Becoming One of Them
I have a tendency to make life altering decisions, or at least decisions of immense importance in donut shops. Believe it or not, people, it's where I do my best thinking and for the most part all the work I don't consider to be complete crap fifteen minutes after I write it. I decided to go to Michigan in a Donutland on First Ave. in Cedar Rapids and set the date for my wedding in a Krispy Kreme. The latter involved weighing the pros and cons of particular dates on the reverse of a paper tray mat.
So, the Japanese have put up a united front (something at which they truly excel) in an effort to get Colleen to stay on at least another year (because one more year can always be converted into additional years--remember, the Japanese are much better at thinking long term than we have-it-all-now Western types are) at her teaching job in Mito. The perversity of the whole thing even led to Colleen's supervisor securing a full time job for me at a company in Toyokawa, because, as a thorough misogynist, he assumes that if I have a good job of my own, I won't be threatened by my wife keeping her lowly teaching job for another year.
I'm not sure if you guys know this, but I used to smoke... a lot... but I quit shortly before meeting the darling woman I would later trick into marrying me (muwahahaha). I gave it up, because I realized the cancer sticks were my feeble attempt to cover the anxiety I felt as a result of my complete lack of direction in life. Japanese men, I do basically mean ALL Japanese men smoke like the damn things are going out of style. With 12 hour workdays, a wife you never see and probably don't like anyway, and no hope for anything but a life of slaving away at a thankless job wearing the same black suit you bought when you graduated college, I can see why.
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I don't know how to feel about this news, Nicholas... does this mean we won't be seeing either of you at all until at least the middle of 2007?
If that's the case, you can just string me up now... with a pack of "Mild Sevens" clutched in my purple fist.
which is good for you, nicholas, to follow up with what mike said. something in the mythical chinese says, only a thousand-li horse is a good horse. so you are a good though small horse since you are apparantly several thousand li from home. remember gary snyder? not saying you are anything like him, just hoping you do not end up lingering 8 years in that mesmerizing country.
all said, already missing you here, aa is not that interesting without our regular lunch blastings, with mike not answering emails nor calls. the dragon or dinosaur or whatever it is is stretching on the coffee table, making such a sad impression on things around.
Oh boy! Leave it to Liansu to passive-aggressively lambast me for being a hermit, on Nicholas' blog no less!
Sheesh. I get no rest from these people who want me to be happy.
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