had a different plan.
I ended up at a "punk" venue in a basement somewhere in tokyo, then later on I found myself at a club called the warehouse. at the warehouse they had a ipod-battle-event, which basically means to cut the songs after 1 1/2 minute. stupid idea...not attending a ipod battle again. the place also spiced up the experience with some poledancers in small bikinis on a podium, one of the dancers had pretty much the entire ass outside her pinks panties...hothothot!
that night we drove a lot of taxi, and as usual we went for some shopping at the convini as people call it, before returning home.
sunday came as expected with a constant reminder of the consumed amount of alcohol.
then I did the strangest thing I`ve ever done on a hangoversunday, it started out as a normal walk around the block,
but ended up as shopping for running shoes...so now I have a couple of brand new running shoes in my closet.
funky. in the evening I went for my second walk that day, and a found a park.
so, the only thing that`s missing, is me wearing the shoes..outside..at a good pace..in the park.
new subject;
the other day at work, cutting cardboard with great consentration, daydreaming about my future in architecture,
(I always daydream when I`m making models, guess it`s because the brainactivity you need to cut cardboard is in fact not tremendous.) I suddenly see from the corner of my eye something big and black move...a b-i-g bug.
to be more precise...a cockroach. less than 40 cm from my foot! halleluja, and it was walking away from me..that`s probably the worst part. I can only imagine how close it had been before I saw it. all I managed to say was; bug. but no one heard me, they all wear headsets and listen to music. a little louder; bug! and then taka looks up and see the creature. all he does is reach for the glue remover, gives the thing a good spray and sends it into a serious intoxication. glue remover is pure alcohol. the legs kicked the air for a couple of seconds before the bug froze. then taka went back to his desk and left the cockroach rest by my feet. they told me that the office rule in situations like this, was that whoever sitting at the desk where the bug took its last conscious breath had to remove it. obviously I disagreed strongly to this irrational rule, removing bugs is not a feminine action. finally simon took a piece of paper and threw it out. then someone mumbled; you know it`s just drunk...not dead, cockroaches can survive nuclear attacs do you really think a heavy drink would kill it? now I spend most of my days keeping an observant eye on my surroundings, bet it got drinking friends.
and even harder when it turns out that the girl havn`t suffered from hangover in five years.
that`s pretty much utopia for me. I havn`t had a weekend without hangover in five years, even if I`m not drinking.
I`m not sure I`ve told you, sanna from sweden is living on a mattress in my room. the mattress is the same size as my floorspace, so we can hardly open the door. anyway, the weekend started with a night out together with alex and inger marit, two really fun girls form norway. both students at aarhus school of architecture like me, and they stay at the same sakura house, so we`re neighbours. we ended up at shinjuku drinking beers at different bars.
that`s most likely why saturday wasn`t top dollar in the head department. still sanna and I went for a walk, a walk that turned out to be NY style. I`ve learned that even though you can see the skyscraper from your room, doesn`t mean that it`s close by. on the way we spent some time in fancy stores looking at expensive clothes and expensive architecture. both looked good..well not everything. the dior building would be amazing if it was the marc jacobs building, the clothes ruined the interior design.
when we finally got to the skyscraper, mori tower, you had to pay to get up.
sanna didn`t want to pay, so we walked back towards harajuku and a cafe we know with a english menu.
you have to walk long distances to find an english menu in this town. at this piont, I was pretty fed up by the situation, and the mood didn`t get better by the fact that I was hungry...but I managed to answer sanna with sounds like; hmm...aaah..ok...oi, on the way back. and I was very determined not to make a nora-is-hungry-as-hell-scene.
a scene that I guess quite a few of you have experienced...yeah..sorry.
that evening I prepared myself to a quiet night at home, but sanna had a different plan.
I ended up at a "punk" venue in a basement somewhere in tokyo, then later on I found myself at a club called the warehouse. at the warehouse they had a ipod-battle-event, which basically means to cut the songs after 1 1/2 minute. stupid idea...not attending a ipod battle again. the place also spiced up the experience with some poledancers in small bikinis on a podium, one of the dancers had pretty much the entire ass outside her pinks panties...hothothot!
that night we drove a lot of taxi, and as usual we went for some shopping at the convini as people call it, before returning home.
sunday came as expected with a constant reminder of the consumed amount of alcohol.
then I did the strangest thing I`ve ever done on a hangoversunday, it started out as a normal walk around the block,
but ended up as shopping for running shoes...so now I have a couple of brand new running shoes in my closet.
funky. in the evening I went for my second walk that day, and a found a park.
so, the only thing that`s missing, is me wearing the shoes..outside..at a good pace..in the park.
new subject;
the other day at work, cutting cardboard with great consentration, daydreaming about my future in architecture,
(I always daydream when I`m making models, guess it`s because the brainactivity you need to cut cardboard is in fact not tremendous.) I suddenly see from the corner of my eye something big and black move...a b-i-g bug.
to be more precise...a cockroach. less than 40 cm from my foot! halleluja, and it was walking away from me..that`s probably the worst part. I can only imagine how close it had been before I saw it. all I managed to say was; bug. but no one heard me, they all wear headsets and listen to music. a little louder; bug! and then taka looks up and see the creature. all he does is reach for the glue remover, gives the thing a good spray and sends it into a serious intoxication. glue remover is pure alcohol. the legs kicked the air for a couple of seconds before the bug froze. then taka went back to his desk and left the cockroach rest by my feet. they told me that the office rule in situations like this, was that whoever sitting at the desk where the bug took its last conscious breath had to remove it. obviously I disagreed strongly to this irrational rule, removing bugs is not a feminine action. finally simon took a piece of paper and threw it out. then someone mumbled; you know it`s just drunk...not dead, cockroaches can survive nuclear attacs do you really think a heavy drink would kill it? now I spend most of my days keeping an observant eye on my surroundings, bet it got drinking friends.
søndag 9. mars 2008
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