London & Cambridge 2015

2015/10/16 – 2015/10/21

The trip was characterized by family&friend rendezvous-cum-arty&sporty extravaganza-cum-constant muscle sore on my right foot from Day 2.
The multi-faceted city is charming enough to keep me roaming around for hours without dampening my enthusiasm, and comfortably bustling in a way that is not too haphazard.

The privilege of being able to chat with folks with national rugby uniform was another coincidental appeal of the city that I wouldn’t have in any other time.

RWC 2015 @ Twickenham

However, 1) Splurge on one-off events, 2) JPY (very weak at the moment) conversion benchmark ingrained in my mind and 3) exorbitant general price level in London, have all made it imperative for my penny-pinching psyche to skimp on every other spending opportunities imaginable.

As for Cambridge, there wasn’t much too see other than the University as duly expected. However, since the university is immense in terms of its history and impact on the city, I could have enjoyed longer than a half day. The solemnity of architecture and history combined with snobbishness & courteousness of people seem to serve the integrated landscape of the city.

Cambridge

All in all, thanks to the one-off events that I would not get to encounter every so often; family&friend gathering, Rugby World Cup, Les Miserables and concert of Radwimps (my favorite Japanese band), this money hemorrhage trip has offered me way beyond what I had to pay.

10/16 (Fri):
20-minutes packing seems to have equipped me just right amount of stuff that I need, as with all other previous last-minute trip preparations.
After a 2-hour layover at Istanbul, the arrival at an unidentifiable airport (in England) made me realize how naive I was to assume that budget airlines are allowed to land on a periphery of a major airport (as opposed to an airport in the middle of nowhere). No offence to Stansted, though..
Despite the lack of prior research (which I usually do), spontaneous roam-around from Liverpool Street has given me a glimpse of bits and pieces of London.

City of London

Bank of England
St. Paul’s Cathedral
Covent Garden

Moomin Shop @ Covent Garden
China Town

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ending the first night with Les Miserables was categorically stunning, and it is by no means an overstatement. I would particularly recommend for those who are not keen in musical to watch the show .

Queen’s Theatre
Inside Queen’s Theatre (No video/photo accepted during the show)

Opting to walk for 40 mins to save the money, I disturbed the sleep of my brother-in-law (who is studying/interviewing in London), my sister, roommate and roommate’s wife by ringing the doorbell at 23:20 (which is moderately annoying, but the fact that it was a Friday night shall deserve some annoyance discount)

 

Stansted Airport – Liverpool Street St – Royal Exchange – Bank of England – Millennium Bridge – St. Paul’s Cathedral – “Temple” – Kings College London – Somerset House – Covent Garden – China Town – “Les Miserables” @ Queen’s Theatre – stay nearby Regents Park

10/17 (Sat):
Officially took a moment of reunion with my sister and her husband in the late morning. Though my sister lives in Barcelona at the moment, it was worthwhile to suggest this family rendezvous for this occasion. Ensuing the late morning catchup, we went out to London Business School in the vicinity till St John’s Wood where posh residences cluster and we had an English Breakfast as a brunch.

St John’s Wood

After a tube (or metro/subway/whatever transport with rails underneath that non-London people prefer to call) ride to Green Park, we had a slow cozy stroll, covering major tourist spots into the busier part of the city.

Pond in Hyde Park
Street leading to Buckingham Palace
Trafalgar Square
Big Ben

As per my strong request, we stopped by at a random pub to watch RWC: South Africa vs Wales. Deservingly, Wales seemed to have garnered a larger local support, but the cheering for SA was also present in the pub. In contrast to somewhat declining interests of my company, the match (South Africa vs Wales: 23 to 19) has multiplied my enthusiasm as well as the sense of regret for not being in the Twickenham Stadium (especially despite being in London).

South Africa vs Wales @ Pub

Together with a friend of the husband, we had a lobster munching dinner near Royal Exchange, and that was superb too. After the dinner we moved to SOHO to join the birthday party of another friend of his. Despite my initial attempts for being a decent human being, it didn’t take long to re-confirm my social ineptness and abscond from the bar.

