“Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, no trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because i am out of sight? I am waiting for you, somewhere very near. Just around the corner. All is well.”—Henry Scott Holland 1847 - 1918 / Canon of St Paul’s, London (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Question: I am interested in so many things, and I have a terrible fear because my mother keeps telling me that I’m just going to be exploring the rest of my life and never get anything done. But I find it really hard to set my ways and say, “Well, do I want to do this, or should I try to exploit that, or should I escape and completely do one thing?”
Anaïs Nin: One word I would banish from the dictionary is ‘escape.’ Just banish that and you’ll be fine. Because that word has been misused regarding anybody who wanted to move away from a certain spot and wanted to grow. He was an escapist. You know if you forget that word you will have a much easier time. Also you’re in the prime, the beginning of your life; you should experiment with everything, try everything…. We are taught all these dichotomies, and I only learned later that they could work in harmony. We have created false dichotomies; we create false ambivalences, and very painful one’s sometimes -the feeling that we have to choose. But I think at one point we finally realize, sometimes subconsciously, whether or not we are really fitted for what we try and if it’s what we want to do.
You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. No, I think there was too rigid a pattern. You came out of an education and are supposed to know your vocation. Your vocation is fixed, and maybe ten years later you find you are not a teacher anymore or you’re not a painter anymore. It may happen. It has happened. I mean Gauguin decided at a certain point he wasn’t a banker anymore; he was a painter. And so he walked away from banking. I think we have a right to change course. But society is the one that keeps demanding that we fit in and not disturb things. They would like you to fit in right away so that things work now.
“They say that sibling relationships are the most important relationship in your life, because they know you for every period of your life. They know you when you were a baby and as an adult, and, hopefully, they know you in your old age. Your parents leave too early, your lovers come much later in your life, but your sibling has been with you.”—Amy Poehler
When you arrive in Japan with a long-term visa, you get a complimentary Pokemon. If you’re lucky, it’s a psychic type and it’ll assist with all the mind-reading you are expected to perform here. If you get a Snorlax, gods help you.
It’s true. I got a water type. It’s only good during the rainy season.
What are you up to? WHY ARE YOU IN JAPAN. I miss you. <3
For weeks I was without internet. Now it is set up and ready to go. Back to blogging, catching up on e-mails, and staying up too late refreshing Twitter.
Why am I in Japan? In a sentence: because it is where I need to be right now.
To expand upon that, I have a job that interests me, friends, a home, and goals here. Nothing fancy, but I am content. At this point I’ve spent more of my adult life living alone in Japan than time spent living in America. It is ridiculous and sad, but living in America is an anxiety-ridden, culture-shock nightmare for me. Everyone is large and loud and in your face and there is just so much of everything all the time. Food and Jesus and 9/11 Never Forget and another mass shooting we’ll have the latest for you at 10 and another friendship bites the dust as sonogram wedding engagement pictures accumulate on Facebook and everything costs money and there are no jobs and cash for gold the price is right next on The Voice, loans forever.
I have no idea what to do with any of that, but here in Japan I know exactly what I want and I’m going for it.
I actually wrote poems about Jurassic Park in high school. They weren't very good, though, and I lost them. I also wrote a pretty decent poem about Point Break, the Patrick Swayze surfing/cop movie.
Yesterday I spent at least half an hour of class time forcing Japanese adults to discuss their views on Jurassic Park.
The only point of contention arose when one student refused to agree that some scenes in Jurassic Park are a little “scary”.
There is no shame in admitting a healthy fear of raptors. In fact, if you haven’t spent time in your life assessing the vulnerabilities of your home to raptor attacks, then you are probably over the age of 40.
Anyway, A+, Christopher Lindstrom. You are a cool dude.
“Born under another sky, placed in the middle of an always-moving scene, himself driven by the irresistible torrent which sweeps along everything that surrounds him, the American has no time to tie himself to anything; he grows accustomed to naught but change, and concludes by viewing it as the natural state of man; he feels a need for it; even more, he loves it: for instability, instead of occurring to him in the form of disasters, seems to give birth to nothing around him but wonders…”—Alexis de Tocqueville, National Character of Americans—first impressions (1831)
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another, (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return’d, Yet out of that I have written these songs.)