I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m either coming down with another cold or I’m allergic to beer. I sure hope it’s not the allergy bit because that would surely suck.

It was a somber week at work. One of our co-workers had a heart attack in the parking lot and was not doing that well.

Today was Megan’s funeral and I’ve heard it was planned out by Megan. The service was surprisingly quick with hardly a mention of her name. There were standard prayers that were over in half-an-hour and no speeches. Later we all met at a restaurant and had a bit of a wake. It was actually quite nice and full of old friends I hadn’t seen in years and I appreciate that she didn’t give us any chance to be sad. But all last night, as I was tossing and turning with a stomachache, I felt like I was going to see Megan in the afternoon and I knew that wasn’t the case. I knew none of us would be seeing her again. I wonder if that was making my stomach hurt.

OK, so somewhere in the middle of kvetching about things I’m not doing this year, I realized I should shut the hell up and make a list of things I want to do. So today, on the biggest annual procrastination day of the year (otherwise known as the day my self-assessment for my work review is due) I took my violin to the luthier to get it back up to snuff! Then I went to a beginning banjo class (clawhammer for those of you who know more about banjo than I do) without having a spot in the class and made it in off of the wait list! This is something I never was able to do for medical school! (Yeah, I know, they’re not really comparable.)

I have to go back tomorrow to rent a banjo for the class, but this new-found interest led to watching YouTube videos of old time music, which led to the realization that I like old time violin, which led me to YouTube tutorials of violin exercises. So, now I have two instruments I could be playing soon (or not, we’ll see) which really does make more sense than keeping up with my twitter feed or my Facebook page. I feel sorry for anyone who has to hear this racket, but my mom’s hearing is going and I can hear the neighbor’s kid practicing on an electric piano so there’s no guilt! Plus, all my adolescent shame is gone and I can practice the violin outside of the closet!

I suppose it’s time to prioritize. I sure wish I was more organized. I can make lists, but then I forget to look at them. The list on my iPhone, for example, has items that I haven’t done for a month. I suppose that’s why I hire people to do renovations. It takes me months just to get around to fixing a squeaky door. I’ll have to rethink this.

Last weekend I was out with two high school buddies. One was off to New York to meet a woman in her early 20’s, but he’s loaded (I don’t know anyone else who has a house in Tokyo with a pool, for example) and the other was trying to decide whether to get back together with his ex who is now 27 but who he used to date nine years ago. Yeah, that means he was 40, but she was 18. Honestly, I don’t even want to talk to anyone below the age of 25. Somehow this got me to thinking about my resolutions, but I think such odd behavior just means it’s time for a midlife crisis. I’d rather avoid the crisis, myself, and perhaps avoid anything that seems a little too high-schooly.

I don’t mean to avoid being juvenile because I’m not going to drastically change my personality and start acting like an adult. That would take years of analysis and behavior modification therapy and I’m not sure it even works. I mean avoiding things like Facebook which just make me feel inadequate and make me hate all the people who are trying so hard to impress. I’ve also realized that there are certain activities I participate in which are cliquish and annoying and really don’t make me all that happy.

So, I’m not going to run any races this year. I’m not running any obstacle courses. I’m not going to join a kickball team. I’m not going to climb Denali. I’m not going to start up with any dumb-ass martial arts. I’m not going to take up skeet shooting. I’m not buying a boat.

That still leaves me with way too many things I want to do. I wonder where that puts banjo lessons on the list.

I was fatigued today. Not really tired, just dragging ass like I overdid it at the gym after being out sick for a week and a half and it made me kind of cranky. So on the way home, when some jackhole in a Suburban honked at me for waiting for a pedestrian and not just running the poor guy the hell over, I stopped my car and got out to tell him about WAITING FOR PEOPLE CROSSING THE EFFING STREET. Fortunately, he kept going because I don’t think we would have had a very productive conversation. Really, I lucked out on that one.

So I went to the gym and what did I do? Overdid it again. I was DFL in the workout because after I easily ran around the block, I came in and felt like I was going to see my lunch again. There are certain rabid exercisers of a cult that I won’t mention who would probably beg to differ, but half-digested sushi is not something I ever need to see in my life. Throw-up-and-keep-going sounds like a worse option than slow-down-and-don’t-waste-the-money-you-spent-on-food.

So there you go. Another day goes by with a sense of impending doom, mostly at work and nothing really spectacular to report in my outside-of-work life either. Maybe I should go on Facebook to see if I can feel really inadequate.

Well, that didn’t end well, and by that I mean 2012. I got sick before Xmas and I think I still went to the gym a few times and I swore it was cold that week even though people were pointing out that it was much warmer than the week before. That’s probably because I was running a fever of 100.3°F that I didn’t realize until t the Sunday before New Years. I found that out when I was taking my mom’s temperature just before I took her to the ER for chest pains. She had a blood clot in her lung. She had to stay in the hospital a few days and I stayed at home feeling miserable. It wasn’t much fun.