London Business School – St John’s Wood – Green Park – Hyde Park – Buckingham Palace – St James’s Park – Big Ben – 10 Downing Street – Trafalgar Square – Covent Garden – RWC watching @ The Coal Hole – Millennium Bridge – St. Paul’s Cathedral – Burger & Lobster near Royal Exchange – Bar @ SOHO

10/18 (Sun):
Due to some morning ruckus caused by a call from Doha, I wasn’t able to see off my sister who was leaving in the morning, but that’s fine. As our family’s diaspora living style is likely to continue for a foreseeable future, we do seem to take if for granted that we would re-group again, wherever it might be.
Even though the RWC match in the previous day has cemented my determination to go watch at Twickenham, the exorbitant price on the official site: 215 £ had been deterring me from making up the final mind, and made me constantly re-visit the website for every 5 minutes to see if the lower-priced tickets got available. My stinginess has finally paid off and I managed to secure a 150 £ ticket, saving by 65 £. However, later I found out that last-minute ticket sellers were abound near the Twickenham, desperately seeking to sell the tickets for 50£ (Granted, the seat might not offer the nicest view, but I shouldn’t have asked the price out of curiosity).

The high sentiment on the upcoming match was palpable at Richmond St, which is still approx. 2km away from the stadium. After watching the first half of Argentina vs Ireland at a Fanzone (public viewing space for RWC) in Richmond, I hopped on a free shuttle bus to Twickenham.

Scottish (Gaelic) Kilt @ RWC 2015 Fanzone

Despite being 1.5 hours before the match, the stream of people to the stadium was unceasing from Twickenham St.

Twickenham Stadium

Having undecided which team to root for, I asked to have my face painted with Japanese flag at a random booth that was giving a free face painting.
The seat of my last-minute purchased ticket barely allowed me a comfortable view (likewise, the people seated in my row seem to be all the last minute purchasers.), but I was just euphoric to be able to feel the rising sensation of the stadium right on the spot.
The initial 5 -10 minutes gave me the apprehensive hunch that the match would be dominated by Wallabies’ relentless forwards, but Scotland demonstrated the consistent defense, and managed to turn the tide, ending the first half with a few points lead against Australia.
Inspired by their tenacious play against the odds, I took a Scottish side by this time.
As with any other audience of the match (probably regardless of location and team to cheer for) , I was glued to the 2nd half with the mix of frenzied excitement and slight foreboding. Notwithstanding the final result (Australia vs Scotland: 35 to 34), the match had a series of climaxes and it was indeed valuable to feel the vibe at the stadium. Sincere kudos to Scotland and Australia.

Paddington – Richmond – RWC Fanzone @ Richmond – Twickenham Stadium – Gourmet Burger Kitchen @ Baker Street

10/19 (Mon):
Another day of touring around London, but this time by myself. It seems to have become my self-imposed duty to see as many touristy spots as possible during the stay.

London National Gallery

Clueless mobs (myself included) magnetized to Van Gogh’s Sunflower
London Eye
Borough Market

Tower of London(“Castle” seems more legit description)
Feline Statues @ Tower of London

Cultural facets and changing landscape of London kept me going, but I grew tired by the evening after the day-long wandering. The additional 2 hour long queuing and waiting for the concert didn’t make things better, to say the least, but as soon as the band appeared my exhaustion had totally vanished.

Radwimps @ London (2015)
1st time real live (for me) became a blast
Since No photo was allowed, these are the sneak-shots (of course no video was taken)

Though I wished to have witnessed the greater proportion of non-Asian audience representation (which would have been the proof that the band has a broader range of universal appeal), the live was a total blast.

Piccadilly Circus – National Gallery – Waterloo – London Eye – National Theatre – Borough Market – London Bridge – Monument (of Great Fire of London in 1666) – Tower of London – Tower Bridge – Angel (N1 Center)

10/20 (Tue):
After the morning dash to Baker Street, involving sister’s husband and inadvertently robbing 4.8 £ as a tube fare to Liverpool Street, I safely arrived Cambridge around the noon.

Cambridge
Cambridge

The city resides in a University, and because of the abundant history and implications of the university, the city is generous in exhibiting its solemnity and pomposity (as demonstrated in the open permission to let visitors into many colleges and facilities of the university).

