July, 2010
It's another hot morning. The morning sun is sending its beams directly onto the lower bounds. I feel really tired after yesterday's concert. Some students badly need listenership.
A hot cloudy morning. The last class day of the week at last! The problem is if I can survive the coming 8 or 9 hours.
It is still hot in the tram. The air-conditioner conditions the air's temperature but not its smell. It smells stuffy.
Yesterday, I started using the Twitter for real. I might as well use it for a large scale concerning career education.
It's raining so hard. The air smells damp and acrid. I hear raindrops falling. It sounds like tens of thousands of faucets are developing their water out in millions of drips. I have fitted out my Twitter in Japanese, while I have been using Facebook in English. Should I have second thoughts about using Hatena in Japanese and Blogger in English? Everything should be organized around branding myself. I have no time to waste.
To twitter, or to grumble? That is the question. Or to grouch? Boyaki sounds suited to the twitter. However, I want to be positive, or have to live positively toward the end of my career. I have only several years left.
Another cloudy morning after yesterday's being a rainy day. A high-rise apartment building has built on the eastern of the station, which shed a long shadow to ease the morning sun. I've got a seat on the morning commuting train. Of course, it's Sunday today. No wonder!
The
This morning, it was so fine and bright that every and any leaf had its own dark side, shadows. “(O)nly in dark the light, … bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.” (from The Creation of Ea) The world is fringed with shadows.
Thick greens are sinking in the light rain. Trains are delayed for half an hour. Rains are sometimes troublesome.
The Tanabata Day has a foggy morning. Or does the air contain so much humid that the greens over there seem to be masked?
On the train, two girl students are busy cramming for their music test, probably this morning's. One remembers perfectly which part starts in which bar in which major/minor in Bach's Fughetta.
The shadow of the opposite apartment building gives us a relief in such a fine hot summer morning. How do you dare to be a teacher on such a stout day?
A day of work has finished, watching the movie Ooku for a little more than 2 hours. The viewing gave certain tired feeling.
Another cloudy morning with a lot of humid around me. Is it only around me? Or around the world? Around the Universe? Is it wet or dry in the space?
It's still something like the darkness before the dawn. The clouds are so thick that even the
A fine morning was not so hot, but it's getting hotter to ward the
A cloudy morning has been leading to a rainy afternoon.
"Not there. Not on the sea. Not on the sea but on dry land: what land? Before the springs of the open sea, beyond the sources, behind the gates of daylight ---" (Le Guin, p.190) Where am I going? Not there. Not in the world. Before the
It's so hot on the platform. Hot and wet. The fine but steady rain is adding humid to the air. I wonder why the temperature below our body and water which our body also contains can give us such an unpleasing feeling.
It's a very windy morning. Is the warm weather front passing northward so as to bring the summer after it? The House of Councilors election has passed. What to leave after it?
The rain is going down softly and lightly at Ten'noji. However wet the rain makes it, there could be a blessing rain. However confusing the result might look, could there be a blessing election?
It suddenly restarted raining. It had rained hard last
I have segregated my habitats in the Facebook and/or the Twitter. The next question is how to form a new community suitable for the Twitter. More specifically speaking, with whom I should start recruiting.
It's raining wetly. So wetly, that every inch of the air feels to be stuffed with water, humid, vapor, whatever you may call it.
I don't want to lose to anybody, any game.
A jungle. The thickness of the greens is that of a jungle. The damp of the air is that of a jungle. Is the law of the business that of a jungle?
Cicadas! Just a little bit of the summer sun shine gives us cicadas singing.
The tram is being invaded with the spillover (or spill-in?) of the hot air outside. Once the door is shut, it is a world apart of the outside world. The separateness seems rather ridiculous today.
A very very hot morning even from the very start of the day. Finishing the morning routines, I'm heading toward school to take care of the club. It will be another hot day.
My right elbow has been aching since a couple of days ago. I shouldn't have bitten off more than I could chew. The question is whether I should ask ECC or TOEFL Seminar to send someone to explain TOEFL.
It's sweating hot at
Another very hot morning. I'm sweating even before drying the washings.
It's so sweating! I have sweated a lot even before getting to Ten'noji-ekimae Stop. Two more days! Two more days, and I will be freed somewhat. Not thoroughly, but at least somewhat.
The last class day before the summer holidays is another melting hot day. I really feel grateful to the apartment building in the east of the station.
Sitting on the tram, I'm thinking of the coming day, 1 English Expression class, 1 Comprehension Study class, general cleaning, and then general meeting of students. It sounds I'm having a very general morning. Later in the afternoon, I will have trilateral confabulation. That will make another hard day.
We are having the SEC camp at Nagai Youth Hostel today, and tomorrow. I have to consolidate questionnaires.
Just too hot! I can hardly bear the hotness. I should have left home earlier, as early as I usually do. This morning, I'm heading to the Nagai Youth Hostel, which is closer than the school. I'm taking the train more than 1 hour later than usual. We have barely a shadow. The sun beams are much stronger.
Here I am in Nagai YH. It's blessing cool inside the building. Compared with the outside, it's just a heaven.
Another infernally hot day.
I'm visiting Seiko Gakuen on such a hot day to take care of the club without the help of the coach. It will be another tiresome day.
It's head-emptying hot this morning. My head has been almost faded out.
I bought a 420-yen Japanese lunch box in Ten'noji Station this morning, and moved on to the tram stop. The
The Twitter might be a good answer for the school public relations. That will enable each doer of each educational activity to send out the information of the activity. That will make the school public relations more efficient and speedier than carrying it out via a transmitter of various information.
Yesterday was a laboring day. I cleaned the male locker room in the morning, and helped remove pieces of furniture in an ALT's apartment room.
Today is, meanwhile, another hot day. Hot is hot, but, as it is very cloudy, it's not so hot as it has been for about a week.
The Twitter might also coordinate school public relations with information generators' personal branding and carrier development.
I am trapped in a prison. As such, my notebook is Prison Notebook. Americans sound to believe partisanship is the evidence or proof of political sophistication. If so, being sophisticated just means being automatic. Is sophistication merely automatism?
It seems that I have always been pursuing "interdisciplinary projects” which “are almost always the most difficult to finance” or to win approval, “because it is difficult to identify ... agencies who will also be interested in breaking down barriers." (Marco Iacooni, "Mirroring People", 2008, Picador,
A hot morning after the rain is very humid. Having washed out, the greens look a bit refreshed, and are simmering in the morning sun shine.
Iacooni says, "The subjects who knew a lot about politics were the ones who responded quickly and with consistent attitudes. The subjects who didn't know nearly as much took a long time to respond and then did so 'inconsistently.'" (Marco Iacooni, "Mirroring People", 2008, Picador,
If I give you inconsistent ideas consistently, am I consistent, or inconsistent? Does the consistency mean that I will get caught in every and any trap? If so, even the freedom might mean that we walk around along the prison wall.
The sky seen in the prison.
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