So, NYE, or amateur night as some people call it, I stayed up until 10PM. That’s at least an hour later than I’d planned.

I think I made some resolutions. One is to get out more. I went to a gathering of old co-workers from an old dot-bomb we all worked for and had a nasty hangover after three whole beers. THREE. That’s getting old for you. I think getting out once this year (and right before that I was at dinner with old high-school buddies) qualifies as “out more” so maybe I can chalk that one up as a win.

Another resolution is to ask someone out this year, maybe one person a month. That’s 12 chances at humiliation and more likely, 12 more times someone just says, “No.” In the spirit of making this a real New Year’s Resolution, I may just not do this one at all.

And finally I think I’m telling myself to buy more books AND READ THEM. I bought two already. I wonder if that’s enough?

Lots of awful things have happened and lots of not-so-awful things have as well. I’m going to do the ostrich thing and ignore some of the awfuler things, but my friend Megan lost her fight with cancer and I’m hoping she’s kicking ass and taking names in the afterlife. I’m not a believer, but she was, and if anyone could have willed herself into another existence just to tell everyone how things should really work, it would be Megan.

Honestly I don’t think I’ve had that much to say lately. In the nerd realm, I’m applying to become an official NetBSD developer. I bought a new antenna for my ham radio even though the last time I talked on the thing was back in August. And I bought a new iPhone 5 because that’s one of my addictions. I’ve had many disappointing cheeseburgers and my addiction to the gym appears to be waning a bit because, well, I’ve not been giving a crap lately. It’s hard to run around and get all out of breath if you don’t give a crap.

I suppose that’s why I’ve updated some of my blog software but I haven’t written anything, the giving a crap thing. When the only email you get is from Amazon, The Gap, and Sears there’s really no reason not to hole up for the winter and declare hermit status.

Ah well, the most exciting thing I have going on for New Years Eve is staying at my sister’s house to make sure her geriatric dog doesn’t freak out. I’m not sure how my being there is going to help the dog’s mental status, but I really have nothing else planned. And that, I suppose, is the end of my year.

I’ve been back for over two weeks and I’m finally feeling like I have some time to get back to this blog. It took a week to dig out of two months of mail. I went back to work and had to dig out of two months of email. It took about a week to fix my crashing Mac (I blame iCloud) and I think my new firewall machine is fairly stable.

I even had jet lag for a while. I never have jet lag but I realized that’s probably just because usually I only go to Japan for two weeks. Two months is quite different. I’m glad to be sleeping in my own bed in a house where there’s not much noise rather than in a hotel where I had to sleep with earplugs in. The best thing about being home is the giant washer/dryer.

The food back at home isn’t as good as on vacation. Good, but not great. The baked cod at Besaw’s was good, but not great.

The Beaujolais Nouveau at Olympic Provisions that they said was good was passable. The meat plate was EXCELLENT (so I guess some things are great).

The burger at Besaw’s wasn’t great (a little too salty) but the butterscotch pudding was great.

And finally, the burger at Meriwether’s was better, but still way too salty. So far the best burger I’ve had since I got back was at Five Guys.

I’m getting used to being home again, and that’s a good thing.

Sorry, I’ve been back for over a week and I’ve been ignoring my blog.

Last day in Japan, and it’s only a partial day. The plane from Narita to Portland leaves about 2PM (I never remember exactly when) but that means it’s easy to get breakfast, do some last-minute shopping, take a late-morning train to Narita, and then some quick shopping at Narita. I even got to see the beer machine.

We started out the day by heading to the Paul Bassett coffee shop to get a breakfast set. Paul Bassett is an award-winning barista from Australia and he has a coffee shop in Shinjuku. They tend to be a bit less customer-oriented than most Japanese stores, but the coffee is great.

On our way out of Shinjuku station.

For lunch we went to the Fujiya “family restaurant” in Narita airport. My sister and I always seem to go there on our way out of Japan and we like it. It’s Japan’s take on a Denny’s-like restaurant and tasty. I got their anniversary set (this also came with coffee jelly). Hamburger steak with beef stew sauce.

My sister got a ladies’ set.

I pay a lot of money to American Express every year for a Platinum card and the only real reason is so I can go to the Narita Delta lounge and see the beer robot.

Yeah, two pictures and both fuzzy.

It was a long day (I think I calculated that I was up for 32 hours?) and I had dinner at the Industrial Cafe. I think that’s the end of food pictures for a while.

My last full day in Japan. I’m heading back home tomorrow and I haven’t been back home since September. I’m feeling anxious and apprehensive and I remember the last time I went back to the US after a long stay (five years that time) I had complete reverse-culture shock. I’m sure that’s not what it is this time, but I am feeling apprehensive. It may just be that my dinner isn’t agreeing with me.

