Hi again

[cjsmith]

My hotel room in Shibuya-ku (Tokyo) also has free Internet access, if you know enough to go down to the front desk and snag a cable.

I have now slept on a futon in a room covered with tatami mats and enclosed by rice paper doors. I have eaten things I do not ever want to know the name of. I have probably walked ten cumulative miles inside train stations. I have learned where to go to purchase nonfunctional demo models of cellphones, the gazillion-knob toilet seats, a Walkman the size of a lipstick case, or a dishwasher the size of my purse. I have learned not to answer the phone "Moshi-moshi" unless I am completely prepared to continue the conversation in Japanese. (oops.)

No matter how yummy the picture in the advertisement looks, I am *not* ordering out for octopus and mayonnaise pizza. No. Even if it weren't thirty-six dollars.

Square dancing tomorrow.

(ps: it's 7:50pm.)

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[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Today's adventure was walking from Ueno Park (where everything was closed, oops) to Asakusa, a bustling shopping arcade. Halfway there we found, completely by accident, Restaurant Supply Street. We saw the little plastic models of food shown in every single restaurant window, we saw chopsticks by the gross, chairs, display cabinets, octopus ball fryers, tea whisks... everything. I bought a pizza, plastic of course, cut into a jigsaw puzzle. :-)

Balls. Balls. Ballsballsballs heehee!

[ericainohio.livejournal.com]

Not to be confused with gross chopsticks, of course.

The little plastic models of food would attract me no matter what country I was in. Heh.

You haven't lived until you own a plastic pizza cut into a jigsaw. LOL!