Nov 11 2003
This was a surprise, coming across this, Neil Gaiman’s Journal. Interesting reading his words as a regular member of this world. And to listen to him speaking about everyday things. And as a writer, always good to hear the advice.
Nov 11 2003
Maybe because November winds are blowing and daylight is stopping short of 5 o’clock Tokyoites have moulted into blacks and greys and seem more sombre than ever on the trains.
Nov 02 2003
What a bizarre little story (US military takes tough line against soldiers who wed Iraqis, and so telling of the very attitudes that would make two peoples take up arms against one another.
Nov 01 2003
Gathering around the water hole to share each other’s thirst must be as old as time itself; nearly all communal creatures do it, from willows crowding the river’s edge, to ants at a strip of spilled water on a baking pavement, giraffes and elephants stepping to the swamp’s edge, to moose at the forest boundary and brown bears swiping for salmon. Water is life and water is the common denominator. We humans have perfected the art of carrying the water off and slaking our thirst in relative safety.
A German/ Filipino/ African-American who grew up in Japan, it's not really my genes that matter to me, but the timbre of place and kinship. If there is anything I would rather be doing, that would be a long walk in the hills, be it alone with my camera and sketchbook, or with a good, like-minded friend.
