Time Flying By
I haven’t written for a while. This used to be a sort of day to day journal of mine, to keep friends and family back home aware of my whereabouts and activities. It fell to the wayside shortly after I opened my company and the concept of free time became a sort of novelty.
I had a day that started off eventful I suppose. A fairly precise morning meeting that spanned a healthy two hours, followed by lunch at an Indian buffet not far from the meeting place. Considering the time it took to prepare for and finally present this morning, I took the rest of the day off to relax at home.
This evening I took my bike and rode to Ebisu, about 10 minutes away, for dinner. Waki has been working late the past week and this week so I’ve been keeping myself busy in the evenings. I decided on a ramen shop I’ve passed by many times but never given the thought to trying it. They have a nice large photograph of a giant bowl of their ramen, a heaping bundle of noodles resting firmly in the center, encompassed by a reddish brown lather with a dash of black oil on the side(burnt garlic oil). Atop the noodles themselves, two slivers of roasted fatty pork, flaked with hints of black soot, signifying it’s recent encounter with a charcoal fire. I took a seat in the far back corner and waited for my bowl to arrive.
The issue I always have with ramen is the gastronomical guilt you carry on your way out. I have no doubt each bowl manages a calorie count that far exceeds anything McDonalds could throw at you. Staggering away from the shop, I made my way over to a tea house not far and took a seat with a big cup of mint tea and my iPod Touch fitted with an eBook reader and a copy of Kavalier & Clay, gifted to me by my good friend Josh. For the next hour and a half I managed my way through the entire cup and a few chapters of my book when I felt it was either the incessant snappy music or the ache in my stomach that called it time to go home.
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