What was the time, again?

Some clouds, 24C (28C)
technically T -18 days

I didn't pack at all, today. I went to Nara to meet up with Masaru at heijyoukyou, and actually intended to get home around 6 and try to pack a little, but then we went wandering around Nara park a little, and then to find some dinner, ate dinner, and spent a few hours getting to the train where I caught the LAST one, and Masaru caught the last one heading in the right direction but would miss his final connection. We must've walked, like, 12 kilometers.

I haven't had a conversation like that in... not weeks or months, but years. YEARS. It covered so much ground--from some travel experiences (his is much, much more extensive than mine as the longest I've spent traveling is three months and he's ended up traveling for three years) to population genetics (one of the books I'm reading right now) to views on family (polygamy, polyandry, polyamory and what it means to see peers marry and reproduce) to exotic cuisines (like how to prepare brain dishes) and the price and quality of meats in Japan to ethics in civic law (bans on smoking and national educational curriculums) to God (is there one?) to abortion (should it be allowed?)... Maybe we will meet again next weekend for Gion Matsuri, if I can get enough packing done. But probably not...

Anyway, I just got home a little bit ago, took a shower and made some toast. A good day, even if it wasn't really productive at all. Oh, and of course we both squeed a bit over the surround-view video at Heijyoukyou. The refurbished garden was considerably less exciting.

Writing

Light rainshowers, 27C (30C)
T -18 days

According to this thing, I write like Dan Brown... Not too sure how I feel about that. Or James Joyce (in a few places...). My post about not liking children is like H.P. Lovecraft. My post about Ishiyama-dera and Moriyama is in the style of Vladimir Nabokov. Call me illiterate, but I've never actually read any of these authors. Though I have just read their wikipedia pages. At any rate, I think it's flawed to say the least. Of course children are like evil gods and writing about a foreign thing I'm likely to use foreign words--simply mixing languages may well have pegged me as Nabokovian, which is just silly. And I live abroad, so that's the Joyce connection.... not terribly impressive.

And such. Maybe I'll write something substantial, later. Maybe I won't.

I also did not do any packing, today. I probably won't. Just thinking about it is exhausting.