Osaka Cherokee

I've taken up karate. I started two months ago. It is the greatest shit I've ever done. I have absolutely no experience with it, except for the movies, so its all fresh and new and exciting. I learn something new every time. And there's nothing like having free reign to just beat the hell out of somebody. Getting beaten is great too. Makes you realize you're alive. Its the closest thing I've had to a religious experience in my life.

i switched banks to one that actually has an online banking system. i know those of you in the real world take such luxuries for granted but this country is still living in the dark ages.
so i go to the site and sign up for the shit. it says that i have to wait for a confirmation mail to start using it. well...now those of you living in the 21st century are thinking "yeah, that makes sense. the confirmation mail comes to your email. you click on the link in the mail, perhaps have a confirmation number, and then you're ready to roll." HA! silly barbarian! when i said "mail" i'm talkinng about good ol' fashioned house mail. for all i know the letter will be delivered on horseback and be written on a parchment scroll.

i'm telling you, there is nothing this country abhores more than the internet. people in burundhi and laos are using the internet with impunity and japan is still like, "i don't know. i heard about somebody in bumfuck, iowa got their credit card number stolen online. quick, shut down the whole system." once again, the main problem with the internet is that it came from gaikoku, overseas, so it can't be trusted.

I'm prowling the house naked for the rest of the night. My wife is not pleased but I'm loving it.

Wow. I haven't written in this thing in years. Forgot I had a blog until I wrote a comment in my friend's blog and my old blog name came up.

So, today is Fathers Day. Sat around all morning waiting for my wife to get ready. I do that every Sunday. I always think she'll be ready by the appointed time but she never is. I should've gone to the gym. This occurs every single Sunday. I know its half my fault cuz I should be used to it by now and just go to the gym knowing she won't be ready. But for some reason I always think, "Well, maybe this time will be different." It puts me in a bad mood every time.
Anyway...
I visited a friend's husband's cousin's art exhibit in Namba. It was pretty cool. She paints by dying with dye handmade from organic materials. On the way home we hit up Shittenoji flea market. Got five pictures for souvenirs for friends back home and a set of wooden blocks for Noki.
Now I'm just sitting here drinking beer, trying to avoid conversating with my father-in-law and waiting for my wife to finish dinner. Yes, spring rolls!