the wind of venus on your skin

A typhoon is passing over Fukuoka as I write this. The windows are clattering in their frames, pictures are attempting to fly off the walls, the vibrations of the wind's energy come through the concrete walls and cause tremors on the surface of my tea.

I went for a walk before the gusts began to max and watched a refrigerator blow down the street as I held onto a utility pole. The city is inside tonight and I am alone in the candlelight at my desk. Exhausted from a long night out and a good although sketchy surf this afternoon. Brian and I went to check the pre-storm conditions out at Sunset and Keya. The winds were offshore with driving rain and overhead surf. The water temp was still warm enough to skip the wetsuit and we paddled out into the small dedicated surf crowd. The waves were surprisingly good but the wind and currents were so strong you couldn't help but get dragged down the coast towards a rock outcropping. So we did laps, paddling out next to the headland in a nice little offshore current, into the lineup, on a wave and then back inside to run up the beach and paddle out again.

After a few hours of survival surf in the pounding rain we headed in. The plan is to get out again tomorrow around 5 in the morning and hit it before we have to go to work for the day. Students have the day off but we have a WASC workday ahead of us. With any luck we'll be able to get out a bit early and catch some more waves in the afternoon.

I've spent a month in Japan and I feel I've done a fairly good job documenting the highs and lows through this blog and in some more personal journals. The pictures on Flickr help to illustrate the stories I try to tell but I know they aren't always enough. You can't capture this weather with a photo, you'd miss the power, it would be just out of frame. I titled the first month's pictures 'first month away'. Now I am starting the next bit of time here and I don't have a title for the photoset.

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K.C. Accidental

People are pressing record to see if they’re still breathing.
Notes are dominating the puddle circuit while fingers keep adjusting the usual frequencies.
Today is yesterday but with a broken shuffle button.
Nothing’s wrong with big swimming pools and lifeguards who listen to descending scales.
In fact loud and soft is pay per view in our ears. Loud and soft is everything we feel.
33 x 67999 = 2243967 ---- those numbers are a lovely song.
Buy an album and discover forty more. These are circles we sit in.
Time presents itself as if sound is sleeping over for the night.
But sound has it’s own bed and needs to sleep with dozens of duvets.
It’s necessary for its complexion to be rested.
And the rest is why we listen.
The rest is why we need saturation.
Maybes and should’ve dominate a lot of listening space.
Too much focus on what might be before be is comfortable.
This is the way.
Welcome to the instrumental brunch. We all eat with our mouths closed and our are guidelines close by.
Some will kill you with a movie but in real life it’s just a commercial.
Home recordings have won the contest of hide and seek.
Living rooms are getting consumed with hands while distribution helps bring the theme music to the show.
The show that is currently being translated into a box.
We love boxes.

This album is two people pressing the record button.
It’s very big.
It’s loud and soft.
It’s an ode to everything that has visited their ears.

Keep listening