When we run away, it’s usually to North Otago.
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cold discipline for solo travellers
From the category archives:
Embedded below the cut is a slideshow of my holiday photos from Tokyo, Yokohama and around the Kantō region. These images form an incomplete record of my trip, since several of my friends worked on the “best camera takes the pictures” principle, and mine was never the best. Let the achronological record begin!
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I wafted in, on the scent of the last of the cherry blossoms.
Everywhere were tiny elegances.
Even the urging toward civic-minded behaviour was done with grace, albeit an authoritarian grace.
These TwitPic images are ripped from my phone. I hope to assemble a wider composite of my adventures with a certain amount of help from from my flickry (which I’m still editing) and my friends’ lovely photos in the next few days.
ETA: looks like you can’t hotlink to TwitPics.
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Early winter words
23 May, 2009
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I’m working solely with weekend creativity at the moment, as my cold proves difficult to shake and I complete my workplace tasks in a slightly zombified fashion. Or not: I came home sick on Thursday and spent most of yesterday in bed. I dislike minor illness with a passion. It fails in its role as memento mori, since it places one in the class of walking wounded only, but at the same time it incapacitates the body enough for the mind to get on to some really first-class worrying. Thus my catarrh and neuroses feed each other and Arthur gets woken in the middle of the night as I run my hands along his sides to make sure, for no reason, that he’s still breathing. From the same location, the señor orders me not to sleep on my back, so he isn’t woken by my cold-related sleep apnœa, wondering, should I wake her and tell her to breathe, or not?
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