kinoko san
it seems so easy, but difficult… just go for something what you love.
Posted by anyway | reply »i try to stop drinking coffee.
you taught me that the coffee would be better if you fold the flaps of the cone-shaped paper coffee filter. the bottom flap to one side, the side flap to the other. i didn’t really believe you at the time, it seemed like such an unimportant detail, but i wanted to be polite and said, oh i see, following your instructions. but later, when you were not around, i became lazy, placing the filter into the coffee maker without the careful creases, still thinking that the coffee tasted great. later still, a nice coffee machine with its own reusable mesh filter, and i did not have to think about you and your careful, creased paper cones. i tried to stop drinking coffee. but now, years later, another apartment, another city, no coffee maker. the coffee here is pretty good, but the cafés are expensive. i gave in and bought one of those plastic one-cup drip filters. started making coffee again every day. the motion came back to me, and i’ve started folding the flaps of the paper cone again, the bottom flap to one side, the side flap to the other. i still wonder if the coffee tastes better. still think of you every day.
Posted by 丫 | more »jan (some say a sorry is all it takes)
wednesday. i meant to post more on wednesday. but i forgot to buy electricity. again. another romantic candle-lit evening for one, making your absence all the more present. jan. we spent a whole day together on wednesday. i was half an hour late and half an hour early. she always amazes me. she is in her mid-sixties and usually works seven days a week, traveling all over china for her job on the weekend. i found out she studied japanese for three years and she recently applied for a job in a small town near sapporo. she’s interested in ainu culture. she says the people she knows in japan are not into art and culture so it is difficult to find people to take her to museums when she is there. she feels japanese are less into their own culture than the chinese. this makes her sad. she took me to hip bellagio restaurant across the street from her house. we shared crispy fried doufu. she has funny hair. it’s shaved at the bottom all the way round and she ties the rest up into a short ponytail on the top of her head. her hair is white with strands of grey. it’s hard to imagine her with different hair. she gets lonely sometimes. she prefers loneliness in china to loneliness in australia. we went to the toy market together. i was her bargain girl. i’m really good when i’m buying for other people. we bought tiny toy cars, a wooden domino choo-choo train, a wooden calendar, a suspension bridge, wooden shoes to practice tying your laces, a horse, a wooden bottle game, a wooden chocolate cake and a wooden strawberry cookie baking set. and i bought london bridge for myself to use in class. when we got back to her house i asked her if i could stay another five minutes to look at the cookie baking set. i love the eggs. they come in a tiny carton of six and you can separate them into an egg white part and an egg yolk part. i forgot. but she mentioned it again. she was teaching ‘i get tired of’ because she says it all the time. and a four-year-old says: “i get tired of japan”.
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