Polar Museum @ Cambridge
Tutankhamun (or whoever Egyptian Pharaoh) @ Fitzwiliam Museum
University of Cambridge
Cambridge

Cambridge Rugby Union Football Club (RUFC)
Cambridge RUFC

Notwithstanding the noticeable lack of enthusiasm for reunion with me, my last mission of visiting a 2 decades-long (rounded up) friend of mine from elementary school has been accomplished.

Corpus Clock, which was unveiled by Stephen Hawking

Random Vegitarian Supper

Liverpool Street St – Stansted Airport – Cambridge – Polar Museum – Fitzwilliam Museum – Cambridge Rugby Football Club – King’s College – Clare College – Trinity College – St. James’s College – – Stansted Airport

10/21 (Wed) – 10/22 (Thu):
My longest layover spent at Sabiha Gokcen airport. Purchased “Blink” by Malcolm Gladwell, and finished two-third of the book. It was that long, and I’m a quite slow reader.

“Blink” by Malcolm Gladwell @ Sabiha Gokcen airport

Benchmark expenses:
1 GBP = 185 JPY = 5.6 QAR = 1.5 USD

4 clusters of bananas: 1.3 £ (the very first thing I purchased in England out of modest starvation and frugality)
National Express Bus (Stansted Airport – Liverpool St) : 8 £
Les Miserables @ Dress Circle: 97.5 £ (plus 10 £ as a booking fee. Box office tickets are cheaper, but with a limited availability.)
English breakfast @ posh cafe in St John’s Wood: 10 £
Lobster @ Burger & Lobster: 20 £
RWC Category B ticket: 150 £ at official site
RWC Category D (lowest) ticket: 50 £ at the last minute sale around the stadium (official price: 90 £)
Rent in 2LK apartment near Baker St: 2,000 £/Month (which necessitates room-sharing for young inhabitants)
Utility for such flat:200£/Month
Radwimps Concert (which could also be abbreviated as RWC): 35 £
National Express Bus (Liverpool St – Cambridge): 12 £ (which could be as low as 6 £)
Chicken Burger + Chips : 5 £
Train (Cambridge – Stansted): 12.7 £
“Blink”: 27.5 Turkish Lira (approx. 10 USD)
Fast food meal @ Sabiha Gokcen: 20 TL (approx. 7 USD)

武士がぶつかり合うラグビーの見応えといったら、シミュレーションとかで滑った転んだ騒いでいるサッカー、並びに殆ど全ての球技が滑稽に思えてしまう位なわけです。
常人が入り込める精神世界ではなく、プレイヤーとしての自分を思い返すと、誇れる事なんか微塵もないし、2度とやりたくありませんが、武士がガチンコで鎬を削る姿は、この2世紀分位闘いを忘れて腑抜けきった闘争本能を擽るわけです。
言ってしまえば、蚊帳の外から左団扇で羨望してるだけ。その上、ラグビーほど(努力を一蹴する様な)シビアな現実を突き付けられる球技は中々ありません。それでも、武士になり損ねた我らに、感動と鼓舞を与えてくれるラグビーは素晴らしく、似非ラグビーファンとしてお祭りに便乗出来たのは幸いでした。

そんなラグビーの根幹にはノーサイド (ホイッスルがなれば敵味方隔てなく皆兄妹) とアマチュアリズム (商業主義に走らない) があるのですが、(芋臭いオーストラリアとスコットランドの試合だったからか)試合後にも続くブーイングや異常に高いチケットの値段に若干萎えました。ただ、そんな些細な事を凌駕するスコッティッシュの踏ん張りにあっぱれでした。

夢log (2015/09)

20150916, 04:00-06:00に見た夢概要:
パイロットとして飛行機のハイジャック犯とフライト中戦う。
ハイジャック犯は小学校の時大して仲良くなかった、いけ好かない歯科医の息子。因みに今は歯科医/(候補生?)らしい。
ハイジャック犯が何か酷い事をする(詳細覚えてない)。
とりあえず決着がつき無事着陸。
<ここから結構鮮明>
制裁か治療かよく分からないが、何故か施術経験の無いパイロット(主観)がハイジャック犯の左指5本をナイフで全部切断する。不思議な事に、血はほぼ出ない。
えもいえぬ高揚感の中マキロンを施術後に塗る。
「詳細な治療はちゃんとした外科医に見てもらいなさい」と伝える。←今ココ。

