Still searching.
The other day, I met a professional baseball player at the bar in Nagoya. He's a reserve for the Dragons from the Dominican, last name De La Roza. I played doubles pool against him and won because he sank the 8 ball in the wrong pocket. I know it's nothin' but to me it's something.
I'm trying to listen to more Japanese music. I've also been listening to Beck recently and the B-52s and Bob Dylan just because I'm going through the the B section in my music library and because my Dad used to quote the hell out of "Ballad of a Thin Man."
I know it's old, but I watched Conan last night and I'm going through all of the Rocky movies with some of my friends out here.
I watch so much TV out here and it's great. But, more than anything, I like watching the sumo tournaments on my cell phone at work.
I'm reading America...Jon Stewart's book and I bought a book of quotes by Ichiro for Japanese practice. 262 quotes...exactly the number of hits that he hit in his record breaking year. Too bad the Mariners were born to suck.
My fucking Self and too many others to list and Rocy Balboa.