
haha... So I told you how hard it was to really know where that lemon camera store was?
This is one of the signs downstairs. One of the few that has english on it to boot. Happily the people upstairs are all very friendly regardless of race, but they don't exactly roll out the red carpet in the lobby...

and speaking of the lobby... yeah. Nice, but how is this supposed to attract customers?
Then again, the store is always pleasantly busy. Never full, but never empty feeling either. Hrm. Guess they sorta know what they're doing.
Also, the ipod touch isn't coming out in japan for another month. Or rather, it is *techinically* already out here, but nobody can see it or play with it in any of the stores for about another month. waaa. I wanna see it already!!

Ginza at night is very twinkly.

So! I spent all of thursday and absolutely all of friday working on homework for this block class I'm taking. A block class you say? "But harry! You are an illustrator! You make beautiful beautiful works of art using tools of line, not of form!"
And to this I respond, "I dunno. it came recommended. *shrug.*"
Also so far it has been all sorts of awesome, so I'm definately not complaining.
But anyways, Yeah. I spend a good solid six hours on thursday, and then another *solid* eight hours on friday.
And I'm not talking "yeah, I spent like eight hours man. oh, and I grabbed some pizza too. And watched a movie. And took a nap. But like, really I worked alot!"
No. Solid. My spinal cord was probably suffering from internal bleeding by the end.
And I wasn't alone either. Because we work with little foam block cutting machines me and a few other students were working solidly the whole time in one of Musabi's many classrooms. And man, musabi students have some *major* work ethic. They just sat right down and worked and worked.
No complaining, no trying to cut corners, just solid work. Made me try a hell of alot harder to live up to the standard they were setting...
And in the end I had a bunch of blocks that all interlocked and went into a ridiculously overly complicated box I also had to make to put them into.
The whole purpose of this was just to get us accustomed to the foam cutting machines for our *real* assignment this upcoming week. Yeah. 14+ hours to get the hang of a machine. AWESOME.
But the point of this story isn't to bitch, but rather to PRAISE!!
So I come into class with my little box of blocks. I'm pretty happy, no major failings had occured, and I had worked hard. Everybody else had their little boxes too, and so we all seemed pretty happy.
Now what I was expecting was for the teacher to come around and carefully inspect every tiny little block for flaws, and then give a critique and then yadda yadda yadda etc. Like at Pratt. You know, you do the work, then spend the rest of the class doing critiques.
NO. He told us to dump the blocks out on the table in front of us... *AND THEN HAVE A RACE TO SEE WHO COULD BUILD THE TALLEST TOWER FIRST.*
FUCK YEAH! haha, while we did this he came around and inspected them, but in a very friendly way. He also had us make designs with the blocks, portraits, and elements of musabi.
Everybody had worked their asses off and they had *known* that they were just doing it for themselves. Not because there was a fear of getting yelled at. I found this to be awesome.
now what I'm going to do with all these blocks I have no idea...

and to end! A semmi.
I love semmi! Even though they are loud, they are also adorable, and very very stupid.
By the way. If you didn't figure it out, a semmi=cicada. But really stupid.



















































