Today is one of those days in Hong Kong when the sky tips over and water pours out and someone or something forgets to right the sky to end the deluge. It's also one of those days where I would typically sleep, unceasingly, until the rain stopped. But I somehow decided not to do that today.
I woke up and:
ate a cheese and egg sandwich on French baguette, only US$2 at CitySuper (the bread, I mean)
gathered up the poetry manuscript and tossed it on the bench
thought about coffee, put on my rainjacket and bought some bottled water instead, bought a paper, too
began work on an advertising brief for my friend, Thu, in Vietnam
looked at the box of Crest Whitestrips and wondered if I would be able to find time to whiten my teeth today
That's a lot for the morning, and it's not even 11 am yet. So, I look over at my wooden pig, a three-legged wood carving given to me by a former student, and I wish myself luck. It will take a while for the water to seep into my blood and for the minerals to replenish my dyhdrated system, but within a few minutes, I should be able to start work for real.
I think in general it's better to work on a rainy day because otherwise torpor sets in. Oh, I just looked at my scuba diving log and I think I'll distract myself with memories of the Cebu Sea.
I would have to say that Japan is the most technologically profuse country I have ever lived in. And the technology is really in synch with people's lives. There were TVs at the sushi bar and almost every man and woman I saw was using their mobile phones to watch videos, TV or play games.
Where do they get all the money for that stuff?
