I sat down to post and became immediately uninspired. Poo. Perhaps 'tis because I've been relegated to the smoking section at the internet cafe and the secondhand is getting to me already. That would totally be a good excuse, except nobody is smoking. And the computers over on this side are much more functional than the crap I'm used to using -- i.e. a stick-free space bar for once! Inspiration, then, should arrive in scads . . . soon.


After I told level 3 student about my weekend, she described me as "outdoorsy" (once I taught her the word, which was later challenged by my co-workers). And thus, my outdoorsy weekend in a few sentences: On Wednesday, I partook in a late afternoon run from my apartment and up Mount Takao, which provided a breathtaking view of Mount Fuji and some rare solitude on the summit (photo @ Right). And on Thursday, I rode the Chuo even FARTHER WEST than Takao and ran an awesome loop around Sagamiko, a super-toursity, yet wonderfully peaceful (it being far from tourist season, see above photo) resort town on a lake nestled amongst the hills. It reminded me of the U.P. -- rather Mystery-Spot-esque in some ways (those ways involving things like swan-shaped paddleboats and garish, deteriorating decor).

I am moving, Michelle is moving, and Krista is moving. Goodbye Takao, come April.