Lucy realizes that her life is not really interesting in excruciating detail, so this is her homage to brevity and LOLs.
Currently, she talks English at students in Hokkaido, Japan.
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The Golden Gate Bridge at night, from the Marin Headlands. Thanks to Christina for driving me over… and enjoying the totally romantic moment with me (and the mouse).
This photo is from a stroll I took last week. I’m going to miss Boston. Going back to Japan tomorrow morning.
Girls sketching in the Museum of Fine Arts on New Year’s Eve.
I love the MFA. I basically grew up in it. Our first apartment in Boston was right across the street from it. I have fond memories of looking at all the pretty colors in the Impressionism wing and then wanting to fall asleep on the round couches they had there.
Happy New Year, everyone!!
Disappeared from Tumblr for a bit because I had to get on a plane and fly home to Boston! Here’s a shot of today’s snowfall outside the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. Love this city!
One of the last photos from the last magnificent weekend of a second wonderful year in Japan. Let’s hope my flight home on Wednesday will take off just as well.
Hokkaidoan sky.
(Pontomari in Kushiro-cho.)
Hokkaidoan sea.
(Taken in Pontomari in Kushiro-cho.)
Saw these cows while driving back from Akkeshi a while ago. Turned around and stopped to take a photo of them.
Movement on the dance floor in Safeway (a bar in Nakashibetsu, named after the supermarket chain).
My sentiments exactly
‘“Are you serious?’’ asked a secretary at an elementary school.’
Whatever formula they used to come to this conclusion is so, so, so BUNK!!!
God almighty—good schools? Proclaiming there is diversity is definitely true (see the 30% asian population), but what about the majority of white people who very thinly veil their racism toward those minorities? I guess they ranked on affordability and safety and everything like that, but shit man, go somewhere else for that—pay extra if you have to. I’m glad I grew up there, but for the love of God, I would never, ever, ever subject my kids to that place.
Actually, my brother called me last night at midnight (that’s 1 am back east, he had just had a house-warming party; I think he was a little inebriated), and he told me about this report, but I didn’t find it until today. We spent an hour and a half discussing how absurd it is. Whew.
Damn. Even Mayor Koch is kind of like, “Ho ho, don’t know how this happened, but uh…sometimes it takes outsiders to think that this city isn’t shitty!” Because only outsiders would think that way.
Just kidding. It really isn’t that bad. For all of the times I hate on Quincy, I’m pretty glad I grew up here, too. There are a lot of really great things about growing up here. But they’re great in a “I’m glad I grew up in a huge, blue-collar city instead of some rich suburb or rustic-yet-boring rural town because I learned things that are probably important and singular to this place” kind of way, which is more of an in-retrospect kind of great, and not actually great.
For the record, though, my elementary school education wasn’t terrible. With Quincy being really close to Boston and also weirdly close to like, every major historical point in Massachusetts, our field trips rocked. But then it all went downhill.
Oh. And “thinly veiled” racism? When I graduated, one of my Asian friends wrote in my yearbook that I was the first white person to talk to him and become friends with him. I was pretty stunned, since we met when we were FOURTEEN.
So…huh. Quincy’s a weird, weird place. You can add me to the “shocked” list.
I think growing up in Quincy was JUST shitty enough that you wouldn’t become an ignorant douchebag about the workings of the world… but JUST good enough that you could get somewhere (e.g. out of Quincy) with what you learned there.