敗色濃い難敵が跋扈する中、10年単位で孤軍奮闘する勇姿を近すぎず遠すぎず眺めていたんだ (牛丼War@茗荷谷)

思いかえしてみれば、
野球やらサッカーやら興味無いのに、やたら阪神とかガンバ(今は強いらしい)とか弱小チームを応援する癖は、後進の牛丼メジャーがあからさまに潰しにかかる中、孤軍奮闘していた牛丼太郎の勇ましさを見て育ったからなんだろうな、と思う訳です。

『牛丼太郎』最後の生き残り、『丼太郎』茗荷谷店の謎

笑う年金受給者と資本主義の精神

笑うセールスマンに会ったんじゃないかっていう話。

迷える魂を探しに善光寺に日帰りで行ったのですが、新幹線代をケチって、大宮から乗車したワケです(ざっくりと池袋周辺在住)。帰りも然り。そして帰りに大宮で新幹線用の改札を抜けた後も、池袋までJRを使うから、新幹線チケットは持っておいて池袋で精算という運びなわけです。池袋の精算機前で390円(大宮-池袋間)払おうとして、新幹線チケットを入れてモタモタして5秒後くらい、横から黒いコートの6-70歳位のお爺さんに話しかけられたわけです。何だか胡散臭い気はしたのですが、薄っぺらいシルバーフレンドリーイズムを掲げてお爺さんの話を聞いたわけです。聞くところによるとどうやらお爺さんが持ってる30円と書かれた精算券(使えば改札から出れる)をじぶんの新幹線チケット+300円と交換して欲しいとの事。4年の経済学部と2年間プロフェッショナルとして磨きをかけてきた四則演算スキルをフル活用して、自分には90円美味しい話しであると即座に飲み込んだわけです。ただ、胡散臭い話なので、貰ったチケットが使えないとか、後ろの共犯者とか、JRの駅員さんが出てきて、お縄かけられるとかの可能性を勘繰ってた訳です。お爺さんも中々引かず、自分が改札出るのを見届けるとオファーしたわけです。結局300円と新幹線チケットを渡して精算券を貰って改札から出れたわけです。

少し時間が経つまで気付かなかったのですが、彼の目論みはオイラの新幹線チケットを使って大宮(若しくは周辺)駅まで安く行く事

ただし、腑に落ちない点が幾つか。
1 何で精算機でアタフタしてる5秒位で彼はあらわれたのか?
2 何で自分が大宮方面から来たと分かったのか?
3 彼が大宮から来た精算をしようとしてる人を待ち伏せしていたと考えると、合点がいくのだが、数多くの路線が行き交う池袋というハブ駅とSuica普遍のご時世を考えると待ち伏せの機会費用が高すぎる。
4 何で彼は精算券をもってたのか?

考えれば考えるほど解らず、炭疽菌を使ったバイオテロの線(確かに指先を嗅ぐと微かに臭い、これは元々か?だとしたら気付きたく無かった事実。)やら、自分の指紋がついたチケットが何かしらの犯罪の証拠に替え玉される線やら考えを巡らせてみたものの、納得行く可能性に辿り着かず。

結局笑うセールスマンが自分の倫理観を試していた、という線が一番濃厚に。

幼い頃夢に出て来てうなされた記憶は鮮明で、(実際のストーリーは余り知らない)
笑うセールスマンが課したテストに誠実に応えられなかった者は「どーーーん」と言われ、破滅の道を進むというプロットが頭の中でちらついて、心中穏やかでは無いのです。

暫くは奉仕と献身の精神で罪滅ぼしに従事します。

2015 New Year Nonsense shortly to be forgotten

Following the tradition of 2014, no concrete goal will likely to be set as I seem to be incapable of retaining chunks of information larger than what I ate in the last immediate meal.

The decline in mental and physical agility has become more and more apparent to the point of making myself ponder over how to peacefully spend the rest of my life before fitting into the coffin, rather than looking forward to climbing up the corporate ladder, forming a loveable family, contributing to local community, etc.

 

Looking back this quarter-century-long incarnation, my life has been undoubtedly and undeservedly privileged, rewarding and entertaining, especially considering that I had long been a despicable brat who was nothing but a great detriment to society.

