Just had another earthquake. It was real tiny, and if it wasn't 3 am I might think it was just the upstairs neighbor crushing bones again. They have been coming a lot more frequently. It's not fun anymore.
I've been too occupied with lots of good (or at least I think they are good) ideas for various things to feel sorry for myself about my job. It feels nice, but with on all the "next best thing" ideas I have had over the last few days, i am quickly running out of time again... and I haven't finished up the projects I have already started.
I really have to find a way to make money from my own interests and ideas. Just think what I could accomplish if I had an extra 40-45 hours per week to work on things that matter!
I went to the Hash again for the first time since December.
It was also the first time since I got my new camera, so I have over 100 photos to share. I'm glad I can finally update the Hash Flash. One of the biggest referrers to my site is the Tokyo Ladies Hash home page as many people are coming here looking for photos each week. Maybe all the photos I took this week can keep everyone satisfied for another couple months.
(Be forewarned, if you click on "Continue reading...", there are about 60 thumbnails waiting, so it may be slow to download.)
The remaining 66 photos from the Oosaki Hash.Continue reading "TLH3 Oosaki II"
I have to write a disclaimer post that I can link to every time I complain about work. Maybe it's because I, for the first time, told a client the link to my site, or maybe it's because every time I reread what I wrote I think "that doesn't sound like what I wanted to say!".
The disclaimer follows.
My job is good. I get to do cool things. I like a lot of the things I do.
The clients are good. They often complain if they don't get more for less. I realize this is business, and I understand why they want more for less.
The people I work with are good people. I like them fine on a personal level. They are doing as much as or more than they are paid for.
When I complain about work, it may sound like I am saying the company, or the clients, or the co-workers are bad. Often I blame these things. It's not really because of these things.
The more I think about it (and writing and complaining about it helps me to think about it) the more I believe that the main problem is simply that I am afraid of getting old and standing still. Even if I like it, and it is good, if it is not moving forward, it feels like crap. In a small company there is no ladder climbing. No matter how much I like some of the things I do, I have done them all too many times, and am terrified that the number of chances I have to try new things is growing smaller day by day. (and believe me, I make as many chances as I can and the clients can afford)
But wait! There are sometimes chances to do new things. The problem is that I don't have interest in some of the new things. I am faced with a choice of growing in a direction I don't care about, or not growing. It frustrates me and I lash out and blame everyone and everything...
Again, the company is good or I would have quit long ago. The co-workers are not the worst, and I have an inkling that wherever I go I would be a little dissatisfied with my co-workers (because their not me). Some of the work is great fun and has taught me a lot that I can utilize for purposes I am more interested in. This is good.
That's the disclaimers. I will edit this at will, and I will link to it every time I complain about work... because I'm not really complaining about work, I'm complaining about the fact that I am getting older but see no real change in my life.
My dinner companions and I talked tonight about how we handle compliments... do we just say "Yeah, you bet." or, do we do follow Japanese custom and say "Oh No!!! That is not so! My eyelashes are not so long as you have said!" I basically try not to react. I don't want to sound pompous, and I feel like an idiot responding Japanese style. But one thing I do know is that I live for being noticed.
I was just telling Tomoe the other night how my probably the real reason I am not satisfied with work is that no one appreciates it. Most of the clients just complain even if I bust my balls to make them some great applications beyond what they could even imagine was possible.
I guess this is why I like making Mfop. I get so many emails saying "thank you" for working on it. I don't get paid, but it is worth soooo much more than the salary i get at work (I can say that because I still get the salary at work).
Earlier tonight I responded to a very patient soul who has been waiting for me to add a new feature for over month now. He was worried (rightly so considering my recent post related to web work) that I had lost motivation for Mfop I told him not to worry. Though I may have lost some motivation while on vacation, a few email exchanges with grateful users does wonders to refill the motivational juices.
It amazes me that my clients have not yet figured out how temperamental I am. When they thank me, they get so much more for free.... when they complain, I charge for every minute I spend on their project... They should take a lesson from the Mfop users... I'm just glad people use it... but I'm really glad people appreciate it.
As for the rest of Lulop's post, regarding the delusion of mobogging... I was listening to a radio show the other day that really put blogging into perspective... told me how small it really is. But more on that later.
I was at dinner tonight with a client and her friend. The Friend has had a long time dream to make greeting cards. She's a writer and loves cards. The client is a marketing / promotion / licensing guru. I bought a camera a month or so ago. The client introduced us after I showed her a few of my stellar photos with the new camera, so now we are in the process of making dreams come true. I'm gonna take pictures, and she's gonna write sappy cards, and the client is gonna help us license/promote them (right *****-san?).
