Attachment to Perfume

The perfume I am using for more than 5 years is discontinued. Armani Mania which I loved so much, which has a bit of a sweet smell, but not too strong, not offensive.

Checked the new line of Armani code, but did not like them.
And it just occurred to me that perfume is one of the few items I have a strong attachment to. Is it about the smell, “My smell” ?

Now I have two options:
1. Find all Armani Mania I can find and purchase
2. Find an alternative
I guess I will go with number #2.


What are the chances of me bumping into my sister in law in a train in Tokyo.


  1. Possibility of me having a meeting around Roppongi-1-Chome
  2. Having a few drinks with our partner
  3. Chatting with my work colleague before departing
  4. Deciding to walk to Ginza line
  5. Boarding a very busy train
  6. Turn around and see my sister in law


Finished reading “Girl in a band”

Realized why I don’t read memoirs . I do not find them interesting. And “Girl in a bad” by Kim Gordon is not an exception.

The writing is not good, and too often it read like Kim is doing a PR for herself, trash other people (Courtney Love) or just rant.

Not interesting, I doubt if I remember reading this book. Oh, maybe just one piece of information will stick in my head. That Jim O’rourke lives in Japan. Other than that, will do my best to forget this book as it kind of destroyed what I thought about Kim Gordon.

Girl in a band by Kim Gordon

Started reading “Girl in a band”, Kim Gordon’s memoir. I do not usually read memoirs, nor do I read book about bands, but I decided to make an exception.

I love Sonic Youth and was lucky to see them live twice, including a close encounter at a record shop.
The book starts where my motivation to read the book starts. Of me not being able to see Sonic Youth again. They broke up and will never (?) perform again as a band.

The first chapter mentions the last show by Sonic Youth in Sao Paulo, the emotions that Kim Gordon experienced.

Here it is:

Jazzanova – In Between 2002

Listening to the Album and I still love it very much!

If I remember correctly, also gave it as a present to a person I met while traveling in South America. I wonder if it is still being played or was thrown away.

Cashless in India

Bumped into this sign yesterday in Mumbai which reminded me to blog about the revolution India is going through.

Say No to Cash Transactions, Yes to Digital & Card Payments


Last night I got introduced to one of Matsuo Basho famous Haiku.

Sad and embarrassed I was not introduced to it earlier.

旅に病んで 夢は枯野を かけ廻る

Translation can be found here

Some think it is a farewell poem from journey and maybe from life. I felt the same first time I read it. Ora rather the second time, since I did not fully understand it in the first time.

Which reminded me that Haiku contests are on Japanese prime TV. Maybe one of the few places in the world that put poetry in such focus.

Love it

Fish out of water

As I live in Japan, I keep looking for Japanese when I travel. I obviously don’t contact them nor say anything, but I do look for the “comfort” of seeing and hear Japanese.

Does this make sense?

Anyway, what I noticed that most Japanese men appear to me like a “Fish out of water” in an environment that they cannot speak the Language, do not know the manners.
I believe all of us are, but I felt it stronger from Japanese Men, not Women.

Two examples:
1) Orsay museum restaurant – a Japanese guy was trying to pay at the exit when he should have paid at the table. The way he walked about, not sure what to do felt painful to me.

2) Jacque Genin – When I approached the place saw a guy hanging outside taking a photo but not entering. I did and after several minutes he entered as well mumbling something, looking for a Japanese speaker (which there was). Again, the way he entered the place and the look on his face was like a Fish out of water

Is it the language barrier? Is it something else?

Laughing at me

Was traveling in Paris last week, with my back-packer clothes, huge Camera bag, Camera on me and a hat. Took the Metro and squeezed in with my bag, when I noticed a guy in front of me is watching me trying to control his laughter. Then he laughed, got up and stood somewhere in the train but continued to watch me .

What was about me that caused him to laugh? Is it about me or about him?
Did I look strange?
Does it make sense that I spent so much time trying to find the reason he was laughing?

It has never happened to me in Japan (or Korea, or Singapore), which was a bit disturbing.

But then it made me realize how easy it is to make us (humans) be concerned about our appearance, about who we are.
It really does not matter what he thought of me or why he found it laughable.