Hit up the barber / time machine by the post office > still 1982 in here with faded photos of Fuji, full series of tattered manga, ashtrays, peeling laminate counters, a pink tv.
Good times with the jolly mon & his straight razor skills. Thumbs up indeed!
Then usual pilgrimage to the post office >> have a dozen lovely people in the “postcard as a subscription service. Plus sent a few archivists & collectors “Jack Kerouac in Kobe” dossier. More to go…
Mixed it up with a different post office than my usual. Amused them with my dossiers covered with inky stamps heading to distant lands and my careful insistence on choosing excellent postage stamps reflecting Japanese culture.
Story: A distinguished gentleman on a small Salish Sea Island was smart/kind enough to order a packet of my custom postcards & shared snaps so you know when you order my art postcards you’re not just getting some mass-produced nonsense in the mail.
Just dropping off a load of dispatches at the post office. Indeed, they are always amused by my stacks of stacks, dispatched to many parts of the world, hopefully to you. Each made with affection and intention.
While finishing up postcards series of paintings of international postboxes from Nepal, Greece, Oman and the Vatican, Dave gleefully riffs about the “finishing touches” including paper choices, inky stamps, Sri Lankan elephant dung paper, scribbly calligraphy letter, an extra card, something about art dossiers and even remembers to tell you he’s having fun and offers a couple of web addresses to get in the time travel.
Rocking a plaid track suit, Dave catches up about an exhibit of postbox haiku and paintings at pal Mac Kobayashi’s goat farm and in Shibuya by dDesign and shares the story of the post box haiku and painting plus details of: Kathmandu, Nepal; Muscat Oman; The Vatican, and Olympia, Greece (including accompanying postcards of course) and riffs about importance of personal archeology and making things for future generations while drinking including coffee and jamu and digression about persimmon chutney.
Special ahoys to Gary, Beth, Arild, Jared, Erin, Sandra, Lance and especially you.
Note: gone “over the wall” for a haircut / yup legit barber for #daveo50 coif.
This fella Touse-san at a neighbourhood shop called 理容タカシマwhich has that “Lost in Showa” vibe i dig (his Dad was previous proprietor)… with a few Heisei updates obv.
Ergo: Shelves of old manga, TV (i asked to turn off), coffee pot, smokes and the like. See for yourself:
Hot, humid days these days… kept it cool whilst waiting. Then, outside to catch a bus at a stop across from this smiley little post office.
Now let’s see if bus is rolling during Obon holiday / yes!
You cant see my sharp haircut and wicked moustache so you’ll just have to dig my legitimate hemp mask.
Walking home from the bus stop…￼ this is my neighbourhood like I live in a Miyazaki movie… though I always think of myself as more of the Zatoichi type (though I skip the sword fighting and just do the part about rescuing damsels in distress, actually now that I think about it… I don’t do that part either, also don’t give good massages (usually)).
Walking home from bus stop / this charcoal wood siding is called Yakisugi (焼杉) / roasted cypress – resists rot, termites etc & renders fire resistant + water repellent. Used widely / lasts decades or centuries.
Anyhow, this is my neighbourhood Tsuchida, (Okayama, Japan). Next step: fresh up the wonderful bathtub for bathtime with the magical Ichiro Stanley / possibly listen to Jimmy Buffett, yes, I’m in that good of a mood.
Note: Some of this riff originally appeared in “real time” via FB social channel to the amusement of many (everyone loves a comically large bootle of hooch!) – shared here for posterity in edited form with several other topics included.
++ Confession ++
Well, i am at risk of irreparably damaging my reputation as a good resident of Okayama as it seems some library books are overdue.
I know! Terrible. Shameful breach of trust.
As such, i will finish this coffee (delicious by the way) and hop on the luxurious Uno Bus (seriously wi-fi, power outlets, clean, comfy, pay-per-stop) to restore my status as a decent human.
I’ve really let myself go off the rails – i’ll try to improve.
PS i will not blame this on this comically huge bottle of saké – seriously, 18 litres and came in a wooden crate. Just when you think Japanese people are all diligent and serious, they pull out this! i mean the logistics of shipping, lifting, holding, pouring alone are baffling
Checkpoint busstop (yes my life does look like a Studio Ghibli movie)
Did i mention the bus has great wi-fi, power outlets, seatback headrest covers, and pay-per-stop system? Uno Bus is truly great.
Also before leaving washed dishes, folded laundry, started rice, composted food scraps, fed rabbit, aerated kobo starter, refilled kerosene heater… and didn’t forget library books(!)
Ryoko’s out of town for 2 nights teaching a tree trimming workshop & stayed in a trad guest house with wooden bath. So cool. And she’s truly incredible (and doing great with pregnancy!)