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I should really learn to say no…but it’s mostly easy money and it’s always an adventure.


I got a night-before gig call from Matsudo. Yup, our favorite half-Russian half-Egyptian restaurant with the ever shifting name and food focus. If any of you arrive in my hood needing to sip borscht and a to smoke a shisha while surrounded by nesting dolls, papayrus, propaganda posters and a few saidi canes, I’ve got your needs covered. Wanna listen to Lady Gaga while soaking in all the mixed-up media? You’re at the right place.


Sweating and swearing and boobies )


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Let's give thanks to Kazu once more.

This Wednesday he'll be helping me take my range top to a recycle shop. The move means that I change gas types ( from city gas to propane) and I had to buy a new two-burner range top and grilly thing...and my current one is good (and I've cleaned it) but schelping it for 15 minutes to the recycle shop by myself would mean a fairly sore back and arms.

Thursday night I have a dance rehearsal in Tokyo and Friday evening is the night I have to go get the new keys and go with my agent to watch the guys putting in the Hikari/Flets fiber optic lines and such in the new Wednesday night it is. I'll have to cook my next few meals in advance (tomorrow) and nuke them and make my coffee at work if I'm to be a few mornings and nights without a range top.

It's not totally one-sided. It's not like I don't help Kazu...He moved back here last weekend and tonight he text messaged me with the desperate question of where he can order Arm and Hammer Fresh n' Soft Classic Scented fabric softener sheets. I won't need your help on this one because I located some Japan based on-line shops where Kazu has now placed orders so his clothing can smell as lovely as he likes them to smell...and then I asked him for help with the range...and perhaps I questioned his masculinity.

The Packing tour:packing tour. )

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I feel hungover. My head hurts. I am probably dehydrated.


Humidity. We’ll be back up to 90% soon.


My last week of teaching for the first semester is at the one school with no air conditioner in the staff room. Luckily it is the closest to home. 10 minutes on my bike and I can shower.


The craft projects, major ones, are almost done. Now I’m just waiting for large expanses of decoupage-ed fabric to dry, no easy feat in this humidity.


I’ve been tackling smaller organizing tasks, like jewelry or my for-quilt-scraps. The more I accomplish this week the less I’ll be tempted to say “Fuck it! Toss the mess in a small box!”…because unpacking is really the lousiest time to try to organize. The more it is organized pre-move, the more likely the unpacking will go smoothly.


In friends who live near me…near ish…news: it looks like Kazu is slated to move back to the area this Saturday. Yay, Kazu!


Also, the Puppy has updated now that he is back from China. This morning he texted me to say that, should I want to relive the magic of Michael Jackson, he prefers Captain EO to This is It because it’s the way to “Meet beautiful MJ! “ The last time I saw Puppy (a little over a year ago?) it involved pizza, the Toy Camera app and dancing like MJ in the privacy of his apartment. I’m trying to lure him over for an after-move dinner and the promise of a tv that might be slightly larger than my current 13inch one…as I am always curious to see how much/if the other woman in his life is letting him off the leash (the other woman being, of course,….bitch).


I also want to hear about Amazon/China…although I bet they fall under the Amazon stories I am not allowed to tell you category. Shame, really.


May. 27th, 2010 09:29 am
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Kazu! Move back here! Leave bumblefuck Japan.


Aug. 31st, 2008 11:56 am
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Buddy Kazu was in the area yesterday, so we hung out.  We used to see eachother every other weekend or so, but he's been up north for almost 3 years now.. I look forward to the day his job shifts him back here.

He'd been at a wedding in the afternoon, so he was pretty well drunk when we met up at Starbucks. We had coffee, then hit the karaoke, and then through the rain to our reservations at Ramses in Matsudo.

Ramses is the tiny Egyptian place that opened in our backyard.

It is tiny, and Kazu expressed surprise that dance could go on in such a tiny place...but I've danced in less space on crowded nights.

96% of the crowd were bellydancers.

"Are you sure? They look like housewives!"

"Housewives, office ladies...who do you think takes bellydance? Women who want to get out and feel good. Most of the women who take lessons aren't going to be performing in public".

They ran around tables, trying on hipscarves to prove my point. Kazu was one of two men in the of 5 if you count the staff. They women carried on like we were in their homes, or backstage with them.

Kazu, despite being the longest running friend I've had in Japan, has never seen me dance...has never seen bellydance. I forgot how wonderful it can be watching someone get overwhelmed with the dance.

There was a large tv showing clips...and it was amazing to just watch his jaw fall open and him mumble "Awww..she's beautiful...she's cuute..aawwww...ooooh." but he was quieter when I was ooohing over the clips of Tito.

There were three dancers. It felt a bit like a student show. I was a good audience member. The first two were lovely, and when they lose the stress in their faces and can connect to the audience they will be wonderful dancers. Also, nice Pharonics and Bellas! The third was a bit painful to watch...stiff...and when she grabbed her cane and started to to assaya, she obviously wasn't ready for the owner to break into a huge grin and grab a cane off the wall to join heart broke a little when she struck her final pose and the hook on the back of her bra broke...but we saw no bits.

Then the first two dancer came up and pulled everyone up and we danced.

The owner is obviously Egyptian and loves watching dancers. He was the least silent audience member and was snapping and bouncing his shoulders the whole time. There was one other Egyptian man who came and watched, and they gravited together and shouted and whooped it up.

The both Egyptians came, one by one, and knelt by the table to tell me I am a a wonderful dancer, and ask where I study and live. I explained that my style is usually more Turkish, that I've studied with Mishaal and any workshop teacher I can get, and that I dance every friday and some Saturdays in Tokyo, but that I live when we paid our bill, well when gallant Kazu paid the bill, I left my card with them...just in case.

Before I got into Turkish, all my restrauant sets were American Cabaret with a bit of Egyptian...I have the CD collection for it. I have the sleeker spandex costumes (although I suspect they'd love the insane coin 1970's look) so if they just want a once a month thing and they pay well..who knows. It could be a fun way to keep things fresh with a different style.
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TBS, part two.


I think I left off with the panties. One obsessive reader asked how I knew they were hand-crafted panties. I can’t put it into words but there is a certain lack of store bought tags (or tag remnants) in combination with simple uniformity and types of stitches that tip one off to if an item is store-bought or custom made. All four of us investigated the panties in question and we all agreed; store bought bras, individually crafted panties, skirts, and veils.


We kept no parts of the costume and thus I will not be cashing in on the lucrative on-line or local used panty trade…I have my own Japanese school-girl uniform from my high school job and if I had wanted to go into the used clothing fetish market I would have already done so….which reminds me of the time I left my backpack on the train and it got lifted and thus I lost one dance costume, one Lomo, an electronic dictionary, a copy of Wuthering Heights, and my keys*…my dear friend Kazu and his wife put me up for the night…but Kazu was less than helpful when he kept saying that I would probably not ever get my belongings back because there was probably some pervert, sitting at home, wearing my costume and slathering himself with peanut butter….but I’m getting off topic.

Part Two, continues... )


*As off last night, all items lost were finally replaced. Thank you Wataguy. Lomogirl still enjoys her quirky lomoboy.



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