Where I am from this causes anger...where I am at this causes one to salivate
I have never tried whale meat, and I never intend to, it looks alot like what I guess horse meat looks like
As the whale meat did the rounds on the conveyer belt I felt oddly nervous, like Greenpeace was outside preparing to raid the joint ,busting in at any moment accusing us all of bloody slaughter. Of course I would be jailed for many years after a long trial in which I would have to explain why I was caught in an establishment that was supporting atrocities against mammals, particularly as a whale loving aussie this is definitely seen as a criminal act.
As I glanced around at the rest of the feeders in the tiny Shinjuku sushi stop, I got the distinct feeling that they were feeling none of my nervousness. Whale, pig, swordfish, lamb...
Saturday, March 4, 2006
Friday, March 3, 2006
it is never too late
It comes around once a year and yet it keeps me dreaming for a whole 12 months.
One day I too shall attend the biggest party on earth!
Tokyo was my dream and I made it a reality...Carnival in on 'the list'
I need you all to remind me that I live in one of the most exciting cities in the world!
brazilian trends
dreams imitating life
Having just woken from an eleven hour slumber in which I dreamt that Paris Hilton and her posse were escorting me and random friends on a coastal tour of some lush South American country during which time I was wanting so desparately to relax and enjoy my time but so stressed that both zume and my camera were not with me, I called off the trip dragging my friends home only to realise that they were all high on crystal meth and what I really had been seeing was not infact an animal park in a remote part of Venezuela but images from my friends elaborate halucinations....
Dreams are often difficult to interpret. I remember Mum used to have a book that would make interpreting last nights dream so simple. It was some bizarre pagan text with a broad index of dream elements. I am sure if I used it to evaluate last nights dream it would warn me that one of my seven children would contract polio, I am fearing that my thatch roof is wearing thin in the cold and that the cobbler needs to take more care when mending my shoes.
For a long time I held onto the theory that this life was divided into two parts. Our awake life and our asleep life. I had no particular reason to believe in such a theory, had never read it in any book or heard it from another, it was just a simple explaination for such vivid and adventurous dreams. I am a huge fan of sleep and love to drift off to dreamy asleep life.
These days I give little time to the interpretation of my dreams, but a great deal of personal thought to what the meanings of such adventures are. I am more and more convinced that dreams are a reflection of the thoughts, feelings and input of waking life. Having had quite a wild awake time last night I thought back to what could have made me have the Paris/ South American / friends/ animal park dream....
In the dream there was a breath taking coast line...
(looking through the photos I took last night, a coastline also appeared in my awake life...on the wall of a Shibuya karaoke room)
The drug references...
On the way out last night I was reading Me talk pretty one day by David Sedaris. The chapter entitled 12 moments in the life of an artist - his hilarious grapple with drugs and art school
Paris Hilton and random friends ??
The adventurous nature of the dream...
Last nights awake time was also quite adventurous from what I remember. Just before calling it a night, I vaguely remember trying to instill some normality and logical thought into the minds of the intoxicated patrons on a serverely overcrowded dance floor by forcing a pint sized salary man to loosen up a little. Removing his jacket for him throwing it into the crowd, taking off his tie and wrapping it around his head. There are some simple do's and dont's in life - wearing a business suit and tie on a dangerously overrcrowded and overheated dancefloor in a Tokyo nightclub with a Dj playing dodgey harcore trance that the punters have devised a group chant and choreographed dance to is a BIG don't!
The South American element of the dream...
Quite obvious! I have been in a slight depressive fog...Carnival in Brazil has ended for another year, another year that I missed it. But this is no ordinary year, this is the last chance that I had to be doing the samba down the streets of Rio before I turn 30. Oh well there is still another 10 years before I am 40...
Also last night's dinner at Shibuya's Christon Cafe evoked some heavenly feelings.
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