There's something strange that happens when you've listened to music by a band so many times, that it takes a while to get accustomed when they do something different—it doesn't mean that what they're doing is bad or that what they used to do was better. It's just...it's like seeing an old friend that you haven't met up with in a while, and discovering that she's chopped off 35 cm of her hair. It's not good or bad, it's just...different. It's that kind of a feeling.
今日はなんとなくテレテレ仕事して、あっと言う間に夜になってしまいました。今週の発表に備えてちょっち読書三昧ですが、以前（怠けて）英語で読んだ本を原文の日本語／中国語で読むと、印象がガラッと変わります。（日本語の本は······つまらん。中国語の本は英文よりもっと悲しい。）
Still, I did manage to get some writing done for a chapter, which was a good feeling. Knowing that it's going to go through many revisions, I feel it's forgivable to write things that many not make immediate logical sense. (Or, er...it's not a matter of immediacy, but anyway.) Aside from that, I heard Spanish for the first time in weeks, which was a pleasure. Being in Japan the last six months has meant being surrounded by Asian people, which often makes me feel uncomfortable. It must be my Western, liberal, anti-crowd mentality...話変わりますが、最近久しぶりに与謝野晶子にハマってます。いや、「ハマ」っていると言うより、読まなくちゃいけない「ハメ」になってると言った方が正確かも。与謝野晶子とか平塚らいてうは嫌いじゃないけど、どうも······好きになれない。でも、失礼ですよね、そんな事言うの！何しろ向こうは日本の女性作家の大代表なんだし。でも、やっぱり飲み込めない物は飲み込めない······
I suppose that's the difference between saying that something is good and saying that I like something. At the end of the day, I can't change how I feel about things that other people say are good—The Shining, Jefferson Airplane, The Call of the Wild. I just don't fucking like them. ::sigh:: That doesn't mean that others can't convince me of their stellar qualities, or that I can't leave alone people who do like them. I'd just like people not to give me a hard time about not sharing their sentiments.
おっし、まだ２時だし、もうちょっと仕事できるわ。明日は日曜日！安息日やから、本読んで、発表の資料作って、先生の為に『スワロウテイル』の Blu-ray Disc 探しに行って······あ〜ぁ、先生に送る前に開けて見ちゃったら、怒られるやろか。ずっと見たかった映画なんやけど、自分で見れない内に人の手に渡してしまうのは、勿体ない······
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