Sitting here, in a standard Seattle bar, the DJ spinning the Stooges while PIL blares from the jukebox nobody bothered to turn off (the general hubub is drowning most of it out anyhow), I’m thinking: I’m going to be touching down in Tokyo a mere X hours from now.  Other thoughts include, “damn am I hungry,” and “damn has she got a nice can,” but really, I’m just looking forward to seeing my brother, and stomping around a different continent for a couple of weeks.

Wish me luck, lovelies!