Today’s frivolity.

[snarp]

Things that smell nice together: Nippon Kodo Mainichi blend incense, Earl Grey, and rain.

I woke up at two PM wanting bacon, so I went to the store, bought bacon, fried it, and ate it with fava beans and sushi rice. Fava beans seem to have more flavor frozen than fresh. They are not a very classy food in Japan - apparently, like edamame, you have them with beer at bars. My manager thinks it’s funny that I eat them so often.

It’s strange to walk outside on a warm day, sweating and feeling dumb for having worn my coat, and spot, through an abrupt gap in the houses, the mountains still covered with snow. It feels like someone might have cast a spell on them, to hold them back; or cast a spell on my coat.

A nice thing about living in a non-Christian nation is that the mail runs on Sundays. I have a tiny adorable Kodansha English Library edition of Comet in Moominland now, as well as a new Japanese textbook (for me) and a new English textbook (for Mee, Goody Proctor, and the Devil).

(Originally published at SarahPin.com. You can comment here or there.)

Comments

[cerusee.livejournal.com]

Interesting fact: the mail used to run seven days a week in the US--it didn't stop until after the Civil War, when the combination of the telegraph and an expanded rail system made seven-day postal service slightly less necessary for successful commerce, and correspondingly more vulnerable to the pressure of Christian pastors who considered Sunday mail to be a violation of the fourth commandment, and had been campaigning literally for decades to have it shut down. The hell-no-we're-not-a-religious-state argument against enshrining the Bible in government services and institutions held fast a remarkably long time.