I’m planning to do a lot of updating and refiguring of my blog space existence here on the interwebs so things might seem a little odd. I’ll probably be adding one or two more layers to my personal blogosphere to spam you all with. Not going to apologize for it. Because I wrote myself into a corner on that one. Anyway, might have noticed a change in the overall look. Not sure if I’m going to keep it. Depends on how much time I’m willing to spend on learning WordPress.
Anyway, if you’d rather stab ice picks in your eyes rather than read this theme (just based on the appearance not the content, I already know that’s awful as is) be sure to let me know or there’s a chance it might stay this way.
Last week I was given a gift. A ticket out of the city for a day. So not knowing what to do I went where my friend suggested, a little place called Hamamatsu. This sleepy stop on the shinkansen line is famous for eel and gyoza. Neither of which I was able to sample on the trip.
Getting there took about four hours by the slow train as our magic escape tickets did not allow access to bullet trains. Given our need to return the same night that left us only about 4 hours to sightsee. Fortunately it was well worth it. One or two stations away from Hamamatsu is the Suzuki Motors main factory and museum.
I was not expecting to be so entertained by a museum about a car company. One floor was dedicated to making a car from the start in a board room design meeting to final manufacture. There was even a robot!
The next floor was the grand history of the Suzuki motor corporation. Unfortunately the museum began to close as we were only halfway though this part and the final tour was rushed. This was a sad thing as the history floor was much more interesting, and entertaining!
After we were ushered out to the tune of “Old Lang Syne”, (so many places use that song to indicate closing times here!) the sun was setting and so was our time for the trip. We wanted to go to the observatory of the tallest building in town but it closed before we could get there. C’est la vie. Anyway, lots of pictures with my old crappy camera to follow. Enjoy!
Ten years ago, I was a sophomore in college. I hadn’t learned how to drive. I couldn’t speak a word of Japanese. I still thought I could make Chemistry work for me as a career. I was still a virgin. My male-pattern baldness hadn’t manifested yet. I had never been outside of the US. I did not own a passport. I had a fat redneck for a roommate. We argued about whether or not NASCAR qualified as a sport. We fought over where to keep the thermostat.
Ten years ago, my radio turned on around 9am, as it always did when I remembered to set the alarm. Usually, if we were lucky, music would play. Classic rock. If we were unlucky it would be a commercial or ten. Loud and effective as an alarm but not interesting.
Ten years ago, however, the alarm played nothing but fearful noise. Broken, unsure, confused, and frightened noise. My roommate turned on the TV and we stood watching until everything had ended. Empty, I took a shower. I couldn’t think of what else to do. I went to class.
Ten years ago, I and the world changed. That’s something hard to forget. I wouldn’t want to and hope I never do.
I’ve started this up to hopefully kickstart some kind of writing for a living style of life. Don’t expect this to hang around much.