

yep, captains of dispute resolution. it's not an album name, or an intentionally awkward t-shirt phrase, it's the ambition of the hitotsubashi legal program.
trapped on the edge of japanese culture.
It's slowly getting warm enough to venture outside the house after sunset. I doubt we've broken a daytime high of 12 degrees (54 or so F) so far this year, but it wont be much longer. The sakura are due to bloom in the next few days, and then even the cruel, cruel mother of aomori nature can't hold out on us, can she?
It's not warm enough yet to turn off my heater, or to spring clean my back room . I got a good, long look at the room while I was looking for my diploma, which may or may not be in this country. I bumped into my suitcases back there too. In less than a 100 days, they'll be overfilled with all my junk.
There was a short break in the 7 month long cloud yesterday, so I went photographering. This is a photo of part of the roster at Jasmac, the biggest of the night palaces in Aomori.
In principle, its kind of like a shopping mall of very small bars. In practice it looks like a hotel with a sign over each door, and a small bar in each room in place of an uncomfortable bed with a dirty cover sheet.
That one really is called "ill na na". That means two things: #1, I've got to go; #2, Foxy Brown's got some explaining to do.