slipping into gap of time/space

beautiful with awe. 

Jiyugakuen Ashitakan

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

-Frank lloyd Wright

as if nothing has been changed,

  i stayed home alone, stroking my dog, took him for a walk around my home,
  randomly chose a book from the bookshelf,
 read one of the comic books either of my parents used to read,
 put on a radio, take a nap, get awake, make a tea for myself,
do it again and again, like i always used to do.

spring has come, a baby has grown.

 it is so unbelievable that my friend's daughter has grown so big!
when I was a kid, everyone says
"oh my gosh, has she already grown this big?! she was just a baby last time I saw!",
and I was wondering why people always get so surprised
even though I am just growing as the time goes by.
but now, I am the one who is surprised.
Time flies. it was probably what was happening among those grown-ups.
I am now a bit sad to know this.

small Friday night with Jazz

so, finally here I came. after work, alone.

"いーぐる", a small classic Jazz place in Yotsuya.

an old man with glasses, on the little corner, 

that must be his special seat on Friday night.

doing nothing, even without a book or cellphone, 

sipping a coffee and gives himself to the sound of jazzy trumpet.

noise + coffee = strange comfort.

went to Akihabara Goodman to see Triple Fire.
it was sunday night, so we had a cup of coffee instead of beer.
distorted sound of noise were being discharged
through the thick door of the live house,
and melted together with caffein.

yes, bagels.

   second time to bake bread in my life. pretty nice.

"Rumble", enclosure of 1960s in Shinjuku basement.

home made rask with honey butter.

     easy and yummmm

so crazy, so weird

so many TV reporters...

aw huge robster!

and so is the wedding cake..

just like a scene from Disney world, 

...on the way home, we were exhausted.

some cuisine from Moomin Valley.

mental sketch modified, of us, of a little night.

"Nanatsu-Mori", a small cafe in Koenji was named after Kenji Miyazawa's a poem,

屈折率

七つ森のこつちのひとつが

水の中よりもつと明るく

そしてたいへん巨きいのに

わたくしはでこぼこ凍つたみちをふみ

このでこぼこの雪をふみ

向ふの縮れた亜鉛あえんの雲へ

陰気な郵便脚夫きやくふのやうに　　

（またアラツデイン　洋燈ラムプとり）

急がなければならないのか

this is so beautiful that I have even no confidence in translating it.

This makes me sick. however.

According to the official web-page of well-known pizza buffet,

 "Shakey's", was"opened in a remodeled grocery store

 in Sacramento, California 

in 1954 by Sherwood 'Shakey' Johnson.

it was originally established as "ye public house" 

for pizza & beer, Johnson indulged his passion 

for Dixieland jazz and added live ragtime music to mix, 

featuring banjos and player pianos 

throughout his rapidly expanding franchise ".

I never knew! how nice. 

...well, I didn't feel a scrap of Dixieland jazz and Ragtime 

at Shakey's Shibuya though.

but I love this commercial.