So tonight, being a depressed mess, I decided to add a couple of more reviews to my site. This time I reviewed two of Morning Musume’s early songs, “summer night town” and “daite hold on me”. I’ll be honest, they didn’t do much to help my depression. Oh, don’t get
Now that I have made clear what the purpose of this blog is going to be moving forward, I feel like I am a little freer to make the posts I want to make, here. So that’s a good thing. Today I’m going to try to put words to something
I have this print in my hallway. It is one of my most treasured possessions. I acquired it because someone pretty much literally threw it away, and this print is really one of the only things that I think I would truly regret losing. I am probably not on the
I promised in an earlier post that I would stop complaining about things I don’t like about Japan or Japanese culture. I am keeping that promise. This post is not intended to be as much a criticism about Japanese culture, as using that topic as a springboard into a deeper
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always
Ten years ago (give or take), I decided to sponsor a child through Children International. The first child they assigned me was an 11 year old girl from the Phillipines. For the past ten years (give or take) I have watched this girl, and several others, grow from being a,
I am something of a fan of Babymetal I do enjoy their music, even though I’m not usually a fan of metal. I think I’ve written about this before, so I won’t go into further detail One thing I have notice (and I may be doing a little bit of
When you’re gone, how can I even try to go on SOS – ABBA When I was young, my parents, myself, and my sibling were travelling to a city on the western side of Michigan. I remember driving down I-94, and they had the radio on. A jazz version of
I’m going to try a different approach to posting today. Let me know if you like it. I have never been to Japan, but many things come to mind when I think of it. I imagine the crisp air of fujisan. The roar of trains, such as the shinkansen, as they