Tokyo Stories |
I'm a real blogger now. My blog is called Tokyo Stories. It's the tale of one tiny life in the biggest city in the world! I want you to read it, and I want it to read you.
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 08:14:00 GMT |
Something Happened Today |
The interior of the oven turns blue and makes a sound like wind. I drop the red Turkish flag lighter and walk over to my telephone to call 911. Screams fill the apartment and, I imagine, tumble out th...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 01:20:00 GMT |
how to leave |
Sayonara has been several days long, beginning with spidery gift portraits of me holding hands with neck-less children. They've waved their usual "see you"s (they won't), and I've tried to memori...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 07:58:00 GMT |
my family, spiders, and fluorescent light |
My family's faces were still contorted pink and weeping in my heart on the day Emily Tucker first led me down the path. I could feel my daddy's scratchy cleft chin dripping onto the jam and toast she ...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 09:25:00 GMT |
the best place to drink espresso from a van |
The best place to drink espresso you bought from a van is on the narrow steps of a silver building, in front of a highly-utilized metal door.
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 08:39:00 GMT |
a wondercut and four men at the conclusion of the "rainy" season |
The smooth-armed shampooist got his usual zen-like joy out of foaming up my head today. As he poked the towel simultaneously into each of my earholes for the last time, I wondered why I had never spok...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 06:40:00 GMT |
Normal and Surprising Things |
An aunt with a triangle of fabric over her jet black head is serving humid soba to a standing counter full of uncles in short sleeves and ties. Damp children are asking questions and mothers are persp...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 03:55:00 GMT |
when young japanese girls are clothed |
Japanese girls are (famously) the cutest creatures in existence, but still call every girl and sweat rag around them "cute" without a shiver of jealousy or animosity.
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 20:00:00 GMT |
when old japanese ladies are naked |
When old Japanese ladies are naked, they like to lounge in Elvan formations on manufactured rocks and talk about their daughters.
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 06:12:00 GMT |
if you are what you eat, then i am a tiny morsel of raw horse |
The salaryman, whose name means "dragon," takes me to a bamboo-curtained izakaya with fresh-squeezed grapefruit sours. Our collection of plates arrives, and I notice among them a rosebud-shaped arrang...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 06:15:00 GMT |