I often have crazy ideas, but tonight I had a really crazy good one. The client, while working in the marketing / promotion department of a multinational, has come to see how much the little guy, the artist (her main interest is music) with no business sense, gets screwed when large agencies buy their work for pennies and make bundles off of it. She has the know how to help them to at least get more of what they deserve. I guess this is what a manager, or an agent is, but in her case I see a bigger role.
Tonight she introduced me, a guy who has an unclear idea of what he would like to do, to a woman who has been talking for years about how much she would like to make greeting cards. Take each of us alone, not much will happen. Put us together, still a good chance that not much will happen. With the help of an awesome project manager like the client (the best I've ever worked with), giving us guidance and pushing us when we need it, although it's far from a sure thing, the chances that something will happen are greatly increased.
The obvious dawned on me. Just as a good project manager can make cr#p happen in the office, a good project manager can help to make, not just cr$p, but people's dreams come true outside the office too. Everyone needs a hand, everyone needs support and a push. At work we have people (hopefully management), outside work, were lucky if we find someone that can share the passion or the has a stake in the success of a crazy idea. Most people we are closest to have the same reservations about encouraging us to "fulfill a dream" as we do ourselves. It's scary and they have a higher stake in us playing it safe. What if we fail and are poor. Is a significant other the most objective place to look for encouragement in this situation?
I suggested to her that she would be a great freelance project manager. The job would entail finding individuals with promise, and guiding them and pushing them to go ahead. It also calls for her to use her expertise in marketing, because whatever the dream is, we have to market ourselves. Her kick-arse project management skills would come in handy when we need a schedule and someone to make us stick to it.
When it comes to fitness, there are personal trainers for this very reason. Staying on a strict exercise regiment is hard for some people. A personal trainer is there to bust your balls. I have seen "life coaches" in movies, but don't know what they do... maybe it's the same thing as what I am talking about, but somehow it always comes across to me as just a paid confidant who give advice.
I am really intrigued about this concept. The idea of someone's job being to help other people follow their dreams.... A venture capitalist sounds similar, but that is a much bigger scale. This would be foe people who need more organization and encouragement rather than cash...
The talk tonight was about greeting cards. I was happy because I thought the client wanted to introduce my "art" skills in illustation / painting to the friend who wants to make greeting cards. I don't know why, but it was a slight disapointment to find out that she was interested more in my photos.
As the night progressed, I raelized I didn't know the first thing about greeting cards. I hardly ever buy them, and when I do I certainly don7t "shop around". I made a Christmas card for my parents, but never sent it...
Speaking of greeting cards... This is a great time to once again post a link to the great online card I made for Tomoe when she was in England a few years back. I will take every chance from now until I die (or learn to make something coller in Flash) to post this link. I'm danged proud of it... probably because it was the first "web project" I ever did.
Here's the linke ONLINE GREETING CARD
Here are some other pictures that were on the memory stick with the photo of mom's Christmas card.
Had the biggest earthquake I have ever been in today. It wasn't really so violent, but it lasted long enough for everyone in the office to
I wish I would have just gone outside. While inside we could feel some small swaying, those who made it outside reported that the telephone poles were causing quite a spectacle.
The first thing I did, once we were all out of danger, was to check mfop logs to see if there was a spike, indicating that the promise of faster than now reporting via mobile blogging devices was living up to it's promise. Nope. The first moblog came about an hour later. I have yet to see if it is related to the quake or not.
Don't know if anyone has noticed, but I have made some major improvements to the site. Basically I just upgraded my MT software and finally fixed the templates. I am hanging tough in my bid to make a higher quality blog.
Tonight I will work on fixing up all the bad things about Mfop that cause people confusion.
Tomorrow I have a meeting with destiny. I'm going out with a client who has a writer friend who has always had a dream to start her own little greeting card business. I'm getting my portfoilo ready as we speak. Luckily it is still in "an idea worth exploring but no time to make a decisive move yet" phase for her, or she would probably be looking for a real illustrator.
After constant nagging from Dave, and being asked several times today by other people when I was going to post the photos from Saori's wedding, I decided to put everything on hold until I get done working on some of the photos. I could have had them posted long ago, however, as happy as I was with the subject matter, most of the photos had an ugly yellow tinge to them. Granted, it's not hard to fix this with PhotoShop, but I have never really used photo shop for anything other than resizing images. It took a little experimenting to figure out how to get them looking a little nicer, and then of course I had to work on all 55 photos one at a time, do some cropping, etc... Now they are all real dark. Dang.
A better writer could make an interesting story out of the day, but I'm just going to give a little background.
