THE GARGOYLE
Picture this: I was a fresh-faced 21-year-old, a computer science student in Seattle at the University of Washington. Hard to imagine, given my present-day appearance as a grizzled and worldly father figure, but hear me out. Once upon a time, I was a 6’2” 165lb
What a delightful week of writing and discarding letters love and hate, consuming "Super Bock", berating countless Claudes Code, walking up hills at night. Obrigado Lisboa
Left: inro, small boxes for carrying items on one's waist, with attached netsuke, decorative charms. Edo period.
Right: dekoden, communications device with traditional ornamentations. 2003.
I keep thinking I'm getting scammed at Lisbon restaurants when they insist I try sips of five different wines, mentally preparing myself for a loud argument when I get charged for all of them. But the check is clean. They actually did just want me to find a good wine.
Only wine related complaint is they didn't let me have a sweet Port with my steak. "That's a dessert wine" they said. "I'm American," I said. "Give me the dessert wine." They did not give me the dessert wine.
In theory, what's to stop a white boy from using the gay sauna non-gayly?
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Biggest thing I miss when not in Singapore is a proper Thai massage place that isn't actually a blowjob parlour. Biggest thing I miss when not in Japan is a proper public bath that isn't actually a gay fuckhouse
Green rivers etching great arcs across the night sky... towering pillars of light flapping like flags in the intense solar winds. I wish you could see it, Superintendent.
Stamford Raffles died after months of undiagnosable agony. He'd already seen all five of his children die of weird jungle diseases. And then his body got chucked in a vault to dry-age for a hundred years because of a personal beef with the local church.
"Men used to be brave!
Here’s a hot tip. You can just borrow JPY at 1.5%. Convert it to USD and earn 5% in some savings account. The weakening yen will even reduce the amount you have to pay back when you’re done making free money. Follow me for more suspicious forex alpha
Fast-track any male friendship by pretending he's a girl you're into. Compliment his outfit when he looks sharp. Invite him to dinner and pay for it. Give him a random keychain you found at the dollar store that fits his vibe. Two weeks that guy will bury a body for you.
"Simon how do I explore Japan like a local!!"
Japanese people do not explore Japan. They finish uni and spend the rest of their life tracing a path between gooncave and wagecage. Thrice weekly they stop along the way to pay members of the opposite sex to pretend to be into them.
Never become intellectually attracted to someone dude. A sexual attraction, you can get over. Lots of people are hot. When someone starts firing off neurons in you that ain't never been fired, you're gonna be working that bs off for a year+
If you live in SF you should be flying to Japan 3+ times a year. It's like $500 and the shortest possible trans-Pacific flight. No excuse. I'll buy you dinner
Shoutout to the Japanese dude who was so salty about Japan having privatised its rail network that he became an author and wrote a series of novels about the alternate universe where that didn't happen and Japanese trains are operated entirely by attractive young women
I was angry about not getting into MIT one time so I broke into their OS class (6.828) autograder and did the class alongside the real students just to prove to myself that I could. This too was easier than getting a gf.
I always pay on a date. It hasn't landed me a second date in five years, but I keep doing it because I love giving women free stuff. Deep lindy. Also being ghosted gives me an excuse to smoke contemplatively in the rain. I think I'm gonna go do that right now.
I had a French roommate in Singapore who I'm pretty sure bedded every Frenchman and woman on the island. I'd get up every morning and there'd be a new French person in their underwear on the couch. Extremely French behavior, couldn't even be mad.
I was undressing in the locker room in an onsen up a hill somewhere in Shizuoka when I heard a phone camera shutter behind me. I spun around, thinking I was getting perved on, but it was just a large man taking a shirtless belly selfie. His back to me, I peered at his screen