
I wouldn’t have minded that air conditioner in July, or at least a heater that wasn’t a smelly, small, inefficent piece of garbage. It’s as if once they pass the Tsugaru Strait all knowledge of insulation goes right out the (single-paned) window.

I wouldn’t have minded that air conditioner in July, or at least a heater that wasn’t a smelly, small, inefficent piece of garbage. It’s as if once they pass the Tsugaru Strait all knowledge of insulation goes right out the (single-paned) window.

To anyone who hasn’t visited Japan this may seem rather superfluous.
Then again, it may only be the natural transition when traffic moves from mass transit into a vehicle. I seem to recall vanity mirrors still being standard equipment on cars these days. Not so outrageous after all.

Any smoking corner in Tokyo can attest to that. The slowly creeping crowd ever so slightly snaking outwards, new smokers forging a cloudy niche into the soft underbelly of the now encroached sidewalk.

Tell that to zombie Sunny Bono.

And on weekends my pockets are stuffed with rolls of 500 yen coins. I win.

Japanese tourists are known for their photographic prowess, amorphous pack-like movement, and patronizing people with pocket change.
Even with falling gas prices and a strengthening yen I now understand why people here are travelling less. It’s not the subconscious feeling of cultural superiority just an aversion to carrying heavy coins.

And on weekends my pockets are stuffed with rolls of 500 yen coins. I win.

Yes. Building a snowman builds character.
Build a new kitchen for the child psychologist.