Hmmm, such a long silence here. Obviously my life has been good.
Yesterday I went to see Trier’s Nymphomaniac. Many parts didn’t differ much from porn. I was slightly annoyed that it made many more or less normal things seem like a part of an obsession. Where do you draw the line in such matters? Part I ends with the main character screaming that she doesn’t feel anything. That’s exactly how you feel after watching two hours of porn in the movies.
What else? We tried out a new yokan recipe, but it didn’t work out. It looks ok in the picture, but the taste was not quite what we were looking for. Well, next version will appear.
A friend said it’s the time of the year when there’s a lot of ki in the air. So I can blame the energies for moods. In the tearoom March is a time to use a hanging kettle (tsurigama) that will move a little thus resembling the wind in the spring.