June 5th, 2005
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First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.
And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love
The first time ever I saw your face, your face,
your face, your face
And the pitch swells through the darkness, running behind trees always following alongside, whether I’m looking at the ground or the sky, for dead trees or unborn stars. Dancing– jumping– over ferns and through gullies, I surge and race forward, always with an angel of me on my wings that I deny and embrace and hope to someday consume.
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In my semi-serious competition with Brandon to attend more professional baseball games this season, I went to another Swallows game this afternoon. Actually, I just like baseball and the park, though I think I’ve decided I like night games a lot more because there’s far less sunburn and far more inclination to enjoy beer. Unfortunately most games are played in the blaring sunshine, and Jingu yakyuu-ba (baseball stadium) has the outfield seats facing south (for whose benefit I’m not quite sure), so we end up getting baked in the open seating section. I did, however, realize today after leaving the game I’ve been paying fifty percent too much for my tickets, since outfield tickets are ten dollars, and I’ve always been paying fifteen for the baseline seats and just never used them. ^^;; Lesson learned; read the signs dufus. We did, however, actually win today (barely) over the inept expansion team Rakuten (an online shopping site) Golden Eagles, whose team batting average seemed to hover around .220. The Swallows have a unique victory ceremony I have yet divine its origin. After scoring a run everyone breaks out miniature green transparent umbrellas for some sort of chant. I liken this to the routine singing of the “Good Ole Song”* after scoring a touchdown at a Virginia football game. Since baseball is to a great degree a family affair here, there is obviously far less insobriety and random body parts popping out of sun dresses. [Sorry, my nose is badly burned and I'm a bit woozy.]
I think I logged some kind of distance record on my bike this week, because not only did I ride to work and back every day (returning in pouring rain twice mind you), I also went out to Kagurazaka and back (in the pouring rain again) yesterday, as well as the baseball game, IN ADDITION to yet another trip out to Sendagaya tonight for dinner. But I’m starting to wonder how valid all those justifying ergonomic seat rumors are for, ah, even distribution of pressure on important muscles requiring good circulation.
I noticed on the way back from the game that parts of the Meiji Outer Garden had streets blocked off for the sole purpose of training children how to ride bicycles safely on the road. A large number of tykes were wheeling around with and without training wheels in a small, penned off area replete with small traffic cones to simulate lanes (or a slalom). It was pretty cool, and a good idea now that I think about it.
While writing this post I have come to realise that I have completely worn through my copy of Ferry Corsten’s original Trance Nation Disc Two, as it is skipping and stuttering uncontrollably. Brandon, if you’re reading this I need a new copy. ^^;;
That good ole’ song of Wahoo-wah,
we’ll sing it o’er and o’er,
it cheers our hearts and warms our blood to hear them shout and roar.
We come from old VIRGINIA,
where all is bright and gay.
Let’s all join hands and give a yell for dear old UVa.
Wahoo-wah, Wahoo-wah, Univ-Virginia
Hoo-rah-ray, Hoo-rah-ray, -ray! -ray! U-V-A!