In any case, we spent most of the morning wandering around near the hotel, buying some last-minute things for my cousin. Then we went to the Shinkansen station in Shinosaka and saw my mom off.

So first off, WHAT THE HELL IS MY IPHONE FOCUSING ON? I need to get progressive lenses so I can SEE WHAT THE HELL MY CAMERA IS FOCUSING ON. It certainly isn’t my sister’s bento.

It did a slightly better job of focusing on MY bento. Basically, I’m nearsighted and I can see things close up (like my camera’s display) IF I TAKE MY GLASSES OFF. With them on, I’m just looking at a fuzzy screen. Yes, I’m getting old enough for bifocals and I think I need them. How do people hold a camera steady with one hand and their glasses off?

My sister went to Jins and had some glasses made in an hour today for ¥3,990 (they were a copy of the prescription of her older glasses). I think you can also get an eye exam as well. I’m not sure if they do progressives and I didn’t need a second pair of glasses with the exact same prescription.

We ate dinner while we waited. I had a double-soup plate, which turned out to have THREE soups (the two on each side of the rice and one in the cup).

Lim had a soup with a puff pastry on top and I’M JUST GOING TO PRETEND EVERYTHING WAS FUZZY.

LIKE MY SISTER’S G*DD*MN BREAD BOWL. Notice how the wood in the background is so well focused.

After we picked up the glasses, we had some ice cream.

After the ice cream, my sister and Lim tortured me by going to a makeup shop and some sort of clothing boutique. They didn’t take all that long (20 minutes?) but the boutique was PLAYING THE G*DD*MN CHIPMUNKS XMAS ALBUM.

So let me end this by saying this time my room in the Nishishinjuku Hotel has a non-slamming lid like EVERY OTHER HOTEL in Japan and I’m not slamming the lid. I have the room right by the elevator but it’s my last night in Japan and I’ll be sleeping in my own bed soon!

So today’s trip to the Instant Ramen museum was cancelled because I actually checked their web site and they said they were closed today. She also had another place she wanted to go and we had nowhere better to go. Also, it was supposed to rain today (and boy did it rain).

But first, we went to Hep Five and rode the ferris wheel. It was only ¥500 for the 15 minute trip so it was a great deal for getting up above the city.

Osaka Station City!

I’m not sure if I ever knew that there’s a parking lot on the roof of the Hankyu Department store!

Or on top of the Toho Cinema.

Here we are towards the top, the only place where I thought would be nervous, but there’s nothing really scary about this ferris wheel. Nice and slow and a great view. There’s even a “map” on the window to tell you what things are where.

At the top!

It’s a great view from the top. I’d point out Osaka Castle out the right window, but it’s tiny and I had to search for it to find it.

Then it was time to find Lim’s store, “The Center for Cosmic Wonder”. The first non-hurdle was that I ran off to get in a different subway car than the one my mom & sister & Lim went in. The car was pink and all I could read was something in kanji that said women only during the week. Usually you’ll also see some time restrictions to the women-only cars (like during commute times) but I didn’t see anything, so I didn’t get on the same car.

One of the things we saw on the way was Lim+Lim!

And a pachinko parlor with a huge Roy Lichtenstein image.

But we found Lim’s store. The whole place looks like an empty warehouse space with an odd art installation (fake rocks? I can’t remember) until you look behind some baffles and see the clothes for sale. There’s not a lot of clothing, but there’s lots of small stores with just a little fancy product so it isn’t weird if you’re brave enough to actually step inside. And, since there isn’t that much product, there isn’t a long time for me to have to wait and that was a huge bonus. 🙂

A block away there was a place called the “fun space” I think. It was a spot that only had women eating there, but it was tasty. My mom had the karaage lunch (and I think I’m having fried chicken soon after I get back).

My sister and I had taco rice.

Lim had a teriyaki chicken sandwich.

The hot sauce wasn’t that hot.

After that it was back to Shinsaibashi and Namba so Lim could buy a Mizuno rain cape. On the way we saw a KitKat store, which turned out to just be a candy store with lots of KitKat signs.

 

It’s a walk all the way through Shinsaibashi to Namba, but it’s an interesting walk. The Mizuno store is very close to the Namba Kabukiza Theatre.

We headed back to Umeda (on another subway train where I had to avoid the women only car) and did some last-minute shopping (I bought some replacement toothbrush heads for my little battery-powered toothbrush) and then went through the thunder and lightning and driving rain to get to the hotel. After a rest, we went to an okonomiyaki restaurant in the basement of the Ritz-Carlton. I twas tasty, but there was a lot of food.

And that’s it for the last full day in Osaka!

I forgot to show the picture from my expensive room during the day. Here it is.

