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Kafka on the Shore

I‘ve just finished reading one of the strangest books ever. The author of Kafka on the Shore poking holes in time and space, leaving the reader stranded without any hope of understanding the plot from time to time. You have to let go of all sorts of prejudices to be able to keep on reading, otherwise you‘ll find yourself complaining about the absurd events occurring, and of the characters that accept them as natural. Magical realism, I think it‘s called. Anyway, the book‘s really good. And strange.

Today I went to Shibuya. In search for a place to eat, filtering out everything that was unrelated to food, I didn‘t notice the increasing number of shops selling pink handcuffs and bunny ears. When I couldn‘t find anything edible, and tried to find the way back, my field of vision was suddenly filled with gothic castles and small statue of liberties. I was on Love Hotel Hill, where you rent hotels for the hour, and all the lobbies are filled with sex toy vending machines. The japanese are sick...

Oh, and Udon Bukkake is now my favorite noodle dish.

2008-07-17 @ 09:28:51 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (3) Trackbacks ()

Harajuku and Electric Town

This weekend I went to Harajuku and Akihabara, Grand Capital of cosplay(and a bunch of other subcultures) respectively anime, games and strange electronic devices. Every street was filled with strange ppl; cosplayers, anime otakus and the uprising punk population. I also bought a manga that I‘m going to translate, thus learning el Lingo.

I‘ve also discovered that my host dad plays Mahjong!!

2008-07-15 @ 09:28:49 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()

うどんぶっかけ

Today I made my first encounter with Bukkake, a very strange experience. At first I was nervous, a little bit disgusted with the smacking sound from the people around me, but when i plunged my head into the white smear, all the tension was gone. I felt goooood.

I also went to a dvd store to see if i could find some sick anime. No good. Could only find movies with lolita theme. I wanted gore...

2008-07-11 @ 09:12:04 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (4) Trackbacks ()

Jet lag round 2

I'm still jet lagged, alas, and really out of shape. When I came home yesterday, I dropped dead after eating a very strange dinner(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shumai) only to wake up after a couple of hours:( I laid awake til first daylight, and then fell asleep, 10 in the evening swedish time = I'm still not synced with tjing-tjong/pling-plong time. At lunchtime yesterday I strolled around Shinjuyku, looking for a bookstore selling english books. When entering a (later to be discovered) dedicated manga store, I heard a very familiar tune: the Djingis Kahn song ( II:Djing, Djing, Djingis Kahn/ Han ropar, vi ropar alla ropar:II) but in japanese! Does someone know if it really is a swedish song? The irony was doubled as I was searching for book two in Conn Igguldens Conqueror series, telling the story of Djingis' life.

Oba ando auto

2008-07-09 @ 09:20:48 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

I Oesterland

From now on, due to the lack of swedish characters, this blog will henceforth be written in english.
I've finally found a computer, on a shady korean internet cafe. The koreans are sneaky; they tried to make me pay for two hours, although I clearly said I only wanted 30 minutes... Anywh00, Toukyou is huge, it took half an hour with bus, just driving past the industrial areas. Yesterday I got lost om a railwaystation, trying to get from my train to a subway. For one and a half hour. Needless to say, the Shinjuku station is enormous beyond measures, bigger than any shopping gallery I've ever seen, with a Svenormous(I'm running out of words for "really big") mall underneath. It's a maze of photo booths, sushi stands, manga stores and suprisingly few transport related things... I wasted a bunch of tickets trying to make it past the ticket gates. In the end, I decided to go outside and enter the subway station from the outside. After an hour of trying to find the exit, and searching for the subway from the outside, I was sitting on the train home. Hur som helst ska jag till min japanskalektion nu.

Sa jag att japaner e enormt ruttna?

2008-07-08 @ 09:21:27 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (3) Trackbacks ()

Jetlag?

Jag har nyss gjort en spännande upptäckt: När jag landar i Japan kommer klockan att vara 6 på morgonen, lokal tid.
Och 11 på kvällen i Sverige.
För att krydda till det hela så flyger jag kl. 6 i morgon bitti, och måste gå upp vid 4 för att vara där i god tid.
Lösningen? Ceylon Orange Pekoe! Genom att höja mitt théintag till perversa nivåer ska jag försöka att gå till ro först på planet till Toukyou. Jag slipper den tråkiga resan och kommer vakna upp i arla morgonstund när planet landar, efter tolv timmars sömn. Två flugor i en smäll!

Med mig i min prövning har jag:

Thé
Rolig el-grunka
En massa avsnitt ur en dystopisk sci-fiserie
Scrubs
Wolves of the Plain - En bok om Djingis Kahn
En SNES-emulator

Låt vakan börja!

2008-07-04 @ 21:02:54 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (4) Trackbacks ()

Till österland vill jag fara...

Om 35 timmar sitter jag på ett plan från Paris till Toukyou, huvudstad i Fetishland. Det är svårt att tänka sig att jag ska ta mig fram på japanska, utan någon försäkran om att kunna luta mig tillbaka på engelska... Fetishianerna är ju så dåliga på den fronten.
Schanyway så är nästan allt packat och klart, och jag ska se ett avsnitt Scrubs el. West Wing innan jag knyter mig...

Peas Out
Piece Out
Peace Out

2008-07-04 @ 00:05:33 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (2) Trackbacks ()

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