Vessel Log: 2009 02 11

: opening the opportunities of the future starts in your own backyard. Move the office from the bedroom to the kitchen. Hammer and nails, polish the machine, a new member to the arsenal. Oodori Park is flooded in people, snow and ice monuments. Susukino early arrival. Ice sculptures lining the street; fish embedded, flashing lights, Suntory whiskey. Miles of signs, stacked like a used bookstore. A puppy in the window, tail wagging, jumping at its cage. Susukino Station where waiting is balanced by the stream of strangers. Chinese Restaurant in a neighborhood where jaw-and-fang-like icicles and snow drift overrun wooden additions. They bend and buckle. Upstairs, we say goodbye to H.Y.-san. Moving to Tokyo, getting married. Dances, Okinawan folk songs, email exchanges. Karaoke at Thriller and a mad dash to catch the 11:25 local. Rode home with a neighbor. Our mangled languages a source of entertainment for both us and others.