What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all?
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Travelingmanjoe Retro: Sakura House
April 2009:
Were this a hotel room in one of the more colorful counties I'd traveled to, I would have understood. However this was Japan and this was the room I was planning on launching my life in Japan from.
The room was not only dirty and old, but it also reeked of cigarette smoke. If that was not enough, the floor of the room sloped off in a odd direction towards the door; it was truly a room fit only for a drug fiend.
Though Shinjuku was a long way away, I marched straight back to Sakura House's office and demanded that they make things right. Though they were obstinate at first, my will overpowered theirs and I was given a full refund.
Were this a hotel room in one of the more colorful counties I'd traveled to, I would have understood. However this was Japan and this was the room I was planning on launching my life in Japan from.
The room was not only dirty and old, but it also reeked of cigarette smoke. If that was not enough, the floor of the room sloped off in a odd direction towards the door; it was truly a room fit only for a drug fiend.
Though Shinjuku was a long way away, I marched straight back to Sakura House's office and demanded that they make things right. Though they were obstinate at first, my will overpowered theirs and I was given a full refund.
The following day a kind Sakura House employee and I wandered all over Tokyo in search of a better place. After marching through countless streets, seeing room after after room that I did want, it finally all came together. I found a nice room in Tabata and was given a steep discount on the room.
It had not been an easy first step, but then again nothing had or was going to be easy fulfilling this audacious scheme.
Tokyo, Japan
Travelingmanjoe Retro: Car Guy
February 2010:
Camp Kinser, Okinawa
Working 7-days a week seems to make the whole world blur together. In this world, days of the week lose their meaning. Here only the ebb and flow of people change throughout the week.
Working in sales erases so many social lines and walls. In this place regular norms of conversation and relationships cease to apply to me. Here, in my own culture, I am still permitted to act as a foreigner.
Camp Kinser, Okinawa
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