 

The only consistency in my life has been inconsistency, and that also exacerbated the enormity of troubles that I churned out (be it intentional or not). Despite sensing that being apologetic would never suffice for making up for the harms already generated, the self-deprecating disposition has been so ingrained by now that I don’t know what else to cling onto.

 

To a great extent, the deep-seated self-hatred and casually masqueraded cynicism have been the major drive and constituents of what I do. Though it was skewed, the purposefully miserable depiction/perception of the world and myself has equipped me with the sufficient shrewdness for charting social institutions that reward conformity and discretion. Despising whichever ugly part of myself (non-physically speaking) has become a psyche that has been instrumental in transforming myself from a social trash to a decent human being.

 

Lately however, as I have become relatively decent and sociable, there aren’t as many reasons for hating myself as I used to have. Besides, between spectrum of contentment and aspiration, I am leaning in the direction of contentment. Halfway through my twenties, I seem to have grown too tired and apathetic to despise myself.

 

Granted it is thankworthy for being content with my life, I firmly believe that indignation, inferiority, or negative forces are more powerful drives than virtuous causes when it comes to realizing aspirations. For this reason, I shall continue holding anger and resentment against whichever part of myself that deserves contempt so as to seek incremental betterment.

 

Given that the life provides no purpose or meaning for anybody unless they are set by ourselves, it is wiser and more fulfilling to identify some missions that we can devote our lives into. As I have been unable to identify what I would like the mission(s) to be in my life at this point, I can only remind myself with obscure notions rather than specific goals. For the time being, I blindly hope the pragmatic self-hatred and the facetious cynicism would at least help me stay being a decent social existence.

 

昨年は生まれてから四半世紀を迎えたわけですが、小生のようなドクサレタンカス野郎には分不相応に恵まれた25年間であったとしみじみ感じます。「植物の心のような人生」(と出来れば暖かい家庭を築く事)以外にこれ以上望む事はありませんが、ここ10年位最大の動力源であった「自己嫌悪」が明らかに枯渇してきました。憎んだり、怒ったりするのは非常に無駄な体力を消耗するし、若干の社会性を身に付けた自分を中々に嫌いになれなくなりました。

ただし、護るべきものがない今の状況では、天邪鬼な自分を突き動かす原動力はやはりマイナスのベクトルしかないので、もう少し自己嫌悪やら憤りを大切にしていきます。憤怒に塗れる事が出来るのは若者の特権であり、強みでもあるから、疲弊しきる前にもう少しだけ何かに憤慨していたい。

 

時計じかけの摩天楼

久しぶりに観たけど秀逸さは褪せない。特に最後。劇場公開から17年(97年公開)、自分が観た20世紀邦画史上5指に入る金字塔。(全部で20本観てるかどうか怪しい。)
最近の膝年齢が50代位に思える今日この頃ですが、ランねぇちゃんは永遠の歳上なんでしょう。高校生球児、オリンピック選手、ニュースに取り上げられる若年犯罪者、諸々然り。

来世はもう少し若さを有効活用したいものですな。

Back in Tokyo (2014)

Having stayed 17 months abroad, I have to admit the entirety of living in where I was raised has been too nostalgic and endearing.

Though I was initially intending to be a social hermit and stay incognito in Tokyo, but let me know if you: 1. happen to come over/stay in Tokyo and 2. have too much time yet nothing productive to do other than meeting me up. The chances are grim due to the latter condition. Besides, I am as antisocial as I used to be, but I challenge you to contact me whenever you fancy. I will probably be around until May, 2015.

東京に帰ってきました。幸い職には溢れておりません。生活の具にノスタルジーを感じて涙がちょちょぎれそうです。暫く東京にいるので、親族孝行とクライミング再開(3-4年ぶり) が主なミッションです。但し、油を売ってくれれば、買う気概はありますのでご連絡下さい。

ムチムチのち思考停止的漸進

社会人2年目を迎えたものの、仕事はあと2輪廻くらいしても一向に分かる気配がありません。
「もう2年目なんだから」の枕詞が発達障害を持って生まれた我々にとって、いかに辛辣なものであるか突き刺さる今日この頃です。来世晩生型のドクサレタンカス野郎としては、積み上げてきた業のネガティブイクイティ解消とアーリーリタイアメントが来世での救いの確証に繋がると信じて、日々真面目にやっているつもりではあります。

