What's flumpool !?

I don't know what flumpool is. But if this is any indication:


I don't think I want to know. But what's that, you say? It's probably just Japanese being all weird and Japanese with random English thrown in, and I'm just getting a cheap Orientalizing laugh out of something harmless? Maybe. But then how do you explain...

this?



It's Saturday night, and I am sitting in my apartment, having just eaten three sticks of beef jerky, a small bag of Haribo gummy colas, and eight pieces of sushi, fish type unknown. Dave Brubeck is playing in the background, and I am completely alone, more or less by choice.

Went out to Gifu last night - Jacob wanted me to spin records with him at a big party at the Treehouse. Said it'd go all night, it was really bumpin'. This turned out to be untrue. I show up and there's less than twenty people, but I suppose that's ok. Jacob is completely ignoring me, and in no way needs my help playing music - I'd spin one thirty-minute album all night. But I did get to play some poker - made a cool 17,500 yen, which comes out to about $175 US. Cleaned out the table.

Still, I was upset I didn't get to spin, which is the only real reason I went out. And everyone was kind of pissed at the young stranger who showed up and kicked their asses, which I guess is legit. And I was kind of drunk and pissed at Jacob (what else is new), so I ended up blowing that joint and giving my buddy Dak a call and hung out with him and, of all people, Scottie (this is why I hate going out).

Scottie wanted twenty dollars worth of chu-hi, which is like alcoholic soda, so I ran out and bought some food and all that chu-hi, though I learned the next day it was diet chu-hi and may or may not have been alcoholic (although it said alcohol 8%, so who the hell knows). Fortunately, they cut me a break since they did send the drunk kid who doesn't know Japanese out to buy it - what can you expect.

Woke up at 7:30am on Dak's floor. First words out of my mouth were "I'm just lying here listening to you guys talk," not realizing I had dozed off at all or that the sun was out (or was, you know, sitting behind a bunch of gray clouds). I was probably still drunk, and could've passed back out but decided to get up and go home and pass out in my own bed, in case the package from my parents came (it did).

So I gathered my records and walked five minutes to the train station, where I had fifteen minutes to kill - just missed one. Went to the Mister Donut on the first floor and had myself a pink frosted donut and a small coffee, then caught the train and biked home. Saw my boss leaving the apartment as I was biking in. It was funny, I'd seen him last night as I was leaving the apartment and he was coming home. I'm sure I looked like a drunken wreck, and there's no way he couldn't know I'd been out all night somewhere. But hey, ain't no law against spending the night somewhere else.

Slept til three. Did jackshit all day. Listened to a bunch of minitapes my parents sent me, all sorts of weird conversations and noises on them - gotta be selective about what I record over, half that stuff is sonic gold. Got a new plan for how to set up my recording sound, but it's a secret. Shouldn't be too long now, though - expect some recorded material from me in the near future.

I've also recently grasped the notion of space-time. I've always known about it and got it on a "smart people say this so it must be true" kind of way, but talking with Jacob this past week, it hit me one night that everything is eternally present and that there is no time, time is just the delay it takes for our mind's to observe the changes that are taking place around us. Everything is ever-present and ever-changing; the future exists at the same time as the present, but every action done at every moment ripples across the fabric and changes the rest of it, or what we conceive of as the "future." Then we experience it in an action-reaction-type cycle, with some sort of causality inferred. But everything is always changing, like a screen full of static all buzzing and shifting, the past and the present and the future and everything, it's all just one big thing that stretches to infinity and it's in constant flux, and we just perceive it on a delay, our consciousness can only interpret it as some sort of "time" taking place because we can never perceive anything in real-time, it's always formulating in our heads a little after the fact, and that's what we perceive as existence, as history, as ourselves. If we lived like animals, there would be no time. There is no time when you are a baby and you don't understand what's happening around you, your mind isn't developed enough to capture the imprints and mentally categorize it and store it.

Anyway, I'm blathering about stuff that everyone else either already knows or probably doesn't care to (after all, it's kind of weird to think of yourself as just a stitch in a tapestry stretching to infinity, constantly changing as it blows in the wind). I know the real reason everyone comes here is for my hilarious experencies with Japanese culture. So with that, I invite you to return to the beginning of this post, as I go record some music or watch a movie or something.

Peace!