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Once again . . . late in the evening. (Early in the morning?) It’s two now and I got home and showered a bit ago. I need to get through a bunch of annual report by the end of tomorrow, so I’m going to type up a bit of what I wrote in a notebook on the train on the way home. Then I’ll sleep.
Then I’ll wake up early. We have a person coming in at nine tomorrow for an interview. I believe he’s the youngest of the bunch that made it to this stage, but his test was also one of the best-written ones. We’re having interviewees do a very short (about 15 minutes) translation on-site before we talk to them, so we get to see whether their earlier trials were nicely written because they had countless hours to check terms and rewrite drafts or because they’re just plain sharp.
My sunburn doesn’t hurt so much any more. Look for a major post soon with plenty of pics from Bali, including, but not limited to, “the one where I’m pale and fat in the ocean, kind of like a dugong” and “the one where you can just see my thumb covering part of the lens because that’s when the timer took the shot after I picked the new camera up out of the wet sand when it fell off of the rock.” Yes it’s broken now. Crap. This weekend and next week I launch “plan convince Canon to replace this thing.” Hope it’s successful.
Tonight I was on the 12:40 from Yotsuya, a local train headed for Musashi Koganei. I got off one stop before the end. There was this girl (woman? I dunno, younger than me at any rate) who looked sort of Chinese, and was carrying a Tokyo transportation system map written in English. She gave several looks at me during our time together on the train, but I was wearing headphones—the iPod Shuffle is so choice, if you have the means, I highly recommend it—and she didn’t butt in to my aural soundscape. A seat opened up around Ogikubo and she sat in it and fell asleep. I always wonder if people like that will wake up in the middle of trainless Koganei at 1:30 in the morning and wish that dude who probably spoke English were still around to field their questions about where to go next. At least if his damn earphones weren’t in his ears rejecting all approaches.
The earphones are cruel.
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