They called me “Sensei”, and I accepted that with a straight face. I have nothing worth boasting about. No learning to speak of. No talent. My body’s a mess, my heart impoverished. Only the fact that I’ve known suffering, enough suffering to feel qualified to let these youths call me “Sensei” without protesting - that’s all I have, the only straw of pride I can cling to. But it’s one I’ll never let go of. A lot of people have written me off as a spoiled, selfish child, but how many really know how I’ve suffered inside? Osamu Dazai
I’m a teacher living in Kyoto. I’ve lived here for three years and I like it very much. I have another blog for those people who are interested in Kyoto, appropriately named deepkyoto.com. This blog is for people who are interested in me. To find your way around just click the archives button on the header and check any categories (at the bottom of the page) that interest you (books, music, poetry etc) or take a look at the tags which are more specific (Neil Gaiman, Michael Franti, Billy Collins etc). If you are a friend of mine and I write about you regularly then you may well find your own tag in there too. Happy browsing!
My other sites:
bookcrossing : setting books free in Kyoto
bubbleshare : photographs
deepkyoto : my guide to Kyoto
facepork : the work of the Devil
flickr : more photographs
Japanese Reboot : a japanese language study journal
youtube : assorted videos for your delectation and delight
