blue and brown books

It’s Saturday. 2/23/08 and it’s windy in Hamamatsu.
After a disappointing Phriday, in terms of photos, I am sitting around my apartment today nursing a hangover. Last night, as you know, I headed out to Toyohashi (about a 30min ride west by train) to meet up my friend brent for a few drinks. It didn’t end very well. I hate missing the last train home. It’s the worst feeling in the world knowing you’re either going to be sleeping outside the station waiting for the first train, or you have to wait until you’re drunken friends are ready to go home and sleep on their floor. I chose the latter.
A mixture of too much to drink, and being awake too long, I feel awful after last night. Taking the streetcar from Brent’s place, and the train from Toyohashi, I was home by about 11am to have a chat with my mom on skype. I showered around 3 and was at work by 5 after a long the 3rd last train, bus, walking trip.
As I walked to my Tenryu school, there were at least a dozen falcons circling above me, and still in a slightly less-than-wonderful feeling state of mind, I thought they were perhaps interested in the snack foods I had purchased several minutes prior, at the Circle K. I kept having these awful images of Falcons swooping at my hands, or attacking me with their large and disease ridden talons. Getting so worked up, I actually began to run from them instead of wait around to be potentially swooped down upon.
Does it ever happen to you that there is an entirely strange circumstance that grips your attention so tightly that you couldn’t concentrate on anything else if you tried? As though even your facial expressions or your normal social reservations fail you, and the only thing that matters is this one ridiculous circumstance? This was one of those times. In retrospect, it’s so obvious that I was slightly hung-over and making poor paranoid decisions, but for whatever reason the idea of being attacked by a dozen falcons entirely consumed me irrationally, and to put my hood up, clutch my lunch and run full-speed uphill was the only thing I could think about.
I wish I would have brought my camera up there with me, as it was lightly snowing, and the imagery of the circling falcons and my hasty pace was just dying to be captured. Ridiculousness.
For the rest of the night I’m going to be cleaning my blog up, consolidating categories and publishing a blog post. I’d also like to put my journal entries in a separate section from the main page, and have a weekly digest published every sunday. I just feel like it takes up too much space. The regular entries will be accessible, but just with an extra click in the new navigation on the sidebar.
I’m listening to This Week in Photography, with Diggnation and The 1Up Show in the queue. I’m going to have to work on a blog post about my smart playlist set up. I’ve really been utilizing this in iTunes lately.