Recently I returned to Japan after a 6 month hiatus in お手町。In the six months, I'd not touched my phone's manner mode. Good to be home.
22 March 2024.
Only 5 shopping months 'til my birthday.
The slacks in the foto were courtesy of the Bumese via Muji USA.
Aeon has a loud and proud history of being on my team.
For more than a decade I've seen these folks toodling around Tokyo.
I first saw them frequently in TheGreatPlace. They were so invariably foreigners, that I suspected they were some kind of club. Some years back I was in Best Buy in Culver City speaking with a manager about his Japan experience. He was the first person with whom I've ever spoken who drove one of these go carts.
I was fascinated to hear of his experience. What fascinated me most, was, when I was a kid, I could not have had this conversation. He was black. Black people were not as widely traveled as crackers. Moreover, the ones that were, were similar to a buddy of mine with whom I went to law school in Tokyo.
Yesterday I was standing at the front desk of my capsule hotel. A young black Westerner walked in whom I'll call Dude. I was in the midst of a cultural conversation with the front desk clerk, whom I'll call Taro. Both the Dude & Taro were of the same generation, not mine.
I went to brekkie, and returned. I asked Taro if he knew what company Dude would be the CEO of in 20 years. Taro replied he did not know, and I replied, neither do I.
