Last night I woke up at five in the morning to get some water. I gulped it down and opened my eyes to my wife holding my head up. “Are you ok? You collapsed”, she said. I was laying near the dinning table with a chair on top of me. I don’t remember anything, except waking up to the sound of my moaning. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. The stress of living here has managed to manifest itself through my body in various ways. This being the latest symptom.
All of that is to say that I wrote an essay about my life in Japan, On Peter Adamyan’s Blackface Barbie Minstrel Show” is posted at Cleaver Magazine. Haven’t read the other authors yet (just came out today), so I don’t have any recommendations, but I do look forward to reading them, and I will write some sort of reaction later.
Also, I have some posts that I haven’t published about my trip home and I will get to them. Right now, Haruki and I are working on moving state side. Lots of moving parts. In the words of (clear throat, rinse mouth out with holy water, or sanctified beer) Donald Rumsfeld, “There are known knowns and known unknowns.” And Saul Williams, “We are not afraid of the darkness.”
