With Gusto

A Piano That Rolls Up Into A Small Bag

well this is my art guitar. it was free. so i took a black marker, some white-out and a playmobile sticker, and used my imagination.

this is the bag that my roll-up piano fits into

here we go!

it continues!

"do it"

this is how you play "louie louie"

I remember in Star Trek the Next Generation they had a very similar roll-up piano, and I thought, "Hey, wouldn't it be great to live in that time and age. . ."

Monkey and Dog Go To Shopping

If you like the idea of a super-smart monkey and a super-dumb dog sent out on missions to buy butterfly nets from the shopping mall, then I recommend Pan and James to YOU! Watch as they get distracted and wrestle over ice-cream! Watch and they gather mushrooms! Watch as the monkey and the dog wrestle over a yellow rubber boot! This monkey don't like snakes! There are some boring moments, but the funny moments are some of the best I've seen in reality TV.

This message is especially for Jess, who I know loves animals.

That previous line feels somehow cryptic.

And that's the way it goes.

http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=pan+and+james&search=Search

http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=pan+kun&search=Search

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The Shaft-Sweeper

found this doozie on a movie poster

yokohama lit tree

Where'd My Money Go!

I spent roughly 700 Canadian in the past two days. Including rent and bills.

Open air art-museum. Ancient Japanese Houses and Tea cooked over an open fire inside a house by very old people who spoke to me in broken English. Very surprised to hear that I lived in the neighbourhood.
Curry.
A Beer.
Telephone Bill.
Train Fare.
A Hat.
A Mocha.
Dress Shirt.
Dress Pants.
A Fred Neil Record
Rent.
Electricity bill.
Shoes.
Returned the Shoes.
Bought Two Pairs of shoes: converse hi-tops. pointed dress shoes.
200 gs of coffee.
A tie.
Shoelaces.
Vodka.
Oolong tea.
Lunch. Some shitty seafood bullshit, and a horrible, mediocre beer.
A nose hair trimmer.
(I find it imperative to report that I took a permanent marker and white-out to my free guitar. It is now the Art-Guitar. I bite my finger nails off and drop them into the hollow-body. It now makes a mild percussive "whish" when I shake it hard enough. Soon enough it will be the world's LARGEST MARACA+) >>>>>>the plus sign is the latest EXCLAMATION MARK>>>>>>>
A Digital Camera
A Memory Card
An MP3 Player
Some Speakers
Some other bullshit.

And I'm still pretty loaded.
And how much has escaped through the cracks? Enough.

The first Maid Cafe has opened in Toronto! In Victoria they had the same ordeal in Oak Bay. Except dour locals paraded around with terribly overpriced scones all in the name of TRADITIION! The Maid Cafe sprang forth from the demand of the Otaku. Otaku is a Japanese word for "Fucking loser shut-in can't get laid computer man." I don't necessarily endorse the "maid cafe," but I don't think it's so bad in the end. There is the "Naked Chef," which is essentially the same thing. And when the Maid Cafe is compared to the horrible tradition of the Oak Bay, well, I don't know, but it seems a little more like, trendy, as opposed to colonial.

Well, where'd my money go? Where'd my prioritizing of capitals go? With the vodka I suppose. With the oolong tea. But not with the O'Zack chips. Worst fuckin chips evah, mon. Worst fuckin' chips evah.

Pics From the Holidays . . . AND BEYOND!

Currently sitting around with a five dollar bottle of French table wine. Thought I better get up to something.

Pics!

These women were sexually harassing me and James at the bar on Christmas!

Instead of guns cops carry around yellow cones which they use to scream out directions that I couldn't ever possibly hope to comprehend! Also, my phone arbitralily decides the size of my photos!

"u" better shut-up. . . or else!

Mmmmm . . . delicious taikan sushi. All for a buck a piece. Here, a dollar is called Haku Yen!

I was Santa Claus! And this guy here is my pardnerd. He is nice! I like him!

The Solitude of Ikuta Park!!!!!!!

Joy poses in front of that fucking crazy art-museum! That is such a cool place! That's where the postcards come from!

One for my dead homies! And my dad! Father. . . I know that there's the possibility that you read this!!!!!

That's it for now! Wow, isn't Tokyo fucking weird! Actually, FYI, it's normal. . .except when the weekend strikes like a bitch in heat!!!!

English Fortune

Just went to Meiji Jingu, some sort of real old temple in Yoyogi, near Harajuku, which is near Shibuya, where "Lost in Translation" was filmed.
On New Years Day, people love going to temples. So Joy and I did, with J. and R., a fabulous couple who lives in the same guest house as we do.
Over two million people frequent the shrine on New Years. People line up for a long time in droves to see it. But the Japanese are very calm when it comes to queues.
With so many people going, there's a lot of business a doing. Eateries! Carnies! It's all there! We bough hot sake and played with guns!
The temple itself is very natural. Lots of wood and trees. Lanterns and stones. Meiji Jingu is purported to be the luckiest temple in Japan, and I got to make a wish, donate some yen, and pick up a fortune at the end of it all. It took us about three hours to fully go through the line and everything.
I'm not doing this temple any justice here. It's old, beautiful, and I received a good fortune.
After we went for beer and pizza.
Tomorrow we'll go to the Imperial Palace for a brief glimpse of the Japanese Royal Family.