May. 21st, 2017


Although no tumbleweeds roll across the screen in Tampopo, Juzo Itami’s 1985 “ramen western,” the film is steeped in other tropes of the genre. In its opening, we see the cowboy-hat-wearing Goro and his sidekick, Gun, each with a neckerchief at his throat, ride into town in the cab of a tanker truck and seek out the best bar to sidle up to for … a perfect bowl of ramen. In fact, the film itself is a kind of tumbleweed: it is a product of cultural cross-pollination, borrowing from American moviemaking conventions to explore a uniquely Japanese obsession. Along the way, it crafts a populist, utopian vision, not just of food culture but of society as a whole.

Tampopo: Ramen for the People
I started writing a thing last night that I had thought was witty but I abruptly ran out of steam and shut the computer and passed out at 8pm, and my computer restarts Chrome approximately every other morning for no reason, sometimes while I’m using it, and recovers tabs but not entries, so. Whatever I was talking about in my delirium was probably not that brilliant and we won’t mourn its loss.

But I did pass out at 8pm, and woke up at 5am and somehow, in there, according to my smartwatch, only got 7 hours of sleep. Farmbaby was sick in the night, went through two sets of sheets, so there was much drama, and I was awake for some of it but not much. 

Yesterday my dad and I got the khana (lattice walls) of the yurt repaired– there were cracked and bent slats, and then I wanted to add a few slats to make the walls longer, and in all that I forgot that if I make the walls taller (more slats = less extension in walls = greater height, I just wanted a few inches so I could stand up straight) I’d need to adjust the height of the doorway. So at some point I’m going to have to fix the doorway of the yurt, but Dad and I jury-rigged something in the meantime. More yurt and family party blathering including discussion of the poop emoji:

We got the lattice set up and it was late and I was exhausted, so I proposed a family dinner today and everyone coming over and helping me get the rest of the yurt set up, and then I’d feed everyone. 

Sister noted that Farmbaby had been promised a cupcake party once she transitioned to being fully potty-trained, and she pretty much is now– sleeps in underpants, has successfully done the elusive #2 On The Potty once or twice a day for a while now– she said, charmingly, that she’d do it as a birthday present for her father, and that was coming up on two weeks ago and sure enough, has. So– we baked cupcakes last night and today are going to frost them to look like the poop emoji, because it’s Farmbaby’s favorite emoji.

That just means I have to get the rest of the yurt stuff organized. I got down the door frame and the tono (roof ring) and all the ropes, and realized that the S-hooks that attach the canvas to the wall band are all missing. I put them… somewhere. Well, I need them before I can set the thing up, so. I have to figure out where I put them. 

So– I took a photo of the yurt khana and doorway, and if you’re alert you can see how I jury-rigged it and that doorway is… sort of not right. I’ll deal. 

I’m so tired, I don’t know why I’m so tired, but it’s cold and i can’t fathom how I’m getting through a day. And it’s going to be cold and raining tonight, and I just don’t know how I’m going to handle it. I’ll be fine, it’s just hard to see past at the moment.

Also I have like… the chest-infection part of a cold, I don’t know– no other symptoms, but suddenly my lungs hurt and whistle when i breathe and I have to cough sometimes. I don’t know where that came from but it can fuck right off.

Farmbaby seems to have perked up a bit, but I just let her sit on my lap for a solid hour and she lay with her head on my chest and watched silly animal videos on youtube, and she is still moderately subdued but not notably. She’s big enough now that when she elbows you it really hurts– though, to be fair, most of my damage was sustained when I was trying to adjust the blanket she was wrapped in and lost my grip and socked myself in the face really hard.
uh i wrote a whole long thing and was like in this photo you can see– but i only took the photo, i didn’t post it.

i might be more tired even than i realized.

yeah you can’t see shit in that pic, but it’s nicely atmospheric. 
Ger sweet ger (yurt), year 3.



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