Saturday Set

My set is all decided -- the music is all there, the order is generally decided, and I love it all. It remains to be seen whether that holds true for anyone else, as I will be ranging from classics to classic cheddar to some absolutely rockin' rhythms. Starting with a well-known Groove Armada track, and making the trek through things like Goldfrapp, Space Cowboy, Rihanna, Soft Cell, Blondie, J-Lo, Kylie, Franz Ferdinand, Arctic Monkeys all they way down to a complete unknown (unless you were or are a fan of the Canadian music scene about 8 years ago) called Pure. Looking forward to it. I am thinking though that I might do well to try and switch for the first set. I know, giving up the prestige of the last set is a big step down, however I am wavering in my belief that I can actually stay awake until 2am and be enthusiastic about it. Hmmmm....

Oooh, and now I have another job interview -- this one on June 24th in Hiroshima. I think they are perversely picking the days I have commitments on purpose - a friends wedding nijikai is a little hard to get out of.

Spiderweb

Once again all wound up in music. Planning and plotting and dreaming about my next set at Hi! High? for the World Cup Party. Should prove a busy day, as I have to catch a 6:30am bus to Osaka for a 2 hour job interview at 11am. Arriving back in Yonago at 6:30, I rush straight off to Hi!High? to mess with the decks before going home to change and eat dinner. My 1am set will be followed by a PTA volleyball tournament the next morning. I seriously think the world is having me on right now. Maybe I can use the excuse of my messed up back to get out of it?? (My kids -- I love 'em, but the little bastards are trying to break me.)

Beautiful Blogger

I don't know the hows or the whys, but it seems Blogger had dug up and resurrected all my old blog posts from before the dreaded deletion. And as such, I am making an effort to transfer them all back in to my current blog. So, if you have both time and inclination, have a look and see where my head has been.

Wednesday

I only just got back from 5 days off, and already I am wishing it was summer. Only Wednesday and praying for Friday. Actually, was already praying for Friday yesterday, which does not bode well for my mental state. I have all my classes prepared until next Monday, and it won't take much to make sure that is ready too, as I have only one class left to plan that day. I am just feeling very, very tired, and I am not sure why. Oh well, it will pass, as it always does.

Hanging with Cheap Haji

Hanging with cheap Haji in the Hagi on the beach,
Mowing down on natsumikan soft cream in the heat,
The Ell's'appelles and I regretting looking washed out from bleach.
Stealing cheap Haji's shoes, and burning what I can,
It's no wonder my new misnomer suggests a pyromaniacs leanings,
As dirty t-shirts, lacquered chopsticks and unclean cutting boards entered into the breach.
"Buurrrrrrn!" "Burrrrn!" said with a Scottish burr and a J-land lilt,
While I couldn't help laughing halfway through, "Burrrghhahaahaaaha!"
After consuming the wine, the gin, I ventured forth into Irn-Brew!
That's right, I have discover the secret recipe for Irn-Brew, or at least the adult version.
Take one bottle of Finlandia cranberry vodka and mix generously with Mitsuya cider.
The sugar and teeth rotting nature is lacking, however the general essence is there,
And now the most popular drink in Scotland can be reproduced anywhere
(In the confines of Japan that Mitsuya cider is sold, or where a fair likeness).
5 hours cycling around in the sun were we the clever ones,
Proven the next day by the redness of our arms and soreness of our bums.
Definitely an experience of the "deserves to be repeated" sort.

(Poetry is so completely not my bag... My apologies to those for whom it is.)

Devil's Eyebrows

I have a 2nd year boy who has perfect devil's eyebrows. He does nothing to them, being too young to care, they just grow that way -- arching out into a point just enough outside of the centre to give him a constant appearance of mischieviousness. I can easily imagine him with horns and a tail, or even with a villian's curling, drooping handlebar moustache hiding his intentions, with a black top hat casting shadows over his eyes as he leers and laughs at the young heroine tied to the train tracks in front of him. All this, and he is only 6 years old.