January 20th, 2004
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End of a century
Today marks the end of an era. A lot of eras. The end of me and a very successful swing at Mario and Luigi, and the end of the oh so efficient train blog. I’m back to graffiti, carpal tunnel and typos as I use the stylus for this entry. However, the most saddening end is that of my beloved and much admired [and scorned] Casio Exilim S-1. The kind-hearted soul who saw fit to reclaim my poor bag helped himself to all of my electrical appliances before casting old blue aside in the lavatory. There’s something about me and Jansport bags that just don’t jive [I've had two stolen and emptied]. I’m probably most heartbroken that gone is the personal carrying case to the camera, made from Nobue‘s father’s tie, leaving my treasured relics from her at my kimono bunny, silk incense satchel, and my never-removed silver leaf earring. It’s not the estimated four hundred dollars of goods gone to a greasy individual that makes me humble, it’s the end of the first gen. techno booty won in the land of the rising sun… the end of my innocence in Japan.
Upon reflecting, this might be more karma for a lost Jansport bag I took from the shores of Ocean City, MD during senior week in high school when I was young and unethical myself. I guess there’s no insurance for stupidity.
