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hate the hirarchy of cool that exists in club culture...those ephemeral lines that seperate guest list from the purgatory of the discount list and that list from the scum that...everyone else is. had a beer while waitimg for a friend..thus missing chance 1,2,3,4,5,6 and 78910 to get in and now ive gotta wait between the normals and the kids that talk about music while in line... it is...not great. is karen o so great? i know that truly rocking women are rare but... is this worth the wait. more to come

the band is awful-the wind instruments rush to finish their parts and everyones either sharp or flat and the whole thing makes Auld Lang Syne sound like a Merry-go-round playing funeral durges... The gym is ringed with red and white striped paper, a japanese flag and a fujisawa flag and a school flag adorn the stage...flowers line the steps...and the teachers of the graduating students wear either a kimono, if they happen to be female, or a white tie. the graduating students enter amidst the clamoring noise and take their seats at the front. they are bigger than the other students in height as well. they swagger or walk resolutely... a few seem to flow to their seats,their bodies limp and their faces blank. the ceremony begins with bows of different lengths and depth-everyone bows on their way to and from the stage and while on stage if their is someone to bow to. there are speeches from the new president of the student council and from the graduating one, from the principal and vice p...

people still drink zima MEN drink zima PEOPLE drink zima... maybe im just giving hnto hype but...isnt it against some sort of immutable code of masculinity for any man totouch it? ah... i am so american-i have such rigid, unnatural rules about what makes a man... im at some sort of techno event in fujisawa... we're high in the building, looking out on the beach and im alone, earlier than my other foreign friends. the music is a little too loud...the definition of a good dj is a knowledge of both good timing and good taste, this dj lacks one. the boys and girls are in horizontal rows, like rings in tree... tshirts around me: "fuck off fuck off fuck off" and "i sleep and eat and f***k and..." with a picture of a pig with its eyes crossed out and a man whose shirt says "gentilitat." my friends arrive finally, there's a commution and i turn and see them waving...the staff here is less japanese and more western im approach to their work...they obvio...