I arrived by over-night bus to the Marugame City in Kagawa-ken together with Kazuyo (sister of the bride). We were whisked off to her mother's apartment (where I have been a pampered guest many times) just in time for Kazuyo and her mother to get made-up and dressed up in their kimonos by the local beautician, who is also trained in the art of Kimono.
The fifty-five photos hopefully tell you much more than I ever could, the only thing I have to add is that it took about two hours to get them both in their full dress. At the wedding there were a few others wearing Kimonos, which included the Groom's mother, the brides aunt, and a little girl (relation unknown).
I thought tonight I would feel like I can do whatever I want to. There is nothing pressing, but it's just too bad there are so many things I want to do. Then I read Kurt Easterwood's web site today, and it made me fell self-conscious about my own, so now I have to try to fix it up. It's nothing he says in particular, just the whole concept about paying attention to what you write. This site started as a replacement for personal email... and I never spell check or even re-read personal email. I never worry about making it look nice or formatting it. That is what happened to my site too.
At first I planned to make constant "improvements" as I went along. What actually happened though was that I made lots of changes, but more for fun than to improve it. It became tech sketchbook. I never took the time to make sure everything was perfect, because who the frick has time for that? I'm sure there are a ton of broken links, and some of the pages are even still in the old design. When you leave a comment, the little comment window refreshes into the regular web page design, which is obviously too big for the window. I could go on and on.
I'm a big believer in the quick prototype. Put it out as soon as possible, because if you wait for it to be perfect... well, my web site was in the production phase for a year and a half before I finally just said "Screw it!" and put it live while still imperfect. The problem with that, as I'm sure you all know, is that I never have the time budget to go back and fix things, because there is always something new coming along
Anyway, I just re-read my post from yesterday, and noticed all the bad grammar and spelling mistakes. There where about eight places where it probably only makes sense to me... if your a reader your screwed.
Should I dare to make a promise to myself that from now on I will re-read each post, edit spelling and grammar, and make sure it has a coherent thought before I post? It's a tough order to fill since I usually post late at night when such matters seem trivial compared to knocking off one more to-do before going to bed. I'm not going to promise, but from now on don't be surprised if you see better writing on the site.
Those of you who have read my site over the past year know that I am a little unsatisfied with my job, and where I'm at in life. Those of you who have spoken to me in person are sick of hearing about it.
Every time I go to home to America, I have two must visit destinations. A big bookstore, and a brew-pub. Thanks to tornados, a delayed flight, and an unexpected layover in Minneapolis, I made it to the brew-pub. It was good, but there are some things a cask conditioned IPA can't wash away. For these I visited the bookstore.
Before I left, I knew I was going to buy Po Bronson's What Should I Do With My Life. I had read (and wrote) about it a few months back. Excited that someone had written a book with all the answers I have been looking for, I wasted no time ordering it from Amazon.... it ever came. I bought the book on day two of the business trip, and it spoke to me so loudly I considered sneaking it into the meetings to read beneath the table like I used to do with pornos in Algebra class.
The book is great. It's not so much filled with the answers, in fact there are no answers. What it does have are stories of some regular (and a lot of Harvard-law-school-grad-not-so-regular) people who faced the same question I am facing. It doesn't hold them up as examples of the ideal, it simply tells how they are attempting to answer those questions, and what the results were.
Po draws on these people's stories to point out patterns that run through all of them. Some of these similarities are questions, and some are misconceptions. They all turn into fears that are incredibly difficult to overcome. Reading about other people who have faced the same fears, and overcome them, for better or worse, goes a long way to helping others to overcome them... I'm not alone!!! (It's this direction which I would really like to see blogs move... but that'S for another time)
Clear your schedule for the next hour or two, because I find that each of these points related directly to me, and I am going to address each and every one of them.Continue reading "What Should I Do With My Life (revisited)"
Pretty busy doing some research/planning that is consuming my life... but I don't want to write about just now. That leaves either nothing to say, or even if I have something to say, no time to say it. What I do have is a few random photos.
A painting I was working on Friday. (I wound up renting an X-Files video, which doesn't lend well to panting, so I decided to paint instead)
Tomoe often accuses me of dressing like a dork. Is she crazy?!?
