Waking up with the beautiful sunrise wa kimochi iiyo. Whether that leads to productivity is another thing, but gets you out of bed, and want to dive into your bowl of Granola and/or Museli. (sorry I'm not much a Frosted Flakes or a Wheaties boy). I guess I'm still hooked on my organic kick, and it's just hard to kick aside organic cranberry-bannana nut wheat bread or portobello mushrooms. I honestly confess that I overdo them sometimes, but ya know... somethings you just can't give. :)

So rise and shine at 7am. Considering my first class is at 11, with a walk less than 5 minutes away, I get a good breakfast and a good amount of reading in. I'm behind a bit now over this exteneded weekend, but maa iideshou. :) I go to sleep about midnight-ish without any TV, so lots of reading and grocery shopping time. :)

Aside from all that, there's strangely not much to say. I met up Mary Wilson yesterday from Kokusaibu. If you recall Professor Dawson -- Comparative management and CSU RLC -- or the woman that looks like Yoko Ono, she got us -- Mary and me -- connected in the bay area. Dawson and I are pretty good friends, and meeting Mary.... she was still high on kokusaibu and the waseda expereince. Had dinner and coffee in Berkeley, and she went right on talking for 3 hours. Waseda tte yappari iine. :) She still carries her gakuseishou in her wallet. I met another waseda by chance, and she carried the gasshyuku photo in her purse all the time. Pretty crazy if you ask me. :)

Strange days in Berkeley. The cherry blossoms have already bloomed, and the more restless ones have already scattering to the ground. Spring seems to have arrived! Or is the end already? Everybody is wearing T-shirts and shorts. I saw my old stat proffy running in his tank top and shorts with a pair of birkenstocks. The wonderful thing is... he lectures in them! He either wears a tye-dyed anti-AIDS shirt or a tank top "donate blood for the red cross" shirt. I don't know which side he's supporting, but as an Aussie, his pronunciation is out of this world... and every time he talked about Z-tests, he calss the Z, "Zed," and it's probably my gross humor that I recall "Pulp Fiction" where Butch mounts his Harley to drive off saying, "Zed's dead baby.... Zed's Dead." Maa imi wa mattaku naikedo ne.

Well, Euge's creative writing session must come to an end. Back to reading about visual perception and the spectrum of light. Sometimes I wonder.... as I read back some of my writing... (without much regret of course) but I seriously wonder if I was on some shrooms or something to have written some of the most wildest and detached material. To be honest, I don't recognize my own writings. :) It is my greatest surprise to discover they are my own creation. I guess that's my new excuse to take a stroll down the street to go buy another cup of coffee. :) That's it. I'll catch you guys later.

Euge