Wednesday, April 26, 2006


As much as I wouldn't have missed Jonathan's funeral for anything, and despite adoring every last minute I spent in Montreal, I'm feeling oddly relieved to be back in Tokyo. Don't get me wrong - I'd still be outta here in T minus 2 seconds given the opportunity - but it's time for me to buckle down, finish my projects. Besides, the water pressure on my shower is awesome.

Some random thoughts on my trip:

* If I had to pick one attribute of Jonathan's that I admire most, it would have to be how accepting he was toward everyone. When I start feeling critical, as I very often do, I'm going to try channeling Jonathan – I'll imagine what he would say or do in that same situation. Wish me luck. I'll need it.

* At the risk of getting blacklisted, a New Yorker friend took me out to brunch at Shopsin's and it was fucking great. Apparently the owner doesn't like getting publicity but I'm thinking it's safe to include an honorable mention on a blog with a very limited readership. They have stuff like mac and cheese pancakes and eggs with Nutella and peanut butter. All kidding aside, they have something like 900 odd-sounding but delectable items on the menu. You'll have to find out where it is for yourself, as intense paranoia deters me from including any further information on the topic.

* It's really jarring when you meet up with people you used to party with in your late teens/early 20s and find them spending their lives in and out of rehab. Call me naïve but I never stopped to consider that possibility. That's just another thing to be grateful for, I guess.

* Montrealers walk briskly. New Yorkers, Tokyoites, Londoners, San Franciscans, Romans, and anyone else in between have nothing on these guys. I'm thinking it's due to the sub-zero temperatures 7 months out of the year.

* America has changed, and not for the better. I've always had a ball on holiday in the States, and it's home to some of the best people on the planet, hands down. U.S. foreign policy has always been fucked but never to the extent I currently observe, in which it permeates every level of daily life for the American hoi polloi with a thick fog of fear and hatred. It's truly a sad state of affairs.

* And for that reason, I would love to live in Montreal: Because it's got the beautiful landscapes, cheap prices, and easy living of America – without the unwanted American-ness. I'm doing it, people. If I've learned anything in the last two weeks, it's that you gotta do what you gotta do.... and you'd better do it soon because you don't know what's going to happen.

* But on the other hand, I do feel like Jonathan just knew, though perhaps not consciously. For instance, he had booked a flight to go home for Easter, and he did end up using it – though not exactly the way he'd planned. I find solace in believing that he was able to tie up all his loose ends, as though he were preparing for a trip to a really wonderful place.

* Burlesque is cool. I had the opportunity to check out a show in New York – I omit location details here not consciously but because it was raining sideways at the time and it would have been silly to brave the storm while squinting at the signs outside. The show, which was hosted by a big gay man wearing a sheer blue body condom and bunny ears, featured Miss Saturn and Harvest Moon – two incredibly fetching and sexy young ladies with some serious moves (and multiple hula hoops in the case of Miss Saturn, which explains her moniker). Contrary to my initial misgivings, burlesque is nothing like stripping, which I see as being sad and cheesy. Sad, cheesy men like strippers, but everyone likes burlesque.


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