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My younger brother got married in December '88, in a Catholic service in a Catholic church. The music was all Mozart, and very nice too. Except I'd been doing intensive Japanese studies that fall-- literature (even though in translation), language, film. Since September my mind had been in some misty grey brown place, Buddhist Japan of the medieval eras, black and white Japan of the 50s & 60s directors. I felt oddly odd out of sync with what should have been very familiar territory-- the religion and architecture of my childhood and the classical music of my 30s. It all seemed a little... overdone. Too many colours; and of course, too many notes.

This apropos of having gone to a Taizé service last night to see how Anglicans do the meditation thing. They 'invite' the bell, which is nicely Buddhist. They also emphasize that you're nobody till Somebody loves you, which er well is the reverse of the Buddhism I've been reading lately, for sure. I might have been more appreciative if I hadn't discovered, half an hour before, that the antibiotic drops I'd been taking pre- and post-op expired in March 2011, which cataracted me had read as 2012.
( Alarums and excursions )

'It was real; it happened'

The Kimi Ryokan

My room

Most of all--
One Lucky bar. The photos come from the late 80s but there by god is Patrick, the bane of the Kimi, in the photos section.

I can't remember how one got from the Kimi to One Lucky-- it seemed to involve a path through a field by a canal, which is surely impossible.

Twenty years ago is indeed twenty years ago.