精神年齢は漸くおねしょから卒業できた位の年頃になりました。因みに、僕は小4の寝泊まりする林間学校が正直ドキドキものだった思い出があります。(そしてこんな僕でも小学校の頃は明らかにアスペルガーとADHD持ちでありながらイけてるグループに自称属していたこともあり、ドキドキ倍増でした。昔からアドレナリンジャンキー。)
ただし、世の中は中々に魑魅魍魎だらけということに気づき始めたようです。鼻垂れ小僧がここまでサバイブできているという事実だけで、今までの全てに感謝しています。狩猟民族の闘いを羨望しながらも、傍観者として競争をなるべく避ける植物の心のような人生設計を思い描いていきます。新年明けも四半世紀の節目にも、何か書きたかったけど書き損じたので、 備忘録として。

Coskey

祖父が軽い脳梗塞で入院したとの連絡。
大事には至らなかった様で、恒例の「そのまま葬儀まで済ませてくれたら良かったのに。」の流れを聞かされ、安堵したものの、このジョークが聞けなかった可能性も十分にあった。
(*その代わり「やっと逝ってくれたか。」というジョークを聞かされる可能性が大いにあるのが、我がファミリーの愛おしいトコロ。ただし、それがジョークというよりは本音に近いのが、怖いトコロ。)

親族一同からは、早く天に召される事を切望されてやまないCSKだが、CSKと過ごした時間は素直に楽しかったし、何よりもCSKの周辺で起こる家族のすったもんだが心地良かった。

日本を発つ時にある程度想定はしていたものの、大切な人の人生の節目に立ち会えないのはもどかしい。その人に会えないのが、もどかしいというよりは、その人の記憶から自分の足跡が褪せていくのが哀しい(という意味ではやはり利己的な感情なのだろう)。CSKの意識がハッキリしてる内にきちんと感謝を述べて、一方通行ではなく対話がしたい。
次の帰国までどうか元気でいて下さい。90年も自由気ままに生きてきたんだから、最期くらい、ヒトのために生きてくれたっていいでしょう。

Jordan 2014

20140515 – 20140521
Amman -Jerash – Wadi Musa/Petra – Adaba & Dead Sea
1 Jordan Dinar (JD) = approx. 0.7 USD

Lack of sleep and a cross-boarder call from a senior colleague who berated my poor handover, had sapped my enthusiasm for the travel at the outset.
Landscapes and hustles and bustles in an untravelled area is always worthy of witnessing, but the exhausted body was more fond of reaching the place to crush and sleep in Day1. Thanks to the well tendered nature of Jordanian, scammers are rare to be encountered, but frequent bystanders who are willing to help, but have no clue, have more exhausted me though.
As (East) Asian is nowhere to be seen, I also got used to be thrown the phrase of “Ni Hao”, or occasionally “Konnichiwa”.

Jerash:
City located north from Amman, and accessible by approx. 30 minutes car-ride (1-3 JD). Famous for the archeological site from Roman era.
Entrance Fee: 8JD (which I thought a bit too pricey)
It was impressive enough just to walk through remains, but it would have been certainly more memorable and educational had I retained what I crammed into my head for university Entrance exam back in 6 years ago.

 

Petra:
Bus ride from Amman to Wadi Musa (Valley of Moses): 7 JD/one way.
Treasury – High Place of Sacrifice – Royal Tombs – Monastory
Entrance 1 day: 50 JD, 2 days: 55JD, 3 days: 60JD
1 day should suffice, but 2 days would allow more leeway in schedule.
Petra at Night: 12 JD, is to be better experienced than captured, especially for those who don’t have a posh camera. The night view was categorically stunning.

Dead Sea:
Amman – Madaba – Dead Sea (Amman Beach) – Amman: 20 JD.
2 hours is good for floating on Dead Sea. Again, it’s better to be felt on firsthand than captured in pictures.

Places visited:
Roman Theater
Rainbow street (where all well-offs and ang mo’s flock to)
Temporary souk (Souk JARA)
Sydney Hotel (Amman)
Sabaa Hotel (Wadi Musa)
Amman Citadel (whose sunset view is quite nice

Amman