Today my sister wanted to go to a store called “Saro” so I decided to make my sister and Lim do some old-school Osaka sightseeing. A trip to Osaka Castle on the way to their store north of Shinsaibashi. The park was pretty and the day was quite nice.

On the way in, we found that the castle had lots of volunteer guides and one told us why the largest stone in the wall, the “octopus” stone, has that name. The discoloration is from the iron in the stone and has been there since the beginning.

I wanted a tourist picture with me and my mom.

And one of my mom and sister.

I wanted to see the spot where Hideyori Toyotomi committed suicide since it was on the all the maps. I asked one of the volunteer guides but he just wanted me to see the sandcastle that showed the previous incarnation of the castle.

But I found someone else who would show me the spot and it turns out it’s just a monument in the area where they think it might have happened.

We couldn’t find it earlier because it’s in the woods behind the castle where the wall would have been impregnable historically.

Now there’s trees growing through the wall and a staircase and ramp at the back.

In fact, there’s even an elevator for those with mobility devices.

Then it was off to find my sister’s store. This is what my maps look like sometimes.

On the way we got some lunch at a place that was only semi-open. They must have been having trouble cooking. My mom got the daily plate.

Lim got baked curry.

My sister and I got hamburgers which were really tasty.

The girl at the restaurant gave us directions to “Saro” and on the way we saw a boat going down what I thought was just a canal for wastewater but was an actual river.

Here’s the road down the street. The big blocky building is the highway and there were stores underneath.

It was the wholesale fabric district, but there was a poodle store with teacup poodles.

I’m not sure if the store was a bust or not, but my sister and Lim didn’t buy anything. I’m not sure what shopping is all about, but I’m a dude.

Sometime on our way back, my mom wanted to go to the matcha sweets shop and I said I’d meet them there after getting her a calendar from the National Bunraku (traditional puppet) Theatre. My sister insisted I didn’t have to since my mom didn’t want it and I knew she did. Well, made it there and to the sweets shop in half-an-hour and everyone else didn’t get there until 20 minutes later.

Here’s a picture of what I got after I ate half of it already.

This is what it’s supposed to look like.

My mom got a parfait.

And Lim got something huge made of shaved ice.

We went to the bookstore where my mom somehow ditched us but we all made it back to the hotel after a while. Dinner was a a place that had “Udon Daining”. Here’s mine.

ANd here’s what everyone else got.

We finished up with shopping at the Tokyu Hands where we ACTUALLY BOUGHT STUFF and Lim bought some soup at Daimaru. Twice we found these weird escalators (there’s several in Osaka station) that have a flat part in the middle. I dunno, there must be some reason for the design.

Tomorrow’s supposed to be rainy but everyone seems to want to go to the Instant Ramen Museum. It’s interesting enough that I’d go back.

Today was another travel day, but the travel from Kyoto Station to Umeda Station in Osaka is only 29 minutes and ¥540 on the Special Rapid Train.

My mom and I had an expensive breakfast in the expensive hotel in Kyoto. The view was impressive.

The normal restaurant in the lobby was full, so we went to the “special” restaurant upstairs. The juice was a mix of some sort of fruit and bell peppers and other things I don’t remember. The slice of cheese on the salad was one of tastiest bits of sharp cheese that I’ve had. The yogurt was tasty as well.

They asked what kinds of bread I’d like and I said I’d try one of each.

And here’s the rest. Some scrambled eggs plus some vegetables and sausage.

We met my sister and Lim in the lobby downstairs and took the train to Umeda. After we dropped off our bags, I took them on a circuitous tour of the underground of Osaka. We ended up at Yodobashi Camera where we did some shopping and had lunch at an omurice place. My mom had gratin.

I had the “small” omurice with cheese and hayashi rice sauce. The small has three eggs.

We were still full at dinnertime and so we went to the bakery I suggested in the basement of the Ritz-Carlton. We bought way too much.

And that’s it for today. I packed up most of my clothes in the ¥990 duffel bag I bought in Tokyo and my suitcase has lots of space for my mom’s weird stuff. We’ll see what that ends up being.

I think I also found out a problem with my communication with my sister. She may be hard of hearing. I remember hearing about people’s parents getting into arguments because of this. Examine this exchange from earlier today:

Me: have you ever heard of Milagro’s baby carriers?

Sister: Why would I give a shit about that? What for?

Me: Friend’s baby shower.

Sister: Fran’s baby shower?

Me: (exaggerating the pronunciation) FRIEND’S… BABY… SHOWER…

Sister: Fran’s what?

Me: (shouting) FRIEND’S BABY SHOWER!

Sister: Why are you mad? I’m hard of hearing.

I’m not sure how this works out, but usually it requires someone getting their hearing tested and I’m not sure what my sister’s health insurance thinks about hearing tests or $6000 hearing aids like the ones my co-workers are getting.