Winston has this remarkable (And enviable) ability to keep up with people. Maybe its just me that thinks its remarkable and everyone else is amazed at my total inability to maintain any semblance of reasonable correspondence with my friends and family. Regardless, I think he literally spends hours happily typing or writing letters to people every day. Like seriously, every day. I can't do that; my brain shuts down after a max of one, two hours of writing tops. Its been scientifically tested. (Ok, so the test wasn't very scientific, but it was a really thorough thought experiment I performed just now) But his diligence has shamed me into posting.

As everyone who knows any recent male college student knows, video games are the devils fruit. They turn ordinary men into zombies, and have more attention grabbing power than boobs. I've seen it folks, you can't make this stuff up. I disclaim this to you so that you understand what I say when I tell you that I've begun this new online video game that is really awesome. That's pretty much all I'm going to say about it. Has it kept me from experiencing Japan? No. (It might even make the whole "living in Japan" more authentic - this country LOVES video games) Has it impinged on potential blogging and e-mailing time? Possibly. Has it reduced sleeping time? Can I envoke the 5th Amendment in Japan? This is all I'm going to say about it. This is a blog about my life, and so daily pleasures deserve comment, but I'm going to confidently assume that most of the people who read this blog don't care about what level my new barbarian is. I just want you to have an accurate view of how I spend my time in Japan :)

Onto more respectable hobbies: I have a massive frisbee tournament in Fuji City in 2 weeks, and I am beyond excited. Unfortunately, due to a series of ailments and injuries I haven't been able to properly train for it, and am a bit out of shape. Fortunately, I'm pretty much the youngest, and close to the fastest, person on my team without too much training. Unfortunately, we compete in Japan, where pretty much any serious athelete (and, since we are in Japan, most ultimate players fall in this category: the Japanese take their hobbies very seriously) is much faster than they have any right to be. And my endurance sucks.

A frisbee team mate recently asked me if I wanted a secondhand ipod because she was buying a new one. She asked me if it was ok if it was pink when she first offered it to me. I think at the time I was wearing brown and light blue plaid shorts, an argyle shirt, and a light blue Sitch (of Lilo n' Stich - Sitch is huge in Japan: he's very cute) trucker-cap. Fashions spoke louder than words. She brought the Ipod to the next practice, and I now have music to run with.

Also, yes, I did say Fuji City. In all the daily normalcy of Ipods and Internets, I still get little shivers when I realize where I am. I am going to a frisbee tourney: cool, awesome, I love frisbee in any language and any country. I am also going to the base of Mt. Fuji. To play frisbee. I am going to play frisbee under the shadow of Mt. Fuji. I am going to throw a huck, look up, and realizd I just threw a disc at a mountain. Hahaha! (You can't see me, but I'm throwing up rock hands right now) Life is good.