Food chain -- borders, blockbuster, etc

Funny.. when borders came to town.. they gobbled up the mom and pop shops like the "shop around the corner". Then amazon came and gobbled up Borders.

Same for blockbuster gobbling up mom-n-pop video stores, then falling to megalith Netflix (whom i could have worked for building up the very business of VOD).

In the end everyone is fish food for someone else. Amazon, Netflix all may fall oneday to some other big fish.

I felt ill after drinking a whole bottle last night. But I felt somewhat refreshed. I may drink another!

Opus 2006 - Post Quake Depression

I decided to buy a bottle to try this out which I'm sipping as I type thing.

The end of the world may be near, and I would feel 1% bad about not having ever tried the famous Opus One wine.

Initial reaction -- being a non wine enthusiast and non bordeaux expert -- its not bad. very easy to drink, a bit dry, but very smooth. probably not what a typical wine expert would say to describe a red, but nonetheless its very drinkable. the only other high end wine i can compare to is this other bourdeux i tried a glass of for $50 (1995 Domaine Georges Lignier Clos De La Roche) which was quite good as well in a similar smooth way.

Not to sound like i'm in real depression, but the topic of today is really is my post-quake-depression. Going into the quake I was finishing up snowboarding season which is the sad highlight of my life. Then quake hits, cancels a few trips, and creates some drama.. but now its over and I'm left wondering what to do w/ the rest of the year.

I feel no passion or desire in life.. its quite sad. Its not a girl thing or sex thing.. last few girls i dated i felt i rather sit alone w/ my laptop pondering life rather than banging them on a sunday afternoon. Same w/ tonight, i was going to invite some lady over to share the Opus.. but then just didn't wanna bother w/ the hassle and bullshit of wining, dining, and etc to get into a girls pants that I don't even really care about.

Some would say I haven't met the right girl.. others may say I'm too picky like Jerry Seinfeld.. picking on minutia like big hands, bad shaped nipples, or whatever the heck bothers me between one girl and the next. Could it be MK trauma that has permanently fucked me up ??

Hmmm this requires a seperate post to think about.

In the meantime ingest this article from a man hater: WHere have all the good men gone?

End of the world.. from my eyes

I sit here, perched in Akasaka pondering the fate of Japan like Gandalf in his tower in Minas Trinas... somewhere up north are thousands if not hundreds of thousand freezing and searching for food, fuel, and family. But me.. I sit and type.. listening to my B&W floorstanding speakers..

Its a dichotomy.. even while in Japan, there is life at the site, and life outside. In Sendai and Iwate it must be hell. But here, in.. my life is not much different than yours. I have plenty of food, water, heat.. shortages exist but not in my town. I sit back, read the news and wonder whats up the same was you do. Sure I have the added stress of a pending nuclear fallout but thats 200miles away.. who knows if that affects me or kills me ?

Anyways the point is, I'm safe for now. Some have left which was maybe wise.. but I am in a predicament where I must stay.. for facetime at work. Is it the right thing? I don't know, time will tell.

I wonder if this pending doom and radiation is going to kill the romantic mood ? hahaha