A waterwheel at the Jindaiji Temple complex, Chofu
Couple sleeping in a dinghy on Inokashira pond yesterday (a remarkably mild 14 degrees)
Plate twirling in Inokashira Koen yesterday
Winter. Here we are, stuck in the meat of it.
Tyler was being all real on the bridge in the park the other day, theorising that we are now in the meat of winter, with nothing at all to look forward to to break up the mundanity until Hanami (in late March - if we're lucky). I thought it was a pretty good description of this time of year.
So just what does being in the meat of winter mean exactly? Being a humble tropical kid, it's a kinda new thing to me. From my personal experience of Japanese winters (in my 4th now), it has come to mean a quiet time where everyone settles into a kind of introspective hibernation. There are not a lot of parties, people just seem to get settled into a groove where they (maybe) catch up on all those little personal projects they haven't finished yet. Read books. Watch movies. Check out all those websites they've been meaning to check out for ages. Study. Hang out anywhere that's warm. Fight off the winter blues...
The fantabulous Misssin (who is right now in transit to Australia for a well earned summer holiday) linked to a story that determines that January 23rd is "offically" the saddest day of the year (in the UK anyway):
An expert in winter disorders first identified January as the most stressful month. Now Cliff Arnall, a health psychologist at Cardiff University, has devised a formula to work out the worst day of the year and has come up with Jan 23 for 2006. His calculation is based on the poorest weather, debts owed for seasonal spending, the time since Christmas, the period of time before you abandon New Year's resolutions, the dates when motivation levels seems to be at their lowest and the timing for the need for action to escape the blues.
Yeah, the ol' resolutions. Bwa ha ha ha. My own rekindled site pro-activism seems to have ground to a halt in light of a wash of external work commitments and mildly-stress-inducing financial tricksiness. But gee my room is clean. And I actually sewed the buttons back on to my favourite jumper. Procrastination, my eternal companion.
Tomorrow I'm off for my annual harrowing trek to the Shinagawa Dept. of Immigration. Let's see if they let me self sponsor again...
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