Some other photos
My roommate moved out yesterday. She as supposed to be here for another month or so, but decided to go stay with her cousing who just moved to Tokyo Thursday. She says it's because her cousin only lives a 10 minute walk from her work (as opposed to 45 minutes on train and bus from my apartment). I know better. Obviously she moved out because she couldn't take the stress of living with a compulsive clean freak like me. Anyway, she and her cousin stopped by tonight to pick up some things play with Awii.Continue reading "Awii & friends"
Nudie night was great tonight. Usually I can't get no satisfaction no matter how great the nudie poses are, at the end of the night I'll walk away with one maybe two drawings that I am satisfied with. Tonight something amazing happened. I was on a roll and liked most of my drawings. Sure some are better than others, but that is the difference between a twenty minute drawing and a five minute sketch. I wont pretend to know why I did better tonight... maybe it's because I had a several week break. I would like to call it a sign, and attribute it to certain things that are going on lately (which I haven't been writing about and don't have time to go into detail now).
Whatever the reason, I feel like putting off working on Mfop tonight and just renting a movie and panting. I have a half finished painting laying here for a couple months now... I better finish it while I'm on a roll. Sorry to some people who are waiting for upgrades to Mfop.
Once again Nils has beat me to the post. This little photo session is from the day before yesterday's post where we found some great budget (free) accommodations in Kyoto. On May 1, we rode our bikes from Osaka to Kyoto (those photos will be up as soon as Nils makes a post on his site about it). Having spent a day earlier in the week walking through Kyoto, we weren't especially pressed to see any of the sites, and we had ridden our bikes for a couple hours longer than either of us were used to so our first goal upon arrival was to get a place to stay.
Tomoe had it in her crazy head to pay money to stay in the Youth Hostel. I did my best to resist, considering the fact that we had a tent (which I paid good money for a couple years ago) and public baths abound in Kyoto. After stalling just long enough to make it difficult to arrive at the youth hostel before they closed, I suggested we stay at the Kyoto University Dormitory. (Kyoto University is one of the most prestigious in Japan.. top quality students) We had been there the day before on our walking tour of Kyoto, and I loved it instantly. I think my attraction is due to the fact that it is the only place I have ever been where I can feel like a neat freak (comparatively speaking).
Tomoe has her first taste of cup noodles. Ever!
A letter I sent to my senator (well... at least it's in an envelope, whether or not it makes it to the post office is yet to be seen)because I want to continue reaping the great rewards (tax break) of being a US citizen working abroad. If you are living in America (mom, dad), and want to make sure that those of us living abroad continue to get the tax break, you can edit it a little and send it.
Even if you don't care if I pay tax or not, it's an interesting read. (I'm not the original author)Continue reading "Section 911 Foreign Income Exclusion"
I finally got around to getting together some of the photos from my trip. They looked so nice in the tiny viewer on my camera... oh well, I'm still in the learning stages as far as using a camera goes. I should probably start with the begining of the trip, and make a nice writeup explaining where we were and what we did and my impressions and all that, but I don't know where I will find time to write 1 1/2 weeks journals anytime soon, so it's best just to get the pics up and get it over with. As for starting in the middle of the trip, I see that Nils at Alive In Kyoto has posted a photo from the west coast of Lake Biwa, which just happens to be where I was for two days (5/2,3) over the holiday. Since I don't know how long it would take me to get everything up in order, I skipped ahead so I could tie it in with a comment to his site.
These photos start from a little mountain pass between Kyoto and Otsu. I can't even find it on Yahoo Maps, but it's somewhere around here. Along the way we found a baby bamboo shoot (take-no-ko) which Japanese folk are pretty crazy about, and I like too, so we were pretty excited. We wound up throwing it away the next day because it had too much aku which gives it a terrible burning after-taste. apparently it's easy to get rid of by boiling, but being a cheapo, I didn't want to waste the gas in my camp stove.Continue reading "Biwako to Japan Sea"
Just a little teaser of photos I will be posting when I get the time. You'll see Kazuyo and her mom getting dressed up in their Kimono for Saori's wedding, people of Osaka, and Kyoto, Kansai country side, and Tomoe and I biking through the wilds of Japan.
More on the next page (click "MORE")Continue reading "Teaser"
At 8:45 last night I could feel my life expectancy drop several years as the Shinkansen doors opened and I stepped out into Tokyo where prices are higher, and quality of life on a seemingly endless downward spiral. I must focus all energy on finding a way to escape this evil.
But for now I have to hop on a flight to US tomorrow, then when I get back I have to catch up on 2 weeks of work. I also have to go through the 600 or so photos I took this week and figure out which ones are worthy of the Bastishnet. Don't get your hopes up though, I have discovered that it is very difficult to take truly interesting photos while riding a bike. Especially while riding a bike with someone else and a (sort of) deadline. There were many places we passed by that I could have stopped and spent hours taking photos of, but with time constraints, and out of consideration to Tomoe, I wound up simply stopping the bike every once in a while to take a cliche photo of the landscape. Still, I am hoping there are some good ones in there.