returning from japan to new york city is a bit of a reverse culture shock. you go from a country where everyone apologizes, says excuse me, then apologizes again to a city that doesn't give a shit if you're dead or alive. from an immaculately clean subway where nobody talks on the phone to a dingy, piss-riddled mudhole full of self important idealogues and sex-in-the-city divas.
it's funny how things can seem annoying when
you are immersed in them, only for you to miss them when they are gone. even if the excess of politeness does indeed bemoan its disingenuity.
anyway, i am super-jet lagged and it's more about missing the company than anything else. more can be found at my photoblog.
we visited tokyo, kyoto, osaka, and nara. some highlights included ringing the temple bells on new year's eve, eating fresh hot green tea flavoured machi, downing sake with dissident young locals, getting a heating patch from drunk japanese chicks, arriving at a zen garden after wandering down a highway just as it closes, a lot of empty stares and overwhelming cuteness ad nauseam, cheapass cell phones, most excellent food (including japanese pizza and octopus pancakes), matcha, japanese pajamas, and visiting the oldest Buddhist temple in japan and largest wooden building (and bronze Buddha) in the world.
This post is philosophical and introspective-y.
This post is a personal receipt.
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