Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
...
These silver-hairs are busy inspecting a small pack of gourmet dogfood that one of them has purchased. It's that cute. No, not the dog on the package..the package itself.
I guess that's more important than breaking a hip.
Doesn't matter really; they'll be standing on the train with or without the broken hip because nobody ever seems to let them sit..
..'cept for me.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Tricky.
Reminds me of that one story from 'I, Robot.' where the (of corse) robot tries to spread the logic equally between the 2 commands by choosing a distance midway between the two.
I had one in the train and one on the platform.
The station is neatly tucked away, on a branch line, between two stations and not listed anywhere on the platform..except for on this map.
The trains are not frequent, giving the traveller time to sufficiently second guess himself.
Practice.
'It's morning. Now I'm walking and studying Japanese.'
Today, for the first time here, I bought an English newspaper for the English and not for the news.
..and conducting informal traffic volume and demographic studies on the Tokyo public transport system.
Yeah. I said it.
It's amazing what a difference 10 - 15 minutes makes.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
It's Called 'Elevator' Music For A Reason..
Clean..
Manga so I can brush up on my Japanese..
Ample toiletpaper..
Hooks to hand my bag, jacket AND umbrella..
Soothing colours..
Touchless handdryers, taps and autoflush..
I've never seen a cleaner public toilet - in a subway station no less..
Now if they'd only get rid of the elevator music.
'Dear Japanese toilet design team: Barry Manillow is ALREADY elevator music; you don't have to take the words out and jazz it up.'
Now if they only had soap..