When I wear my Detroit Tigers baseball hat I get treated differently. I’m not an afficianado of Japanese culture as a resident. I’m a tourist when wearing the hat. It sucks. I argued with a waitress at a restaurant I’ve visited many times about the fact that they have an English menu. It took another server to recognize me me get the conversation past the disconnect. Then I visited a pub oriented to foreigners. When I ordered a traditional drink I was grilled to make sure I knew what I was ordering. So, Westerners coming to Japan: don’t wear baseball hats and hide your tattoos.
It’s odd experiencing a foreign “holiday” like St. Patrick’s Day. I’m not Irish, so I consider the current concept of this day as particularly American. Right or wrong, it seems to me this concept is true in many places.
I’ve experienced the day in Shanghai, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Mexico City, and Brussels. They’re all interesting in their own way.
This is my third SPD in Japan, and I possessed no idea it was coming. Last week I realized I missed Valentine’s Day.
My calendar needs an upgrade.
Odd day today. Yesterday was a mental health day where I mostly read and ate and enjoyed a few beers. Next week’s work will be crazy busy and I head out of town the following weekend on business back in the States.
Today is a good day to Get S#!t Done: The weather is nice but not too nice; there’s no local event I feel compelled to visit; and I’m in relatively good spirits. I can queue up some resources needed in the coming week and maybe even get to see some of the family at the end of my trip.
The problem: I have so many “open loops” right now I’m deep in inaction. Trying to sort what I’m going to tackle feels daunting. What better way to solve it than to do something not even on my list!
Enough of this noise. Time to get myself unwedged.