MULTI-COLOUR J-POP LIPS AND MY ROCKET HERO ASTROBOY – HOLY DOOLY, ALWAYS EIGHTEEN IS GOING TO JAPAN
October 25th 2008 13:40
The story goes a little something like this: Vicki knows a guy who knows a lecturer who knows a university in Japan that wants some young adults to visit them on exchange. Now rumour has it is that this lecturer who knows the guy Vicki knows is a gigantic literary buff; he lives and breathes poetry and fiction and prose and the arts. Vicki showed him some of my short stories; he wasn’t impressed by some of the subject matter but said I had potential. He interviewed me and I tried to make a few jokes and at least a few of them worked, because by the end he was, in a way, at least if you looked closely and at an angle, sort of smiling. We have both read a lot of Murakami so we had something in common. I told him that I will someday become a great novelist and that I’ll give him a discount on the second book of mine that he purchases. He didn’t laugh. We shook hands and the next morning he told me that I’ll be going to Japan on exchange for a month. I said you’re lying, you bastard and he said no, congratulations, you better give me that discount because I had to do a bit of arguing to get you on board, and hung up, and a week later I was mailed a return ticket to Japan.
I’ll be going next month for a month. If I have easy Internet access I’ll be posting fresh and finely rolled posts to you from the Land of the Rising Sun, if not I’ll vomit all my stories out for you as soon as I return.
Life in Brisbane has reached a plateau; the summer washes in and fades into rain and then fades back into simple summer; girls are wearing short shorts and short skirts and guys drive with no shirts and I’m wearing thongs and there are drunk people at night and everyone is either sad or happy, everyone either doesn’t know what they’re doing or are doing exactly what they want to do, people are losing jobs, couples are buying houses; a girl in the train told me that she bought an Ed Hardy top on discount during her trip to Europe, a friend got bitten by a dog, I am still poor.
None of us have heard from Jude for some time. Sometimes, when I’d worry about what the hell he’s doing, I’d call him, and the phone would just ring, and the ring would eventually die out. But a few minutes later my phone would ring once from a private number and I’d know he’s still alive.
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Comment by Lilla
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Enviro Warrior
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Esoteric Bookshop
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!
Sounds just like the kind of something the Doctor ordered.
Looking forward to your impressions ..
Lilla ...
Comment by Postmodern Critic
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Padsoc
Is the guy who interviewed you still looking for people for future courses, do you know?