Oh, wow. This shouldn’t have taken me so
nearly as long to finish as it did. Nothing to do with the book, sadly, which
deserved much more concentration than I was able to give it, but such is life.
Today is St. Valentine’s Day, as you know.
This is celebrated in Japan by teenage girls giving chocolates to their friends
because they like that sort of shit, and adult women giving chocolates to their
colleagues and co-workers because something something obligation something
sexist antediluvian throwback stagnant society something bumblefuck something,
as you also know.
Regular readers will remember that I used
to work in a gym. This meant that occasionally friends and acquaintances would
ask me for advice. And because they were getting this advice for free instead
of investing any of their hard earned cash in it, they generally ignored it
completely.
Today is the start of Japan’s professional baseball season. I don’t follow baseball that much, in all honesty. I’ll keep half an eye out for the local team’s results pretty much wherever I am though; I barracked for the Crows when hating Wayne Carey was practically mandatory. Almost any sporting event is good to watch live, but it’s hard to get too worked up about a sport which, in the UK at least, is the exclusive preserve of stroppy teenage girls. It’s always struck me a bit like cricket for people who’ve forgotten to take their Ritalin.
Darren Jarman's extra limbs were something
of an unfair advantage.
I know I’ve harped on about this before, but it really is so essential. The prior experiences you bring to any situation inevitably colour your understanding. And as I’ve also said before, that’s good and necessary. That’s sometimes called learning, and it would be nice if more people did it. It would also be nice if more people realized the limitations of their understanding; that their prior experiences aren’t necessarily shared by other people. Take, for example, this oft-quoted trope I regularly hear from otherwise intelligent and thoughtful people –