..has nothing to do with the famous instant coffee born in California, aka Folgers. Not when you are in Japan. It is your engagement with the porcelain throne. The commode. Or as the Japanese might call it 'ben jo'. So while there is no Banjo on my knee it's definitely a place to rest tired knees. As in have a seat and relax a while. As with many things in Japan there is tremendous attention to detail in all manner of things and the toilet is no exception. These zen masters have taken the very function of defecation and turned the experience into something akin to a spa retreat. If you are anything like me you spend some quality time there during the day including the first minutes on awakening (or so you thought). Wait till you try the Toto washlet. A fully automated butt washing experience like none other. It all begins as you groggily approach your toilet when sensing the arrival of an unpleasant mass (read between the lines here) th...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!